#he was already packing while you were saying this

[afro-hispwriter]

My Dornish Love

Aemond Targaryen x Martell!reader

Warnings- arranged marriages, heavy implications of masturbation

Wc- 2.3k

I don’t intend for this to be the only part, but we’ll see.

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A marriage proposal between Martells and Targaryens isn’t unheard of. But the Martells always refuse in the end. They were far too stubborn and prideful the council members would think. 

There was a war coming, and everyone knew. The greens need all the support they can get. And having Dorne on their side can turn things around heavily. Dorne may not have large numbers of fighters, but their skills make up for it. 

When Qoren Martell received a letter from Queen Alicent in hopes that he would accept a marriage between his eldest daughter and her second son. Everyone expected the prince to decline, but he surprised everyone by agreeing. When you, the princess, found out. You were furious.

“I don’t understand, we have never accepted anything that would mean having Dorne become part of the kingdoms.” You paced in front of your father.

“And it is time to change that.” He says and you huff. 

“You know why they’re doing this, the Targaryens are on the brink of yet another war and they are making sure to bring everyone into it.” 

“We don’t know that.” 

“Yes we do, and you’re putting me in it.” When he didn’t respond you turned away to start walking away.

“You and your brothers will be sailing for Kings Landing in two days, be ready.” 

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Those two days came by quickly. Your handmaidens had your things packed and the ship loaders were finishing up. 

“What if I don’t like him?” You ask your father as both of you wait on the docks.

“You’re marrying him regardless.”

“You’re not even going to the wedding, whenever that is.” You cross your arms.

“Your brothers will be there in my place.”

“What if he is cruel? Targaryen men are said to be cruel.” 

“Then I'm sure his death will be deemed a mere accident.” His voice almost had an amusing tone. A shipmaster called out that everything was ready. Qoren grabbed you by your arms and turned you to face him. “Write to me.”

“I will.” Your lip quivered and he kissed your forehead before grabbing your hand to guide you to a boat. Your brothers, Ryon and Deziel jumped in after you.

“Don’t miss us too much,” Deziel says waving at the man and Ryon rolls his eyes. 

“Don’t destroy Kings Landing,” Qoren says and walks away with his hands behind his back.

-

Aemond knew this conversation would come. This is what he was waiting for. He would do his duty, and he hoped the Dornish woman would agree. 

“I'm sure you hear how unprincipled the women of Dorne are, brother.” Aegon laughed next to Aemond. “They are wild in the brothels now imagine the princess herself.” Aemond continued to ignore him and paid attention to his book. “But I'm sure you know enough thanks to me.” Aemond tightened his hand on the book. “But I never see you have fun so you might have to rely on your betrothed.” 

Aemond slammed the book shut and stood up. 

“They will be here soon.” He says and starts walking out of the library. 

“The ship was only recently spotted and even then they are still a few days out. Don’t get your cock in a bunch.” Aegon mumbled the last bit into his cup. “Or maybe you can’t wait to stick-.” He was cut off by the library door slamming shut. 

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Once the ship flying the flag of House Martell was seen on the Blackwater. The people of King's Landing were eager to see the Princes’ and the Princess themselves as most of them had only seen Dornish merchants.

The royal family went by carriage. Alicent gave her children one of her talks about being on their best behavior. It was mostly pointed at Aegon who sat there bored, Helaena sat fiddling with a bracelet, while Aemond looked out the windows. The carriage stopped just a few feet from the docks and a queen's guard member opened the door. Alicent stepped out first, followed by Helaena, then Aemond, and finally Aegon. 

A few ships had already docked. Mostly merchants were eager to set up their shops or make deliveries. The ship said to be carrying the princess and the princes docked and a plank was lowered. A herald of Dorne stepped out first and looked at the family. 

“Prince Ryon, Prince Deziel, and Princess Y/n Martell of Dorne!” People cheered loudly and clapped as they watched the three of you step off the boat. 

You grab Deziel’s hand and he helps you step off. The guards stepped off after and cleared a path. Ryon and Deziel kept their hands on the hilds of their swords as they began walking.

“I see the Queen and her children,” Ryon says and juts his chin over the hill. You looked over and saw the red-headed woman and the three silver-headed princes and princess. 

You looped yours and Deziel’s arms together and Ryon led you up the steps. You instantly saw the man who is your betrothed. He stood tall by his family, hands behind his back and a stoic look on his face. 

“The terrible, Prince Aemond,” Deziel whispers in your ear and you roll your eyes.

“Stop, I'm sure they are just rumors.” 

“Sure.” 

Ryon opened his arms with a smile.

“Your grace, how well it is to see you.” He says and grabs Alicents hands with care and brings them up to his plump lips. 

“Prince Ryon, the last time I saw you, you were a child.” She says with a slight blush. 

“Yes, well as you see. I have grown quite a bit.” If you knew your brother, you were sure he gave the queen a wink and his charming smile that makes so many women and men fall at his feet. Alicents face went redder and Ryon squeezed her hands before releasing them. “As much as I enjoy your presence, your grace, I was hoping to see the Hand. Speak to him about my sister and your second son.” Ryon flashed a look at Aemond.

“My father has other matters but I assure you, the Princess will be taken care of.” Ryon looked around before nodding.

“My brother will ride with all of you to the Keep as well. I still have other matters to deal with for my father.” 

“Of course.” The Queen says then looks at Aemond. “Aemond.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile and he knew what that meant. He stepped forward, his long legs had him in front of you. 

“Princess, I'm glad you are here.” His voice was cold but his face was neutral. He grabbed your hand and kissed it softly. You squint your eyes at him before smiling brightly.

“Prince Aemond, it is lovely to meet you.” 

“Hmm.” He dropped your hand and held his own back behind him. He stared at you, mostly taking you in while trying not to linger on your cleavage. Did you have a belly piercing? 

“Oh darling you should cover up a bit, someone brings the princess something to cover up.” Alicent urged and you instantly frowned.

“No it's alright your grace, I wear clothes like this all the time.” She gave you a tight-lipped smile before nodding.

“Well we best get back, you must be exhausted.” Alicent walked back to the carriage and Aemond stayed by you.

“Sorry about her, she is all about modesty.” He says and you shrug.

“Well, she is going to have to get used to it.” You say to him softly so nobody can hear. You received no response making you roll your eyes. 

“Let's get you home Princess.” You frowned.

Home?

-

When you sat next to Aemond in the carriage, your perfume hit his nostrils. You smelled heavenly, like fruit with a twinge of the salty sea. Nobody spoke on the road back to the Keep. 

But you and Deziel admired the outside. You had never been to Kings Landing so it was all new territory for you. It made you nervous. 

The horses stopped in front of the Keep and the door popped open. The Queen and Helaena left first, then Aegon, followed by Deziel, and finally you and Aemond. The castle was huge, you and Deziel started at it in awe. 

“It's quite ugly.” He says quietly you gasp and slapped his arm. 

“Deziel! Don’t say things like that.” Everyone looked at you in confusion so you just smiled reassuringly.  

“Our handmaiden, Thea.” Alicent beckoned over one of the servants. She was a pretty girl, with brown hair, fair skin, and green eyes. “I have assigned her to your service, she will lead you to your temporary chambers until you and Aemond are wed. Your brother as well will be shown his way.”

“Thank you, your grace.” 

“Alicent is just fine.” She squeezes your bicep before leaving to go inside.

“Princess, would you like me to show you your room? I'm sure you are tired.” Thea asks and you nod.

“Lead the way.” She gives you a big smile before turning around. You start to follow her and you see Deziel had already been led away. You locked eyes with Aemond who stood by the horses now, watching you. “I will see you later, Prince Aemond.” 

-

“Your things will be brought up shortly princess, would you like me to draw you a bath in the meantime?” Thea asks and points to the small tub in your new room. 

“Yes and if you have any salts that would be greatly appreciated.” They did a small bow before leaving. You were finally alone, even if it were for a couple of minutes. Your new room was only a bit bigger than the one back in Dorne but extremely boring. 

You took the liberty of stepping onto the balcony to see where you would be living. The view was beautiful. Birds flew and you could see how tiny the small folk looked. 

It all still looked so sad, maybe it was the time of day but it made you miss Dorne all the same. They came in with some help to fill up the tub with warm water. She then dumped some soothing salts into the water.  

“Would you like help in undressing princess?” She asks and you shake your head. 

“No, that's quite alright, I will send for you once I'm ready.” She bowed and left. You hovered your hand over the water, letting the steam hit it. You slipped the material of your dress down your shoulder and it pooled at your feet. You kicked your flats off so they clattered on the floor. You grabbed the edges of the tub and slowly settled into the water. 

The warm water was welcoming after being at sea for over a week. You could have slept in it if it weren’t for a knock on the door. 

“Come in!” You yelled out and the door creaked open and you heard footsteps.

“Princess?” It was none other than your betrothed.

“Over here, Aemond.” You say and turn your head to face the panels that cover the tub from sight. 

“I wondered-.” Aemond rounded the corner and the second he locked eyes on your state, his long legs had him behind the panels again. 

“My apologies, I will leave you to your business.” He said and there was a slight shake to his voice.

“Cut the shit Aemond.” You say and he freezes. “Come back, I want to talk to you.” He didn’t move but you could see the top of his head. “I want to see the face of my betrothed while I talk to him.” 

“Oh stop being so honorable for 5 minutes please.” He heard the water move around. Aemond sighed before rounding the corner and revealing himself again. His breath hitched when he saw your figure, you sat facing him and the lack of bubbles gave him a clear view of your breasts. “Soak it in my prince, who knows how long it will be before you see me like this again.” 

Aemonds face turned pink at your words and suddenly his boots were the most interesting thing in the world.

“You stand strong but standing in the presence of a naked woman you shrink.” His fists squeezed. “Would you like to feel the touch of a woman?”

“What did you want to talk about my lady?” He says harshly, making you smirk. 

“I want to talk about our coming marriage, I am aware of what is expected of me. To bare as many children as you desire but I need to know, Aemond.” He looked up, this time his eye solely on your face. “Will you sleep with anyone else?”

“No, I will remain faithful to you as long as I receive the same from you. This isn’t Dorne.”

“I am aware, Aemond.” You frown. “I would like to get to know you though and know this is a big ask. But I also want equality and respect from you.” His jaw tightened but it then relaxed.

“You will receive nothing less, my lady.” 

“Y/n.” You say. “Call me by my name Aemond, we are to be married.” 

“As you wish.” Aemonds hands went behind his back. 

“As much as I enjoy having you here, I'm sure they are close to bringing my things, so I can either make room in this tub for you or you best be on your way.” You say and grab the bar of soap and washcloth. “Or you can watch and just hide.” There was an amusing look on your face. 

He let out a ‘Hmm’ and gave you a small smile. 

“Another time, Y/n.” Your name rolled off his tongue so fluently. Aemond walked away until he made it to the door and shut it behind him. 

“You will be the death of my Aemond Targaryen.” And your hand dips into the water to find a home in between your legs.

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[estellan0vella]

No Smoochie Kiss! Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

Living with Sukuna and Yuji is never boring. Between Sukuna's raw intensity and Yuji's unfiltered energy, you often find yourself navigating a whirlwind of chaos and laughter. It's a household filled with love, but sometimes, that love comes with unexpected twists.

It all begins one sunny morning when you're sitting at the kitchen table, half asleep but awake at Sukuna's insistence that you keep a regulated sleep schedule. Sukuna, ever the morning person, is already bustling around, making sure Yuji's lunchbox is packed with all his favourites. Yuji, on the other hand, is sitting next to you, his legs swinging under the table as he munches on his cereal. 

You sip on your coffee as Yuji babbles happily. You nod along but if asked you wouldn't have been able to tell anyone what he'd been talking about. 

You watch as Sukuna, with his usual swagger, approaches you for his customary morning kiss. However, before he can even get close, a small hand plants itself firmly on his chest.

"No, Suku!" Yuji declares, his big brown eyes wide with determination. "No smoochie kiss for Y/N/N!"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, his signature smirk appearing on his lips. "And why not, squirt?"

"Because," Yuji says with the absolute authority that only a four-year-old can muster, "Y/N/N is mine."

You can't help but laugh, the sound filling the kitchen. Sukuna glances at you, his smirk softening into something more affectionate. "Is that so?"

"Yes," Yuji insists, crossing his arms over his chest. "Mine."

Sukuna looks back at you, an amused glint in his eyes. "Looks like I've got some competition."

You smile, reaching out to ruffle Yuji's hair. "Well, I guess you'll have to work extra hard to win me back."

The week that follows is both hilarious and endearing. Yuji takes his self-appointed role as your protector very seriously. Every time Sukuna tries to steal a kiss, Yuji is there, blocking his path and repeating his stern proclamation: "No smoochie kiss for Y/N/N!"

On Monday, Sukuna tries to catch you in the hallway. He corners you with that predatory grace of his, leaning in as his hand cups your cheek. But just as his lips are about to meet yours, Yuji appears seemingly out of nowhere, wedging himself between the two of you.

"Suku, no!" he says, pushing at Sukuna's legs. "Y/N/N is mine!"

You laugh again, the sound bubbling up uncontrollably. Sukuna sighs, but there's a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You're relentless, aren't you?"

"Yup!" Yuji beams up at him, looking proud of his efforts.

Tuesday morning finds you in the living room, sitting on the couch with a book in hand. Sukuna slides in beside you, his arm slipping around your shoulders. Before you can even think to lean into him, Yuji's head pops up from behind the couch.

"Mine!" he shouts, his little arms waving in the air as he clambers over the back of the couch to wedge himself between you and Sukuna.

You shake your head, trying to suppress your laughter. Sukuna, ever patient (well, as patient as Sukuna can be), simply sighs again, but this time he pulls you and Yuji into a group hug. "Fine. I'll share, for now."

Yuji snuggles in between you two, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Good!"

"Why were you behind the couch?" You ask the boy. 

"Because I know Suku is sneaky," Yuji says, narrowing his eyes at his older brother. 

Wednesday brings another challenge. Sukuna, determined to have his moment with you, tries to sneak a kiss while Yuji is distracted by his toys. You're in the kitchen, washing dishes, when Sukuna wraps his arms around your waist from behind. His lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Just as he's about to press his lips to yours, Yuji's voice rings out from the doorway. "Suku! No smoochie kiss!"

Sukuna groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulder in defeat. "Does he have radar or something?"

You giggle, turning in his arms to face him. "Seems like it."

Thursday is perhaps the funniest day of all. You're at the park, watching Yuji play on the swings. Sukuna sees this as his golden opportunity. He sidles up to you, his hand slipping into yours as he leans down, aiming for a kiss.

Yuji, who you thought was engrossed in his swinging, suddenly leaps off, running toward you with surprising speed for someone his age. "No, Suku! No smoochie kiss!"

Sukuna straightens up, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You're really not giving me any breaks, are you?"

"Nope!" Yuji grins, hugging your leg. "Mine."

By Friday, it's become a game. Sukuna tries to catch you alone, and Yuji always seems to thwart his plans at the last second. It's a dance of sorts, filled with laughter and playful banter. Despite his grumbling, you can tell Sukuna is secretly enjoying the challenge. There's a softness in his eyes whenever he looks at Yuji, a fondness that makes your heart swell.

Saturday morning, you decide to take matters into your own hands. After all, a whole week without kissing your boyfriend is quite a stretch. You wait until Yuji is napping, his little body curled up on the couch with his favourite blanket. You find Sukuna in the kitchen, his back to you as he prepares lunch.

Silently, you creep up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He tenses for a moment, then relaxes when he realizes it's you. Turning in your arms, he smirks down at you. "Sneaking up on me now, huh?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures," you say with a smile.

Sukuna's hands cup your face, his thumbs gently brushing over your cheeks. "Well, in that case..."

He leans down, capturing your lips in a kiss that's been a week in the making. It's soft and tender, yet filled with the intensity that only Sukuna can bring. You melt into him, your fingers curling into his shirt as you deepen the kiss.

Just as you're getting lost in the moment, a sleepy voice pipes up from the doorway. "Suku... no smoochie kiss..."

You break apart, both of you turning to see Yuji rubbing his eyes, his blanket trailing behind him as he shuffles into the kitchen.

Sukuna chuckles, shaking his head. "This kid..."

You kneel down, opening your arms to Yuji. "Come here, sweetheart."

Yuji toddles over, crawling into your lap. He looks up at Sukuna with a pout. "No smoochie kiss, Suku."

Sukuna kneels beside you, his hand ruffling Yuji's hair. "Alright, alright. No smoochie kiss."

Yuji beams, satisfied with his victory. He snuggles into your arms, closing his eyes again.

You share a look with Sukuna over Yuji's head, a silent understanding passing between you. For all his grumbling, you know Sukuna wouldn't trade these moments for anything. Yuji's protectiveness is endearing, a testament to how much he loves you both.

The rest of the weekend passes in much the same way, with Yuji constantly on guard, ensuring no "smoochie kisses" take place. It's a funny, adorable phase, one that you're sure will pass soon enough.

By Sunday night, as you're tucking Yuji into bed, he looks up at you with those big, innocent eyes. "Y/N/N?"

"Yes, Yuji?"

"Why do you and Suku like smoochie kisses so much?"

You smile, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead. "Because it's a way to show we love each other."

Yuji considers this for a moment, his little brow furrowing in thought. "Can I have a smoochie kiss?"

Your heart melts. "Of course you can, sweetheart."

You lean down, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. Yuji giggles, wrapping his arms around your neck. "I love you, Y/N/N."

"I love you too, Yuji. So, so much."

You finish tucking him in, making sure he's snug and comfortable. As you close his bedroom door and turn around, you find Sukuna leaning against the wall, watching you with a soft smile.

"Looks like I'm off the hook," he says, pushing off the wall to wrap his arms around you.

"For now," you tease, leaning into him.

He chuckles, his lips finding yours in a kiss that's been too long in coming. It's sweet and lingering, a promise of many more to come.

As the days turn into weeks, Yuji eventually eases up on his no "smoochie kiss" rule. He still likes to remind Sukuna every now and then, but it's more playful than serious. The three of you find a balance, a rhythm that works for your little family.

Sukuna still teases Yuji, calling him his little guardian, and Yuji proudly accepts the title. There are days when Sukuna's patience is tested, but the love he has for both you and Yuji shines through, even in the most chaotic moments.

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drabble...

"Daisuke...wake up. You promised me you'd accompany me this time."

There were quiet noises of (m/n) whining while shaking a sleeping ravenette, the (h/c) kneeling beside the arranged thick futon in the dim room. "Mmm..." A groan escaped the ravenette's lips who rubbed his sleepy eyes, opening to see a pouting (h/c) over his face, possibly the greatest thing to wake up to in the mornings.

"...where's Haru?" "He's still asleep. I knew that bitch wouldn't wake up." "Sousuke?" "Like a log." A stifled laugh came from Daisuke as he groggily sat up, pinching (m/n)'s cheek. "I'm up, I'm up." He beckoned the (h/c) to stop sulking.

The four friends were on a glamping trip and (m/n) had a tradition to always explore the town nearby on the second day of the trip in the early morning, but almost every night before, they would play games or pull some random bullshit to tire themselves out so (m/n) was left alone most of the time.

Sousuke had been the solo driver of the trip yesterday so there was no point to waking his tired ass up, Haru was ignoring his pleas and Daisuke had promised him that he would wake up that morning to accompany his adventures.

Now here he finds himself, brushing his teeth and washing himself, getting ready to explore the nearby town. It wasn't remote nor rural, in fact the place was quite popular for tourists so he wasn't exactly surprised when he drove with (m/n) to find a huge shopping complex.

Daisuke wanted to laugh when he saw their outfits when (m/n) pulled out his shirt from his bags. They were matching to say the least, Daisuke Yuichi donned in a white polo shirt, beige khakis and a navy cap on top of his rich black hair. (m/n) (l/n) with a beige sweater, brown pants and a printed scarf tied around his head with strands of (h/c) nested snugly and a pair of sunglasses perched on top as well.

It looked like they were on a date. Well, Daisuke already considered that the second Sousuke wasn't waking up as (m/n) pulled him in further into the shopping mall. "Should I try this?" The (h/c) excitedly placed a maroon glasses into the frame of his face, checking himself out in the mirror. The brand of Emporio Armani, Daisuke's second favourite, etched into the side of the temple.

"Looks good on you. Let's take it." Daisuke shrugged, his hands crossed over his beefy chest, smiling at the (h/c) switching out sunglasses where his own was now on top of Daisuke's head. "You say that with every pair I picked." (m/n) rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't help you look good in everything." He called the attendant to pack three pairs of specs, all of them (m/n) had touched when he had walked into the store, mindlessly swiping his card when the (h/c) attempted to pay for himself.

"Thanks, Daisuke. I'll buy us lunch." "You know you won't." He smirked as the (h/c) smacked his back, muttering insults under his breath. (m/n) never paid for anything around the ravenette, Daisuke using his card his dad feeds money into weekly. There was a porter he had hired from the mall's services, quietly following them around carrying (m/n)'s purchases.

He was more than happy to spoil his prince, buying him luxurious gifts for his birthdays or giving into (m/n)'s spending habits, it won't ever leave a dent into his account anyways.

If Daisuke had looked a tad bit older, maybe more like his father, passerbys would've thought it was a sugar daddy-baby situationship, it was in fact just two close friends shopping together, one of which leaning into more than friends.

His large pale hand was on (m/n)'s lower back as they waited in line in a desserts store, the two making small talk with each other with the ever increasing bags on the porter's arms.

"You'd think they'd be up by now?" Daisuke shrugged again, not even thinking of anyone else whenever he's with the (h/c). "Doubt it. They wore themselves out pretty bad yesterday." "Didn't you suggested to do rock climbing when we got here?" (m/n) glared at the ravenette.

"Hey, not my fault Sousuke wanted to go up until the top." Frankly, it was actually Daisuke challenging the redhead to see who could climb the highest since Sousuke was fairly known to be more athletic than him and he had also been the one to drove them to the homestay.

Daisuke still lost, but he was currently alone, eating ice cream with his crush so who won at the end anyways. He bit into the green pistachio soft serve treat, relishing at the taste, although he had eaten better ones before. The ravenette wiped off a smudge of caramel from (m/n)'s lips before licking his own finger mindlessly, not noticing the flustered expression the (h/c) had for a split second.

The adorable headscarf was still around his head, Daisuke always liked how (m/n) was so versatile. "Wanna check out more stuff?" "It's already past noon, Haru's going to get mad at us." "We could stay a bit longer. Swarovski is just at the other end."

(m/n) eventually caved in and exited the retail store with a few boxes of fresh jewellery and a proud look on Daisuke's face who had bought similar pieces to the (h/c)'s. He tipped the porter handsomely before driving them to their homestay, a satisfied smile resting on his lips as he unconsciously placed a hand around (m/n)'s thigh.

The (h/c) was happy he got to spend religiously today, ignoring the hand around his leg as he checked himself out in the dashboard mirror, adjusting his new maroon specs. The grin on his face dropped as soon as he saw a certain redhead frowing, his arms crossed as he stood at the entry of the homestay.

"Think he's mad?" "I don't care either way." (m/n) groaned at Daisuke's response as they parked in the driveway, the ravenette nonchalantly exiting his side and went to retrieve their purchases at the trunk of the car. The (h/c) went up to Sousuke, trying to console him while the latter only glared at the ravenette who was ignoring him.

"You idiots, do you realise how long you've been out for..." Haru had finally joined the premise, pulling at (m/n)'s ear who yelled at him, saying it was his fault for not waking up as the blonde dragged him inside the house, ready to scold how they had abandoned them past lunch.

Sousuke who had always been the one to save (m/n) from Haru's merciless jabs, ignored the pleas and instead stood face to face with a certain ravenette, holding strings of shopping bags with a straight line on his lips.

"You didn't do anything, did you?" The redhead wasn't pissed but his tone indicated that he was. Maybe he was, just a tad bit jealous that Daisuke got to spend time with (m/n) for hours alone together. "Do what? We just went shopping, dumbass."

Daisuke rolled his eyes, kicking off his shoes as he walked past the steaming redhead. "Can't say we're not dating though. Matched a bit too well today." He teased Sousuke one last time before running inside. A pissed ex-delinquent chasing after him to murder the ravenette, not liking the implications he stated.

[END SCENE]

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Afterthoughts :

This is canon to the Sousuke Daisuke universe idc. I mean all drabbles are canon except for the smutty ones. Consider them as fun fillers, a peek inside their intertwined lives. I love Daisuke haha. I think I had been giving Sousuke a lot more love lately.

Have i ever mentioned how much I love Lee Won? Never read the manhwa but he's such an icon haha

See ya!

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I keep forgetting abt the taglist😭 forgive me my loves

[ldysmfrst]

American Mate (9) - Shadows of the Past (M)

Paring: Hybrid!BTS Ot7 x Plus-sized Human FemReader

Status: Ongoing series

Chapter number: 9 of unknown

Word count for Chapter: 10,612

Work count for Story: 53,505

Genre: Hybrid Playmate Au inspired by works created by @yoongiofmine

A little about the author: I am a mother of two beautiful children, one of whom has special needs and the other loves everyone. I currently am not working because of a broken foot. I started a Patreon, and I would be grateful if you donated to help me make ends meet while I am out of work.

Warnings: (I am not good at this, but I will try. Let me know if I missed anything!!) NOT BETA READ!! This story will have a bit of angst, fluff, smut, f/m, m/m, and m/f/m. This chapter does have pack dynamics, comfort, Alpha Space, Luna vibes, close proximity, multiple scenting, M/M mature scenes, good boy, and feisty Beta vibes.

SIDE NOTE: This is my first time writing second-base smut into a story. 💜💜💜

This chapter has a mature scene between BTS members. If you are wanting to avoid this scene, at the start and end of the spicy part of the scene, the following banner will be displayed:

Story Summary: The Hybrid K-pop group BTS is on tour in America; of course, things don't start out the way they should, but after an encounter with Y/n, things change but will everyone follow Fate?

“Genevie Rose Elisey.” You growl out her name, step forward, and pull out of Yoongi’s tail. All eyes snap to you—well, all eyes except the little omega, who drops her eyes and scrunches her nose at the twist of your scent. 

You stalk forward and grip the back of her neck as if she were a kitten, scruffing her. Your scent has gone from sweet pea to something akin to lemons, almost acidic. The change in scent alerts your pack that you are not playing around.

However, the scent and display of Dominance causes a mix of reactions from the Alphas. Everyone here would be remiss in not recognizing who is currently in charge, and that does something to them.

Namjoon and the rest have seen you upset, but this… this is something else. While he is concerned for the Omega, not knowing what she had done to result in this type of reaction from you, he cannot pull his eyes away from how you hold yourself. It’s like you are taller and more assertive. 

Yoongi’s Alpha slams to the forefront when he sees you scruff the Omega. The feline mothering behaviors pull deeply at the primal aspect of the jaguar hybrid. His mind runs with thoughts of you scruffing cubs, but not just any cubs, his cubs. Shaking his head, Yoongi does his best to clear his mind and stay in the present; you are not his—yet.

Jimin is just lost. He has spent the least amount of time with you out of the pack. He has mostly been observing you and your interactions with his already-bonded mates. This Dominant, in-charge side of you is new and instinctively intriguing.

“Luna, I only meant to ensure they understood,” Evie says softly, trying not to offend you further. When the hybrid pack title is used, the three Alphas exchange glances of shock before settling their sights on you.

“It is not your place to remind others of something that happened when you were not present. In private, between our pack members, you can defend, rant, rave, and threaten all you want to,” you look to Derek.

“Both of you have always been able to protect the pack in emergencies and express yourselves freely in the pack house. However, I feel that you both may have lost where the line of respect is when it comes to individuals outside of the pack who hold importance. You both realize that these three Alphas hold the key to my survival?”

“Luna, we do. Honest, we meant only to support our pack and defend you, our Luna, in your territory.” Derek says, bearing more of his neck in submission as the acidic smell consumes your sweetness.

Gesturing to the Alphas in the room, “If any of these three or their mates are offended…”

“One word,” your voice drops deep and gravelly.  “One word is all it takes from either one of you, from me, and your Luna would be without a job, a home. Then where would we be?”

Once your words are spoken, it takes a breath for both family pack members to shrink farther down in submission. Neither one had considered that you could be fired for something they did or didn’t do.

That is why you are the pack’s Luna. While your Beta and Omega have to deal with customers or clients that are Alphas, they only have to deal with them in short amounts of time. 

Your contract with the Bantang Pack was not going to be short. Realizing that they need to treat the other pack as a pack, not a customer, dawns on them. 

More than ever, Derek wishes he understood why the Bantang Pack took this path with you rather than the typical courting method. Maybe one day, he can find out.

“You will not threaten Alpha guests or ANY guest in our pack house. I know you are protective of me, both of you are, but I am an adult and the Luna of this pack,” you move closer to the munchkin hybrid. 

“Thank you for your kind, yet oversharing words, Omega. But you need to apologize to them for planning to neuter them.” 

“Luna Y/n,” Jimin calls your attention quickly. The sound of him using your family pack titles pulls at something profound and instinctual within you.

“I think Your Omega is right, Luna,” says Jimin softly. “I think she is right about a few things.”

He pauses to collect his thoughts, which are running everywhere now that he has watched your eyes darken as you correct the misstep of your pack member and dilate at the use of the Luna title. 

His Alpha coming forward for the first time since he has been in your presence. He is watching you closely and is keenly interested.

“Respectfully, Luna, we are starting a mile behind because we never saw you coming. Not everyone in Bangtan Pack has connected to our Miss y/n in the same way, which is no one's fault. It means that some of us, mainly myself, have a lot more than a mile to get things right.”

“Jimin, you really...” You are cut off when Jimin gently takes your free hand and pulls you towards him. Dropping the scruff on the munchkin hybrid, she backs away and curls into the beta.

“Let me finish, Luna, please.” You nod, breath caught in your throat. “This whole situation, mates– playmates, came in an odd way, and we really should do things right by you.”

Taking your other hand, he says, “I want to do things right by you. I want to do the right things with you. I know you can’t smell our scents, but we meant what we said last night.”

“We all want to do things right by you, Princess,” says Yoongi.

“Miss Y/n, I came here for a reason,” Jimin says as his thumbs rub gently over your knuckles. 

“I wanted to meet your family pack and reassure them that we are going to treat you right, take care of you like one of our own, spoil you silly, and support you endlessly,” he says shyly.

Quickly glancing at Namjoon, Jimin focuses back on you, “Each mate wants to spend a day with you—just you. We will take time with you so that we can learn who you are and show you who we really are.”

Your eyes are glassy, and your scent is losing some of the acid as he continues, “Will you grant us the honor to take you out? Allow us the pleasure of getting to know each other on a personal level, Luna?”

Once you agreed to the outings with the Bangtan pack, Evie brought out the cookies. Of course, while she was feisty, her Omegan side always wanted what she called poofy scents around. Her cookies never failed to lighten the mood.

Namjoon and Evie stood in the kitchen. Evie cleaned up from baking the cookies, and Namjoon avoided everything as much as he could. This seemed to amuse Evie to no end. No animosity could be seen or smelt between the two.

Jimin took the time to speak with Derek while sitting on my bed. You were pretty sure that they were practically interviewing each other. That or Jimin was trying to learn more about you through the beta. Derek looked like he was having a serious conversation and was concerned about what he was saying.

You had gone out onto the small balcony to get some fresh air. Emotions running amok:

The shock of the unexpected guests. 

The embarrassment of Evie’s declarations.

The fear of retaliation from the Alphas for those same words. 

The flutters of your heart at the reorganization of your status by Jimin. The ease of the kind words of the Alphas.

“Is there a reason why the pack Luna has come outside?”

“Yoongi,” you breathe out, trying to suppress a shudder at the use of your pack titles again. “I am sorting myself. So much has happened this week. I am not sure it has sunk in yet.”

Walking up behind you, he grips the railing on each side of you. Effectively caging you in. Resting his chin on your shoulder, breathing in your scent as it has settled back into sweet pea and vanilla.

“Is there anything that can help?” he asks quietly.

“You three are not offended by Evie's words, right? Or by how I acted, even though I am not a hybrid?” You say, still looking over the street below.

A gentle scoff is heard: “Your feisty Omega thinks highly of her Luna, and Your Beta does as well. I am not sure you remember everything from the breakroom, but Your Beta expressed similar concerns to us then. Your pack is concerned for you.”

You chuckle softly, “Yes, that they are. They always have been. I feel like I am letting them down with my issues. Like I am not strong enough for the position they have given me.”

“They wouldn’t be able to follow you as their Luna if they didn’t trust you to lead them. Now, as far as your actions.” Yoongi’s voice deepens. 

His nose runs along the shell of your ear, leaving hot puffs as he breathes, “Your actions were a sight to see, Luna.”

Stepping closer to you, his hands resting on your hips and making your back flush with his front. His heat pours into you as you feel yourself relax slowly into him. 

“So, seeing a human do that wasn't offensive?”

“Offensive is not the word I would use for it.” Yoongi sounds amused as he raises his hand, trailing it along your body, lightly covering your throat to grip your chin. 

Turning your face to his, he lets out a purr that vibrates your whole body. His nose runs along yours. “Intriguing, captivating, alluring would be better words to describe how your actions made us feel.”

He scents your cheek with his as he whispers in your ear, “Did you think scruffing the young Omega would do nothing for my Alpha, Princess?”

Your breath becomes difficult as your body lightly shudders at his words. Your mind runs scenarios through your head. Yoongi’s lips on your neck, or his teeth leaving marks on your skin. Fighting your reaction the best you can, nails digging into your palm.

You want to lean into his touch more than you already have, but your mind screams that you can’t—not with the knowledge that he has mates, and some of those mates are just on the other side of the sliding glass door. 

“I didn’t… I wasn’t…” Finding your words is complicated when his scent of rain washes over you. In your mind, you keep chanting that the closeness means nothing; it’s a hybrid thing. 

No, this has to be an Alpha hybrid thing. 

Alpha Hybrid thing.

“I know, Princess. You were being a proper Luna. Too bad Jungkookie isn’t here. I would like to see him hold back like the rest of us are,” he says, stepping back. His eyes are drawn to the glass door and his mates on the other side. 

“Hold back?” You question, turning around and following his gaze into your flat. Your eyes connect with those of Jimin’s.

“I think he would like a word in private with you, Princess,” Yoongi says as he goes inside without looking back. He harshly whispers something to Jimin, who nods with his eyes never leaving yours.

“Sorry to disturb your time with Yoongi-hyung, Luna. May I join you?” He asks while remaining inside the flat.

“Of course, Jimin. You weren’t… ah, you weren’t disturbing anything,” you smile softly, willing for the heat of whatever that was with Yoongi to go away with the breeze.

“Thank you, Luna.” You giggle at his use of your title, which causes Jimin to look confused.

“You guys don’t need to call me Luna. They only use it when they are in trouble.” You wave your good hand in front of you as you smile brightly.

“Oh. Umm… I just didn’t want to disrespect you in your pack house. With your powerful display of strength and the level of respect and honor you require of your pack, I would only want to support that.”

“Thank you, Jimin. I really do hope that none of you were offended. I know Yoongi said that none of you are but still.”

“No need to worry. None of us were offended.” Jimin walks over to the railing and looks at the sky. “Do you want to know what Yoongi-hyung said to me?”

Moving to stand beside him respectfully, “Only if you feel comfortable telling me.” Your response pulls a soft smile from him.

“He told me; he demanded me to find a way to connect with you,” he says, taking a deep breath, allowing your vanilla mate and sweet pea scent to give him the strength to continue. His sweet orange scent starting to mix with Yoongi’s rain.

“What did Manager Sejin tell you about our last Playmate? Did he say anything about how she left or what she said?” he asks, glancing over quickly.

Standing up straighter, the question catches you off guard. “He didn’t go into great detail. He did say that she was a permanent Playmate but found love in a human and broke her contract; however, she said some not-so-nice things.”

“That’s how the PR department told us to say it. We can say enough to answer questions but not enough to tell what really happened.”

Turning to face you directly. You follow his lead, giving Jimin your full attention. Your soul is willing Jimin to find his calm and strength to continue. 

“Jimin, I would rather hear it directly from you or your mates if any of you wanted to share, but I am also satisfied with only knowing what I do.”

“Hobi and Yoongi-hyung never got along with any of the playmates. The rest of the pack could always get along with practically anyone. We should have known from the beginning something wasn’t right when Alpha Kook didn’t like her from the beginning. Even then, she was with us for about three years.”

“I think she was around for so long because of me. I grew attached to her deeper than anyone else did. I even took her home when we had some time off. My former owner and family pack were shocked that I brought home someone other than a mate with me.”

“We never did anything. I never cheated on Bangtan, but I still feel like a part of me fell for her in a way.”

“Not every mate is a soulmate like you and Bangtan are, Jimin,” you quietly add. 

He chuckles and shakes his head, “True. Hybrids do have packs with non-soulmate bonded mates. Typically, these are caused by a strong connection with them, but again, it is rare, nearly unheard of, for that deep connection to be with a human.”

“Oh, I see. Evie and I are practically sisters, which is a version of a soulmate, I feel. Then Derek came along and I felt like I found a piece of me that I never knew was missing. Now, he is a member of the pack.”

“I thought she might be something like that with you,” you say, looking inside and watching your pack laughing with the other two Alphas.

“Oh no. The pack you have gathered, Luna, is one of a kind. I am in awe of the connection they have with you. You are different with them.”

“Different? Oh no. This is me.” you giggle.

“You have seen professional and pained versions of me. Honestly, I tend to react on instinct. I have no filter. I have a passion for my friends and family.”

Biting your bottom lip, you continue, “Genevie was right about what she said, though. I tend to put those important to me before myself. I have always struggled with my mental health, but I am a total goof and geeky nerd. You will see; you all will.”

“I struggled with some depression back in 2018,” Jimin admits, bringing his attention back to you. “I was still struggling with it until, gosh… 2020.”

“Seul-ki, the Playmate, was contracted on January 17, 2019. Now that I look back, I think she knew that she was not being accepted by the pack. She clung to me for security through my insecurities.”

Your heart breaks at his story. Stepping closer, you rest your hand on his arm, trying to offer any modicum of support: “They say hindsight is 20/20, but that doesn’t mean what she did was right or that you didn’t mean something to her.”

Looking at your hand on his arm, a soft smile graces his face. After taking a few moments to be in the moment with you and accept your support, he places his hand on top of yours.

“That wasn’t the worst part.” Clearing his throat, wetting his now dry lips, he huffs before continuing. 

“I am not sure, but BigHit believes that she might have broken her contract and shared private information. Seul-ki fell in love with a reporter from Dispatch. We think they met while he was tailing us like they always do.”

“To top it off, when she left, she said some things that tore at our souls. We, ah… we made her skin crawl when our animals would come out. It was disgusting to see such handsome men turn into such filthy animals.”

You quickly pull Jimin into a hug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and your face buried in his neck. You are stunned by how hateful Seul-ki was to them.

Warm tears fall down your face and wet his neck, pulling a soft whine from him as he returns the hug. His arms wrap around your waist. You have always been emotional to others getting bullied because of your past.

“Sorry, Jimin. I am so sorry. Humans are mean and stupid. She shouldn’t have said that.  How can anyone say that? Something so barbaric,” you mumble into his neck. 

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Jimin says while rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

Leaning back, you wipe your face of the wet streaks, “You are so strong to come to PMS and look for another Playmate. Then you go and get stuck with me.”

“I know that we take a risk when we bring in a playmate. I was finally trying to get past what happened,” he pauses, searching your eyes. “I wasn’t ready to find you, and I am sorry that I kept away from you, but my Alpha got scared of my mates' reaction to you.”

“Please don’t worry about me. You can show me as much or as little of you without any negative consequences from me. You really don’t have to get any closer to me than you want to.” 

It's then that you realize you are engulfing the poor red panda.

Lowering your arms, you say, “I’m sorry,” and take a step back, only to be stopped by Jimin’s arms holding you tighter. “Jimin?”

“Just give us a second, please.”

Relinquishing your attempt at distancing yourself, you rest your arms around his shoulders again. Watching him map out every inch of your face. 

Being similar in height, you are eye to eye, allowing you to see his eyes' chestnut brown start to bleed through the whites and deepen into a darker reddish color.

Your breath catches in your throat, “Alpha Chim.”

A playful smile blooms on his face with a soft grunt, “Luna.”

The sound of your tiles coming from Alpha Chim feels like a wave of electricity falling over you, “Welcome to my packhouse, Alpha Chim.”. 

“Smell of Yoon."

“Yes, Alpha Yoon was with me before you came out. He scented me before going inside with your Prime Alpha and the rest of my pack. Is that okay, Alpha?”

“Mate scent, okay,” he says, raising his hand and almost cupping your face. “May I?"

“Yes, Alpha Chim,” you reply, tilting your head to expose your neck and closing your eyes. You have never been so thankful for wearing the sweetheart peasant shirt.

Jimin takes his time tracing your jawline and the outline of your ear. Then, as his fingers go down your neck to find your pulse point, he takes hold. He has a firm but comforting grip and massages your neck and shoulder. 

Now you can smell it, oranges. With Yoogni’s lingering scent,  you envision that this would be the smell of an orchard full of ripe oranges after a spring shower.

After a moment, his hand drops, but before you can straighten, you feel him move again. This time, he brings his nose to scent your skin where his hand was—finding the blend of Yoongi, your, and his scent. 

His warm breaths on your skin snap your eyes open, only to find you now have an audience. Pushing the Alpha away from you, he slowly releases you as he notices your sights are behind him.

“Princess. Jimin-ah. It's about time we head back to Bangtan packhouse,” Yoogni says with a knowing smile. Namjoon is standing behind him, questioning eyes trained on Jimin.

You nod and look at the Alpha holding you, and you are met with chestnut eyes, “Jimin?”

“Got it, Hyung.” He says, dropping his hold on you altogether. His posture has gone slightly stiff, but you don’t know if it's because his scenting was interrupted or something else.

Jimin went right inside. You felt like he was trying to find that distance again. You decided to wait just a few, take a few deep breaths of the pure, unscented fall air. It would allow you to collect yourself and give Jimin a chance to escape. Once back inside your flat, leaving was simple but dragged out. 

Evie had packed up the remaining cookies to be taken back to the rest of Bangtan. 

Derek and Jimin took your packed belongings to the waiting vans. 

Namjoon and Yoongi, clad in bucket hats and masks, went with you to talk with the manager about your absence. They were unwilling to let you do it on your own—something about potential confrontation and protecting you.

The building manager was a gentle older man who always greeted everyone with a smile and wanted to share some kind of treat when he had visitors.  Today, it was butterscotch chews, one of your favorites. 

After explaining the change in your job description and the requirement to be temporarily housed elsewhere, the manager said he would watch your flat. He also suggested that you put a temporary disruption of water, power, and gas utilities. 

After additional planning, Evie stayed behind to load your few plants into her car to care for at her house. Jimin and Yoongi went in one van to head back to the AirBnb.

Namjoon, Derek, and you went in the other direction to take Derek home since he carpooled with Evie. You weren’t entirely sure why he couldn’t just carpool back, but maybe the plants taking up too much space in Evie’s car had something to do with it.

The van had hardly been in motion when the Guardian of Y/l/n Pack came out of the lovely Beta fox.

“Prime Alpha, how do you think your pack will handle the dating Y/n?” Derek asks bluntly.

Apparently, the plants had nothing to do with his persistent need to hitch a ride with you and the Prime Alpha. Internally, you groan at your pack's bluntness and wonder why they have taken an informal approach to the Bantang pack. It's like they are testing to see if you are worth being around them.

“Derek!” you say, shocked. “They are not dates. They are outings to get to know each other. You know very well that they are a mate-bonded pack. You’re writing our contract!”

“Yes, I am well aware of your contract. I am also aware they left out their standard rut clause, and both sides are still requiring a full physical with inclusive testing.” He responds, rolling his eyes, “but that doesn’t explain how they will react to their non-dating dates with you.”

“Mr. Gulley, I understand your concern for your Luna,” Namjoon interjects. “Spending time individually with our previous playmates was normal for us because that is what any playmate is for. We also go out in pairs or small groups for outings.”

“The pack discussed it throughout today, and everyone is on the same page. We understand that some of us, such as Yoongi-hyung, have connected with your Luna on an instinctual level.”

“Others have expressed wanting that same level of connection with her,” he says, his eyes focused on you. “Jungkook, Seokjin-hyung, and now Jimin-ah have already started trying to connect. So far, no one has shown any signs of territorial dominance over your Luna.”

“Territorial dominance?” you ask.  Internally, you remind yourself not to melt at the continued use of your Luna title.

Derik answers, “Evie gave us a wonderful display today of how  Omegas and Betas are protective of the pack or pack house.”

“However, Luna, imprinting or becoming territorial towards a single member of the pack is common with Alphas. This can cause the remaining pack members to need permission to interact with the chosen member.”

“But I am not in their pack.” Looking at Namjoon, “I am not a member of your pack, Prime Alpha. Right?”

“Technically, you are not at this point. We cannot officially bring you into the pack, even as a temporary member, until the contract is finalized after your medical appointments.” Namjoon says, attempting to withhold his disdain for having you continue to think everything is temporary.

“Temporary pack member. You want me to be a temporary pack member. Are such things as temporary members? Can I be in two packs like that? What would I be in Bangtang Pack? I can’t be Luna to a pack of Alphas! Derek, what will happen to our pack?”

“The family pack with Evie and I will remain with you as our Luna. Nothing will ever change that. We will always have a place for you. While you are busy with your other pack, the leader tends to fall to the next in line, which is me.”

“Are you okay with that? Evie and you fight like cats and dogs… well, cats and foxes. You are also an amazing Beta and always take good care of her. You have taken care of both of us when we needed it. You also have Mathew, who can help if needed, I suppose.”

“Not to worry. I will be fine, Luna. Evie and I talked about it briefly when you were on the balcony. We are going to have dinner tomorrow with Mathew to settle a few things.” Derek smiles.

“Okay, you can always call me, though. I am still here,” you reassure him. “When are my appointments and the final meeting to sign the contract?”

“Ah yes,” Derek says, pulling out his phone. “Your medical appointment is tomorrow morning at 9:30 a.m. at the Bangtan Packhouse, and the contract signing is two days later at PMS, but the time hasn’t been confirmed yet.”

“Once the contract is completed with the Bangtan pack, you will gain access to the pack’s group and individual schedules. As to where you will fit within the pack dynamic, that is something you will just have to feel that out as the pack gets to know you and you to know them.”

“Jimin-ah, when I asked you to connect with Y/n, did you think I was trying to push you?” Yoongi asks the younger Alpha, sitting on the bench seat with unfocused eyes.

Shaking his head, he says, “No, but I couldn’t… no, I didn’t want to stop.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asks with concern.

“I came with Namjoon-hyung so that I could learn more about her. I thought that being in her pack house would be able to show me something. But, the closer we got to her flat, the more restless my Alpha got.” 

Jimin pauses to take a deep breath. “Then, when she went from Miss Y/n to Luna, I felt her energy, prowess, and dominance, and it intrigued my Alpha. He kept pushing to call her Luna just to see her reaction every time.”

“The lemon of her scent when she was in her Luna mode mixed so well with my orange. Then add on her natural sweet pea, your petrichor, hyung’s leather, and the vanilla mate scent,” groans. “It was so much. I can’t describe it.”

“Oh no, I get that. Trust me. My Alpha and I both reacted to her ‘little’ show. That is why I followed her outside. We had to be near her, get my hands on her, scent her. It’s irritating that she doesn’t recognize the mate scent and bonds that are forming yet.” Yoongi reminisces. 

“But, Jimin-ah, what happened when the two of you were alone?” Yoongi asks, moving to sit on the bench. 

After Yoongi moves, Jimin lies down with his head in the older Alpha’s lap, “I told her about Seul-ki.”

A soft gasp of shock comes from Yoongi. Immediately, the younger alpha is covered in soft rain, followed by fingers running through his hair.

“She cried for us. She apologized for what Seul-ki did. She promised that I could stay away, and she would be okay with it,” Jimin says softly. 

The weight of your words made his chest tight, “My Alpha came out and scented her, hyung. He accepted her declarations but got skittish when you came to get us.”

“Sorry to have interrupted that moment for you, Minnie. I know it's been a while since your Alpha has initiated scenting with anyone.”

“I don’t understand it, hyung. It’s like my heart is everywhere, and my mind is trying to keep up after staying away.” 

Yoongi watches as silent tears start to fall from his mate's eyes. Hooking a hand under Jimin’s neck and lifting, Yoongi leans down and softly kisses away the tears.

Jimin’s eyes flutter at the feeling of Yoongi’s lips on his skin. The jaguar's soft purr is heard as his kisses start covering the younger mate’s face. 

Opening his eyes, Jimin cups Yoongi’s face, which pauses his kisses. “Yoongi-hyung, please.”

“I got you, my Minnie love,” Yoongi says as he leans down, lightly brushing his lips over Jimin’s.

A soft whine leaves Jimin before he moves to be more in Yoongi’s lap. His knees are curled against the back of the bench seat, and he is chest-to-chest with the jaguar. Yoongi continues to leave almost phantom kisses on Jimin’s lips. 

Once settled, Jimin rests one hand on Yoongi’s chest, his other hand sliding around to the back of Yoongi’s head with another whine.

“What is it you want, my Minie love? Use your words,” Yoongi teases with a slight nip to Jimin’s lower lip. 

“Alpha, help settle my… my everything. Mate, Alpha, kiss me, please,” Jimin begs, gripping the older Alpha with both hands.

“Hmm, there is my good boy,” Yoongi smiles, tightening his grip on Jimin’s neck and securing his other hand on the younger man’s thigh. 

Jimin instinctually tenses. After all, he is still an Alpha, and being trapped isn’t normal.  Breathing in for a few seconds, Jimin connects with their personal mate bond. It is almost instantaneous, and the younger man sighs in relief and relaxes into the security his mate’s hold provides.

Once that change happens, Yoongi kisses Jimin, grounding Jimin’s thoughts and feelings away from what has happened in the last week, bringing him to the here and now. 

Yoongi’s scent fills Jimin’s every breath.

Yoongi’s body heat penetrates Jimin’s very core.

Yoongi’s mouth pulls to be Jimin’s sole focus. 

It’s not a pretty kiss. Jimin is so scattered that the typically controlled minx of a mate is everywhere. The passionate pace with which Jimin attacks Yoongi makes the exchange wet and sloppy. 

Yoogni matches the intensity of the kiss and follows Jimin's pace. As turned on as he was at the Y/n display as Luna, he knows this is not about him.

When Jimin licks at the seam of Yoongi’s mouth, he immediately gives in, allowing the young Alpha to explore and try to find some form of control. 

Jimin's taste is beautiful, and the feel of his tongue tangling with Yoongi’s is mesmerizing.

However, Jimin doesn’t want to be in charge. He wants the older Alpha to put him in his place. So he changes tactics, sucking not so gently on Yoongi’s tongue, pulling a groan from the older mate. With that delicious sound, Jimin knows he won't stay passive much longer. 

After seven years of learning what every noise, scent change, and muscle movement means, it isn’t hard to play each other like a fiddle. 

One more harsh suck of Yoogni’s tongue, matched with a tug of his hair, causes both of the older’s hands to grip tightly. Yoongi’s hips jerk up, aching for some friction.

Pulling away from Yoongi, Jimin says in a sultry voice, “Something wrong, Alpha?”

“No, but I think you might want to ask yourself that,” Yoogni smirks. Quickly, he uses the grip on his neck to angle Jimin’s body to lay across his lap, with his back resting against the side of the van.

Confusion furrows Jimin’s brow, “What do you…Ahhh!” Jimin’s thoughts are cut off at the feel of Yoongi palming his growing erection. 

Cupping Jimin’s length through his tight, dancing pants, Yoongi slowly moves his hand up and down. Relishing every twitch of the younger mate’s member.  

When God created Jimin as a short man, it was because someone added inches to the wrong leg. Out of the mates, Jimin was unmatched in length. 

Paying attention with a tighter grip at the head, “What was that, Minnie?”

“Alpha... Ahh... aaalphha,” whines Jimin as he starts to rut into Yoongi’s hand. M…mooore please, Alpha.” Any dominance or control the younger mate thought he had from before was lost in the waves of pleasure Yoongi granted Jimin.

Glancing out the dark-tinted windows, Yoongi is starting to recognize some of the surroundings, meaning they are close to the packhouse. “You think you can finish before we get to the packhouse, Minnie? Are you going to be a good boy and give me your release?”

“Yes, yes, Alpha. Please let me, Alpha. I’m a good boy, please,”

“Mmm… I do love it when you are my good boy. Asking so politely,” Yoongi quickens his speed, which causes the red panda to groan unapologetically. 

The graceful bend of his cock barely keeps the young mate's impressive length below his waistband. A dampness started to form on Jimin’s pants from the pre-cum steadily leaking out. 

The sight is making Yoongi’s mouth water. Seokjin may have an oral fixation, it was Yoongi with the tongue technology. The jaguar hybrid’s textured tongue was a bonus for his mates when his desire to drink them dry took over. 

A brief moan escapes Yoongi at the thought of what you would taste like and how you would react to the feel of his tongue on your skin and in your various depths. A high-pitched whine from the panda in his lap brings Yoongi back to his current task.

Changing his rhythms, Yoongi brings Jimin closer to their goal, their aroused scent growing thick in the air. Yoongi makes a note to compensate the driver for his discretion and for taking an extra long route back.  

Slipping his hand down to play with Jimin’s taught balls, “Ohh Minnie,” squeeze, “My good boy is sooo heavy. You’re so full. Have you been saving it for me? Hmm, my good boy?”

While Yoongi may be playing his body like a pro, it’s Yoongi’s words that bring Jimin into a headspace of comfort and grounding. Purring the words out, he says, “Good boy. Such a good boy for me. Saving everything for me. How I wish to swallow you all up, but that will have to be for another time.”

Glancing up one more time, Yoongi can see the packhouse gate. With a firm squeeze, Yoongi palms Jimin with a tempo fast enough that Jimin can only go along for the ride. His muscles strain to hold on just a little longer as the coil in his abdomen winds tighter.

His whines and pleas are like music to Yoongi’s ears. Mixes of Alpha, too much, don’t stop, good boy, and please fire off in random order from Jimin as he holds on for dear life. He is curling into himself as he builds higher and higher.

Yoongi solely focuses on the pleasure displayed on Jimin’s face. He encourages the red panda to lose himself in the heat of the moment, praises him for being such a good boy, and always reminds the young mate that Yoongi has him. 

At the sound of silence followed by a gasp, Yoongi knows Jimin is right there and waiting for his Alpha, like a good boy.

Tilting Jimin’s head back and into his shoulder, Yoongi growls one command before biting over Jimin’s mating mark, “Cum.”

The reaction is immediate and without thought. Jimin lets out a high-pitched whine with his back bowed as he gives Yoongi his release. Rutting against the older man’s palm, he rides out his high, giving everything to the older mate as a good boy should. 

“Look at you. Such a good, messy boy cumming for me,” Yoogni says, his eyes now admiring the sizable dark patch showing on Jimin’s pants. “I think you deserve a reward for being such a good boy. Don’t you agree, my Minnie love?”

“Yes, please. Good boy for Alpha.” Jimin huffs between breaths, his unfocused eyes searching Yoongi’s face for what to do next.

Namjoon may be the Prime Alpha, but Yoongi was one of the Dominants in the pack when it came to different forms of pleasure. Yoongi has set rewards and aftercare requirements for all his mates.

“When we finish parking, you will wait for your reward in my den. Understood?” instructs Yoongi softly, running his hands over Jimin’s thigh and massaging his neck.  

“Yes, Alpha.”

After dropping Derek off at his apartment, Namjoon, having explained that everyone should be home already, you both decided to bring home dinner. This time, the Pack Alpha picked the meal.

The food smelled divine but spicy, which worried you because spice was definitely not your thing. However, you were reassured that only a little over half of the food was spicy because Taehyung couldn’t handle spicy either.

Once at the packhouse, Seokjin helped Namjoon bring your bags and dinner inside, allowing you to carry only your purse. You were surprised that Yoongi or Jungkook were not waiting for you. 

Reminding yourself that they have a house full of mates that would also need some of their attention, you attempt to push any negative feelings away. You had better not get used to monopolizing any of their time starting now. 

Going into what would officially be your room by the end of the week, you looked around and imagined what you would do with it. It’s not like it's permanent-permanent, but still, having a plant or some books. Maybe photos of your pack would be nice.

Agh, first you have to do something with the bed. You were given a lot of pillows and blankets, but they were piled in various ways. It would be what your mom would call “a down-right mess.” Letting out a deep sigh of sadness, you started to rearrange everything. 

Putting things back into what would be considered a proper bed. Laying the pillows at the top of the bed and smoothing the blankets as flat as possible with one good hand.

Growing up in a family that insisted on perfection, you always hated making your bed in the mornings. Keeping your room clean and having a 5-star hotel-looking bed helped overshadow some of your shortcomings. 

Your friends in Colorado were always impressed with your cleanliness, which was a point of pride and joy for your mother. One of the few things your mother would praise you about was a spotless bed and awards from horseback riding competitions. 

Once you moved to California, Evie and her siblings never understood why your mother would yell about your bedding habits. You always tried to brush it off and avoid having sleepovers at your place because of it. 

“Y/n?” The sound of your name being called pulls you from your thoughts as you look to the doorway to find Hoseok.

“Hi, Hoseok-ssi. Did you have a good day today?”

“Hi. Yeah. Just got some new things this Airbnb didn’t have for the pack.” Looking around you with concern, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Umm… no, well, the dining room in a moment,” you answer, looking around to ensure you are done.

Standing and walking to him, you say, “I think Jin and Prime Alpha should have everything set out by now. We stopped for takeout at JinCook, a local Korean restaurant nearby.”

Even though you walk closer to him, his eyes stay focused on your bed.

“I'm sorry my bed is still messy. It's harder to make it with only one hand than one would think. I would have made it this morning, but I was in a rush.”

“I am not… it’s not… it’s well made. You make a bed better than half the people I know, but why? It's already getting darker outside, and you will be sleeping soon.” He asks, his eyes finally looking at you.

“Mother always said, ‘If you make your bed every morning, you will have accomplished the first task of the day, and if you cannot do the little things, then you can never do the things worth being recognized for.’” you recite the words that have been ingrained in you for years.

“Your mother said that? She made you break down… I mean, remake your bed every day?”

“Yep, and I would be in trouble if I didn’t. There’s nothing wrong with making your bed and keeping a clean house, Hoseok,” you pat his arm and move past him, heading to the dining room. 

Hoseok remains in the doorway. Glaring at the bed and processing what you said.  Soon, the smell of cherries grows more substantial, “Jin.”

“Hello, Hoba,” he stops, glancing over Hoseok’s shoulder, “Where is Y/n?”

“She went to the dining room, but look,” he moves to the side, allowing the eldest mate to look at your room.

Looking in, Seokjin smiles. He sees that you used the travel gear he left for you, and it pleases his Alpha to provide something. 

His eyes then travel to your bed, smile dropping, “Her nest.”

“She tore it down, hyung. I caught her trying to fold corners with one hand, and then she apologized for it still being messy,” Hoseok says, his voice hushing with astonishment.

“What? First off, she needs to teach me how to make those corners, but more importantly, why?” he comments and asks as he walks farther into the room. 

“Jin! Hoseok! Jimin! Yoongi! Jungkook! The food is going to get cold,” you yell from the dining room. 

They both look towards the dining room, “She knows about nests. She told me last night when we helped gather materials. She keeps emphasizing that she was making a blanket fort or human nest.”

“Namjoon said there was an interesting interaction at her pack house, and she asked Yoon and Minnie if they were offended by what she did because she was human.”

“What did she do?” Hoseok asks, turning his attention back to his mate in the room. 

“I didn’t get details other than she proved why she is the head of her pack. Well, that and she has a feisty Omega,” Seokjin informs Hoseok. 

“She may know what it is, but does she understand what it means to us? Or that we would be okay with her keeping it? Rather, we would want her to keep it, right?” Hoseok worries.

Taking Hoseok’s hand and gently kissing the back, he heads toward the dining room. “Of course, she could keep it. I don't know what she knows about nests, but I did mention that she should build one with Jimin.”

Hoseok stops abruptly with a gasp. Hurrying back to your room, he shuts the door while glancing at the stairs, “Jin-hyung, could you imagine how Jimin would react to seeing her nest gone?!?”

“Even though he didn’t say anything, he looked happy to see her have one. It's something to connect with her about,” Hoseok says, rejoining Jin. “Her nest and the inclusion of the pack are what made him confident about seeing her this afternoon.”

“Oh, yeah, no. He doesn’t need to see that,” Jin agrees.

The boys find their seats and start to dig in. Shortly after, the remaining three joined the table with wet hair and looked ready for bed. You note they all look still pink from their showers and wonder how hot they take them. 

Dinner was yummy, all thanks to your non-spicy companion sitting next to you. Taehyung saved you more than once from eating something that you were sure would equal the death of your stomach.

Conversations were more manageable than yesterday. Everyone seems to talk around or over the others. They randomly jump from topic to topic. It’s a bit of chaos, but they are mates, and it feels oddly domestic.

Not once did you feel unable to keep up. However, after you yawned for the “millionth time,” according to Yoongi, you were ushered off to bed. You knew the boys had to be tired, but they all seemed far from ready to sleep. 

You crawl into bed after changing and using the skincare products left in your bathroom. You spend the next few minutes pushing, pulling, stuffing, and rebuilding your little blanket fort. 

This time, you try out Jimin’s body pillow, Taehyung’s blanket, and Hoseok’s pillow, even though you really want to use the ones left by Yoongi and Jungkook. You figure that this would be the first small step to pay attention to them equally. 

It's not professional to have favorites, right?

Once you close your bedroom door, the dining room goes silent. They all listen to your movements before anyone says anything. As soon as nothing is detected, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin are the pack's sole focus. 

“I guess a pack meeting is in order for a few reasons,” Namjoon starts. 

“A few reasons? That is one way to put it,” Jungkook chuckles, his eyes roaming over to Yoongi and Jimin before settling back on the Prime Alpha. 

“I will let Yoongi explain Y/n’s living situation first. Then, we will talk about how things went with her family pack, answer any questions, and make any necessary plans. Yoongi-hyung?”

All eyes shift to the jaguar, stoic-faced as ever, weighing how to explain anything that has happened today.

“Well, Y/n lives closer to PMS in the Downtown LA area with rather high crime rates. My Alpha is not happy about that. Her building doesn’t have any gates or locks to get into the building,” Yoongi starts with the most concerning part of the visit for him as your protector. 

“Even though she lives on one of the upper levels, she only has a simple deadbolt and chain to keep herself safe.” Sounds of displeasure rise in the room, but they are still respectful to you sleeping nearby.

“When I went to drop her off, she wouldn’t let me in her flat. She mentioned a nearby place she frequents for coffee, tea, and food. It’s really a gem of a place and could easily grow with the right guidance, but that isn’t the issue,” he continued.

“If it’s a gem, why is there an issue, hyung?” asks Taehyung, who was thinking of ways to help the business before the crypticness set in.

“Carlo, a domestic Mexican dog Hybrid, runs it. He said his hybrid side is called a Chamuco. Anyway, he runs the kitchen and orders the food. He is happily mated to his wife, and they are waiting for their second litter.” 

The pack smiles at the happy news, but their faces still show confusion about where the issue is.

“His business partner, Payu, is a Thai human infatuated with Y/n. He got defensive with me regarding her, especially when I couldn’t explain my intentions or who I was,” Yoongi tries to tell his mates without a hiss. 

“She is a lovely person. I am not surprised that she has admirers and it’s nice that she has someone that looks out for her. His crush will fade eventually,” Seokjin comments, still confused about why it’s a problem.

“No, Hyung. He told me he planned to ask her out the next time she stopped by the cafe.” Yoongi stressed how soon things may get even more complicated.

“She is living here now, so going all the way to the cafe will be hard. We just need to make sure to avoid the area. Send its location to the pack chat, Yoongi.” Namjoon instructs, giving no more for discussion.

Nodding at the order, Yoongi does just that. The ping shows a photo of the two owners in front of the business doors. 

“I know we all want to keep her safe, which we can while she is here, but we cannot do anything right now about her flat being where it is. However, it is rather small for a pack house,” Namjoon continues.

“Yeah, I am pretty sure that the whole packhouse could fit in our current living room,” Jimin comments. 

“Seriously?” Hoseok exclaims but is quickly hushed by the other pack members. “Sorry. How does she have the basics needed for survival in a small place? You said it was the packhouse, too?”

“Yeah,  her family pack would refer to it as the packhouse. It haaaas enough to get by, I guess,” Jimin shrugs. 

“I spoke with her beta, that fox hybrid from her work,” he says, looking around, making sure everyone remembers who he is talking about. “He says that the packhouse moved there about two years ago, and about a month after she accepted him to the pack.

“Who accepted him to the pack?” Jungkook asks, his ears standing tall, and he starts thinking of how to impress the Alpha of your pack. 

With a smile remembering the moment in the flat when the pack dynamics took over, Jimin looks directly at the youngest Alpha, “Their Luna, Y/n.”

Jungkook’s bunny ears drop at this newest information, “Luna Y/n… Y/n is the Pack Luna… like the head of the pack is our Y/n?”

Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin nod as they watch the rest of the pack process the information. 

Seokjin and Hoseok seem shocked, but this makes sense, given how you have behaved around them thus far. However, they still wonder why you keep getting shocked at some of their Alpha behaviors, as you act as the equivalent of an Alpha in your pack. Wouldn’t you know these things already?

Jungkook, on the other hand, is going through so many emotions. His mind is filled with images of him scenting you, his mate, who is also a Luna. God, if he had known that last night… 

“Does she acknowledge herself as Luna, or is it like an honorary or teasing title between friends?” Jungkook asks, his face almost as stoic as Yoongi’s, “Hyungs, be serious, please. Honestly, is she a Luna?”

Clearing his throat, Yoongi leans forward with a smirk, “Put it this way… After Her Omega decided to threaten the pack with being neutered, Luna Y/n scruffed the Omegan cat to remind her of her place in front of everyone.”

The tension rises as the thought of you holding any type of power intrigues and entices each of them in different ways. Most of their minds wander to ways of getting you to use that power with or around them, dominating and controlling different situations. 

On the other hand, some want you to relinquish that power and control, allowing them to dominate your every sense, getting you to relax fully into their Alphas, and accepting the safety they will provide you. 

“In the heat of the moment, she is by all means ‘Luna Y/n’ with no questions asked,” Jimin interjects. “However, when I called her Luna, she became flustered and was concerned about her and her Omega offending us.”

“Let's just say Y/n has had to do many things and has become skilled in ways that most humans wouldn’t even try properly. She certainly doesn’t abuse that power like some more dominant humans do.  Though, I am not convinced that even Y/n knows where she stands in the overall scheme of things,” the Prime Alpha comments.

Looking at each of his mates, Namjoon says, “I spoke with her Omega. I learned a decent amount about Y/n interactions with Mrs. Genevie’s family pack. What concerns me was Genvie explaining that Y/n took to the pack quickly, almost as if she was an orphan.”

“An orphan?” questions Seokjin. “What about her mother or father?”

Namjoon’s face fell, “After talking with both members of her pack, I only learned that she came to California with her mom and brother. Her mom made sure she never talked about her father or that side of the family.”

Seokjin and Hoseok share a look, both remembering what you did to your nest.

“I think her mom was quite controlling and..” Seokjin pauses, looking at Jimin. “And I think she has something against hybrids. Which doesn’t make sense because Y/n’s mom allowed her to be friends and interact with her Omega’s family pack.”

“Why are you looking at me? Why do you say that, Hyung?” Jimin asks, scooting forward in his chair. His orange scent is curled with worry. His eyes look between the two older mates as they share his concern.

“We all saw that she made a nest with our things when we left this morning. Before she came in here, I was talking with her and well… she made her bed,” Hoseok says with his eyes never leaving Jimin. 

“Wha..What do you mean?” Jimin pushes.

“I mean, she tore down her ‘blanket fort.’ Put our extra materials at the foot of the bed, and it looked the same as when we arrived for the very first time,” Hoseok explains. 

“She didn’t break it down because she wanted to. She broke it down because her mother drilled it into her to do so—to the point that she would get into trouble if she didn’t,” adds Seokjin while slightly glaring at Hoseok.

Jimin stands and paces behind his mates' chairs. He is trying to keep the memories at bay—the memories of his former owners—the voices of his former owners scolding him, the feeling of worthlessness, and the sounds of flesh beating into flesh. Did you live like that, too? Were you raised to be someone who you really are not, just like him?

Most hybrids were purchased or raised by the small percent of the world who had more money than they knew what to do with. Jimin’s mother was pregnant with him when she was bought. After he was born, they trained him to be a showpiece.

They thought that because he was male and a bear, that automatically made him an Alpha. 

As a young boy, Jimin was soft and cuddly. He learned to build nests from his Omega mother, but they had to hide them. If their owners saw him build or sleep in a nest, they would tear it down and beat him.

After he presented as an Alpha, they would beat him if he displayed any non-Alpha behaviors, such as scenting, cuddling, purring, and even denning, which was the Alpha equivalent of nesting, but the stupid humans didn’t know any different.

It wasn’t long after he presented as an Alpha that his mother passed away. When they attempted to breed her again, she was too old to carry cubs. The owners didn’t care. All they knew was that she was a sow that had successfully had other cubs, so why not more?

Once his mother passed, Jimin shut down and became the perfect Alpha for his owners. He was the perfect gentleman at events and the amazingly attentive ‘toy’ for their close friends, male or female. 

The only time Jimin felt like himself was when they went to extravagant galas, and they would make him dance with anyone willing to spend money. He would lose himself in the music. 

It wasn’t until his owner’s best friend mentioned how Jimin’s flexibility and graceful movements would look beautiful on stage that he found some form of reprieve. 

That reprieve came in the form of schooling. His owners sent him to a performing arts University to learn several dance, writing, and singing styles. The goal was to find more ways to make money off of Jimin. 

During this time, a scout approached him and asked if he was interested in becoming an idol. After some discussion, Jimin jumped at the chance to be an Idol. It would allow him to escape his owners and find his freedom. 

Luckily for him, not only did he find his freedom, he found his mates. 

The pack took the new information to heart and agreed to use the pack nesting room tonight for the first time. It would allow the pack a chance to connect again, and, with all the disturbing news, they all needed the comfort. 

It took Jimin and Taehyung about 15 minutes to build up to an acceptable level of comfort. Using some of the new bedding that Hoseok had gotten to replace what they had given you.

Seokjin lay against the far wall under the large panoramic window. Jimin pressed his back into his front. Finishing the Jimin sandwich was Yoongi. Seokjin and Yoongi wrapped their arms around Jimin to ground him to the present. Both of the older Alphas saw the shadows of the past haunt their precious panda’s face and wanted to offer solace for him.

Jungkook and Taehyung were cuddled together on Yoongi's side. The former became the latter’s pillow for the night. Taehyung curled an arm around the bunny, and the other hand was tucked into Yoongi’s hair, absent-mindedly scratching his scalp behind his ears. 

Hoseok smiled at his mates, already hearing soft snores from a few but noting that the Prime Alpha had not yet joined. Listening through the house, he could hear movement down the hall.

Softly closing the door to the pack nest, Hoseok went to find the missing Alpha. It didn’t take long to find him as he was pacing the dining room and kitchen. His eyebrows furrowed, his tail hanging low, almost touching the ground, and he seemed to be in his own dark world. 

“Prime Alpha?” Hoseok calls softly, trying not to startle his leader. 

The calling of his title snaps Namjoon out of his thoughts, “Hoseok-hyung, why are you still up?” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” he responds, walking closer to him. The Prime Alpha’s faint leather scent tells Hoseok more than enough. Closing the distance, the marten pulls his wolf mate into a tight hug.

Melting into the hold of his mate, Namjoon breathes in his lilac and vanilla scent. Allowing the presence of the pack’s sunshine mate, as they call him, to calm the racing and running of Namjoon’s mind into something more manageable. “Are we doing the right thing by Y/n?”

“Oh, Joonie. I know I was harsh, and the pack didn’t respond well to your idea, but I think it was the only way you thought would help us keep her,” comments Hoseok, rubbing his back in comforting circles. 

“I believe the mate bond is already starting to work magic, Joon. She may be human, but she isn’t immune to it. Remember last year you read all those studies?” Hoseok questioned.

“I remember. You were so interested in the results. They showed that humans can respond to the bond just as strongly as a hybrid, but they just take a while to recognize it.”

“She won’t be mad that we are lying to her? That we are doing all of this with alternative intentions? That I am a horrible Prime Alpha because I didn’t act on the bond right away?” Namjoon asks rapidly. 

“Joonie… Joon…” Hoseok tries to interrupt, “Alpha!” The title again stops Namjoon from continuing to spiral. Pulling back from the hug, Namjoon looks at Hoseok with his eyes, searching for answers that he knows only Y/n holds. 

“Prime Alpha, Namjoon, our wolfie,” Hoseok coos. “Y/n may be all those or none of these. Just know she is also kind. She seems to be just as insecure about everything as we are.”

Namjoon’s eyes focus again on something Hoseok cannot see, “I want to talk with her family pack again without Y/n. At least I would like to let them know she is our mate. Maybe they can help us.”

“That is a brilliant idea, Joon!” smiles Hoseok. 

“Do you think maybe we should all meet with them, just me or a few of us?” Namjoon asks as his focus returns to the mate in his arms. 

“Well, tomorrow, Jin-hyung has a plan for y/n. He wants to start the one-on-one dates and has already ensured his schedule was cleared. So maybe something with you and Yoongi-hyung?”

“That is a good idea. I am glad Seokjin is going to start the dates. He always has a level head when it comes to bringing mates into the fold. Unlike me and my muddled mind and Kookie wanting to jump right into things,” chuckles Namjoon. 

As he relaxes, his leather and vanilla scent returns in full. Taking Hoseok’s hand, the two start walking to the pack nest. “I think tomorrow, I will let the rest of the pack know and ask who wants to join me.”

“Sounds great, Alpha. Now let’s go to bed,” agrees Hoseok as he opens the door and leads the Pack Alpha into the nest.

Glancing over the nest, seeing each of his mates with soft features of sleep gracing their features makes love in Namjoon’s heart blossom. He always wanted to be the Pack Alpha, and then when it was apparent all his mates were also Alphas, it was an honor to be recognized as their Prime Alpha. 

He was lying down, with Hoseok curling along his back and acting like a koala by hooking his limbs around him. Sleeping Hoseok was just as clingy if not more so, than awake Hoseok.

Focusing on the partly open door, the smell of Sweetpea blows in, mixing with Hoseok’s lilac, Jungkook’s snickerdoodle, Taehyung’s ebony, Yoongi’s petrichor, Jimin’s oranges, Soekjin’s cherries, and all with the rich undertone of vanilla. 

The scents reminded the Prime Alpha that his mates were at least safe in the packhouse. Namjoon sighed, his body succumbing to sleep while his Alpha settled, a bit more at ease now with the plan that had been made.  

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[yuurei20]

Is it true that Cater is a playboy? I've seen some people saying that he's a Playboy, but I'm not sure if its canon. Thanks!!

Hello hello! ^^ Thank you for this question!

This was also mentioned a little bit in response to an earlier question about Cater's habit of flirting with people, which includes a compilation of screenshots of what is probably the kind of scenes that people are thinking about when they talk about Cater being a playboy!

But I think this might depend on your definition of "playboy" 👀

As of this post, the only canonical romantic relationship we have heard of in the game (on EN 👀) is Ace and his ex-girlfriend!

If your definition of "playboy" is "someone who dates a lot of different people," then "playboy" does not apply to Cater, as far as we know :>

What we do know is this!

His family moved around a lot when he was a child so, at some point, he started intentionally keeping his interpersonal relationships shallow rather than try to forge meaningful connections:

"That's why I always tried to be on good terms with everyone, rather than forge strong bonds with a chosen few. Like a circus performer who has a grand old time with people from around the world, and then packs up and moves on."

While never stated outright, it is a common theory that this is why Cater keeps Trey at arm's length during Wish Upon a Star:

Trey is already his closest friend, so Cater might be keeping up a buffer zone of secrets like what his true wish for the Star Sending is so that they do not become any closer, and their inevitable parting will be less painful.

Lilia tries to encourage Cater, saying that, in deciding not to get too close to any one person he may be the wisest one there, but Cater is not convinced that Lilia can truly empathize:

"Lilia's developed cherished relationships while living in the same place his whole life. There's no way he could ever understand how helpless I feel."

Another thing we know about Cater is that he might be feeling the loss of one, specific friend in particular! He tells Silver that he remembers making a friend at a new school one time, only to immediately learn that he would be moving away again the next month.

It is interesting that he mentions this one friend in particular--were they the catalyst? Was that the point when he decided that he would never get close to another person? We do not know 👀

If you are seeing "playboy Cater" coming from the JP side of the fandom, it is possibly because his speech patterns are that of a チャラい character on JP!

I think "flirt" is a decent translation for チャラい? 🧐 (It was localized as "poser" during the Stitch event.)

They are characters that talk/look flashy, seem shallow, and tend to flirt with everyone equally rather than picking someone specific to pursue. (Orange hair is common but is not required ww)

This survey of 3,324 people voted the top three チャラい anime characters as Moroboshi Ataru (Urusei Yatsura), Saeba Ryo (City Hunter) and Lupin III, to give you an idea of the チャラい character archetype ^^

And a common theme of Twst is: appearances can be deceiving!

Vil and Lilia seem to suspect Cater of having "a morose side that the rest of us never see" hidden by his sunny disposition, but Cater claims otherwise 👀

Much like Epel appears delicate but is actually the opposite and Lilia appears young but is actually old, it is possible that Cater intentionally acts shallow while actually he has a complex inner world--he is flighty not because he is trying to attract people, but because he is trying to keep them away.

More here! ^^

・Cater's Inner Life ・Cater's Childhood

To the original question: I do not believe that we have heard about Cater having any relationships (romantic or otherwise) at all except for one single friend from pre-NRC, which might not qualify him as a "playboy"! ^^

[thefirstknife]

Hi! I was wondering if you could explain the lore surrounding Saint and how he says he looked up to us? That whole time fuckery always confused me + the Vex apparently made him a tomb? What was that about? I really just have no idea what happened in Season of Dawn

Yes!

So, we should start with Osiris being exiled from the City (some time around the Twilight Gap, unclear when exactly, but vaguely at that time). Osiris packed his stuff and left to go do his research in peace; he went to Mercury for the Infinite Forest.

This upset Saint a lot and he decided to go after him. He even left a letter for him which destroys me every time:

Ship's Final Log: Osiris. I hope whatever you find in this place is worth it. My recommendation to install you as Vanguard Commander was not a gesture to stroke your ego. It was an order to stay and help the City achieve all that it could. An order you refused to follow. News of my demise will no doubt reach you late. I can already see your response—the guilt that will follow, however fleeting. I thought you had changed after Six Fronts; that seeing your people on the brink of destruction and spared from death would be reward enough to stay. To fight. I'll fight in your stead one last time.

However, note the following at the end:

To my inspiration. Your final gift to me I now send back to you. It will be good to see you again.

This was very bizarre at the time because there was no context to this. While we knew some little bits and pieces of Saint's story before, it wasn't until Curse of Osiris that we got the proper introduction.

Fast forward, Saint entered the Forest after Osiris and got lost in there. He wandered a lot, fought the Vex, eventually got them so upset that the Vex put all of their resources into constructing a special Vex Mind that was capable of draining Saint's Light. When they succeeded, Saint died in the Forest. The Vex were so impressed that they came to respect him enough to make a tomb for him in the Forest:

Finding this tomb was a quest in Curse of Osiris: links to the full questline. When we got to the tomb, we took information from Saint's body and used it to forge his gun: Perfect Paradox. The lore on it is also very peculiar, addressing someone that Saint looked up to. Again, we could only speculate at the time because we didn't have the whole story, but it appeared there was some sort of weird shenanigans here that potentially involved us, the player. Important:

All I have left is this weapon. The Cryptarchs say you crafted it yourself, built it out of scraps and Light and sheer will, inside the Infinite Forge.

We did indeed do that. But how can Saint know that and why is he addressing us? We've never met him; he disappeared into the Forest long before we existed.

It would take 3 years for this to be resolved, in Season of Dawn. In Season of Dawn, Osiris revealed that following our discovery of Saint's tomb, he went to work on creating the Sundial. The sole purpose of the Sundial would be to essentially allow entry into Saint's personal timeline and past, to find him in the right moment, and save him from certain death. Osiris tried to do this himself and failed. For some reason, he could not find the right Saint in the right moment. He begrudgingly gave up and put the Sundial away.

When it was discovered by the Psions and used for their nefarious purposes, Osiris told us about this briefly and let us give it a shot to try and find Saint. He advised against it and deemed it "an impossible task." However, unknown to him (and us), we were the link needed to make this possible.

We went in there and we found the right Saint in the right moment. We found him desperately fighting against the Eliksni on Mercury in his personal past, during the Dark Age. We met up with him and helped him win. After that, we talked to him. Saint seemed super defeated and hopeless, but Ghost then told him about the future where people are safe and showed him a projection of the City from the future. We also gave him the Perfect Paradox. Our Ghost pulled our weapon that we made and gave it to Saint.

The Shotgun you crafted in the Infinite Forge is reacting to the Sundial! An onboard transponder is broadcasting coordinates: a path through the Sundial, crossing two time periods. The prophecy blueprint you used to create the Perfect Paradox must have included this broadcast.

This was the link between us and Saint that allowed us to use the Sundial to save him in a way Osiris could not. The gun is a bootstrap paradox: it exists "out of nowhere" basically. We give it to Saint in his past and we pick it up from his body in the future and then we take it back to the past and give it to him. Saint had information needed to craft it because we gave him the gun, but we only gave him the gun because he had it in the first place.

Saint takes the weapon and we leave him in his personal timeline, but to him, at the time, we're a hero who saved him and showed him a future where the City thrives and people are safe. He kept that hope with him and considered us someone who inspired him to do better and to fight. He could never explain who we were, because for everyone else we did not exist yet: Saint only met us because we showed up from the future to meet him.

We end up going back to the Sundial to find Saint again in the right time when he's found by the Vex Mind designed to drain his Light. Only this time he doesn't fight alone and we save him, essentially changing the course of time. Saint doesn't die; we save him and he's able to stay in the Forest until we can open it from the outside years later in the present day.

Saint never forgot about us and how we saved him and gave him the shotgun. He spent his life with us as an inspiration; someone who appeared out of nowhere and promised him that one day the City will be safe and people protected. It kept him going, even when nobody really understood what he was talking about. Osiris also mentions this when we finish the quest:

In his youth, he talked often about the Guardian who inspired him. I should have guessed it would be you.

Osiris I promise that it's okay that you couldn't guess that Saint was talking about a Guardian time travelling from the future.

I definitely recommend checking out both quests for this whole thing, they're really cool, especially the ones from Dawn because they're more expansive and also Saint is alive there. But the setup from Curse of Osiris is really neat because they heavily hinted at Saint coming back since then. Both the exotic ship and the shotgun itself have lore that clearly reference Saint having already met us, a plotline that we waited 3 years to resolve.

Hopefully that makes a bit more sense!

[dianadiaries]

ateez’s reaction to you wearing waist chain. bet theyre going crazy over it as if they hadnt been obsessed with your waist already 🤪

-- mono diana ask!!

aa I love this idea soooo much, so I don't have an idea for all of ateez but for yunho!!

You have been scrolling for quite sometime, till you saw this cute swimsuit idea! You decided to text Yunho to come to the beach with you! After doing so you find out everyone is coming, not that it bothers you they are your friends to! You find your swimsuit that matches your skin perfectly. But you were missing one thing, what was it that the girl had in the video. After your mind pondered for a while you figured it out again, waist beads! You had a couple only around three, two were a pearly look-a-like and other matched the color of your swimsuit.

★

You look in your lengthy mirror, and smile. You had the looks of a mermaid in her own little lagoon. Ethereal. After finding a cute cover up to put over your swimsuit, you decided to make a picnic basket. You looked in the fridge, and packed up watermelon, bubbly soda, and some sandwiches. But you being you, you brought some other snacks for the members! After a while you got a ding from Yunho, he was here with all the boys for the beach! You giggled and put on your sandals, and walked out your house. "Hi /your name!!" Wooyoung says happily as you enter the car with your cute little strawberry basket. "Hi woo!!" You say plopping down next to him.

★

"what is that basket for?" A husky voice questions, "o—oh uhh it's food I got it for everyone!" You say a tad bit startled from Mingi's rather deep voice. You all have a bit till yall get to the beach so you sleep with wooyoung while Seonghwa is helping yunho with directions. Yeosang and Jongho are talking. Hongjoong, San, and Mingi are arguing about what flavor of cheetos are better. But sooner or later yall get to the beach. "/your name, wooyoung! Wake up we are here!" Seonghwa says. While everyone is still getting out the car, Yunho stares at you a bit while your sleeping before waking you up. After your little sleepy haze you are walking to the beach with everyone. Yunho is holding on to your waist while you have the basket in your hand.

★

finally that ocean breeze, you place everything down as Seonghwa is starting to cook, a nice barbecue. Everyone else except you, Yunho, and Mingi are playing volleyball. You, Yunho and Mingi are about to swim, as you take your cover up off you can feel a certain someones eyes on you. That someone being Yunho. Your waistbeads falling ever so gently on your curves, making them shine even more. "Is there a problem?" You say making sure he is okay. "Uh uh no no don't worry!" He says stuttering a bit. He really is like a wondering puppy, you relish in your mind. As you finish up that conversation, Mingi groans and yall head to the ocean. It was so pretty, and clear. Until Mingi started to splash water on you. Yunho watched from a tad bit a far. Watching the way when you jumped the waist beads would to. They just fit you so well, how can he not look.

★

After you and Mingi's interference, you walked back to Yunho. Yunho looked at the way when you walked the beads would go up down up down. He was in love or something. But he would never tell. You examine his face, very close. "Are you okay? You seem hot." You question him once again. "Uh—uh... I'm fine!!" Yunho brushes it off. You shrugged and walked away. Yet he stilled, and turned to watch that effortlessly gorgeous waist, and the of course pretty beads on it.

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-----> author note : aaaa I love summer what about you guys!!

[dunmeshichilchuck]

For That One Guy on Tumblr, part 3

Chilchuck x !fem !halffoot reader

@dunmeshimeshi @leguink

Approximately 10 minutes later your optimism floated away with your appetite while you stared down at what looked like a lamb chop in abject horror. 

"You've been eating WHAT??!!" 

Laois looked all too enthused. "They're good! I promise! Just try some!" 

Marcille backed him up. "Yeah I know it seems weird but it really is very tasty!"

Almost reflexively, you looked at the other halffoot in the room. Was this some kind of prank they were playing? Were they actually criminals consigned to live down here for the rest of time? Was this...actually safe?

He seemed to somewhat understand your unspoken questions. He nodded and shrugged. "It's what's gotten us to this floor. Otherwise we wouldn't have been able to buy and pack enough food." 

He picked up his fork and took a bite. "Mmmm Senshi this is really good!" 

Everyone else followed suit, and even though you figured they were playing it up for your benefit, it did seem like they were genuinely enjoying it. You watched Chilchuck carefully, and when he didn't seem to be doubling over and dying, and at the insistent prodding of Laois, you tried a tentative bite. 

It was, unfortunately, amazing. Probably the best meat you'd ever had in your life. Once started your hunger took over and you started to scarf down the food. 

Someone grabbed your fork and you glanced up angrily to see Chilchuck looking concerned, along with the rest of the party members. 

"If you eat it that quickly you'll throw it back up, and then it'll just be a net loss." He said brusquely. "Especially with our smaller stomaches resurrection hunger can be difficult to remedy safely." 

You knew THAT, you weren't fucking stupid. Just it'd been so long since you'd had good food, and you were so hungry...

Senshi looked chagrined "aaahhhh I should have thought of that! My apologies young lady, I'll make you some broth you can drink slowly." 

You scowled. "I can handle a little meat! And I'm fucking starving!" 

Chilchuck scowled right back and summarily yanked your plate from you. "Don't be stupid, if your stomach explodes from overeating we'll just have to ressurect you again, and that'd be a waste of time and mana."

You briefly contemplated how difficult it would be to get the plate back, but your knife was in a neat pile with the remnants of your clothes and you were weak from hunger. Seeming to read your mind, Chilchuck firmly placed the plate to the side out of your reach, along with his own. 

You scowled at him angrily, but were distracted by Senshi pushing a delicious smelling bowl into your hands. 

"There you go! Whipped you up just a quick broth. Drink that SLOWLY now, and then you can probably have a bit of meat." 

You took one sip and then chugged the whole bowl, gasping for breath between every few gulps. Your stomach screamed at you insistently. You NEEDED this you HAD to have it. 

A few minutes later you, thankfully, barely, made it outside to vomit up the contents of your stomach into the snow outside instead of all over your clean clothes. 

As you retched into the snow you heard the opening to the sauna pull back and Chilchuck say "you see? This would have been a lot worse if you'd had solid food in you. Come back inside once you're done and we can try again." 

You weakly told him to fuck off, and he just snorted a bit and popped back inside. 

You walked back inside already ready to be on the defensive, you'd just wasted perfectly good food after all. But Senshi just beckoned you over with some more broth and a spoon. "Now take one bite, and then count to 3, and then another bite, and you should be able to keep this down." 

you sat there and slowly, determinedly, got the whole bowl down without losing control or throwing up again. 

Once you finished, Senshi smiled broadly. "Very good! Now lets give it a couple hours and you should be able to drink some more! This was just a quick preparation, but I'll go make you some actual soup that'll still be easy on the stomach!" 

You watched Senshi happily start to cook again in bemusement. 

You sat down next to Chilchuck against the wall and said in a low voice. "Is he....always like that?"

"What, obsessed with cooking? Yeah no he loves it. Laois is the same but with monsters, and then Marcille is weird about magic. Weird magic too." He cast a furtive glance at Marcille, who seemed to be happily occupied in mending some article of clothing. "Izutzumi just kinda hangs out but she doesn't do anything she doesn't want to do." 

You nodded thoughtfully, digesting the information.

"And are they...." You paused, considering how to ask this. "They seem to treat you....well."

Chilchuck scoffed. "Ah times have changed since you were frozen, the union's helped with that. Contracts are hammered out in advance and they have to stick to it no matter what. I get paid in advance, I don't fight, I'm not bait, and I have an equal say in the party. Anything less and I'm out of here."

You nodded again. That was good. That was very good. Having another halffoot to travel with was going to be great. Just one issue....you didn't have a contract with this party. 

[daphnethebanjolover]

Thoughts on Inside Out 2

Also known as Pixar Showing Off Their CGI Again

Pretty sick how you can see multi-color memories in the first scene as a follow-up to the end of the first movie where they discover that memories can be associated with multiple emotions.

It only took a few seconds in the pit for me to remember that Bing Bong is fucking gone.

"I'm Brie." "I'm Grace." "I'm gay." "You're purple." -Me, too quietly for anyone to hear (in case you can't tell, I still think about IF sometimes)

Maybe adding a "We're Blasting Off Again" chute wasn't the best idea.

In the scene right before they pull into the high school parking lot, you can already see orange buttons on the console.

The shot of Joy being like "There's nothing to worry about" while there's literally a wrecking ball in the window should be a meme.

It's very fitting that they made Anxiety just a creature.

Embarrassment might be big, but he's just a lil guy.

Then there's Envy, who actually is little but not in a cute way. More like an Aquamarine from Steven Universe way. In fact, she might just be Aquamarine.

Le Console App

Biggest jumpscare of 2024: 2D animation in a Pixar movie.

Second biggest jumpscare of 2024: PlayStation graphics in a Pixar movie.

Anger just said, "FUCK DA POLICE."

I wanted Sadness to show up in headquarters and say "Surprise, motherfucker."

I was the first person to laugh at the Sar-chasm, and then everyone else started laughing. I feel like that happened multiple times, actually.

After Anger called Joy delusional, I fully expected her to say "what the fuck did you just say to me?"

Let Joy say fuck.

How self-aware of Disney to include a scene in an animation sweatshop.

I was wondering how they were going to top Riley running away in the first movie. Turns out the answer is breaking and entering.

Why does a fanny pack from a preschool kids' show have that much dynamite in it?

Anxiety? Did you mean Sonic the Hedgehog?

So what I'm getting is that the moral of the story is I Am All of Me.

Overall, 9/10 movie. Pouchy <<<<< Toodles

[jordyn14]

It Has Always Been You • Joe Burrow Mini Series

Chapter 2: “He wants to take my v-card, should I let him?”

It was finally Joe's first game of the season which meant all of us got to go to the game to cheer him on and support him. I'm not going to lie, this was one of my most favorite days of the entire season, it may even top the playoffs. For starters, it is almost always extremely warm and sunny, the atmosphere is unlike no other because it's the first game back with all of the starters playing, no matter if it was a good year or last year better, the season starts off amazing because it's a clean slate for everyone; the players, coaches, fans, and the family of the players. Another amazing thing about going, the outfits. I absolutely love dressing up in cute clothing and going to watch my best friend's brother live out his dream.

When we arrived, we all got there super early like always so we could go and tailgate before since Robin and Jimmy always have a tailgating spot for every home game. They are literally the best. We were drinking and having fun tailgating with some fans for a while, but after a while Arthur and I headed into the stadium before it got packed. We loved getting there early so Arthur could see his brother before the game and talk with him and catch up for a few minutes. We headed down the stadium stairs where we saw a bunch of players already starting to warm up without their jersey's on yet. "Do ya see him?" Arthur asked me who was in front of me, turning his head to look at me as he talked. "Uhmm..." I said and started to scan the field for Joe. "No, but I do see Mars." I said as me and Ja'marr made eye contact.

Immediately, Ja'marr stopped doing what he was doing and started to jog over to me. "Maise! My favorite French girl!" Ja'marr called over to me. I walked past Arthur as a few fans started calling out Ja'marrs name, wanting to talk with him. "Mars!" I laughed a little bit at our nicknames. The first time I ever met Ja'marr, it was so incredibly hard for me to say his name with my accent that I just decided to call him mars instead since it was easier. Plus, when I said Ja'marr with my accent it didn't sound like Ja'marr at all. Since I gave him a nickname, he decided that I also needed a nickname, so he stuck with Maise since he said May was too simple.

When Ja'marr got over to me with a big smile, I leaned down and dabbed him up. "Maise, what's up?" He asked me. After I dabbed him up, I leaned my hands on the railing and glanced up to see Joe walking over to say hi to Arthur. "Oh you know, the usual. I'm excited to watch you guys kick some ass I hope." I laughed. Ja'marr nodded and winked at me. "Don't you worry about that, we got you...we're going to be...winners." Ja'marr said, trying out some French which ended up sounding amazing. "Ay, look at you go Mars. You are a natural." I told him and tilted my head a little bit, wondering if he practiced a little over the offseason like I told him to. He tried his best to translate what I said and I couldn't help but smile at his concentration face. "I said you are a natural, but I guess I spoke too soon." I laughed. "Apparently." He laughed.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Joe staring-no-glaring, at both me and Ja'marr with a slight scowl on his face as him and Arthur talked. His brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched, but as soon as he looked over at me with a glare and we made eye contact, he quickly looked away and continued his conversation with Arthur, though he kept glancing over periodically. What the hell was that about? What the fuck was that look for? "W-well, good luck, I'll probably see you after the game." I said with a smile and backed away a little bit. "Alright Maise, see ya later." He said and started to jog back to the field so he could continue what he was doing. Joe watched him jog away and then glanced back up at me and then Arthur. "I'm going to head up to the suite, I'll meet you up there?" I said to Arthur, making sure not to look at Joe in the process. "Sure, sure. I'll grab us some drinks too." He said. "Perfect." I smiled at him and turned on my heel.

No matter how much I tried to push Joe out of my head, I couldn't. The look he gave me and Ja'marr was stuck in my head. When he was looking at us, he looked pissed...was it jealously? No, no way he could be jealous. We grew up together just like me and Arthur. What does he have to be jealous about? Maybe him and Ja'marr were in a little fight. Plus, it didn't matter anyways, he was off limits. But damn, the way he glared at Ja'marr while we talked was- no, stop. My mind was racing with all of these thoughts and I had to keep reminding myself to stop thinking about him and what he could have been glaring at Ja'marr for. Even then, the word jealously was stuck in my head and I hated it. I was so fucking delusional. Why did I always do this to myself?

All of a sudden, I was torn from my thoughts when Arthur walked into the suite with two drinks in his hand. One was a beer and the other was a fruity drink since I absolutely hate beer. "Oh my gosh, you're a saint. Merci." I said. I grabbed the fruity drink and took a big sip of it, hoping it would calm my thoughts of my best friend's brother. "Damn, calm down girl. You look stressed." He said with a laugh and sat down next to me. After kicking off my uncomfortable shoes, I turned to him with a small laugh. "Hey, this is the first game of the season, this is excitement mixed with nerves." I said, somewhat lying. I was in fact excited to watch the game so I wasn't fully lying. Arthur just nodded a little bit and took a sip of his gross looking beer. "Alright, alright. Touché." He chuckled.

For a few seconds, Arthur just stared out onto the field, looking like he wanted to tell me something. "Spill." I said and elbowed him in the arm. Arthur quickly looked over to me, not excpecting the sudden hit and sighed. "Okay, so you know the girl I've been talking to for a while now?" Arthur asked me. For about 3 months, Arthur has been talking to a girl I used to hang out with in college, Mia. They've hung out a bunch of times and have gone on dates and whatever, but they aren't official yet and Arthur's to blame. In college, I was weary of them going out together when she asked me if she could have his number. If there's one thing to know about Mia, at least in college, was that she definitely got around, especially with the football guys. She always wanted to hook me up with people but I always said no.

But she changed quite a bit after college and no matter how many times I try and convince Arthur that I'm 100% okay with them officially dating, he's been hesitant. "Of course I know Mia. I don't know if you remember or not, but for the past 3 months you've been talking we've gotten closer and are now good friends. Do you live under a rock?" I asked him. Arthur look over at me like I was crazy and said, "damn. I was just trying to say that this week I'm going to ask her to be my girlfriend." He said with a small blush on his cheeks. "No way! Finally! How are you going to do it?" I asked him. "You haven't even been in a serious relationship since your junior year of high school. I don't even wanna hear you say 'finally.'" He said. I jokingly scoffed and threw my arms up a little bit.

My freshman through junior year of high school was spent with a boy named Kyle. At first Kyle was kind, sweet, caring, but no where near as good looking as Joe. Shit. Why did I think that? That man was always in my head no matter how much I tried to convince myself that I didn't still have feelings for him. "Kyle cheated on me, okay? Plus the year after he cheated on me he knocked up some girl. I take that as a win." I said with a 'hmph.' "Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Arthur laughed, "anyways, we're going to dinner this Wednesday and I'm just going to come out and ask her." He said. From hanging out with Mia more, I learned that she was actually a really sweet person, despite sleeping around a little bit in college. Plus, I can tell she makes Arthur extremely happy, and that's all I want for him. "You don't even know how happy I am right now, this is amazing. Plus...I also have a date on Wednesday, what a coincidence." I said, trying to hold back a smile when Arthur gasped.

"What! Maisie Moreau is going on an actual date on Wednesday? Who's the lucky guy?" He asked me. I let out a small giddy little giggle and opened up Instagram on my phone. A boy DM'd me one random day because he saw that we both spoke French and we have been talking for about 4 weeks now. Yesterday, he finally asked me on a date, which I'm super excited about. "It's Max, the one I told you about," I said and scrolled through some of our dm's and pictures of him to show him what we've been talking about so he could get a general idea of who Max is, "so yeah, we'll see how this goes. This will be my first date in 2 fucking years. I'm kinda nervous." I laughed. "Yeah, well, he better treat you right. That's all I'm saying. The second he says or tries something weird, call me and I'll come pick you up." He said.

"Yeah no. I will not be calling you. I wouldn't do that to Mia. And anyways, I can take care of myself." I said with a shrug and took a sip of my drink. After I said this, Robin and Jimmy both walked into the suite with huge smiles on their faces. We all watched the entire game in the suite and cheered so much. For their first game of the season, they did incredible. Joe threw 4 touchdowns, 2 of them after connecting with Ja'marr, and threw for 412 yards. The whole team looked incredible as well; the defense only allowed 1 touchdown and a field goal kick. The energy was insane as well and for the entire game, not a single person stopped cheering when the defense was on the field.

But that night, I still couldn't get Joe out of my head. It was like his face was imprinted in my head and I didn't know what to do about it. For most of my time being Arthur's best friend I've had a crush on Joe. When I was younger, though, it was nothing other than a stupid little girly crush on an older boy who was cute, but this felt way different. It wasn't just his looks that I was wildly attracted to, which made is worse. Joe was seriously an amazing person. He is compassionate, he takes time to interact with fans when he can, he has a great sense of humor, he is smart and nerdy, he is supportive of his brother and even me, he is great with kids, and lastly, he's my best friend's brother.

In this crazy world we live in, it's so rare to find someone as special as Arthur and Joe, and the fact that I have found two people like that in my life is insane and incredible. I never thought I would have feelings for one of those people as much as I do right now. In my head, I have always had rules for myself like always give Arthur the first slice of cake on my birthday and always tell him my secrets, but I also have that Arthur's brother is off limits and to not catch feelings, and I did just that, I caught feelings. They sort of just crept up on me after all these years. I needed to figure out a way to push those feelings down and think of him as just my best friends brother again before Arthur finds out and I ruin everything, but I didn't have a any ideas.

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When Wednesday finally came around, I was so excited. I went to Arthur's house to help him prepare for asking Mia to be his girlfriend which ultimately consisted of helping him pick out his outfit, what flowers to get, and lastly how he should ask her. It was so cute to see him so nervous and flustered. What I didn't know was that he also asked Joe to come and help him since he has more experience in the girl department. I went all week with not really thinking about him and then boom, I was face to face with him unexpectedly. How great. At least Joe was there to help Arthur though, that's all that mattered.

“Okay, I think I'm ready to go pick her up." Arthur said with a little nervous smile. "Holy cow, my little brother is finally doing it." Joe said with a chuckle and started to rub the top of Arthur’s head, messing up his hair. I laughed at how Arthur's face flushed red while pushing Joe away from him and then fixed his hair. Rolling my eyes at them, I reached over to grab my purse. "Good, I was getting worried that you would make me late." I told Arthur. Walking towards him, I gave him a hug and said, "you're gonna be great." Once I pulled away from Arthur, he let out a deep breath and nodded. "Late for what?" Joe asked curiously, probably thinking I had a modeling shoot or something with my clothing brand. I turned towards him with a small smile and said, "for the first time in 2 years I'm going on a date. To say I'm nervous is definitely an understatement." I laughed a little bit.

As I looked into Joe's eyes, he cleared his throat and nodded quickly. "Oh- well have fun." Joe said, accidentally making it sound like more of a question than a statement. There is was again, that hint of jealousy in his face and voice. Why did he have to do that? Joe and I held eye contact until I cleared my throat and headed for the door. "Joe, it's time for you to step up. You are 3 years older than us and you're the only one without a date tonight." I said with a laugh, trying to break up whatever just happened. Both Arthur and Joe laughed and Joe rolled his eyes and said, "oh shut up." I said bye to the guys and then opened up the door and headed for my car.

Once I got to in my car, I put my forehead on the steering wheel with a groan. "Why?" I asked myself. Was he acting weird around me or was it my mind playing tricks on me? It's been way to long since I've even been around a man whose thought about me romantically that I've apparently forgotten all of the signs and turned into a dummy. The only thing I knew for certain was that he was acting different, I just didn't know what that difference was or if it would ever go back to the way it was.

On the way to the restaurant I tried to clear my head of Joe considering that I had a date with a man who isn't him and it would be weird to think about another man while on a date, but it was almost impossible. Not only were there memories surrounding places like Jeff Ruby's, the stadium, or the place Arthur, Joe, and I went to celebrate Arthur when he got his first big boy job, but there were pictures of him scattered around; someone even had a flag of Joe Burrow on their flag pole below the American flag. There are far too many reminders of him in Cincinnati. Why does he have to be loved by so many people?

Thankfully all of that ended when I pulled into the bar parking lot me and Max were getting dinner at. I liked this bar because there were booths around the place, but also a bar for us to go sit at after dinner where we could order some drinks and get to know each other some more. Plus we figured that since we've never met before, a formal place like Jeff Ruby's would be far too much for a small get together to get to know each other.

After I walked inside, I was put at a small booth in the middle of the bar and ordered myself a drink, hoping the alcohol would calm some of my nerves. Five minutes turned into ten, ten turned into fifteen and then when I looked at my watch again, I realized that he was twenty minutes late and still wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Should I take the drink away?" The waitress asked me, gesturing to the beer that I ordered for Max fifteen minutes ago. "Yes please. Would you mind bringing me some fruity drink from the bar?" I asked her. She nodded with a small smile, understanding what happened, and grabbed the beer and my empty drink from the table. "I'll keep them coming too. I love your accent by the way." She said. I looked up at her with what would be probably the only genuine smile I gave anyone today. "Thank you so much." I said. With that, she walked away with the glasses in her hand and went to the bar to put in my drink Order.

After I sat in my thoughts for a few seconds, contemplating what to do, I went on my phone and called Max, wondering if there was some other reason he stood me other than a lack of interest. As soon as he answered, I didn't give him any time to talk. "Why the hell did you stand me up? I really hope you have some wild reason why." I said quickly, but tried to stay calm and not get too mad at him. "Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I think you're amazing and insanely gorgeous...but I don't mess with girls with boy best friends." He said. I scoffed immediately and rolled my eyes. Boy best friend? You've got to be kidding me. It was never a problem before now. "You really stood me up because of Arthur? You really are a dick." I said, getting kind of mad. What was supposed to be my first date in two years turned out to be such a terrible day. "I'm sorry." He said. "Whatever. It's your loss, not mine. But a little word of advice, maybe tell a girl you don't like girls with boy best friends before you ask her out on a date." I said and hung up the phone and practically threw it down on the table.

Just like clockwork, the waitress came back with my drink and I told her that I would be taking up residency at the bar instead. What's better than drowning my sorrows in some alcohol? It's been too long since I've indulged in more than one drink in forever too, so I deserved this. Two drinks turned into three and then they turned into shots. By the time I got to my 5th drink and 4th shot, I forgot all about being stood up and was starting to have some fun. "Hey gorgeous." An older man said as he sat down next to me, smelling like straight cigarettes and alcohol. I looked over at him after swallowing the big sip of alcohol I had in my mouth and smiled. "Why hello Mr. How are you tonight?" I asked. "I'm good but Damn...that's a hot accent you got there. Where are you from?" He asked me and looked me up and down.

"Why thank you. I'm Maisie. I'm from Monaco." I said and reached out my hand to shake his. With a chuckle and an eyebrow raise, he grabbed my hand firmly and shook it. "Michael. Are you planning on going home with anyone tonight? If so, I volunteer." Michael said with a somewhat creepy smile. "Probably not. I'm a 22 year old virgin...so I'm not  into that kind of stuff. I'm sure you could find someone better at this bar." I said with a shrug and started to look for people in the bar that he could go home with instead of me. While I looked, I picked up my drink and downed the last sip. "Oh come on, I'm sure you wouldn't regret it one bit. I'll make you feel so nice." He said. I looked back over to him, trying to hold back a laugh. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm going to call my bestie to come pick me up, one second." I said.

Going on my phone which I almost dropped, I scrolled through my contacts and as soon as I saw the last name Burrow, I called him. "Here, take a shot." The man said and passed me a shot that he bought from the bar. "Thank you!" I said and grabbed it. The man just chuckled at me as I threw the shot back. With a slight sour look on my face, I shook my head and set the glass back on the table. As soon as I put the glass back on the table, Arthur answered the phone. "Arthurrr. I know I said I wouldn't call you, but I need you to pick me up," I said and realized how much I was fumbling over words, "wow I need to stop." I giggled. "Maisie this is Joe. Are you drunk?" He asked me. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. "Oh shit. Wrong brother. Sorry!" I laughed.

"So is he picking you up?" The man asked me. "Maisie who is that next to you? That doesn't sound like the man you were supposed to go on a date with." Joe said. I looked at the man with a smile and then focused back in on the conversation. How would he know what max sounds like? "It's just some random guy at the bar. He wants to take my v-card. Should I let him? He does look experienced." I asked with a giggle and looked the man up and down. "Don't go anywhere with him, you hear me? Where are you?" Joe asked me in a slightly worried tone. "Well, Max stood me up so I left, wait no I didn't leave. I'm still at the same bar." I said, not even realizing I accidentally spoke in French. "Maisie I can't understand you, just calm down and tell me where you are. Please." Joe said.

"Wow...you're bilingual too? That's so fucking hot." Michael said next to me. "Really? Thank you." I giggled and jokingly winked at the guy, although I didn't think he thought I was joking. "Maisie!" Joe raised his voice a little bit, getting my attention. "Please tell me where you are." Joe said. "Oh, right. I'm in that bar next to the one restaurant we went to for Arthur's 22nd birthday." I said, really stumbling over my words. "Don't drink anything else and don't go home with that man either, alright? I'll be there in like 10 minutes." Joe said. From next to me, Michael said, "let's get another a round for the whole bar!" and put both of his hands on the bar. "Yeah! My treat! Give us your most expensive shot." I said to the bartender who nodded and went to get shots. Everyone who was seated at the bar started cheering a little bit. This wasn't even my first time buying a round for the bar.

"Fuck-Maisie please don't go anywhere with that man." Joe said. I could faintly hear a car door shut and then Joe's car skidding out of the driveway from the other end of the phone. "I won't, but please hurry. My head feels weird." I said and then hung up. When the bartender gave us all shots, I drank it with everyone else but before Michael could drink his, I snatched it away from him and was about to down it when I started to really not feel good. All Michael did was laugh and shake his head down at me. I leaned back in my chair and started to fan myself a little bit with my free hand. "Phew, is it hot in here or is that just me? I'm burning up." I said and grabbed my napkin under my drink to help fan myself. Michael just chuckled and took the shot from me and downed it before I could. "You're either about to blackout, pass out, or both." He said.

I laughed a little bit, but started to get a little scared. "I'm a little scared." I said, breathing heavily. Everything around me was spinning and I felt like death. My eyes were so slow to move and I felt so fucking weird. I put my head down on the bar for a few minutes before sitting back up and looking to Michael who was still drinking. I groaned a little bit and was about to stand up when I felt two hands go on my shoulders. "Woah." I said, startled and a little scared since I didn't know who was touching me. "It's just me, Zie. It's okay." The second I heard Joe's voice, I breathed out a sigh of relief and the tension left my body. I was so thankful that he was here right now, especially with how terrible I felt.

After I heard his voice, I started to scoot out of the bar stool. "Here's my card," Joe said and handed the bartender his card. "It's over 200 dollars. Even when she wasn't drinking the alcohol, she kept buying it for other people." The bartender said. "Whatever the cost, just put it on my card instead." Joe said from behind me. Once I got off of the bar stool, I turned around to look at Joe but my legs felt so weird and my head felt so fuzzy. "I don't feel to good." I said, getting scared. The last thing I remember, I was stumbling over and Joe caught me in his arms. Then everything went black.

Taglist: @wickedfun9

[buttercupp-baby]

Getting in Trouble

Characters: Gojo x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 963

Trigger Warnings: bruising, cuts

“What are you doing here?” I said a bit shocked to see Satoru there.

“I’m here as Megumi’s dad, obviously” He smirked. 

“You’re not my dad” Megumi swiftly replied. 

“Shut up kid”

“Don’t talk to him like that,” I took a deep breath, “I meant, I thought you would be on a mission this whole week?”

“You underestimate my abilities, sweetheart?” he replied cheekily. 

“It’s only been three days, you mustn’t make haste with these sorts of things, you could hurt yourself”

“Why are you talking like that” he made a face

“Sorry, I came from your mother's” I explained as I sat down next to Megumi ready to inspect him for any damage.

“Ah, how was it? More baby talk?” he rolled his eyes as he began texting on his phone. 

“We’ll talk about that later” I glared at him. I turned to look at Megumi.

“Does anything hurt?” I asked. He looked down, but silently exposed his cut and bruising knuckles. 

“They haven’t given you anything for this?” I asked a bit angrily, and he silently shook his head, still avoiding looking at me. 

I sighed, “Gojo go ask for an ice pack”

He slumped back in his chair lazily, “Ugh, do I have to? It doesn’t even hurt that much right Megumi?,” he whined. 

“Now” I said more sternly. He let out a dramatic sigh but got up nonetheless. I looked through my bag and pulled out an alcohol wipe to clean his hand. 

He hissed at the touch trying to pull away, “None of that young man, I’m very upset with you” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized gently, still refusing to meet my gaze. 

I sighed deeply, gently wiping his hand with the wipe, “we don’t solve issues with violence Megumi”

“You hit Gojo”

“That's different, he’s my husband. If you decide to get a husband you can hit him too” I said sternly, “Look at me” 

He very slowly lifts his head and I see his bruised eye. I take a deep breath and Satoru returns with the ice packs and sits beside Megumi. He gives him an ice pack for his hand and helps him put the ice pack on his face. Before I can speak, the principal comes in.

“Afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Gojo,”

“Afternoon, I apologize we are meeting each other under these circumstances”

“Yes, I as well. While Megumi is an excellent student, he struggles to get along with his classmates. While he has never exhibited violent behavior before at our school, I dug a little deeper and noticed this seemed to be a trend at his previous schools. And due to this, we have decided to suspend him for a week”

“You’re not even going to investigate what or how it happened,” I said a bit angrily.  

“Due to his history, we can’t guarantee this won’t happen again, and we can’t have this become the usual. He must know serious punishment comes from our end”

“Megumi, did you hit him first?” Gojo spoke up. He slowly shook his head.

“Had anyone even asked him? If he says he didn’t do it, he didn’t do it. He simply defended himself from a bully. One thing my boy is not is a lair. Don’t you dare insinuate otherwise.”

“I apologize ma’am but I have already-”

“I don’t care. Do you have any idea how much money my husband and I donate to this district? I’m sure the superintendent wouldn’t be happy to know how unjustly their biggest donators were treated”

“I apologize, ma’am. We will launch an investigation immediately, I had no idea. You have my deepest apologies”

“I don’t need your apologies. Apologize to Megumi.”

She looked shocked and ashamed but bowed nonetheless. “My apologies Fushiguro, I hope you are alright, and we can put this behind us.”

“Thank you, I want to go home now”

“Of course Megumi,” “We’ll be taking our leave then, Satoru” I called for him

“Yes my dear” he said a bit cheekily. 

“Please make sure our monthly donation is withheld until the investigation is completed.”

“Of course my dear” he replied obediently. 

“You have a nice rest of your day ma’am and I hope to hear good news the next time I hear from you”

“Of course ma’am”

“Let's go boys” I let Megumi lead us out and Satoru followed behind me with his hand on the small of my back. 

He leaned in to whisper, “That was so hot sweetheart, I love you” and he gave me a quick peck on my cheek. Still, after so many years together, he knows exactly how to make me blush.

“Stop it,” I said, a bit flustered, and a weak smack to his chest. He just chuckled as we made our way to the parking lot to my SUV.

“How did you get here so quickly?” I asked

“How do you think” he raised an eyebrow as he opened Megumi’s door. 

“You shouldn’t be traveling such long distances like that”

“I love it when you worry, but I’m fine. Honestly, it’s an insult how little faith you have in my abilities,” he said as he moved to open my door.

I sighed but accepted his gesture. We drove in silence for a while before I asked, “Did that boy actually hit you first?”

“Yes, I didn’t lie” 

“And you let him?” I asked a bit suspiciously. He’s been training with Gojo more often and from what I had heard he was improving rapidly for someone his age. 

“Gojo told me to let the punch come first from someone else before I got myself in trouble again.”

I looked at Satoru with a glare, and he smiled at me sheepishly. 

I took a deep breath before I spoke, “Good”

[cetaitlaverite]

Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

masterlist is linked here <3 i hope you guys like me again now lol

35. The Simple Pleasure

Freddie and Rosie woke up in her bed, tangled even tighter together than they’d fallen asleep. Their legs were intertwined, so were their arms and hands, and Freddie’s face was tucked into Rosie’s neck while his nestled into the top of her head.

Rosie woke first and marvelled at their closeness. There was something so intimate about sleeping like this. They had made love many times, yes, but spending the night wrapped up in each other was a level of closeness which fascinated him. To have Freddie so close, who had seemed so unattainable for so long - he must have still been dreaming, beguiling himself into believing he wasn’t still stuck in Germany, wandering around that horrible, horrible camp.

Freddie stirred against his chest, attempting to nuzzle closer. She mumbled his name and whined softly before yawning into his neck. He could feel the flutter of her eyelashes against his skin as she opened her eyes.

“You’re still here,” she whispered as she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were full of all the wonder he felt.

“Not going anywhere,” Rosie assured her, smiling wide. He kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose before meeting her lips, kissing her long and intense and deep, trying to communicate the depth of his love.

He felt the change in her when the hand resting on the back of his head started to comb through his curls and grip at them.

“Rosie,” Freddie gasped against his lips, pressing her hips into his. “Need you. Need you.”

“Fred,” he groaned.

“Rosie,” she went on gasping into his mouth, clutching him as close as she could get him. “Right now, baby, need you right now.”

“Fred, your parents -”

“Don’t care,” she cut him off. “We’ll be quiet. They don’t have to know.”

“Fred,” he groaned once more, because neither of them had ever managed to be entirely quiet before.

“Rosie,” she whined, attempting to grind her hips into his. “Please, my love, please. I need it. I wouldn’t be asking if I just wanted it but I need it.”

He ran a hand down her back and slipped it beneath her nightgown. He’d always found it uniquely impossible to deny her things. And, try as he might to be the reasonable party of the two of them, he needed it too. More than he needed to breathe, he felt. 

So they made love as quietly as they were able, holding on tight and whispering the whole time about how much they loved each other, how they never wanted to be parted from each other, how they wanted to spend the rest of their lives waking up just like this.

When they were finished and tired again, Rosie helped Freddie back into her nightgown, just in case one of her parents was to knock, and then got himself back into the shirt and shorts he’d worn to sleep. They curled back into each other in bed, and Rosie watched as Freddie watched him from up close, as her big brown eyes took in his face and committed it to memory even though it was already there, watched as her eyelashes fluttered with both affection and desire, as her lips reminded him of how much she loved him.

“Fred,” he whispered, caressing her hair. 

She smiled. She had never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment, smiling and in love as she gazed back at him in the bed they had shared.

“Will you marry me?” he breathed, pressing their foreheads together.

Her smile lit up her face. He had the perfect view. The hand she had tangled into the back of his hair tightened its grip. She looked wild, almost, in her joy. So, so stunningly beautiful.

“Yes,” she told him. “Yes, I will marry you. I want to marry you right now, in fact.”

Rosie was grinning. “Right now? We don’t have a licence.”

“We’ll get one!” 

“I had a ring to propose with but I think I left it -” He recalled how Croz had packed his bag. Croz, who he had brought with him to help pick out the ring. If Croz had remembered - well, he was about to owe him a whole lot, to say the least.

Rosie rocketed out of bed, grinning even as Freddie complained half-heartedly because she wanted to kiss him some more. He rifled hastily through his bag and found, tucked carefully into one of its corners, the velvet box with the ring he’d bought just after Freddie had forgiven him for re-upping, almost the moment the two of them had returned to Thorpe Abbotts. He’d known she wasn’t ready for a proposal at the time but he had wanted to be prepared, so that the instant she started to drop hints that she was ready he could fall to the ground and pledge himself to her for all eternity.

Rosie was smiling wildly as he rounded the bed to her side and got down on one knee. He’d been waiting to do this for so long. Ever since he’d first met her, really. He believed in his own convictions, had always known deep down that when he met the right person he’d know. And when he met Freddie he knew. He would have married her after two weeks of knowing her if he’d thought she’d let him, but he didn’t resent the scenic route she’d taken him on instead. She was worth the wait.

Freddie was laughing a little bit deliriously as she looked down at Rosie on one knee before her. Her eyes filled with tears as she sat up and swung her legs around the side of the bed to face him.

“Wilfrieda Jane Leroy,” Rosie began, because his mother had told him when he’d written to her about his intentions that any respectable proposal needed to begin with the full name. “Fred,” he added after, because she was always Fred to him. “The light of my life. The love of my life. All the best parts of my life are because of you.”

Freddie giggled here, swiping at her eyes as some of her tears spilled over.

“I don’t wanna ever be apart from you again. Let me tie myself to you, for the rest of my life, so that we can’t be parted.” He presented the little velvet box to her and opened it.

Freddie didn’t even look at the ring. Her eyes were fixed on his.

“Fred. My darling. My sweet, sweet angel. Will you marry me?”

She nodded, rapidly and excitedly. “Yes!” She flung her arms around his neck and fell into his arms, and he caught her, falling back to sit on the floor and clutching her tight to him. “Yes, Rosie, yes! I will marry you!”

He laughed along with her giggling, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he could get his lips on. And when it became clear Freddie had no intentions of letting go anytime soon he pried her left hand away from his hair and took it into his hand. 

“Let’s take this one off for now, huh, sweetheart?” Rosie asked, lifting his eyes to hers for permission and then sliding the fake wedding ring he’d given her off of her finger. Her ring finger was bare for only a moment as he put the old ring on her nightstand - the last time Rosie would see her ring finger bare for the rest of his life, he realised with no small amount of joy - before he slipped the engagement ring he’d picked out in its place. He smiled down at the ring he’d bought sitting there proudly on her finger as she gushed over its beauty.

“It’s perfect,” she declared, marvelling at it, tipping her hand this way and that to watch as the diamond caught the low light peeking around the edges of the curtains. She’d seen it before, yes, and thought it was beautiful, but now that Rosie had put it on for her, had proposed to her - now that she was engaged - it was infinitely more beautiful. Breathtakingly so.

She was getting her proposal after all.

Rosie kissed her then, and he didn’t stop kissing her. And when they finally made it downstairs to share the news with her parents, he couldn’t stop kissing her then, either, though on the temple and the top of the head and the forehead this time instead of the lips.

Rosie had had Felix and Alma’s blessing for a long while by now. A year and two months, if he recalled correctly. And they were so pleased, entirely supportive. Felix simply thanked Rosie for acquiescing to his wishes and waiting until he was sure Freddie was ready. Although, he remarked teasingly, he’d probably overdone it just a little bit with the waiting. Probably she had been ready for a while by now.

Rosie laughed and hugs were shared. Over breakfast Freddie declared that she wanted to get married today. 

“I want you both to be there,” she said to her parents. “But I don’t want to wait for the end of the war. Do you think we can elope? Today? I’m sure we can get a last minute licence. And maybe I could wear your wedding dress, mum?”

Alma laughed. “Wils, are you sure?”

Freddie was grinning. “I couldn’t be more sure. I feel as though I’ve been given a second chance - or a third, as it were. And I don’t intend on wasting it. I’m marrying Rosie or I’m marrying no one, but Rosie’s here and so are you both and I want to get married!”

“Alright,” Alma agreed, laughing. “Rosie, do you also want to get married today?”

“I want nothing more than to get married today,” Rosie replied, grinning. He was squeezing Freddie’s hand beneath the table, trying to hold himself back from smothering her in kisses in front of her parents. 

“Okay,” Alma declared. “Then it’s your wedding day!”

“We’ll have a proper wedding after the war,” Freddie said, giggling. “I want my own dress and I want my friends there - and Rosie’s family should see him get married too, I think. And I’m not very pretty right now, so we can take nice pictures then instead of now.”

When she turned to him, seeking his approval, Rosie was frowning. “What do you mean you’re ‘not very pretty right now’?”

Freddie shrugged, nonchalant. “My skin has been breaking out and I have bags under my eyes and I haven’t been taking good care of my hair. It’s okay, it was all just out of stress and I’m okay now, so it’ll go away.”

“Fred…”

“Not to worry!” she chirped. “We’ll have a proper wedding and I’ll be better. But today I don’t want to not be married for even an hour longer!”

Rosie waited until everyone had dispersed to corner her. Taking her face into his hands in the living room while her parents hurried upstairs, he pressed a long, firm kiss to her lips and then his forehead to hers. “Fred, you have never looked more beautiful. I love you so bad.” When she started to object he cut her off with another kiss because, in spite of whatever she saw when she looked in the mirror, he hadn’t noticed any of it. She was alive and close enough to touch and that was all he’d ever needed her to be.

They wasted time for five minutes more, kissing and clutching at each other and whispering about how these were both their first few hours as an engaged couple and their last few, before Alma came storming down the stairs and forced them apart in no uncertain terms.

“If you two want to get married today, move. Rosie, you need to get rings -”

“We can just use the fake wedding rings we’ve already got,” Freddie cut across her. Alma knew about the fake wedding rings, of course, because Freddie had been wearing hers ever since her parents had driven to pick her up from Thorpe Abbotts. “Do you have yours with you, Rosie?”

“I don’t think getting married with fake wedding rings is appropriate, Wils,” Alma replied before Rosie could.

“But they’re special!” Freddie insisted. “They’re sentimental.”

“They’re real rings,” Rosie explained with a sheepish smile. ”We just used them to pretend to be married.”

“Second hand?” Alma wondered with a raised eyebrow.

Rosie couldn’t quite meet Freddie’s eyes as he shook his head.

Freddie’s eyes were wide. “You told me you pawned them!”

“I couldn’t have my girl walking around wearing someone else’s wedding ring,” Rosie excused himself. “It ain’t as fancy as I would’ve liked but -”

“It’s perfect!” Freddie insisted. She used both of her hands to take hold of one of his, drawing his eyes to hers. “I’m getting married with that ring. It’s more special to me than any other ring you could buy today.”

Rosie smiled and kissed her temple. In turn, she squeezed his hand.

“Do you have your ring with you, Rosie?” Alma interrupted them.

“Yes, ma’am,” Rosie confirmed. He’d noticed it sitting beside the box housing Freddie’s engagement ring right before he’d formally proposed. It was likely, he thought, that Croz had just emptied the entire contents of his footlocker, save for the books and letters, into his bag in his haste to pack.

“Alright,” Alma conceded. “Fine. But you still need to go and get the marriage licence. So chop chop! You won’t be the only couple in Oxford looking to get married today!”

Heeding this warning, Rosie dressed and left with Felix to get the marriage licence. At the very least, he would be wearing the dress uniform Croz had packed for him, so he didn’t need to buy a suit.

All the while, Alma stayed home with Freddie, helping her get ready. She dug out her wedding dress from 1918 and only had to pin it in a little bit, and worked on styling Freddie’s hair in luscious waves before pinning her veil in the back. She helped Freddie with her makeup, then buckled her shoes for her and helped her to her feet. 

Alma took a few steps back from Freddie until she was standing in the doorway to her bedroom and had to press a hand against her lips. “Oh, Wils,” she said, a small sob escaping through her fingers. 

Freddie smiled. “How do I look?”

“My little girl is a bride,” Alma said, shaking her head and laughing even as she let out little sobs. “You look so unbelievably beautiful. You wear that dress so much better than I ever did.”

Freddie scoffed at this. “I have seen your wedding pictures, mother, and you are a shocking liar.”

Alma laughed. “Oh, my darling girl. I can’t believe you’re getting married.”

“I know,” Freddie said, accepting the hug Alma pulled her into. “This time yesterday I thought my life was over. Now I’m about to marry a man I love more than breathing.”

“After Daniel,” Alma started, and faltered to clear her throat. “After Daniel, and then after Rosie went down, I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you get married.” 

“I know,” Freddie whispered, fighting to hold back the tears in her eyes. “Me neither.” She smiled as she pulled out of the hug. “Are you happy?” she asked quietly, fiddling with the engagement ring on her finger.

“I’m overjoyed,” Alma confirmed, laughing as she took both of Freddie’s hands and squeezed them. “I really, really couldn’t be happier.”

“Me neither,” Freddie said, laughing too, not because she was amused but because she was happy.

Rosie had thought to buy flowers for Freddie to use as a bouquet, but when he returned with Felix from securing the marriage licence Alma wouldn’t let him see Freddie to give them to her. While the ceremony would be small and not entirely orthodox, Alma wanted to maintain some semblance of tradition. So, in her haste to keep Freddie and Rosie apart, she quickly finished getting ready, changing her dress and perfecting her hair and makeup, before bundling Freddie into the car with her to drive the two of them to one of the many churches in the city of Oxford, St Michael at the North Gate, which was where Alma and Felix had gotten married twenty-seven years ago.

Alma parked the car with ease - not many people could afford to buy petrol anymore, especially with the rationing - and hurried Freddie into the church with the marriage licence in hand. Thankfully, no one had beat them to the mark, and only a small selection of people were in there, none of them getting married.

“We’d like to host a wedding here today,” Alma declared with authority, marching the two of them down the aisle. She launched into a hasty retelling of the story - how Freddie had fallen in love with an RAF pilot when she was a teenager and how he’d been shot down and killed, and how she’d found love again with an American bomber pilot and how he’d been shot down, too. How they’d thought he was dead for almost three weeks before he came to the house yesterday and this morning asked Freddie to marry him.

The clergy, touched by the story, accepted the marriage licence and agreed to conduct the wedding. Freddie would apologise to Rosie later about their getting married in a Christian church but there was no real alternative if they wanted to do this today.

Freddie and Alma waited in a back room for Rosie and Felix to arrive. Freddie fiddled impatiently with her bouquet until a man from the clergy burst in and asked, half out of breath, “Has anyone shown you the sheela na gig yet?”

Freddie blinked at him, uncomprehending. “Sorry?”

“The sheela na gig,” the clergyman repeated. “Has anyone shown it to you?”

Alma smiled knowingly. “No, not yet.”

“Come,” the clergyman beckoned, offering his hand to help Freddie stand. “Your mother will stay here. Don’t worry, your groom is safely tucked away in another room.”

Rosie was here. Freddie’s heart leaped with anticipation.

The clergyman led Freddie through the church to the tower, then instructed her to look up towards the belfry windows on its west side. Up there was a stone shaped like a woman with her legs spread. “That’s the sheela,” the clergyman said.

“Right,” Freddie replied, eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s tradition,” the clergyman went on, “to show brides the sheela on their wedding day. At this church, anyway. Elsewhere sheelas warn against lust or protect against evil spirits. This one brings good luck in marriage and fertility.”

Freddie smiled as she turned back to the stone. “So my mum would have been shown her on her wedding day, too.”

“If she got married here then yes,” the clergyman confirmed.

Freddie gazed up at the stone carving and laughed softly to herself. “Am I supposed to say anything? Greet her or wave or… anything?”

“You can if you’d like.”

Freddie smiled up at the sheela, considered her for a few moments, and then blew her a kiss. “Thank you for blessing my marriage,” she called up to her. “Please let us be as happy as my parents are.”

Beside her, the clergyman smiled. “You know,” he said, “you’re the first bride I’ve ever shown the sheela who’s thanked her.”

Freddie shared his smile and shrugged. “She does important work,” she replied. “I’d like her to know her brides are grateful.”

The clergyman led Freddie back to the sideroom to exchange a few last words with her mother before she met her father out the front, where he was already waiting to walk her down the aisle. Rosie, the man said, was already waiting for her at the altar.

“How’d you like the sheela?” Alma asked as the clergyman closed the door behind him, giving them their privacy.

Freddie grinned. “I liked her very much.”

“Me too,” Alma agreed. “It’s a nice tradition, unique to this church.”

“I’m glad to share it with you.”

Alma smiled widely. “Me too, Wils.”

“It feels silly to say,” Freddie said next, fiddling with her flowers, “but I feel kind of jittery. I can’t wait to marry him but I also can’t quite believe that this is my wedding day. I’ve been dreaming about it since I was a little girl.”

Alma was grinning at her. “Well, lucky for you, Wils, if anything goes wrong you’ve got another one to look forward to. Not many brides get to say that.”

Freddie laughed. “Right,” she agreed. “A proper wedding.”

“A proper wedding,” Alma confirmed. “With friends and family.”

“And dogs,” Freddie added.

“And dogs, yes.” Alma rolled her eyes playfully. “Just enjoy this one. There will be so much for you to focus on worrying about at the next one, with all those guests and a dress of your own and a party to host afterwards. Let this one just be fun. Just about you and Rosie and how much you love each other.”

“About how lucky we are,” Freddie added, “to be back together again.” She shook her head, feeling herself getting teary from happiness. “I’m so, so lucky he’s still here.”

“You deserve it, Wils,” Alma said softly, pulling her into a hug. “You deserve the simple pleasure of marrying the man you love. So enjoy it. No need for nerves. You’ll have plenty when everyone you know is watching. This one is just about you and Rosie and your love.”

“Me and Rosie and our love,” Freddie confirmed with a nod, pulling back from the hug. She shook her head with a wide, excited smile. “I really just can’t wait to be his wife.”

Alma smiled knowingly. Freddie supposed she knew the feeling.

A knock at the door had both of their heads turning towards it. “Miss Leroy?” called the clergyman through the old wood.

“Yes?” Freddie called back.

“Are you ready for me to take you to your father?”

I’m ready for you to take me to my husband, Freddie thought.

“Yes,” was what she said. “Yes, I’m ready.”

[koolades-world]

Hello!! I was reading through the prompts and I realised there could be great angst hurt/comfort potential too, so here is my scenario with fem! MC x Satan pairing (established relationship): MC scored higher than some demons. Since she’s usually quiet, they take that as her arrogance and attack her. She barely escapes with a shallow slash on her back. Once she reaches HoL, she tries to treat her wound, but her hand won’t reach properly, so she messages Satan to come back quickly. While her room has become a slightly bloody mess, Satan is already freaked out by the bloody trail leading from RAD to HoL to MC’s room. Once he comes in, MC uses “Don’t freak out” prompt and proceeds to turn around, move her long hair only for Satan to see the wound, and a brand. Let’s say the brand symbolises a time when demons were allowed to have human slaves, so MC has had that since her childhood. When Satan asks why she didn’t seek immediate medical help, she responds with prompt 20, while having the medical supplies next to her. (I just adore the intimacy, domesticity, angst and comfort potential!) Sorry if it’s too long! You don’t have to write this, or you could shorten it to your liking! Have a lovely day/night!

hello!

this mc was fun to write! i had a good time creating a whole backstory haha. slight blood warning for this one, i don't go too in detail though :) i think this was my longest piece for the followers special yet

enjoy <3

prompt 20 and 38 w/ Satan

The test you’d taken last week had finally been graded and you had gotten your score back. Another A, as expected. You didn’t take your schoolwork lightly, not with Lucifer breathing down your neck anyways. Besides, you kind of enjoyed it. It gave you something to focus on. You weren’t exactly sure how useful the skills you were learning were, but it helped you learn more about the place you called home. You felt as if every time you began a new lesson, it was something entirely new.

Since you’d expected that grade, you weren’t exactly proud. Doing well just ensured Lucifer wasn’t upset. As of lately though, your boyfriend, Satan, had tried to make every good grade a small occasion. He wanted to put emphasis on your achievements since you didn’t. Once you told him it was because you didn’t want to seem like you were bragging, he reassured you it wouldn’t come across like that. He just wanted you to recognize your worth and celebrate yourself, because you deserved it. So, once you got that test paper back in your hand, you couldn’t help but smile because that meant a date with your significant other.

You were one of two humans attending RAD so you’d gotten used to the stares. So, you didn’t notice the deadly stares you were getting from a couple classmates. You carefully put the test in the folder of the subject it belonged to and sat through the rest of the lesson. Since it was the last of the day, you packed up your things, ready to head home. You were going home alone that day. Mammon was supposed to accompany you at home, but he got wrapped up in another one of his schemes last minute after the opportunity presented itself. As long as you didn’t tell the other brothers, it would be fine, since you knew they’d freak out. But you wanted the chance to prove yourself that you were more than capable, and could walk home alone more often. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like everything fell perfectly into line with those who were watching you.

You set off out of the school, waving goodbye to your friends as you split off in different directions. As soon as you got home, you were ready to get leftovers from the previous night’s dinner, and had been what you were thinking about all day. While walking, you messaged a couple friends, discussing your plans for the next day. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you failed to notice a few demons from your class following you. Finally, you noticed them when you stopped to cross a street. It made you a little uneasy, so you sped up.

Halfway home, a demon you didn’t recognize stepped out into your path. When you tried to step around him, he blocked your path. The demons following you from behind caught up, trapping you between the two groups. “Can I help you guys?” You’d barely had a chance to speak when you felt a rough shove from behind that stung. You could just barely reach the area, and the tips of your fingers came back with blood on them.

“That’s for being a stuck up brat and Lucifer’s little princess.” The one that shoved you snickered. Solomon had taught you a couple spells just for situations like this. Despite what they’d done to you, you couldn’t bring yourself to harm them. So instead of casting any offensive spells, you cast a defensive spell that granted you a temporary shield of sorts to allow you to get away further unscathed. As you ran, you were able to push past the demon in front of you. They followed you for a little bit, but after you yelled back at them, telling them you’d summon Lucifer or Satan, they promptly stopped in their tracks. They watched as you continued running. Even after you were out of their sight, you didn’t stop running until you were inside, in your room.

You stood still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. The adrenaline was dying down. It was only now that you could finally rest that you noticed the slow, but steady drip of blood made itself evident when you noticed it on the floor behind where you stood. You knew you kept a first aid kit in a box underneath your bed, so you fished it out. You began to try to patch yourself up, but you quickly realized there wasn’t much that you could do without help. You shed a couple layers, ans studying the now ruined jacket and green button up. You could worry about that later though. You studied yourself in the mirror, trying your best to get a look at your back. Your undershirt hadn’t been slashed, but the blood had started to run down into it, staining it.

The slash was just underneath the sigil mark you had at the nape of your neck that you’d had your entire life. You knew you needed help getting your wound treated since you couldn’t reach it yourself. The first demon your thought of was Satan, but that meant you’d have to explain the sigil, since you’d never told him about it. Reluctantly, you sent him a message, asking for his help. You knew he’d come running, so you didn’t elaborate. He responded quickly, asking you to summon him instead. You thought you had enough energy left, so youdid as he asked.

When he appeared, he was still in his RAD uniform and was clutching his bag to his side. He threw it down to the side and rushed towards you. “What happened?” He saw the blood on the floor and the discarded pieces of your uniform sitting face down on your bed.

“Don’t freak out. Please.” He looked worried, but nodded his head. You turned around and pushed your hair aside to reveal both the wound and the sigil. He gently placed his hand on your back, thumbing over the mark. His hands were cold on your skin, causing you to shiver.

“Sit down. I have a spell book back in my room. Don’t go anywhere.” He looked sad to leave, but he wasn’t gone long. In the short window of time that he was, you began to overthink and worry about what he might think of how that happened. You didn’t want him to think you were an idiot, or a coward. “Hold still, love. It might feel a little funny, but it’ll totally close the wound.” He held the book in one hand and placed his other hand flat on your back. He muttered an incantation under his breath, and right after he was done, you felt an odd tingle along the length of where the wound was.

“Thank you.” You tried to get up, but he pressed on your shoulders to sit you back down.

“I’m not done. I still want to clean off the blood.” Instead of using a spell for the task, he grabbed a pach of wipes he mustve brought with him to wipe off your back. You felt him pass it over your sigil a couple times. “Why didn’t you go to a professional, and why did you wait so long?” He threw the wipe in the trash, and grabbed another one to continue his work.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this, you know that as well as I do. Not that others would botch it, it’s just that it’s you.” You felt a little awkward admitting that, but it was the truth. You didn’t want to have to explain the sigil to anyone else, or trust them to see it, for that matter.

“I’m glad you trust me, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to you. If it does, you should do what is best for your well being.” He comfortingly rubbed your arm. The two of you sat quietly for a little longer as he finished patching you up.

“Do you want the story behind it?” You broke the silence, knowing he wanted the answer.

“Only if you want to tell me. It it would make you unforgettable, don’t. You don’t owe me an answer.” His voice was soft. You still couldn’t see his face because he was behind you, but you knew he’d be smiling at you if you were.

“I probably should tell you. It would’ve come up sooner or later anyways.” You paused for a moment, a little nervous, but you knew Satan wouldn’t judge you for something so out of your control. “I was actually born in the Devildom. My parents exchanged their firstborn for riches and whatnot. Thanks to that deal, I was born with this sigil, and no matter what, there’s nothing I can do to cover it up. I’ve tried every way possible, and the best I can do it a large bandaid, but that never lasts too long because it’s in a strange spot. I don’t remember much about my life here, but I was eventually rescued by some demon I wish I knew the name of when I was six or seven, and they found me a new, loving family in the human realm. Sometimes, I can still feel the pull of their magic, but that mysterious demon severed the deal.” You let out sigh.

“Is that why you were so apprehensive to be in the Devildom?” Satan asked. You nodded. “That would explain the light traces of demonic energy on you. I could never place it, but always just assumed it was because you have a pact with seven demons.” He suddenly hugged you. It surprised you a little at first, but you welcomed it. “If you want, I’ll help you find the demon that saved you.” You knew he would also find the demon your parents made a deal with, and the classmates that injured you, but he probably wanted to keep the moment sweet.

“Thank you. I’m not sure what I’d do without you.” You finally turned around to face him to hug him better.

“I could say the same about you. I’ll see what I can do about your shirt and jacket. A mending spell and a wash should do the trick.” He offered.

“Hey, by the way. I got an A on the test I took last week. Would it be too much to ask for a date night tonight?” You grew a little shy asking so directly, but it’s what you needed after the day you had.

“Of course. Congrats, my sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. Anywhere you’d like to go?” He gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Dealers choice please. You always pick something nice,” you said.

“I have the perfect place then. I have a favor to use. Put on something nice and meet me downstairs in an hour and a half.” You could tell he was already creating the plan for your evening together in his head. “I have a call to make. Will you be alright alone for now?” You practically melted at his gesture.

“Yes, thank you. I love you.” You meant what you said.

“I love you too.” He replied. You’d never guessed you’d end up back in the Devildom after all these years, but it was the place where you found true happiness, with Satan.

[warlordfelwinter]

g'raha you've like. met fiver right.

[sh1-n0bu]

♡︎ 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙩2 ♡︎

characters: sub!dragons x nb!dom!reader

warnings: finger in vent again so vent fingering, established relationship, monster anatomy, clothes and undergarment stealing, clothes sniffing, the dragons are being a bit more feral, pillow humping, praise, pleading, thigh riding, guided vent fingering, squirting, nipple stimulation, bullet vibrator usage, mind break, fluff, needy dragon boys hehehehhehe

notes: due to popular demand, here is part 2 of dragons getting fucked dumb(●’◡’●)ﾉ im sorry if it took a while. i was having some health issues(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) part 1 can be read here!! gradient divider from @/benkeibear

word count: 4.9k

ever since you helped out your large lizard lover with his heat, there’s only been one thing on his mind since then. your finger in his vent. the soft coos of your praises, the way you pushed his legs open to fuck him dumber, the way you nudged his hands off of his face so you could see his cute face twist and turn in pleasure as you fuck his hole.

“oh, for fuck’s sake! i need to get them out of my head” the dragon huffs aloud out of a sudden, hunching over his desk at his usual office as he hides the flush of his cheeks behind his hands. already a week has passed since the ending of his heat cycle and yet he was acting like he was still under the influence of his stupid dragon anatomy. he couldn’t even stop thinking about you and your fingers spreading him open while he cried dumbly on the bed, back arching and chasing after your fingers like a whore.

it was after his heat ended and finally able to at least articulate proper sentences that wasn’t about wanting you to wreck him, that the two of you have talked over and decided that perhaps it was time to make your relationship official. how long have the two of you been dancing around each other, making everyone roll their eyes at the way you two flirted with each other like some dumb teenagers? enough to the point people started making bets. enough that a half of the city had become 50 bucks richer and the other half poorer.

despite having already gotten into an established relationship with you, the poor dragon still felt shameful over some of his actions. such as stealing your clothes whenever you come over to his house to stay the night and lying to your face about not knowing where it was. you two were still basically in the baby stages of being an official couple which was why you needed some time to fully move your things into his house and to start living together. it takes time to settle y’know?

so it was definitely weird when some of your clothes started to disappear. the shirt that you usually wear when at the comfort of your or his home. the large, oversized sweater of yours that you have given the nickname of “the ugly one”. and strangely, you even had a hard time finding a certain undergarment amongst the mess of your home and the boxes of things that you packed up, preparing to move. strange. and even more strange, your overgrown lizard lover says he hasn’t seen them in his own home either. you genuinely started to question your own memory.

in the meantime you were busy creating a storm in your home trying to triple check this week about your missing clothes, your boyfriend was having a hard time in his office. no matter how hard he tried to focus on the paperwork stacked in front of his damn face, he just couldn’t.

instead, his mind just kept drifting back to the memory of you helping him during his heat cycle. the praises that constantly fell on his ears as his toes curled, clawed hands scrambling to grasp for something to clutch onto because he was sure that he ascended when your finger fucked the small opening of his vent. and that lewd squelching noises of his slick dripping down from his vent. an oddly sickeningly sweet smelling scent coming from him as if trying to woo you, trails of his juice dripping from his vent down to his fluttering hole to the bed.

he was fucked dumb during those days and by the stars, he wanted it again. he wanted your hand fisting at his cocks, eagerly tugging on them as your finger abuses the squishy spot inside him. he wanted to sob and wail deliriously, bucking his hips, torn between wanting to chase after the pleasure or tearing himself away to save what leftover pride he had, as he begs for mercy. he wanted it. at this rate, if he kept thinking back on that moment, he might as well try to force his body into another heat cycle so soon.

shaking the imagery out of his head, the dragon clears his throat. looking around his office to see if anyone is around — to his luck, no one was — before breathing out a heavy huff. he might as well try to at least do his work during work time.

“maybe that chipmunk’s affinity to skip work is rubbing off on me…”

perhaps even more had rubbed off on him. none which was a good thing.

“i’m sorry… i’m sorry i’m sorry ‘m sorry, [name]…” the dragon whines pathetically, wearing the oversized sweater he stole from you and nothing else. he just couldn’t get that memory out of his head. every time he tried, something small and insignificant would just remind him of it again. unable to keep up with trying to seem all professional, he rushed home straight after work — perhaps even earlier than the hours he gets out of his office — locking himself in his bedroom with a pillow between his thighs, wearing your sweater with your stolen undergarments to his face.

despite having already been fucked shamelessly just ten or so days ago, it still felt wrong to think of you in such a lewd way. in such a defiling way. in a way that it served as a huge disservice to who you really are.

“mmnngh—! [naamee]… m-miss you… missing you so bad…” the dragon whines, completely pent up as his slick continues to drip onto the pillow between his thighs, the outer scales of his vent already puffy and open slightly, weeping his mouthwatering juice. the poor thing was pathetic, trying to recreate the way you wrecked him so good. fingers messily rubbing and flicking against his vent opening as a means to mimic the way you ate him out the other day. spreading his slick around, making a stretching motion with his two fingers on the sides of his vent, flicking the small nub on top. it didn’t help. if anything, it only made it worse.

the dragon was trying to help himself out, to relieve himself off of his pain of unknowingly edging himself for the past few days. without you by his side to help him out or to hear his pleas. without you by his side to fuck him so good again. palming himself with a pathetic whimper, the dragon thinks about slipping a finger inside his vent the same way you did. but could he do it? probably not. he was just too damn of a coward, and there was the looming possibility of losing control of himself and letting his claws grow.

unable to do it in the end, he settles on merely stroking his cock. hand wrapped tightly around his weeping dick, your stolen undergarments wrapped around one of his cocks as he mewls, bucking his hips into the tight space of his closed fist. it was nowhere near to how it felt when you did it. perhaps at the time, it was his heat pheromones working but it felt good. your hand wrapped around his cock as your other hand fingers his vent opening. your hand felt so much better.

biting down on his lips, he cums into his hand, soiling your stolen undergarments as well in the process just the moment he thought back on the feeling. pouting, the dragon’s tail flicks in annoyance behind him, looking over at the clock hanging on the wall.

12:36. were you awake right now? you did indeed had tendency to stay awake a bit too late on some nights…

knock knock knock!

the soft yet annoyingly persistent knocks on your door slowly rouses you from your sleep, making you roll around in the comfort of your bed in a silent declaration of war against the knocking. acting stubborn, clinging onto the cozy warmth of your bed, you groan as a string of curses falls from your lips as you involuntarily drag yourself out of bed. whoever that was outside your door in this ungodly hour shall face your wrath like sun wukong did with buddha.

pitter pattering to the door — where the knocking has become more persistent — you swing the door open, ready to curse the person and their 109 bloodlines before shutting up. standing in front of you with his tail and horns out in the open, slitted eyes glowing slightly, was your dragon lover. strange. he never visits this late.

“dear? wha— what happened? is everything alright? it’s—“ you take a moment to steal a glance towards the clock hanging on the living room wall before turning to face him again, “—nearly 2am” you finish, concern growing more and more when his tail comes to curl around his own ankle. a clear sign that he was feeling anxious or uncomfortable.

“can i… come in? i wanted to see you” the dragon asks in a meek voice, a strange habit that you found concerning and heartbreaking to see since your lover was usually one who is calm and collected at all times. nodding, you usher him inside before locking the door behind you.

quietly, you follow him as your lover makes a straight beeline into your bedroom, making himself comfortable on the edge of your bed as a pink flush starts to grow on his cute cheeks. you were about to ask him if he wanted something to eat or drink but perhaps not as the needy dragon was now staring at you as his tail swishes behind him, impatient. tails expressed emotions after all.

yawning, you move to sit beside him on the bed, to which you accept his hug when you finally settle down. his arms cones to wrap around your middle, tail now calming down from the earlier fussy movement as it curls around your calf possessively. humming, you run a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

the dragon loved it whenever you read him like he was an open book. to others, he was a stone wall, one that was made out of ancient scribbles and unintelligible runes. a warrior forged by blood and scent of death, one who was born and made by the cries of war and blind devotion from others. but to you, he was just a fellow being. one who was lonely from the many centuries he had spent, all by himself. struggling with the many different cultures of life, trying his best to learn and understand the human customs so he could properly court you in human traditions.

you two stay like that for some time. nestled against one another, just basking in the comfort of the peaceful life that you two found between yourselves.

“[name]…” the dragon whimpers from the crook of your neck, soft rumbling purrs mixing with his whining of your name. it was enough to snap you out of your sleepy state, making you hum as you acknowledge his call. he got your attention now. but the main point of hesitancy was — could he do it? could he be so shameful as to not only disturb your night of peace but to also be selfish to want you to pleasure him the same way you did a few days ago?

hearing the familiar noise of his tail hitting the bed constantly in a sense of irritation, you coo his name softly. one hand messing with the long strands of his hair while the other runs through his scalp.

“what’s on your mind now, my pretty?” you ask, taking a look at his face when it comes out of its hiding place in the crook of your neck. he seemed to be conflicted. brows furrowed, slitted eyes glowing slightly in the dark room while his lips tug in a small pout. laughing at the oddly adorable expression, you kiss his brows and pouty lips, making his purrs become louder. such a needy dragon.

“i’ve… been thinking,” the dragon starts after a while, taking his time to try and articulate his request and to convey his feelings that has been bothering him lately. a lot more than he initially thought they would.

“about how you helped me while i was in heat” he takes a moment, watching your expression closely to see if you caught the gist of what he was trying to say. you did, of course you did, you were a smart human after all. his smart human.

“and i was wondering if you could do it again…?” he finally manages to bring himself to ask, peering up at you through his lashes bashfully. how could you ever say no to such a face? such an ethereal and cute begging face alongside the promise of seeing his expression twist into one of someone who’s just fucked stupid. the cute face of your dragon lover drooling and sobbing fat tears while his heart shaped pupils stare at you in a silent plea for more. that face haunted your mind for too damn long, causing unnecessary moments of dozing off while remembering about the moment you slipped your finger inside, making your already horrible work ethnic drop to below ground level.

“sure. i wouldn’t mind it, pretty” you hum, any ounce of sleep leaving your body as you move to a more comfortable position on the bed. pushing yourself to lean against the headboard of the bed, you watch as your draconic lover takes his place on your lap. clawed hands coming to fist at the material of your pajama shirt, whining your name as he pushes himself flush against your chest. you could feel the mounds of his chest pressing against your own, his tail swishing behind him as he arches his back. your lips is pulled against his own, a small peck easily turning into a heated, messy make out. his forked tongue shyly licking at your lips, purring contently as his long tongue slithers inside you, exploring every nook and cranny needily.

you could feel his hips humping your thigh, the wetness of his vent weeping his precum already starting to stain his pajama pants and seeping into your own. you could tell he was too aroused, dumbly chasing after any ounce of pleasure there could be. you could feel the way your mixed saliva dripped down from your sloppy open mouthed kisses, his hands guiding yours to rest on his hips. a position you used to your advantage as your hands traveled downwards to knead his ass, squeezing the soft fat as he whimpers into the kiss.

the poor thing was so pent up, humping your thighs didn’t felt enough. it wasn’t enough to get him to that familiar feeling of high, that exhilarating feeling of feeling your fingers stretch his vent open while he could only keen like a whore.

“want it… want it so bad…” he mumbles into the kiss, guiding your hands to the hem of his pajama pants, tugging on them fervently to get the clothes off. you simply chuckle, finding his desperation adorable in more ways than one before finally relenting and slipping off his pants before he let out an annoyed hiss, pulling away from the sloppy make out session to tear off his underwear with his claws.

“darling! why would you rip it off?” you ask, amused by his eagerness but also slightly concerned for the way he just easily ripped off his clothes like that. you have never seen him get even the tiniest bit ticked off after all, so this was a new side of him that you were seeing.

“wanted more” he only huffs, demanding more kisses as he returns to shove his forked tongue down your throat. the length of his tongue got you groaning and panting, finding it harder to breathe as he becomes more needy with every kiss, with every sloppy slurp of your tongue against his own.

“mmnhp—! [nameee]♡︎” he let out a yelp, pulling away from the kiss to whine out your name as he felt your fingers knead his vent open. the poor dragon whined, huffing and puffing about how you were being so mean to him as he humps your thigh, the tips of his cocks slowly emerging from the scaled vent, both of his cocks weeping pre all over your clothes as his vent drips with his own arousal.

shifting him around, you let him lean his back onto your chest, hands hooking under his legs to spread them open. your dragon let out a little hiss, talking about how you weren’t paying attention to him. you simply shush his hissy fit with a chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead. taking his hand, you tell him to withdraw his claws. an action he does with confusion before he let out a whimper when you guide his hand to his vent.

“b-but… i-i don’t think i can do it. i’m nervous!” he says in a panicked tone, turning his head to stare at you with cute pouty lips and wide eyes.

“yes, you can. i’ll guide you through it all, okay? it’ll feel good, promise darling” you say, peppering his face in kisses to soothe his worries. the dragon preens at that, his purrs getting louder as his tail whacks the mattress of your bed impatiently. once you get the hint that he was ready and he was okay with continuing, you guide his fingers to tease the edges of his vent. fingers rubbing the soft scales, making a spreading motion to ease the muscles there.

just some foreplay and he was already panting, legs twitching to close them. he was so cute.

“that’s it pretty, now keep your legs open for me” you continue to praise him through it all, your other hand leaving his leg to slip underneath his shirt. squeezing his chest, rubbing your thumb over his areola, you pinch at his nipple when it hardens, causing him to jolt in your embrace. whispering more praises of how he was doing so well, how he was your pretty boy, your beloved dragon, your hand guides his own to slip a finger inside his now loose vent.

“u-uunngh!! mmghh… mnngh… t-tight♡︎ too tight! w-won’t fit…♡︎!” he blabbers, throwing his head back on your shoulder as you slowly ease his finger deeper inside his vent. first, second knuckle until his middle finger was slipped deep inside the tight hole of his opening, legs shaking on the bed already like a fawn’s. there were already tears starting to form in his eyes, jaw slack open as heavy breaths fall. not a single thought behind his teary eyes. nothing but the pleasure your guidance and his fingers were bringing him.

“that’s it… that’s my pretty dragon, keep going” you coo out, pleased by how easily he broke under a simple pleasure of fingering his own vent. when he pathetically humps the air — finger still inside — you pull on his nipple to remind him how to do it. squealing at the amount of pleasure coming from both his nipples and vent, the dragon shakes his head, fat globs of tears already falling.

“c-can’t! can’t do it. [n-name] i need you♡︎♡︎ need your fingers so bad♡︎!“ he stutters, legs already shaking, about to close shut. too caught up in his own pleasure that he doesn’t even know what to do to properly pleasure himself even when you were here to guide him through it. clicking your tongue, you guide his hand to pull his finger out, something he couldn’t even perform without your help. he really was a goner with you.

“then, be a sweetheart and play with your tits for me, pretty. wanna see your cute breasts jiggle while i fuck you” you tell him, watching with endearment as he nods dumbly. hands coming up to push his shirt up, fingers twisting and pinching at his own hardened nipples. stuttered breaths fall from his lips when he could feel your thumb swipe at the slit of one of his cocks, jolting in place when you give his weeping cock a few pumps. the few visible veins in them were bulging, ready to pop and for him to squirt yet again if you just stop teasing him around!

but doing the same thing over and over again sounded boring to you. your sweet dragon deserved some treats for being such a good boy after all. he deserved some pampering.

“ah! gimme a second, darling” you snap your fingers, an idea forming in your head. he lets out a soft confused hum at that, hands still holding onto the soft mounds of his chest as he watches you move away to reach over to your bedside nightstand. opening the top drawer, he watches in curiosity as you bring out an odd small device that was connected to a small remote control by quite the lengthy wire. the color all cute pink, the toy small and nearly the size of a small hairclip but pretty girthy in width. were you… thinking on putting that inside him?

“it’s called a bullet vibrator. apparently, it’s supposed to add vibrations to any place of your choosing. and since i found out of your soft spot, i thought maybe we could try it out?” you explain to him, slowly unwrapping the long wire of the toy. it was quite lengthy. perfect to use it for his soft spot.

“only if you’re comfortable with it, dear. i wouldn’t want you to try anything you think you’re not ready for or feel comfortable with” you quickly say, ready to throw the toy away for another time when you feel the grip of his tail around your ankle. the soft smooth scales creating a soft, bristling sensation on your bare skin. if he could remember carefully, the most he took in his vent were two fingers. but it proved that his vent could be quite stretchy and take something more if given enough foreplay and gentle ministrations.

“i… i don’t think i would mind it. it sounds kind of fun, actually” he says after a moment of thinking on the matter, accepting the fact that yes, he can take it. he wanted to try these new feelings and challenges with you. everything would be right when with you.

“i would love to try this new toy” he finally comes to a conclusion, turning his head so he could place kisses on your neck and cheeks, purring in happiness when he could hear you chuckling. you should laugh more. the dragon loved the sound of your laughter — like soft bells chiming in the morning.

patting his thigh to tell him to open up his legs further, it was now your turn to plant kisses on his neck. you couldn’t exactly bite his shoulders as he still had his pajama shirt on, but you can take care of it tomorrow morning. so, you settle on peppering kisses on his neck, the faint scales that were around his artery, giving it a light suckle to which you got a breathy moan for. all the while you allow his vent to get used to the feeling of the toy, the material of it and its size, simply rubbing it over the soft outer scales.

“gonna push it in, okay pretty?” you whisper in his ear, to which he whimpered and nodded, one of his hands leaving his chest to intertwine his hand with yours. so cute. you can only hope he won’t crush your hand accidentally.

ever so softly, whispering praises to how good he was taking the toy into the shell of his ear, you take in the delicious noises he makes with a great amount of pride. the great and only dragon who could wipe out an entire nation off of the face of the earth, choosing you as his mate and bonding with you. having his faith in you that you would take good care of him and his pleasures. it was a heavy emotion and one that comes with responsibility to a certain degree and you would always be sure to handle the heart of his that he willingly gave you, with tenderness of a first snow.

“aaah mmggh—! uungh♡︎ it’s in! i-it’s aaaanhg♡︎♡︎ hummg♥︎ inside... it’s insiiiecckk—♡︎♥︎!!” your dragon squeals, hips thrusting back and forth into the air as he feels the soft round edge of the toy pressed against the soft spongy spot inside his vent. it felt foreign to have something other than your hand touch him there, perhaps even disrespectful since it was supposed to be the only soft spot that only you must have the privilege to know and touch! but for the sake of this new level of pleasure that you promised, he swallowed his hissy fits, instead replacing them with a whiny soft moan.

“i know, pretty. i know. deep breaths for me, pretty” you murmur, giving soft squeezes to his hand that was tightly holding your own. his tail starting to wrap around your ankle and up your calf further with the fluffy haired end wagging in the air playfully around your knees. you let him get used to the feeling of the toy first. gently rubbing it back and forth on his spongy spot, hearing the way his breathing picks up pace as he throws his head onto your shoulder.

“gonna turn it on now, pretty” you warn him, keeping a close eye on the way his expression shifts. if he shows the slightest bit of pain, uncomfortable feelings or signs of discomfort, you were going to ditch the idea. a moment of pleasure is not worth loosing your comfort over, after all. thankfully, he was reacting well to the new intrusion. only positive notes of his pleasured noises and star crossed eyes. you say it to him again, this time just a bit louder with a squeeze to his hand in case he was starting to lose himself. that seemed to snap him out of his trance. just enough to nod his head to you.

“o-okay… okayhhh i understaaaNGGHH!! [n-name]♥︎♥︎[namenamenamenam]—♥︎♥︎ h-haaangh mmhg s-shoo much♡︎ f-feelsh too much♡︎♥︎!!” just a single switch to the lowest level of the vibrator and he was already shrieking, sobbing and thrashing about on the bed. legs shutting around your hand instinctively, salty globs of tears falling as he goes slack jawed. his entire body shakes as he squirts into his stomach, but this time, he squirted from both of his cocks at the same time. the pretty pink tips weakly letting out a few more drops before he was fully hard on both cocks again.

all the while, you watched with an ever growing jubilation as your lover is reduced to this mess on your lap. legs shaking like a newborn fawn’s, cheeks and pointy ears a lovely shade of red as his jaw hangs slack open. every now and then, he would go quiet, arch his back off of you before a loud shriek would follow as the vibrator hits just right. you could see hearts in his eyes, completely docile as his pupils grow wide, so much so you could barely see the glow of his eye color.

so pathetically cute as he mewls your name in a slurred gibberish, repeating it over and over like a broken record. a broken recording that only had one word and is stuck in an eternal loop to say that recording. the most prettiest one. one that you wanted to be selfish and hear all day, everyday.

“u-uuuugckk! aaaanhg gyanh!! mrrrph— luv you♡︎ luvyouluvyouluvyous’much♥︎! luv yoouugh [n-naamee], luv you sho muchhh♡︎♡︎ f-fuUUNGK—♥︎♥︎” he trashes about on the bed, constant declaration of love falling from his lips, kicking his legs at the blanket as he sobs deliriously until he squirts yet again. his own cum splattering over to his chest, soiling his shirt and wetting his still hard pink nipples. you give one of them a pinch, delighted as he mewls in a hoarse voice. pinching and tugging on the cute nub, rubbing the still vibrating toy around his spongy spot, you watch in sheer adoration and obsession as he shoots blanks.

turning off the toy, you coax his legs open so you could move your hand and slip the toy out of his vent. when the girth of the toy slowly slips out of his abused now puffy vent, your dragon lets out a sob as his hips jolt violently. you could see his juices dripping out of his fluttering vent, wanting to finger it back inside him but knowing that it would push him way too far over his limits.

“shh shh, there there, pretty. i got you. you did so amazing” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him flush against yourself. wiping away his tears and drool, you places butterfly kisses over his face as you ground him back to his mind. he was far too gone and he hated having baths when he was way too lost in his subspace. if he isn’t responsive enough when bathing together, he will throw yet another hissy fit.

“mmmgh… tired…” you could hear him croak out after a long time of rocking him in your arms. he was slowly coming back which meant it was time for a bath. but until he fully regains his mind, it was better to cuddle him close as his tail has a mind of its own and has yet to let go of your ankle. at all.

smooch! maybe another kiss to his pink cheeks would help him ground himself faster.

[porcalinecunt]

(𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃)𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 ♡︎

🎀 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ having the body of a cyborg came with it’s perks, including turning boothill into your own personal porn bot a plug away! ~ ♡︎

·˚ ◌༘͙[featuring] ! ˊ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐗 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

cw — afab!reader. mean dom!boothill. improper use of usb ports. pornography. manhandling. overstimulation. edging. pussy drunk boothill. no pronouns for reader.

◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡ author’s note! : saw someone on tt mention inappropriate use of boothill’s usb ports, and i couldn’t help myself. <33 as usual, enjoy!

“..and i’m supposed to plug this in?”

Boothill spun the harddrive around his fingers, staring at it with both curiosity yet suspicion. it was a hot pink color with a heart sticker sloppily slapped onto the front. you handed it to him without saying a word, leaving him beyond dumbfounded.

you simply nodded, trying hard not to burst out laughing. despite the glaringly obvious USB ports that were carved into his waist, he swore to have never actually stuck anything in them. by anything, of course, were any harddrives that could’ve been packed with whatever info or footage that would’ve automatically made it’s way into his memory. he didn’t want anyone’s weird porno or stupid memes to burn into his motherboard and live with it.

yet he had a hard time saying no to you. hell, he’d never say no to you unless it’d kill you. then again, it was probably a random assortment of cat videos you came across on your feed. it wouldn’t hurt to take a peek. right?

holding up a reluctant thumbs up, you plugged the harddrive in and awaited his reaction with anticipation. boothill never looked away from your reaction, quickly noticing something was rather…off about your face. your lips curled into a seductive grin, biting down on your lower lip while hearts practically carved your pupils. your cheeks and nose were flushed a slight pink that faded to a hot red color.

yet, it was already too late for him.

his vision suddenly became a hot pink blur, the gears within his body had began to spun widely while the mini fans tried to cool down his heating body. the blood red target in his eye morphed into a pink heart while he spaced out at what was being shown in front of him.

nothing but pure pornography, some of the most explicit, flooding his memory and infecting his circuits with the love virus. boothill felt his head spin from the lewd imagery, bouncing from clip to clip of multiple sex acts all at once. from simple missionary to subs being bent in half by their ridiculously larger doms, there was even one where they were in full nelson. legs high up with thier sopping cunt in full view. it was all too much.

“so this..is what y’want me to do to ya…”

the cyborg chuckled, overwhelmed with his sudden libedo. he looks over at you with hungry eyes, flashing his shark toothed grin the moment you nodded.

“why didn’t ya say so, dollface..?”

“a-ah! m’sorry! m’sorry boothill..! i-i was only p-playing..ngh!”

your clothes were torn clean off without a damn given, leaving you bare and vulnerable as the cyborg pumped his cock in and out of your sopping pussy. just like how you wanted it, bent in half in full nelson with your legs held high as only boothill’s arms kept you from falling. his pace was unforgiving, hungrily stuffing you full like your his last meal on death row. despite your body already stiffening from the position, boothill showed no sign of stopping. his eyes, bright pink with hearts dialating for pupils, full of burning desire and a greedy lust that clouded his judgement till his mind went blank.

it was as if the cyborg was built for fucking, his only goal being to push you beyind your human limit.

“zip it, sugar. you're gonna take m’dick even when i’m done with ya, you hear?”

boothill hissed in your ear with a mean rasp, shark-like teeth nibbling away at your earlobe. the ticklish feeling only added to the intense overstimulation that turned your brain into mush. you felt the familiar knot in your stomach close to snapping for what seems like the tenth time tonight, until a sudden emptiness snapped you back into reality. looking down, you noticed how boothill pulled himself out, leaving you hanging. a whine came out of your throat almost instinctively at the neglect.

“boothilll..! i was so clo!—“

you’re words were rudely cut off as the ranger threw you onto the bed with you laying on your back. he wasted no time crawling on top of you and pressing his heavy body against yours. trapped, you couldn’t even move an inch as you squirmed under his touch. he practically caged you.

“keep whinin’ like that and I'll leave ya empty. got that?”

as difficult as it was, you pressed your lips together and screwed your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to keep quite. your cunny spasmed around his length as he kept going with his violent pace. even with the harddrive, you could never imagine boothill going this far. you truely underestimated the strength of the virus that infected his mechanical body with such libido, yet you don’t regret it. you continued to cry out as your limbs grew numb, your senses going blank in an orgasmic euphoria. you were teetering towards the fuckin’ edge.

you sobbed out babbles of “‘m gonna cum!~” over and over again like it was automatic. finally, the knot snapped in two as stars filled your vision. if he wasn’t made of metal, you would’ve left some nasty scratch marks.

on the other hand, the ranger watched in pure awe as his pretty baby fell apart on his dick. your fucked out expression, teary eyes and pouty lips covered in spit, only fuled him for more. you couldn’t even get a breath in as you were picked up and flipped onto your stomach, ass high up in the air.

“you think ‘m done yet sugar? hehe, that’s cute.”

you could only sigh in response, unable to do anything about your own mess. lesson learned, never fuck with a machine you know so little about.

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