#i still want to choke the designer who thought it was a good idea to go full crazy with the details in both modes to the point that...

[windydrawallday]

I ended up jumping from WIP to WIP in a total of three hours at work (they know I'm a graphic designer/amateur illustrator plus I'm up to date with them so, they don't mind me carrying my laptop and drawing in the meantime) and so, even if not finished, advanced a lot of things!

I'm quite happy to fight my art block with these baby steps.

Anyway, made from zero a few expression exercises with my Roddy design, revisited an old expression sheet for my Lockdown design, and resumed studying toys and starting a (very green) design to approach Predaking that doesn't give me a figurative aneurism.

[kaciidubs]

Curious Cat

❣ Summary: Perhaps being curious wasn't all that bad. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.48k ❣ Warnings: Slight Sub! Chris, fluff, smut, comfort, use of safeword, sex toys [vibrators], slight overstimulation, aftercare ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, and My Love, Reader is referred to as Baby, unedited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back - and boy, was this cat satisfied.

Chris didn't intend on snooping around your room when you left to get snacks for your impending movie date, nor did he intend to find a few hidden objects in your sock drawer.

Who knew him wanting to coo over your cute Sanrio themed socks would've turned into him holding not one, but two of your sex toys?

"Alright, I think I have every- Why are you holding those?"

His head snapped in the direction of your voice, your hands holding two convenience store bags filled with the snacks you'd promised.

"I-I, um, I didn't mean to-"

"Are you trying to skip the movie and get to the good part of the night?"

The suggestiveness in your tone made his heart skip a beat - sure, he was ready for you no matter what, but he genuinely wasn't trying to come off as entirely horny, he was just curious.

"I wanna watch the movie, really, but..."

Looking down at the toys in his hands, he couldn't help the thoughts brewing in his head; how do you use them? Do you use them by themselves or do you watch the private videos you two have made while touching yourself? Do you use one or multiple in one night? Do they make you come just as hard as he does?

"I... I think I wanna know how these work."

"On me?" You mused, a sly smirk growing on your lips, "Or on you?"

Oh.

Was that even possible? Could your toys work the same on him as they do for you? Could they make him come just as hard as you do?

Chris was curious, some may say too curious for his own good, but he wouldn't let that deter him.

Which is how he found himself now; naked and writhing on your bed as you held a small blue vibrating toy to the leaky head of his cock, the two bunny shaped ears vibrating in a pattern that left him breathless.

The rabbit vibrator, you'd told him - it was your go to for nights where you just wanted to get off and go to bed.

It made his head spin just simply knowing that the toy currently on the flared tip of his dick was also used on your clit.

"How's it feel, baby?" You cooed, the only piece of clothing still on your body being a basic pair of cotton panties. "Feels good, right? I didn't even have to use too much lube with the way you're dripping right now."

He whined out a sound of agreement, too focused on the pulsing of the toy to pay you any mind.

"This next one is new, I haven't even used it on myself yet but that's okay - you can be my little test bunny, yeah?"

"Y-Yes, fuck yes, please." If one toy was able to make him feel this good, then whatever you had planned for him next was more than welcome.

The small, targeted vibrations of the rabbit left his cock, prompting him to open his eyes and look down at you in question before his gaze locked onto the next toy in your hand.

It was bigger, sort of shaped like a microphone, and was slightly intimidating based on the simpler, theme-less design.

"It's a Hitachi wand," you explained, turning it to give him a full view, "it's supposed to have more power than the rabbit, but since I haven't used it yet, I don't know how it's supposed to feel on me - so, make sure you tell me everything you feel, okay?"

Chris nodded, his dick throbbing in anticipation, "Okay, yeah, I will."

You took a moment to coat the soft bulbous tip with lube before turning it toward him; rubbing it along his shaft to give him a general idea of what it feels like while it's not running.

"Ready?"

"R-Ready."

The click of a button was all he could register before a strong wave of vibration forced a choked gasp from his plump lips.

He could feel it everywhere; from the tip of his cock to his abdomen - he could even feel the vibrations in the taughtness of his balls, it was insane.

If it weren't for the fact that you were sitting between his legs, he probably would've been folded like a chair from the pleasure.

"Channie? How's it feel, baby? What is it like?"

His hands fisted the sheets, chest heaving in uneven breaths as he tried his best to collect the brain cells to form words.

"I-It- oh fuck, fuck, it's so- it's everywhere, baby- oh my god don't stop, please don't stop!"

His stomach was coated in precum, his cock leaking in ways you haven't seen before - you were almost jealous it was being wasted on him instead of in you, but that would be fixed later on.

Pressing the vibration button, you kicked up the speed and pressed the toy against the underside of his cock, right against a vein you were graciously familiar with.

The sound he let out was crossed between a grunt and a gasp of air, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and before you knew it, thick ropes of white streaked across his chest and stomach.

It was like he was frozen in time, stuck between breaths and stomach contracting with each wave of cum leaving him, numb to everything but the constant vibrations now spreading throughout his body.

At the same time, you weren't fairing any better; watching in shocked amazement as your usually loud finishing boyfriend was resorted to nothing but choked breaths and twitching limbs. It wasn't until a certain gasped word forced it's way past his lips that you were brought back to reality.

"R-Red- Red-"

You turned the toy off immediately, tossing it behind you as your hands moved to hold his shaking ones, knuckles white from his grip on your sheets.

"Okay, Channie, it's okay - we're all done, yeah?" You could see the faint streak of tears shining down the sides of his face, watching as he tried nodding his head. "You're okay, baby, just take a deep breath with me - slowly, just breathe with me."

He took a shivering inhale, broken between soft hiccups, before sighing it out slowly, his body relaxing just a bit.

"Good boy, just a few more times for me, alright?"

With each breath taken, his body finally relaxed and the tension in his hands released enough for you to slip your hands into his palms, thumbs caressing his undoubtedly sore knuckles.

"You did great, Channie, such a great job - will you be okay if I leave to get a washcloth to clean you up? Do you want me to run a bath?"

Chris shook his head softly, squeezing your hands, "Just... Just a washcloth... A-And some water, please."

Nodding, you leaned down to press a kiss to his right hand, "Alright, baby, I'll be right back."

It only took a few minutes for you to return with the warm washcloth and a bottle of water, gently wiping up the mess of cum from his skin and lube from his softening dick, before helping him sit up to drink.

He finished the water bottle in record time, chugging it as if he just finished a set on stage before letting out a deep sigh, leaning his head against your headrest.

"That was..."

"Intense?"

"Amazing." He laughed lightly, "And intense too, yeah, but it was... I never felt anything like that before, but I feel like if I didn't tap out then, I would've passed out."

Small giggles bubbles from your mouth, shaking your head at his honesty, "Well thank you for letting me know - do you need me to do anything for you? More water? Food? Wanna talk it out some more? Where's your head at, my love?"

A small hum left him as he opened his eyes to gaze at you through a soft haze, "Food sounds great, and we can definitely talk about it more but not before you tell me how you're doing. I'm alright, really, just a little overstimulated - but what about you? I didn't mean to scare you with the safeword."

"You didn't scare me at all! I was just worried about you, trust me - I'm just glad you're okay." Scooting closer to him, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, smiling as he press himself into you. "I'll order the food, you just focus on cooling down, yeah?"

He nodded before looking at you with puppy eyes, "Can we order a pizza?"

Rolling your eyes, you laughed, "Yes, we can order a pizza - find something to watch then we can talk about the toys some more."

With a hum of agreement, you set off to put your date night back on track.

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[thefallennightmare]

If you don’t have too many requests already, but if you do please ignore this headcannon

Reader and Bad Omens go to Vegas to celebrate the drop of Concrete Jungle [The OST], Noah and Reader get so hammered that when they wake up, they realized that they got married to each other. Reader is distraught because she believes Noah hates since he very rarely speaks to her, but on Noah’s end he’s more than happy realizing that he married the girl of his dreams.

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I hope you don't mind but I changed the idea of getting drunk only out of respect for Noah(who is sober) and me because I don't feel comfortable writing that aspect. But I promise, it will still be good!

"What did we do?" You asked with a shaky breath, staring at the ring on your left finger.

It wasn't anything special, a simple golden band, but when your eyes glanced over to the sleeping form next to you, you nearly choked on your breath.

Noah lay on his back, a hand resting on the tattoos on his chest, and soft snores fell from his parted lips.

A matching band on his left finger.

The buzz from the adrenaline from last night was beginning to wear off, and moments of what happened slowly coming back.

Everyone was in Vegas to celebrate the release of CJ OST and the energy that vibrated off of Noah was insane, both of you bouncing off the walls with excitement.

You'd help them produce one of the tracks so being able to hear it made you feel a sense of pride and accomplishment.

As Digital Footprint played in the background last night while the two of you sat on the couch, he gazed over at you.

"What?" You asked a red hue covering your cheeks.

"Let's get married. Just for the fun of it," he suggested.

You snorted while rolling your eyes. "No fucking way. I'm not marrying you if you're drunk."

"I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in months. I'm sober."

Now here you were, twenty-four hours later with a husband lying next to you in bed and a twinge of regret.

You'd never been close with Noah, not like how you were with the others. And you knew once he woke up and he realized it was a mistake, the faster you two could go get this marriage annulled.

Soft fingers grazed over the fabric of your shirt, pulling you into a warm chest.

The crash of adrenaline happened before you could celebrate this marriage, both of you falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

"Hi angel," Noah mused in the crook of your neck.

You stilled in his embrace at hearing the nickname. He'd only ever called you that a few times but you thought it was something to mess with you. Since you loved everything fallen angels.

"Do you remember last night?" You asked.

"Of course I do. I told you, I was sober."

Absentminded, you began tracing over the bright red designs over his arm.

"So was I. But I figured you'd regret what happened."

He gripped your chin now, forcing you to look up at him. "I don't regret anything that happened. You're it for me, angel. This is what I want; as long as you do too."

His eyes sparkled with so much light as he gazed down at you and you felt your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

"I do," you admitted with a breath.

Noah brushed his nose along yours. "Good, because now that I have you. I'm not letting you go."

[mymoodwriting]

Request for @tenswife (Yandere WayV Maknaes) 4.1k, yandere, asylum patients, needles, drugs, restraints, manipulation, delusions, hallucinations, choking, bruising, kidnapping, loss of mental stability (@starillusion13)

“Stay away from the triplets.”

That wasn’t something you wanted to hear on your first day. All it did was make you aware of how dangerous this place was. That’s what you thought anyway, an asylum isn’t exactly a place for sane people, and this wasn’t making you feel better. Even with that in mind you were told it would be a good idea to get some help, professional help that is. The stress from work was really getting to you as of late, and it was becoming noticeable. You needed a break, and you needed to do better for yourself. A place like this had counselors, people who could understand your issues and help, so you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to check yourself in for a few days.

You had taken the time off work, and your friends knew where you’d be so no one had to worry about you. Once you had signed all the paperwork and changed your clothes one of the nurses showed you around. Everyone here was getting help for different reasons, and some patients were more extreme than others, so depending on one’s condition, they’d be on a certain floor. Since you were there for simple counseling and stress relief remedies you’d be on the second floor. You’d have full access to the second floor, and what it offered, but would be unable to enter any other floor. Only the staff could get to multiple floors. 

Although there was a common area on the third floor where all types of patients could intermingle under supervision. It was meant to make sure no one, not even the more difficult cases, felt so isolated from the rest of the world. If you wanted to be there you needed a staff escort and would be assigned a supervisor. Visiting this place was part of the tour, and as you were looking around your gaze was drawn to something. There were three boys sitting together in a corner, drawing with crayons and giggling. They seemed to be childish despite being grown adults. The nurse realized what you were looking at and gave you a warning.

The triplets, as she called them, were nothing but trouble. They weren’t related to one another, and were admitted at different times. Of course the nurse couldn’t tell you what floor or what reasons they were admitted for, but they told you those three were dangerous. You were still curious, but such a warning in this place was something to take seriously. You just wanted to get better, so there was no reason to take an interest in other patients. For the first few days as you settled in you remained on your designated floor, even making a friend with your next door roommate. They had only been there for a week longer than you, but they knew quiet a lot.

“There are five floors in total.” Mina explained. “The first one as you know is the public one for people to get evaluated, or come visit their loved ones. Second floor, where we are, is for those of us who are sane and autonomous, and can help themselves with their own care. Third floor is where the common area is, as well as where the long term patients like us stay. Fourth floor is for those who are mentally unstable, and the fifth floor… that’s where they keep the psychos.”

“Noted.”

Since you were doing well, seeing a counselor and participating in stress relieving activities, you thought it would be alright to visit the common area and see what it had to offer. You went up with Mina, being reminded of the rules and regulations to follow while there. The two of you found some board games to play while also watching some TV. It all seemed peaceful and relaxed, but then you noticed the triplets in the corner again.

“Mina.”

“Hm?”

“The triplets… do you know what floor they’re from?”

“Fifth.”

“Wait, what? I thought the fifth floor was for psychos, and they’re allowed here?”

“Yeah. What’s crazier is that those three come from well-off families and the rumors are they harassed girls and shit. They all got admitted at different times but stuck together for some reason. They behave so they’re allowed here. Just ignore them.”

“Right…”

They didn’t draw attention to themselves so it was fairly easy to ignore the triplets and just focus on whatever you were doing. Although one day you caught one of the triplets staring at you. When you met his gaze you kind of froze, but what sent chills down your spine was the fact you couldn’t read his face at all. Maybe he was just zoning out, but either way you moved away once you broke eye contact. You thought that would be the end of things, but it was only the beginning.

Since many of the patients gathered in the common area, weekly and daily announcements were done there. You were sitting off to the side, mainly alone, when a boy slowly approached you. He was very shy, and had a bit of trouble making eye contact, but he was certainly trying. He seemed familiar to you, but you couldn’t quite place it. He was probably someone who was always around in the common area you just never really noticed them. You didn’t know his situation, and he didn’t seem like a bad person so you left him alone. That is until he managed to speak up.

“You’re really pretty… what’s a pretty girl like you doing here…”

The question was a bit surprising, but you figured there was no harm in answering.

“Things have gotten a bit difficult for me, and I need a break. Plus it’s important to look after my mental health, so I’m here.”

“So… what do you do when-”

“YangYang.”

One of the orderlies came over, grabbing the boy and pulling him away from you. The whole thing confused you until you saw where the boy was put. He was in the corner with two others and you realized he was one of the triplets. It sent chills down your spine and you told yourself to be more careful next time.

🖤

YangYang gave a nasty glare to the orderly when they pulled him away from you. He knew part of the rules for them being the common area was to keep to themselves, but one little conversation should have been allowed. He returned to his group with a pout.

“So, so!” Hendery cheered. “What’s she like?”

A smile appeared on YangYang’s face. “She’s nice, and so pretty up close.”

“We should have her.” Xiaojun said.

🖤

You tried not to let that interaction bother you too much, and continued about your day as normal. You’ve never really had any trouble with anything, but that night you woke up, having heard some weird sounds. You groggily looked around your room until you realized you weren’t alone. You were ready to scream but someone put their hand over your mouth. Two people held you down and then another crawled on top of you, it was YangYang. He smiled down at you, a hand caressing your cheek.

“You’re really pretty… can we finish our conversation from before? What do you do in your career?”

The hand over your mouth slowly moved away. There really was no point in screaming or struggling. They had gotten into your room somehow when it shouldn’t be possible. For your safety and the safety of the others there was a curfew to follow, and all patients were locked in their room. Yet somehow they had gotten in undetected. It made you incredibly nervous and fearful, but you still managed to answer.

“Just… just a corporate job… nothing special…”

“You don’t seem to like it, so why do you stay?”

“I.. it pays the bills… and it’s not a difficult job…”

“Then why are you here? You said you were looking after your health. If it’s not a bad job or a hard one, then what’s wrong?”

“What… what about you… I… I don’t…”

“Oh, yeah, we never properly introduced ourselves, did we?” YangYang chuckled, gesturing to himself then the others. “I’m YangYang, this is Hendery and that’s Xiaojun. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Very nice.” Xiaojun added.

“I… so then… what’s… why are you here…”

“Our families didn’t want us around, and this was the best way to make us disappear.”

“Oh…”

You felt a bit sad upon hearing that. Although while you were distracted with your own thoughts you didn’t notice them moving around until you felt a pinch on your neck.

“Sleep well.”

🖤

You woke up in the morning with a big of a headache, but you didn’t let it bother you too much. If anything you were more concerned over the weird dream you had last night. As you went to get breakfast you found Mina.

“Morning.”

“Hey, good morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Fine, why?”

“I thought I heard some noises last night, and I think I woke up but I’m not so sure.”

“Well, I didn’t hear anything. Slept through the night like a baby.”

“Right… do you know anything about the triplets? Besides what you’ve already told me.”

“Not really. They’re just a bunch of weirdos, there’s no reason to ask about them.”

“Yeah… you’re sure you didn’t hear anything?”

“No, why? Did you?”

“I mean… I’m sure I woke up cause I heard something.”

“Well, even if we’re locked in our rooms, the nurses and orderlies do still roam the halls. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“I guess… none of the patients can access other floors… can they?”

“No. Only staff have clearance. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, just a weird night that’s left me to question a lot.”

You ended up chalking it up to being a dream and going about your day as normal. You figured you would have weird dreams since you were in such a different place, so it shouldn’t be something to worry about. Except it happened again the next night. There was nothing in particular that woke you up but when you opened your eyes you saw the triplets in your room. YangYang was sitting at the foot of your bed, Hendery at your little desk and Xiaojun sitting on the floor doodling with some paper.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Xiaojun asked.

“I… uh… I haven’t dated in a while…”

“Can I be your boyfriend!?” Hendery asked.

“What, no, I’ll be her boyfriend.” Xiaojun countered. “I asked first.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes I did.”

“I’ll be her boyfriend.” YangYang added.

“No!”

The three argued among themselves for a moment before settling down. They were sharing glances and seemed to be communicating in silence, then they looked at you.

“Can we all be your boyfriends?” YangYang asked.

“Uh… I’m not really looking to be in a relationship right now.”

You weren’t sure what the response to that would be, but it was quite frightening. For a minute they were all quiet, and then they sprung to life. They pinned you down and started tearing at your clothes. Before you could scream a hand was over your mouth and then everything changed. You shot up in bed, panting and looking around in a panic. You were still in your room, but you were alone, and it was clearly daytime. Everything seemed to be fine, but your mind was still racing. 

You asked Mina about hearing any noises last night, but once again she heard nothing. You were still freaked out so you avoided the common area for a while. Although you found yourself having some trouble sleeping. You were scared to do so, and triple checked your room to make sure the door was locked and you were alone. You did eventually manage to fall asleep, but randomly woke up at night. You were relieved to find yourself alone, but horrified to see your door wide open.

Against your better judgment you got up and carefully stepped out of your room. You looked down the halls but no one seemed to be around. So you called for a nurse or orderly, wondering if anyone was there. You were about to go back to your room when you saw someone approaching, thinking it was a staff member, but when they got closer you realized you were wrong. Xiaojun skipped over to you with a big smile on your face.

“Hello, welcome, it’s so good to see you.”

“What… what happened… how…”

“Now you can be with us.”

“What?”

Xiaojun gestured to a sign on the wall and you felt your heart drop. According to the number on the wall you were on the fifth floor and not the second. Your first instinct was to run, to find someway out, but of course you were chased. The boy had caught up to you and trapped you in their arms. You screamed and struggled and then you were back in your room, morning sunlight peeking in. It had been another bad dream, and far worse than the last. You weren’t going to get any better if you couldn’t sleep so you spoke to your counselor and managed to get some sleeping pills prescribed. You managed to sleep well that night, but it was short lived.

The next night you woke up to see the door to your room wide open, although you couldn’t get up. You knew all the beds in the asylum had restraints on them, but you never expected yours to be used. You struggled and tried to break free, but there was no getting out of these restraints. Then you saw those three walk into your room. You immediately shut your eyes, telling yourself that this all had to be a dream. With the sleeping pills, weird dreams were probably a side effect.

“Are you having fun?” Hendery asked.

You tried to pay them no attention, wanting to wake up from this nightmare.

“This is just a dream… just a dream…”

“Aww that’s sad to hear, but we can change that.”

You felt another pinch at your neck, and your world melted to black. When you opened your eyes again you saw the morning light in your room, and you could move around freely. The nightmare stuck with you though, like there was this sense of paranoia following you. Everything was making you feel uneasy, and you were suspicious of everything. That led to a breakdown, or so you were told, since the orderlies had to restrain you and sedate you. Because of that incident you wound up getting moved to the fourth floor. It was the last thing you wanted, but you weren’t in control of your health here, at least not fully.

You wound up seeing another counselor from there. They asked about the breakdown and what caused it. You were nervous to admit the truth but were told that if you lied to yourself it wouldn’t help you get any better. You knew they were right so you told the truth about your dreams and how they left you feeling. You were afraid they weren’t just dreams and if they were you couldn’t understand why you were freaking out so bad.

“You’re in a new environment, and even though you know you are safe here there are still many unknowns. I understand the situation surrounding the triplets may be unnerving, but they are always under supervision, and not allowed on any other floors. They’ve shown good behavior that’s allowed them access to the common area but that is all, and that can be revoked at any moment.”

You figured you could be more at ease here after speaking with the counselor. The fourth floor was far more secure than the second, more so considering who was right above you. Besides, there was a lot more focus on you and your individual care so you certainly felt better about yourself in no time. The one-on-one counseling was also really good for you.

“I don’t really understand why I kept dreaming about them…”

“Well, they are real and restricted in their movements, which perhaps reminds you of your own situation. Despite being well off you are still living with struggles, and surely here you’ve found things more easier. I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t feel like going home.”

“Why would you say that?”

“You are here to improve your health, and perhaps you haven’t been shown care in your actual life the way you have received it here. Which does bring up the question, is there something that hasn’t been going well in your life?”

“I… I was just working really hard… thinking I was gonna get a promotion… I failed on that end… so I guess I’m just feeling stuck… and I didn’t do much to help myself until I hit my breaking point…”

“Burnout needs more than two weeks of recovery. All this could be your own call for help.”

“I suppose that makes sense…”

You had a lot to think about, and a lot of time too. For the time being you weren’t allowed back in the common area. So you had a lot of time to yourself. You’d eat alone in your room, and found out that the people on this floor were just as friendly, if not more. Although at night you definitely heard noises. Staff roaming the halls and other patients having difficulty sleeping. At least this time you knew you weren’t just hearing things.

“Pretty girl…”

Except for the night you began to hear voices. You woke up and saw those boys again, but you told yourself it was just a dream.

“You’re not real.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m just imagining things… you’re all from the fifth floor… and dangerous…”

“If you say so, we can help you sleep better though.”

You felt the bed dip and opened your eyes to find YangYang on top of you. Before you could say anything his hands were around your throat, choking you out.

“You must be crazy and dumb to think we’re not real.” 

“We’re gonna drive you insane so you never leave this place.” Xiaojun added.

“Cause what we want, we get.” Hendery stated.

You couldn’t get YangYang off you, struggling underneath him until you passed out. When you woke in the morning you felt an ache around your throat. You got up and when you looked in the mirror you could see the bruises on your neck. You had no way of hiding the truth, so of course it was brought up in your daily session. You weren’t going to lie, the proof was obvious.

“Those triplets did this to me! They snuck into my room and YangYang choked me! They tried to kill me!” You were freaking out. “I’m not safe here. I need to leave. I know early release is allowed for my situation and-”

“It’s actually not.”

“Huh? When I came here the-”

“You need to go through a reevaluation given your change in situation. From there we-”

“I am not staying here! Those three have been messing with me since I arrived and-”

“Please calm down. You’re letting your emotions-”

“Look at my neck! You think I did this to myself?”

“That is still a possibility as-”

“Let me out!”

Of course the orderlies were called and you wound up being dragged back to your room and restrained. You wanted nothing more than to leave this place and now they were telling you that you couldn’t. You wouldn’t stop your screaming and wound up sedated, falling asleep for a while. When you woke up later you had calmed down, taking a moment to think of your next move. You called for an orderly, and they undid the restraints. Then you demanded your phone call. You could have used the phone whenever back on the second floor, but here you only got a call once a week. There were a list of people to talk to, but you could only think of one person.

“Hello?”

“Ten… I don’t know what happened but-”

“Who are you talking to?” You turned around to find Xiaojun. “The line is dead.”

“What?”

The sound of the dial tone slowly faded in, and your eyes went wide. You turned back to the phone, trying to dial the number again but there was nothing. You were starting to hyperventilate. You looked back for Xiaojun but he was nowhere to be found. Your vision was starting to blur and you collapsed to the ground. You couldn’t really tell what was real or what was fake anymore. You felt like you were losing your mind and eventually the darkness swallowed you up.

🖤

You slowly opened your eyes, and even if you were awake you could tell it was nightfall. As you sat up you saw that this wasn’t your room, but another place entirely. You weren’t sure if this facility had solitary confinement type rooms, but then again your door was wide open. You carefully got out of bed and walked towards the door. This was probably all just some dream. When you got out into the hall you found it eerily quiet, and rather dark.

“Hello! Is anyone there!”

Might not be a good idea to yell into the emptiness, but you couldn’t help it. Your eyes scanned your surroundings and then you realized where you were. This was the fifth floor. You immediately ran. You didn’t want to stay here and you had to find an exit. You really had no idea where you were going when suddenly you came upon a very peculiar scene.

“Good. You’re awake.”

The only common area you knew of was on the third floor, and yet this looked familiar. It was spacious and seemed to have a lot of activities, but what stood out was the emptiness and occupants. The triplets were playing video games, all kinds of junk food and snacks surrounding them. It was just them and no one else. Not a single staff member in sight.

“What… what’s going on…” They all laughed. “What’s happening…”

“You forget what we told you.” YangYang said. “What we want, we get.”

“But… I… I don’t…”

“Don’t get us wrong. We are legally locked up here.” Hendery commented. “Yet money is power. So we’ve made the most of this place.”

“It’s more like home.” Xiaojun added. “And we’ve wanted some company.”

“No… no this isn’t right…”

You took a step back, intending to run off and find an exit but YangYang quickly came over to you. He took your hand and dragged you over to where they were, forcing you to sit down. Next thing you knew Hendery was pressing a glass to your lips and tilting your head back, forcing you to drink this mystery liquid. It didn’t taste awful but you found yourself coughing and gasping for breath afterwards.

“What… what was that?”

You soon got an answer to your question as you began to feel a bit dizzy, your vision blurring and gradually fading in and out. Xiaojun came over to your side and had you lay down, letting you rest your head in his lap. He looked down on you with a smile, gently petting your head. Hendery also feeding you some snacks which you lazily ate. Although even in your dazed state you knew what was going on was wrong.

“I… I have to… leave…”

“You won’t be leaving anytime soon.” Hendery informed. “After all, you clearly had a mental breakdown.”

“And you were moved to the fifth floor.” YangYang stated. “No visits, no real records, you’re basically locked away in here with us.”

“Which isn’t bad at all.” Xiaojun explained. “We can do whatever we want here! Which means we can totally make you crazy on paper and in real life.”

The three laugh and you try to make a move to get up but get held in place, starting to find it difficult to move or even think.

“Things are better this way for all of us.” YangYang said. “It’s what we wanted. No more worries and responsibilities, and that goes for you too.”

“We’re free to just live our lives however we want.” Hendery added. “Doesn’t that sound great.”

“We’ll take good care of you.” Xiaojun reassured. “So just be happy, we got a great adventure ahead of us.”

You had certainly been drugged, and you had no idea if this was a dream or your reality. Either way you had to admit there was a sense of peace with losing your mind. Maybe you should figure out your situation and put yourself back together but for now you were content existing as is. You weren’t alone after all.

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Hand in marriage right now- THAT WAS AMAZING! Honestly I loved it so much, making me go giggle and kicking my feet ugh 😭, do you think there will be a possibility that there will be a part 2?

Love your works so much <3

ok so i obviously left a lot of room there for more, SO FINE here's another part (and if you want more, you're gonna have to let me know because i think i might be able to pull 5 parts out of this if i tried really hard) enjoy! (also pls know that i still feel weird writing wesley) (i have only ever seen pics of him) (thats all) (rewritten 19 nov 2023) Wordcount: 2.2K

Inevitable Sparks

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Oh, how the tables had turned.

Where before Wesley was always made to shut up about you, now it was Wesley who had to tell Joe that not everything he'd tell him involved or surrounded you.

"I'm actually not feeling great, I think the sushi I had last night was–" "Did you go for sushi with her?" Joe interrupted. "No..." Wesley narrowed his eyes at Joe. "I went with my dad." "Oh... yea, of course. Do you happen to know– like, does she like sushi?"

Wesley rolled his eyes at his friend who apparently, when it came to you, operated like he was in primary school still.

From a very specific angle, it was cute.

From all the other ways to look at it, it was mostly annoying and frankly a little pathetic, Wesley thought.

You and Joe had only met the one time at your flat, and you'd talked for a little while before you'd mingled with your other friends and had left Joe to join Wesley on the balcony from where he could just stare at you through the window.

You had seen Joe stare. You'd definitely noticed. But you'd also done your very best to pretend you hadn't been aware of it at all.

And Wesley had, to his dismay, seen all of it from up close and concluded that you were both terrible at this.

"I don't know, man. Ask her yourself." Wesley said, hoping to not become the middle man for the two of you, but entirely aware that, he probably already was.

"I would, if you gave me her number..." Joe tried, eyebrows high up on his face, giving his friend questioning eyes.

Wesley laughed, sat up and tried to imitate his friend's face as best he could. "Can you pass her this note to see if she like likes me?"

It was a dig at Joe, but it made him laugh heartily anyway.

"She's taking me to an exhibition tomorrow," Wesley then revealed. "You could book yourself a ticket and tag along, if you want," he shrugged, knowing you wouldn't mind it.

You'd more than not mind it, actually. Wesley was getting this bullshit from both sides.

"No, come on," Joe waved a hand at Wesley, frowning. "I wouldn't want to intrud– what time you guys heading over?" Joe cut in on himself as he'd whipped his phone out to check his schedule, making Wesley shake his head at him.

Joe was an idiot.

Meeting Wesley outside Kensington High Street station, he had let you know he was bringing a surprise, and you'd expected maybe a crunchie bar, or a hot cup of coffee.

You choked on your own spit when you saw him emerge from the station with Joe by his side.

"Joe loves the Design Museum," Wesley said when in your earshot, obviously sarcastic, but all three of you were smiling.

You were all entirely too aware of the situation at hand, but none of you called a spade a spade and just let the truth float in the air in between you.

"Yea? You into ASMR, Joe?" you asked, challenging him slightly.

Joe blinked his eyes and searched for the right words, the noises coming from his mouth a stumbling mess of various vowels.

Obviously, he had no idea what he was in for.

"We'll see, won't we?" Joe eventually replied, and you saw Wesley behind him with a furrowed brow and one corner of his mouth pulled out, shaking his head, and it made you giggle.

And Wesley had been right.

Joe hated every second of the Weird Sensation Feels Good exhibition; an immersive experience where you got to both experience and create ASMR-type visuals and audios.

You lived for this kind of stuff, and had paid for Wesley's ticket after being unable to talk him into tagging along without you getting it for him.

When you'd entered, you'd distanced yourself a little from the boys and wandered from padded space to padded space, soaking up information, learning about how brains worked, what triggers there were and eventually, you sat down at a table that held microphones, headphones and an array of brushes to use.

When you sat down and placed the clunky headphones over your ears, you saw Wesley and Joe wander in.

Wesley immediately gravitated towards an installation of hanging bags holding different substances to squish and grab, all of them meant to be satisfying.

Joe, on the other hand, saw the chair opposite you was empty, and made his way over to sit down.

"Hi," you said softly, smiling, unaware of the volume of your voice since you weren't able to hear yourself.

Joe just smiled and reached for the other pair of headphones to put on.

In front of you were two microphones, and you used a finger to tap at one. You heard nothing, but saw Joe flinch at the sound and it made you chuckle softly.

As playful payback, Joe did the same to the other, tapping it harder than you did, making you laugh louder as the noise of it consumed everything.

You were the first to take a brush, and you swiped it over your own microphone first before moving it to brush at his. Joe ducked his head into his shoulders at the sound and frowned deeply; his whole body cringed and he was quick to push your hand away from his mic.

"Is that meant to relax me?" Joe's angered confusion made you laugh.

You gave it another try, enjoying how strongly Joe reacted to it.

"That's infuriating," he concluded, but took hold of a brush himself, giving it another try at his own microphone, looking at it with disgust painting his features.

"Hate that. Hate it, hate it."

Joe had to take the headphones off.

You were well aware you were in a museum that was meant to solely relax people, but there were giggles stuck in your throat that you couldn't keep in. A blush creeping up your neck towards the apples of your cheeks that you couldn't stop.

Then Joe moved to your microphone, and you were immediately triggered.

Triggered the nice way.

The noise of the soft bristles against the mic sent tingles from your scalp, all the way down your spine, and for some reason, they ended at the backs of your thighs.

Fuck.

That was nice.

Too nice.

It was relaxing, but it was awkward, because this was Joe's doing and he was looking at you, intrigued at the effect it had.

"Is that working?" you could see the smile tugging at his cheeks, and you gave an embarrassed nod.

"Is it actually?" Joe's open-mouthed smile grew.

It was far too intimate a moment for the two of you to be having, Joe holding power over bodily responses you had like that in a public setting with Wesley in the room?

Not okay.

You looked over at Wesley who was then stood at a different headphone station and found him practically drooling as he was listening to something with his eyes closed.

"I think Wesley's too into this," you said as you removed your headphones and pointed, making Joe turn in his seat and suppress a laugh.

"That's... that's not right. Entirely inappropriate. Wesley, mate! Get a room, just for yourself,"

You noticed how every single thing Joe said made you blush and giggle, and you silently scolded yourself for it.

Get yourself together, woman.

You weren't 12 and not everything Joe said was funny.

Be an adult.

A grown up.

Behave.

You were lucky, because Joe hadn't even noticed in the slightest that your ears were glowing.

Oh, he'd noticed the giggles, but he had also been out to get them from you, so it didn't feel overdone.

He also didn't have time to think about what you were thinking, because every time he got close enough to talk to you, his mind ran at a million miles per hour to figure out how to work your phone number into the conversation.

What subtle comment or question could fall from his lips that would have you reach over for his phone to put your number in?

Add to that the fact that this museum held a lot of headphone-wearing and not a lot of room chitchat.

So instead, he settled for enjoying the view of you, for now.

A little while later, you had outstretched yourself on a grey fuzzy art piece that was meant to look like the inside of a brain next to Wesley, both in headphones, looking at a screen.

You were relaxed.

This exhibition was definitely living up to the name of it; it was all weird sensations, and it all felt good.

From across the room, Joe looked at the two of you, and he stared long enough for Wesley to eventually feel his friend's eyes on him.

Wesley furrowed his brow at Joe when they made eye contact, and a silent nonverbal conversation ensued.

He gave his chin a tiny nod upwards, asking Joe what he wanted from him. Joe copied his friend's frown, and nodded his head to the side, meaning for Wesley to move away from you. To make space for Joe.

Wesley looked at you for a second, and you seemed completely enthralled by what you were experiencing.

He decided that Joe wasn't allowed to disturb you.

You hadn't taken Wesley to this exhibition just so Joe could flirt with you, and in that moment, he felt protective over you the way he'd feel protective over a younger sister.

Wesley looked back at Joe and gave his head a tiny shake. It made Joe drop his head and groan in defeat.

Maybe you could go for a coffee after.

Or if he was lucky, a pint or two.

Joe could maybe get your phone number then.

Except he didn't, because the more he thought about it, the more he let his nerves grow until they formed a giant mountain Joe couldn't compete against.

Even when two people got up in a packed tube and you and Joe were quick to snag the seats, Joe still didn't muster up enough courage to casually ask for it.

And so when you had to part ways because you had to change for another line to make your way home, it was a quick simple 'see you later' for Joe, and the quickest of quick hugs for Wesley before you stepped off the train.

Wesley plopped down next to Joe and slapped him hard on the knee.

"Great job mate, glad you got her number," Wesley joked as Joe looked out the window behind him, giving you a small wave as the tube took off and he got a last glimpse of you walking down the platform.

"Just– could you please just give it to me?" Joe pleaded as he turned back to his friend, making Wesley laugh loudly.

"Absolutely not. I've introduced the two of you to each other. I've done my part."

However, what Wesley hadn't anticipated, is that you also needed Wesley's help.

The second you had service on your phone, you couldn't help but text him.

"saw you take a pic of us, i need it", quickly followed by, "for scientific purposes obvs".

The second Wesley had service on his phone, he read your message but waited until he was away from Joe to reply.

Wesley had, in fact, snuck a picture of you sat together on the tube. It was slightly blurry, and you'd both been looking up to check the tube map across from you - unnecessarily so, you both knew where you were going and where you needed to get off.

When Wesley sent the pic, you followed it up with, "give me his number", and Wesley let out the loudest most annoyed sigh he could pull from his lungs.

You were both useless.

He took a minute to think it over. He'd been so adamant he wasn't going to give Joe your number that it almost felt wrong to just hand you his. At the same time, he'd had enough of Joe's pestering and didn't need your harassment added into the mix. So, he thought of something to put all three of you out of misery.

You were zooming in on the blurry photo of you and Joe on the tube, thinking what a terrible photographer Wesley was, but how good the two of you looked together, when suddenly you got a notification.

You'd been added to a group chat called "two halfwits make a whole" and, curiously, the image of it was the one you'd just been staring at.

"What the..."

You opened the group chat and were met with an empty chat screen, Wesley's name and an unknown number at the top.

Joe.

Then a message from Wesley popped up.

"Here you go, idiots"

Followed swiftly by the notice, "Wesley left".

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Not Yet

-smut

-mentions of alcohol and being tipsy (while they both have a few beers I want to stress that they’re not drunk, I didn’t intend for them to be portrayed as drunk and that all sex was consensual!!!)

-this is my first fanfic idk how to format this

-im obsessed w that pic of Trey I hope u imagine that Trey during this cuz that’s what was on my mind

Every Monday, Wednesday, Friday was seeming to grow into an agonizing gift from the gods, or whoever was out there running the show. Waking up seemed to have purpose again; barely making it out the door on time shifted into early mornings crafting carefully coordinated outfits; messy, unwashed hair turned into delicately designed pig tails or braids. For the first time in a very long time, the idea of a class at 9 am was no longer a borderline debilitating task, but like a cup of coffee on a crisp fall morning. Stepping foot in the classroom was like that first sip of coffee passing down your throat and warming your whole body, freeing you from the morning’s chill. You stood before the door, prepping yourself for 50 minutes of pure distraction and inevitable and uncontrollable thoughts, sweet dreams of delusion of a man who you thought barely remembered your name. You sighed deeply. It was time. You pressed open the door and scanned the room for him, in the most natural looking way you could.

“Good morning!” He said with sincerity in his smile.

“Good morning..” you choked out, just a millisecond late enough to make yourself feel awkward about the interaction.

You thought to yourself, “Jesus Christ he was so sweet. He said hello to me. He probably says hello to everyone. But he said it to me today. He wanted you so badly didn’t he. No. No. You have to get yourself together, he’s a man in his 40’s and he is your professor, he’s a very kind man simply greeting you on this fine morning. But wouldn’t it be nice if he wanted me.”

You took your seat near the back of the small auditorium and got yourself settled in. Pretending you be on your laptop you peered above it, getting him in your view. He was still gathering himself together to begin class, as there were a few minutes remaining before the clock would strike 9. You looked upon him as he fiddled with papers. How did you get here? At this university? This major? This class? This specific section? And THIS professor? It didn’t matter, you were here. And there he was.

The way his salt and pepper stubble ruggedly graced his face, his very worn long sleeve t shirt that he must’ve been wearing since before you were out of middle school even, his messy hair undergoing the effects of aging, gently receding in a way that was beginning to leave a patch a the top but something about the way he rocked it pulled you to him a little bit more. He was just an older man, but damn there was something about him. It wasn’t just his looks that captivated you. It was the cadence with which he spoke, the way he could fill up the most casual, unprofessional sentence with an air of eloquence. The way he could make anything make sense. His mind was vast, woven with intricacies of which you felt you could probably never comprehend. And dammit was he funny, and so clever.

Class has started and you sat there, watching intently as he paced around the front of the room, talking about who knows what, God knows you weren’t listening, going on beautifully worded tangents every now and again. He mentioned something about a quiz but all you could think about was how he was in bed. Was he a hair grabber? What day was this quiz? He’s gotta be packing right? It’s on chapter 4? You wanted to put your hands on each side of his face, feeling his graying stubble and pull him in for a kiss, letting each other’s tongues tango and wander to wherever they ended up.

He was talking about something being wrong with the textbook, cursing the idiot writer and the dipshit who edited it and whatever numbskull allowed it to be published, but the articulation of his perfectly chosen words only made you think about what all he could do with his tongue, especially if he was between your thighs. Was he good? He had to be. You just sensed it. He would spread your thighs, look up at you with lust before going down on you, he would know just how to move his tongue, you knew it. And maybe he would start to tease you. He would stop and then begin rubbing your clit only to slide 2 fingers down and into you when you least expected. He would start pumping slowly, starting to curl his fingers up inside you, and holy fuck, when you thought it couldn’t get any better he brought his head down and started using his tongue again while inside you, Jesus Christ alfuckingmighty, and then he would- You felt the room start to blur out as if it were just you and him in an empty auditorium, your cheeks were growing warm and your stomach in a knot. Lord, you felt you needed him so badly. Never had a professor or person in general made you feel this way. It was carnal. Snap out of it. You were going too far again. If you thought anything else you might just have get up and uh.. take a… “bathroom break”… You would never really do that, but he had you so strung up you needed a release so badly. There were only 10 minutes left of class and you tried to ease your mind and maybe attempt to learn something. 10 long minutes of fighting off inappropriate thoughts and watching each minute in agony go by on the clock. But in time, it was over. You quickly grabbed all your belongings and shoved them in your bag with haste, you just wanted to get out of there because partly you felt bad about how far you let your mind wander. You made your way down the short length of auditorium stairs, getting closer to him with each step. He stood near the door, waving a slight goodbye or have a good day to the occasional student who prompted it. You kept your head down, you dreaded passing him, you felt like your thoughts were so loud that he had to have heard them. Like he knew every single thing you wanted him to do to you. Closer and closer you got, mere seconds feeling like hours the closer you got to his presence, you were almost wincing. So close to the door, you would make it. He was right there, you were coming up to him, just nearly about to pass him and get out of there. Until. You sensed a disturbance in your personal bubble. Dear god. He stopped you,

“Hey, Y/N?” He said.

Stunned, frozen in time almost. Are you fucking kidding? Out of all days. You didn’t know what to do, mind racing, you felt your cheeks growing increasingly warm and knew that by the time you turned to face him you would be brighter than the reddest tomato ever grown. You were feeling so warm that surely, your cheeks must be akin to a 3rd degree sunburn, they were so hot they had to have been blistering too, right? Most of the students had filed around you out of the class as the interaction ensued. It was just you two now.

“Uh.. yes..” you managed to spit out.

He stood with a concerned stature, one hand on his hip,

“Are you okay today? You seemed a little off in class today. I just noticed you seemed a little out of it and I thought I would check in.”

Jesus Christ. So he noticed you? He looked at you? He thought about… you?

“Oh! Uh. Yeah…” you trailed off, “… uh. Yeah! Yeah I’m doing okay. Just been a little distracted today is all. I just uh. Adhd. Forgot my medicine today. That’s it! Ha!”

Fucking facepalm. It wasn’t a lie about the ADHD, but you had taken your medicine, and that had in fact probably helped you focus so intently on thinking lewd thoughts about the tall man before you. But god, did you have to overshare like that? Even if it was a only slight stretch of the truth.

“Oh, okay, it happens, Y'know. Glad you’re good! I’ll see you on Wednesday,” he said with a reassuring smile.

“Yep! See you Wednesday!” You stumbled out the door and sped walked without any hesitation to your car. Your mind was blank the whole time until you opened the door and sat down behind the wheel.

God. He was sexy. The way his voice rolled out of his mouth was smooth like butter and it had your knees weak as you thought back on the words he had said to you. You drove home and immediately fell onto the bed and took a nice nap.

As the evening rolled around you started feeling increasingly bored, lonely, and antsy. This was the great combination of feelings that lead you right down the path of deciding to, on a Monday night, hit the bars. For once, you thought, you didn’t exactly want to get totally wasted, but just sit with a beer and be somewhere other than stuck in your room mulling over the woes of life. You’d rather be stuck in a bar, a place with atmosphere and distractions and beer, mulling over life. You had been to most of the bars on the square, and almost decided on going to your favorite one where they knew you, which seems like the best and obvious choice, but something told you otherwise. There was one bar, which you realized you had never been in. It was a sports bar, so this made sense. But tonight you thought, why not? Something new for a dull night? Who knows, maybe you’d meet somebody. Something pulled you to it. It was relatively empty, a few guys were watching the game, but otherwise empty. You sat down at the bar, showed your ID and what not and ordered a Coors Banquet. You sat for a while, almost forcing yourself to try and care about the game on tv. It was the Bengals and some other team who you didn’t really know or care about. You didn’t care about the Bengals either but you knew who they were.

Time passed and you stared, distracted, into your beverage, zoning out the world around you… until… the familiar feeling of someone sitting down right next to you broke your focus on the beer bottle.

“Banquet girl, huh?”

No way. It was him.

“Holy shit,” you said instinctually, “Professor…Parker…” you trailed off in disbelief.

“Uh, yeah,” you continued, “I am a coors banquet girl for sure. Used to be miller lite until I discovered ol banquet. Coors lite on the other hand… that’s just straight piss water”

Embarrassed about saying piss water to your professor, who was sitting next you you at a bar nonetheless, you tried not to bury your face deeply into your hands and scream a guttural scream.

“Piss water huh…?” he giggled, “I always kinda liked coors lite.” He smiled.

There was a brief, stagnant moment of silence, who knows how long it lasted but it was enough for him to decide to clear his throat and break it,

“So… I saw you sitting all alone, I just thought I’d come over here and say hi, hopefully an old guy like me won’t bother you too much, I can sit somewhere else though if you’d like. You just looked a little lonely staring at your beer like that.”

“Oh. Yeah. No, that's fine yeah, keep sitting here.”

This was mind blowing to say the least, it didn’t feel real. He was so close to you. He was so close you could reach out and put your arms around him, embracing his body heat. You tried not to dwell in order to hold a normal conversation, but he was so close you could smell the hint of Old Spice lingering on him. And with just that whiff you caught, it drove you mad. Of course he would wear Old Spice.

“So… I guess… What’re you up to being here tonight?” You asked, unable to think of anything to say.

“I just came here to watch the game. I’m not really all that interested but, Yknow, I guess I just wanted to get out. Really I should be asking you what YOU’RE up to, hitting the bars on a Monday night, miss ma’am.”

Miss ma’am??? What were you? A child or perhaps a naughty cat being scolded? That’s what that sounded like. But maybe you kind of liked it… especially coming from him.

You took a moment to breathe in, “Well, if you must know, miss ma’am here enjoys the fact that there are no covers at the bars on Monday nights,” you paused, “And I just like to sit and think with a beer I guess, and I don’t always want to do it alone in my room. Gets kinda sad after a while y’know”

“Oh, I know,” he responded.

There was another moment of silence filling up the space between you, but it felt more natural this time.

“So, The Cure?” He pointed at your shirt, “I love The Cure!”

“They’re my favorite band!” You say excitedly.

He looks at you with a jokingly cocky expression, “Yknow, I don’t mean to toot my own horn or anything, but after college I made a movie and guess who loved it? Robert Smith!”

“Holy shit???” You blurt out, “Robert Smith?? And?- hold on you- you made a goddamn movie?? Dude!”

As if he couldn’t get any hotter. He made a movie. That your own hero Robert Smith was allegedly into. He could’ve been lying for all you know, but you trusted every word he said. After a bit of beer consumption you were starting to feel more comfortable and natural talking to him, but in the back of your mind you still couldn’t quiet down the thoughts of everything you wanted to do with him.

“Ah it’s nothin,” he said

“Nothin? No!! You have to show me!”

“Oh don’t know about that… it’s a little inappropriate…”

Inappropriate? Trey Parker? God this pulled you in. You couldn’t believe he made a movie, and an allegedly inappropriate one? You had to see this. Now felt like the time, after a beer and a half you were starting to feel more bold. It was now or never. Before you thought about it to hard, the words were already leaving your lips,

“It may be bold and completely out of line, though I have drank this beverage a bit fast so I’m feeling willing to say more than I should, however, I feel inclined to ask… if you might want to come to my apartment and maybe… you could show me your movie…”

He looked stunned. But you could tell by the look behind his eyes. He had been around long enough to know. And thankfully, to your completely dismay, he replied with a smile,

“Sure…”

You stepped into his car, and the two of you drove back in mostly silence other than your telling directions back to your apartment. It didn’t feel real. You sat in his passenger seat, looking out the window, feeling warmth in your cheeks, wondering if maybe, since you had successfully lured him to your apartment, he might let you call him by his first name.

“Hey…” you decided to go for the question, nervous on how it would go over.

“Hm?” He said softly, looking over at you slightly but maintaining his focus on the road.

“How mad would you be if I um, if I referred you Trey tonight…? Yknow since…” you trailed off, “since y'know…”

“I don’t think I would be mad at all, Y/N.” He said we a reassuring smile.

You gave a quick tour of the place and then offered up the couch, you sat on one end, politely urging him to sit himself down with you. He placed himself on the other end of the couch at an almost awkward, but definitely safe distance.

“You could sit a little closer y’know.“ you said

“I suppose I could”

He moves a little closer but, still a safe difference. If there was ever a time to use your feminine wiles, you thought, it was now. You knew what you wanted but could barely believe you were in this position anyways.

“I don’t bite or nothin. I mean, I usually don’t anyways”

He lightly giggled, but you could sense the gears turning in his head, and you wondered if he had processed your attempt at flirting. He scooted over closer to you, legs almost touching.

The movie had begun playing, and you teased him about his outfit in the film, and the fact that it was called Orgazmo. But after a little while, something came over you, you just couldn’t hold it anymore. Before you knew it you felt your hand moving towards his thigh. Isn’t this usually a man’s move? You really didn’t care. It’s what you wanted and it felt right. In an instant you felt your palm press against the fabric. You looked up to him for reassurance and he gave you a look that let you know it was okay. Within seconds you felt your body rush with warmth as he leaned swiftly in, placing his hand on the side of your face, pulling you in a locking lips.

Holy fuck? Its happening? Play it cool.

His scruff scratches lightly against your skin. Fuck, he could give you rug burn if he wanted to, you’d let him. Your bodies moved together with the passion of the kiss, feeling around each other as his tongue danced against yours in your mouth. You felt a pressure on your chest as he reached in to grab your boobs, releasing a breathy sigh on impact into your mouth. You found your hand on his thigh again, grasping into it briefly, then running your hand up slowly until you reached his inner thigh. You stopped here for a moment before moving to the big bulge in his pants, rubbing and stroking it through the fabric and feeling it get even harder as you do so.

“Fuck,” he lets out a groan.

He hastily begins fiddling with his pants button pulling them down and off to expose his boxers. He grabs you and pulls you up on his lap, your legs straddled around him, and begins grinding against you, moving your hips against his lap and confined length which ached to be inside you.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you found yourself peeling your shorts off with vigor in order to feel even closer to him and the raging hard on rubbing against you. He sat you back down and pulled you in even harder, breathing heavily with each of his movements against you.

“Please, Trey,” you begged, “I need you to put it in”

“Not yet,” he smiled.

He lifted you up as he stood, and carried you off to your bedroom, laying you down on the bed hurriedly, but with care. With both of you on the bed he slid off your shirt, throwing it to the floor; then crawling up to you for a kiss, he places his hands firmly on your boobs. He moves down, grabbing one gently and putting it in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he looks up at you with needy blue eyes. He begins to trail down, leaving a line of tender yet sloppy kisses down your torso as he approaches your underwear. It almost made you shiver, the closer he got.

“Is this okay? You’re okay with doing this?” He asked, looking up at you.

You nodded with a subtle bite of the lip, as you felt you couldn’t handle another second without him inside you.

“Are you sure?” He asked again.

“Yes. Please. I need you right now,” you wined in response.

He got off the bed and stood up, tearing off his shirt with haste and sliding off his boxers, allowing his hard length to fling out, giving it a few pumps as he approached the bed again. Back on the bed, he spreads your legs in preparation to take him. He leans in, taking his cock and rubbing the tip against your clit, teasing you, forcing you to wait even longer.

“You’re so wet for me, huh?” he said slyly and proudly as he continued to tease you.

“Please put it in,” you begged.

He grinned and you felt him enter, pushing himself in slowly, all the way, letting out a groan as he did so, and then waiting just a moment, fully inside you, before he began thrusting. He started slowly, getting you used to the length, quickly picking up the pace. You ran your hands down his chest, feeling all of his hair and the burgeoning sweat within it. He was pumping in and out of you rhythmically, absolutely wracking your brain, and with his thrusting came the occasional groan, or “ah” or “fuck.” He put his hand behind your head and leaned in to kiss you sloppily, letting lust take the two of you over.

All of a sudden he pulled out, just barely out of you, his tip almost touching your entrance. He watched the confusion on your face as he hadn’t yet gone back in, knowing how badly you wanted him back, he began to tease you.

“How badly do you want it?”

“So badly, please”

“Not yet,” he said, “I want to hear you beg.”

“Fuck. Please fuck me,” you pleaded.

He grinned and pushed back inside you with delicate force, putting his hands on side of your waist and pulling you into each thrust. He leaned in for a kiss and you took the opportunity to pull him in to you even closer, chests touching, feeling his warmth. He nestled his head in your neck, sucking lightly, enough to titillate but not leave a mark. You held tightly onto his back, trying to keep yourself from digging into it and scratching him, but maybe he would like that, you thought. As he thrusted, you bucked your hips against him, fucking him back. He let out a moan into your ear, unable to hold it in any longer. You could sense that rush flooding in, trying to overtake you, you tried to push back in order to keep yourself going longer but it was growing increasingly obvious that the time was nearing. You could feel within his recent movements that he was in a similar boat. He leaned in for one more kiss, letting out a moan, “Uugh, fuck,” into your mouth as he did so. With this you found yourself unable to hold it in.

“Trey, I’m gonna cum,” you moan, pulling him in as hard and close as you possibly could, bucking your hips hard, riding out the high as you felt your body nearly shaking against his.

He continued pumping, almost reaching that same limit himself, with your own release pushing him over the edge. He pulled out quickly with an “ah” pumping along his cock as he aimed it towards your tits. He kept pumping, letting out sounds of ecstasy and relief, spurting his cum all over your chest.

“Shit,” he exhaled, while flopping over and laying next to you. You noticed some of his cum had landed on his stomach, sitting lightly on his happy trail.

“Hey, you got a lil sumthin,” you said with a point and a smile.

“Oh…” he looked down at himself and then looked at you, remembering how much he had doused you, “Oh! I’ll get a towel!”

You told him where to find one and he soon returned wielding a washcloth, he gently cleaned you up before tossing the towel off the side of the bed, then laying back down beside you.

“So uh… does this warrant me getting some extra credit?” You joked.

He laughed lightly and responded, “Oh, after that? You just passed the class with flying colors.”

[imaginemalereader]

Anonymous request: Imagine being Clint Barton’s trans son

Sometimes it was hard to have an Avenger for a dad. For once, that wasn’t actually the hardest part. Him being away a lot had actually made part of this easier. It gave you more time to plan and prepare.

You thought about a letter, an email, a text. Ultimately you decided against them all though. You wanted to tell him face to face. You still wrote out a lot of what you wanted to say but you didn’t want to be reading off a script when you talked to him either.

When he got back from the latest mission, he and Natasha came back to the house. It had been an easy one they said, by Avengers standards of course. Once you were sure that everyone was safe and still as mentally stable as they had been when they left, you asked to pull your dad aside for a minute.

“What’s going on kid?” He asked. He could tell you were nervous, you were fidgety and looked from him and then away and back several times.

“Dad there’s something I need to tell you. About me.”

“Are you okay? Has someone-” His mind raced to a hundred bad things that could be going on before you cut him off.

“I’m fine. I’m just, I’m just not who you always thought I was.”

Was it bad that his first thought was that you were secretly an Asgardian sent to Earth as a baby or something like that?

You read the confusion on his face and quickly continued speaking.

“Dad I’m transgender. I’m a boy. And I want you to call me [Y/N] and your son and a brother and-”

This time you were the one cut off as your dad pulled you into a hug. You wrapped your arms tightly around him and even though you were happy and relieved, you were fighting back tears.

“Son, daughter, anything else. it doesn’t matter buddy. I love you.”

“Thanks dad.” He could here that you were choked up and held you a little tighter.

“Should we go tell your Aunt Nat while she’s here, or do you want to wait?”

“We can tell her now.” You said. 

Your dad let you drop the hug first and stepped back when you let him go.

“Are you okay?” He noticed your eyes were watery but he didn’t want to press you.

“Yeah, I’m good. Happy.”

 He put a hand on your shoulder and guided you back out to the porch where Nat had gone to wait for the two of you so she wouldn’t accidentally overhear anything.

“Aunt Nat?”

“You both good?” She asked, picking up that both of you had been near tears moments ago.

“Yeah we’re good. Aunt Nat, I’m trans. Could you call me [Y/N]?”

Natasha smiled, then put on a fake frown.

“Clint you’re subtracting from my niece tally.”

Your dad smiled and you laughed.

“Sorry to disappoint.” You smiled.

“I guess I can live with it.” She sighed, winking at you.

With those two out of the way, telling the rest of the Avengers was easy. Your dad brought you to the compound and helped you tell everyone and educate them. Thor needed the most help with terminology but everyone was very supportive. Tony immediately had Jarvis update your records and pronouns in the system.

Everyone was lovely about it, truly.

But your dad was on a whole other level, rivaled possibly only by Natasha. Around the house, you got a Nerf gun to correct people if they misgendered or dead-named you. The idea caught on and soon all the Avengers found themselves shot with little darts if they got it wrong. Everyone became remarkably fast learners.

Your dad doesn’t do much press, not like Steve or Tony, but it makes you smile every time he talks proudly about his son.

He made arrows with trans colors on them that spew colored smoke and disorient a person. You helped him design them after all the gender reveal party fails you saw online.

He’s not so good at dealing with all the bureaucratic nonsense that is the American healthcare system, but it’s impressive what doors being an Avenger opens. If/when you decided you want to pursue medical transition, he’s very supportive. Hormones, surgery, he’s got your back through it all. 

The first year after you came out, you asked him to take you to pride. You ended up getting a little more than you asked for.

It started out just the two of you. You walked around, saw the booths. Your dad was happy to see you happy. You got some merch, and your dad bought himself some stuff as well. He asked you questions, you guys talked to people. It was nice, and pretty low-key all things considered.

After some time wandering, you saw a collection of familiar faces approaching.

“I hope you don’t mind, I invited them to join us.” Them of course meant the rest of the Avengers, some of whom stuck out more than others. They all wore varying degrees of pride gear, from Natasha who wore a black shirt with an abstract design in trans colors, to Tony who had gone full rainbow.

The now large group of you walked through the festival together, with everyone talking and laughing. Some asked you questions about words or flags or memes that were unfamiliar. Thor had a lot of questions about how he had become a lesbian icon and what his duties entailed.

At the end of the day, you all went your separate ways.

“Was that good?” Your dad asked as he drove you both home.

“Yeah it was. Thank you for taking me, and for coming, and for inviting them. It was fun.”

“I don’t think I’ve actually said it to you yet, but I’m proud of you. Not just for this, because I know coming out and that is hard. But I’m proud of you. My son. I’m proud of the man you’re growing into.”

You smiled. You wished your dad could be around more, selfishly, but more than that, you were proud of what he did and who he was. You wanted to be like him in so many ways.

“Thanks dad. I love you.”

[luvlanadr]

Me again 😅 can i request jealousy smut with Evan where him and reader happen to run into her ex while out in public.

omg every idea you come up with is always so good, love this request, i improvised a bit so if you want any changes made just let me know!

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰: ok so i improvised a bit but as we all know evan won a golden globe (so proud of him, it's so well deserved) so he takes you as a plus one, where you bump into your ex working at the bar.

tw: smut, jealous sex, public sex, blowjob, slight humiliation in a way (also sorry this isn't spell checked)

𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

'and the winner of the golden globe for the best performance by an actor in a limited series film...' the announcer paused, leaving the audience tense and on edge, i rubbed my hand on evan's thigh reassuringly, he was sure to win after all his performance was perfection as always. '...evan peters!'

i could practically feel his apprehension, i felt so bad he truly despised public speaking, i cheered him on, he quickly pecked my cheek, before raising a hand and walking onto the stage to receive his award.

tears brimmed in my eyes, i was overjoyed this award for his magnificent work was long deserved ,i couldn't have been prouder. i took a deep breath consoling myself, before he caught me off guard, 'and a hugee thank you for my beautiful girlfriend, who is there for me no matter what, none of this would be possible without her..,' he choked up slightly, 'thank you for dealing with with my brief insanity.' he chuckled.

༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺༻✦༺ 　༻✧༺　༻✦༺

after celebrating with evan, he had told me there was a scheduled interview for him and ryan murphy, to discuss his acheivements, to which i completely understood.

'it shouldn't be too long,' he smiled reassuringly, wrapping a hand around my waist gently bringing my body closer to his, our lips slowly colliding as he ran his fingers through my hair,before slowly drifting away. 'just wait at that bar,'

'affirmative,' i chuckled, as evan smiled before swifty walking away to the designated area for press and media coverage of the event.

i wandered over to the bar, non-chalantly ordering, 'um, i'll have a disaronno and coke please,' i took a quick second glance at the barman, wait was it? no fucking way..it couldn't be.

'sure gorgeous,' he had swiftly turned around before i could fully observe the man, there was no way that he would be working here?

as he finished preparing the drink, he carefully pushed it towards me.

oh my god, it really was him, i hadn't seen my ex in years, no way it was happening tonight. our relationship ended on pretty smooth, friendly terms but our relationship was frayed and far from perfection. it had caused me to have an odd perception on love, which was momentarily fixed by evan.. the man i had been with for years now, who had just experienced perhaps one of the biggest nights of his life, and he decides to make an un-needed appearance.

i began to swiftly drink the mixer, hoping the alcohol would help relieve the awkwardness of my current situation.

'well y/n, long time no see, huh?' he chuckled, to which i didn't know exactly how to respond so just nodded my head, laughing a bit,as i shifted in my seat uneasingly.

'still drinking the same drink,huh,' i forgot how untolerable this man was so attempted to brace myself. 'god, i remember that's all you'd drink on nights out i guess some things never change.'

i chuckled tensely, 'haha, um i guess so,' i paused, recollecting my thoughts, 'but a lot has also changed since then.'

'oh yeah,' his voice deepned slightly, 'moved on pretty quick to your hotshot, hollywood pretty boy.' he chuckled, his voice rather stern and aggravated, coming out like a somewhat scowl.

i uncomfortably shifted my gaze elsewhere, taking a large sip of my drink.

'speak of the devil,' he pointed towards the room evan previously resided in, i whipped my head around to a rather aggravated looking evan. 'have fun with that.' my ex muttered smugly, taking a full body glance at me, practically gawking at me like a fool-to which i scoffed.

i practically ran to evan, 'thank god you're back,' i giggled relieved, although evan did not seem humoured at all by my remark.

'we're leaving,' his tone was harsh and coarse, unlike his usual8ly bubbly self.

'don't you have more press stuff to do, the awards haven't even fini-'

before i could even finish my sentence, he grabbed my hand assertively, 'it doesn't matter, we're leaving.' i traipsed behind him, confused by the rapid change in emotion, what was possibly wrong with him.

we walked to the car parked practically in silence, which remained until i innevitably became fed up by the odd tension flooding the air, 'whats wrong, ev?' i placed a hand on his thigh comfortingly, to which he swatted away.

he scoffed slightly, 'don't be like that y/n,' he paused, taking a deep breath in attempt to console himself, ' i was gone literally 5 minutes.'

i raised an eyebrow, confused by his aggravation,'huh, what do you even mean?' i was truly puzzled by what it meant, until it hit me..was he jealous?

'omg evan,' i giggled, 'it's not what you're thinking at all,'

he scoffed, 'don't play games with me, i know who he is,' he knew him? was all i could think. 'he's your ex right?'

'yeah, but we've discussed this before he's vile and despicable,' i paused 'y'know i only have eyes for you.'

'well you might, but he certainly didn't,' he jeered, 'he was practically oggling you, his eyes were pretty much out of his head like a stupid cartoon character.'

'he wasn't.' i said in dismay, to which evan grimaced.

'oh him undressing you with his eyes, wasn't oggling you,' he questioned, to which i sat timidly in silence with no response to give, 'that's why i have a plan, get in the backseat, i'll show him the only man that gets the view he clearly is so desperate for.'

this took me by surprise, but i did as instructed.

he pushed me down rather roughly onto all fours in the back seat, before quickly coming behind men trailing his hands down my back. he neared close to my hear, his body pressed up against mine, he pushed my hair to the side roughly marking my neck, 'eva-evan we're gonna get caught, we can-'

this only made him kiss my neck harder, causing a moan to escape my lips, 'i bet you wouldn't mind,' he muttered, 'especially that greasy fucking bartender, huh?'

'no evan, you h-have the wrong idea,' my breath hitched as he began to slowly pull the bottom of my dress up

'oh do i?' he mocked, 'well either away, you're gonna go back by my side and he's gonna know exactly who gets to have you, fuck you and love on you.'

he pushed my panties to the side, using his ring and middle finger he began to tease my entrance, 'fuck, you're so wet,'he paused basking in glory, 'and who got you like that pretty girl?'

'y-you, only you evan. i stammered, god he was so fucking hot when he was jealous.

'good girl,' he grunted, slipping his two fingers into me, slowly but becoming increasingly more rapid, only intensified by him playing with my clit, 'he'd never please you like i do.'

i smirked softly, i hadn't ever seen him jealous, but it only turned me on, i became even more slick beneath his touch.

'evan, fuck me please.' i whimpered in pleasure.

'eager,aren't we?' he chuckled, but i could hear him slowly unbuckle his trousers, he pulled his boxers down his boner practically bursting out, he began to gently pump his hard dick in his hands, 'you ok?' he checked, i nodded in reassurance, even in a caught up moment of jealousy he still was so considerate.

'ok, pretty girl,' his voice deep and raspy, causing me to become even more turned on by him, practically leaking over his cock, as he began to slowly thrust in and out of me, leaving me at a loss for words, he had never fucked me quite like this so i simply allowed myself to be consumed in the moment, not saying a word, allowing my moans and whimpers of pleasurre.

evan quickly fastened his pace, his hands on my hips, 'fuck you feel so good,' his words of affirmation caused me to rock my hips back, so he could fuck me even harder, to which he grunted.

he slyly took his left hand and began to rub circles on my clit, causing my hips to buck backwards into him, which made him grunt.

he fastened his speed as he felt my walls clench tightly around hid length , 'evan im gonna-'i whimpered, being fucked blind practically, struggling with a sudden inability to speak as the waves of pleasure consumed me.

'you're gonna what,baby?' evan grunted, thrusting slightly slower, his cock throbbing inside me, he was on the verge of coming too.

'come on, use your words,' he spat slightly irritated, 'you were all talk with that guy earlier, tell me what you want and i'll give it to you.'

'evan please,' i practically begged, 'help me cum.'

'that's all you had to say,' he smirked as he rubbed my clit with more agression.

'argh fuck, omg,' i moaned, as my slick practically leaked from me, i was in a state of pure ecstasy as i finally came under his simple touch.

'i bet he couldn't make you cum like that,' he sniggered.

'no one ever could.' i panted, slowly retrieving my breath, tying up my hair which had become stuck to my back.

'but before we go back in again, can you do one thing?' he questioned, as he continued to slowly stroke his member.

'mhm,' i moaned, knowing exactly what he wanted.

i crawled over to him, slowly stroking his cock, 'fuck,' evan grunted, 'please don't tease me anymore, just take it.'

i nodded my head in compliance, slowly beginning to take his length in my mouth, i bobbed up and down whilst simultaneously playing with his balls, i could tell he was near an orgasm. so i began to focus on his tip. i circled his tip with my tongue,looking up at him his dark eyes fixated on mine as he roughly tugged my hair, 'such a good girl,' he praised,cupping my face with his other hand. causing me to have to look up at him.

within a few seconds he began to slowly thrust his hips forward, his body tense and rigid, desperate for a release, he pul my hair as he fucked hard into my throat, causing me to slightly gag at the abruptness of his action, 'fuck i'm gonna cum,' i could tell he didn't even have to say it. it was only moments later, after i gave him my approval, he came in my mouth.

'omg.' i began to wipe my mouth, he had made such a fucking mess, however that was nothing compared to the sight i came to view in the car mirror, wow.

my hair which was previously perfectely styled, was now a mess, more parts than others. my skin extremely dewy from the sweat on my face, i looked a complete state.

'i can tell you're overthinking, you look beautiful, come on.' he kissed the soft spot on my neck, leaving a deep mark on my collarbone, which could only slightly visible no matter what i did, as he cooed to me smugly, 'now let's go back in.'

he had a huge smirk on his face, as we both quickly readjusted ourselves. he took my hand, as i raked a hand through the mess of my hair managing to somewhat tame it as we entered the venue. as we stepped inside evan murmured against my neck, 'don't fix up too much, i want him to know what i do to you.' as he took my hand guiding us over to the bar, us both taking a seat, his hand resting on my thigh, 'we can always go for round 2 in the bathroom,' he murmured just loud enough for me to hear it, causing me to become flustered under just his words and my imagination of what was to come.

[newhope8]

🐱🐾Comfort from Kitty💕🫂♾️

Here's a random idea I had. This post is inspired by the following two comments. ⬇️ And incidentally enough, this post is dedicated to @vanillacupcakefrosting & @moonlightndaydreams.

Please, if you truly are under the age of 18, don't read this story I've written. When fanfic creators (authors or artists) say, "Minors, Do Not Interact" (MDNI)", there's usually some damn good reasons why. If you decide to read, I ask that you please make note of the below-mentioned content warnings (C/W). ⬇️

C/W • 🔞❌⚠️ gentle ass play // fingering (anal) :: f-receiving; breast & nipple play; period Shark Week foreplay in general; hand job :: m-receiving; light breeding marking, tho no p-v happens, since fem::y/n is on her period; Minho is briefly mentioned as the y/n's BF (boyfriend), tho he can be referred to however you want >>fiancee, husband, sibling's best friend, your S.O. {significant other}, etc...<<; some cum play; spit play (f-receiving); use of pet names :: reader calls herself "Mommy" & her boyfriend "Kitten"; gentle degradation ... if you squint, i guess; mild praise kink (m-receiving); nursing & tit suckling kink (male pov); graphic mentions of male & female anatomy and bodily fluids; graphic language ... 🔞❌⚠️

Pairing • Minho & female y/n reader 👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼💗💙

Relationship Status • Comfortable, experienced, safe, loving, judgement-free 🫂❤️‍🩹

Synopsis • Your boyfriend (Minho) comforts you during your period.

If I've missed anything in the warnings, please let me know. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

My a/n (author note) thoughts throughout & at the end of this fic will appear in small purple font; you'll see. 🥰💜👍🏻 Just random ramblings that I wanted to write down/ make note of in that particular moment ...

This little story is just for fun & perhaps some relief from life's worries. Please take it as such. It's not serious, nor designed to replicate the mannerisms of any one Kpop celebrity irl.

Despite you being on your period (or, as some refer to it, "Shark Week" 🦈), you're still horny and desperate for Minho to ease your aches and pains in some very adult ways. 😏🔥💦

He would totally respect your wishes and leave your pussy untouched, no matter what type of feminine hygiene product you're using (whether it's an internal product or external one). Ladies, we all know what these are. 👍🏻 Minho may ask you to strip to your underwear, panties stay on (you're on your monthly cycle, remember 🩸🩸🩸🩸), yet he leaves you to decide if the bra stays or goes. Your pussy is throbbing, not entirely from being horny, yet from weird period cramps (am I the only one who's felt/ experienced this...??!!), so you're silently thankful your nether region is remaining covered. This weird throbbing has your tits starting to poke against your bra & if you weren't expelling a crimson river from between your folds, you would've sworn a few drops of Minho's favorite dessert had left your pussy hole. Yup, that's right. Your boyfriend's favorite thing to lick up is the cream your body generates. 🫦👅💦💦💦 Doesn't matter if it's pre-orgasm (pre-cum), during cumming or post-orgasm ("the little death" moment), he likes it all. And tells you he does, every chance he can get.

He sees you start to lay back on the bed next to him, yet his brows furrow when he sees you sit back up. Can't stand this fucking tit-choking bra any longer, you gripe to yourself. Reaching behind you, your fingers struggle to undo the clasp. After a moment, Minho hears you exclaim a satisfactory Ah-HA! as you successfully unclip the offending undergarment and fling it to the far corner of your bedroom. Minho fills his dick start to swell at your words. Desperate for some relief of his own, he turns over onto his stomach to press his groin into the mattress. This is a mistake for him, since he feels himself soak right through his undies, no doubt leaving a delicious little stain of his very own on your bed linens.

Turning his head to one side, time goes in slow motion for him. He watches as you lay back once again, twisting your hips to get settled a bit more comfortably, your tits finally free of your bra and poking out in the air. Without his permission, his mouth emits a small arousing gurgling noise, which does not escape your notice. Somebody's going to get to feel really good in just a minute, you think to yourself. 😏💦

Minho feels himself soil his undies completely as he watches the skin around your tits pebble up from the cold air in your bedroom. He cannot wait any longer for you and swiftly gets up from the bed to strip himself off completely. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch with wide eyes as his dick flops free from his underwear and begins to steadily ooze your own favorite dessert from its tip. 💦💦💦💦🍆 Squeezing your legs together, not entirely to ease the period aches down there, your breath stops as he hops back on the bed and lays down on his side facing you.

He asks you next if he can suckle on your tits. He already knows this is one of your favorite foreplay activities (whether you're on your period or not) and the thought of tasting your full tits, made even fuller with increased hormone levels from your monthly cycle, has him pressing his soaked dick into your hip and leaking all over your leg. (Idk about anyone else, yet when I'm on my period, my boobs do feel like they swell slightly. For reference, I am a 36B bra size irl.) Whimpering out a strained yes in reply, you raise your arms above your head and move your shoulders from side to side to get fully comfy and as sunk into the mattress as you can.

Minho lets himself rub his dick in an up-down motion against your hip a few times before leaning over and taking your right tit in his mouth. Your tits are always sensitive when you're aroused (periodness or no) and the feeling of having your twin peaches 🍑🍑 in full-access-mode for him has you emitting small moans that go in time with the lazy suckling motions of his tongue.

Feeling your favorite dessert start to dribble down your right thigh and leg (Minho's cream), you are suddenly just as desperate to feel him as he is to be suckling on you. Moving your right arm down from above your head, you reach down to his dick with your right hand and lightly start to tickle the base of his shaft. Minho's lips break from your right tit and he nuzzles his nose in between your boobs while he freely emits unabashed moans, groans and whimpers at the feel of your hand being able to freely slide up and down, oh so slowly, along his shaft. There is only one person in the entire world his dick belongs to (other than himself, lol); that one person is you.

He continues to nuzzle his nose in between your boobs as you gently begin to massage him. His right hand comes up to ghost over your stomach and he blindly reaches for your left tit. You're just about to move your left hand to help him find what he's looking for, yet that isn't necessary. Thank goodness, you muse to yourself, for my left nipple had been screaming in agony for some attention since Minho stripped off his undies.

You feel your hand get even more saturated than it already is from Minho's precum. Gently wriggling your hand out from between your bodies, despite his adorable whimpers of protesting disappointment, you bring your hand up to your face and begin licking your entire hand clean. Yup, that's right ... you're having your dessert before your main meal. 😈👅🥵💦 Whoever said you couldn't indulge in dessert first if you wanted to was being ridiculous for no reason.

Minho notices you cleaning your hand off and you feel him start to rut a bit harder into your right hip as his lips regain purchase on your right nipple. Minho, baby ... please ... PLEASE, you moan. For the love of all that's holy and sacred in this world, look to my other tit with your lips. Do you really want any future children I may give you to only have 1 nipple to suckle from? Or are you going to be selfish and just keep both of Mommy's titties for yourself?

You hear your him mumble and groan around your right tit, still so engrossed in nursing from you. Laughing softly to yourself at his behavior, you reach your left hand over and gently tug on his hair, forcing his head up and away from your chest. Baby, why did you do that, he whimper-cries, giving you the sweetest set of doe eyes you've ever seen.

Because Mommy's left nip is sad, you answer. It needs love too.

Here, let me see it, Minho huffs out. He props himself up on his elbows just enough so he can move his head over to your left breast.

Hold my other tit, please, you whisper-whimper to him. It just needs you to hold it while you nurse from the other one.

You slowly bring Minho's left hand up to cup your right breast. He follows your directions dutifully, cradling your boob in his slightly larger hand, yet not squeezing it at all. You begin to moan in earnest when, in the very next instant, you feel his lips attach to your left tit, but not before you watch as he lets a healthy stream of his drool dribble onto your left nipple. His spit beads for a split second on the very tip of your left tit, before it glides down over the swell of the breast itself. Your breath just about ceases completely while you watch him hover his perfect mouth over your drenched tit. His breath comes in short, staccato bursts, similar to the slightly faster rhythm his hips have begun to make against your hip.

Giggling to yourself, you run your hands up & down your boyfriend's shoulders, getting temporarily lost in the lustful yet overall loving gaze he fixes on your boobs. He alternates looking at your twin peaches and your eyes. His eyes suddenly fill with an emotion you cannot put into words and you feel a rather hard lump of tears lodge right in the middle of your throat. You think to yourself that it's partially due to your monthly hormones, which are in full force atm. Indeed, you feel a strong urge to get up and use the restroom (lol, tmi perhaps). Yet, it's something else too, something else entirely. You return your boyfriend's gaze and see his eyes sparkling with tears for you, through his natural manly lust for your body. You get fully shipwrecked in his gaze and feel tears finish beading up along your lashes and starting to trickle down your cheeks. 🥹

Baby, what is it? What's wrong, you hear him ask you. You cannot answer him right away, so you turn your head to one side and bury one half of your face in your pillow. You feel hiccups start to build in your chest, yet force them down. Now is not the time to hiccup in your boyfriend's face, you silently giggle to yourself. Not that Minho would care. He loves every part of you, every part of your very essence. Even the silly & embarrassing noises your body makes on its own, for whatever reason. It's all music to his ears, he loves it all.

Baby, I need you to answer me. Are you ok? You hear him ask you again. You feel one of his hands come up to your left breast, gently wiping off the spit he'd left there mere moments before. His other hand goes to your tummy, which you feel to suddenly start clenching with one of the most painful period cramps you've experienced. He rubs his hand back and forth over your twisting uterus, and peppers the softest kisses 💋 all over your face. He isn't licking up your tears, just kissing you softly.

You force yourself to focus on the movements of his hands and lips on your body, instead of on the nauseating pain that continues to pull through your feminine parts. The uterine cramps start to ease for a moment and you feel yourself start to go soft with relief.

Are you ok, baby? He asks you for a third time. His hands still completely, and you can tell he's not going to continue further until you answer him. You slowly move your head to face him, because you feel the onset of a massive migraine headache starting to form. 😣 Reaching your hands up to either side of his face, it's now your turn to gently wipe up his tears.

Yes, my Leebit, I'm fine. Just letting your love heal me, I guess. It overflows from my heart every time for you and ... and ... You suddenly cannot continue speaking, so you turn your head to the other side and start to cry in earnest. Your shoulders start to shake a tiny bit and you feel Minho reach both his arms under your shoulders to pull you close to his chest. You burrow into his embrace and let the rest of the bodily aches dissipate as you feel his warmth seep into each pore of your skin. You haven't forgotten about Minho's other "concern", for it's still pressed against your hip, its tip is quite wet and very hard. 💦🍆 Before gently pulling away from him, you take a moment to marvel at his self control and respect for your emotions in general. He's not been rutting into you at all this entire time, he's been completely still. His dick has only twitched maybe once, it's almost as if he's told himself to stop until you're settled and calm again.

You watch as his eyes flutter closed & a few more tears trickle down the apples of his cheeks. Your thumbs ghost over his eyelids, using kitten-feather-soft touches to soothe away his tears. Minho leans his face into one of your hands, moving his head barely back & forth. He continues to nuzzle against your hand in this way, until you suddenly feel a sharp pain stab through your gut.

Ahhhh, oh fuck, ahhhhh, you moan out. Your hands fly away from Minho's face, pressing as hard as you can in a downward motion on your lower stomach, right where your uterus is. The period cramp is so bad, your back arches slightly off the bed and you screw your eyes shut.

You feel Minho shift slightly in the bed next to you, not leaving your side. He adjusts himself so you have a little more space to move, yet he's still just as close to you as before. It's ok, baby, I'm right here & I'm not going anywhere. Just breathe, ok? you hear him whisper to you.

Through the renewed fog of pain & nausea that threatens to overtake you, you feel his hands settle in place over yours, helping you to press down on your stomach further. Every female is different with her body & how she experiences period cramps, yet pressing down on your uterus is one of the movements that works best for you to ease the aches in the immediate moment. And Minho instinctually knows this.

He leans over your face & kisses your forehead before placing one, single, solitary, loving kiss on your left tit. He doesn't even suckle on it, just kisses it once and moves his mouth away to lay his head on your chest.

Then, as quickly as the pain makes an appearance, you feel your uterus relaxing again and the aches naturally subside. You shift your shoulders from side to side, signaling you want to get up. Minho, baby, I love being your body pillow, yet I really need to pee & change my feminine item out, you say to him. You have been in a healthy & steady relationship with your boyfriend for several years and always feel like you can talk quite openly with him about anything and everything. Yes, I said anything and everything; this includes every little aspect of women's feminine hygiene and gynecological health. So telling him you need to change your pad or tampon is nothing he hasn't heard before. He's a confident man & has the balls to be mature enough to handle such talk in a respectful manner. Some men are fucking babies when it comes to being respectful of a woman's health, yet there are others who aren't this way. They may seem like they're few & far between, yet they are out there ... I promise. 💕🫂🙏🏻

Minho, come on, baby, you huff out a laugh as he nuzzles his nose in between your boobs one last time. I really REALLY need to use the restroom.

You're just so soft and delectable, you hear him mumble into your skin as he moves to sit up in bed.

How the fuck am I soft when I feel so dirty and gross? you ask him.

Because you're you & perfect just the way you are, he answers. I cannot see you being any other way & I wouldn't have you any other way.

Aww, fuck, Minho baby ... I'm going to cry all over again! you moan out, looking at him with more tears in your eyes. Your heart melts even further than it already has as you sit up, scooting closer to him on the bed, and rubbing your nose in the crook of his neck. Despite feeling overall icky from your period, you're still somewhat horny and cannot resist scenting your boyfriend, just a little. 😉

Minho recognizes your signature move with this & you feel his body stiffen slightly. From the corner of your eye, you see his hands move down gradually to his rock-hard dick, which is now steadily oozing the most delicious-looking precum you've seen from him in a while. Its color is a shade of milky white, semi-clear ... the most beautiful you've seen from his cockhead in a while. Your pussy starts to throb with genuine arousal this time, not just residual period cramps. You are suddenly desperate to taste him and this thought has your pussy leaking his cream all over your folds. Your only regret is that because it's the first evening of your Shark Week, your pussy and folds are 100% off limits to him for the next few days ... at least until the heaviest flow has passed.

Baby, what are you doing? you mumble into Minho's neck. What are you doing, you ask again ... giggling at how Minho has suddenly decided to mirror your movements.

Loving you, what does it look like ... he whimpers back. His hands press down harder on his dick and he begins to leave little love bites and nibbles along the juncture of your neck & shoulder.

Are you trying to mark me? you giggle back, with a breathy moan of your own. Minho baby, I really have to pee. Making a more concerted effort to move away from him this time, or else you really will have a crimson accident in your bed, you gently push on his shoulders to get him to detach his mouth from your neck.

Nooo, he whines out. And to keep you in place, he bites down a bit harder, effectively pinning you to the spot for a few more seconds.

Ah, fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk, baby ... Minho ... NOOO, you whine back. Despite your almost having an accident, you push your tits against his bare chest and reach your hands up to tangle in his hair.

He feels your tits on the broad muscles of his chest and reaches a hand up to fondle your left nipple, not forgetting he left off mid-massage of it to check on you. You notice his hand is soaked and you suddenly moan out rather loudly as he lets himself start to push his groin into your side again ... this time in earnest. Your Kitty is determined to feel good and you're going to help him get there. But first, your bathroom stop ... for the only type of bodily fluids you prefer to clean off your sheets is your & his cum. Not pee, not barf, not period blood ... just delicious cum. That's all.

Using what little willpower you feel you still possess, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull up with intention. His mouth leaves your neck with a quiet squelch and he looks at you with a half blown out expression on his face. His hand stays latched around your left tit, so you quickly detach this part of him from you too.

Baby, he whines at you. He tries to scoot closer again but this time, you're quicker. Scrambling off the bed, you stand up and point a finger at him. I have to pee, baby. Don't you remember what week it is for me?

Yes, I remember, it's just, it's just ... I need Mommy's titties and this ..., he whimpers, gesturing to his painfully hard dick.

My titties will be right back, you chuckle. I will feel better after just a moment. 🧻🚽🩸 Yet in the meantime, you continue, coming up to the foot of the bed and pointing your finger at him again. Lay back for me, and spread your legs. Arms above your head ... and do NOT fucking touch yourself until I get back. Mommy will help you out momentarily.

Will you, truly? he asks. He quickly moves into position as you've directed him to and the sight just about has you doubling over and feeling dizzy. Sweat gives a glistening sheen all over his body and his entire shaft is coated in the only moisture you're even remotely interested in getting nutrition from. Minho's muscular arms are above his head and he grips onto the headboard for support. He tries to keep his hips still, yet the sight of you staring him down, dressed as you are (topless, with just your favorite comfort pair of cotton panties on), has him involuntarily bucking his hips up just a bit.

Yes baby kitty, most truly. I promise, you reply to him. Turning on your heels before you can have another moment of hormonal weakness, you dash into the en-suite bathroom you both share, firmly shutting the door behind you.

You make your way over to your section of the spacious bathroom. Rummaging around in one of your many storage compartments, you hastily feel around for one of your favorite overnight pads in your period supply drawer. Your hand lands on the all-too-familiar wrapper of the pad and when you withdraw it from the box, you see a small post-it note stuck to it.

Sitting down on the toilet, you quickly dispose of your hygiene trash in the small trash can and relieve yourself. Bending over at the waist, you press both hands into your stomach as hard as you can and emit a silent moan, or as silent as you feel you can be under the circumstances. Your uterus is hell-bent bound and determined that you're not going to have much relief from it tonight. It's going to make sure you're aware it's there, at all times, no matter what. You're just glad you're sitting on the toilet, instead of standing up or sitting down. Giving birth to small jellyfish 🩸🩸🩸 during the first few days is always fun, isn't it, ladies? 🫣😣🥴😮‍💨 (For those biologically born with a vagina, you know what I mean & are the only people who will ever understand. For those that weren't {no matter how you orientate/ identify}, take note :: it literally feels like a small glob of jellyfish leaving your pussy hole. I'm not kidding. Periods are a necessary part of life & still not normalized as much as they should be, I think. No disrespect towards anyone/ everyone is beautiful, I'm simply telling things from my perspective as a woman who bleeds each month.)

While you wait for the feeling to pass, you look at the small post-it note you've found stuck to the pad. Un-sticking the note from the pad's wrapper, you unfold it and open it to reveal a short love-note from Minho! 🥹😻😭🤧💌🎀 Blinking back tears, you try to remember any recent interaction when he'd have an excuse to go into some of your more personal drawers in the bathroom. It suddenly dawns on you that just a week ago, you did ask him to pick up some extra pads for you while he'd stopped at the convenience store on his way home from work. You sent him a photo of the packaging of your favorite kind (ladies ... if you haven't tried pads by the brand called Honey Pot, you may be missing out; seriously -- give their pads and liners a try if you use said-products; Idk if they make tampons or not ...) & he came back with 2 packages, plus a baggie of your favorite chocolates & 2 cans of your favorite energy drink.

You involuntary emit a hiccup & swipe a hand across your eyes, in a poor attempt to dry your tears. Realizing this effort is futile, you reach for a handful of toilet paper to blow your nose, hoping Minho doesn't hear you being emotional in the bathroom. 🤧🫣 Straining your ears to hear, all "appears" quiet from the sanctuary of your & his shared bedroom.

Rubbing one hand absentmindedly over your stomach, you hold his note in your other hand & begin to read.

To my dearest baby, You are so very beautiful in each & every way. Don't let anyone ever tell you different. Thank you for being mine. Hugs & kisses, ~~your Kitty 🐱🐾😘 (P.S. I hope these are the right pads.)

You bend over in half again, your chin is resting on your knees. You cry for real this time, not caring two fucks if Minho hears you. The amount of love from such simple words never fails to take your breath away & you feel your heart swell with love for your boyfriend. Usually, such a note would only ever make you smile softly to yourself ... at best! Yet for some reason, his words tug on your heartstrings more than you realize. You chalk this up to your emotions being all over the place in recent days, not just due to pre-PMS periodness symptoms. From your parents' apartment lease being renewed for another year, to your dad's job being topsy-turvy/ toxic workplace, to your own unsuccessful attempts at finding employment and having a large amount of credit card debt {a large amount to you, tho maybe small to others...}, you haven't been able to discern if you've been coming or going.

You take a short, stuttering breath, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. You don't feel like you're going to throw up, not really, yet a wave of period-nausea sweeps over you all the same. You press Minho's little note to the side of your face and take several more deep, cleansing breaths. You instantly have his words memorized & you let the love he's conveyed sweep over you, grounding you back to earth and quelling your racing heart.

Placing the note carefully in the re-stocked basket where you keep your pads (for safe-keeping 💌), you finish up your business & clean yourself up the best you can. You look behind you on the lid of the toilet's tank & find Minho has also replenished your favorite flushable wipes. A new package sits there & what would you know ... it's your favorite brand! You didn't even ask him to get these, yet he went and bought them anyway. 🥹

You let yourself quietly cry some more as you wash your hands with your favorite lavender hand soap. Drying your hands on your favorite hand towel that hangs on a small towel rack above the toilet, you pick up the pack of wipes and shake your head. Holding the wipes in one hand, you reach for your Vicks-scented tissues with the other & pull one out of the box. Blowing your nose 2 times in a row (Minho can for sure hear this noise of yours), you close your eyes and breathe in-out again. {Everyone, whatever you do ... do not DO NOT wipe your eyes with Vicks-scented tissues!!!!!! 🫣🫣🫣 They are quite strong and for your nose only!! They may irritate your eyes and no one wants that.}

Walking swiftly to the bathroom door, wipes in hand, you flick off the light and leave the door ajar behind you. The sight that greets you when you re-enter the bedroom has your boobs swelling even more and your tits poking out at full attention.

Minho is laying on his side, facing towards you. He has one hand resting under his head and his other hand is laying casually on his hip. He's still very much naked. His dick is still just as rock-hard as it was before and lays out before him on the bed linens, oozing and looking like the most delicious popsicle you've ever tasted. 🍆🍭💦🥵

I guess it's a good thing I brought these out with me, you say to him, coming to a stop by the side of the bed, right where he's laying.

Why is that, my lovely?

You're making a mess & I'm going to have to clean up your puddle. Look what you've done, naughty Kitty, you say, pointing to the very wet & noticeable stain his precum has made from where his dick has been resting against the sheet.

Kitty is sorry, you hear your boyfriend mumble. Can Mommy clean me up?

Yes, Mommy is more than happy to do that for you, you answer. But first, I need you to feel something out for me, you continue cryptically. Walking the 2 steps over to the bedside table, you set the wipes down and move to sit cross-legged on the bed next to Minho.

What is it? he asks you, sitting up to face you properly.

Well, it's 2 things really.

What is it? he asks again, cutely wringing his hands in child-like anticipation.

Being just as desperate for relief as Minho's dick no doubt is, you decide to get right into it. First, I need you to get your hand nice and wet for me with your precum. Then, I need you to feel how clean I've got my ass for you, with that same hand, you tell him.

Minho's eyes almost pop out of his head at your words. He instinctually spreads his legs on either side of you and begins fisting his swollen cock, spreading already copious amounts of cream all over himself and his hand.

Mommy, really?! REALLY??!! he asks you again.

Yes, Kitty, really. Now, be a good boy & let me see your hand.

Minho sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and reluctantly removes his hand from his thoroughly soaked dick. His hand is positively glistening and some of his precum drips down his hand and onto his forearm. Yup, he's that wet already (& there's not a bottle of lube in sight). 💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵

Grasping his wrist in your left hand, you jerk his wet hand towards your face, not that you need further inspection of his efforts. Oh, such a good Kitty for me, you purr at him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his dick twitch slightly at your praising words. You have an innate sense for being able to tell how close your boyfriend is to actually cumming and you correctly surmise that he's more than close.

I need to make sure your hand is the right amount of wet for my asshole, Kitten. And the only way I want to do that right now is this, you coo at him. Before he has a chance to respond, you suck his soaked pointer finger into your mouth and lick it clean.

Minho lets out another strangled gasp and barely manages to stutter out, Kitten needs to feel how clean Mommy's asshole is for him, PLEASE!!! Yet you hear him and promptly pull his finger from between your lips with a loud & lewd pop.

Go ahead & make me cum, Minho, you whine. And for fuck's sake, please fucking hurry. I may be on my period, yet I'm so close! 💦😭

I'm close too, y/n, he croaks out. Turn around for me then.

As fast as you can on your rather lumpy bed, you turn around and present your ass end to Minho. You hear him give his cock a few more slick pumps, making sure all of his fingers are thoroughly coated. You then feel as he presses his dick up against your ass, though he makes no move whatever to push himself inside in any way.

Gonna feel your sweet little hole now, Mommy, he coos back at you. Dipping both his hands past the back waistband of your panties, he quickly spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can dip one hand down your crack to finger your asshole.

You quickly stabilize yourself on your hands and knees & in the next second, you feel Minho's middle finger circle your rim, tapping on the outer edges of your hole once ... twice ... three times. You feel your orgasm approaching & you screw your eyes shut and forcefully bite your bottom lip between your teeth to stave off the feeling, at least until your boyfriend gets a finger in you. One solitary finger, that's all your ass needs. Just one, for fuck's sake! 💦💦💦👆🏻💦💦💦 Then he pushes his finger in, all in one go. The moan that leaves your mouth is more than pornographic.

AH, FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK, MINHO KITTEN, AHHHHHHH, you holler out. I'm so fucking close! 😭💦💦💦😭🫴🏻🫴🏻🫴🏻

Baby, don't say that! I haven't even gotten in a second finger. How can you be this close to cum---, Minho's words are cut off as he feels your asshole clench so hard around his middle finger, it's all he can do to keep himself from creaming against the backside of your panties.

I'M CUMMING, you moan out, more or less finishing his sentence for him. Again, you chalk it up to monthly hormones, a rise in estrogen or whatever else (in addition to natural horniness) that's surging through your system to cause you to cum so quickly. Your cunt spasms around nothing and you're not worried if you accidentally pee yourself, since you're wearing a slightly thicker pad. (Even when you're not on your period, you don't mind feeling your squirt-slick drenching your panties & thighs afterward, yet if it's anything to do with pee, that's a no-go for you. And Minho knows this about you too.)

Kitten, your hole is so beautiful, he croaks out from behind you. Leaning over your shoulder, he puts his lips right next to your ear 👂🏻🗣 & hoarsely stutters out, Need your hand around my dick ... like yesterday. He gives your fluttering asshole a few more loving pumps in-out in-out with his finger, then withdraws his drenched digit.

Flopping back onto the bed behind you, you hear him moan again. Turning back around just as quickly as before, you direct him to lean up against the headboard of the bed. He hastily complies, then makes the cutest set of grabby hands for you, that you've ever seen. 🥹👐🏻 You settle next to him, your left thigh pressing up against his left thigh, you're sat facing him.

Left tit, I need it, he whines. Tears have beaded up at the corners of his eyes and one drop does in fact trickle down his cheek. 💧

Here, Kitten, it's right here, you whisper. You adjust yourself, cupping your left breast in your hand and presenting it to him. He leans forward, whispers a barely audible I love you to you, then attaches his lips around your left nipple.

You gently & softly run your fingers through his hair as he begins to suckle. Humming one of his favorite songs (☀️You Are My Sunshine☀️), you look down and watch as he open-mouth suckles on your tit, then re-attaches his lips to your breast. It makes your eyes tear up and a few drops fall into his hair as you watch him leave the sweetest kitten licks ever around your nipple, gently pushing and pulling your left breast as he nurses and kneeding the other one with his hands. Minho doesn't notice your latest batch of tears, yet he does hear you quietly humming the song and moans along with you, still suckling you the entire time.

All too soon, you end the song after just one verse. Minho is still very much absorbed in nursing from you, so you decide this is the perfect opportunity to reach down & touch his dick. What you feel has you practically salivating 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦 :: his dick is rock-hard, very hot, and very swollen. You take a gentle, yet firm-enough hold on his shaft and begin sliding your hand up and down, up and down, up and down. 🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻💦💦💦🍆🫴🏻🫴🏻🫴🏻 He moans around your breast, temporarily detaching his lips from your left nipple, and buries his face in between your boobs.

Wanting to return the favor & check in on him as he's already done with you, you kiss the crown of his head and ask, Is my kitten ok?

Yes, Mommy, your Kitten is just fine.

Is Kitten close?

Yes, Mommy, your Kitten is so fucking close. Please ...

Please what?

Please, Kitten wants to cum for you! Minho whines out.

Aww, Minho baby, I love you too, you coo at him. 🥹 Speaking around the lump of emotional tears in your throat is beginning to take its toll on you, so your next statement is your last audible one for the time being.

Does Kitten want to suckle Mommy's tit while he cums for her? you ask.

YES, PLEASE. I am so wet and hard for you! Minho whine-cries.

Kissing Minho on the top of his head again, you again cradle your left breast in your hand and guide him to your chest. His lips waste no time in re-attaching themselves and he begins to suckle harder than before. Reaching back down with your other hand to his dick, you grasp a bit firmer and begin pumping him off in earnest. He barely makes it 3 more passes of your hand before he's biting your nipple in another "somewhat gentle" mating mark and suddenly your hand is coated in your favorite dessert of all time.

AHHHHH FUCK, KITTEN IS CUMMING, he whines for you. Jerking and pulsating in your hand, you keep kissing the top of his head as his lips leave your well-sated left nipple and he again buries his face in between your boobs.

Your hand does go completely still the instant you feel him start to cum for you. You know he's over-stimulated, just as you were yourself, so you don't want to make him uncomfortable or anything like that. There's a time and place for being over-stimmed sexually, yet now is not one of them.

His hips eventually stutter and stop moving completely as his body winds itself down from his orgasmic high. He keeps moving his nose up and down between your boobs, scenting you even though you both are spent from your orgasms.

Kitten loves you so much, he whispers as he lays back on the bed, gently pulling you with him. Neither of you mind one bit about being partially covered with cum and sweat. What's more important in this split second is cuddling and laying close to one another.

I love you too, my Minho, you whisper back. So, so much. 🥹🥹🥹

As you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, the last thought to cross your mind is how lucky you are to have such a loving & attentive boyfriend. Your heart is full, your body sated to its fullest extent, your period cramps non-existent now & your mind happily spinning with a few random thoughts on how your next encounter with him might go.

a/n • What did you think, my fellow fanfic lovelies? 🥰 Did you like this little story? This was spur-of-the-moment, I wrote it over the span of just 2 days, which is a personal best for me. I hope I did justice to some of the themes in the 2 comments I listed at the beginning of this post. This is also the first fanfic of my own I've written & posted on here! 💜😍 This comfort story is also the first concerted effort I've made to write anything since August of last year, 2023. And while this is a fic where the main character is on her period in the story, at the time of me posting this I am not on my period, lol. 😄🙌🏻

p.s. • If you liked this story, please re-blog to share it and give me credit. 🙏🏻 While I do not have copyrights on my writings (either on here or AO3), just know that if you plagiarize something of mine {or someone else's}, Karma will come back to bite you in the fucking ass with a vengeance. 😎 No matter how someone identifies themselves, Karens aren't called Karens for no reason. You really wouldn't want to be marked as a KAREN, would you? 🤔 Didn't think so. 😌

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I feel like my tastes are known but I still will take this chance to gush a bit about the characters and design philosophy of em that Ive always been real fond of :)

No particular order here or else I'll be here all night formatting on mobile. More under the cut!

HAKUMEN it goes without saying I LOVE HAKUMEN'S DESIGN SO MUCH. The taloned tabi, the silhouette of wide pants and closefitted shinguards/torso. The faces/eyes scattered across his armour while the face is totally blank—made more unreadable and inhuman by the slats of neck guard. Fox-ears built into the helm shape to feel both animal and mechanical like antennae...and obviously the longass hair to sell the "tailed" look.

I remember reading really early on into liking BlazBlue—I can't remember the source, come maul me if I'm wrong—I read that Hakumen as a character and design was made when Mori was in middle or highschool, the idea of "what is really cool," and much of those ideas stayed. I not only really respect that and think its charming as someone who still likes MY own designs from that time, but, as it turns out, middle schoolers are still right. Hakumen is very cool. Augh. Fucking? Time travelling fox-robot samurai who's here to kill his brother to save him and also himself because his old self wanted to do the same thing for the wrong reason and thay thought disgusts him. Also him and Tsubaki in general make me start to choke (positive). God ok I have four more guys to discuss. Yes i also like Susanoo but I feel like thats a copout, I like that he's both animalistic and brutal martial arts as the God of War. Anyways CONTINUING

VALKENHAYN R HELLSING I will admit that he is an old man in a suit and that speaks to me but that he's one of the strongest beings alive as a old man in a suit ohh. And he's a werewolf ohhhh. Shifting just his body parts to kick and rip with his claws, quickly leaping back and forth between a normal bone-breaking jab or knee or biting and snarling—the dance between raw force and refined precision and a brutal tear's always been sooo cool to see and think about. I also think his ribbon in his hair moving to his wolfy tail is very cute. A man of sharp extremes from refined to flashing his fangs, human and wolf, cool and very cute. I like him :)

TSUBAKI YAYOI her uniform is so nice uruururururugh. Big cape and the way it drapes around her in combat like wings... Her sword and buckler/Izayoi looking so unique for being a "basic sword and shield for the hero"-type of deal! The eye on her hat's always been really striking too—the only "cold" colours being her and her uniforms eyes.....................Sparing a glance at Hakumen's recurring red eyes for no reason here. Knightly angel women and her flower-like "tassets" hanging off her clothes. Its a uniform which plausibly feels like it could be a uniform—she doesn't have anything uniquely "hers" or "for this female character" while still being really standout and clean. Her design's just really good guys. You can do so much.

Really want to mention her masked look too at least really quick here. my girllllll...

RAGNA THE BLOODEDGE well of course I really like his design. Yeah him being here is partially obligation because I love his character a lot but both things inform each other in the end. Mr Grim Reaper, Enemy of the World, red-and-black with a demon's arm on one side and a rebuilt one on the other. His big red coat and the oversize shoulders! The massive baggy pants—I love the silhouette he has. Blood Scythe/Aramasa/His sword transforming and able to clack around and shift's just. Always been such a cool design. Seithr-powered man, devil-smoke powered man, ashes of your own old dead self-powered man. Ragna is fucking cool auauauuuaghrhg.

And it DOES only make it more charming that he has a good heart, has a bit of a Kicked Puppy charm about him if you can pardon uhh that implication. He is just some fucking guy and he likes barbecues. He is sweet and cares for stray cats. His dad is a cat. He blows up the government regularly. He's a rebel who visually looks really clean if "intentionally trying to look like someone you should think is cool", which is both dork-charming and cute and also actually yeah cool because it's not a visual mess.

I like that his arm underneath is all belts and bandaged—Bloodedge only wearing half his coat for example is such a good look and it shows his clean black shirt underneath, which feels a lot like... Under that big eyecatching rebel coat of his (personality), Ragna's... Ragna, I don't know. I hope that makes sense. Knowing his personality makes me like his design a lot more than if I didn't I think.

As mentionned in Hakumen's block of text however: I already really like chuuni-ass designs, so combined in Ragna he makes me unwell entirely.

And last (I am running out of images allowed per post :((((( )

Kitty peepaw. I am cheating slightly here. I like the Kaka Kittens' big hoods too and think they're very cute and very eyecatching and I adore them always—the kittens especially being stompy little things that travel in packs are really cute. I love that Jubei, actual strongest thing in the world, has the oversized paw sleeves too. There's cat claws bigger than his body stored in what looks like emo kids' oversize hoodie sleeves. He's so simple and still the imagery of that coat gets reused several times over and it looks good every time. Orange kitty peepaw. AND he has an eyepatch, how can I not like eyepatches.

There are my 5 favourite BlazBlue designs :> Sorry if them all being C series or smth is boring wauh. I can spend as long as I want thinkinh about it but I do always seem to come back to these guys, give or take one change depending on the mood. Unchanging faves are Hakumen and Tsubaki for sure and forever though.

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Salamander’s girlfriend -Natsu Dragneel

You are a Wizard from a not so well known guild. Your Boyfriend, Natsu Dragneel was a higher classed wizard in the famous guild in magnolia, Fairy Tail. Some people see that it is not suitable for a Powerful Dragon Slayer to date a lower ranked wizard like you which causes you to have insecurities. So for once in your life, you decided a change would be nice.

You carries the bag of goods in your arms as you walked on your back home. You hummed a tune as you took in the breeze. A group of girls who looked not much older than you walked by whispering as they saw you.

“Hey.. That’s apparently Salamander’s girlfriend”

“Really? Her?”

“Man I thought she’d look better than that”

“Same.. Salamander is way out of her league”

“For real”

Laughter filled the air as they were soon out of ear. Your chest felt heavy and soon you started doubting yourself once again. They were right. Natsu was way out of your league and you had no idea why he was still with you at this point. You don’t have nice clothes, you usually wear a crop top hoodie and high waist shorts along with ankle boots.

You don’t style your hair. You don’t wear much make-up, only lip gloss and some eyeliner if you feel like it. You don’t have a flashy type of magic either. You’re not in a strong and famous guild. You didn’t know what was good about you for Natsu’s image. 

You didn’t even realize when you had reached your house. Your house was one thing you were proud of. It used to be plain and average but you managed to decorate it and now everyone in the neighborhood was jealous.

You didn’t wait a single second before unlocking the door and letting yourself in. You kicked your shoes off and placed the bag of goods on the kitchen table before making your way into the bathroom. You took a nice and refreshing shower before drying yourself off and stepping out of the bathroom.

You opened your closet and dug through the piles of clothes that you never seem to be able to keep organized. You pulled out a white tank top, an orange button up shirt, a pair of white high waist shorts and last but not least a red headscarf.

You put the tank top on and slip on the button up, you kept it unbuttoned but you tied the hem of the shirt together. You put on the shorts and walked over to your shoe cupboard, pulling out a pair of white knee high boots with red details and designs on it. You walked over to your dressing table and tied the headscarf on your head whilst in front of the mirror.

Once you were finished you turned on your heel and looked at yourself in the full length mirror which stood across from your dressing table. You looked stunning and you were proud of yourself. I am gonna make sure all of them choke on their words.. I will make sure I am worthy of being Natsu’s girlfriend.

To add some finishing touches you put some light make-up on before praying yourself with you and Natsu’s favorite perfume. Obviously, Natsu doesn’t wear female perfume but he likes this scent on you. He says that it suits you.

You looked at yourself in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. Natsu was gonna be back from his job today and you wanted to see his reaction to your glow-up. People stopped to look and stare as you passed by. They weren’t used to seeing you dressed up.

You opened the double doors to Fairy Tail guild with excitement bubbling inside you. A few of the Fairy tail members also stopped to look before looking away when they remembered that you were a taken lady by none other than their own star wizard. Mirajane approached you with a big smile on her face.

“Y/n! I love your new look, you look gorgeous!” She said. “Thank you Mirajane! I couldn’t take everyone downgrading me all the time” You said with a small, shy smile. It happens when a gorgeous lady calls you gorgeous. You looked around the guild for a certain pink haired boy.

“Looking for Natsu?” She questioned. You nod and look at her for answers.

“He’ll be here soon, want something to drink?” She asked. “Sure” you said and followed her to the bar. She doesn’t even ask what you want. You’ve been here enough times to know what you would order. She make your cool drink and slid it over to you. You thanked her and sipped on it.

You spent the next few minutes talking to her and gray who joined you two later on. That was until the doors burst open and a certain someone stomped in happily singing. “WE ARE BACKK!!” 

Natsu, Happy and Lucy entered the guild. Natsu looking as energetic as always. Happy munching on a fish whilst Lucy was looking exhausted. Natsu was quick to smell the all too familiar fragrance of your perfume. His eyes darted around the place before his eyes locked with yours.

He blinked in disbelief for a second before his lips formed a massive grin. He ran over to you and you stood up from the stool. His body crashed into yours as he pulled your into a tight embrace. “Y/N! You’re here! I missed you- and woah you look hot” Natsu said as he pulled away to take in your appearance.

“The Pirate Bandana looks cool!” Happy said as he flew over and sat on the bar counter. “Thanks! I decided to finally not let anyone talk bad about me again, and ya know.. look the part” You said and winked at them. “Who has been talking bad about you? I’ll beat them up!” Natsu suddenly burst. 

Mirajane glared at him which made him shut up. “What do you mean look the part?” Natsu asked as he sat on top of a stool and pulled you closer. “People have expectations for me ever since I got the title ‘Salamander’s girlfriend’ I wanted to look exceptional..” You trailed off upon realizing that it sounds stupid.

“Man who cares about what they think anyways, I don’t like you for your looks or anything, I like you for you and that’s all I care about. And that’s all you should care about as well” Natsu said.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling widely at his words. “Curse you babe, You’re making me cry! I worked hard on my make-up ya know!” You laughed and blinked away your tears, mumbling a small “I love you”

“I love you more” He grinned and kissed your cheek before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the door. “Where are we going?” You asked. “I am going to show my Beautiful girlfriend off to the world” He said and exited the guild with you, making the others ‘awe’

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A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, the banquet continues--with or without Trevelyan.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 2,848. Rating: most audiences. Warnings: symptoms of trauma, discussion of death and murder, brief descriptions of murder.

AN: To give you an idea: content is no worse than anything found in Inquisition itself. However, this chapter is skippable if you need it. Message if you want more info.)

Chapter 25: The Banquet - Part 2

“Well?” said the Comtesse.

Trevelyan had no words with which to answer, no breath in her lungs with which to respond. She clawed it back, desperately, as it escaped from her—more rapidly by the second. Did the air grow cold by itself, or had she made it that way?

Lady Samient dropped her fork onto the table. The clang commanded attention, drew stares away from Trevelyan. All expected her to speak, but it was the Baroness who took the opportunity:

“What a perverse thing to talk of,” she said, with a smile so forced it could have torn her cheeks apart, “as we are all eating.”

“No more perverse than attending a hanging,” the Comtesse countered.

Lady Samient muttered, “I can think of only one hanging I should like to watch.”

The Comtesse laughed it off. “Lady Trevelyan does not mind my asking, do you?”

Lady Trevelyan was staring at the candle between her and Lady Erridge, trying not to see figures in the flames.

“What about some warmer drinks?” said Dorian, loudly. “I feel a chill. I need something warm.”

The Comtesse ignored him. “Lady Trevelyan?” she repeated. “You don’t mind.”

Trevelyan did not wish to reply. But Maker, she would have to. Eyes crawled over her skin. Whispers inside and out. The other table had fallen silent, too. More seats for the audience.

Flickering, flickering, growing taller. Dorian moved imperceptibly.

The candle went out.

And it was a cough that had extinguished it.

Lady Erridge was coughing—no, choking—violently. In desperation, she patted her chest. A croak was all she could utter from her mouth.

“Boah,” she wheezed, “boah!”

“A bone?” said Samient.

Erridge wagged a finger in her direction.

The Baroness gasped. “She has a bone caught in her throat. Lady Trevelyan, are you trained in healing?”

Trevelyan’s mind sharpened into focus. Yes, yes, she did have training. But—not for this.

Still, she shot up from her seat, and hurried round to Lady Erridge’s side.

“Tilt your head back and open your mouth,” she said. Lady Erridge did exactly as instructed, and Trevelyan peered in. She had hoped it might be caught in her gullet, but Lady Montilyet’s intimate lighting was not designed for a task such as this. “I can’t see it!”

“Take her out to the garden,” Dorian suggested, shooting to his feet. “You’ll have better light there!”

A far more sensible idea than Trevelyan’s plan to conjure a wisp near her face. At once, she took Lady Erridge’s arm and rushed for the garden door. A servant had it open before they even reached it. Trevelyan whispered reassurances the whole way.

They emerged, Erridge continuing to choke. Trevelyan hurried her out of the covered walkway, to where the evening light might give its aid. Her heart thud as loud as the sound of the door closing behind them.

Yet, as she instructed Erridge to lean back once more, Lady Erridge cleared her throat.

“Is it gone?” Trevelyan asked.

“Oh, it was never there!” said Erridge with a smile. “I simply thought you might want to leave, after… what was said.”

Maker. Though not a player of the Great Game, Lady Erridge was a quicker wit and greater actress than they all had given her credit for.

“No, no, I’m all right,” Trevelyan lied.

Lady Erridge shook her head. “But I saw the candles flicker, and you are so good with fire.” She placed a hand on Trevelyan’s arm, her grip steadfast, yet gentle. “Are you certain?”

Trevelyan bit back her smile. The door was shut. They were out. No one would hear them now.

The first tears started to form. “It’s… it’s all right. Nothing… to do with me, I assure you.”

“But terribly distressing, regardless,” Erridge cooed, wiping Trevelyan’s cheek. “Come, here.”

She spread her arms, and welcomed Trevelyan into them. It was perhaps the softest, most soothing embrace Trevelyan had ever felt. If any of her sisters had ever held her, Trevelyan imagined that this is what it might have been like.

Until Lady Erridge muttered, “Maker, that woman was quite the dreadful little puddle of druffalo piss, wasn’t she?”

Trevelyan let out a weepy laugh. “That’s what her outfit reminded me of.”

Erridge began to giggle as well—until the door cracked open. In a mere moment, she split from Trevelyan, and turned her giggles back into coughs. For her part, Trevelyan dried her eyes and prepared to tend to her ‘patient’.

To what seemed only Trevelyan’s surprise, the Commander appeared. And as soon as he had shut the door behind him, Erridge gave up her act.

“Are you all right?” he asked, striding toward them.

“Oh—er, I managed to dislodge the bone, and there is no damage,” Trevelyan lied. “She is well.”

But Lady Erridge whispered to her: “I believe he was asking about you.”

Though Trevelyan was doubtful, the look on the Commander’s face confirmed as much. “Oh,” she breathed. “Well, I’m…”

As she trailed off, Lady Erridge perked. “I think I shall take a turn. All that coughing scratched up my throat! Some fresh air will do.” She looked to Trevelyan, and with intent, said, “If that’s all right with you?”

Trevelyan nodded. “Thank you.”

One last squeeze of her arm, and Lady Erridge slipped away, pretending some fascination with the bushes at the other side of the garden. Trevelyan watched a moment, preparing herself for what was to come next. She returned her gaze to the Commander.

His focus remained on her. Waiting, patiently. Regarding, gently.

“I am sorry you had to find out this way,” he said.

Trevelyan shook her head. “I already knew. It was the talk of Ostwick when I returned. Every party my parents dragged me to—”

She stopped. Poor wording.

“—that I attended, someone would speak of it. The latest gossip.” Acknowleging this fact aloud made her feel quite silly, for the fuss she had caused on this occasion. “Forgive me my reaction, I hadn’t expected to hear of it here.”

“And you shouldn’t have,” said the Commander, resolute in his voice and posture. “You needn’t apologise for this.”

No matter how true his words, there was a still a sense of shame that came with exposing one’s emotions so publicly.

“I had been thinking about it, I suppose,” Trevelyan admitted. “Since I came here...”

She glanced away, spied a bench nearby. The moment her foot took its first step toward it, the Commander followed. Slowly, together, they walked.

“I have spoken to some of the other mages here, that came from Ostwick,” she explained. “They thought I had died at the Conclave, that we all had. Yet no one seems to know who the mages were, who were… who were killed. All they know is that Ostwick Templars killed Ostwick mages.”

Because the First Enchanter had not let anyone know more, save the Knight-Commander. And it was the discovery of this concealment that had decided Ostwick’s fate.

The First Enchanter and Knight-Commander died in the ensuing rebellion. The truth died with them. Or so it was thought.

Trevelyan took her seat on the bench, felt the stone that had warmed in the evening sun. The Commander stood beside her, as if on guard. But he need not have been so alert; the garden was quiet, save for them and Erridge. Peaceful and quiet.

“It was us, wasn’t it? The delegation, to the Conclave.”

The Commander nodded. “I believe so.”

“But if that—if that’s the case, then they think it was our own Templars who..?”

The Commander’s face changed. Calmness and compassion—to confusion. He sank to a knee before her, and searched her eyes for answers.

“What do you mean?”

Tears, stinging, again. Trevelyan looked behind herself, thinking she had felt Lady Erridge’s presence approach. But Erridge was far away, occupied with the flowers. Yet, something… watching, waiting.

She had to clear their names.

“That night,” she began, “we had made camp outside a village, in Ferelden. Though it’s… hard, to remember what, what happened. There are only bits and pieces of it left… I…”

The Commander settled where he knelt, and nodded for her to continue. “It’s all right. Go on.”

“I remember… we had all gone to sleep, but the night watch awoke us. There were people in the trees, surrounding us. Templars, but… not like ours.”

“Red Templars?” the Commander asked, gently.

“I don’t know—I didn’t know what a Red Templar was, then. It was dark—I saw only what the moons and the firelight reflected. They could’ve been, I just…” The struggle to clutch her memories—frayed threads that loosened the harder she held on—summoned forth the tears she was only just keeping down.

“It’s all right,” the Commander reassured her, “it’s all right.”

From his waistcoat he pulled a napkin—clean—and embroidered with leaves that Trevelyan recognised. Same ones as the banquet table. Swiped before he’d left, most likely.

Appreciative of the gesture, she took it, and dabbed her cheeks. “I do recall that our Knight-Lieutenant, Aarden, spoke to them. I think—I think they wanted us. But he refused to hand us over. We had twice as many Templars as mages—it, it was safe. We weren’t doing anything wrong.”

The Templars had disagreed.

“All I remember then is… seeing the sword sticking out of his back.”

The words must have hit the Commander hard, for he bowed his head. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“We stood and fought,” Trevelyan went on, for it was all she knew how to do. “I don’t think we were outnumbered, but—it felt like we were. I remember Lilley—Lilley Brandt was her name, one of our Templars—shouting, ‘protect the mages, protect the mages’.”

She hadn’t shouted for long.

“When the tide turned, they told us to run. They held the line as long as they could but—they couldn’t hold it forever.” A chill ran down Trevelyan’s spine. “And when our Templars were gone, they started following us. Hunting us down. For sport. For amusement. One by one.”

Trevelyan tried not to think of the sounds. The screams. The desperate last spells. The thud of each body.

“It was just me and Floris left.”

But still they came.

“She told me to run. Go to the Conclave, tell them what had happened.” Trevelyan held the cloth to her eyes, as it became too much. “Before I could stop her, she ran. Distracted them. So I could escape.” Her strength gave way, and she sobbed. “The only one.”

“Could she not have survived?” asked the Commander, but Trevelyan shook her head. She knew. “Then she would be glad to know her sacrifice was not in vain.”

“But it was!” Trevelyan wept. “I failed! I failed her. I didn’t reach the Conclave in time, nor Ostwick. If only I had…”

“There was nothing you could’ve done.”

“But there was.”

For even though none of the Ostwick mages seemed to know who had been killed, unlike the exaggerated stories of the Ostwick elite, they all seemed to be sure of the number. Five.

They believed the First Enchanter had concealed these five deaths to protect the Templars of Ostwick. Anything to maintain neutrality. But the First Enchanter knew how many mages he had sent to the Conclave. Six.

“The First Enchanter would have known I wasn’t there,” said Trevelyan, clutching the napkin in her hand. Her knuckles paled. “He could have checked my phylactery; he would have known I was alive. He was not a fool—if those Templars framed our own, he would not have acted without evidence. And he had a living witness. If I had arrived in time… then perhaps—”

She could have told them the truth. No need for concealment. No need to suspect their own. No need to rebel.

There were only estimates of the exact numbers lost when Ostwick Circle was broken. But they were not small. And the guilt of every death, every single one, rested upon Trevelyan’s shoulders. Unbearable, suffocating, weight. She choked on it even now.

“What happened at Ostwick was not your fault,” said the Commander, firm and unerring. “You are not to blame for what those Templars did. You are not to blame for how the First Enchanter and Knight-Commander dealt with it. You did everything you could. This is not your fault.”

Trevelyan shook her head. “But I failed.”

“You didn’t fail. You did as you were asked.” He caught her gaze, held her focus, and told her true: “Your Ladyship, we are the Conclave.”

The magnitude of his words took a moment to be felt. Trevelyan’s mind thought it simply another platitude, at first. But she realised his meaning, as she took in the view of Skyhold around them.

The Inquisition had been forged of the very metals that once made up the Conclave. Though its form was different, what had created it was the same. This fortress was haven. She had finally arrived.

The fresh tears that rolled down her cheeks were of a different kind. That feeling of cold observation, somewhere at her back, warmed. He was right. She was here.

Yet all she could say was, “Oh.”

“You did not fail,” the Commander repeated. Trevelyan, without intending to, nodded.

But if this was the Conclave, then… “If—if I tell you who our Templars were, you could clear their names?”

“If you permit me.”

Trevelyan buckled, a little of the weight slipping from her shoulder. Forcing herself back upright, she told him: “Please, do. But”—she paused—“if everyone from Ostwick finds out, they’ll know the rebellion happened under false pretences.”

The Commander shook his head. “Ostwick was not as stable as it claimed. The First Enchanter was hoping to outlast the war; that the Conclave would provide a solution before the Circle fell. If it wasn’t this…”

“But it was this.”

“Then whether yours or not, Templars were still at fault,” he admitted, “and the First Enchanter still concealed the truth.” He thought on it a moment. “I’ll let the Grand Enchanter know first. She will be able to break the news sensitively.”

Trevelyan nodded.

“It will help if I can send agents to investigate what happened,” he explained. “But only if you will allow it.”

Trevelyan’s mind had already laid down its shovel, tired of digging up this past. But if he wished to take up the tools himself… she would not stop him.

“All right. But—please do not tell me of what you find. Please. Or—at least, ask me, first, before you do.”

“Of course,” he murmured, perfectly gentle. “Do you recall the name of the village?”

“Sudton.”

He recognised it immediately. “Very well. Thank you.” He rose to his feet, and told her: “I promise you, we will do everything we can.”

“Thank you.”

Trevelyan’s eyes drifted to the other side of the garden, where Lady Erridge wandered. The Commander’s movement must have caught her attention, for she glanced over in turn. Meeting her eye, Trevelyan gave a small beckon, which Erridge heeded immediately.

“Are you all righ—oh, Lady Trevelyan!”

Lady Erridge collapsed onto the bench beside Trevelyan, who now realised how red and soaked and puffy her face must have looked. Terribly handsome. Nevertheless, Erridge swept her into her arms:

“Cry onto me all you like. I’ve ruffles enough for a thousand handkerchiefs.”

The Commander told her, “I think it would be best to take Lady Trevelyan to her room.”

“Oh, I can do that!” replied Erridge. “Though I do not know how to get there without going through the hall. And I do not wish any of them to see us.”

“Go through my office,” the Commander instructed. “The guards will let you in. There is a bridge to the library—Lady Trevelyan knows it. You can reach your rooms from there.”

Erridge nodded, rubbing Trevelyan’s back all the while. “Oh, yes, I shall know where to go from there.”

The thought of her room brought Trevelyan no end of comfort. She liked it better than even her room back home. When Erridge stood, Trevelyan took the hand she offered with no reluctance.

The Commander prepared to walk with them, but Lady Erridge stopped him. “Commander, if you could return to the banquet and tell them that it is Lady Trevelyan who has taken me to my room to recover, I think it would help quell any rumour.”

The Commander nodded. “Very well.” But he looked to Trevelyan, gaze lingering on her face. “I… rest well, your Ladyship. I will do as you’ve asked. And—you are safe, in Skyhold. I promise you that.”

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Reluctant, he stepped away, and headed for the hall door. They watched him go, before Lady Erridge linked her arm in Trevelyan’s, and began to lead her off.

“I have a book of recipes, in my room,” she said. “Would you like to look through it with me, and decided which one we shall bake next?”

Trevelyan smiled a watery smile. “That sounds lovely.”

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Mystictober Day 27-- Danger

Content warning: manipulation

You make a break for it by the light of the moon. Getting out of the building is easier than you thought it would be— none of the strange people that you pass seem to pay you any attention, and if they do look in your direction, they don't stop to talk. You haven't been enjoying the game you're testing, and the awkward, cloaked company employees have been giving you the chills since your first day here. Ray seems very nice, but something about this place just rubs you the wrong way. 

As soon as you step outside, you are absolutely certain of your decision— the fresh air hits your face, and it’s like a weight has lifted from your shoulders. You have no idea where this place actually is, considering you came here with a blindfold on, but you figure that if you wander far enough away, eventually you'll come to some kind of road, where you'll find people willing to direct you to the nearest town. That, or you can walk until you have cell service, then use your phone to contact someone who'll be willing to help— maybe you’ll be able to get in touch with a coworker or a friend, even at such a late hour. All you really know is that everything is not as it seems at this game design company, and you are eager to put the entire experience behind you.

As you pass through the garden, your confidence grows— you might get away with this after all. Well, of course you'll get away with it— it's not like you're being held against your will or anything. Ray will understand if you want to seek other opportunities elsewhere, right? What's he gonna do, try and keep you here? Track you down, drag you back, and lock you in your room? No, Ray would never do something like—

You cut yourself off inside your head, pausing to listen to the distinct sound of approaching footsteps. There is no mistaking them— you have been pursued. Why have you been pursued? Surely the employees would be too busy working on their game to bother with the likes of you. You whip around, not sure what to expect, and come face-to-face with Ray. You breathe a sigh of relief— he’ll understand as soon as you explain what’s going on, and then you can be on your way. “MC,” he breathes, rushing over to you. “My prince(ss). There you are. When I came to your room and you weren't there, I thought...”

“Ray,” you bite your lip, avoiding his eyes. You trust Ray to respect your decision to leave, but you still feel bad about disappointing him. When you first arrived at Magenta, he mentioned that if you’d refused to test the game, they would have had to delay its release; by leaving, you’re only making more work for him, not to mention for whoever he selects to test the game once you’re gone.  “I... I've really enjoyed spending time with you. I think you're a great guy, but I have to—”

“MC?” You don't need to look at him to see that he's getting choked up. “You're not trying to leave me, are you?” There’s a note in Ray’s voice that you can’t quite place, something raw and almost feral. All of a sudden, you’re not sure how well you know him, after all. 

“It's not you, it's just…” You try to think of a good way to phrase your complaints. It's not easy; you get the feeling that Ray will take your criticism to heart no matter what you tell him. But he's a reasonable person, right? He'll understand eventually. All you have to do is get through to him, and then you'll be free to go. Maybe he can help you— he was the one who got you transportation here, right? So once you tell him that you're getting creeped out, maybe he can help you leave. He did tell you that he only wants you to be happy, so surely, he would let you go if you were unhappy, right? “I'm feeling a little bit smothered here. and I think... I want to get back to my life. We could keep in touch, of course, but... would you mind calling that car again?”

Now you look up, expecting Ray's warm smile. That is not what you receive. There's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before, though it doesn’t align at all with the strange new quality in his voice. He is looking at you with pure, unadulterated pity. “You don't know what you're saying,” he reaches out, caressing your face with a single gloved finger. For a moment, you wonder if he might be right— after all, you hardly know anything about this place. You don’t exactly have enough information to make an educated decision. “Those liars must have poisoned your mind while I was distracted with my task.” No. You need to get out of here. 

“Ray,” you breathe, trying to remain calm. You know him, right? He's never been anything but nice to you. Surely you must be misunderstanding his intentions. “Could you please give me a ride home?”

“You're already home, my MC,” Ray assures you, pulling you into a gentle embrace. “Let's get you back to your room.” His words are benign enough, but his tone suggests that he has no intention of entertaining any arguments from you. 

“Ray, please.” The alarm bells are ringing in your head. Why doesn't he understand? “Please let me leave this place. I’m not happy— you said you wanted me to be happy, right? So—” 

He places a finger over your lips, effectively shushing your complaints. “Shh, it’s alright, prince(ss). You don’t really think you’d be happy out there, do you? Don’t you remember what it was like before you came here?” 

“I—” You stammer. “But—” 

“I’ll make you happy,” Ray assures you, steering you back in the direction of the castle. “Trust me, my MC. Have I ever lied to you before?” 

It would be so easy to squirm out of his grip. You could make a break for it, and you doubt Ray could catch you, not operating on as little sleep as he is. You could run through the wilderness surrounding Magenta, hike up and down a couple mountains, and leave him here forever. That would certainly be the smart thing to do in a situation like this— after all, Ray is blatantly disrespecting your wish to be free of this place. But you don’t have the guts to walk out on him like that. After all, you trust him don’t you? Don’t you?

“Everything is going to be alright,” Ray fills your mind with pleasantries, and before you know it, you’re back at the door to the castle. “You don’t really want to walk outside in the cold, do you? I’ll take you back to your room and bring you some hot chocolate, okay, my prince(ss)?” 

Hot chocolate does sound nice, you decide— certainly better than fumbling around in the dark for a road that will take you who-knows-where. At least when you’re with Ray, you know that you’ll be taken care of. “Okay,” you breathe, returning to Magenta of your own volition as Ray holds the door for you. 

[hoardlikegoldenirises]

whoa, hey, finally finished this lol — Advanced material suits for Scratch (Seth), Electrojet (Annie) and Geckonyx (Naomi).

i considered whether grouping multiple sets together would be a good idea (i don't even have the other ones drawn, though, just these three) but I think i'll just do them three at a time...

closeups:

Scratch v2:

I designed this one a little while ago actually, and you can see the original sketch for it (here). I don't know that I've ever necessarily said what Seth's powers are but the short version is: they have spiritfire powers. soulfire. life force. what have you. thus the little "is suit fireproof? idk lol" note — incorporeal fire does not burn corporeal materials, so Seth doesn't need to be fireproof technically. This flame only burns psychically. or... psionically... or whatever. ow, my emotional turmoil!

eventually i wanna doodle some stuff showing some of their less obvious powers... (ability to see souls...)

Anyway, sleek horned helmet etc. Taking my original sketch and trying to figure out what in the fuck was happening in the grille was challenging but I really like how it turned out, personally.

The whole suit I wanted to like... both make it significantly smoother and sleeker while also having hints of like, Seth's experience with hand-to-hand combat, so I ended up reinforcing the knuckles and fingers instead of the big padded kind. Like it's probably got some kind of gel lining or something inside that fancy science mumbo-jumbo exterior, but idk what 😂

And I wanted to do a nice gradient of pastel colors esp since their flames are like, a mood ring and change color based on emotional states so... it seemed nice. yellow on the knuckles to match the yellow on the shoes at the end of the gradient and ofc a fire color. i tried some other colors but it didn't look as good.

see, shoes. the stripe twisting up from their heel like a curling flame or wisp of smoke perhaps... some nice thin flexible sport shoes but still with some toe protection... and some lugs i bullshitted for traction LOL

the back is pretty simple.

Electrojet:

Here's Annie. Her homemade costume is pretty bulky and not very stylish, because she is a very practical person, so for the advanced suit aka the more "superhero-y" approach, I tried to balance the practicality with a more sporty and sleek, stylish aesthetic that still communicated the kind of aviator look she has going.

This helmet is also like. Not even a little bit secret identity-friendly, now that I think about it... but there's a chance she doesn't have one after a certain point... idk...

I figure the advanced suits also have very advanced insulation so I don't think she has to worry about getting cold even in just the skintight jumpsuit but I wanted to include the jacket cause I thought it would look nice. so she can take it off and go without, or have that extra bit of protection.

idk why the circle though. i think annie maybe just isn't very good at "branding."

Annie works for NASA (as an astronaut) and she was in the ISS when she got blasted, so her powers are like... a little more aurora themed. flight with ionized trails, usually blue-white but can be more colorful depending on like... altitude... atmospheric composition... etc. oh also she has electrical powers and the ability to magnetize and degauss things including herself (but she's no magneto lol). capable of mach-1 but really anything over 600 mph is dangerous for her.

She gets a snoopy cap cause, again, astronaut. idk who she's communicating with as Electrojet but it's part of the aesthetic lol... I doubt the microphones work particulary well when she's going like... 500 mph... I guess I COULD have given her a full-face visor but eh, in the spirit of superheroes: *handwaves* it's whatever.

Also in the spirit of superheroes is giving her a very obvious choking/neck-breaking hazard but I just thought the long aviator scarf would look nice if she's flying. what is a scarf but a really skinny cape that's wrapped directly around your neck.

anyway if i'm running w/ the magical girl transformation thing for everyone (which is me saying: "i don't want to think about how anyone stores their costumes") it doesn't matter that much cause it can just dissolve if it gets caught.

shoes. i will be honest. these are just carhartts with some minor modifications LOL (and a completely made-up hybrid sneaker sole) — does she REALLY need boots in this fancy suit when all her powers are things like flight and electricity? probably not, but, you know, the aesthetic.

Geckonyx:

Okay I already made an Entire Separate Post for Naomi since I designed like five costumes for her, so if you want to read all about those you can do so: here.

tl;dr: Geckonyx is a wallcrawler and now also has a poison touch, and her costume is very sparkly. Oh, and carbon nanotubes.

I also updated the OG post in a couple of spots cause as you can see I added a tiny bit of texture to the green fabric of this costume.

helmet vs. mask, full glove vs. fingerless, etc.

[matchibee]

A Web of Their Own Design (pt. 7)

this is my fav installment simply bc of the dialogue at the beginning

Hobie had crashed at your place for the evening, a nice change of pace considering how quickly everything had seemed to progress recently. The two of you had slept on opposite sides of your bed, his socked-feet hanging off the edge, your head bumping against his ankles. It’d been entirely uncomfortable, maneuvering yourselves to fit properly, the idea of being along for the evening a terrifying thought for either one of you.

Yet, despite its discomfort, it was the best you’d slept in quite some time — a light at the end of the tunnel. The beginning of the rest of your life.

“Miguel doesn’t have much trust for me, doesn’t care much, either,” Hobie was fiddling with a mug of coffee you’d made him, looking to it with speculation, considering whether or not he intended on ingesting the beverage. “But you’re new, fresh. He doesn’t know much about you besides the fact that you’re you.”

“That’s meant to be good?” You took an apprehensive sip of your own beverage.

“It’s nothing short of perfection!” His words were laced with excitement, spinning around in the chair he’d swiped from your desk — didn’t believe in proper seating, especially not loveseats.

You hummed, waiting for Hobie to continue. You had no doubt he’d continue.

“You’re gonna persuade Miguel to tell you everything we need to know.”

“Hobie!” You choked on your beverage, “I’m not like that!”

“No!” Hobie stood, “No!” He plopped his mug against the marble island, “No!” He sprinted to you, shaking your shoulders, the contents of your drink spilling against the carpet — you’re making him clean that. “I don’t mean it like that! Get your head out the gutter!” A swat of his palm against your cranium.

“Well my bad!”

“Make friends, man! Play nice, earn his trust! Not everything is about—“ Hobie feigned a gag, “Indecency.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing one leg over the other, still dressed in your pajamas. “I can make friends, I suppose.”

“Great!” A few clicks at the buttons fashioned to his watch and a portal had produced itself in the center of your living. “We’re testing that theory.”

“Right now?!”

“No time like the present, yeah?”

Hobie was going to be the death of you.

Miguel was broody, as expect. A man who wasn’t keen on conversation, absorbed with his work. You hadn’t the slightest idea how to approach him, form a friendship. He was as elusive as they came, a man stricken by tragedy, a lost cause.

In his eyes you saw despair, in hollowed cheeks you saw isolation. In a sculpted back you saw…

Well it didn’t matter what you saw.

Right now, all that mattered was that you make progress. What better way to make progress than to appeal to the one thing you knew he favored?

His place in the multiverse, it’s protector, maintenance.

“What do you need?” Miguel spoke to you rather dismissively, eyes never turning to gaze upon you as he manipulated the various screens before him — texts, images, videos — you could hardly get a glimpse of anything before it was confined to oblivion once more.

If you wanted to get your information, his computer had to be the perfect entryway.

“I was wondering if you had anymore assignments for me?”

“Assignments?” Miguel spoke with confusion, skepticism. “Lyla informed me that you were in a state of gr—“

“I just--!” You didn’t want to be reminded, didn’t want to admit it was entirely possible everyone in the facility had known of what occurred. You didn’t want to believe the way they regarded you was with remorse, empathetic of what you’d gone through, having gone through it themselves. “I want something to take my mind off things… Something to help clear up any loose ends in my brain.”

Miguel had willed the orange tincture of his screens away, standing to his full height, approaching you wordlessly. Upon his arrival your throat clenched, realizing how absurdly endowed he was in terms of height. The multiverse had truly taken its time with his creation. “This isn’t a game, toñto.”

“I really wish i paid more attention in class.”

“Better for me, I suppose,” Miguel was circling you, entrapping you within a web of his own creation, reminding you of your vulnerability, where you stood parallel to his position. “I can’t send you out knowing you’re not well.”

“You make it sound like I’m contaminated.”

“I don’t mean,” Miguel bit his tongue, rephrasing, “I can’t risk putting you out on a mission with your mind clouded by…”

“Yeah,” You sighed a defeated gesture, “I understand.” What were you going to tell Hobie? You supposed he’s have you try again, another attempt at your endgame.

“Miguel!” The voice of Lyla piped up just as you admitted defeat, the man suddenly piqued to the AI at his shoulder, the contortion of his features reflecting annoyance.

“What is it, Lyla?” His gaze still wandered along your frame, stance suddenly unsure as you held yourself close, feeling as though you were nothing more than a fleeting thought hardly condemned to memory.

“An anomaly has been detected on Earth-65. Typically I wouldn’t recommend dispatching you but…” Lyla’s eyes trailed to your form just a few feet away, unsure if your conversation with Miguel had concluded.

“I understand.” Miguel waved her off, the AI powering away, the man’s gaze trained to you — your eyes expectant, hoping he’d allow you to tag along. “I’m sure Lyla can find something for you to do.”

With those parting words, he was gone. As cold as ever. Never a fault in his personality, the web he’d wrapped around himself impenetrable.

A shame. You figured this wouldn’t be an easy mission, far from it. His form retreated from his office, leaving you to stand alone, eyes suddenly lingering upon his myriad of technology littered above you.

It would be so easy. So incredibly easy to simply.

No.

There were too many factors, far too many possibilities that stood between success and failure — the potential of being caught weighing heavy in your mind, perhaps a test of loyalty leaving you alone in his office.

You departed, lowering into the main hall of the Society, a particularly empty day considering the time — sun having set long ago, Hobie hyping you up for hours, telling you this was in the bag, only to be called for a mission himself.

‘Bullocks,’ He’d mumbled as he festered through the portal, ‘You got this, man!”

You, in fact, never had it.

Perhaps it’d be an inviting opportunity to visit some of the society’s many sights. They’d done well in curating it to the needs of the various Spiders inhabiting the facility, strength training, leisure, and a cafeteria piled high with the collective favored delicacies of the society.

Something growled within you as you sauntered past the double doors of deliciousness, the scent of freshly cooked meals wafting through you sinuses.

It’d been a while since you’d had a proper meal, hadn’t it? Hobie was away on a mission, and you’d failed your only task.

Suppose a celebration was in order.

A practically empty cafeteria save the presence of a few bodies — cowboy, popsicle...

Jess.

The Spider-Woman was seated on her lonesome, scrolling through something on her mobile device with intermitten bites of the food placed before her.

She was close to Miguel, wasn't she? Surely there was something you could get out her.

Grabbing haphazardly at the food lined in rows upon rows, you darted to her table, a feigned smile plastered upon your pretty face as you approached her.

"Is this seat taken?" You were hesitant, her unglassed eyes suddenly turning away from her phone, trained on you.

She surveyed the various tables, plenty of room within the vicinity, yet you'd chosen to make her acquaintance. Interesting. "If none of the other tables are to your liking, I guess I don't mind."

Nerves seated themselves deeply within you, nodding your head in thanks, tray of spider-themed delicaies -- you'd only just realized this —sprawled out in front of you.

Spider-Man had an orange juice?

"How are you likin' it so far?" Jess questioned, taking a sip from her spider-themed soft drink.

"Liking what, exactly?" You questioned, confused, guilty. Did she know something you hadn't? Perhaps Hobie had set you up, gave you away.

No, you shook the thought from your head. No way in hell he'd pull something like that, not after everything he'd done for you.

"Society, your place here," Jess was quick to clarify. "Have you at least been semi-enjoying it? Even if you're..."

There it was again. That extension of pity everyone seemed to believe you were entitled to, not wasting a beat in bringing up memories you wished so desperately to repress, move away from. You'd far from spoken your piece to Aubrey, hadn't fully recovered from your role in Alador's death, but that didn't mean you had to allow it to weigh on you at every waking moment.

That was reserved for nights of solitude, curled up in your bedroom, convincing yourself you could still hear their late-night shenanigans — Alador's gaming and noises of frustration as noise cancellation headphones hindered his hearing, Aubrey's death metal blaring from a set of speakers.

It was a wonder they'd noticed your disappearances as you slipped out into the evening, shenanigans of your own, a persona to maintain.

"I'm fine," You cut Jess off just as you'd done to everyone else previously. You didn't require their sympathy, didn't need to be reminded every forty-two seconds. "Admittedly, I haven't gone on many missions. I've mostly been tending to my own universe."

Jess hummed, "Yeah, that's typically how it is. You'll be doing that until you prove yourself to Miguel, make him realize you're a valuable member — someone he can depend on."

So he favored loyalty, reliability.

Shocking.

"Do you think..." You paused, contemplating what to say, always needing to be careful with how you extended yoru words. "Do you think you'd be willing to teach me how all this works?"

She would've refused Hobie, downright knocked him on ass. Perhaps it'd be different with you.

"Hobie not teaching you enough?"

You cursed inwardly, doing your best to keep the noise maintained.

"He's been great!" You became defensive, nervous. "I just thought it'd be better to get some lessons from someone more attuned to this work, not just a go-with-the-flow Spider like Hobie...?"

You were lying through your teeth, Jess could see it.

"Stop," She laughed, shaking her head, "I know what you're doing, Spider."

"Y-You do?"

Shit. There goes any chances you and Hobie had of finding the source of these anomalies, where supposed deceit ran deep.

"Of course I do. You think I don't deal with this shit all the time?"

Fuck, there it was.

"Hobie is intimidating you."

"W-What?"

Relief washed over you, every anxiety you'd previously experienced dissipating in a mere instant.

"He's like that, y'know. An odd one but... I don't know why Miguel keeps him around, honestly. I guess as a formality?"

You hummed, shaking reaching for your beverage, needing to do something with your hands before you combusted into a bundle of webs. "He's a character..."

"Tell me about it."

Jess' watched buzzed to life, the hologram of Lyla greeting her in a flash, turning to in the midst of her regard of Spider-Woman. "Oh! We could use you too!"

You quirked a brow, confused.

"Miguel is requesting backup, an anomaly really giving him a run for his and the local spider's money. I'll relay your correspondence." With such few words, Lyla slipped back where she'd first appeared, leaving you at a loss for time, for consideration.

Jess nodded her head, not hesitating for a second, always willing to tussle with a villain despite her condition — she was doing it for her family, stability, the prospect towards a better life.

Why were you doing this?

Jess stood, stretching, the intricacies of her costume moving alongside her, obeying her every whim. She tapped the destination into her watch, a portal manifesting before her as though it was nothing more than a typical occurrence — you'd never get used to that. "Coming, Spider?"

"Coming."

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[lillxart]

The Differences between on how Ondolemar and Hi'rem treat the DB

Since I'm in an Ondolemar mood and taking a very brief break on my Taliesin fanfiction-- I'm writing the differences my Thalmor Lieutenant Hi'rem and our favorite Justiciar Ondolemar treat Snow White. Since they're both sadistic towards her, I thought about highlighting the slight differences for my own writing purposes. This isn't all the differences, but it's just what's coming out of my brain at 6AM

Mentions of abuse (kind of?) and NSFW content below.

Making her cry Hi'rem is the kind of elf who would force certain emotions out of Snow White whether she likes it or not, anything he can do to get her to cry he'll do. Hi'rem enjoys it when she falls apart, so he can put her back together himself.

Ondolemar would never force emotions out of her she doesn't want to experience. He's very good at monitoring when something is getting too intense, even if she herself doesn't realize she's at her breaking point.

2. Humiliating her

Hi'rem enjoys throwing up anything Snow White doesn't like about herself to her face, watching the layers she's built around herself peel away one by one. He can tell when she's anxious and her mind goes into chaos, and he enjoys throwing her into disarray so he can numb her out.

Ondolemar enjoys humiliating her in sexual circumstances more than social. While Hi'rem would never break Snow White down in front of other people, Ondolemar often entertains the idea of parading the Dragonborn around on a leash, showing others that she belongs to him. This specific fantasy mellows out with time, but he still enjoys watching her on her knees for him.

3. Dinner dates!

Hi'rem would be the type of guy to invite the DB to a fancy dinner, set up the table and try to act like the perfect gentlemen and treat her like something special until she gave a social cue that she was 'in the mood' then he'd kick her to the ground and take the wine bottle and pour it all over her, calling her nothing and asking for 'repayment' for the evening.

Ondolemar wouldn't know how to cook anything she'd like. His cooking skills are wildly out of touch considering he's used to having meals provided for him. Snow White would invite him over, and she'd offer they cook something together so he can feel like he contributed. Ondolemar would eagerly agree, although not without some shenanigans. They'd enjoy a pleasant evening together in each other's company.

4. Pet names!

Hi'rem thinks of Snow White like a pet for a long while in their relationship, his designated name for her 'Snowkitten'

Ondolemar calls Snow White 'pet' plenty of times but doesn't actually view her as one. His designated nickname for her is 'Snowflake'

5. Communication!

Hi'rem communicates with Snow White best he can, but sometimes he takes her emotions into his own hands. While he tries to fight it, Hi'rem still thinks Snow White is too emotionally immature to handle herself. There will be times where he takes the lead 'for her own sake'.

Ondolemar often communicates with Snow White openly, whether it be about the state of their relationship or the intimate activities they have together.

6. Pain!

Hi'rem enjoys hurting Snow White physically a lot, loves everything about the way he can scar her up and make her bleed. He loves it when she fights back and she's a pure ball of aggression. However, there have been times where he's actually shocked how far she'll let him take it, and often backs off because he doesn't want to truly damage her. But he's quite extensive on the methods he uses. Knives, magic, choking, even mutilation.

Ondolemar loves pushing Snow White to her limits, and like Hi'rem tries to get a sense when its too much for her so he can teach her how to communicate better when she's overwhelmed. But he's more tame in the ways he hurts her. More typical BDSM stuff with some Thalmor flavor. He'd never put a knife to her skin and never choke her either (too afraid he'd kill her).

7. Substances use

Hi'rem is very fascinated with Snow White's drug resistance as a hagraven, so he occasionally tries to drug her to see how she'll react and even get her aroused.

Odolemar would never drug her, viewing it as completely inappropriate and a breach of her right to consent, as well as impractical. She's resistant to almost everything, so there'd be no point.

8. Aftercare!

Hi'rem takes very good care of Snow White after he's broken her down. Petting, letting her cry in his arms, holding her close, feeding her food, wrapping her in warm blankets and sitting with her in a dark room. Whispering to her sweetly that it's ok she's messed up, ok she's broken, and that she doesn't have to pretend with him.

Ondolemar is equally as good at aftercare, doing many of the same physical methods Hi'rem does. Though instead of mentioning how broken and confused she feels, he talks about how good she is, how much he loves her, how there's nothing wrong with the way she is and that it's ok she's a little slow. It's not her fault, and she's still strong and intelligent in spite of it.

So there! Some differences on how these two sadists treat the dragonborn. I'm sure there's a clear difference on which relationship is healthier XD not that Snow White can tell the difference between a healthy relationship and a non-healthy relationship (at least not in the time frame where this takes place). Yay! word vomit over, :> back to writing!