#honestly i would say even earlier than that but mmm.

[psychangels]

thinking abt how it's so obvious that peppermint cares abt chai as early as the first r&d section

[marvelobsessed134]

R's athletic GF g!p!Kate has been trying to get her already sizable cock even bigger. One day, R hears Kate getting all hype and excited and goes to see what the deal is, and she finds that Kate succeeded.

Then sex. :P

Size difference

I’ve missed writing for Kate so thank you for requesting this. Also my first time writing responsible protected sex??? 😨

Pairings: Athletic!Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, Kate has a dick, dom!kate, mentions of pills (idk if that’s really a warning I’m just putting it here), slight size kink

Ever since Kate found these supplements on TikTok shop-she’s become a TikTok shop victim-she has not shut up about them. Until they finally arrived. They were supposed to increase her dick size even though she already had a sizable cock anyways. It made you both nervous and turned on if they actually worked because how would she fit inside you?

One day you came home from a doctors appointment when you heard Kate shout in triumph from upstairs. So you went to investigate. You walked in your shared bedroom assuming she’d won a game of Modern Warfare or something but instead she was naked looking at herself in the mirror. More so her cock. Your eyes widened at its size. She was about 10 inches now. The raven haired girl smirked when she noticed you staring.

“Hey, baby.” She said and you were still in shock.

“Y-you- it worked.” Was all you could say. The archer had a cocky look on her face, especially when she noticed you not so subtly rubbing your thighs together. “Yeah, and honestly I’m surprised. I was a little skeptical about them but I’m glad it worked out.”

“M-me too…”

“Why don’t you come test drive it?” She asked with a cheeky grin.

Moments later you found yourself on your knees in only your lacy underwear looking up and Kate. She put her cock to the side of your face for comparison, “I don’t know how this is gonna fit in your pretty little mouth.”

“Please, Kate. I can take it.” You pleaded, wanting nothing more than to suck on her “new and improved” cock.

“Awww, you want this dick? Okay, I guess I’ll give it to you.” She positioned her cock against your lips and your opened your mouth, allowing her to slide inside. Your eyes almost popped out of your head with how large she was but you began to bob your head and jerk off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

The raven haired girl gripped your hair as you worked your magic. “Holy fuck, your mouth is even tighter now. Gripping me like a vice.” Kate moaned.

One of your hands reached down into your panties, rubbing your clit making your girlfriend smirk, “You gonna touch yourself while you suck me off, baby? That’s okay just don’t cum because I need you to cum on this big cock okay?” You nodded as you moaned, rubbing your clit in tight circles while feeling her shaft down your throat.

Suddenly she pulled out of you and your hand retracted outside your panties knowing what was gonna come next. She stroked your cheek, “Why don’t you get on the bed? I know that little pussy is dying to be fucked.” You eagerly got up and ripped your underwear off before getting on all fours on the bed.

You heard the sound of a wrapper tear before she was behind you in an instant, teasing your dripping slit with her tip before pushing in slowly, making sure you had time to adjust. “Ohhh fuck! You’re so fucking small!” She cried out in pleasure.

“Mmm Kate, please fuck me. Need it so bad.” You cried.

“Okay, baby. If it gets too much let me know.” She gripped your hips for leverage before thrusting into you at a medium speed. Soon enough the only sounds in the room were moans and skin slapping against skin.

“Such a good girl. Taking my cock so fucking good.” Kate growled, speeding up her movements. Hee finger snuck underneath you to your clit, rubbing it just how you were rubbing yourself earlier.

“Ohhh Kate!” You moaned.

“That’s right baby, scream my name. Let the whole building know who’s fucking you so good.” The archer continued her hard thrusts, abusing your clit in the process. It didn’t take long before you saw stars, and Kate knew you were close.

“Cum for me. Give it to me, baby.” Your girlfriend commanded and your vision went white for a second as you came harder than you ever had in your entire life. Kate finished not long after, filling the condom full of her seed.

The two of your stayed still for a moment catching breaths before she pulled out to dispose of the condom. She came back to you laying flat on your back with a blissed out expression. She crawls over you and presses a sweet kiss to your lips before saying, “Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”

[lichenes]

OMG I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE IS WRITING ABT SKI AGGUUUUU. there's so many joost fics (which I love) but I've been looking for aggu fics in the depths of the internet for soo long ( ´_ゝ｀)

~

anyways, can i please request something where the reader catches the eye of aggu during a concert or smth, and the whole interaction between them is cute and flirtatious? ski aggu is a BIG ladies man, so, reader is obviously falling for his pick-up lines ect. thank you!! ^3^

Literally! Where are the Aggu fics?? I've seen edits of this man with 19k likes on tiktok and literally noody is posting abt him here!! Anyway! Once again, need him biblically. I'm a sucker for irl scenarios :"") Loosely based on that one video of sbd holding Aggu's hand; jealous. Enjoooy<3 CW: flirting wc: 686

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The crowd, alongside you, was singing the lyrics to “wie du manchmal fehlst”. You were standing in the first row, mesmerised by Aggu’s form. Throughout the night he would run around the stage but during this song he walked closer to the crowd. You realised at that moment that he was making a beeline for you. You quickly thanked your earlier self for wearing something revealing and extended your arm towards him. 

When your fingers connected with his own your brain short-circuited. Suddenly the room started spinning. You were literally holding Aggu’s hand. You kept singing hoping your singing skills were satisfactory, if he heard them. He looked down at you and gave you a smile as if to reassure you that it was happening in real life. You saw his grills alongside the grin he flashed you and my god, did he look good from that point of view.

He moved around near the crowd for a moment more and went back to his usual theatrics. You got a video of him holding your hand which might’ve been the happiest moment of your life so far. He moved away from you after a moment of closeness to get close to other fans, avoiding holding hands with anyone else. The song was one of the last ones he performed so not long after he said his goodbyes he walked backstage. 

After the concert Aggu posted a story in English pertaining to the person who held his hand. It so happened to be you. You dm’d him, sending the video as proof if he wanted it. He didn’t answer quickly. Your anxiety was rising with each passing hour. Suddenly when you were just about to go to sleep, you heard a notification. “How’d you like the concert?” 

You couldn’t believe this. “I loved it!! I honestly was sooo happy when I got the tickets and-” You stopped for a moment, deleting the message entirely. “It was lovely!” You tried to seem nonchalant but it couldn’t be denied that you were fucking texting The Ski Aggu. He sent you a voice message.

…

Holy shit. Did he expect one back? What did he say? What was even going on?! “Mmm, glad you liked it. I couldn’t help but notice such a beautiful person among the crowd.” It was only a few seconds long but it made your heart flutter like a ballad sung by the greatest singer to ever live. You gathered all your courage and pressed ‘record’. You rambled for a minute straight and when your phone buzzed with the message reaching its full capability you decided against sending it. ‘Okay. We can do this.’ You thought about what you wanted to say and attempted to try again. Then a message popped up. “Hesitating gorgeous?” 

…oh my god.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You responded, quickly regretting your decision. He saw the message and started typing. “Good.” Your heart stopped for a second. You pressed record and began rambling once more. Sent. Okay. Alright. “You’ve got a voice as gorgeous as your face angel.” The answer came quicker than you expected. He sent another voice message. “I was thinking, maybe you’d like to meet up today? I heard you’ve got great clubs here.” 

You were frantically getting ready, suddenly forgetting how to do eyeliner and what clothes suited you the best. “I’m here.” You read the message in your notifications. You brushed your teeth quickly and ran out the door, almost breaking a leg on the stairs. You saw him in his car waiting, scrolling through tiktok. He was wearing his usual clothes and you started feeling a bit too overdressed. His reaction to your appearance swept you off your feet. 

“Hi dov-” Looking up from his phone he saw what he would describe as the embodiment of the word breathtaking. His jaw almost went slack from seeing you in those clothes. “My goodness, you’re even more beautiful now. How’d you do that?” You blushed. “Tried my best with what I have.” He looked at you with lust in his eyes. “Oh and you’ve got so much.” 

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[hellsslibrary]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚NSFW Alphabet with Azul Ashengrotto˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

DNI : minors.

!!Warnings : switch!top!male!reader, switch!bottom!Azul, size difference kink, oral, toys, cock warming, praise/humiliation kink, power dynamic, ink(I'm not sorry).

#a.n. : While everyone is writing kinktobers, I'm still trying to finish this. But wait after the alphabets, there will be kinktober... In November, to make it more convenient (and maybe earlier, if I try). Also, no pictures today because I want to redo the decor, and I'm writing this part of Azul for two beautiful ladies, so...(I'll add them later)

A = Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

He is embarrassed about this (just a little), but he will help put things in order in what he and his partner have done. Prefers to rest a bit before cleaning, but if his partner starts, he will certainly help too. Especially if he was in a dominant position.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part as well as their partners)

Well, in your body it would... Certain parts. He definitely has a kink for the size difference (you can't argue with me, I want to pin him against the wall). And he will love anything if it is bigger than his body parts? Palms, muscles, if any, tongue, di—. Yes.

Honestly, he really likes his chest, and not just the nipples specifically, he likes it when his partner touches him anywhere on the chest in general. I just have a headcanon that he has very petite chest, even for a guy and well... Sorry.

C = Cum (basically anything related to sperm)

So... His sperm has the most ordinary consistency. It is released quite a bit during orgasm, but it tastes quite salty. There is his ink in the sperm (fanfiction with the overblot form of Azul is always in my head, maybe I’ll write them too someday)

Mmm, I think he likes it when people cum in his mouth. Fish sperm, according to internet experts, is simply disgusting. So he likes this taste, definitely.

D = Dirty Secret (Self-explanatory, their dirty secret)

He is the power bottom almost always, simply because he is flattered by the idea of control. But damn, he has moments where he just wants you to take it all into your own hands and take it as you please, mostly without considering his opinion (but still having his consent to it, of course).

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they are doing?)

... No. Simply no. He's definitely a virgin. I doubt he even knows much about sex in theory. Well, dick, hole there, sperm, orgasm. That's all, okay?

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style~. Don't lie to me that you didn't want to bend him over his table in the VIP room, I won't believe you (it's not exactly doggy style, but who cares). He mostly refuses to look you in the face when you're dominant, so why not.

If he is dominant... Missionary position? I just like the idea of a dominant bottom underneath a service top and well... Azul would be a good fit. He likes to be snuggled anyway.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious at the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Extremely serious, but with a hint of playfulness, if that makes sense. For example, if he has sex with a partner, it means that they literally mean the world to him and he is exposing a part of himself that is really vulnerable, so he likes it if both parties take it very seriously, but he also likes to have an opportunity to tease you and pull your strings just to see how you react.

H = Hair (How well groomed is it? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I wouldn't say he's shaved, but his hair is definitely short, so there's no real need for that. The color is absolutely identical and they are also slightly curly, just like this hairstyle...

I = Intimacy (How are they feeling at the moment? Romantic aspect.)

He is very romantic in general. As I said earlier, he exposes a part of himself that is truly vulnerable, so when his partner takes it seriously, he feels very loved, generally respected and accepted, so he becomes much more romantic both sexually and in general .

J = Jack off (Main canon of masturbation)

He has a lot of stress in his life, you know? So, fuck... I think he would like to do this more often, but he doesn't do it often anyway. He still prefers your hands.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He probably likes to be humiliated and praised at the same time, and I can't explain it for the world, but I know it. Also likes power dynamics, likes to be bossed around and have less power than the other person, but still respected. But when it comes to dominating you—... For now. He also loves getting your cock warm (sorry). Well... I like to attribute this kink to all busy characters, except for Vil, what will you do to me.

L = Location (Favorite places to do things)

Very personal to him, so the only place he could really do this is either his room, his partners room, or some motel if he's really desperate. Specifically and for the most part, this is his room because he knows where everything is and he has certain toys that he can just pull out whenever he wants. Although... With a lot of persuasion or no choice (if one of you was EXTREMELY horny), he would agree to have sex in a less secluded place

M = Motivation (what turns them on, turns them on)

When he and his partner have a truly romantic relationship (that is, serious) or when you start whispering all sorts of dirty things in his ear and touching his thighs, for example.

N = No (Something they wouldn't do is disabled)

Hmm, I should at least list with someone no (with Vil there will be a direct list, lol), but Azula will also receive this honor. Rape, he also really doesn't like threesomes because he feels it's more about getting laid than actually caring about each other and wants to dedicate all his love to one person in particular. And also his real form until a very distant moment in the relationship.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving. You can't tell me otherwise because this man looks like he was made to be flexed, especially with his skinny waist like...(sorry, I got carried away) and he probably doesn't mind either sit on your face (if that’s what you’re into, of course). The ratio would be something like this: 60% for you, 40% for you.

He's not particularly good at giving blowjobs, but it's all made better by his enthusiasm to bring you to orgasm as quickly as possible... As long as he's not teasing or denying your orgasm, of course.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He is slow and sensual as he loves to enjoy every moment he can spend with his partner in this way. Also wants to make sure that the other person knows that he loves them for real, and not just for sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickie games, how often, etc.)

Doesn't like quick games, but if he's really busy and his partner wants to do it, he'll agree to one. Well... Actually, they happen quite often, if I may confess.

R = Risk (are they playing with experiments? Are they taking risks? etc.)

Willing to take risks, but very quickly draws a line under what he doesn't like to do (he absolutely doesn't want many things until he becomes comfortable with his boyfriend/he has more trust in him). He wants to spend time with his partner as fully as possible.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they last? How long will they last?)

He becomes very weak in this position, so can usually only last about 7-10 rounds at most (still a reminder that this is a magical world, kittens). He actually only tries three or so, but if his partner wants to try a few more, he's more than welcome. True, only a few.

T = Toys (Do they have toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He probably has a dildo that he pleasures himself with from time to time, but he only really uses one. He takes good care of it and always makes sure it's properly cleaned so he doesn't get an infection or get sick or anything like that. Not a big fan of toys in general, but if that's what you want, he's okay with it.

U = Unfair (How much they love to tease)

He really likes both sides of the coin. He enjoys both teasing his partner and receiving teasing from him. Loves it when he squirms under his partner and he starts making comments about it, although he always complains about it, he likes it. And I also like the completely mirrored version.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very loud because he often forgets to be quiet, the only thing he can really think about is his partner at that moment so nothing else matters. Although, if you persuade him to have sex outside of your rooms with him... He will hardly utter a sound, he is too ashamed.

W = Wild Card (random character headcanon)

He... Loves... Jerk... You... With...His... Tentacles. Okay, listen to me. When in the end, you gain his trust completely, he will agree to many things in his form. And damn... The tentacles are clearly faster and more skillful than his arms (even if they are quite chubby).

X = X-ray (Let's see what's going on under those clothes)

12 cm/just under 5 inches. He has a mole on his balls. His balls are surprisingly quite large and plump.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Like I said, his sex drive is quite high considering his stress level, but on average... He's fine with about 2-3 times a week. Although, what if you want more? He's all yours.

Z - Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep later)

Doesn't fall asleep right away, he likes to compliment his partner or talk a little before he falls asleep. If his partner is asleep, he can simply lie there for 10-20 minutes and come to the realization of what he just did before falling back to sleep.

[sopebubbles]

Master List

Fourteen

Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: Your second heat with the pack begins, and Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok promise to make it better than any before.

Warnings: talks of past trauma, nightmares, SMUT (I honestly didn't think this was gonna happen), penetrative sex (female and male), use of sex toys, unprotected sex, LOTS of kissing and touching, lots of pet names.

WC: 14k

"Mmm, you're in preheat," Yoongi said against your neck. He could smell you getting sweeter and sweeter. He'd noticed it a couple of hours ago, but let you keep sleeping. His heart dropped when he felt you tense up beneath him, knowing you were going into distress, souring just a little. "It will be alright, princess. We're here to help." He did his best to soothe you, but when you remained still, he pulled you back against him, away from Jimin. 

"Jimin, go get Hobi," he instructed, and the beta got up without asking any questions. Yoongi rolled you over so he could see your face even though you wouldn't look at him. He smoothed your hair back as he spoke softly. "We should have done this sooner, but we're going to talk with Hobi and make a plan. Everything will be alright."

He began to feel a little panic when you didn't respond, and he wondered if maybe you didn't trust him completely yet. Maybe you were still afraid of him a little. Maybe you feared that he wasn't going to keep the promises he had made you on the day you finally became his. His heart broke a little, although he could never blame you. But he didn't know what he would do if you kicked him out to go through your heat alone. He couldn't let that happen. He'd lose his mind.

"I don't understand why she's so broken up about it," Jimin heard Namjoon say as he walked down the stairs. "If I were her I'd be thrilled the bastard is dead."

"Because she's a good girl who doesn't want to be a murderer," Hoseok replied. "I'm sure she'd be happy if she didn't feel responsible. I wish she could see that she isn't."

All heads turned toward Jimin as he entered the kitchen where they all sat, drinking tea, or in Jungkook and Namjoon's case, beer. 

"How is she doing?" Tae asked urgently. 

"She feels like shit. But we have a different problem. Hobi, Yoongi wants you upstairs."

Hobi stood up and set his mug heavily on the table. "What's wrong?"

Jimin frowned. "She's in pre-heat," he replied before turning to go back up the stairs. 

"Taehyung, I need you to go to the grocery store to stock up. Take Namjoon with you," Hobi said before following Jimin. 

"But-"

"No buts," he said curtly and disappeared.

"I'll go, if you don't want to," Jin told Namjoon softly.

"Or the two of you can go and I'll stay here," Taehyung offered, not at all wanting to leave the house while you were becoming more vulnerable by the second. 

Namjoon sighed. "If the two of us go we won't come back with any of the things we actually need. And Hobi probably needs you here, Jin. It's fine. I'll go."

Jimin knocked on the door before opening it, startling both you and Yoongi. When you saw Hobi behind him, you both sat up to be able to talk to them properly. He sat on the edge of the bed and touched his hand to your forehead. 

"You're hot as hell, but you smell like heaven. How are you feeling, pup?" He asked, but you merely shrugged. 

"Hobi, Y/N told me a while ago that she doesn't like dealing with her heats. She said they hurt. I know we should have worked it out earlier, but I was hoping you could help us come up with a plan or something. You're the expert and I…"

Yoongi didn't need to finish his sentence for Hoseok to know just how lost he felt. It was clear in his eyes, though he was trying to hide it. He looked from your alpha to you and smiled. "Heats aren't bad if you manage them right, pup. We'll get through it fine. Can you tell me what you normally do for your heats?"

You shook your head and pulled your knees toward your chest. "Nothing. I haven't been having them for a couple years. I don't know."

"Well, what was your best heat like?"

You looked at him blankly. "My best heat was the one I had last time. With you."

His heart ached. That couldn't be true. The struggle he'd watched you go through couldn't have been the best of an experience that Hoseok often found actually quite enjoyable.

He swallowed, steeling himself to dig into what he guessed was going to be a lot of trauma. "Sweetheart, can you tell me about your first heat?"

You broke eye contact with him, lowering your gaze to your knees where the old jeans you were still wearing were worn thin, ready to rip apart. You shook your head. 

Yoongi rubbed a hand down your spine, still tense, and begged. "Please, princess. I know it might hurt, but we can't make it better until we know what's wrong."

You breathed in deep and pushed it out. Your voice cracked when it first came out. "I was sixteen when I had my first. I didn't know what was happening at first. No one had ever told me what it would be like, and I was so old, I thought at that point I was a beta, like Eli." The words caught around the lump in your throat, but you swallowed it down. "When my m-mother found me. Sh-she she dragged me from the nest I made." You hadn't realized you'd begun to cry until Jimin took one of your balled-up fists in his hand to relax it. "She and my father took me out to the back of the farm and left me outside the property in the woods. It was the last time I saw them."

Hoseok wanted to tear them apart with his teeth, but it wasn't about them right now. He wiped your cheeks. "That must have been very scary. You were so brave. What did you do?"

You sniffed. "I was pretty out of it. I stayed in the woods until it was over because I didn't want s-someone else to find me," you hiccuped. "There were other animals out there and–"

"Y/N," Hoseok interrupted you. His voice was so firm you had to instantly look him in the eyes. "You are not an animal. No matter what they told you, you're a person. Got it?" He watched your eyes glass over before you nodded. "Sorry, pup. I didn't mean to sound so angry. I'm not…I'm not mad at you." You lowered your eyes again, and he couldn't help but feel bad and wonder if he was helping at all. "I'm sorry. Go on."

You cleared your throat. "After it was over, I hitchhiked to the nearest city, an hour or so away. I was on the streets for about six months, so like two heats bc they were farther apart then. You can imagine how that went." 

Hoseok did his very best not to imagine it. Jimin's grip on your hand tightened as he recalled the night they found you, what they stopped and what he feared could have happened. He never thought you might have already lived the worst things he could think of. Yoongi on your other side was deadly silent.

"Anyway, then I met Sebastian and Roxy, and I think Yoongi told you about what that was like already." You looked at Yoongi for the first time since you'd started telling your story, but he didn't look at your face. When you looked back at Hoseok, he nodded. "When I went to jail, they made me take heat suppressants and since then I've pretty much stayed on them. It's been…better."

Hobi swallowed down the bile rising in his throat as he tried to look for something to say. Before he could think of anything, Jimin spoke. 

"Y/N-ie, can I hold you?" He asked softly.

You looked at him in surprise. "Y-you want to hold me?"

He nodded. "I think it will make you–no, I don't know if it will actually make you feel better, but if it's alright with you, I'd like to try. I think it would make me worry less," he admitted. "It's okay if you don't want to. I won't force–"

You stopped him by moving closer, between his legs. "It always makes me feel better. And I don't want you to worry."

For a brief moment, Yoongi forgot his anger and concern as he watched Jimin wrap his arms around your waist and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He almost smiled. Then he looked at Hoseok, who had finally composed himself. 

"Pup," he started softly, pulling your attention away from Jimin's collar to look up at him, but you didn't move an inch. You looked tiny in Jimin's arms, and something about it made his heart swell. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sad you had to go through all of that alone. I promise that for the rest of your life, anyone who tries to hurt you like that will answer to me personally." His eyes slid briefly over to your alpha and back to you, but Yoongi didn't seem bothered by the threat. "That's not what heats are supposed to be like, and I'm going to make sure that you can see that someday. I know it won't be perfect this time, but I think we can make it better."

"How?" You asked softly. 

"For starters, the four of us will be the only people allowed in this room. I'll do what I can to make sure you don't even smell the other alphas, and they won't bother you. Would that make you feel safer?" 

"You'll be in here with me?" You looked at your alpha. 

"We're not going to let you be alone this time, princess. We'll be here to make sure you stay hydrated and eat when you can. We can help keep you calm and make you as relaxed as possible," he said.

"But what about…will you…will we?"

He shook his head. "I made you a promise, pup, and I'm going to keep it. I'm not going to breed you. I'm just going to keep you company."

"But what if I…" You shrank into Jimin's chest and picked at your nails. "When I'm like that, sometimes I–" they all waited patiently while you tried to get the words out. "Sometimes I want it, even if I think I don't want it. It's like my body just…" your voice was strangled by the shame in your throat. 

"That's completely normal, sweetheart," Hobi told you. "That's the whole point of being in heat. Everyone wants a knot. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Still, you flushed. "Then why don't you want to?" You asked Yoongi.

"I do!" He answered quickly and then tried to swallow his enthusiasm. "I mean, it's not that I don't want to. I don't want to, but not because I don't want you. I want you so much, princess, honestly. But I want you to feel safe and comfortable and to trust me way more than I want to satisfy some basic instinct for either of us."

"You're still attracted to me, right?" You asked in the shyest voice he's ever heard. 

"Yes, princess. We talked about that," he grinned. "But that doesn't mean I need to breed you. Even if you beg for it."

"There are other ways to satisfy those needs, if they become overwhelming," Hobi interjected to point out. 

You turned your attention back to him curiously. "What do you mean?"

"Typically parents don't really want their adolescent omegas to go around breeding before they're ready. My parents let me use other methods, like plugs and dildos to scratch that itch. It's not the same, but it helps a little with the discomfort," he explained. 

"Hobi, I don't know," Yoongi responded when you curled into Jimin's chest to hide your face. 

"It's just a suggestion. It might help. I agree that you shouldn't be giving her your knot this time around, but she shouldn't have to suffer." He took your hand and made you look at him. "You've been taught that your body is something you should be ashamed and afraid of, but it isn't. The things you feel are normal and natural. It's okay to feel wary of an alpha. The two of you are still getting to know each other. But it's time for you to stop being afraid of yourself. Understand?"

You nodded slowly. "Can Yoongi and Jimin still like, hold me and kiss me? Or is that off limits too?" 

Yoongi chuckled. "Of course. You can have all the cuddles and kisses you want, princess," he told you, stroking your cheek. 

Hoseok nodded thoughtfully and sighed. "If there's nothing else, then I think you should go get a shower. Cool, not too hot or cold. A hot shower will pull you down faster, but a cold one will throw you off balance. After, you can put on something soft and new. I washed it all and put it in the wardrobe. If you feel up to it afterwards, then you can come down and eat with us. If not, I'll send the boys up with something."

You agreed and let Jimin help you off the bed, stumbling a little into him and finding that your coordination was already suffering. Hoseok gathered up the blankets in your nest.

"Jimin, you'd better go clean up, too. I'll go get some things washed and ready. I'll get Jin to order some pizza for dinner," Hobi said as he left the room.

"I've got to go out for a bit," Yoongi said, walking out after him. 

Your soft whine stopped him in his tracks. "Do you have to work tonight?"

He looked softly down at you. "No, princess. I was off until Wednesday anyway, but I'll be calling in sick until it's over."

"You're coming back, right? I-I didn't scare you away?" The tangible fear in your voice shattered the last intact pieces of his heart. He walked back to where you stood in your doorway and placed his hand on your shoulder. 

"Of course not. I'm just going to get a couple things for you. I'll be back in less than an hour. I promise." He kissed you on the forehead to seal it. You whispered an okay and watched him follow Hobi down the stairs before you walked across the hall to the bathroom.

"Are you really going to leave your omega when she's in pre-heat?" Hoseok asked when he heard the bathroom door close and they had reached the first floor.

"I have to. We're going with your plan, so I need to get her some things. Clock's ticking," Yoongi said as he searched around for his wallet and keys.

"Tae's already out. I can call him and have him make a stop," Hoseok said casually as he walked toward the laundry room.

"Taehyung is not buying my omega a knot plug," Yoongi said firmly and loudly. A little too loudly. In the kitchen, Jungkook choked on his drink and sputtered onto Jin.

"A what?" The beta asked as he wiped at his face. 

"Don't worry about it," Hoseok said as he walked by. "Go on, Yoongi. I won't waste your time riling you up for my own amusement tonight. Hurry back."

Yoongi grumbled something unintelligible before he left the room.

"What was that about?" Jin asked after the front door closed. "Why does she need a knot plug when she has her alpha now?"

"She's not ready for all that," Hobi said softly. "And that's all anyone needs to know."

"Is it going to be like last time?" Jungkook wondered. 

"For the four of you, pretty much. I'm expecting you to show some self-control. I'll be helping them as much as I can, so I won't be able to keep you in line. I don't want you or Namjoon so much as looking at her door. Not that it will be much of a problem for you," Hobi mumbled.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jin asked.

"I know you don't like her much. Hopefully that makes it easier to stay away."

Jin sighed. "I don't have anything against her, honestly. I'm staying away for Yoongi, and because I know she's scared. Joon–well, l don't know how he feels about it, but you don't have to worry about him. I'd worry about Taehyung if I were you."

"Why?"

"He's sniffing around her. I know you've noticed."

Hoseok shrugged. "Tae likes her. He won't do anything about it though. He knows she's fragile, and he won't do anything until she wants him to. He's harmless."

"If you say so," Jin shrugged. "Do you want me to stick around this week, just in case?"

"That's not necessary. We can handle it. I would bet on you needing to make time for me by the end of the week, if it's anything like last time," Hobi told him and the alpha nodded, trying not to look too excited about it.

When Yoongi returned forty-two minutes later, you and Jimin were both sitting at the kitchen table eating pizza, dressed in silky soft pajamas. Hoseok stood behind your chair, gently combing out your hair while Jungkook stood over Jimin with a towel, wringing the water from his hair. But what struck Yoongi was how happy the two of you looked. Jimin must have scented you a bit because that was the only time you ever looked so giddy. The beta, too, looked very giggly, but Jungkook always had the ability to make him that way. 

"Did I miss something?" Yoongi asked after he stashed the bag he'd brought in by the stairs instead of bringing it into the kitchen. 

"Nothing really. Just some sweet smelling pups," Hobi smiled. Yoongi could tell he was living a dream come true with your hair in his hands. 

"My sweet smelling pups," Yoongi responded. 

"Yeah, yeah." Hobi bent down to your ear, but spoke loudly enough for all to hear, "Alpha's so territorial." 

You swallowed, but couldn't hide the heat in your cheeks. Yoongi replied with a non threatening growl.

"Yoon, your hair is wet, too," Jungkook said, walking over with the towel he had used on Jimin. 

"I'm okay, Kookie." He ducked the towel coming for his head. 

Jungkook shushed him. "Stubborn alpha."

"Is it raining out?" Jin asked. 

"Pouring. It's supposed to storm off and on all night. You can't hear the thunder?"

They all shook their heads. They'd been laughing since the pizza got here. Over nothing even. It seemed like your scent in the air had loosened them all up, almost like they were intoxicated by you. Your sweet pheromones had become like a social lubricant, making everything easier between all of you. Something sick and familiar twisted in Yoongi's gut. He should be happy everything was so harmonious—and part of him certainly was—but it grated against his own jealousy that wanted to hide you away for himself, just a little longer. 

"Come eat, alpha," your sweet voice broke through, and his dark clouds cleared. "You can sit by me," you added shyly, as if he wouldn't want to. 

Without giving a second thought to the feelings of a moment ago, he did as you suggested and sat to eat. He'd need every calorie to put every bit of energy into looking after you. You pulled your chair closer to his and he looked down at you surprised. 

"I'm glad you came back," you whispered while the others talked. 

"I told you I would," he replied. 

"I know, and I tried really hard to believe it. I was just scared and I…i don't want to lose you," you admitted. 

Yoongi gave you a tight smile as he stroked your hair. "You won't. No matter what happens, in the next few days or in the future, I'll be right here. I'll be yours. You don't have to worry."

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and pulled away to see you smiling, a little dopey, your eyes shining bright. "Okay."

You let him eat, but stuck close by his side, swatting at Jimin's hands when he tried to pull you away. Yoongi grinned like an idiot and teased him about being your favorite. 

"She's in heat, and you're her alpha. It doesn't mean anything," Jimin grumbled back.

When he noticed you begin to sag, not less happy but beginning to look more tired, Hobi grabbed your purple blanket from the dryer and whisked you upstairs. It was time for your first heat nest, as well as your first nest for your pack. They looked on from the hallway, your alpha and beta, but you tried not to look back at them. 

"Do you think…?" You felt very nervous, afraid you wouldn't be able to provide the comfort they were used to. 

"Don't think about it," Hobi told you. "Remember, the nest isn't for them. It's for you, and they're just lucky to be there. Only worry about what you need tonight."

Maybe your nest ended up a little asymmetrical as you tried your best to make it bigger for the three of you. Only you and Hobi noticed, and no one said a thing. It was cozy and warm and enough for your pack. That was all that mattered right now. When you had each pillow and blanket where you felt it should go, you turned to the boys. They only looked back at you, so you walked to the door and grabbed Jimin by the wrist to pull him over to the bed. Never one to pass up the opportunity to tease, he merely stood there, waiting for you to puppet him into position, to place him like one of your soft pillows. When you looked up at him with large pleading eyes, he still didn't respond. You huffed and pushed him on the bed, to which he only giggled as he flopped over. Yoongi was much more eager to please. His smile looked like it might crack his face in half as he went to his designated spot. Then you looked back at Hobi. 

"All that's left is you, pup," he smiled softly at you.

You bit your lip before you found your voice to speak. "Is it good?"

"That's for you to decide, and for that you have to get in," he urged, gently guiding you to the side of the bed where you had put Yoongi. "But from here it looks very good, little one."

You looked doubtfully at your nest for a moment, wondering how to go about getting into it, before Yoongi grabbed you by your waist and lifted you in to lay between him and Jimin. The beta didn't waste a second wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck playfully. 

"This is definitely one of the best nests I've ever been in," he said as he probed your scent gland with his nose. 

Yoongi smiled at the two of you before he looked back at Hobi. He thought the omega looked almost longing, as if he wished he could be in there, too. "Thank you, Hobah," Yoongi said softly when he caught the alpha watching.

"I didn't do anything," Hobi replied. 

Yoongi shook his head. "We wouldn't be here without you. You've helped a lot."

Hobi sighed, "Well, I'll just be down the hall if you need anything."

Before he could leave, Yoongi reached out to take his hand and pulled him closer. He placed a kiss on the omega's lips and whispered another thanks. 

"Goodnight, pups. Sleep well," he said before leaving the room, but Jimin was already taking your mind far away.

The thunder didn't start up again until you were already asleep, well and deeply off to dreamland after Jimin and Yoongi scented you into a happy puddle between them. Jimin's lavender had been getting stronger over the past couple of weeks. He might not have noticed it, but you had. As he drove your scent higher and higher, his own followed suit. Tonight, his soothing smell soaked the pillow under your head as well as the air around you, and maybe that's why your usually awful dreams were just slightly less so. 

Maybe you had taken some of the power out of the memories when you told the three of them earlier. 

Maybe, for once, you just felt safe. 

You always dreamed about that first heat every time after that. It was one of the things you wanted to avoid when you decided to use the pills to escape the endless cycles. Sometimes you dreamed that when you were alone at night in the woods, animals came and tore you apart with their teeth. Sometimes other villains from your past waited to give you fitting punishment for the transgression of being what you were born to be. 

Tonight, after your parents dropped you off at the edge of the trees, the sky grew dark with rain clouds, and thunder cracked loudly overhead. You screamed, and a hand reached out to grab your shoulder. As you tried to squirm away, hiding your face to avoid a blow, you heard his voice. Quiet and steady. 

"It's okay, princess. I'm here." It was Yoongi's voice speaking to you in the darkness, and he took you in his arms. "It's just a storm."

He pulled you to your feet and you began to walk deeper into the forest. 

"Where are we going?" You asked as you stumbled along beside him. 

"I'm taking you home," he answered. 

Another loud clap of thunder rumbled the whole house, and your eyes snapped open. Your fists tightened around Yoongi's shirt. 

"It's okay, princess. It's just a storm. I'm right here." His soft voice was followed by lips pressed to your forehead. 

"Where are we?" You asked. 

"We're at home. We're in your nest. It's safe and perfect. You did such a good job pup," he complimented, his arms secured around you.

You relaxed against him, letting go of his t-shirt, and pressed your forehead to his collarbone. "I'm really glad you like it."

Yoongi hummed appreciatively. "You're my favorite part though."

Butterflies rustled their wings in your stomach and you pressed yourself closer "Sorry for waking you."

"You didn't. Go back to sleep, little one. I'll be here, watching over you."

You couldn't fight the command, either because you were eager to do as he asked or because your eyes were already heavy and closing on their own. It really didn't matter. 

Yoongi wasn't naive enough to believe that the next several days were going to be easy for him. He knew it would take a level of self-restraint that he'd never had to possess before. But it would be worth it if he could make you feel safe. 

He hadn't pictured waking up with his leg between yours while you grind your heat against his thigh. Your mouth was wet and warm as you kissed and licked at his collar bone. At first, he didn't know what he should do. He didn't mind. Not in the slightest. He was more than happy to lay there and offer you any relief he could. But he was cognizant enough to realize that your actions might progress into more complicated territory, if he let it, and the farther you got, the harder it would be to stop or change course. 

Yoongi turned more onto his side, raising his hand to your back before sliding it up to your hair. His grip was firm but gentle as he held you a few inches away from him.

"Good morning, princess," he said softly and watched you smile. Your eyes were completely glazed over, but you looked so happy. He kept you there for several more seconds before you started to whine. 

"Alpha," was the only word to pass your lips, and it came out desperately. Your hips, which had paused before, began to move in circular motions again, and your whines deepened in pitch until they became moans. Warm, gooey apple pie coated his tongue and his skin as it fluffed out from your scent glands. The deep primal place within him that mirrors yours began to rumble in his chest, a satisfied growl that told him this was right. You were his omega, and he had you oh so close at last. He brought your mouth to his in a teeth-clashing, devouring kiss that you happily reciprocated. Yoongi's other arm wound around your back, pulling your chest against his. Nothing but the thin fabric of the soft pajamas you both wore stood between your bodies. He couldn't get enough of you, and he wanted you to get all of him that you needed, so he held you firmly and let you continue your writhing against him. 

It wasn't long before your movement woke Jimin, too. For a moment, he was confused, having never woken up in your nest before. But he turned over to see you pressed against Yoongi, both oblivious to him as you kissed. He sat up quickly, wondering if Yoongi had already lost his self-control so quickly and was relieved to see you both had your clothes on still. A smirk crossed his lips at how greedily you kissed Yoongi. With Hoseok, there were always so many partners to focus on, so many other bodies in the room. He never looked quite as hungry as you did now. And Yoongi never quite got to have his way with Hoseok the way he was with you now, giving you his complete and undivided attention. At least until Jimin reached out and touched your waist, at which point he pulled away just far enough to let out a feral growl. 

You let out a sound, half whine, half moan, but Jimin just laughed. 

"Calm down, hyung. It's just me," he said as he ran his fingers into Yoongi's hair and pulled slightly. "It's just Jiminie." 

In response, Yoongi gave a happy grumble and raised his head to get a kiss from Jimin. The beta nipped playfully at his lips that you had kissed swollen and pouty. He could taste you all over Yoongi's mouth, and you were as delicious as you smelled. Half laying back down beside you, Jimin pulled you against him, creating a little distance between you and your alpha. He held you firmly at your ribs, just under your breast. A sigh slipped past your lips as Jimin's mouth met your shoulder. His teeth pinched your skin before his soft lips soothed his bites away. 

Yoongi, however, wasn't too pleased with having his plaything stolen away and slid down to press kisses to bits of skin that your thin tank top left exposed. Hungry, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbones led to red-turning-purple hickies blooming on the swells at the top of your breasts.

And that's how Hobi found you when he came to bring you breakfast, only to discover you being devoured. He couldn't help a little laugh. 

"Look at the three of you, humping like a bunch of horny teenagers."

Three sets of eyes, all black-pitted with arousal, turned in his direction, startled but not alarmed.

"Sorry to interrupt, pups, but I think I did you a favor. You need something to eat and drink." He set a tray at the end of the bed and knelt on the wooden chest to chat with you all. Well, with Jimin and Yoongi. Their eyes were slowly returning to normal while yours remained somewhat clouded, too far down in omega space to come up simply because someone brought in food. Yoongi helped you sit up, though it was really more like leaning you against him. Jimin pulled up the top of your shirt, but it did nothing to hide the darkening bruises. 

"How was last night?" Hoseok asked as Yoongi plucked a tangerine from the tray of food and quickly peeled the rind in one piece. He tore away a slice and pressed it to your lips. 

"Eat it," he chuckled when you only looked up at him, and you opened your mouth just enough for him to slide it past your lips. "It was fine. She had a couple nightmares, but I think it was the storms, and she calmed down soon after."

Jimin hummed as he took a sip of coffee. "It would make sense that she doesn't like storms," Jimin thought aloud, as if you weren't there, and in a way, you weren't. You didn't process much of what they said but only stared at Yoongi's lips, waiting to be given another bite. It wasn't the food you craved, but your alpha's attention. 

"Why?" Hobi asked, watching you fixate on Yoongi. He wondered if he looked that cute and absorbed in his alphas. 

"I mean, all that time she spent on the street, she probably has weathered a few bad ones. And then there was the night she came home…"

Hobi shuttered at the thought of you alone and wet. But sitting as you were now with Yoongi, there was nothing but happiness and safety visible around you. 

"You're safe now, aren't you, pup?" Yoongi cooed as his thumb lingered over your bottom lip. 

"See if she'll take some of the eggs," Hobi suggested, handing him a bowl of scrambled eggs. "She needs protein, too. Sometimes you guys forget."

There were forks on the tray, but Yoongi didn't bother with it. The eggs were firm enough for him to grab a bite with his fingers. Now you eagerly opened your mouth for him, lightly licking his fingertips when they touched your tongue. It could have been gross, but if the way the three men watched you was any indication, it was clearly erotic. Hobi watched Yoongi feed you a couple more bites before he snapped out of it. 

"How is she handling…her urges?" He asked, struggling to find a way to put it delicately. Normally he wouldn't bother, but with you the whole topic felt more sensitive. 

Yoongi shrugged. 

"They were already all over each other when I woke up," Jimin answered. 

"She was all over me when I woke up!" Yoongi defended. "What was I supposed to do?"

"Control yourself a little, maybe?" Hoseok suggested. 

"I was! I would have stopped it before it got any farther," Yoongi said, but he wasn't completely convincing.

"Yoon." Hobi looked into the alpha's eyes deeply and they stared at one another for a long moment.

"Don't worry guys. That's what I'm here for. I promise not to let him go too far," Jimin interrupted. 

Hobi sighed and lowered his eyes to the tray of food. "Can you guys handle this?"

"We can!" Jimin answered. "I promise. We've got this. I'm not going to let her get hurt."

"Well, then I guess I'll go get her dildos ready for when the time comes," Hoseok said with an eye roll as he hauled himself up from his seat. 

"I didn't buy her dildos! There will be no fucking! It's just to ease her discomfort," Yoongi responded. 

"Gosh, you're so sensitive right now, Yoongles," Hobi snickered. His mocking was all for Yoongi, not for you. Yet deep down, the omega was proud of him for making these choices for you. Most alphas probably wouldn't. Most would either try to convince an omega to do something they weren't comfortable with or leave the omega alone to deal with it themselves. The fact that Yoongi, and even Jimin, was willing to go through the discomfort of not being able to care for you in the traditional way filled Hobi with pride. 

He left the room, picking up the black bag Yoongi had brought home last night on his way to the bathroom across the hall. With the door shut, he removed not one but two silicone plugs. At the store, Yoongi had realized how unprepared he was. He didn't know what size you would need. One the one hand, you were so tiny, it didn't seem like anything but the smallest would fit inside of you, but on the other, his inner voice had told him you'd need to feel nice and full to be comfortable. In the end, he chose a smaller one and another he thought was comparable to his own size and rushed home. But at least he'd thought about getting the special cleanser, too. The pack wasn't big into sex toys, having more than enough appendages of all sizes to go around. Hobi carefully removed the plugs from their packaging and cleaned them thoroughly. Then he placed them in a soft, clean towel and took them back across the hall, setting them on top of your dresser. 

He sighed and wiped his hands on his pants. "Okay, so, they should be ready…whenever you need them." 

He went to go grab the tray off the bed, which the boys had mostly cleared off. Yoongi watched the omega while chewing the inside of his check. When their eyes met, he decided to speak.

"I was kind of hoping you'd be here to help," he said quickly and softly. His cheeks heating with shame and a flurry of other emotions. Yoongi could fuck with the best of them. Of the alphas, only he and Taehyung had ever been with women. But Yoongi was still at a loss of how to do this, and how to handle you. In his heart, he was terrified of hurting you, or scaring you and ruining everything. Maybe it was wrong to use Hobi as a crutch, but he needed it. 

Hoseok froze, half crouched with the tray in his hands. His eyes slid from Yoongi over to you where you buried your face in Yoongi's shoulder. He was uncharacteristically speechless, and spent several long seconds searching for words. 

"Oh…um…well. I didn't realize you'd actually need me for that part," he admitted. "I have some things I need to do right now."

"Not right now, no. I don't think she's there yet. It might not be until later. But I–I think we need you, Hobi." The desperation in Yoongi's vice only made things more difficult for the omega.

"I don't know, Yoongi. Jin…I don't know if he would like it."

Yoongi hung his head. He couldn't argue with that. There wasn't necessarily any reason for Jin to disapprove. It wouldn't interfere with anything regarding Hoseok or Jin's pack. Not really. But you were part of Yoongi's pack, and Hoseok was not. And you weren't Jin's either. This was new and uncharted territory, but Yoongi realized he really wasn't in a position to ask this much. Seokjin had been as good as he could be expected to be in the last few weeks, and to ask any more might be pushing their luck.

"Right. I understand," Yoongi sighed.

"It's not that I don't want to help, Yoon–"

Yoongi held up a hand. "No. No, I get it. I shouldn't have asked. It's too much to ask. I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry," Hoseok said softly.

"No. It's alright. You can go." Yoongi said it quietly enough that Hobi knew he wasn't mad, but he could help feeling that the alpha seemed defeated, and his stomach swirled with guilt. He lowered his eyes and backed out of the room. Just before the door closed, he heard Jimin's voice:

"Don't worry, hyung. We'll work it out."

Hobi carried the tray down to the kitchen and set it on the counter next to the sink. He inhaled deeply and exhaled to release the tension in his shoulders. Instead of immediately starting on the dishes, he decided to seek out Taehyung. 

Although he hadn't seen the youngest alpha get up, he'd seen the pack's bedroom door open, so he knew he must be around somewhere. He wasn't playing games in the living room, so Hobi looked for him in the sun room at the front of the house that had been granted to him as his art studio. But he wasn't there either. So Hobi went to the backdoor and slipped into someone's slides. Noticing the door to the detached garage was open, he set off across the spacious backyard in that direction. 

Inside the dusty outbuilding was an assortment of things that Hoseok either hadn't yet found a place for or wasn't willing to let go of, alongside tools and Hobi's ambitions for a blooming garden by the time summer came around, but no cars. He did, however, find his alpha. Taehyung must have been lost in thought because he jumped a little when Hobi spoke. 

"What's an alpha like you doing all the way out here?" He asked in that teasing voice he seemed to love using most on Tae.

"I thought I'd get started on your garden finally," he said flatly. "If we keep putting it off, the season will go by."

"You need to start today?"

"It's a beautiful day," Tae countered. Hoseok didn't miss the fact that the alpha hadn't looked at him once since he walked in, so he stepped forward to place a hand on his cheek. The two men were almost exactly the same height, so it wasn't difficult for Hobi to meet him eye to eye. 

"Is something on your mind?" He asked. Tae closed his eyes and took a breath, breathing in the scent of you. 

"It's just kind of strange, y'know. Spending time with her yesterday, I guess I felt like I was on the inside track, and now I feel so far outside. I just want to see her and talk to her and…"

"Fuck her brains out?"

"I'm not a pig, Hoseok…. But I am an alpha so like just a little bit. Yeah, I guess," he chuckled while his ears reddened. "I just want to spend some time outside until the others come back, so you don't have to worry about me."

Hoseok smiled as he placed his other hand on the other side of Tae's face and stroked his beautiful high cheekbones. "That's fine, baby boy. It's good to keep yourself busy," he agreed before he kissed his lips gently. "You're doing a great job. And I'm sure as soon as this is all over, you'll be right back where you were with her."

Taehyung's eyes sparked with hope. "I hope so. How is she doing?"

Hoseok attempted to keep his smile in place, but Taehyung knew it well enough to see how the corners of his lips drooped. "She's getting through it. It's not easy for her. It doesn't mean to her what it means to us. Not yet anyway."

Taehyung frowned. "Do you ever see her and think how lucky you are that you got to grow up with your family?" Hobi hummed. "The ways she doesn't know how to be herself are more heartbreaking than the scars of how people have hurt her."

"I'm trying my best–" Hoseok's voice broke at the thought of continuing your life as you'd been living it. 

"You're doing so well with her. Sometimes, I think the luckiest thing will be her having you. Not to disrespect Yoongi hyung, but he can only make her physically safe. Which is important but…I don't know if it would ever matter if you weren't there to stop her from hurting herself on the inside."

Hoseok lowered his eyes and shook his head. "Sometimes the things she says make me so mad, if they came from anyone else, I'd slap them right in the mouth."

Taehyung laughed. "Well, don't do that, and I think she'll keep learning from you. You're good for her."

"I'm just doing my best. I can't fix her."

"You don't have to fix her. I know you love her. That's enough."

Hobi thought it over for a moment. "I guess I do…like I would a child."

Tae snorted. "Sure, hyung. Like a child."

Hoseok went back into the house to take care of the dishes from the morning. There were no sounds coming from upstairs. Your scent filled the house, but it remained even. Maybe you had fallen asleep in your pack's arms. Regardless, he couldn't keep his thoughts from you. His help was needed, and he wanted to give it, but how far could he go to do that? 

Yoongi and Jin had drawn lines around you that were clear and solid for the members of the two packs living in his house, but not for Hobi. No one could exactly tell the pack omega what to do, not even Jin, but that didn't necessarily mean he would do whatever he pleased. Even though helping you through this ordeal wouldn't impact Hoseok and his upcoming heat in any way, that didn't mean he was free to lend himself out for…sexual services. But it wasn't like you were an alpha or that Hobi would get any gratification from helping you. His head spun with the ramifications, and his stomach twisted into knots as he scrubbed dish after dish. 

Finally, he decided to do the only thing he could do when he struggled to make a decision. He called his husband. 

"Hello, my love. Is everything okay?" Jin asked when he answered his phone. It wasn't common for Hoseok to call him in the morning at work. 

"Yeah, everyone's fine," Hobi answered, but he couldn't hide the shake in his voice from Jin, and the silence that lingered after didn't help to sell it.

Jin smiled. He knew if something was really wrong that Hoseok wouldn't hesitate to say it, so there must be something on his mind, and whatever it was made him shy. "What is it, Seokkie?" 

The omega blushed at the infrequently used pet name. It made him feel like a boy again. It had been Jungkook who started calling him Hobi, and now Jin only used 'Seokkie' when they were alone or he wanted to be particularly intimate. It reminded them both of just how long their love story was and how deeply they knew one another. Hoseok explained your predicament to his husband in a rush of words, like ripping off a bandaid.

"I see," Jin responded when he'd finished, not knowing what else to say. 

"If you don't want me to do it, then I won't," Hobi added. 

Jin chuckled. "You're asking for my permission? Since when?"

"This is serious Jinnie."

The alpha took a beat to appreciate that. Hoseok was right. He'd explained your history to Jin last night, so he knew just how fragile you were on the subject. He didn't expect to hear how Yoongi struggled. "Do you want to do it for Yoongi or for her?"

Hobi sighed. "Both? I don't know. I want her to feel okay. I want to help him avoid doing something he'll regret later. I want everyone to feel happy. Including you. Including me."

Jin considered that. He tried to consider how Yoongi must feel, only being able to offer his omega this small bit of relief instead of what he would naturally want to give you. But he knew that Yoongi wasn't really the obstacle to helping you. It was him. It was knowing that you were Yoongi's in the way that Hobi was his. And as much as Hobi could go his own way on things, he'd never disrespect Jin or disregard his feelings. "Do you think she'll be part of our pack one day? Is that a possibility?"

Hobi's tone brightened. "I really do! She's trying very hard, Jinnie. She's listening and learning. And I think she trusts me. I think she could trust you."

Jin conceded. "I'm not going to stop you, my love. If you want to help them, it's fine with me. But only if you're comfortable with it, and not because Yoongi is in over his head."

Hoseok felt some of the pressure lift off his chest. "Okay." He took a deep breath and sighed. "Look, I don't know if this will even happen today, let alone when. So I might be busy when you come home."

"Don't worry, love. I'll take the other boys out for dinner. We'll get our time with you later this week." Hoseok could hear the happiness in his tone, but he didn't dwell on it. Those feelings would have to wait a few days. They said their goodbyes and hung up with Hobi feeling a bit lighter. But he'd be lying if he said Jin had alleviated all his worries. 

He had permission now, but that didn't mean that he would be able to do. 

Hoseok had never been with another omega before, let alone a woman. And he knew Yoongi said it wasn't fucking, but was still intimate and sexual, and he didn't think he had any idea what to do down there, with you. He knew you weren't that different, but you were different enough for him to feel scared.

But even that wasn't the real issue that he was afraid of facing. Hoseok cared for you deeply. He wouldn't say it to your face because he's just not serious like that, but he could even think he loved you. Maybe not quite in a paternal way, but as a mentor, an older brother; as someone whose job it was to teach you about life. He didn't want to see you as an object of attraction. He didn't want to acknowledge how his heart fluttered yesterday as you tried on outfit after outfit, or how his breath catches when he sees you really smile, much less how fucking good you smell during your heat, when your scent coats the back of his throat, or how sexy your lips looked touching Yoongi's fingers this morning. Hobi wasn't ready to be attracted to you or in love with you. It wasn't on his list of things to do with you.

Footsteps on the stairs pulled Hoseok from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Jimin round the corner with his phone to his ear, giving him a remorseful look. He took his cue to go upstairs and check on how things were going. It had been about an hour since he'd left your room, and he wondered if something had happened. He opened the door quietly and poked his head in.

"Is everything okay?" He asked. 

Yoongi's attention snapped from the phone in his hand to the omega. "Yeah, fine. I was just about to text you. Jimin had to take a call from work, and I really have to go to the bathroom. Would you mind staying with her for a few minutes? She's asleep, but I don't want her to wake up alone."

"Of course. No problem," Hobi nodded. Normally, for him, there were enough packmates that he would never be left alone. Not that he couldn't be left alone, but it was a bit distressing, particularly during the headier moment of heat, to find oneself all alone. And given that this was your first heat in a while to not spend alone—your first one to spend with them—it made sense that Yoongi wouldn't want to leave you in your own. It would cause him a different kind of distress to do so. 

Yoongi gently rolled you off of his chest so that you lay on your back and he could free his arm. He got up quietly and quickly left the room. When you were alone, you rolled into your other side and whimpered softly. You bent one leg up towards your body, while the other one stuck straight out toward Hobi. He couldn't help but be fascinated by your little feet. They seemed too small to be able to carry you through the world, yet their wear and callouses showed they worked hard to do just that. Seeing how tiny they were reminded him of how quietly you moved through the house. He was still trying to learn the sounds of your footsteps and of your breathing so that he'd be able to recognize you just by that, the way he could the rest of his pack.

It wasn't a secret even though he was trying to hide it, that Hobi already thought of you as his. He'd waited a long time for an omega like you. Someone like him that he could share this pack with, through its highs and lows and day to days. 

He didn't realize he was holding onto your foot, stoking his thumb over the bulge of your ankle, until you spoke his name. 

"Hobi?" You asked, voice gravelly and thick with sleep. 

"It's just me, pup," he nodded. 

You looked around at your surroundings and noticed he was right. It was just him and you. The air around you felt cold, sending goosebumps down your arms despite your internal heat. You weakly raised a hand toward him. "Will you come lay with me?"

Hoseok swallowed and stood up slowly to walk to the edge of the bed on the side Jimin took. When he looked in your eyes, they were clearer than they had been this morning. He stood silently, looking at you, for a long moment before either of you spoke. "I've never been in your nest before, pup."

"I'm inviting you in now. Please come lay down," you said so softly he could barely hear it. 

But he took it genuinely and climbed in over the perimeter to where you laid. He settled several inches from you, but you scooted closer, forcing him to hold you. He knew you'd never do that if you weren't in your current condition, but he didn't refuse you. Instead, he managed to get one arm under your head while the other stroked up and down your back. You pressed your head into his chest and breathed in deep. 

"Have I ever told you how much I love your scent?" You asked. He shook his head, unable to form words around the sudden tightness in his chest, as if his heart and lungs were too big for his ribcage. "It's so warm and comforting to me. Your scent is on every surface in this house, and it smells like love."

Your voice was so dreamy, Hobi wasn't sure if you knew what you were saying, but it filled him with warmth regardless, and his scent fluffed around you. Your hands fisted around his shirt, and you buried your face in him. He liked you like this, uninhibited, taking what you wanted and needed without feeling shy. It was easy to wrap his arms around you and hold you closer. He could only hope you felt as safe with him as you truly were.

Yoongi returned pleasantly surprised to find both of his omegas tangled up in your nest. You had already fallen back asleep and Hobi appeared to be studying every hair on your head. His eyes turned up to meet Yoongi's and the alphas wide smile broke across his face. 

"You certainly made yourself at home," Yoongi teased as he closed the door. 

"She invited me."

"I know you wouldn't be here if she hadn't." 

"What are you looking at?" Hoseok asked when Yoongi continued to stare.

"Just enjoying this moment. Jin would be so jealous if he knew what I had all to myself right now."

Hobi rolled his eyes. "It's not a competition."

"We're alphas. It's always a competition."

Yoongi placed his knees behind your back and leaned over you to kiss Hoseok. The omega's lips were dry, but Yoongi licked across them and they parted, letting him deepen the kiss. 

Hoseok chuckled and pulled back as much as he could in his position. "What are you doing?"

Yoongi shrugged and moved to lay behind you. "Just telling you I love you." He laid his hand on the curve of your side. "She idolizes you, you know?"

Hoseok's eyes widened. "I don't think so."

"She does. She talks about the things you teach her and tell her, like you're some revered master. She wants your approval. Even more than I think she wants mine." Yoongi's eyes roamed over your body, wondering if you heard them. 

"It's not about my approval," Hobi whispered. 

"I know that. She said to me a few weeks ago that she wants to be good so she can stay. I think she's starting to get that there isn't anything she can do that will make me send her away. But she is afraid of disappointing you. I know she isn't perfect, but don't be too hard on her, please?" Yoongi locked eyes with him, and Hobi could see his sincerity in those depths. 

"Tae mentioned earlier that she makes him feel lucky, I guess because even if he lost his family, he still knew them, and he learned enough from them not to let the world get him down. She doesn't have that. I don't want her to be exactly like me. I just don't want her to be all the things they've made her believe she is. It hurts too much. And if it hurts me, with all the advantages I have, I can't possibly imagine how much damage it does to her," Hobi concluded. He gently brushed hair out of your face with the lightest of touches, relieved to see that you were still soundly asleep. 

Before Yoongi could find any way to respond, the door opened once again and Jimin entered.

"Is everything okay?" Yoongi asked.

"Everything is fine. Just some alphas who need to work their shit out, but it's not my problem today, and that's what I told them." Jimin climbed over the chest at the end of the bed and up to the perimeter of your nest. 

"They gave you a hard time?"

Jimin shook his head. "Taehyung on the other hand…well he's getting very sweaty in the backyard right now, and it was a little distracting," he giggled.

"I'm sorry for taking your spot, but I dont think I'm allowed to move," Hobi said without an ounce of remorse.

Jimin shrugged as he moved over the perimeter and laid at the bottom of your nest. "I'm fine right here."

Alpha.

You'd been asleep for a long time. It was your primary mechanism for getting through your heats when you couldn't avoid them. If you were sleeping, you might have bad dreams, but you could avoid the physical sensations associated with your condition. Your sleep since last night had been relatively peaceful, which you could only contribute to the soothing scents of your pack and even hobi, which surrounded you as you slept. But now Yoongi was missing from your nest, and you needed him. 

Not just needed him there, but you needed him. 

Need alpha's knot now. Please. Your tiny voice in your head begged. You could feel it, the ache between your legs. You could feel the thick, warm slick leaking from you, ready and waiting for your alpha to give you what was yours.

"Alpha," you whined brokenly, alerting the others that you were awake. You had begun to murmur his name a little while ago, seeking him out with your hands and your mouth before you were conscious enough to make a real effort. Hoseok could see that you were now. "Where's alpha," you cried.

"I'm over here, princess," Yoongi breathed from the chair in the corner where he sat, apart from you, but still keeping watch. 

"In the nest," you whined. 

"I can't be with you right now. I'm sorry," he told you. If you were fully yourself, you'd be able to hear the regret in his voice, but you didn't. 

"Why? Give me a knot, alpha. Promise I'll be good. Just need your knot."

Yoongi's hands gripped the arms of the chair until his knuckles turned white. "I wish I could, baby." You began to cry, and the sight of your tears made him ache in a way so much stronger than the strain in his muscle to keep himself off of you. He knew it would be hard to deny himself, but he didn't know how hard it would be to deny you. "Hobi, Jimin, please," he croaked.

Suddenly a hand on your ankle grabbed your attention. You looked down and could make out Jimin's face through your tears.

"It's okay, sweet thing. Hobi and I are going to make you feel better," he said soothingly.

"Alpha…doesn't want me."

A growl came low from Yoongi's corner, but you didn't get a chance to look in his direction because another hand was holding your face and demanding your gaze. 

"That isn't true," Hobi said firmly. "Your alpha wants you too much for his own good. But he's doing this for you. He cares for you so much, he doesn't want to hurt you. You'll understand when this is all over."

If possible, your features turned even more sad. "When will it be over?" You rasped.

He wiped away your tears with his thumbs. "Hold on for me a while longer, little one. Can Jimin and I help you?" 

"Help?"

"We can help make the aching go away. But you have to stop crying first," he told you softly as he continued to dry your cheeks.

You sniffed and scrunched your face, as if you were physically shutting off the tears. Your eyes finally cleared and you looked at Hobi expectantly. "I'll do anything."

He smiled as if he were amused and kissed your cheek. "Good girl. We're gonna make you feel nice and full, okay?"

You gave a muted squeak of excitement. "First let Jimin take off your shorts, okay?" 

You nodded and laid back on the nest. Hobi moved away from you, which startled you at first, but Jimin distracted you with his hands, gliding them smoothly up your legs from your ankles to your hips. He hovered over you to capture your mouth with a kiss. His lips were warm and wet. His kiss wasn't shy or chaste, but messy and ravenous as he licked into your mouth. His fingers dug into your thighs as you kissed him back. You lifted your hips up when he gripped your waistband and pulled the shorts down your legs without taking his mouth from yours. Meanwhile, Hoseok got up to grab the smaller of the two fake knots they had prepared for you. When he returned, Jimin redirected his mouth to your neck, giving you soft sucking kisses.

"Okay, little one." He held the plug in front of your face. "This little knot is all yours. I'll help you put it in, and you can keep it as long as you want."

He could see you were a little confused. You looked to your alpha, who was still holding himself back, but looked a little more at ease. Instead of digging into the upholstery, he held his fist around the pair of shorts Jimin had tossed his way.

"Go on, princess. Let alpha see how pretty you look when you're full," he said, his voice coming from deep in his gut. 

"Let us see, sweet thing," Jimin hummed in your ear. "You'll feel so nice."

You turned your eyes to Hoseok and nodded your consent.

"If you want a knot, you'll have to ask for it, pup," he said evenly. He was teasing, but he also wanted to make sure you really wanted it.

"Please, please give me a knot," you begged pitifully, rubbing your thighs together as you continued to ache for it. "I need to feel it. Please."

Jimin lapped hungrily at the scent gland under your chin while Hobi moved to your lower half. "You've never smelled sweeter, sweet thing. I wanna eat you up," Jimin teased, making you giggle, distracting you from Hoseok prying your legs apart.

Hoseok can say unequivocally that he's never been this close to a pussy in his life—with the singular exception of when he was born. He was surprised to find himself thinking how cute you are. Your sweet little hole didn't really look like his, but you were just as wet and messy and sweet as he gets. Your labia were puffy and he was sure they ached to feel relief. He took a deep breath to steady himself before he dared to touch his fingers to the rim of your entrance. At the lightest pressure, you clenched around nothing, and Hoseok felt the most unexpected shock of arousal ring through him. He didn't need to think before he pushed the tips of his two middle fingers inside of you. It might be more prudent to start with one, but you were in heat and you were more than ready to take him.

Your answering moan filled the room, and Hoseok was glad that Jin took the others out for dinner because you sounded so heavenly, he didn't think the three of them would be able to stop the other four from barging in.

"Such a pretty sound for me, baby," Jimin cooed while Yoongi melted in his chair, wishing he could be closer, but so happy to hear you were being pleased. 

Hoseok pushed one more finger past your slick walls and nearly moaned himself when he felt you squeeze around him.

"You're doing great, little one," he praised as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, feeling your muscles loosen little by little. "Are you ready to take your knot, pup?" He asked when he felt like you'd opened up enough. He took your garbled moan and the way you clenched as a yes.

Hobi spread some of your slick from his fingers onto the plug, though it was hardly necessary. Your hole was dripping with it, and he had felt you gush onto his hand before. He looked up to see your face.

"It might hurt for a second, little one. Tell me to stop if you want me to stop," he instructed, and you nodded your head.

Jimin trailed his mouth down to your breast, pulling down your top to expose a perky little nipple, which he sucked into his mouth. Hobi rubbed the head of the plug over your entrance to coat it with your slick before he slowly pushed it inside of you. Your moans were deep and throaty, and he had to bite back his own arousal as your walls closed in around the silicone head. Despite his fears of hurting you, the toy slid in easily until it was buried fully inside you. It wasn't as long as a real knot, and it didn't have quite the same girth as your alpha, but it fit snugly within your walls, and he could tell it was doing just what they'd wanted when you let out a happy sigh.

Hoseok came to lie at your side and turned your face so he could see your eyes. They were fully glassy and happy as they rolled to look at him. Your debauched expression threatened to steal the better part of his sanity.

"How does that feel, little one?" He breathed. 

"So full," you answered and your body wriggled beneath them, but there seemed to be some words hanging, left unsaid, but Hoseok didn't quite know what.

"You can touch yourself, if you want to, sweet thing," Jimin rasped in your ear.

Don't you dare.

You shut your eyes tight and shook your head. "Can't," you hiccuped. 

Understanding dawned on Hoseok and he touched your face. "Look at me," he ordered and you obeyed. "You're doing so well, little one. Such a good little omega for us. You can do it."

You shook your head again. "Can't. Bad," you choked out. "Bad."

"No, pup."

"Let me in," Yoongi said, suddenly standing over Hoseok's shoulder.

"Yoongi…"

"I'm not going to do anything I said I wouldn't," Yoongi argued, but his eyes were locked with yours. "Let me hold her." 

"Alpha," you whispered, holding a hand out to him, and Hobi had no choice but to relinquish his spot beside you, though he didn't move far.

"I've got you, princess," he soothed when he was pressed to your side with one arm behind your head. "Does it feel good to be so filled up?"

You nodded your head into him, seeking out his neck and his thick scent. But he wouldn't let you turn into him. 

"I know, baby. You were made for this. Your body does it so well. But you don't feel totally better yet, do you, princess?"

"No."

Yoongi smiled and kissed your forehead. Taking your hand he murmured, "here, let me show you. It's not bad. It will feel good. You've been so perfect, princess. I want you to feel the best you can."

With his hand covering yours, he guided you down between your legs. He brought your fingers far enough to feel the silicone base of the plug where it was buried inside of you.

"Do you feel that, baby? Alpha gave you that. Do you like it?" He purred in your ear. You whimpered and nodded your head, utterly incapable of forming words with the way his body, his scent and his voice wrapped around your being. 

Pulling your hand back just a little, he pressed your fingers to the puffy, sensitive flesh just above. You mewled in pleasure, moving your hips as you squeezed around the knot. He began to circle your fingers around your bud, appreciating the delicate sounds of satisfaction you made as he guided you. When you moaned, Jimin reclaimed your mouth with a kiss, claiming your sounds for his own. Yoongi left his hand on yours but let you set the pace while at the same time letting his other hand cup your breast, squeezing it harshly. Another set of hands—they must have been Hobi's—held your legs apart when they threatened close so that he could continue you watch as you pleasured yourself. When your moans got higher and he knew you were close, Yoongi pressed his fingers down on yours, adding pressure and ensuring you didn't give up until you reached completion.

"Almost there, princess. You've done so well for me. Come for me, and you can keep my knot in you as long as you want," he urged, and you followed where his words and fingers led you, over the edge and into a chasm of pleasure.

Watching you spasm around the knot took Hoseok's breath away. He'd never imagined or wondered what that might be like, but he thought it was beautiful. He wanted to give you orgasm after orgasm just to see your pussy take it again and again. Your legs wanted to close, and he let them. You curled into Yoongi, taking gasping breaths as he held you tightly to his chest and whispered soft praises. Jimin stroked his hand down your side and up again. 

By the time Hoseok had cleaned you up with a warm, wet cloth, you were falling asleep in Yoongi's arms once again, the plug still tucked safely away inside of you and a satisfied smile on your lips.

"I'll go get dinner ready. I'm guessing we're all pretty much starving," Hobi said softly, gathering a few things to take out with him to tidy up the place.

As he opened the door, Yoongi transfered you into Jimin's arms. Luckily, you didn't wake, and Yoongi followed the other omega into the hall. Hoseok was just entering your bathroom when Yoongi went in with him.

"What's wrong, Yoongi?" He asked, looking at him with startled eyes. The alpha was disheveled and his eyes were still dark with lust, something Hobi found irresistible.

"Nothing,"Yoongi breathed heavily. "I just wanted to say thank you. You didn't have to help, but you did, so thanks."

Hoseok smirked. "I didn't do it for you, alpha."

"I know. But I wouldn't have been able to get through it without you."

Hoseok's eyes grew darker, his smile more mocking. "Did you get through it, alpha? Looks like you're still pretty worked up to me." He trailed his fingers down Yoongi's chest. 

Yoongi's breath turned ragged as Hoseok stepped closer. "Can you blame me?"

"No. It was certainly eye opening," the omega purred. He gripped the front of Yoongi's shirt and pulled him closer. Their lips crashed as he shut the bathroom door. 

Yoongi's hands went to the other man's hair as he was pushed against the door. Hobi's teeth nipped the white flesh of yoongi's neck as he palmed fervently at his thick knot, trapped uncomfortably in the confines of his gray sweatpants.

"It's cruel, you know, to flaunt a knot like that in front of an omega."

"I don't need to flaunt anything to drive you crazy, do I, Hobi?"

"You think I'm worked up because of you?" He chuckled and pulled Yoongi's cock free. "Think again, buddy."

"Are you into my omega?" Yoongi smiled against his lips. Nimble fingers pulled a sigh from him. 

"I've certainly been into her more than you have."

Yoongi threw his head back with a short laugh. "Trying to make me jealous?"

"Would that get you to shut the hell up and fuck me?"

Yoongi turned the omega around and pinned him to the wall. "That's what you want, omega? Should make you beg for my knot, huh?"

"I'm not opposed. Poor little thing doesn't know what she's missing, though," he smiled as Yoongi shoved down both their pants. "She's so small and tight, alpha. That plug isn't nearly as big as you. Wonder if she can take it."

"Maybe you can show her how to take it next time," Yoongi growled as his fingers found Hoseok's hole. "Fuck, you're wet."

"Not as wet as she was. The sweet little cunt on your omega. Never seen anything like it." A wordless growl echoed off the walls of the bathroom, answered by Hoseok's high pitched moans as Yoongi's fingers found the right spot. "Fuck! Enough. Want your knot alpha. Give me everything you can't give her."

"Don't want to hurt you," Yoongi said, voice gravelly. 

"You won't. I know I can take you. Need you, alpha."

Yoongi didn't waste a moment. He pulled Hoseok's hips out, forcing his chest down, so he could align himself at his wet, pink entrance. Once he entered him, he plunged into Hobi's depths with ease. The omega braced himself against the wall as his alpha set a brutal pace. His cries of pleasure were not quiet, but only you and Jimin were there to hear, and you were dead to the world. 

"Fuck, yes. Have to teach her to take you like this. Would you like that, alpha? Want me to teach her everything I know?"

"Ah," Yoongi groaned as Hobi clenched around him, his slick making a mess of them both and dripping down his legs. "Don't think she'd ever learn to talk like you. You've got a whore's mouth, you know that?"

"You love it."

"I do. Now shut the fuck up so I can come. I'm fucking close, baby." 

Hoseok stayed stone still while Yoongi pounded into him, burying himself to the hilt when his knot began to inflate and he came with tired breaths. 

"Are you okay, baby?" Yoongi asked, stroking down his omegas back as he waited. These moments when he connected to his mates were always the most clear, filled with tenderness and love, no matter what words or deeds had brought them there. 

"Feel perfect, Yoon. You always make me feel so good. Missed you." 

"I'm sorry. I know I've been distracted lately." He pressed a soft kiss to Hobi's spine as an apology. 

Hobi shook his head as he leaned heavily against the wall. "Didn't say it to make you feel sorry. It's been a while since we had a moment like that. Like that I can be free with you. Makes things so fun."

"We do tend to have fun," Yoongi agreed. "Come here," he said softly when his knot had deflated. He brought Hoseok to the edge of the bathtub and began to fill it with warm water. Then he helped him in and got in behind him, letting the omega lay his back against his chest. 

"You don't have to stay here with me. I know you're probably anxious to get back to her," Hobi told him after they'd been sitting in the water for a few minutes.

"I am, but I'm not anxious to leave you. The truth is, I've missed you too. I know things never quite went back to usual and now, things will never be the way they were. I feel a little…guilty." Yoongi cupped water in his hand and let it wash down his lover's chest. 

"Don't. It's true, she'll change everything. But everything wasn't so good. Maybe it was a change we needed. I believe it will be for the best, in the end."

Yoongi hummed. "I also feel guilty because I won't be there for your heat."

"I know," Hobi answered, dragging his fingers up the legs that encircled him. "It's not a big deal. I have everyone else. It's not a big thing to me anymore. You need to focus on her."

"I love you, you know that?" 

"I do. And I love you too."

After quickly washing, the pair left the tub, lingering a bit longer over each other's bodies as they dried off before they fetched new pajamas. 

"Go on and be with her," Hoseok told him at the top of the stairs. "I'm gonna go put together something to eat, and I'll be there soon."

Yoongi slipped back into your room, quickly meeting the eyes of a very smug looking Jimin. 

"What?"

"Did you enjoy yourself?" Jimin asked as he petted down your arm. 

Yoongi scoffed. "Did you? Why are you both shirtless? Is she still asleep?" 

You moaned and turned a fraction toward his voice as he climbed back into the nest. 

"She took her shirt off herself and it seemed rude not to join her. She gave me a couple hickies, too, so now we really match. Isn't that right, sweet thing?" Jimin asked with a light pinch to your side. 

You giggled softly. "Mini nice."

"What did you do to her?" Yoongi asked with a smile as you turned to him with a bright, if dazed, one of your own. 

"Nothing. It's just the hormones. She seems to be enjoying all the touching."

You managed to move onto your knees, tottering a bit when the plug moved, but you kept it from slipping out. "No," you said with a cute but firm pout as you tugged at the hem of Yoongi's shirt. 

"You want my shirt off, too, princess?" Yoongi asked innocently. You nodded and continued to pull. "That's no problem." He tugged the garment over his head and threw it onto the chest where your extra blankets were stored. Then he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you against him. "Better?"

You nodded and maneuvered yourself into his lap, pushing him into a reclining position with you on his chest. 

"My alpha," you whispered after you rested your cheek against his shoulder. Yoongi's heart stuttered, feeling at once the weight and the joy of the trust you placed in him.

Fool. You let them make you feel safe. But they're just preparing you to breed. They'll need to know if you can handle it. Why else would Hobi be there? He needs a baby, and he's going to get it from you. 

You had awoken to a dark room. Your packmates slept beside you. Only a few hours ago had they decided they were ready to sleep and helped you get cleaned and ready for a good night's sleep. You'd kept the plug in for hours until you felt truly sated. But already you were feeling the emptiness ache at you. Your voices had no problem filling the void. 

Would that be the worst thing? I need it. Need alpha.

And when you fail? Will he still be your good alpha then? Or worse, what if you die this time?

"Stop it. Shut up!" You called out without thinking.

Yoongi, who had turned on his side away from you, flipped over in an instant. "What's wrong? What happened?" 

To his horror, you pulled away, just like you did your first time with them, until you collided with Jimin on your other side. "What do you want?"

Yoongi's voice softened in the darkness, although you couldn't see more than a shadowy figure. "Nothing, princess. Just want to make sure you're okay. Did you have a nightmare?"

"No."

A light clicked on behind you. Yoongi's features were soft but full of worry. He held his hands open to show you he wasn't a threat. But the dissonance of the danger your mind wanted you to fear and the gentle man in front of you made your head buzz. You struggled to make sense of what was real and what was your imagination. Was it possible that Yoongi was truly a good man who kept his promises and wouldn't hurt you? Or were your voices correct, warning you that his behavior was all to lure you into security so he could do what he wanted with you? Sometimes, your own brain could be your biggest enemy, but there was no denying that it often tried to keep you out of danger as well. 

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder, followed by soft lips on your warm back. You jerked away, scrambling backward and almost over the edge of the bed. Yoongi caught onto the only part of you he could reach, your leg, to keep you from falling. In the light, he could see that your eyes were the clearest they had been all day, and yet they were full of fear. Fear of them. He let go of you immediately. 

"Baby, everything is okay. You're safe. You're at home with us," he tried to ground you with his voice, afraid that touching you would make things worse. 

He could do it now. He'll push you down into the mattress and make you submit. And then he'll–

Yoongi watched you close your eyes as you tried to shut out the voices. He gotten better at recognizing when they filled your mind and confused you with paranoid thoughts. 

"Princess, listen to my voice." You opened your eyes to peer at him, and your gaze was heartbreaking. "I'm here, not them. They're only in your head. Tell me what they're saying."

Your lips trembled as you hesitated. It was the same thing he had heard a dozen times. The same thing you thought about every day. You didn't want to tell him again, but his words were a command, and you couldn't resist giving him an answer. 

"You're–" Your voice cracked from so much disuse and you cleared it to begin again. "You're making me f-feel safe but really y-you're preparing to breed me again."

Yoongi frowned but tried to squash his disappointment. He wanted nothing more than for you to trust him. He thought he'd done everything to prove he was worth it. But he should have known trauma wasn't so easy to erase. After all, it was the family that raised for sixteen years that first taught you to be wary of security. He took a steadying breath and looked you in the eye. 

"I made you a promise, Y/N. It was my first promise and I won't break it. Have I given you any reason to think I would?" You shook your head without hesitation. "Do you trust me?"

You wanted to. You were almost certain you did. You nodded your head. 

"Good. You can trust me. I know that these voices have tried to keep you safe in the past, based on your experiences. But this is not your past. It won't be the same, and if you trust me, you need to believe that."

You thought about his words for a moment, and they felt right. The past few weeks were like nothing you had experienced ever in your life. There had been so much safety, and honesty, and affection that it looked like something out of a fantasy. And maybe that's what made it so hard to believe in, but you knew that it was real. Yoongi was real, while the malicious whispers in your head were only that. They were less than air. 

Suddenly, you crawled forward, straight into Yoongi's chest. You felt his arms wrap around you immediately and began to weep. 

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I got confused. Don't be mad," you cried into the shelter of his body.

He shushed you as he held you tight, rubbing circles on your lower back with a firm hand. "It's okay, princess. I told you that I would always tell you what's real. What you feel now, my arms around you. This is real. Out here is real. Everything is okay."

Yoongi let you cry yourself out on his chest, unbothered by his damp shirt. Jimin cuddled close, too, wrapping an extra arm around your trembling figure to shield you from any more worry, if only for tonight.

A/n: Wow. It's been like, over a year since I wrote any smut, and I've been very anxious about it. I would love to hear any small thing you liked about any of this chapter. I think Hobi was the shining star of her heat, tbh. I love him an indescribable about.

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enha hyung line reaction to reader wanting to try out (consented ofc) somnophilia

Enhypen Hyungline's reaction to you wanting to try Consented Somnophilia  ⋆⁺ ☾ ⁺⋆₊ ☁︎ ⋆⁺₊

A/n : Hi Anon! Thanks for requesting :)) I hope I did a good job writing it! Omg, I just have to say thankyou for all the love that y'all gave me on my last post! Thankyou to whoever liked, reblogged or followed! I appreciate you all sm <333

Pairing : EnhaHyungLine X Fem!reader

Warning : Somnophilia (sexual acts when one partner isn't conscious), penetrative sex, sleepy sex, grinding, oral (f anf m receiving), fingering, kisses, handjob. Jake's a little bit longer 🤭 not because I have preferences tho

Word Count : 2,003 words (word count mentioned on each one :)

Masterlist - Tips

Heeseung - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(423 words)

He would be lying in bed one day, with your head on his chest, staring at the ceiling when you suddenly popped a question that made his brain think.

"have you ever heard of Somnophilia?" You asked him out of nowhere. He blinked his tired eyes as he thought. "You mean fucking while sleeping?" He asked back bluntly.

"Kinda yeah" you replied nervously playing with his fingers. "Why? You wanna try it sometime?" he questions, now looking down at you.

You looked up at him "Maybe...? only if you'd let me" you answered, looking at him hopefully. "Yeah sure, now I'd also like to try it" he chuckles sleepily.

///

After giving you his consent, you couldn't stop thinking about it. Until one night, you had made plans for morning. The second you woke up, earlier than usual, and earlier than him, your horny ass got to work.

You pulled the covers off of you and reached for Heeseung, who was laying on his back, still deep in sleep. You placed a soft kiss to his lips and pulled the covers down to his ankles.

You traced your finger down his abs to his crotch, gently palming him through his pyjama pants. His face scrunched up a little as he let out a little whine, muffled with sleep.

You continued your ministrations, this time peeling his pj pants down to his ankles and settling between his opened legs, your face inches away from his shaft.

Your hand started pumping him, up and down, his cock starting to get harder as he let out small noises. He must be having a good dream you thought to yourself, his noises spurring you on even more.

Precum oozed out of his tip and you just couldn't resist getting a taste. You tongue darted out, licking a stripe on his slit, collecting all of his essence.

He tasted so damn sweet.

Then you took him into your salivating mouth, your small tongue swirling around his big dick. When his tip hit the back of your throat, he came to his senses.

The over stimulation was too much to handle, and he let out an immediate whine. Breathing heavily, he propped himself on his elbows and looked down at you taking his dick into your mouth and bobbing up and down.

He groaned as he fell back to the pillow, his hands reaching for your head. He grasped your hair gently, guiding your head up and down his cock. "Fuuuuck y/n, feels so good" he moans "K-keep going"

Jay - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(439 words)

You had brought up the topic a few weeks ago when you and Jay were watching a movie. "Have you ever thought about it?" you asked him, waiting for his reply.

"Mmm... sometimes" he had replied honestly, eyes still on the movie. "Would you like to try it?" he questioned nonchalantly. "yeah, actually" you replied, looking up at him. He was internally flowing with excitement, but he didn't show it.

///

This was the day. He had been waiting because he didn't wanna seem too excited about the situation (even though he was). He woke up about 5 am something, so that he wouldn't be late for work if it led to something else.

He rolled you sleeping figure on your back, and admired your calm expression. Next, he leaned closer to your body, his lips hovering over the soft fabric of your pyjama.

His started from you lips, giving you a chaste peck, before sliding down to your collar bones and you breasts, leaving loving kisses everywhere his lips landed.

After ghosting over your tummy, his lips where now above your core, as he pecked you, over your shorts. He slid them off in one go, along with your panties, which were already sticky with your arousal.

His pointer and middle fingers ran across your slit, collecting your juices before inserting them with ease, making you let out a soft noise. He massaged your insides with the pads of his fingers, watching as you subconsciously arched your back off of the mattress.

He leaned his head down and his lips finally made contact with your bare clit. He kitten-licked your sensitive nub before licking a stripe up your slit. He hummed at your sweet taste, quickly wanting more.

He spread your legs wider, his hands parting your thighs as he left kisses there too, wanting to mark you up, so you'd know where his lips kissed when you were asleep.

After licking desperately at you core and taking note of your subtle movements, he finally decided to insert his tongue inside of you, just as you woke up, your thighs beginning to shake as you felt his wet muscle inside you.

"Fuck Jay, keep going" you moaned, reaching for his hair as you tugged on it. "So fucking good"

His tongue went back up to flick at your clit, sending you into absolute pleasure. You suddenly felt warm as your thighs shook one last time before cumming on his tongue.

"Fuck you taste so good" He mumbles hurriedly, before leaning back in to lick your release. "You taste even better in the morning" he adds, sucking your core dry.

Jake - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(732 words)

Once you mentioned it, ain't no going back. Bro could swear he felt his dick twitch at the thought of having sex while he was asleep or vice versa. It turned him on but he wouldn't admit it.

"I'll think about it" he mutters to you after you've asked him. You were clearly into it and told him that he can do whatever as long as its not weird (my guy Jake be freaky).

That night he couldn't even sleep. He kept thinking about it till he actually fell asleep, after rolling in bed for a whole hour of thinking. But he didn't sleep for long. He was too turned on by the idea.

It wasn't long before he popped a boner, dreaming about you. It was the middle of the night as well, and you were snuggled back into him, your ass inconveniently pressed up against his crotch. His horny ass couldn't wait any longer.

He placed a loving kiss on your shoulder, already guilty about the fact that he was going to ruin your sleep and wake you up in the middle of the night.

His hands quickly found your waist as he pushed you further onto his erection, grinding against you ass. He hissed in pleasure and sensitivity. It felt so good and he needed to be inside you as soon as possible.

He moves closer to you and whispers into your hair softly. "Y/n I need you" his warm breath tickles your ear, making you stir in your sleep. "It hurts so bad Y/n, please" he pleads desperately, hoping that you would hear him.

One particular hard movement of his hips startles you awake, suddenly panicking as you got awoken so sudden from a dream.

"Shh shh It's just me baby" he whispers comfortingly "I got you"

"J-Jake?" you ask into the silence, suddenly feeling his prominent erection pressing into your lower back, making you gasp.

"Feel that baby? I'm so hard for you, fuck" he breathes, grinding into you once again to emphasise. "I've thought about what you said.. and I really want to try it"

You hum sleepily, rolling onto your back to look at him better. "Only if you do all the work" you mumble, making him smile at you, before pressing his lips to yours in a longer kiss.

He props himself up, so that his hands are on each side of your head and his body is on yours. He swiftly take off his sleeping shorts and gives himself a few quick strokes before uncovering your lower half as well and guiding his tip to your entrance.

He pushes into your resting figure, making you suddenly grip on his forearms as he bottoms out. Your eyes are closed, still in your sleepy aura as you squeeze his forearms every time it stings a little.

"Shh, I got you y/n, trust me" he whispers, thrusting in you at a slower and gentler pace. He can feel you weakly clenching around him, enough to make his eyes roll back in pleasure. His horniness wants to fuck you quick and rough, but he holds back for you.

He trust slowly, but deeply, reaching all of the good spots inside you. "Fuck, you're so tight for me" he groans, as he feels his dick twitch inside of your tight walls.

You felt so warm wrapped around him, especially since you were still full of warmth from sleeping and being wrapped in the warm bed sheets.

As you lay there, almost passed out with sleep, he feels his high coming as he fucks you like you were his non-living flesh light. His dick twitches one last time before his cum squirts into you, painting your walls white.

He collapses on top of you, his face in the crook of your neck as he breathes heavily. You come back to your senses again as you feel his weight on top of you, as well as his cum spilling out of you.

"Thankyou y/n" he breathes into your neck, kissing your shoulder once he's calmed down. "Thankyou for letting me fuck you so late and I'm so sorry for waking you up" he rises his head and kisses your temple. "I needed that badly" he whispers one last time before getting off of you to clean you up.

perhaps sleepy sex wasn't the worst after all.

Sunghoon - ⋆⁺₊⋆

(409 words)

Sunghoon remained quiet when you mentioned that you'd like to try somnophilia one day. It's not that he hated the idea, he just didn't want disturb your sleep or you disturb his. He was comfortable with the idea of you touching him while he sleeps, he just didn't want to wake up :(.

When you looked at him expectantly, he sighed. "Maybe we can give it a try" after all it was only going to happen once, unless he really liked it.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't think about it that night. He was already planning it out in his head, even when you kissed him goodnight.

But little did he know, that you were quicker than he was.

He had planned to make a move any day that he felt extra needy throughout the week. He planned to go a whole week without masturbating and save it for a fine night in the weekend.

But your horny self had woken up that exact night that you two had talked about it, feeling hot and bother, slick coating your panties.

You looked at his sleeping figure, admiring his side profile and the way his chest rose and fell peacefully. You ran a finger down the valley of his abs and soon landed on his crotch, feeling him up from his sleeping pants.

His eyebrows furrowed, making you bite your lip at his cute action. Soon enough he started to get harder, you doing him a favour and sliding down his pants to his thighs along with his underwear, freeing his previously confined length.

Now that his pants weren't in the way, your hand glided up and down his cock, smearing the precum that spilled from his tip. You stroked quicker, making him stir in his sleep from the rough movements. But he didn't wake up just yet.

You suddenly felt his cock twitch in your hand and with a low grunt, his cum was squirting out of his tip, landing covering your hand and even reaching his stomach.

The sudden orgasm woke made him blink his eyes open and he feels the white liquid on his lower tummy. He looks at you and groans, leaning his head back on the pillow.

"Fuckkk" he curses "I made a mess" he adds, sighing.

"You giggle at him "You're such a deep-sleeper Hoon!"

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Prized Shrimp (Floyd x GN!Reader)

Note: Happy (early) Birthday to @floydleeches . I love you with all my heart <3 <3 <3 Thank you for making my life better than it's ever been before.

You honestly didn’t know what to expect. Volleyball wasn’t the most cutthroat sport - even so, you worried about the teams that made up the game. There were two in total, each student separated into one or the other via a sort of raffle. You supposed it was better to draw sticks than have everyone fight over who was on what team. Maybe Coach Vargas did have a good head on his shoulders…was that bad to say? It didn’t matter either way. It’s not like anyone could read your thoughts - well, you don’t think.

You brushed aside the troubling thought in favor of watching the game. As of now, the score was set at a tie. It was anyone’s game - it was so close a small audience had gathered to watch. Aside from a brief timeout due to a wayward strike thanks to Kalim - he almost hit a professor! - everything seemed to be going well. From behind you, you could hear several of your fellow classmates exchanging bets. You glanced to the side to see that even Lilia was getting in on the madol pool. Silver was too far into dreamland to stop his father, and Malleus was too preoccupied by his ice cream. 

“Would you like to place a bet, [y/n]?” Jade startled you a bit, having appeared beside you from nowhere. In his hand he held a silver platter, stacked high with madol. Though his smile was courteous, you spied a glimmer of mischief in his eye. 

“No thanks, I’m good,” you said with a shake of your head. “I’m just here to watch.” 

“Very well.” You were surprised Jade relented so quickly; perhaps he knew your answer from the very beginning, but a certain octopus insisted he offer. As he stood, Jade turned his attention to the game. “Out of curiosity, who do you think will win?”

“Mmm…I don’t know,” you admitted. You watched as Ace, who was stuck on Rook’s team, knocked the ball over the net. “It’s a pretty close game. I never knew Rook could lead a team so well.” 

“Like me, he is a vice housewarden,” Jade commented. “It is a staple for those in such a position, and higher, to have leadership skills. A level head is also required,” he chuckled as he glanced over to the left with a smirk, “though I’m afraid not everyone is perfect.” 

You followed the man’s gaze over to someone you didn’t expect to see: Idia. He sat next to Ortho on a large blanket laid out across the sand, the hood of his jacket pulled tightly over his head. His little brother’s eyes sparkled as he cheered for his fellow students - knowing him, he held no team preference. You supposed Jade referred to Idia, not Ortho, when he made that statement. I mean, Idia’s dorm hadn’t spiraled into chaos yet, so he must be doing a good job. …But how much of that was Ortho’s doing? You felt kinda bad for how little faith you held in Idia’s capabilities in that brief moment. 

“How many bets have we accumulated?” You looked over your shoulder to watch Azul approach the two of you. He wore a straw sunhat - it looked to be of high quality. So the head had gotten to him. Floyd wasn’t pulling your leg when he joked about it earlier. 

“Thirty,” Jade replied to his housewarden. “I just stopped to have a brief chat with our favorite prefect before I went to fetch more.” Should you be worried about being their favorite? Possibly. 

You witnessed the almost evil smirk that spread across Azul’s face. “Very good. Thank you, Jade.” Jade gave a small nod before he wandered off to collect more madol. He barely made it a few steps before he was stopped by a few first years, each adding some amount of madol to the silver platter. Well, you hoped it was worth it. Your attention was dragged back by Azul as he sighed. 

“Hot, isn’t it?” 

“Mhm,” you mumbled as you took a big sip from your water bottle. “I heard it’s supposed to be the hottest day of the week. I’m happy I bought that extra protective sunscreen the other day - I don’t want to end up like a lobster.” 

“I agree.” The housewarden suppressed a laugh as he added, “Like Riddle the weekend before.” 

You winced at the memory. You first heard it from Ace and Deuce, but their words did Riddle’s state no justice. The poor guy…you were glad he recovered the other day. You couldn’t imagine how painful that was. “Leave him alone,” you lightly scolded. “You’d be worse off if you were sunburned. Floyd told me about the time when you got sunburned when you were-” 

“And I’ll demand you stop there,” Azul hissed. He now glared daggers into Floyd, who paid him no mind as Leona served the ball and slapped it over to his side of the sand. “May I remind you we’re in public?” 

“Yeah, I know,” you retorted. “So just as Riddle wouldn’t want you laughing about him getting burned, you wouldn’t want me or Floyd telling everyone about that little incident from your childhood.” 

To blackmail the blackmailer was a tricky game - one you had mastered through trial and error. Thankfully you garnered a few pointers from a certain eel in the past to make the process easier. Azul nearly pouted as he crossed his arms and avoided your gaze. “Fine.” 

Before you could say another word, whether mock or further reprimand, you heard Rook yell out, “Floyd!” It was so odd to hear Rook refer to the second year by his name; it certainly caught not just yours, but everyone else’s attention. You focused back on the game just in time to watch the volleyball hurtle straight for Floyd. The eel grinned as he jumped up and spiked the ball, saving his team from a sure loss if the volleyball had hit the ground. The hit was so powerful it shot back over the neck with lightning speed. Though Leona, Deuce, Jack, and their other teammates tried to hit it back, it was no use. You watched in awe as the ball slammed into the sand over the drawn line of Leona’s side of the court. 

Vargas blew his whistle the moment the ball made contact. “That’s the game!” he announced. 

Before Vargas could even declare the obvious winner, Rook, Ace, Floyd, and their comrades erupted in victorious hollars. Though each teammate congratulated the other, it was clear who was the star of the celebration. Floyd received pats on the back, punches to the bicep and shoulder, and even a few side hugs. When Ace came up to give him a high-five, Floyd instead hoisted him up in his arms and spun him around like a ragdoll. Instant regret on the redhead’s part. You watched as he almost melted down to the sand once Floyd released him, lying face up on the ground as he tried to get his bearings again. No harm in going to help the poor guy out. 

“You okay,” you asked through a laugh as you stared down at Ace. 

“‘M fine,” he practically garbled. He blinked a few times - when he could see straight, he noticed the hand you offered out to him. He took it and you helped him up. He shook his head as he got back on his feet, mumbling, “Seven, I hate when he does that.” 

“He does that a lot?”

“Whenever we win a game in basketball, yeah.” Ace’s gaze flicked over to the left; as you followed it, you saw Deuce headed in your direction. That shit-eating grin that was so, well, Ace Trappola was back as he teased, “How’s it feel to be on the losing team?”

“Not that bad,” Deuce shrugged with a smile. Ace seemed a little disappointed by the answer. Aww, poor thing couldn’t rub it in Deuce’s face. What a shame. “You guys played really well!” 

Rook heard Deuce’s praise, he couldn’t help but turn in his direction and give a little bow. “Merci, Monsieur Spade! Your team played most beautifully as well. The way you dove to bounce back the ball at the beginning, how Roi des Lions lead your flock with such grace - and how mighty Fler-a-bras’s form throughout! Ah!” Rook swooned, one hand on his heart and the back of the other pressed to his sweaty forehead. “Ravissant!~ 

Ace leaned over to you to whisper, “I’m gonna vomit if he keeps going.” 

“Soooo, what’s our prize?” Your mind spun with how much your focus was being tossed to and fro. It was dizzying how many people were talking to you and around you all at once. Even so, you managed to direct your attention to Floyd, whose question was directed to Vargas. “We gotta get a prize, right?” A few of his other teammates perked up their ears - human, beastman, merman, and fae alike - at the mention of a reward for their hard work. They, including Ace, made a little huddle around Floyd, all eyes now on Vargas. 

“Of course!” the coach affirmed. “You all get a prize for your hard work.” Now even the losing team was paying attention. Leona stopped his stride away from the net (not everyone could be a good loser) to listen; Jack stalled in wiping the sweat from his nape. Vargas wasn’t really one to give out consolation prizes to the losers, so this was a rare treat indeed! “The prize is…” Vargas paused for effect - every head, from audience to teams, craned forward in anticipation. 

“The valuable bond you established with your teammates!” 

Fucking really?! 

That was the thought you shared with almost everyone in attendance. Even the staff who watched on the sidelines (minus Crowley - one could only guess where he was) gave Vargas a collective bombastic side eye. The coach seemed to not fathom why everyone was so disappointed. 

“That’s some bullshit, dude,” one student complained from within the large group of - now former - volleyball players. 

“Language!” At least half of those students, some even from the audience, collectively shrunk back at the sound of Trein’s commanding voice. 

“This was a team exercise,” Vargas said in his defense, hands on his hips. “I will be sure to give you all extra credit for your efforts once we return to campus.” 

“Laaaame,” Floyd groaned. “I want something better! You don’t have food or some cool sh-stuff or something?” Nice save, you thought. 

“If you mean give you junk food or some other thing to rot your muscles, that’s a no, Mr. Leech.” You were sure the term was ‘rot your brain’, but okay. Sure. 

Though Floyd seemed to relent, although reluctantly, other students continued to argue. Ace was among that throng; Rook and Jack seemed okay with the outcome, while Sebek busied himself with seeing if Lilia and Malleus needed anything. Leona was long gone to some other part of the beach, Deuce himself now collapsed on his own towel. You turned to see Jade passing out madol to those who won their bet, while Azul smiled gleefully as he explained again and again the terms of the bet to ruffled losers. Of course, you supposed Azul had betted on Floyd and was very happy to reap the spoils. If it were the other way around, he’d have turned the rules in his favor. You were honestly surprised Divus and Trein had nothing to say about the gambling. 

All this distraction around you caused you to miss the grin that creeped up Floyd’s lips. Sharp teeth glinted in the sun as his heterochromic eyes focused on one thing - one person. He glanced back at Vargas and asked, “Coach, if I find a prize I want, can I get it?” 

Ignoring the several students that still tried to plead their case, Vargas shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose so.” He jutted his finger in Floyd’s direction. “But if I catch you eating junk, you’re doing laps around the campus for a week!” 

“No problem~” Floyd crooned, no longer looking at the P.E teacher. He’d set his sights back on his chosen prize - his prey. “I’ve got juuuuust the thing I want.”

You were about to go and check on Deuce, who was currently pouring water over his head, when you were suddenly hoisted into the air. A shrill yelp ripped from your throat as your stomach flopped at the quick rise of your body. Two large hands held you up, gripped under your arms as you were held up like a dog - or a little beast you messed with sometimes. “My prize is Shrimpy!~” Floyd declared from behind you with glee. He paid no mind to the way you flailed once you realized just who had you in their grasp. “They’re not junk - not for me, anyway.” 

“Floyd, put me down!” you begged. 

“Nnnnope!” Floyd giggled as he turned you around to face him. “Look at you wigglin’ around. So cute! We’re gonna have lots of fun, Shrimpy~” Floyd peeked over your shoulder to make eye contact with Vargas. “Right, coach?” 

You strained your neck to look back at Vargas. Your eyes silently pleaded with him to tell Floyd to put you down. That was not what you got. “Mhn,” he shrugged again, “I’ll allow it.” 

No mercy for you, it seemed. Next thing you knew, you were tossed over Floyd’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist as he began to carry you away. You looked about to try and find someone to help you. Rook wouldn’t - he’d be more likely to join in on the fun than anything. Ace was too preoccupied with trying to convince Vargas, more likely digging himself into his own set of laps. Deuce seemed to now be fast asleep, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. Jade and Azul would certainly be of no help, and the other teachers were too focused on keeping the rowdy losers - betters and players alike - under control. 

As you and Floyd began to pass a dark green towel, shielded by a humongous umbrella, you thought of your last hope of escape. Malleus! There was no other man willing to protect you. Your gaze soon beheld the tall fae, so already sat on his knees on the towel, looking ready to bolt up and take off after you. Your eyes met, chartreuse to [eye color], and you thanked the Seven that there was clear determination within those slitted orbs. But then you spied Lilia grab Malleus by the wrist, hold gentle yet firm. The older fae whispered something into the prince’s pointed ear - to your horror, he sat back on the towel. 

“Malleus??” you whisper-yelled. The only answer you received was the most pitiful apologetic look that ever graced his elegant features. Lilia, on the other hand, smiled gaily and wiggled his fingers in a goodbye. His expression was almost mischievous, in a way - like he knew something you didn’t. Silver just roused from sleep from behind him, and Sebek paid you no mind as he lectured the young man for his sleepiness. You realized it then: There was no help coming for you. You weren’t necessarily scared…nervous was a term, however. 

“What should we do first, huh, Shrimpy?” Floyd asked. Was he actually giving you options? “We could go eat, make sandcastles, do some diving, wrestle around,” he paused, and you could practically hear the smirk upon his face, “ooooorr we could go swimming~” 

“I-I’m actually kinda hungry.” As if to help your cause, your stomach growled just as the word ‘hungry’ left your lips. 

“Awww, is your tummy rumblin’?~” Floyd cooed. “Okay, we’ll go get something to eat!” Floyd abruptly turned in the direction of a food and drink stand at the edge of the beach. You were flung almost violently, becoming a little dizzy as you settled against his upper back again. “After that, we’ll go swimming!” 

“Sandcastles sounded nice though…” You were honestly just trying to stall the inevitable. 

“Yeah, but swimming’s more fun! We can even play hide and seek.” You glimpsed the razor teeth that made up Floyd cheerful, yet menacing smile. “I’ll be the seeker~” 

Of course he would be. Well, at least you’d get a last meal out of it. Better make it a good one. Hopefully it won’t be so bad…to have that time with your weird, longtime crush was nice.

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s2 episode 23 thoughts

i am: confused. about everything i just watched. and i can’t tell if the problem is me missing something blatantly obvious, the episode being strange on purpose because it’s building up to something, or it just being an overall peculiar plotline. but i will attempt to elaborate on this later. for now, as always, we start at the top.

the first thing i wrote down was that i was so excited to watch tn’s ep!! i missed the last few days because i was busy and i was really hoping tonight would NOT involve any sort of disease which proved to be the case

“i want these nerds to deal with an art heist someday” <- this i wrote while the opening scene began in some random hotel… like yeah yeah yeah ghosts aliens etc. solve the gardner heist. OH MY the garnder heist hadn’t even happened by this time! well maybe if they had been at the scene it never would have happened.

in this hotel, we see a guy who looks scared knocking on the door looking for “Morris” and he says someone is dead!! guy next door is listening (and yeah, so fair, it sounded juicy as hell) but when the poor hotel neighbor stands up to listen he gets… sucked into ectoplasm?? he is no longer there. also, lights are flickering.

agents in the elevator, arriving to the scene. mulder looked really comfortable in there lmaooo that was a very funny visual.

they got information from this case from scully's "contact", and the contact is one of her students!!!!!! ahhh!! she looks so proud. this is funny because she was at the academy for like 3 months lmao but clearly she made a good impression in that brief amount of time!

“heard a lot about you” detective kelly says when scully introduces mulder and HAHAAAA he turns to scully and says “we’ll talk later”. about what. do share. 

(very funny that somehow he came up "a lot" in the 3-ish months she was teaching people how to do autopsies. like girl how did you manage to bring him up consistently whilst opening cadavers. that is talent)

investigation time! (mulder sniffs a drink in the missing guy’s room) "mmm, scotch" he mumbles <- LMAOOOOO THIS MAN IS WEIRD AS HELL 

they notice a big splotch burned into the ground, and as they are investigating the burn marks, scully says it “could be the residue of burnt human flesh” and yes!!!!! I love when she says weird and unsettling things!!!!

mulder seems enthused about this case and also that there is a young detective…… give them an intern i need to see what happens. that man seems to have an instinctive need to Mentor.

detective kelly asks him what he thinks happened. the answer? “spontaneous human combustion” yes ofc!! 

SCULLY IS SO SWEET AWWW “you’re doing just fine :)” she is not going to let her student doubt herself!

scully kinda sounds like she thinks mulder is teasing the detective with such an outlandish claim but i think he’s just being himself honestly

re:human combustion “let’s just forget for the moment that there’s no scientific theory to support it” “okay :)” <- yeah i had to pause and laugh. so what!

WHAT is he doing when they get in the elevator... he is making such a strange face. does anyone have this. it was so funny. he was at once locked in and a million miles away.

okay. so this wasn't the first victim. now they are arriving at the place of an earlier victim. which is a house with all the lights off. peculiar.

“hey scully, can you spare a prophylactic?” (now yes i did have to google this word's definition!) here is my live reaction:

"like a glove? because google is also saying that this can also mean condom. okay she pulls out a glove from her pocket. okay that’s the good ending i think"

makes sense for the doctor to have lots of gloves in the pocket of her jacket. more sense than the other alternative. i was really confused for a few seconds but in the end we got there.

he uses the glove to switch the light bulb on and she says “darkness covers a multitude of sins” which is EXACTLY what i'm here for!!! please keep saying creepy stuff queen <3

enter the home... another splotch from the other victim!! who also worked in tobacco, like the hotel man!!! but he says half of richmond works in tobacco, and the first victim was a scientist, so maybe not…? but regardless this realization made me think of that post that is like “people smoke less and now we don’t get spontaneous human combustion” which is soooo funny to me. if i ever find that post again i Will reblog it. it is true, spontaneous human combustion is a lost art.

mulder is very excited to dig through the trash, which is very raccoon-coded. he finds a ticket to a train station, and suggests that perhaps someone based out of the train station is hunting people.

cut to our deeply scared looking man from earlier who seems to be able to vaporize people. WAIT... earlier it was his shadow that vaporized the other guy. and he’s hiding from light... things are adding up. no light equals no shadow equals no vaporization. sort of adding up, at least. because still, how does a shadow vaporize you?

now he was getting held at gunpoint by cops, both of whom stepped into his shadow and get zapped into splotches. this is a distressing situation, but also a silly one. 

new mulder theory: if we have 3 victims, and they were all near the train station, we could cross reference the security camera footage from those 3 days and see if we can find the guy they've looking for. “that’s assuming that we’re looking for a guy”, says scully, which made me laugh because i had seen that blooper clip and giggled profusely

mystery man is spotted on the camera and jacket identified as working at the magnet place… same as the very first victim!

off to the magnet laboratory to get the scoop on this dr. banton fellow. we get a backstory reveal: he was involved in a terrible accident! he was investigating dark matter. oh man, you can’t be fucking with such things. 

the scientist guy is babbling about particles and dark matter. and while i am trying to keep up, there are bigger thoughts taking up space in my mind. namely: scully you are soooooo pretty idgaf about the particle accelerator <3

we see the scene of the accident, where dr. banton's shadow was burned into the wall……. the energy slid through his body?? girl idk. his coworker said it was almost like he wanted it to happen. maybe you get so involved in dark matter theories that you just want to taste it for yourself. anyway, the shadow left by the zapping looks like the other splotches….. 

train station time. going with the agents to the train station. boy i wish all of the US was supported by a rail system.

he points out that dr. banton was staring at the ground for a loooong time and he's trying to figure out why.

“nonsensical repetitive behavior is a common trait of mental illness” “you trying to tell me something?” YESSSS! i have seen this gif many times and now i understand its context.

(also yes mulder has got Something going on. he has been diagnosed in my headcanon with ocd... i am sure there has been plenty of discourse as to if that is the "correct" label for what is going on in his mind but it's my interpretation and i make the rules <3)

he's taking in the whole environment of the train station, and notices that the light is soft… diffused… no shadows… maybe dr.banton is looking for such an environment... BAM he rounds the corner!

aaaand he’s running but you cannot forget that mulder is a track star! you cannot outrun him! and sure enough, they got him. mulder picks up on what's going down and shoots the lights out so there are no shadows while they talk

now banton is in a facility with soft light smoking a cigarette. very 2013 aesthetic.

he's trying to explain his affliction: “my shadow isn’t mine… it’s like a black hole”

first thought: okay??? um. how and why. second thought: can we harness this for superhero purposes? fight crime by banishing the bad guys to the Void. that's an x-men adjacent power.

dr. banton says the government is after him and they are going to "suck his brain". he begs mulder to free him before this can occur, as if that is a normal predicament to try and escape from and as if mulder has any control over this situation.

the detective’s boss is pissed the FBI is there... like girl calm down does anyone really care? all this nonsense about jurisdiction and people getting frustrated when departments cross. man, if i was in a situation like this, i would be harnessing the power of teamwork, but they never seem to do that. the agents are dismissed, but mulder tells detective kelly that dr. banton needs to be in soft light.

okay, so despite my interjection of "girl who cares", clearly they care. and i'd like to wonder aloud about this exchange:

“I hope you know what you’re doing Scully, putting Detective Ryan’s ambition ahead of all good sense in this case”

“Ambition? She’s a woman trying to survive the boy’s club, Mulder. Believe me, I know how she feels”

because he’s like “we just handed over the a bomb to the Boy Scouts”

and he thinks this new detective is gonna get evaporated but also again they have no jurisdiction so like?? i wrote that i was lost and then i rewatched the scene and was still lost. he seems to be questioning scully's judgement on letting the detective take this case, which she was not in charge of assigning the detective to, and that they only agreed to help out on. so they help and then there is nothing more that can be done because it is Not Their Case. but it also seems to be less about the fact that he is concerned with the detective getting evaporated and more into fending off the alleged brain suckers.

i didn't really get it but i wrote "the girls are fightingggggg"

X AT THE STATION??? 

ohhhh mulder wants info, but X can’t help him because he exposed his identity to skinner and scully last time!!! “and you can trust them as you trust me”, says mulder, trying to get X to believe in the goodness of humanity

X brushes mulder off and says “promise you won’t contact me again unless absolutely necessary” <- damn power imbalance going crazy 

then we se X at the psychiatric facility???? breaking dr. banton out??? is he gonna be part of the brain sucking squad? he's got 2 guys helping him out, but they step in the room and the men grabbing him got zapped out of existence. X lets dr. banton run and looks very confused about the zapping of his colleagues. 

HUH? so is X doing this because he is trying to help mulder or is he really part of the government who wants to experiment on banton? by the end of the episode, it looks like he is, in fact, allied with the brain suckers... but to what extent?

OH! dr. banton got back to his old workplace and his friend the fellow magnet scientist. but the detective catches him there. and she forces him to step against the wall and his shadow gets on her and she. uh. falls screaming into a black hole? and then leaves a burn mark like all of the other cases? man what is going on.

so banton is going back into the chamber where he was previously zapped to try and unzap himself. but he gets in the chamber and his “friend” reveals he’s working for the government that wants to catch him!!!!

BUT SOMEONE SHOOTS THE DUDE WHO HAD LOCKED HIM IN THE ROOM. It was X?! WHAT is the motive here!!!

okay, agents on the scene. accelerator is up and getting ready to zap. ZAP! another shadow shows up. so unzap the zapped equals no more banton? girl where did he go.

mulder is MAD and he is at the place X met him last time. confrontation time! mulder is pissed X used him to get to banton and again X is once again flaunting the power imbalance between them. and because X tricked him, banton is dead and so is the detective!!! boy, that has got to be bad news for mulder who blames himself for everything 

he says to X: “promise me this will be our last meeting. we’re finished” and why do I feel that this is a bad idea!!!

X says he didn’t kill banton, and walks away. and also that this is a dangerous time to go at it alone. WHAT DO YOU MEAN! first skinner's cryptic messages about the darkness that is coming, and now X?

NOOOO Scully at her student the detective's funeral... this is soooo evil. 

mulder is there but he’s late. he’s in sunglasses and they’re funny. she says this feels wrong and it shouldn’t have happened, a student came to her for help and she gave it and now the student is dead. oh scully pls do not blame yourself. it feels like they were led on this track on purpose.

mulder was late because he was tied up with a missing person’s case; the other guy from the magnet lab went missing that same morning. so maybe it was other guy in the room that had been zapped and not banton? 

X AT THE SCENE OF THE MAGNET LAB. watching the other guy run tests on banton??? a tear drops down his face. X is complicit in unethical human experimentation...

so, i’m confused on many levels. it seems like someone got the detective involved because she knew she would go to scully for help and get them roped into this case. but if that WAS what happened, you know that you buy one get one free with these 2, so why would you want to get scully involved if that meant mulder would also get involved, and mulder being the closest (arguably) to X would expose X’s involvement and whatever ulterior motive he is playing to? hasn’t scully suffered enough without being forced to wonder if her helping someone started a domino effect that resulted in death? and all of this is over a guy who zapped himself with black matter and his shadow burns people up. huh?

and how deep is X in with the government doing the evil stuff? is he just distracting mulder with various side quests to keep him from discovering the nefarious deeds they are up to? does X know cigarette guy?

i don’t like when they fight. i actually LOVE when they fight over things that make sense. but i was confused over the fight they had in this episode because he was mad that she was letting the detective… do her job? and he didn’t seem to think she could handle a guy that vaporizes people with his shadow, which i mean, fair enough, tough case for a newbie, but blaming that on scully really pissed me off because?? it’s not her fault??? they also were only involved unofficially so did he think somehow they were supposed to swoop in and rescue the dude to prevent all this from happening? and how do you even rescue a guy whose shadow vaporizes people?

either this makes no sense, i’m wildly misunderstanding something, or a plot is afoot. or all three really. pls feel free to enlighten me with what you thought on this episode and let me know if there is something i am interpreting entirely incorrectly. or not! it could be fun to try and put the pieces together myself. regardless, i am pleased we were reunited

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES: 12 🔥

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*Surprise! Earlier than expected 🥰

Eddie x Female!Reader

Summary: Dinner at your house 🍽️

W.C 3.8k

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Blowjobs, throat fucking, titty fucking, mean!Eddie.

A/N: can’t believe we have made it to part 12! Thank you for everyone so invested into this story, thank you to @munson-blurbs for helping me finish this!!

The next few days fly by like a blur. Billy was stable and was released from the hospital. His father and step mother came back home and sent him off to a boarding ranch for naughty teens in Montana. After a tearful goodbye with Nancy, Steve was sent to a 60 day inpatient rehab facility in Indianapolis. His parents finally dropped the veil of “our perfect son can do no wrong.”

They both spent Thursday night at your house crying with your parents. Mary apologized to you for her behavior and begged for your forgiveness, her designer mascara trudging down her cheeks traitorously. You weren’t one for grudges and honestly you were just happy that Steve was getting help.

“You’ve always been like a daughter to us, Y/N I should have known better than to think ill of you.” Never having to wonder where Steve gets his dramatic vibes from, you patted her hand gently and gave it a squeeze of reassurance, a silent acceptance.

Things were starting to settle down and feel normal again. The one thing that stayed constant through all the turmoil and sudden changes— was Eddie. Eddie stood by your side through it all, a valiant, heavy medaled, warrior—bracing his armored clad arms around you, keeping you safe.

Friday presented itself as a beautiful day. The sun is leaking through the sheer curtains in your room spreading a warm growth against the plush carpet of your bedroom. Slipping your arms out from beneath your sheets, stretching and letting out a yawn, you turn to face the clock, 7:01AM. The phone rings. Leaning over to answer it and stifling a groan, “h-hello?”

“Oh how I love your little morning voice, princess,” Eddie sing songs through the other end.

Your stomach flutters at the sound of his voice, soothing and sexy, “Mmm, good morning handsome,” you murmur, twirling the cord between your fingers.

“Morning sweetheart,” Eddie says, “how’d you sleep?” He’s in the kitchen packing some pretzels into a plastic baggie.

Slipping your free hand beneath the cotton of your sleep shorts you answer, “I only sleep well when you’re with me.” Twirling slow circles into your sensitive bud. You couldn’t help it, even Eddie’s voice made you long for him, “I wish you were here.”

“Aww princess, you’re making me blush, I wish I was there with you too.”

A small, delicate moan escapes your lips as you pleasure yourself to the sultry mix that is Eddie’s voice. “You still coming over tonight for dinner and to meet my mom?”

Fingers entering your velvet walls as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world baby girl” Eddie says, “by the time I get home from work and shower it should be about 6:30 by the time i make it to your house is that alright?”

“Y-yeah it’s uhh, yeah that’ll be perfect,” your fingers are moving frantically against your clit. “I just can’t wait to see you, and touch you.”

Eddie chuckles, “Ooh baby, are you feeling naughty this morning?”

“I’m just trying to make myself feel the way that you do.. but I’m having some trouble.”

Spitting out bitter coffee all over the kitchen Eddie balks, “y—you-you’re doing what?!”

“I told you I missed you, I haven’t seen you since Wednesday… and your voice is just so sexy and I’m imagining you here with me, so would you wanna help me out… I’m almost there just not quite nailing it home.”

“And the vixen returns…” Eddie purrs, “baby you are going to be the death of me, but who would I be to deny you something so deliciously sexy this early in the morning, if I were there with you… I would be placing my lips on your neck, kissing you sweetly, running my hands up and down your thighs, ghosting over the place you need me so badly.”

Your fingers are moving feverishly against your clit, absorbing the warm wetness that consumes your pussy whenever you’re aroused. “Mm… what else Eddie, tell me what else.”

“I’d slowly take my cock and run it through the folds of your wet dripping cunt, I would inch it further and further into you. Raising my head up to watch your sweet little face pull together as you moan my name.”

“Eddie”

“Mmm yeah, you like that? You like me telling you how I would fuck you?” Eddie unzips his mechanic uniform and spits into his hand, rubbing the drippy precum over his purpling head, giving it hard pumps to catch up to you.

“S’close Eddie,” your fingers are slick with your own juices as you pump into yourself tediously and use your other hand to rub circles around your clit. You moan out as the coil in your lower belly begins to snap. “I’m coming Eddie, oh my god.” You throw a pillow over your face as you moan loudly letting your release coat your fingers.

Eddie’s pumping his cock in record speed, “fuck baby me too, oh shit,” hes standing over the sink and cums hard, releasing himself all over a faded, bleached kitchen towel.

You’re gasping for air beneath the soft silk of your pillowcase when you float back down from the clouds of your high and hear Eddie’s ragged breathing on the other end of the phone. “.. you.. oh fuck, I have to leave in like 3 minutes. Or I’m going to be late… but we will revisit this later.” You can hear Eddie’s smile break against his lips as he tells you he loves you and hangs up the phone.

Driving to Hawkins you try to dissect what your dad said to you this morning before leaving for the office. “I have something important to talk to you and Eddie about tonight.” Originally you assumed he wanted to ask you if you were being safe, using protection, but maybe he was going to tell you Eddie wasn’t good for you. You couldn’t bear the thought of your dad doing that, not after how much he seemed to enjoy Eddie’s gig. You shake the thought from your head as you continue driving to surprise your favorite metalhead with lunch. You had called Benny’s Diner earlier to place your order to be ready when you rolled into Hawkins. Picking up the savory burgers and fries, you speed to the shop, letting the smell of the food waft out the windows of your car into the humid, sticky air.

Balancing the bags of food in one hand and the bigger than life Dr. Pepper in another, you walk gingerly to the front door of the shop to the reception desk. The middle aged woman with twinkling green eyes and wrinkles adorning them smiles widely at you. “Oh my goodness gracious, what have we here?” she says standing leaning towards you.

“Hi, I’m bringing some lunch for Eddie.” You say matching her smile.

“Well my word,” she says grasping her chest as her graying blond girls bounce, “you’re the one, the one that boy hasn't stopped talking about.” You smile even wider at her words. You didn’t know Eddie had been beaming about you to his coworkers. Before you can say anything she grabs the phone, hits a few buttons and waits for someone to answer, “Rich? Send Eddie up here, his pretty girlfriend is here with some lun—-yes she’s real Jesus, just send him quick!” She hangs up and blushes a quick pink, “sorry bout that, they all thought Eddie would be single forever since the whole town, outside of these 4 walls, is afraid of him… but we are all so glad that he has you.”

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how much this town hates him, the only thing you ever thought of him was how wonderful and caring he is. Eddie comes running out of the back door leading to one of the bays, “y/n? What are you doing here?” He’s grinning from ear to ear, his overalls are hung low on his hips and tied at the waist leaving him in a white tank, smeared with motor oil and grease. He’s got a baseball cap on backwards with his hair pulled loosely into a bun at the nape of his neck.

“I wanted to surpri—” Eddie grabs you up in his arms and places a chaste kiss to your mouth, “Eddie..”

Loud whistling is heard from the bays as Eddie’s coworkers are hooting and hollering. “Oh would you all shut up and leave ‘em alone!” the receptionist shushes them all, as they turn, begrudgingly heading back to work. “Take 45 minutes today Munson, I’ll let Jimmy know.” She gives you both a wink as Eddie sets you down to go and punch out.

Sitting in the back of Eddie’s van finishing up the burgers and fries and slurping up the last bit of Dr. Pepper, Eddie turns to you and lays a greasy lipped kiss on your neck. “You’re incredible.” Kiss. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” Kiss. “I'm so lucky.”

You still blush and get goosebumps whenever he says sweet things to you. After everything that has happened you can’t believe Eddie has stood beside you through it all. “I’m the lucky one,” you say smiling as you kiss his full lips, “you’re so ridiculously sexy, I mean look at you, fuck I could just gobble you up… in fact.” You unzip Eddie’s overalls and push him back slightly as you wiggle your way down him. Shutting the doors to Eddie’s van you turn back to him, locking your eyes with him as you take your top off letting your heaving chest bounce freely.

“Christ baby,” Eddie groans as you slither down and yank his cock out of his pants, you dribble spit slowly out of your lips onto his girthy length. You slide him in your mouth slowly until your lips meet his ballsack, kitten licking them as you breathe through your nose. Eddie’s head is thrown back in ecstasy as his hips snap forward. Spit is flowing out of your mouth as the onslaught of his dick extending gloriously in your throat deepens. You clasp your hardened nipples between your fingers as you pull back, catching your breath.

Spitting forcefully on your own chest you lean forward and push your tits around Eddie’s dick. “Oh fuck sweetheart, oh my God.” Eddie sits up on one of the amps strewn across the back of the van. You wedge between his legs as you continue your position of squeezing your luscious pillowy tits around Eddie’s thick cock. “Fuck baby, look at you, look at those tits, Jesus Christ, I’m about to cum where do you want me?”

“Mmm, my chest so I can lick it up.” You say seductively as Eddie lifts his ass off the amp to pound violently into your cleavage. Hot ropes of his cum paint your chest as his moans echo throughout the van. The fringe of his bands stick to his forehead with sweat. His eyebrows knit together, and release as he comes down from his high. He tucks himself back into the cotton waistband of his underwear as he looks at you. Eyes filled with lust and desire, his eyelids hanging low as if he could take a nap. He leans forward and places a deep kiss into our lips. He runs a thick finger through his cum spreading it across your chest. You moan with delight at the feeling of his hands on you.

His dark hostile eyes never leave yours as one of his hands snakes around your neck like a veiny necklace. Wrapping his thick fingers around it and squeezing gently, the bite of his cold rings sending shivers down your spine. Scooping up his cum with two fingers watching it drop between them as he places them into your mouth, shoving them further and further down your throat until you gag slightly. You wrap your lips around his fingers, enveloping them in the hot saliva and cum filled adobe that is your mouth. Sucking his fingers clean, Eddie whispers, “good girl.”

Finding a napkin tucked inside the takeout bags, Eddie begins to clean his cum off of your chest. “Wait,” you say as you lean into the bag. You pull out a single fry, swiping the salty fried crunchiness down your lips, and landing home across your chest, swiping up his cum with the fry and popping it back into your mouth. Eddie’s eyes are blown wide with amazement as you lick the salt both from the fries and the saltiness of his cum off your fingers, “mm, delicious.”

Eddie’s mouth falls into a sly grin as he kisses you deeply, thrashing his tongue against yours and entangling his fingers in your hair. Breaking away and trying like hell to leave a purpling hickey on his neck, marking him as yours, Eddie breathes,“Baby I have to get back to work, and you’re —fuck, not making it easy.”

He lets out a throaty moan that vibrates against your lips, tingling through your body. “Seriously sweetheart, I have to go.” Eddie pulls back from you and finds your shirt on the floor of the van, he pulls it over your head as he ties up his coveralls.

You jut your bottom lip out in a fake, pouty, defiance as you open the back of the van and jump out. “But tonight is so far away.”

“T minus 5ish hours my little love,” Eddie wraps you into a hug and kisses you softly, “I love you baby, drive safe, I’ll see you tonight!” He’s jogging to the door, his dark messy bun bobbing behind him, he turns slightly, looking over his left shoulder and winks before disappearing in the open bay door.

You swear your panties are wet from that interaction alone.

Later that night at your house you are busy prepping the salad as your mother is deciding which wine to serve with the pasta. She settles on a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio as she makes her way back into the kitchen. “Are you nervous to have Eddie over tonight?” Your mother asks as she throws the wine bottle atop of some ice.

Cutting the cucumbers you look up, “No not really, he already met dad and dad really seemed to like him so that’s good, although dad did say he was something important to talk to us about tonight but I’m not sure what that entails.”

Your mother gets a look of concern on her face, “That's news to me y/n, I have no idea what he would say.”

“Yeah me neither.”

The doorbell rings and of course it is Eddie. Your dad hollers from the den that he’ll get it. “Eddie!” Your dad yells excitedly as he opens the door. Gathering him into a bear hug and squeezing him tightly.

“Hey Dan, how are ya?” Eddie says as he claps your dad’s shoulder.

“Come in, come in! Y/n’s in the kitchen with her mother, getting everything ready— and if you go in there you’ll be summoned so let’s go hide in the de—.”

“Dan! It’s time to eat!” Your mother interrupts foiling your dad plan.

“Shit, another day!” Your dad says laughing as he makes his way into the dining room. The oval oak table is set for four. Two candelabras are balancing the ambiance of the room as the candles dance to their own silent melody. You come into the room arranging the chilled wine onto the table as your eyes meet Eddie’s. He’s dressed in a black button up shirt rolled up to the elbows, a black pair of jeans with, surprisingly, no holes in them, and black lace up boots. His hair was freshly washed and he was wearing a new cologne. Fuck, he looked good. your mother stands at the doorway with a smile on her face looking at your dad.

You walk over to Eddie, the knee length black dress you’re wearing flowing with your body as you walk. Eddie mouths “wow”, his throat bobbing with every sway of your hips. Walking to him you peck him innocently on the cheek. “You look so nice,” you beam at him.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers. Turning to your mom you hold your hand out gesturing to her, “Eddie, this is my mother, Rose, mom, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Your mom walks towards him and wraps him in a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you!” She says as she pulls away from him.

“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Eddie said.

The four of you join together at the table passing around the salad, bread, and pasta. The conversation is light talking about the weather, Eddie’s job, and the upcoming senior year. “So Eddie, do you have plans for college?”

Eddie finished swallowing his mouth full of food as he responds, “Actually yeah, I’m thinking of staying local and studying as a diesel mechanic.” You had no idea Eddie had even planned on going to college, you figured he was going to try and make it big with his band.

“Diesel Mechanics are needed almost everywhere!” Your dad chimes in. “That’s a great career choice, Eddie.”

Eddie blushes slightly as he thanks your dad. “I just want to make something of myself.” Your mother beams at him as she takes a sip of her wine.

The meal couldn’t have been better and it seemed as though your parents thoroughly enjoyed Eddie’s company. Laughing at his small jokes and listening intently to his stories.

After supper is cleaned up your dad calls you and Eddie into his study. The den is decorated with deep polished woods and emerald green carpet. A book shelf adorns one of the walls and is covered floor to ceiling with various sizes of books, Eddie is certain he has never been anywhere this nice his entire life.

Dan pulls out a small polished wooden box from the oversized desk in front of the window, thumbing the edges as he pushes it open. Laying inside on plush crimson velvet lies six Cuban cigars. He plucks one out as he motions for you both to have a seat on the leather sofa as he cuts and lights the cigar, puffing slightly and rolling o’s out of his mouth like a cartoon bad guy as he leans back into his chair.

“Thank you both for joining me. Eddie, as you probably aren’t aware, I never have Y/N in this study unless I’m delivering serious news. I’m going to keep this as light as possible but it is serious.” You and Eddie share a nervous glance as he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. “When I was growing up I had three very close friends. Two of them were brothers. We had a band, and did everything together. One of them was Steve’s dad, and the other two were Ray & Wayne Munson.”

The sound of Eddie’s own family being mentioned in this room by your dad is enough to send a small bead of sweat down his neck. “What?” You shout to your dad as you look at Eddie’s vacant expression.

“Just let me finish y/n,” your dad says holding a hand up, “I could go into details about how Ray and I fell apart but I’ll save you that. When y/n mentioned she had a new boyfriend she only gave us your first name, Eddie, I had no idea you were Ray’s son… I uh— I want you to know that the reason you were released from juvy and the reason your dad is behind bars— is because of me and Steve’s dad. I would never in my life tell you to stop seeing my daughter because of who your dad is. Apples don’t fall far from the tree but it’s as if you were never even on the same limb as he was. You are welcome here anytime, thank you for taking care of my daughter.”

Eddie’s face is indifferent as he stares a hole into the carpet. His knees are bouncing as he leans forward, “So you know Wayne?”

“Yes, we were very close and he came to me when I was still working in Hawkins, asking for my help. It was right after that clerk was killed and you were sent to juvy.”

“So— okay,” Eddie says, standing up and pacing around the study, “W-Wayne came to you about my dad?”

“Yes.” Your dad says with a puzzled expression.

Eddie’s hands are on his hips as he shakes his head up and down. “Ok ok ok ok okay, ummm y/n, I have to head home. Thank you for having me Mr. Y/L/N.” He opens the door of the study and walks out.

You look from your dad to the door and run after Eddie.

“Wait! Eddie, wait where are you going?” He’s halfway to his van when he hears you and stops, turning quick on his heel.

“12 years, y/n, I’ve grown up without a dad for almost 12 goddamn years! And why is that?! Because of your dad!” He is throwing his hands wildly as rage fills his face.

Trying to diffuse the situation you ask, “Eddie. Don’t you think you were better off without him?”

“Guess I’ll never know because he’s rotting in jail and I’m here, being raised by his brother!” A single tear streams down his face, “I just— I can’t fucking believe it! The other shoe has finally dropped and boy is she a doozie.”

“What is that supposed to mean Eddie? Wayne loves you like you’re his own son!” You say shifting your weight as you cross your arms.

“But I’m not! You don’t get it Y/N! All the father-son things at school and everything else I missed out on because I was raised by Wayne. The entire town hates my fucking guts because my dad is locked up. It means that this,” he says, motioning between the two of you, “was too good to be true. I’ll always be a charity case to your family and I don’t need that.”

Tears are falling heavily down your face as you prepare for what comes next. “Eddie, that's not fair! He was just doing what he felt was right at the time!”

“And what was that exactly?! Crying myself to sleep for years because even though he was a shitty person he was still my dad?!!” Eddie runs his hands down his face in defeat, “ya know what?… I can’t do this—don’t call me, don’t fucking stop by my work, I’m done.”

You can’t believe what he is saying. He wants to end this because of something that happened way before you even knew each other? Something that took place between your dad’s and had nothing to do with you?

“Ed-die please,” you beg through your tear stained face. “Please just t-talk to me.” He gets into his van and slams the door, turning his neck around as he backs down the driveway. Spinning his tires and blaring loud music as he leaves you, crying at the end of the driveway as rain starts to pour down around you.

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[hufflepuff-16]

Always There ﾟ.+:｡ﾟ.+

Tom Riddle x g!n reader (platonic) ( ≧∀≦)ノ

Summary: Tom has joined you for the summer in your home for his apprenticeship. You learn more about Tom and the secrets he keeps, as you become closer.

Warnings: tiny angst, mostly fluff and a slight ooc Tom

A/n: Boy, this took a long time to make. Let me know what you think of it. Should I make a part 3? What would happen in it, and would you and Tom live happily, or would it all go wrong.

Or should I keep ending like this ( I have no idea what I would write)

Link to my masterlist, which has part 1 and other fics

It was the summer now, and you were helping Tom to unpack his things and put them in your guest bedroom.

"This doesn't feel real." He looks around the room as if to remind himself that he's finally free from the orphanage. He looks at you with a mixture of excitement and disbelief on his face. "I honestly... I never thought this day would come." His eyes are brimming with tears, and his voice is breaking, but an overwhelming sense of joy washes over him, and you're glad he feels this way. "Thank you... thank you so much..." His green eyes are locked on yours for a few seconds before he suddenly wraps you in a tight hug again.

you laugh at seeing Tom so affectionate, "Darling. You don't have to keep thanking me, you know, but I do appreciate the hugs!" You said, giving him a squeeze.

Despite the tears still streaming down his face, he laughs with you a little bit and smiles before he lets go. He wipes the tears off his face with an embarrassed look. "Sorry... I know I've been saying that a lot lately. But I really do mean it. You're... you're a great person for doing this for me. Not many people would... or even could do something this big. I... I just can't express how grateful I am..." His words sound genuine, and you can see the genuine emotion in his eyes. It's clear you have impacted his life.

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"What would you like to eat for dinner, Tom?" You ask.

Both of you are now sitting in the kitchen. You had been teaching Tom about more advanced non-verbal spells.

He seems to take a moment to collect himself, then he takes a deep breath and looks up at you. "Hmm... how about a... some spaghetti bolognese?" He answers with a small smile. "Do wizards still eat regular muggle foods, even though you guys can just magic it out of thin air?" He chuckles and gives you a side eye. "Sorry, I had to ask." He's trying to make light of the emotional conversation you had earlier.

you giggle, "unfortunately, food that we conjure out of thin air has no taste and has no nutritional value. So we do have to still make food as muggles do."

"That seems like a bad design flaw, honestly." He says with a chuckle. "So you're telling me I have to actually learn how to cook? Now that's a tough assignment." He looks over at you, his emerald eyes shining with a hint of mischief. "Luckily, I have you to help me." He flashes you a grin. "Are you a decent cook? Please tell me you're a decent cook." He leans back in his chair and folds his arms again. "I'll be the judge of that."

You chuckle, "Whatever will I do the great and powerful tom Marvolo Riddle," you say dramatically, bowing down to Tom.

"What's with these bows and all these dramatic reactions?" He gives you a playful look. "It's strange, I kinda like it, though." He chuckles gently. "I guess I must be more powerful than I thought. I will gladly accept that." He leans back in his chair once again, still giving you a friendly smile. "What're you making us for dinner?" His voice is calm and friendly again, and all signs of the tears he shed earlier have now completely disappeared. He seems to have forgotten about his past for the moment. "You better not make anything too disgusting."

"I'll make bolognese as you said Tom."

You had made the spaghetti, and Tom really enjoyed it he even asked for seconds. You were now both sitting on your couch in your sitting room.

"Mmm. You are definitely a good cook. Not too many people can manage to make spaghetti that tastes this good. But of course you would be good at it." He smirks. "Where's my dessert then?" His eyes are playful, and he gives you a smirk again, clearly joking around. "You can't just feed me all this delicious food and not have a dessert waiting. I'm not just some dog who can be pleased with a piece of meat, you know." He laughs and makes a mock look of disappointment. "Come on. Give me something sweet!"

you gasped jokingly and teased him. "You rude, little boy!"

You laughed again, "Truthfully, Tom, I was thinking about making dessert, but at hogwarts, you never seemed to like to eat dessert, so I just assumed you didn't like it."

He giggles. "Hey, hey... I was only kidding. I'm not really rude... I think..." He chuckles and looks over at you, his eyes glinting with mischief again. "You could have at least made some ice cream or something. Ice cream never hurt anyone.... I think." He smiles again. "I'm just playing, though. No dessert is required. I was just messing with you." He gives you a small wink and a teasing smile.

You smile. "I actually have a gift for you, Tom,"

you hand over a rare copy of a book on different forms of magic. Which even included dark magic.

His eyes light up when you give him the book. "Oh my goodness, I could kiss you right now. Where on earth did you get this?" He looks up at you in amazement, and he can barely hide his excitement. "This is... this is amazing. How did you know it was on my wishlist?" He looks back at the book again and opens it up, immediately beginning to read. "Is there a special occasion as to why I'm the lucky receiver of this book, or are you just being nice? Because it was probably not cheap."

"Hmm, consider it a gift for being a great student."

You both sat in silence Tom intently reading. You had been thinking about the way Tom acted when you found him in the hallway during the school year. His cold and predatory stare haunts you at night. He seems fine now.

"Tom.....why....can I ask you what you were doing in the hallway that day I found you.....you were acting very strange almost predatory."

He freezes and immediately goes red. It's hard to tell what emotions are racing through him at this moment, but it almost seems like... fear. He closes the book quickly and looks up at you, as if trying to get a sense of what you now think of him. You see him debating with himself what to say before he finally responds. It takes him a few moments to collect himself before he begins to talk. "What... what do you mean?" He speaks in a slow, deliberate way, his eyes still locked on you as he carefully watches your reaction.

"Tom, you know exactly what I mean!" Your voice firm. You realise you may be scaring him.

"I'm not mad, I just want the truth." Your voice was soft again.

The look of fear in his eyes has now been replaced with that same predatory gleam from before. His tone turns cold, and his eyes narrow in suspicion as he leans forward. "I'm not quite sure what you're talking about..." he replies evenly. "What is it that you think I did wrong?" A slight quiver passes through his voice. He's clearly getting agitated by the conversation. He knows what you're talking about, but he's still refusing to admit it. He seems to be getting nervous because he doesn't fully know what you're thinking or where this is going.

you give him a small smile, "nothing Tom, I just don't want you hurting yourself. I care a lot about you," you said, gently snuggling close to him.

His face seems to soften again as you say this. He sighs deeply and stares at the floor for a moment before he reaches forward and takes your hand. He squeezes your hand gently before he brings it to his mouth and gives you a soft little kiss on your knuckles. "Thank you." He says quietly with a small smile. "That means a lot to me, especially coming from you. I care a lot about you too, in case you couldn't tell." He smiles again, though you can tell this smile is a bit more genuine than the last, and a slight blush graces his cheeks.

"I....."You look at him with love. "You need to tell me, Tom...... I don't want you going to......."You press a kiss to his forehead, not wanting to finish your sentence.

He seems to think about it for a moment. "Well..." he starts slowly. "I don't know if you're ready to hear the truth..." He closes his eyes. "But if you really want to know..." He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, his emerald stare piercing into you as he speaks. This is the truth he's been hiding from you, and you get the feeling there's something very dark and sinister on his mind. "You're right... I do have a dark side..."

You have a look of worry on your face, but gently stroke his cheek, "and what is this dark side, Tom?"

His face hardens, and his eyes narrow again. You can tell he's uncomfortable talking about this, but he wants to tell you so you can understand him better. He hesitates for a moment before speaking, and he's almost hesitant in his response. "Have you ever had thoughts... dark thoughts... ones that you know you shouldn't think?" His voice is soft, but his stare is piercing, as if he's staring into the very depths of your soul. "Things you know you should never do... and yet you want to do them?" He gives you another slight squeeze of your hand.

"Like violence?" You said casually.

"I had those thoughts when I was in the orphanage, and I was relentlessly bullied."

He squeezes your hand again and nods in acknowledgement. "Yes, like violence. Like violence... and worse, if that's even possible." An intense rage passes over his face for a moment, and his eyes narrow. "There is a darkness inside me, a darkness that wants to unleash itself upon the world. It's like... when I think these things... a great rage inside of me awakens, and that darkness wants out. It calls to me." He pauses once again and looks at the floor, and you can sense his intense emotions.

"Yes....I know," You lift him onto your lap and cuddle him. "We are going to make these thoughts go away, my darling!"

He leans his head back on your shoulder and closes his eyes, a small smile on his lips as your arms wrap around him. "What if I'm too far gone?" He asks, his voice soft and almost gentle again. "How do you know the darkness won't one day take me over?" He whispers the next part. "I... I haven't done anything bad yet, but what if one day... what if I can't stop myself and I hurt someone?" He looks at you anxiously, trying to gauge how you'll react to the heavy truth he just confessed.

You don't respond and just press a kiss to his forehead.

His face softens. "Please tell me..." he says quietly. "Please be honest with me and tell me that you think I'm not a monster. I am... terrified of myself. I want to be loved, and I want to love, but not like this..." he says, almost in tears. It's rare to see him show such a vulnerable side of himself. "Is there... can we beat this darkness? Can I be someone I'm proud of? Someone that you could... love still?" His voice breaks at the last part.

"We will beat this darkness, Tom, and I will always look out for you. Im more than just your professor and mentor. I'm your guardian."

A wave of relief instantly washes over him. He sighs deeply and closes his eyes, pressing his face into your shoulder. "Thank you..." he whispers before he reaches up and gently takes your face into his hands, brushing your cheek with his thumb. "I can't even express how much that means to me." His voice is sincere, and he looks at you seriously. "You don't know how much I need that... I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Hopefully, you never have to worry about that. I think it's getting quite late, Tom. I think you should head up to bed."

He nods and stands up before quickly bending down and giving you a small kiss on the cheek. "Thank you once again." He smiles softly, and you feel yourself blushing a little despite yourself. "But I think you're right... it is getting a bit late. I guess I shall be off to bed then. Are you sure you're alright... that you don't want anything? Would you like me to walk you back to your quarters by any chance?" He gives you one last, genuine smile. "It was nice talking to you tonight."

"No darling, you go to sleep. It's been quite an emotional day for you, Tom."

His face softens once again. "Yeah... you're right, it was." He looks at you for a moment before he starts walking away. He pauses near the door and turns around with that same small smile on his face. He gives you one last wink, and then he turns around and walks out the door, waving behind him as he goes. "Good night."

It had been a few weeks into summer. Tom was excelling in your apprenticeship, and you even introduced him to the minister of magic. You and Tom had become really close. You saw him as a son.

He has truly become a great wizard over the past few weeks, and he's really impressed the minister with his skill and knowledge. You've become his personal mentor and guardian, and you feel a strong bond growing between both of you. You've been teaching him more than school lessons... you've also been teaching him life lessons, the ones that can't be taught in books. You feel good about the role you play in his life, and you think that you're beginning to gain something else from this... love.

You had managed to convince Dumbeldore with the force of the ministry to allow you to adopt Tom and become his parent, you had the adoption certificate and wanted to give it to him after the ice cream you bought for dessert.

He walks into the kitchen and smiles as you give him his adoption certificate. His eyes seem to light up as he reads it. "Wow..." He says after taking a moment to look at the certificate, then he looks at you and smiles. "You really... adopted me?" He seems speechless, almost tearing up. "I- I don't even know what to say... I can't explain how happy I am right now." He walks over and hugs you tightly, a huge smile spreading across his face. "Thank you so much. I... I really can't even express how much this means to me."

"I love you, Tom. I want you to become my son!"

He smiles softly at you. "I love you too, and I... I want nothing more than... to be your son." His smile grows. "I can't believe I actually have a family now. This is... it's like a dream come true." He wraps his arms around you again and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. "I can't thank you enough. What... what does this mean? Are we all official now? Is it official?" His smile is almost contagious now.

You giggle. "Well, I need you to sign your name on the certificate!"

He giggles too and signs the adoption certificate. "There we go... It's all official now. That makes me very happy." he says, his smile growing even more. "I don't think I've ever been this happy in my life, to be honest." he looks into your eyes. "I'm just so thankful for what you did for me. You've changed my life... and I intend to make you proud for being my parent."

The End

[toomuchracket]

mmmm some aftercare with matty with cuddles

matty's such a simp so in love with you that i honestly think the first thing he would do after he's flopped on top of you (still inside you) post-sex is give you a tired but genuinely happy smile and say "thank you. i love you, my favourite girl", stroking your cheek with one finger. and then i think he'd be like "you alright, darlin'? did you enjoy that?", and when you nod sleepily he's like "yeah, me too. you're the best, you know that? would stay like this forever if i could". and you're like "mmm, i think you should", and lean up to kiss him - after you've made out for a min, though, matty's like "i wish i could, sweetheart, but we need to get all cleaned up, yeah? don't worry, though - i promise we can cuddle for a bit before we go to sleep", and you're appeased. then i think there's a little bit more kissing, before matty's like "ok if we keep kissing while i'm still inside you we're going to have a problem, so i'm going to pull out now, ok?", and after you nod and he kisses your nose he pulls out slowly, him wincing and you whining at the emptiness. matty scootches down the bed to look between your thighs, watching in fascination (and pride) as his cum drips out of you - he absolutely catches a bit on his finger and offers it to you like "wanna taste?", and you lick it off and go "mmm, we're delicious", and he giggles before licking a long, slow stripe up your core to clean you up/taste it himself. you whimper at the feeling, because you're so sensitive, and matty's up kissing your head and apologising within seconds, like "i know, baby, i'm sorry, just couldn't help myself. but you're clean enough to move without, um, leaking, now, so do you want to have a shower with me? get all properly cleaned up before bed? i'll carry you". and you're like "mhmm, sounds good, i'm just going to have some water first though", taking a drink from the bottle beside your bed before offering it to matty - he's like "no, i'm fine thanks darlin'", but when you tilt your head and say "matthew" he sighs and takes a swig before standing up. and then he scoops you up and carries you to the ensuite - i think there's a funny little exchange when you're like "ok can you leave now so i can piss" and matty's like "do i really have to leave the room can i not just turn around and get the shower sorted while you're on the lav" and you're like "nope! out! i'll be 2 seconds" and matty leaves the bathroom, grumbling like "my literal bare penis was inside you not five minutes ago and yet you've got a complex about me not being allowed to know you piss". and you giggle and do your business, opening the door after you've washed your hands and grabbing matty to kiss all over his face like "i apologise for exiling you, but really - we've got to keep some mystery alive in the relationship, yeah?", and matty giggles and drags you to the shower like "come on, weirdo". and you shower, and it's all very sweet - matty washes your hair, you wash his, you both wash each other's bodies and cuddle and kiss softly under the warm water, just generally enjoying being intimate with each other in a more romantic, domestic context than earlier. then once you're out and back in your bedroom, matty hands you one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxers to wear in bed, and brushes and dries your wet hair while you do a little bit of skincare (priorities, even though you're knackered) - he lets you put some moisturiser on him too, lol. and then i think matty's probably like "you know what? i could go a cup of tea right now" and you're like "actually that sounds good", so the two of you wander to the kitchen and sit for a minute having a cuppa and a chocolate biscuit. and then, finally, it's time for bed - matty insists on carrying you back to your bedroom, laying you gently on the bed and kissing you softly before getting in himself, and then it's just spooning and more soft kisses and "i love you"s before you fall asleep in matty's arms, utterly content <3

[wikiangela]

kiss it better

just a very silly and ridiculous fluff lol

words: 1.5k

[read on ao3]

Buck burns his tongue, Eddie makes a joke, and everything changes.

It’s a regular evening in the Diaz household, no different than any other. Christopher is playing video games in the living room, Buck’s cooking dinner, and Eddie, well… Eddie tries to find something to do in the kitchen as well, to not just blatantly stare at Buck the whole time. He was helping with chopping vegetables earlier, and now he’s doing the dishes that have already accumulated, while easily chatting to Buck, and stealing glances once in a while.

Buck is wearing a dorky apron, with some cartoon food and a bad pun, that he got from Eddie and Chris for his birthday, and he moves around the kitchen so seamlessly, like he’s as familiar with it as if it was his own. He just fits here so well, he belongs in Eddie’s home, and Eddie would do anything to have him stay here for the rest of their lives. He’s longing to be able to just come up to him, as he’s standing at the stove and making dinner for their family, and wrap his arms around Buck’s waist, nuzzle into his neck, kiss his cheek, have Buck look back at him with that knees-weakening smile he wants to kiss off of his face… 

Unfortunately, he can’t, and he has to keep his feelings in check, like he’s had to do so far, ever since realizing what this warm, fuzzy, safe feeling he’s been feeling around Buck actually is. It’s scary, honestly, and confusing, figuring out that what you feel for your best friend is beyond platonic. Eddie thinks he accepted it now, though, he can’t fight those feelings anymore, and he did try. Now he just needs to hide them as well as he can, until they disappear – not likely – or until the very unlikely scenario where it turns out that Buck feels the same. Well, maybe not that unlikely… Eddie doesn’t dare to hope, but sometimes he does wonder… Mostly, though, he just puts those feelings away, to freak out about and analyze later, and enjoys spending time with his family in the moment.

“Mmm, it smells so good.” Eddie says, drying his hands after he’s done with the dishes, his stomach rumbling already. “How much longer?”

“It’ll be done when it’s done.” Buck chuckles, stirring in the pot again. "Maybe five, ten minutes."

“Fine.” Eddie rolls his eyes, as he leans back against the counter next to the sink, his eyes immediately drawn to Buck, and he hopes he’s subtle with the staring. “Anything else I can help with?” he asks, leaning his head against a cupboard. At the beginning, years ago, which by now feels like a different life, he used to feel weird about Buck just taking over his kitchen like it was his, and Eddie having nothing to do. He was raised that guests shouldn’t really do anything but relax and enjoy themselves – but Buck was never really a guest in his house, he blended into his family so quickly and seamlessly, Eddie never even really noticed, not until he specifically looked. And now, well, Eddie’s kitchen is more Buck’s than his anyway, he’s the one who usually cooks, and Eddie’s just there to help.

“No, now we just have to wait.” Buck shrugs, then stirs once more, and just as Eddie is about to ask if he wants a beer, Buck decides to take some of the dish onto the spoon and try it, probably to see if it needs more seasoning, or if the vegetables are cooked or something – but instead of doing what a normal person would, which is blowing on it and waiting for it to cool down, Buck takes a spoonful of the still-boiling meal and instantly puts it directly into his mouth.

“Buck-” Eddie’s too late with his warning, that he shouldn’t even have to give, when Buck drops the spoon onto the counter, mouth open as he’s breathing around the hot food.

“Shit! Ah!” he looks pained, as he’s chewing with his mouth half-open, until he finally swallows it and tries to take a sip of his beer, that’s on the counter, but finds an empty bottle, because, well, Eddie might’ve taken a few sips before – but it’s not like Buck wasn’t drinking his, as well, it was all about which was closer wherever they stood. Eddie’s just standing there, feeling equally concerned and amused. He knows Buck’s fine, it’s not a big deal, but he hates seeing him in any kind of pain, no matter how minimal. He has to admit, though, that he doesn’t feel that bad in this particular case, because, well, he did it to himself by not thinking.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asks with fond exasperation, as Buck reduces the heat, and races to the fridge to get another bottle of beer, but does it so frantically, he almost drops the bottle.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he asks. “Shit, I burnt my tongue.” he says, then sticks it out for some reason, as if he wanted to show Eddie. It’s a little redder than normally, but other than that it’s fine, it should get better within a couple of days.

“That’s what you get for trying to eat boiling-hot food.” Eddie shakes his head. This man is ridiculous, and Eddie loves him so much.

“Ugh, it hurts pretty bad.” Buck adds, a bit muffled, his tongue still sticking out a bit, as if that’s supposed to help. His hands are fiddling with the bottle, and Eddie’s just watching him with amusement.

“What do you want me to do, kiss it better?” Eddie raises his eyebrow, tone clearly teasing, and he doesn’t even realize what he’s actually suggesting until Buck looks at him with wide eyes, tongue still half-stuck out. Eddie’s cheeks burn. He can’t believe he said this. Yes, it was a joke – mostly – but also, he’s an adult and a medic, he could’ve told him how to soothe the burn instead of jumping to a fucking kissing joke. Especially when it’s a tongue. It would be different if Buck cut or burned his finger, but he burned his tongue, and Eddie made a joke about kissing it better. He starts praying that the earth opens up and swallows him whole, because this is just embarrassing. 

But then Buck says, tone serious, eyes wide:

"I mean, if you want to." and Eddie almost chokes on air. He wants to laugh it off, but Buck’s not laughing, and, well, he’d lie if he said he wouldn’t use that as an excuse to kiss Buck right now, if he was sure Buck wanted it, too.

“I can do that.” he says, making sure it’s more serious, but with enough teasing to be able to play it off. He’s not sure he could fool anyone, though. He takes a step towards Buck, who’s frozen in place now, tongue back in his mouth, pain clearly forgotten, as he takes a shaky breath.

“Only if you wanna.” he whispers, and Eddie gets even closer, crowding him against the fridge, and he hears a few magnets fall down to the floor.

“Oh, I wanna. Do you?” he asks, because while it’s clear, he needs to make sure, if he’s about to change things, there can’t be any hesitation.

And there’s not, because Buck leans forwards and captures Eddie’s lips in a chaste, tentative kiss – which then turns into more real quick as Eddie opens his mouth, and then Buck immediately adds tongue into the mix, brushing his own against Eddie’s, and, well, clearly he’s not in pain anymore, because the way he's kissing Eddie is… literally breathtaking, and unlike any kiss Eddie’s ever experienced before. To be fair, it might be intensified by the strength of Eddie’s feelings, that feel like they want to explode out of his chest, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s a damn good kiss.

Buck tastes like whatever meal he’s been preparing, and beer, and Eddie never wants to stop kissing him. He’s pinning Buck against the fridge, Buck’s hands are around his neck, one of them still holding the bottle of beer, but at this moment Eddie doesn’t even care if it falls and shatters and makes a mess. At this moment, all he cares about is Buck and his lips on Eddie’s.

It’s way too soon that he pulls away, because he remembers why it’s happening in the first place. He looks at Buck’s face and kiss-swollen lips, and licks his own, Buck’s eyes following the movement.

“How’s your tongue?” Eddie asks quietly. Buck blinks, as if surprised, as if he forgot. Then, he appears to run it across his teeth, lips closed, judging.

“Uh, a bit uncomfortable, still hurts a little. Can’t properly taste you, so we’re gonna have to repeat that once it’s better, too.” he adds with a wide smile.

“Don’t worry, we will.” Eddie presses a soft kiss to his lips, and pulls away again, just in time to both feel and see Buck’s arm unwrap from his neck, and reach towards the counter to put down the beer. “You should probably drink some cold water for that, by the way, not beer.” he advises.

“Yeah, okay.” Buck mutters, and then he’s pulling Eddie back in for another kiss, and they continue making out, with the sounds of their dinner simmering quietly, and muffled sounds of video games from the living room reminding them not to get too lost in each other right now. They’ll have plenty of time for that later, and for the rest of their lives.

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Fight for the Throne: Battle

Part 5.4 of Heirs Apparent | AO3

Masterlist

CW: violence, blood, childhood trauma

Danny's current fear was that his sudden absence was going to rattle the Ghost Zone and the Observants would appear out of nowhere to escort him back to work. He'd soon rather reveal his ghostly side to the three Parisians than have the eyeballs show up in the base. CW should be keeping them from doing that at least, he thought, if he knows what's going to happen.

He looks back at the group, rubbing his middle where he was previously shot. "Please don't fault Marinette for lying to you," he finally said to them. "And don't think that everything you know her as is a lie. She's a good person—just raised around the wrong people. I get that you have doubts but I'm sure she'll come clean after all of this."

He focused on the blonde boy, Adrien, in particular. If this incident is going to lead to their break-up, ancients, his sister was going to burn the League down.

The three didn't say a word, maybe still in the middle of processing everything they had heard so far. Danny stretched his arms and legs. "Okaaay, since we're all familiar with each other now, I think Adrien's due for a shovel talk."

"Seriously?" Chloe sputtered. "Aren't you like, even bothered about being trapped in here?"

Danny raised an eyebrow. As if you weren't just complaining about your hair earlier. He mustered his most innocent smile, folding his arms at the back of his head. "Well, no, 'cause it's useless to have negative vibes around here and we have nothing better to do anyway than talk."

The short girl, Alix, let out a light chuckle.

"So . . ." Danny pinned his gaze on Adrien again and saw him visibly gulp. "That shovel talk?"

"Right, uhh." Adrien smiled nervously. "I—I love Mari . . ."

"Mmm hmm."

"And I'd like to hear her side and . . . and honestly I just want to see her safe right now." The boy raked a hand through his hair. "I'd never do anything to hurt her and I've committed myself to protecting her during err, the attacks."

Danny nodded his head, humming. "I know amira wouldn't settle for anything less anyway."

"What does that mean? 'Amira'?" Alix asked. "Sounds like Arabic."

"It is Arabic. Means 'princess'," Danny answered, "She was the princess of the League."

Adrien's lips parted in recognition, forming an 'o'. Danny briefly recalled Marinette mentioning how one of his nicknames for her was 'princess'.

"I think you're pretty cool, Adrien. When it comes to the shovel talk, it's our brother you want to watch out for actually." A mischievous glint sparkled in Danny's eye. He knew just then that his eyes had momentarily turned toxic green. "He'll bring his katanas when he talks to you."

"Damian Wayne?"

"Yup, that one."

Static fizzled in the air, making Danny stiffen up. A cold gasp was threatening to escape his lips but it wasn't quite there. A portal's about to open up. He moved towards the corner of the cell where the view of any watchers would be blocked. He summoned a tiny portal to intercept the incoming one and used his other voice in a low tone.

"S̴̥̤̪̙̰̦͌̎̌̆͂̃̈́ͅẗ̸̢̫̥̒a̷̦̠̲̓̒̽̉̇̊̕͝ỳ̶̩͈̰̗͍͑͐̌̆̓͜ ̴͎͙̣͊ả̴̛͓͚͈̈́̏̽̂w̶̳̹̤̿̔̈́̔͐̏̃͘ͅǎ̴̻̪̐͊͆̓̇ȳ̸̰͔͓́͜͜ͅ ̶̢̙̊f̸̡͋̎̇͘r̸̡͔̖̱̗̤͒͆ơ̵̙͉̘̰̙̼̈́͂͛͋̌̎ͅṃ̴̧̛̻̳͉͑̈́̊͝ ̴̛̞̼͍̮͋̋͌̑m̴̛̺̫̜̲͍̦̣͐ỷ̸̢̱̻̙̯̫ ̸̬̙̬͊̈́̎̿͠l̴̘̳̭̈́̌̍͐̿̀́ơ̸̡̧̢͉̗͓̖͋̾̃̿c̷̙̻̖̣̥̄á̴̯͓̓̅͂͆ṫ̸̠͖̘̠̯̯̈í̶̡̀̂̊͌ȍ̵̻͚͆̎͛͝n̶̲̗̂̉͋̾," he threatened, "Ḏ̸̡̢̨̧̧̻̈͋͒̀̃͜͝͠ơ̴̝͚͈̩͚̤̪̍͆͑̂̕ ̷̞͙̳͙̗̤͍̔̔ͅn̶̲̥̘̻̹̒͜o̵̡̡͇̩̓̒̑͝͝t̷̯̝̜̬͙͉̍͊̃̂͋͌̚ ̷̱̪̙̣͎̈͂̍͂́͜c̵̩̍o̷̜̳͚̘̭͗̋m̴͔̓͛̐͂͊͠͝e̸͔͙̟̞̼̟̍̊̈́̀̋͌̏͘ ̵̯͍̞͎̜́͜u̸̖͖͍̳͇͛́̄͜n̴̛̙͚̺̈́́͛͆̾t̶̘̗̞̼͛ì̵̧̨̥͎̏͌́͘ḻ̴̃̍̋̅ ̷̨̢̫̓́ͅĮ̷̯̟͉͓̦̳̎ ̷̡̠͈͕̬̺̞̑̃̽͒͝ą̷̽̄̿s̷̛̰̺̭̫͈̀͆̅̔ͅk̸̨̩͓̜̯̲̬̒̿͝ ̶̧̢͇̞̖̀̏̏̇̚͜f̷͖͉͉̌͐̅͌͆̏o̴̡̞̼͓͈̳͗́̈̂͝͝r̶̞̦̲̋̿͆ ̷̻͖͗̌̈̕̚͝y̵̼͌̽̍o̴̗̒̍̏́͆̕͠ű̴̫̯͍͔͕̀͐̈̎̕͘."

He closed the portal instantly, mumbling, "Creepy fucking eyeballs."

And when he looked back, the Parisians were staring at him in different versions of horror. "Okay, come on, there's probably an akuma that's weirder than that." He crossed his arms pouting. "And . . . no, as much as I would like to, I'm not telling my whole life-death story as long as we're in here. You guys can just pretend you didn't witness that."

---

The sun dimmed and the sky soon faded into black as the day passed. They were brought just enough food to ration, but other than that, the League had kept them inside their cells. Soon, against her wishes, Marinette began to doze off.

"You shouldn't have done that."

That was what Damian had told her right after her first kill. Her hand shook around the knife as she walked behind her brothers.

'You shouldn't have done that'? She had worked with her blood and sweat in training and that was all he could say to her? She grit her teeth, breathing heavily.

Looking at her brothers' backs enraged her more. She was now one of them, but they didn't want her. Screaming, she lunged for Damian, tackling him to the ground and raining blows that he attempted to dodge. "What was I supposed to do?!" She yelled, hot tears at the corner of her eyes. "What was I supposed to do?!"

Damian was stunned into speechlessness as her tears dropped onto his own cheeks. Danyal only stood nearby, head held down. They probably thought they failed to save her from the worst kind of life. But their responses were hell for Marinette.

The scene melted into something that else—Marinette was Ladybug, all grown now, and was facing the ruins of Paris. Instead of burning chaos like she always pictured, the devastated city was a shell of itself, desolate like the places she'd gone to for a mission. She was the last soldier standing, and the akumas that had caused all of it . . .

A tightness erupted in her chest. Sobs wracked her whole body, followed by an unnerving numbness beneath her skin. From far away, she could hear a voice but couldn't make out what it was saying.

She curled in on herself, screaming, letting out what the city's terrorist had denied her for years. Somehow, she wasn't enough, she wasn't the heroine of Paris like she was supposed to be, she was the one who failed to save her people.

"Marinette!"

She jumped back into half-consciousness and found herself still shaking. Jason came into view, who was holding her while she fell apart. But instead of pushing him away, she clutched his shirt more tightly and let herself cry out loud and drain her tears.

She didn't care how pathetic she seemed, how pitiful it was despite putting up an act the previous day. Tim and Dick's expressions were unreadable: maybe it was grief, or guilt, or confusion, or sympathy, or panic. Marinette figured that they saw the ugly trauma crawl out of her, a kind of mirror to their own experiences.

Though their reactions told her that hers was much, much worse.

"Are you okay?" Jason asked in a hushed tone, pulling away the sweaty strands of hair from her face.

Marinette nodded mutely and pulled away. Jason returned to his brothers. No one uttered a word but they were still staring at her.

She pulled her lips into a fine line. "What, never seen a traumatized kid before?"

The boys could only radiate with concern—it seemed like they wouldn't say anything.

Marinette wrapped her arms around her knees. "Do me a favor: when you finally get around to researching about me, make sure you have the right information." She blinked and gazed emptily at the wall. "Then maybe you'll understand."

---

Damian noted the worry in Jazz's eyes when he pushed his portion of food towards her. "You should eat," he told her, "You don't know when the next is going to be."

"What about you?"

"I've suffered worse."

Her face twisted in a way that looked like she was imagining what that 'worse' looked like. But despite her efforts, he refused to take his food back and only opted for the cup of water. He knew she was starving as well, but didn't want to show it too much.

"So, we're here because this 'League of Assassins' wants one of you to take over, right?" Jazz pushed back her hair as she ate.

"Yes, I believe so."

She frowned. "Does it really have to be one of you? Why not choose someone else?"

Damian clicked his tongue. "I do wonder that myself. The problem is that they only consider us worthy because we've been trained by Ra's. I think they're missing something here if they didn't stop to consider that we actually don't share his ideals."

"Also . . . if you're here with me, who do you think Danny's with?"

"If the situation is a switch-around, then Danyal must be with our sister's Parisian friends, and Marinette is with my brothers." Now that he considered it, Marinette with Dick, Jason, and Tim was a recipe for disaster. Secrets were going to be exposed left and right: his brothers would be prying into Marinette's issues and it was only a matter of time before Danny's presence as a king would be needed.

The morning passed more quickly than the previous day. Assassins came to their cell for the second time, not to hand them food but to escort them out. He and Jazz were being taken to opposite directions, and he couldn't bring himself to strike just yet because they had her.

So he moved along the path, pulled along by two assassins, and plunged into the darkness.

---

What Damian noticed while going through the halls was how much of a maze the place was. It didn't help that he hadn't stepped foot in the base either—it would be tricky to navigate the escape.

He was led down a staircase and into another room where the escorts left him. The room was a tad bit larger than the cell, filled with weapons of every kind including his own. At the opposite side there's an opening barred by metal bars that could be unlocked by a lever. Peeking out, Damian saw that it led to the arena he spotted from the window of the cell.

He walked towards the wooden table that held his katanas. So this is it. The fight.

He picked up the twin weapons and stuffed other smaller ones in his possession: knives, a small handgun, shurikens. After packing up, he looked towards the gate.

See you soon, akhi. Amira.

---

The day was officially coming to be one of the worst days Jason Todd ever had. When they were finally getting out of the cell, they were taken into a series of winding passages and into what looked like a viewing deck for the arena. Other assassins had taken Marinette away—she left them with a stern warning not to do anything rash.

We have our hands tied. Great.

The other hostages were in viewing decks, too, close enough for Jason to make out their faces but too far to communicate with them. They were located higher up so it was difficult to drop down to the bottom without a grapple. In a higher viewing deck, there was a group of cloaked figures, maybe the elders who will be spectating the battle.

He stood near the ledge, looking over the dusty fighting arena. A part of him worried about Marinette especially after that breakdown she had. Something told him her triggers originated not only from her childhood.

The metal gates opened not long after. The three League heirs slipped out, each carrying different weapons. Damian had his usual katanas, and their other brother (Danyal, if he remembered the name Marinette mentioned) had a crossbow and a sword. Meanwhile Marinette . . .

"Is that a rifle?" Tim rubbed his eyes in disbelief. True enough, Marinette had a gun hoisted over her shoulder.

"Won't that, I don't know, be bad for mobility?" Added Dick.

He wasn't wrong. It was a large empty arena with no obstacles or structures to climb over. If there was a fight going on, they'd have to constantly move around often to attack and dodge. Jason only hoped Marinette knew what she was doing.

The triplets moved to the center to talk but their conversation couldn't be heard from their spot. The gates opened again, this time welcoming hordes of assassins. The three wasted no time positioning themselves back-to-back in defensive stances.

"It's a test," Jason mumbled.

"Like if their assassins skills are rusty?" Tim asked. Jason only shrugged in response.

The fight began with the sound of a horn.

Jason focused on Marinette first, curious about her next moves. She had strapped the rifle to her back and opted for a closer range combat, armed with blades. Right off the bat, he could see that her fighting style was deadly. Sharp. Jason could almost liken it to Cass' movements. But if Cass' fighting was like an art form, a dance with her opponents, Marinette's was extremely flawless—she never made a wrong move, no unnecessary actions. By League standards, she was a perfect soldier.

Next, his gaze wandered off to the other boy, Danyal, who looked like a near copy of Damian. His fighting was more fluid, as swiftly moved around their attackers to deliver his own blows. When Damian was in combat, he was more aggressive, like a blazing fire. Danyal on the other hand was a shadow, a trick of the eye.

What Jason found strange was the uncanny calmness that washed over him whenever he watched Danyal.

The battle was in the triplets' favor so far. Jason shuddered at how well the three worked together, aside from their individual prowess. Where one sibling had an opening, the other covered and when one attacked, another supported from behind. They were like clockwork turning in sync, as if they had each other's moves memorized and predicted.

No wonder they were separated, Jason thought.

Another thing he noticed was that they never seemed to have the intent to kill. Bodies were being knocked out left and right but they were only immobilized with injury or unconscious at most. Soon, all their opponents were down, leaving the three catching their breaths and wiping blood off their skin.

The horn sounded again, but this time no more assassins were released into the arena. The triplets looked towards the upper deck, where the League members were staying.

"Are they . . . supposed to fight each other now?" said Tim.

Jason inhaled sharply. The League would keep them there forever until only one heir remained. Maybe they would kill the hostages one by one as a threat. He clenched his jaw. "We have to get out of here."

Dick headed straight for the door behind them, but it was locked and bolted shut. Tim was looking around for another way to escape.

But Jason watched.

Damian, Danyal, and Marinette had faced each other, each drawing their weapons.

Then they attacked. 

---

Zalgo Text: "Stay away from my location." "Do not come until I ask for you."

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45. "You're simply the best" for dialogue writing prompts because it's true for you ✨✨✨✨✨💛

Awww, Jen, you're always so sweet to me 💛💛💛

Thank you so much for the lovely prompt. And also thank you @baronsamediswife for coming up with the idea. Love your brain. And you.

This is totally stolen from Shitt's Creek. When David serenades Patrick *melts into a puddle*

You’re simply the best

„I don’t know why you‘re in such a hurry, seriously. It’s an open mic night. I’m still surprised you even agreed to come. You’ll hate it.”

Steve huffs, kind of amused at his boyfriend’s antics.

His boyfriend. Steve still couldn’t believe it. It’s all very new but he’s already so gone on Eddie, it’s kind of embarrassing. Or it would be if Steve would tell him. Which he won’t. No, he’s playing it cool. Going slow. Let it progress naturally, Harrington he tells himself. He’s got this.

The nervous energy Eddie exudes is nothing unusual per se. He’s always fidgeting, always playing with his rings, his hair, or lately, Steve’s hands. But Steve doesn’t get why he’s nervous going to an open mic night where people will most likely sing Madonna or ABBA or the Bangles. And not very good, in Steve’s experience. There will be a lot of secondhand embarrassment. Which is honestly why Steve and Robin wanted to go. To make fun of people. So why was Eddie nervous?

He gets his answer an hour later.

Eddie had excused himself to the bathroom five minutes ago and Robin’s been telling him something about a girl she met at the grocery store earlier that day. She explains how their hands touched and how she felt sparks and oh my god Steve she smiled at me. He’s about to tell her that the girl was obviously flirting with Robin and that she should have asked her out when Robin’s eyes get big, and her mouth drops open.

“Robin? What’s the matter?” But before she can answer he hears a familiar voice, amplified by a microphone.

“I would like to dedicate this song to a very special someone in my life. Steve Harrington.”

What the…

“There he is, right there, that’s him.” Eddie’s smiling at Steve, soft and private. And although Steve feels heat rise in his cheeks, he’s not sure that it’s from embarrassment. “You can’t miss him. Prettiest boy in town. Hell, in this country.” Nope, definitely not embarrassment.

Robin mistakes the increasing redness of his face, though. “You’ll let me know when I should pull the fire alarm?”  Before Steve can reply Eddie starts to plug the strings of his acoustic guitar. It has ‘this machine slays dragons’ written across the smooth wooden surface. Eddie was such a nerd. His nerd.

The melody is soft, so unlike anything Eddie usually plays, that Steve needs a second to place it. When he does, his heart skips a beat.

I call you when I need you, my heart's on fire

You come to me, come to me wild and wild

When you come to me

Give me everything I need

Fuck. He was being serenaded by Eddie Munson. Steve can’t help the way he just melts. He knows how he feels about Eddie, has known for a while. But never in his wildest dreams did he expect this. He tries to swallow but his mouth’s too dry. He can’t say the same thing for his eyes.

Give me a lifetime of promises and a world of dreams

Speak a language of love like you know what it means

MMm, and it can't be wrong

Take my heart and make it strong, baby

He’s not singing the song like Tina is. It’s a slow rendition. Heartfelt and soft. The way Eddie sometimes is with him, when they’re alone in Steve’s bed. It reminds him of the way Eddie’s eyes become when he looks down at Steve in his arms, bedhead and morning breath and all. Liquid, like warm honey.

When he hits the chorus and sings

Ooh, you're simply the best

Better than all the rest

Better than anyone

Anyone I've ever met

He looks straight into Steve’s eyes and even though they hadn’t said it yet he hears the ‘I love you’ clear as day. He mouths back at Eddie ‘I love you, too’ and smiles at him. The crocked one he knows Eddie loves best.

When Eddie finishes the song, everyone applauds enthusiastically. Even if Steve wasn’t biased, he would say Eddie had been the best performer all night. As it is, he whoops and hollers like they’re at Madison Square Garden and not some bar that has seen better days. Eddie bows dramatically before hopping off the stage, striding across the room to where Steve and Robin are standing.

“What’d you say, big boy?” he asks, tone cheeky but Steve can see in his eyes that he’s nervous. He just put his heart on the line here and even though Steve had mouthed ‘I love you’ at Eddie just minutes ago, he knows what he has to do now.

He steps forward, right into Eddie’s space. He cups his face in both hands and pulls him down until their lips are almost touching. Steve makes sure to look deep into Eddie’s eyes, letting his own tell Eddie everything he’s been swallowing down for weeks before he whispers against Eddie’s lips.

“You’re simply the best.”

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TYBW Anime Ep. 3 vs the manga - SPOILERS

Bleach Twitter has been talking a lot about the pacing of the anime as opposed to the manga and the things that are being skipped.

Even though no one has asked for it, I want to lay out my own opinions on the matter in a forum that isn't limited to however many characters.

If you haven't read the manga, you might want to ignore this post. I intend to talk about spoilers for the end.

So one of the things that happens in both the anime and the manga in this section/episode is that Kubo-sensei lays out his THEME for this entire arc.

As the very groovy Aizen look-alike explains, the answer to the question "Are we on the side of justice?" is very clearly: "No." This will likely end in subjugation--one side will dominate the other, by brute force, not because it's just or right

Later on the same page/in the same scene, prayer bead wearing Aizen look-alike explains that wars only happen because both sides are right (and by implication also both wrong.)

Thus, what bothers me about the missing scenes, namely the lieutenant's meeting, is that one of the things that's revealed there is that Shinigami killed civilians to maintain the "Balance."

In the anime, Mayuri explains it to Yamamoto, but we don't see the evidence laid out in the same way--and that takes some power away. This is kind of a moment that could be read with a certain amount of horror because these civilians were not only unarmed, but also BAREFOOT. These were the poorest of the poor and an armed garrison of trained Shinigami literally rounded them up and slaughtered them on the orders of a 12th Division captain who has the authority to do so without the express permission of the Captain-Commander.

This is a moment.

A big one.

It's a moment where we see the cracks in the foundation of the Soul Society as "good guys." (Arguments can be made that they showed these cracks earlier, but this is the first time Kubo-sensei is being this blatant with his dystopia. He sets out the lieutenant's meeting and then literally allows a character to say, "hey, if we did genocide before, are we the good guys??" and have the answer be explicitly, "mmm, no, not really, but neither are the Quincy.")

So, I was excited when we seem to start to get more Ishida (younger and elder) on screen in the anime. I was very hopeful that we might see some of the Quincy side of the story, which was very much missing from the manga. Like, as the manga readers know, Ishida (younger) appears to join this side and one presumes there is a compelling reason for that, though we only know vagaries about what happened 200 years ago when the Quincy failed to meet the Shinigami demands and the Shinigami wiped them out almost to a man.

This is not being hit very hard in the anime.

More time was spent in the anime watching Juha Bach/Yhwach being a creep to his underlings which just makes the Quincy seem as insane as their master/king. Likewise, we got almost every blow by blow of Ichigo's fight with Nazi-haircut Quincy, which again, only serves to make the Quincy seem insane rather than justified in their anguish... which really they should be. (See Mayuri and Ishida fight in the rescue arc, where Mayuri explicitly states that he's not interested in this so-called last Quincy because he's already had his fill of torturing them and extracting information about them due to this last war.)

I'm glad they gave Ishida more screen time, but most of it was useless. Like, honestly, a flashback to the Mayuri fight would have been more powerful, IMHO, and requires no extra writing/drawing. Ishida's hunting for information about the Quincy's past and then us, the viewers, only getting the voice over of the exact same information that groovy Aizen-look-alike gives didn't feel worth the animation hours. Perhaps, you're thinking, but, Junko, they can't just make stuff up! Yeah, they can. Kubo-sensei is consulting, That means they're paying to put his name on the screen, as having approved of this whole thing. They could have asked him to write three sentences for Ishida to have read that fit whatever his vision is for the Quincy side of the story.

And again, I wouldn't harp on this, but this is literally the episode that SETS UP THE ENDING. Like it or not, Kubo-sensei told us he was going to end on a downbeat, with the Quincy subjugated and destroyed and no sense of justice. It's right here. IN THIS EPISODE. We should see the horror on the faces of the Shinigami who are suddenly made aware that they are complicit in not only genocide of the their hated enemy the Quincies, but also of the people they ostensibly protect in the Rukongai.

THAT would underscore the idea that there is no justice in war. Both sides has war crimes to answer for. We've seen Juha being crazy, we need to see the dark underbelly of the Soul Society.

And let me be clear. Kubo did not do this perfectly in the manga. Anyone who knows me knows that I had a LOT of problems with how this arc played out in the end. I had been hoping, however, that the anime could have been an opportunity to condense some of the endless fight scenes and give this story the backbone that Kubo laid down, but never built up.

Alas.

Also, am sad we never got grumpy (or thinking face??) Renji at Sasakibe's funeral.

Also, they skipped on the usual Kubo signature post-death scene where we learn about Sasakibe, his fierce loyalty to Yamamoto, and how he used bankai for the first time in battle only to die.

So, if you love Bleach for these kinds of character moments, the anime seems to be skipping them in favor of the protracted battle scenes, which... I mean, I love fighting anime? I would be lying if I said I wouldn't be happy with an entire 52 episode run of Ichigo just yelling "bankai" and "Getsuga Tensho" over and over!! So, I mean, I don't HATE the anime by any stretch. I'm just a fan fic writer who loves Kubo-sensei for his liminal spaces, his in-between moments.

And so far the anime is light on those.

I'm still deeply pleased to see it happening at all, however.

[itsclydebitches]

I suppose I kinda hoped the characters were reintroduced to qualities of themselves that were once considered distasteful. Like Yang goes red eyes on someone but it doesn't really mean anything. Or Blake running from an dangerous situation was smart and correct, actually. Or Weiss's more cold personality being used to defuse Ruby's impulsive decisions. Or returning Ruby's empathy for people that stopped once she got blasted by Raven/Cinder.

Mmm yes. Absolutely that too. Honestly, I think the entirety of the lamp/Atlas arc was a wasted opportunity in that regard. Instead of having Ruby re-learn empathy after a year+ of betrayal and hardships, she becomes so devoted to her own perspective that she doesn't just reject those who she arguably has some reason to distrust (Ozpin, Ironwood), but she also rejects teammates who display any differing opinions (Qrow with the airship, the group about secrets, Penny about Ironwood). Instead of helping to balance Ruby's hopeful, impulsive nature with a more pragmatic approach, Weiss has been reduced to the occasional quip and nonsensical retort because such a personality would have aligned her too strongly with two antagonists: her sister and Ironwood. Rather than getting a handle on her anger to the point where Yang can poke fun at herself a bit, angry moments like the one with Marrow (despite no red eyes) is treated as both serious and justified. And frankly, the show has nothing of worth to say about Blake. It has always driven me nuts that the show tried to frame her returning home -- like everyone else in Beacon! - as 'running away,' only to turn around and have Blake remain silent during the crucial choice of staying to fight Salem vs. running with who they could. Does Blake have any of her own opinions there, outside of what Ruby has already decreed? Does the story care that she originally ran from Adam until he successfully cornered her -- and that this was a smart choice when outmatched and immersed in a secret mission? Why does nothing come of Blake's admission that she fears killing again? Does that mean she wants to 'run' from the fight as a whole? And again, why out of all these excellent conflicts, does her supposed fear of commitment stem from leaving a deadly battle after it had already concluded to return to the safety of her parents, just like the rest of her team? Don't even get me started on the flimsy 'evidence' regarding her semblance, as if we couldn't say the exact same of Sun or Weiss. Anyone who uses their powers to create a copy for the enemy to fight is secretly cowardly, I guess.

All of these weaknesses we were introduced to had ample time for growth during the last two major arcs and instead the characters have only grown worse without the story acknowledging that (Ruby), have remained oddly static (Weiss, Blake), or have moved backwards to undo what little progress we got earlier in the series (Yang).