#i will do a recs list next i swear

[remnostrum]

some of my favorite things to see in steddie fics (or headcanons i personally have):

note: they don't all exist in the same universe

Steve being really good at one thing that nobody expects him to be good at.

Hard of hearing Steve

Eddie delving deeper into his artsy side, may it be drawing more specific portraits, doodling, painting D&D minis, or even tattooing.

Eddie having a hate boner for Steve Harrington pre-season 4, and proceeding to have a hate crush on him for the duration of Steve's time in high school.

Steve being close to Holly Wheeler because he's probably the most affectionate person in the Wheeler household every time he visits besides Karen.

In relation to the previous bullet, Steve generally being more affectionate (read: touch starved) with others because he grew up with barely any affection at all.

(not popular but something i want to see:) Eddie probably entertains some of the kids in the trailer park with stories because it's something he would've wanted as a kid.

Confident Steve flirting with Eddie, post-bisexual awakening. Additionally, Eddie being a flustered mess and not knowing what to do. Also known as, Eddie flirting up a storm and when Steve flirts back, he proceeds to stutter and trip over himself.

Eddie making time to learn about Steve's interests because Steve tries hard to learn his.

Hairdresser or Baker/Cook Steve! I think it's just neat to see him be good at something.

Eddie not being a music snob. Like, yes, he's a huge metalhead and he will always have strong opinions about what he thinks is the best, but he doesn't shun any other opinions because why should he? To each their own.

Eddie realizing that what he did to Lucas was a shitty thing when his basketball game and Hellfire Night landed on the same day and making it up to him.

Anytime Steve tries to play Dungeons & Dragons is my favorite.

Steve knowing he's bisexual long ago but never telling anyone until they find out on their own.

FAKE DATING AUs !! Also anything tagged with Idiots to Lovers.

Domestic steddie slow dancing in the kitchen, listening to love songs on the radio. Existing and not thinking too much.

Steve and Eddie getting high

Steve helping Eddie study for his finals. No, he's not as smart as Nancy Wheeler, but he tries to learn other ways for Eddie to remember what he needs to study.

Teacher Steve x Rockstar Eddie AUs are amazing. But besides the usual "I didn't know you were married to a rockstar, Mr. Harrington!" trope, I like the idea of the entire world finding out famous musician Eddie Munson bends to the will of a man who wears sweater vests to work unironically.

The fics where Steve is either a professor/teacher, a guidance counselor, or a child psychologist are all what I want in life.

Steve hanging out with Max and Dustin (specifically, but not limited to). The Party becoming overprotective of him because he's sacrificed too much for them.

STEVE AND JONATHAN FRIENDSHIP. I always see people talk about Jonathan and Eddie being weed buddies, but you guys need to see the purity of Steve and Jonathan finally being friends. I'd like to see them get over their differences and hang out unironically.

If it isn't obvious yet, I'm a sucker for any tropes that means everyone will be freaked out by Steve in any shape or form (his hobbies, his friends, etc.)

Eddie "dating" someone to make Steve jealous. (It is up to you whether or not Steve does something about it. For whump material, I like torturing myself by thinking that Steve would get jealous but doesn't do anything about it because he thinks he's not the better choice.)

FOR ANGST: any fic where Steve sacrificed too much of himself and Eddie being angry at the world yet waiting on Steve. Whether it be a coma fic or some other one where he gets a major injury, it's all good.

Time loop fics where Steve falls in love little by little but Eddie has been in love with him all throughout. Those moments where he shouldn't know that Steve is reliving the same day over and over, but with one look, Eddie can notice how different he still is despite wearing the same clothes as before.

And lastly, Steve obsessing over one specific detail about Eddie. (His lips, how he plays with his hair, his rings, maybe even something nsfw lmao, etc.) With how affectionate and clingy he really is as a boyfriend, I can only imagine he's the type of guy who latches onto one specific thing that he thinks is extremely cute (or a turn on) and can't get it out of his mind. Whenever he does something about it, Eddie is confused but lets him. It's like they have their own telepathic communication that understands what the other wants.

I'll probably add more to this list to keep track. But here's some of the things I absolutely love to see in steddie fics. Some of them are personal ideas and headcanons. I'm a sucker for self-sacrifice.

[quietwingsinthesky]

unfortunately i unironically enjoy stupid my little pony horror stories why am i like this

[greyeyedmonster-18]

(also, before i disappear, the world is round. i can be reading jily while actively writing smutty james/remus (it's so smutty, endless railing, terrible dirty talk, we love to see it). i can draw jily while reading jegulus or wolfstarbucks. you know the four corners of the united states? i am there. touching all the things.

if it is well-written enough, and the characterization is solid and doesn't do james dirty (for every three fics i rec, i can guarantee you there is about 30 more that i read and put on a shit-list, i am particular), and doesn't make lily a mere vessel for children, or a shrew, i will read it.)

[mint-yooxgi]

{14} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour, Smut

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Seonghwa near the end, Slight Hongjoong)

Words: 16,125

Warnings: Brief mentions of anxiety and PTSD (not OC), mentions of blood, weapons. Smut: Oral (m. rec.), subby!Hwa, minor knife play and begging, I think that's it. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I'm glad I split this into two parts. I knew it was going to be long! And boy oh boy, who's excited for the next chapter? I'm excited for the next chapter! iykyk ;)) As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen

There’s an eager spring to your step as Yeosang leads you over to a side door, of which he’s just made materialize in front of your eyes. Not even the grumbling of the other seven males behind you can bring down your mood, excitement coursing through your veins as he opens the door, holding it open for you to step through in the next second.

“I’m still not used to you all being able to do that.” You comment, smiling at Yeosang in thanks as you step into the new room.

It’s a bit dark, so you can’t quite see much, but you can feel them all stepping in behind you.

“It’s great for hiding things in plain sight.” San comments, attempting to step in beside you, only for Yeosang to take his place in an instant.

“I can imagine- holy shit!” The moment the lights come on, you’re greeted by a room full of bows and arrows of various shapes and sizes.

Your jaw drops, eyes going wide as you take in the grand space before you. It’s a simple room in all aspects, square in design with mounts and racks to hold all of the various weapons that you can just tell all belong to Yeosang. Not that you would doubt that for even a minute.

Softly, you hear the sound of the door shutting behind you.

Pure excitement thrums through your veins, your body practically vibrating as you take in the space around you. Still, you keep your distance, not wanting to touch anything and risk damaging or breaking any of the various weapons lining the room. The urge to touch everything in sight is quite strong, and you cannot help the way your fingers twitch, almost subconsciously, at your sides.

“Go ahead, Dearest,” Yeosang smiles gently at you, a small nod to his head. “Don’t hold back.”

You do not need to be told twice.

Almost as soon as the words have left his mouth, you’re zipping over to the wall in front of you and inspecting all the different styles of bows. There’s a giddiness to your movements as you look over some more traditional, simplistic bows made of various materials such as metal and wood, to more intricately designed ones. Each weapon varies in colour, some curving in a singular arch, while others curve like stereotypical ‘m’ shaped birds in children’s drawings. Even the strings vary in colour, some being a pure white, while others are a dark red.

One bow in particular catches your eyes, and before you realize what you’re doing, you reach out to it. However, before you can so much as lay a single finger on the intricate carvings, you catch yourself.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, you retract your hand.

A low chuckle sounds right behind you.

“It’s okay, Dearest,” Yeosang steps up to you, pressing himself against your back so that he can lean into you. His breath ghosts over the shell of your ear as his hands settle against your waist. “What’s mine is yours.”

A shiver caresses your spine, and you can practically feel him smirk against the skin of your neck.

“I just don’t want to damage anything,” you mutter, still unsure of if you should reach out and touch the gorgeous bow resting before you.

“Believe us, Darling,” Jongho comments, and you can just hear the affectionate smile that he wears in his voice as he speaks. “You don’t have to worry about damaging anything. Our weapons are made with the strongest materials available to us. You couldn’t put a scratch on them, even if you tried.”

“Not to mention the magic we imbue them with for extra protection,” Yunho hums.

Understanding flashes across your features, nodding your head almost subconsciously. Still, your eyes briefly dart over to Yeosang one last time, who’s head rests just beside your own. As soon as you see him smile and nod, you take that intricately carved bow into your hands.

Vines appear to wrap themselves around the shaft of the bow, leaves branching out in intricate designs over the wood. The string is a solid white, while the colour of the bow itself is an almost faded grey, appearing a misty green in the light. It’s not very heavy by any means, but just from merely looking at the bow, you can tell that it’s strong.

Carefully, your fingers trace over the carvings, nothing but pure wonder shining in your eyes. “Did you carve this yourself?”

You feel Yeosang nod against your shoulder, and your lips part in awe as a low gasp escapes you.

“Wow.”

“We make all of our own weapons, My Divine.” Seonghwa makes sure to keep his tone soft as he informs you of this, not wanting to disturb the moment that’s settled around you all. “Have been since the beginning.”

“That’s incredible.” You breathe out, turning to face the other seven males with that bow still in your hands. “You’re all incredible!”

The way they all smile shyly in response says it all.

“Seriously, is there anything you all can’t do?” You turn your attention back to the bow in your hands, heart thundering as you stroke a hand down the shaft of the bow.

Mingi’s lips part in response, but at the quick jab of San’s elbow to his ribs, he’s closing it.

You quirk a brow in amusement, not needing to be able to read his mind to know he was about to remind you all that he can’t cook once again.

Sparing another glance around the room, your eyes catch on another intricately carved bow. Another gasp is escaping your lips as you waddle over to it excitedly, noticing how the two tips seem to be shaped like serpents which appear to intertwine intricately with one another to make the body of the bow.

“Literally, these are so beautiful.” You say, eyes scanning over every detail that you can.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, My Dear,” Yeosang chuckles, his one hand settling onto the small of your back as you walk around the room.

“This is one of the best days of my life,” you reply honestly, walking over to the wall of arrows across from you.

In no time at all, Yeosang launches into an explanation of all the different types of arrows he uses. The majority, he’s made himself, while others have been a collaboration between him and his brothers. Wooyoung more than happily chimes in when the different poison arrows are mentioned, the two of them detailing how each poison is administered depending on the arrow. Some are injected through the shaft, while other arrows are coated in the poison which gets administered through point of contact.

The whole time, you listen intently. Your eyes never lose that shine of wonder, lips pulling upwards in a radiant smile as they all observe you taking this all in. The fact that you appear so interested, and ecstatic to learn about all of this is making their hearts sing, and their souls come alight.

Finally, they can share this with you, too.

“So,” you turn back to Yeosang after he’s finished describing how his shattering arrows work. “Which one is your favourite?”

The way his eyes light up even further at your inquiry says it all.

“Design wise,” immediately, he’s pointing at the bow carved to resemble those two intertwined snakes. “Functionality, though, is a different story.”

Leading you back over to the main wall that you had grabbed the intricately carved bow with the vines from, he’s quick to grab another off of a hook. It’s quite simplistic in design, smooth black edges greeting your vision. The bow appears to be made out of some sort of thin metal, the edges sharp in the light of the room.

Ever so carefully, Yeosang trades the bow in your hand which you have yet to let go of with this new one. He’s quick to place the wooden one back on the wall as you marvel at how light this new bow is, holding it in the air slightly beside your head.

“The edges can cut through steel.” He comments casually.

“More like anything that you can imagine.” San chuckles, crossing his arms lightly.

Anticipation claws at his chest. Really, anticipation claws at all of their chests. If this is how you’re reacting to Yeosang’s weapons, then they each cannot wait for you to see their own collections. The wonder and awe alone is enough to satiate their original burning jealousy that had arisen at the fact that it was Yeosang who managed to both get you to use his weapon with him first, as well as show you his collection.

“What’s it made out of?” You ask, nothing but curiosity to your tone as you inspect the bow. You know better than to run your fingers along the sharp edges, but that does not stop you from turning it over slightly in your hands while gripping the handle.

“It’s a special kind of metal found only in our realm.” Mingi tells you. “Most of our weapons are made out of it, since it’s the lightest material we have, while also being the most durable.”

“So, it’s like vibranium from the marvel universe?” You quirk a brow at all of them, somewhat knowingly.

“You could say that.” Seonghwa chuckles, nodding his head lightly in response to your words.

“We call it Sage Metal,” Hongjoong says. “It’s the only thing strong enough to cut itself.”

“Wow,” you repeat your awe filled exhalation from earlier. “Can it be worked like any other metal, or is there a special process you have to use while forging it?”

“It can be worked like any other metal.” Seonghwa confirms, a sort of pride shining in his eyes as he watches you with a smile. “It’s got an insanely high boiling point though, so San and Mingi have the easiest time out of all of us working with it.”

At this, your brow quirks.

“We each have materials we work best with.” Mingi shrugs. “Just like we have preferred weapons we like to use.”

“That’s really cool!” You say, handing Yeosang back his bow.

“You should have seen the amount of times our workshops caught fire in the early days.” San jokes, the slightest of upturns to the corner of his lips. “Good thing we’re quick learners.”

“Yeah, that, and you didn’t want to singe all of your hair off again.” Wooyoung laughs, leading to him soon being chased around the small space by the elder male.

You laugh, “I take it that that happened more than once?”

“To all of us.” Seonghwa confirms, voice suddenly a bit strained as he seems to be recalling the memories right this very instant. Subconsciously, he runs his fingers through his hair. “Multiple times.”

A snort of laughter escapes you this time, and you quickly slap a hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles.

Amused quirks of their brows greet you in response, and you find yourself waving your free hand in front of yourself. “Sorry, sorry. It’s just really funny to imagine. I like knowing you guys weren’t always this composed.”

This time, it’s Wooyoung’s turn to snort out a laugh, “Angel, when have you ever known us to be composed around you?”

You take a moment to consider his words, even going so far as to lift a finger in protest as your lips part. Then, you’re nodding, eyebrows raising in agreement, “A good point.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jongho rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as a huff escapes him.

You simply quirk a brow in amusement at him, your one hand coming up to rub almost teasingly at the side of your neck where he bit you all those weeks ago.

Subtly, red begins to creep up his neck.

“Right, well,” he clears his throat, “Shall we move on to the next room?”

A few side-eyed looks are sent the youngest’s way in response, and you swear you see both Mingi’s and Hongjoong’s eyes flash black for the briefest of moments. However, before you can think too much on it, San is practically grabbing your hand and dragging you away from Yeosang. All too eagerly, the younger male leads you back over to the door you entered into the room from. A second later, he’s opening it and guiding you through.

Your eyes immediately light up at seeing all of the different spears, tridents, and javelins lining the walls, amongst other pole based weapons. Again, they’re all made form a range of materials in a variety of colours, and each design manages to take your breath away.

“Go wild,” San leans in to whisper in your ear, just as you hear the door fall shut behind you.

A large, giddy smile pulls onto your lips as you immediately race over to the one wall. There’s a specific spear that’s caught your eye, and the closer you get to the tip, the more detail work you can see carved into it. There seems to be a pattern of sorts etched into the metal, unfamiliar to you with all its swirls and shapes, but beautiful nonetheless.

The entire room is silent as you stand there, observing the intricate detailing of the spear’s tip. Each male watches you fondly, enjoying this moment for as long as they possibly can. Seeing your wonder and marvel at all of the designs makes their hearts race, and knowing that you’re enjoying yourself currently means the world to each and every single one of them.

Finally, you begin to move around the room, San right beside you the whole time.

“I feel like I’m in an art museum or something.” You admit lowly, voice airy and full of awe.

“Well, designing and forging weapons is simply another form of art.” Yunho nods his agreement.

“And you’ve all been making these your whole lives?” You turn to glance at the others from over your shoulder.

Small nods of confirmation greet you in response, subtle smiles pulling at all of their features.

“It’s why we take such great lengths to store them.” Yeosang adds. “Only we can access these rooms, for they are intricately linked, and can only be entered through this one door.”

Nothing but awe shines in your eyes as your lips part. A breathless ‘wow’ escapes you once more, turning lightly in a circle as you take in the whole room.

“Then, there are eight rooms?” You turn back to face them.

“Eight main ones, yes.” San says. “We have many storage rooms, and way too many weapons we no longer use.”

“That’s not to mention each of our own forges which are connected to our storehouses.” Seonghwa comments casually, leaning against the wall right beside the door.

“So, the rooms are almost like a labyrinth of sorts?” You tilt your head slightly in inquiry.

“You could say that.” Hongjoong chuckles. “It’s more of individual blocks of rooms floating in limbo within our domain until we summon the rooms to this door.”

“Ah,” you nod slowly in understanding. “I see.” The corner of your lips quirk upwards. “That’s still really cool.”

Little do you see the small, bashful smiles that tug at their features as you look away for the moment.

Turning back to face the tridents, you take in the various styles lining the wall. Some are placed vertically, while others sit horizontally, displaying the many pikes on each.

Two in particular - one silver with five prongs, and one gold with three prongs - catch your eye. Both are shiny, appearing as if they might be the newest to his collection as they are displayed side by side on a slight angle. It’s as if he purposely hung them like this; to emphasize the set they seem to make together. They’re quite familiar, and as you get closer, you realize why.

The silver one is a perfect replica of Queen Atlanna’s trident from the Aquaman film, while the gold is a perfect replica of Arthur’s own.

The way San is staring at you, his eyes shining with nothing but affection with just a hint of nervousness, says it all.

You smile, grabbing his hand in your own. Softly, you squeeze, warmth flooding your chest as you understand exactly what his intentions are. He made these for you, and him. He means for the two of you to use these together. The set never meant to be separated, or be without the other in battle.

For a brief moment, you allow him passed your void.

My Aquaman. You hum, squeezing his hand once more. Thank you.

My Queen, He mirrors your smile, his shoulders relaxing the slightest bit as he squeezes your hand back. I’m just glad you like them.

Like them? You reply, rather eagerly. Sannie, I love them.

The soft giggle he lets out fills the room, his eyes crinkling in the corners with the weight of his happiness. I’m glad.

Softly, you wiggle your intertwined hands in the space between your bodies. Not even a moment later, you’re turning back to the wall of tridents, lifting your gaze to take in the ones near the top of the wall. That’s when another, near the corner of the room, catches your attention.

A gasp escapes you. “No way.”

Rushing over to the trident, you end up half dragging, half pulling San along with you. You’ve closed your void to him now, so he cannot get a sense of what it truly is that’s caught your attention. That is, until you’re speaking once more.

“So, when were you going to tell me that you have an exact replica of Finnick’s trident from Catching Fire?” You quirk a brow, glancing at him briefly.

San grins, lifting said object off of the wall. “I figured it would be a nice surprise.”

“You seem to be full of nice surprises today, Pretty Boy.” You grin right back, watching as he handles that trident carefully before you.

“So, that’s what you ran off to make that one day,” Jongho mumbles, understanding painting his features. “I was wondering why you were asking me all those questions about her favourite book series.”

“I do love The Hunger Games.” You nod, eyes widening in excitement as San hands you the trident. “Finnick is my favourite character.” Then, a moment’s pause as you look over the weapon in your hands. “Him and Annie deserved better.”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jongho nodding solemnly along with your words.

“I thought it was that set he made that day,” Hongjoong motions back to the Aquaman tridents proudly on display.

“I had to start with something easier,” San replies, sparing a look at all of his brothers.

“You count this design as easy?” You voice, incredulously, as the fingers of your one hand come up to trace the pole gently.

San only chuckles in response, offering you a small shrug of his shoulders.

“I don’t blame him.” Mingi hums, glancing from Jongho to Seonghwa. “There seems to be a recurring theme of making replicas of weapons belonging to your favourite characters and series, Starlight.”

“Speaking from experience, Min?” You place the trident back in its spot, moving over to where the others are standing after having your fill of looking around.

“You’ll see.” He chuckles, moving to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

Only, the youngest placing his hand onto the small of your back beats him to it. You nearly shiver from the contact, the tips of his fingers pressing lightly into your bare skin. 

That’s when you remember: you’re still only in your sport’s bra for the moment.

A glare is sent Jongho’s way, not just from Mingi, but from San as well. Your time in his weapon’s hold was far too short for his liking, but at least you enjoyed yourself. A bonus? You’re still beaming as Jongho leads you back through the door.

The moment you step through the threshold to be surrounded by axes of every size, shape, and colour, your lips part in a gasp, “Oh my.”

On one wall, throwing axes and hatchets are displayed. The opposite, everything ranging from a typical fireman’s axe, to the most intricately designed single bladed axes reside. On the final wall, double bladed axes reside, one sticking out more than the rest.

Your eyes widen, practically running out of Jongho’s hold as you see the axe resting in the centre display. It’s dual blades are familiar to you, the metal smooth before giving way to two sets of three triangles hollowed out on either side of the shaft. There, detailed rune work resides, and you find you can only place your hand over your heart in attempts to quell its beating.

“I see what you mean.” You swallow thickly, nearly jumping as you feel Jongho’s hand return to the small of your back.

“It’s quite effective in battle,” Jongho mentions casually, leading you over to the wall of hatches to show you the two other small axes that Gimli has in his arsenal that he’s also taken the liberty to make.

“You’ve already used Gimli’s axe in battle?” There’s nothing but wonder in your voice as you look at him, your whole body practically vibrating in excitement.

“Not yet, technically.” He chuckles at your enthusiasm. “But the simulations have all run smoothly.”

You turn back to the weapons before you, nothing but wonder in your eyes, “Wow.”

You’re starting to notice a slight pattern to the rooms now. All of them seem to be about the same size, with their weapons all lining the walls. Some of them even have a few extra racks to hold certain designs, but for the most part, the main wall houses what you assume to be the favourites, while the other side walls hold the smaller designs. They’re all organized quite well, and from the gleam you can see coming from each polished weapon, you can tell that they are all well taken care of, and maintained regularly.

Something they seem to have in common for all of the things that they care for - a great sense of both responsibility, and attention to detail when looking after them.

“Come, there’s another one I want to show you.” Jongho gently guides you to the opposite wall.

Sticking out his hand, an axe comes flying off of the wall from higher up. It spins in the air as it travels the short distance to his hand, the dark silver of the single edged blade glinting in the light. There seems to be a smaller blade protruding from the opposite side of the handle, acting as a continuation of the main blade on the other side.

The instant it touches Jongho’s hand, your eyes are widening as another gasp escapes you. The veins of gold carved into the blade stand out starkly against the darkness of the silver. The wooden handle is slightly curved, the blade itself covering almost half of the length of the wood.

“No way you made Kratos’ Leviathan Axe.” Your voice holds nothing but awed disbelief as you look over every inch of that axe Jongho holds out for you. “And you can summon it to your hands like he can in the game?”

“We can summon all of our weapons to our hands like that, My Love.” Hongjoong chuckles, eyebrows raising in amusement as he sees the glare Jongho sends him for stealing his thunder.

“How does it work?” You spare a glance at all of them around the room.

“Usually just requires a drop of our blood and a binding spell.” Seonghwa explains.

“So, that’s how you can make your weapons appear out of thin air?” You ask, wonderstruck. “Not cause you’re doing something like reaching through realms, or into a pocket of space?”

Yunho chuckles, along with Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Mingi.

“No, Petal,” he grins fondly at your curious expression. “Unfortunately we cannot do that, but it is how we are able to summon our weapons to us instantly.”

“Does it work on other things, too?” You inquire, nearly dropping the axe in your excitement as Jongho hands it to you.

“It works on anything we bind ourselves to in that way.” Mingi confirms.

“So, if you wanted to summon each other?” You tilt your head slightly as you finally get a good grip on the handle of the axe. “It’d be different than your transportation thingy?”

“Slightly.” Hongjoong confirms. “Think of it as a mere aspect of our teleportation.”

“But still different than a proper summoning spell.” Yeosang adds.

You nod, spinning that axe slowly in your hands as you look over the detail work.

“Would it work in battle?” You glance upwards. “If you ever needed to save each other from a killing blow? Or if one of you needed back up?”

“Normally, we’d just use our teleportation for that.” Mingi shrugs, leaning against an open part of the wall.

“That’s fair,” you hum, eyes shifting their focus back to the axe in your hands.

Where the gems would normally reside, you’ve noticed two other small jewels in their place. One is an opal, and the other is your own birthstone. A fact of which makes you smile, for you know both are meant to represent you and Jongho.

“With this summoning thing, is it automatic if you think of the item?” You hand Jongho the axe back, not wanting to risk damaging it right now as your curiosity is getting the better of you.

“It’s practically second nature to us now.” Wooyoung confirms with a nod. “The closer the object, the easier it is to summon it.”

“That makes sense.” You nod, eyes catching on another intricately carved axe for the moment. “Oh!”

The blade is hollowed in some areas, giving a sort of skeleton design to the metal. It’s intricately carved, the design looking more for style than functionality. However, you know that it’s more than likely made out of that Sage Metal that they told you about earlier. The axe is more than durable, and certainly functional.

“This is beautiful,” you breathe, tracing the spaces in the metal lightly with your index finger. Of course, you make sure not to touch the edges of the metal, not wanting to cut yourself on accident. Who knows how they would react to that.

“Not as beautiful as you.” Jongho whispers lowly into your ear as he steps up behind you, wrapping you in his arms.

A snort of laughter escapes you, lips parting in disbelief.

“Oh, Baby Bear,” you chuckle lowly, shaking your head. “Please don’t say such cringy things to me. You’re more suave than that.”

You don’t have to look at him to see the giant pout Jongho now wears on his features, only deepened by the laughter of his brothers.

“Oh, can it.” He turns to them, a frown on his features. “You were all thinking it, too.”

Again, you shake your head, lovingly this time. “What am I going to do with all of you?”

Wooyoung slides right up to your side, pulling you out of Jongho’s embrace and into his own. Carefully, he begins leading you back to the door.

“Love us unconditionally for all eternity?” There’s a hint of hope in his eyes, swirling within that all too familiar admiration and adoration you’ve become so used to from him. 

From all of them.

You hum, pretending to think about it for a moment. You stop just before the closed door, sparing a glance around at all of them briefly.

You smile lovingly, “That can be arranged.”

Low hums of content greet your ears as you reach forward to open the door. You do not need to look at them to know that they are gazing at you with nothing but a tender fondness in their eyes right now. You can feel it surrounding you as you step through the door, flooding your veins and comforting you right down to your very core.

Their unspoken response rings loud and clear through your mind, despite your void still being up. There is no doubt in your mind that they will do the same: love you unconditionally for all eternity. They’ve already proven, in more ways than one, that they do.

The moment you refocus in on the room surrounding you, your eyes catch on bottles upon bottles lining the shelves built into every free inch of the walls of this room. Various colourful liquids reside inside, some even appearing to glow with how vibrantly they shine beneath the lights. Small vials rest beside them, and you think you know what rests inside those.

Understanding flashes across your features and you turn to Wooyoung who practically shakes in excitement beside you.

“So, which one is the deadliest?” You quirk a brow, the corner of your lips twitching upwards.

A giddy smile stretches across his features, which then slowly morphs into a sly smirk, “No hesitation, huh, Angel?”

“I’m curious,” You shrug, nonchalantly.

He hums, “It’s just over here.”

Leading you over to a wall with the darkest liquids residing on the shelves, Wooyoung lifts his free hand. Instantly, a bottle of the blackest void comes rushing to his fingers, thick in texture and hardly sloshing around inside its container. Faintly, you swear you can hear hissing coming from his hand.

“There is no toxin more deadly than my own creations.” He tells you. “This one, though, is the worst.”

“Are you immune?” You glance up at him, a curious glint in your eyes.

“I’m immune to every poison you can imagine, and then some.” He hums, that grin still tugging at his features as he hands you the bottle of that thick black liquid. “But I always have antidotes close at hand.”

He motions around him to the small vials resting beside the bottles.

“We’re not as immune as he is to some of his creations.” Jongho grumbles, his arms crossed over his chest.

“But most of them, you are?” You spare a glance at the rest of them standing over by the door.

“That would be correct, My Love.” Hongjoong nods. “His most deadly, he’s made sure we’re immune to.”

“It’s considerate, considering the amount of times he’s used us as guinea pigs for new concoctions.” San grumbles, narrowing his eyes pointedly at Wooyoung.

You turn your head back to the aforementioned male who seemingly shrinks slightly in his spot.

“You guys volunteer.” He mumbles.

“Yeah,” Yunho rolls his eyes playfully. “That’s cause we never actually know what we’re signing up for.”

“It’s not my fault you all have different side effects than what I intend sometimes!” Wooyoung counters, a large pout pulling at his features. “It’s not like it’s intentional.”

“Sometimes, I feel like it is.” Yeosang states, rather pointedly.

“I don’t know,” you hum. “Isn’t the point of vaccines to inject some of the original virus or disease into your body so you know how to fight off the living cells, were they to enter your system?”

“See. At least My Angel understands my methods!” Wooyoung perks back up, tightening the hold of his one arm that rests around your waist. “There’s a whole process! You can’t just be immune. It’s not in your blood!”

“And it’s in yours?” San’s brow quirks knowingly.

“Actually, yes. It is.” Wooyoung states, rather proudly. “Most of my poisons contain some aspect of my blood in them, whether diluted or pure. That’s why they can be so toxic.”

“That’s really cool!” You chime in, having way too much fun watching the thick liquid slide around in the bottle every time you tip it upside down.

“So, there!” Wooyoung sticks his tongue out playfully at his brothers.

“Are there any kinds of toxins you’ve made that have a different effect than just poisoning the victim?” You turn your attention back to Wooyoung. “You know, like paralysis, or something?”

“Do I ever!” Wooyoung practically bounces on his feet as he leads you to the opposite wall. “This one-“ he points to a bright pink liquid, “is similar to a sleeping drought, but too much will cause the heart to stop for any living thing.”

You nod, staring intently at the bottle in front of you.

“This one-“ he points to an almost transparent green liquid, “causes your muscles to seize and inflicts unbearable pain throughout the body. Great for immobilizing people, but not quite paralysis in it’s literal sense.”

“Oh, wow.” You observe said liquid carefully.

“I also have certain tonics that effect emotions, a person’s state of mind or being, as well as ones that can essentially put people into either a comatose state, or loosen their tongue if we need a ‘physical’ way to gather information for assassinations.” He explains.

“So, you have truth telling serums?” Your brow quirks, the corner of your lips twitching upwards.

“I have any and every type of tonic you can think of.” Wooyoung nods, quite proudly at that.

You nod, eyes never leaving that shelf in front of you.

“So, then,” you begin. “Which is a stronger aphrodisiac? Your blood, or one of your tonics?”

The sound of shattering glass sounds behind you, and you turn to see Seonghwa and Mingi both cursing to themselves. Bottles, or what’s left of them, lay broken at their feet, the sound of hissing greeting your ears as liquid seeps over the ground.

“Careful with those,” Wooyoung waves his hand, cleaning the mess in an instant. “Some mixtures are deadly, even to us, if cross contaminated with each other.”

“We’ll just make sure to knock into the non-fragile glass bottles, next time.” Seonghwa grumbles, wiping off the front of his shirt rather harshly.

“Glass bottles are the most effective containers for acidic poisons, especially if reinforced by magic.” Wooyoung states, matter of factly.

“But they can still shatter on impact with the floor.” Jongho quirks a brow, matter of factly.

“You win some, you lose some.” Wooyoung shrugs, before turning his attention back to you for the moment. “To answer your question, Angel, it would be this one right here.” A bottle with a liquid as clear as day is instantly in his one hand. “This is the strongest aphrodisiac we own, besides our blood.”

“Oh?” Your lips twitch upwards in the corner, brow quirking. “So, they’re on par with one another, then?”

“Not quite,” Wooyoung’s eyes begin to swirl with that all too familiar darkness. “This is just a little stronger, since it’s undiluted in that sense.”

You hum, “Interesting.”

“Why?” San’s voice, low and gravelly reaches your ears as his hooded gaze meets your own. “Want to give it a try?”

All eight sets of eyes are on you in an instant, darkness swirling within.

You smirk, “Perhaps some other time.”

Eight low growls reach your ears as you walk back over to the door. You can feel the weight of their heated stares on you, even as you glance towards them from over your shoulder.

“Shall we?” You drawl out, a teasing flick to your brows.

Yunho seems to be the first to recompose himself, quickly moving over to you and placing his hand onto the skin of your upper back. Gently, he guides you through the door, clearing his throat all the while.

“I don’t tend to use many weapons, so my storehouse is a bit of the miscellaneous designs we keep for the occasional use.” He explains. “I do tend to like shredding things, whether physical, or mental, though.”

Again, your eyes light up as you take in the various unconventional designs around you. You can tell they’ve experimented with multiple angles and materials, each weapon given certain liberties over the rest. Everything from large hammers to thin whips with metal spikes attached to them line the walls, allowing you to see the various techniques they all know how to use in battle depending on the weapon.

Serrated blades, tools, saws, and even some scythes and rifles also line the walls.

Your brow quirks at the cage of guns off to the side.

“For our assassinations, mainly.” Yunho is quick to tell you, to which you’re immediately nodding your head in understanding.

“Who’s the best sniper?” You turn to them, looking over each male individually.

“Seonghwa and Hongjoong are amazing.” Wooyoung immediately boasts, a proud smile tugging at his lips.

“Really, we’ve got nothing on Mingi, though.” Hongjoong says, averting his gaze somewhat bashfully as red creeps up his neck.

At Seonghwa’s nod in agreement, you turn to the aforementioned male. Lightly, a grin pulls at the corner of your lips.

You let Mingi in.

I always knew you were way cooler than James Bond. You meet his gaze with an affectionate look of your own. Definitely proves it.

Mingi giggles, brushing tenderly against your mind with his own as his eyes crinkle at the sides.

You turn back to the main wall of weapons. “You all contribute to this stockade, or is it more trial and error?”

“A little bit of both.” San says, the others nodding in agreement. “Sometimes we even get certain materials from our friends that we play around with when creating weapons.”

At this, your brow quirks.

“Well, sometimes we aren’t simply given things.” Wooyoung chuckles. “Like when Jongho used the teeth from the snakes of the last gorgon leader to make a tiny mace.”

Jongho simply glares at Wooyoung in response.

“Not going to lie, that’s pretty cool.” You reply, nonchalantly. “Do you guys have any transforming weapons?”

“Mingi made the Beastcutter from Bloodborne.” Seonghwa comments casually.

Your jaw drops. “You did not.”

The second Mingi sticks his hand out, a weapon flies off of the wall. Sure enough, holding it out to you reveals it to be a life-size replica of the Beastcutter from Bloodborne.

“Holy shit.” There is no hiding the awe in your eyes as he passes it to you, you giggling like a maniac soon after.

“If I recall, Mingi’s made a lot of replicas of From Soft weapons.” Yeosang adds, humming lightly to himself.

“You have?” That awe filled gaze of yours is back on Mingi, who’s neck begins to turn bright red as he nods. “That’s incredible!”

He lifts a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck. “It’s nothing.”

“Moonlight, I wish you wouldn’t downplay your skills sometimes.” You comment, patting his arm affectionately. Then, you’re practically bouncing on your feet as the Beastcutter is returned to its original spot. “Now, show me, show me, show me!”

Mingi chuckles lowly, “Of course, Starlight.” He leads you back to the door, his arm gently finding purchase around your waist. “Right this way.”

Carefully, Mingi guides you through the door and into his own storehouse of weapons, his brothers following closely behind. The sound of the door shutting is synonymous with your gasp, your eyes practically shining as you take in the sets of weapons lining the walls, mainly consisting of dual blades.

At one particular set that is bright red, the edges of the blades artfully chipped, a dramatic gasp escapes you.

“No way!” You point at the blades, scurrying over to them while hopping around on your feet. “You made the Rivers of Blood from Elden Ring into a two sword set?”

“I had to compromise a bit on length, but the design is the same.” He shrugs, plucking them off of the wall and giving them each a spin in his hands.

You practically swoon as a result. “Somebody pinch me, I’m in heaven.”

Low chuckles resound around the room, each male loving how your excitement never seems to cease for even one moment. The fact that Mingi continues to captivate you currently by performing small tricks with the blades has them beaming. Though, a few, such as Hongjoong, Jongho, and Seonghwa, all wish it were them that were impressing you in such a way instead.

Again, Mingi chuckles, placing the Rivers of Blood back in their spot before pulling two other katanas off of the wall. They also seem familiar to you, though you can’t seem to figure out why.

“I dubbed these ones my Deadpool set.” Mingi explains with a grin, giving them each a spin in his hands.

“I was wondering why they looked so familiar,” You hum, nodding slightly. “If you pull out the Blades of Chaos next, I might need to sit down.”

The grin Mingi wears is nothing short of gleeful as he replaces the katanas on the wall. In a blink, he holds out his hands, chains wrapping around his forearms before a dual set of particularly carved blades appear held in his grip.

You physically feel your legs give out beneath you, a hand coming up to press against your forehead as you fall backwards.

Luckily, Yunho appears just in time to catch you.

“I’m dreaming.” You mutter lowly, nothing but awe in your voice. “This is a dream, and I’m in heaven.”

More fond chuckles greet your ears.

“It’s a shame the blades are more for show than anything,” Mingi somewhat pouts. “Still worth seeing every one of your reactions, though, Starlight.”

“Oh, yeah, I heard something about them being impractical in real life cause of the chains or something.” You manage to right yourself on your feet, affectionately patting Yunho’s hands which he keeps wrapped around your waist. “The blades could still be effective on their own, though. Can they not?”

The grin that stretches across Mingi’s face says it all.

“Now, if you go around bathing them in fire as you use them, I might faint for real.” You comment casually.

His eyebrow quirks, “Promise?”

“You want me to faint?” You snort out a laugh.

“If it’s from something cool that I’ve done,” Mingi shrugs, storing the blades back in their place. “Why not?”

“Touché.” You hum, sparing another glance around the room. Your eyes catch briefly on a set of blades, curved to resemble human spines. You smile. “Seriously guys, this is incredible.”

“We’re just glad you’re enjoying yourself, Dearest.” Yeosang smiles, nothing but tender fondness reflected in his eyes.

“Like I said, this is one of the best days of my life.” You breathe out. “I’ve always had a fascination with different types of weapons since I was small. It’s nice not having to hide my excitement about them anymore. Especially about ones that I long since thought could only be used in fictional settings, or for cosplay.”

“Hearing you rant and rave about certain styles of weapons when we watch those…” Jongho grimaces slightly, irritation shining briefly on his features, “Let’s Players, sticks with us, you know.”

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Jacksepticeye, Baby Bear.” You quirk a brow.

At the few grumbles you hear, you begin to laugh.

“You seem to be overtly fond of him.” Hongjoong mutters lowly.

You shrug. “He’s funny.”

Low growls sound from Yeosang, Mingi, San, and Seonghwa.

“Again, just because you don’t like him, doesn’t mean I don’t.” You remind them.

“That’s the problem, Angel.” Wooyoung mumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The fact I find him entertaining?” You quirk a brow, noticing how they remain quiet for the most part. “Wait, is this why you all started playing God of War and Bloodborne? So, I wouldn’t watch his play-throughs anymore?”

“No.” Jongho answers, much too quickly.

“We also needed to get better insight of the weapons when making them.” Mingi says, matter of factly.

A smack is given to the elder male from the youngest as you stare at them knowingly. Then, your eyes seemingly glaze over, deep in thought.

“You said you make weapons out of materials sometimes gifted to you from others, right?” Your brow is furrowed as you step out of Yunho’s embrace, much to the male’s discontent.

“That’s correct.” Yeosang confirms.

You hum to yourself, beginning to pace back and forth as your mind reels.

“How strong are dragon teeth?” You pause, lifting your head to spare a glance at all of them.

Understanding flashes behind their eyes.

“They are extremely durable and versatile, My Divine.” Seonghwa replies, a knowing glint in his eyes. “Some of the strongest bones in all the realms. Other than their horns, of course.”

“And baby dragon’s teeth?” You quirk a brow.

“Not as durable, but strong all the same.” Yunho confirms.

Again, you hum, shifting to face Hongjoong. “Can I see Mon’s teeth for a moment?”

By the time you’ve extended your hands, Hongjoong has that green cloth placed upon your palms. You turn just in time to see a wooden table appear beside you, the guys all moving in to stand around it as you work.

Carefully, you unwrap the package that is Mon’s baby teeth. Once you have that cloth covering the main portion of the table, you begin arranging them in a particular pattern. Slowly, a triangle begins to form, Mon’s teeth outlining the shape.

“Our conversation just now gave me an idea,” you begin, righting yourself so you’re no longer hunched over the table. “A bit literal for serrated teeth, but I think it works well.”

A gentle hand is placed onto your lower spine curtesy of Mingi. Sparing a glance at him reveals his lips to be tugging upwards into a proud smile.

“I don’t know how the logistics will work, but if you can make the Beastcutter, then I’m sure you can make a Saw Spear,” You meet Mingi’s gaze. “No?”

A pride swirls behind his gaze, his chest puffing out the slightest bit. “I think that can be arranged.”

The smile that takes over your features lights up the entire room, excitement pouring off of you in waves. “Really?”

“Most definitely.” San confirms with a nod. “We can all help with this one.”

“You’d all really do this for me?” You spare a glance at all of them, noticing how tenderly they look at you.

“Of course!” Wooyoung confirms eagerly. “It’s not every day Our Queen asks us to make her her own weapon.”

You share an excited giggle.

“Listen, I want to be able to have something to call my own,” you grin. “Preferably not just a bat. I’m not sure how intimidating our enemies will find me only wielding a weapon like that.”

“Believe me, Baby,” San chuckles. “You’re plenty intimidating with a bat.”

“So I’ve heard.” You smile slyly.

“We could make you a personalized bat, too, Dearest.” Yeosang offers. “Anything and everything your heart desires, know that it’s yours.”

Lifting your head to meet his gaze, your eyes crinkle as your smile morphs into a loving one. 

“How about we start with this for now?” You say softly. “I’m sure I’ll think of more when the time comes. Believe me when I say there’s no shortages of weapon’s designs in my mind. But for now, there’s still two more main storehouses to see, and I’d also love to see a forge if there’s time. I am getting hungry.”

“Well then,” Yunho nods, noticing how his brothers all wear the same look of affection spreading across his face in this moment. “What are we waiting for?”

Leaving Mon’s teeth laid out on the table at their request, you walk back over to the door. This time, it’s Hongjoong that opens it, stepping through to hold it as you follow shortly behind.

If you’re being honest with yourself, his and Seonghwa’s rooms are the ones you’re most anticipating. Long since have you fantasized about what their own blades will look like, and now, you find your whole body shaking with excitement as you step through the threshold.

The instant you see the wall of daggers before you, a loud gasp escapes you. Your hands come up to cover your mouth, eyes flitting all over the weapons on display before you. Everything from ceremonial daggers, to jewelled blades rest before you in an array of designs. There even seems to be a small display case in front of the main wall with a dagger inside, resting upon a cushion. It looks familiar to you, and as you get closer, you realize why.

There seems to be a blade missing from the set, but you say nothing. Still, you cannot help but to zero in on that cushion, noting the slight indent where the second dagger should reside.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Hongjoong stiffen, but you opt to say nothing for now.

Sets of throwing knives line the one wall, some collections housing upwards of twenty blades. You take the time to observe everything, walking slowly around the room and taking it all in. Each blade manages to take your breath away, your heart racing erratically in your chest as excitement courses through your veins.

Hongjoong, you notice, still remains unusually quiet. In fact, if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he looks nervous, especially when you glance towards that display case in front of the main wall every now and again.

Turning to the others, you smile lightly, “Do you mind giving us a minute?”

A few quirked brows are sent your way in response, but they comply, nonetheless.

“We’ll meet you in your storeroom, okay, Mars?” You catch his gaze, noticing how he nods in understanding as soon as the words escape you.

Slowly, you watch as they all step through the door, and only once you see it fall shut, the small click resounding throughout the room, do you turn back to face Hongjoong.

There’s an almost reserved look in his eyes as he avoids your gaze. Slowly, he shifts from foot to foot, his hands clasped in front of himself.

Your expression falls.

Silently, you approach him, gently lifting his hands into your own.

“What’s wrong, My Love?” Your inquiry is soft, giving his hands a small squeeze in order to coax him to meet your eyes.

He’s unusually silent as he shakes his head, staring intently at your intertwined hands.

Normally, this room is a huge sense of pride for him. However, as soon as he saw you glance the display case with only the one dagger inside, his heart plummeted. Selfishly, he kept it there in its spot because he could not bring himself to get rid of it. Now though, he fears he made the wrong call, for that pillar acts as a stark reminder of every misdeed he’s ever performed. That case stands almost mockingly; a tombstone that could have been yours.

“Hongjoong,” Worry pulls at your brow as you lift a hand up to guide his gaze to yours. Tenderly, your thumb brushes against his cheek. “You’re unusually quiet right now, and I’m extremely concerned. I thought you’d be ecstatic to show me your collection today.”

He purses his lips, and you can see a hint of fear flash behind his eyes.

“Is this about the set of daggers in that case?” Your tone is nothing but gentle.

The way he stiffens beneath your touch says it all.

The way that you can tell that this is affecting him negatively has your heart squeezing painfully in your chest. It’s clear to you that Miyeon still has her claws buried deep within his guilt, and all you want to do is reassure him as best you can in this moment. Only, you’re not quite sure how.

“They were-“ he clears his throat of the roughness that resides in his voice, “They were meant to be ours.”

Your gaze shifts to the small display case where that lone blade sits.

“The daggers,” You breathe.

He nods. “I made them for us.”

You squeeze his one hand once more, gently guiding him over to the display case so you can get a closer look.

Still, he refuses to so much as glance at that singular dagger.

“I wanted that one to be yours, and the other to be mine, but she-“ his voice hitches, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “I don’t think I could ever look at my dagger the same way again. Not after what she did to you with it. Yet, I can’t bring myself to destroy the set. It held so much meaning to me when I made them, that I just-”

He doesn’t finish his thought. Instead, his shoulders droop and he turns the slightest bit away from you.

Shame weighs heavy on his shoulders, regret adding its toll.

You take a moment to observe the dagger in the case. It’s certainly familiar, but you notice slight discrepancies to the one you’ve already seen. This dagger’s blade is slightly thinner, the handle carved in the opposite direction to its matching pair. You can tell that they’re meant to be put together. A set, never to be separated.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You turn to him, and your words finally draw a reaction from him. “Destroy them, I mean.”

“My Love?” There’s clear surprise on his features, not having expected you to say anything along those lines.

If Hongjoong is being honest with himself, he expected you to start cursing him out for not getting rid of the very weapon that caused you such harm. He was certain that you’d be screaming at him, asking him why he would keep such vile weapons around after what they did to you.

To say your tender look of affection shocks him would be a great understatement.

“You still have the other dagger, then?” You ask him softly, rubbing your thumb tenderly over the back of his hand.

Slowly, albeit hesitantly, he nods.

“May I see it?” The question is gentle in all meaning of the sense, making sure to keep your voice low as you look at him with kind eyes.

A moment’s hesitation before he nods. Then, he has the other dagger in his free hand, holding the handle out for you to take.

Meeting his gaze, you smile assuringly at him. Maintaining eye contact, you gently slip that dagger out of his hold, gripping it firmly in your one hand. Only then do you spare a glance down at one of the weapons that had caused you such pain all those long weeks ago.

Just as you thought, this one is slightly bigger, the blade both a little thicker and longer in length.

“This one was meant to be yours?” You lift your gaze to his, noticing how intently he watches you in this very moment.

He nods.

You let your intertwined hands fall to rest in the space between your bodies, letting them sway gently back and forth.

“Will you hold onto mine?” There’s nothing but a hopeful gleam to your eyes as you watch him nod.

Slowly, he unlocks the case. Once the glass is opened, he lifts your dagger out with the utmost of care, holding it delicately in his hand. The way that he’s standing perfectly mirrors you in every way, and you cannot help the small upturn of your lips at that fact.

“Hongjoong, I wish to keep these daggers together,” you begin. At the way you see his lips part in protest, you’re quick to continue, “She was the one who used it to hurt me, not you. I know for a fact that you would rather carve out your own heart than bring me any harm. Your dagger didn’t hurt me. She did.”

The hitch in his breath is audible, even to you.

“I know you may not have intended it this way, but I wish to keep this one as my own.” You lift the dagger in your hand slightly. “And I wish for you to use that one. Let me reclaim the weapon that was used to hurt me, and know that it is meant to symbolize your undying loyalty and protection. Let me wield you in battle, just as you will wield me when the time comes.”

The way your eyes flash over to that dagger held in his hand as you speak those words says it all.

“These daggers are for us, meant to protect each other.” You state, rather firmly. “I think it’s time we allow them the proper use. Don’t you?”

He swallows thickly, his lips parting as tears line his eyes. He squeezes your hand.

“Yes,” he breathes, nodding his head once quite firmly. He blinks, and the first of his tears begin to fall down his cheeks. “Yes, My Queen. Always.”

Softly, you smile at him, guiding him into your embrace as he buries his face into the side of your neck. You can feel his sobs wracking his body as he holds onto you tightly, clinging to you both for dear life, but also in gratitude for what this moment means to the both of you. No longer will you allow Miyeon to control either of you. It’s time to reclaim that which has been stolen. All of it.

Pulling away from him slightly, you stare deeply into his eyes. The corners of your lips tug upwards in a loving smile, and you manage to brush some stray hairs out of his eyes.

“I am so deeply in love with you, My King.” There is no waver in your voice as you say this, pouring every ounce of sincerity that you can into your words. “Know that nothing will ever change that.”

“My Queen,” The words are but a whisper on his lips as he pulls you tighter against him. “Thank you, for believing in me.”

The smile you offer him says it all, nothing but tender love and affection shining within your gaze as you lean forward to kiss him gently. A kiss which he is all too eager to reciprocate, letting the movement of his lips over your own tell you of all the ways in which he loves you. The ways in which he will always love you, and appreciate all that you mean to him.

All too soon, you’re pulling away in order to rest your forehead on his.

“The daggers are beautiful, My Love,” Your words are but a soft caress against his lips. “Thank you for keeping them as one.”

Hongjoong manages a small smile in response. “I am simply happy you like them, My Queen.”

“I love them, Joongie.” Your reply is immediate, pulling the slightest bit back from him to admire the detailing on the handles once more. “It means a lot to me that you made them for us.”

“Of course, My Love,” Gently, he returns them both to their spots on top of the cushion inside the display. He’s quiet for a moment before he speaks again. In a soft voice, he admits, “I made them the day I knew I wanted you to become Our Queen.” He turns to you, eyes holding nothing but love for you swirling within that familiar darkness. “My Queen.”

Your expression softens, “All the more reason to keep them, and use them as you’ve always intended.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He chuckles lowly, offering you his hand as he steps in beside you.

Without any hesitation, you place your hand in his.

“I am curious, though,” you hum. “Did you keep the other one? The jewelled one from David’s shop?”

A blink, and that familiar dagger is in his free hand.

Your eyes go wide, a thrum of excitement going through you.

“I think it’s time it was given back to the woman who always deserved it,” He grins, a knowing glint in his eyes as he holds out the handle for you to take. “Don’t you?”

Eagerly, you nod your head, reaching out to take that dagger into your free hand.

You take a moment to look it over, twirling that blade in your grip lightly. A small smile rests on your features, eyes sparkling as you finally grasp the handle firmly in your hand.

Little do you see how fondly Hongjoong watches over you in this very moment. Though, from the way you lift your head to meet his gaze, you manage to catch the very look resting on his features.

“Thank you, Joongie,” You lean in to place an affectionate kiss upon his cheek. “This truly means a lot to me.”

“Your happiness means the world to me, My Love.” Hongjoong smiles, giving your one hand still held in his a small squeeze. “I’m simply glad you can finally have everything you’ve always desired.”

“It’s because of you, you know.” You turn to face him just as you reach the door. “I’ve only been able to achieve this because of you. Because of all of you.”

Hongjoong’s heart warms, and he leans in to place a lingering kiss upon your forehead. “Then, how wonderful it will be to spend the rest of eternity with one another.”

Your own heart swells with nothing but happiness, “How wonderful indeed.”

With a final squeeze of your intwined hands, you exit the room.

The moment you step into Seonghwa’s own weapon’s hold, you’re greeted by chaos. Both him and Mingi appear to be sparring with some of his swords, while Yeosang chases both San and Wooyoung around with a sword of his own. Yunho stands off to the side with Jongho, both males shaking their heads with their arms crossed over their chests.

“Did I miss something?” You quirk a brow playfully, successfully drawing their attention to both you and Hongjoong standing just inside the threshold of the door.

“Wooyoung and San were being smartasses, as usual.” Jongho shakes his head once more.

“Hey!” Said males whine at the same time.

“Then, why was Yeosang chasing you with- oh my god, is that Major General Armstrong’s sword?” You practically shove Wooyoung out of the way to take the sword from Yeosang’s grip. 

Unfortunately, you fail to miss the large pout that now pulls onto Hongjoong’s features as you essentially leave him in the dust in order to observe this new sword. Nor do you see the pout that Wooyoung wears as he looks to you with large, pleading eyes.

With your dagger held in your one hand, and the sword in the other, you take in the detailing of the metal. The floral design engraved on the length of the blade takes your breath away, and you begin shaking in excitement once more.

Then, you’re nodding to yourself almost subconsciously, “Very beautiful. Very powerful.”

“I’m glad you like it, My Divine.” Seonghwa chuckles affectionately, coming to stand beside you as the others return to their respective spots near the door. “Come, there’s plenty more where that came from.”

Lifting your gaze, Seonghwa cannot deny the hitch in his breath as he sees your wondrous expression light up your features. The awe alone he can see says it all.

He swallows thickly.

Handing him the sword back, you finally take in the other blades residing on the surrounding walls.

“No way you have a wall full of just katanas- are those Zoro’s?” Another squeal leaves you as you rush over, gazing intently at the multiple swords lined up in a row.

Sure enough, upon closer inspection, the katanas in front of you correspond to the multiple ones Zoro has used throughout the course of One Piece.

“Seriously, I’m in heaven.” You sigh, dreamily.

Low chuckles sound from behind you, and you can feel all of their fond gaze on you as you dart around the room.

“No way!” A dramatic gasp escapes you as a particular blade catches your eye from across the room. “You made Sting?”

Just as you did with Yeosang’s bow in the first room, you go to reach out for it. Only, you hesitate, not sure if you should actually touch these weapons or not.

“Go ahead, My Divine,” Seonghwa chuckles, stepping in right beside you and placing a loving hand onto the skin of your lower back. “Please, don’t hold back.”

Practically shoving the dagger in your hands in his direction, you silently tell him to hold onto the jewelled blade while you lift Sting carefully off its display. Nothing but wonder resides in your gaze as you take in the detail work of the craftsmanship. The blade is unusually light, too, just as described in the book.

“If you tell me that this blade can also glow blue, I can and will faint right now.” You lift your gaze to his own, excitement pouring off of you in waves.

A soft chuckle falls from Seonghwa’s lips, “We’ll have to go visit some orcs, then.”

Your lips part, eyes widening as you visibly begin to shake. Not even a moment later, you’re zooming around the room, muttering to yourself about this being the best day of your life once more.

Hopping around the storehouse, you take in the rest of the swords lining the walls. You cannot keep the smile off of your face, almost subconsciously muttering a tune to yourself as you browse the selection of weapons before you.

“Oh, the wonders of weapons,” you hum, no longer paying any mind to the eight other males in the room, of whom watch you fondly. “The wonders of weapons of Kings.” You giggle. “My Lovely Kings.” 

They smile.

“My lovers are eight powerful, demonic Kings.” Your voice is low, but they still hear you loud and clear. A fact of which sets their hearts racing inside of their chests. “And I’m their One and Only Queen.”

Eight low growls of approval sound from behind you. Sparingly, you glance over your shoulder, offering them each a blissful smile.

“Today is a most wonderful day.” You continue to hum to yourself, bouncing around on the soles of your feet from one spot to another. “Spending it with the people I love.”

Rumbles of content fill the room, and you bound over to the eight of them with a vibrant smile lighting up your face. You take the time to give each one of them a kiss on the cheek, muttering how much you love them each time you do. A sentiment which is immediately echoed by each male as soon as you address them individually.

Still, you cannot prevent yourself from rocking excitedly on your feet as you see the large, dopey grins they offer you in return.

“Thank you.” You take the time to meet all of their gazes. “For today. For everything.” Your heart swells in your chest. “You all seriously don’t know how happy you make me.”

“The feeling is very much mutual, Petal.” Yunho hums, the same warmth that is currently flooding his chest heard clearly in his voice as he addresses you.

“We’re just glad you’re enjoying yourself, Dearest.” Yeosang adds, clasping his hands almost lovingly in front of himself as he gazes at you fondly.

You nod, vigorously at that. “Can I see one of your forges, now?”

“Of course, My Divine.” Seonghwa extends his free hand out to you, your dagger still held tightly in his opposite hand.

“Oh, thanks for holding onto that for me, Mars.” You reach over, taking your dagger back from him as he walks you both over to the door. “I-“

Your words die in your throat as the door opens to reveal a grandiose space. There’s a large wooden table that lines the one wall, the forge worked into the opposite corner. A floor to ceiling window resides near the forge itself, displaying a beautiful field with mountains in the distance. Hardly any clouds line the sky, the sun shining and illuminating the space all around.

Various weapons line the room, stacked on top of each other or resting against the wall where various tools and materials hang. There even seems to be a closet off to the side, which you would bet anything houses even more weapons that are currently being worked on, or have even been finished.

“Wow,” You breathe out, nothing but wonder on your features as you take it all in.

Carefully, you place your dagger onto the top of the wooden table off to the side, spinning around a few times to take in the full room around you. Seonghwa, of course, gives you enough space to do so, watching you with such a tender look in his eyes.

“Do all of your workshops look the same?” You turn to face them.

“More, or less.” Jongho tilts his head slightly from side to side. “Some of our tools vary due to the types of weapons we forge, but the setup is pretty much identical.”

“That’s so cool!” You say, awe clear in your voice.

“If you peek through the window, you can actually see the outlines of all of our forges in the hills.” Yunho motions with his head for you to take a look.

Instantly, you’re at the window, eyes scanning the area to see multiple windows buried seemingly inside the hills just outside.

“Woah,” You turn back around to face them. “That must come in handy when you need to borrow things from each other while welding.”

“It is quite convenient.” Mingi nods in confirmation. “Especially if one of the others has a material you need while crafting.”

“I can imagine.” You hum, eyes flitting over the table and taking in all of the little trinkets scattered about.

There seems to be a whetting stone placed near the corner, some scraps of black leather cut into pieces along the top. Some tools rest here and there, but for the most part, the space is clean.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Hongjoong nudge Seonghwa with his elbow.

You quirk a brow.

Seonghwa clears his throat.,“Actually, I have two things I wish to give you, My Divine.”

“You do?” There’s nothing but wonder in your tone as you watch him move around his workspace.

For a brief moment, Seonghwa enters that little closet at the side of the room. When he comes back, both of his hands are held behind his back.

You blink, curiosity getting the better of you as you attempt to see what he could be hiding.

“This one, we all agreed on a long time ago.” He says, sharing a brief look around the room at his brothers who all smile softly at you in response. “I reinforced it, so it no longer has to be simply decorative. Unless you desire it to be.”

In one swift movement, Seonghwa pulls his right hand out from behind his back. A familiar silver sword rests there, jewels glinting in the light.

The gasp that escapes you is immediate as you see the matching sword to that dagger you had placed on his work table resting in his hand.

Ever so carefully, you reach forward, taking that sword from his grip as your eyes shine with nothing but love.

“My Kings?” You glance around at all of them, noticing how they all stare at you the exact same way you’re looking at them.

“Anything and everything your heart could ever desire, Angel,” Wooyoung whispers. “It’s yours.”

“I-“ you swallow thickly, admiring that sword now held in your hands. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, My Love,” Hongjoong smiles assuringly at you. “Know that we will always provide for you, in whatever ways that we can.”

“We love spoiling you, Baby,” San adds softly. “Knowing these are things that you’ve always wanted… well… it means a lot to us to see you happy; to make you happy.”

Your lips part, but no words escape you.

“Just let us take care of you.” Yeosang voices lowly, all seven of them nodding along to his words.

Again, you swallow the emotions building in your throat. Your grip tightens on that pommel in your hands, and you manage to blink away your building tears of joy.

“Thank you.” You take your time to meet each of their gazes. “I mean it. You all never fail to go above and beyond for me, and I will always cherish these moments, these gifts, more than you’ll ever know.”

Their smiles widen, hearts beating erratically in their chests.

“We’re just love seeing you happy, Starlight.” Mingi repeats San’s words from only moments ago, nothing but sincerity shining within all of their eyes.

“I still have one more sword to gift you, today, My Divine.” Suddenly, Seonghwa looks the slightest bit more nervous as he stands before you. “That is, if you’ll have it.”

“My Mars,” you hum, affection dripping from your gaze, “You could gift me a wooden sword, and I would cherish it until the end of time.”

Teasingly, Seonghwa’s eyes narrow as he spares a glance around the room. “Alright, who told?”

Almost instantly, Jongho starts whistling inconspicuously while San, Wooyoung, and Mingi all avoid Seonghwa’s gaze.

You giggle, and like every time before, it is music to every single one of their ears.

“It took me quite a few tries,” he begins, keeping his voice low and tone steady, “But I had to make sure it was perfect.”

In the blink of an eye, Seonghwa presents you with the other sword he had been holding behind his back this whole time. He rests it carefully over his palms, holding it out to you with loving eyes as he watches your every reaction carefully.

The sheath is easily recognizable to you, the leather strap wrapped meticulously around it just as it is when the sword gets presented in the movie. The handle is every bit as gorgeous as you remember, the black leather wrapping around the pommel perfectly placed as the worked silver glints in the light.

Without taking your eyes off of that sword, you pass the one currently in your hands to the closest person beside you. Easily, Mingi takes it from you as you step in closer to Seonghwa.

You swallow your building emotions.

With shaking hands, you reach out to grasp that sword. You take one small step back before you’re unsheathing it in one fluid movement, the etchings in the metal bringing tears to your eyes.

Before you, held in your very grip, is an exact replica of Andúril.

“You made this for me?” Your voice comes out small, your overwhelming emotions threatening to choke you out at any second.

Briefly, your gaze flits from the markings on the blade to Seonghwa’s face, noting how he nods softly.

The whole time, his gaze never leaves you for a moment. Never does he want to miss even a single second of the wondrous expression you wear on your face. The fact that he can hear your heart racing says it all.

“Seonghwa, I-“ Your grip tightens around the handle of the sword, meeting his gaze once more. “When?”

He shuffles slightly from foot to foot, the others remaining silent out of respect for the moment being shared between the both of you right now.

“I started that day we got back from the mall.” His honest reply nearly sends you to your knees.

Again, your eyes trail over every inch of that sword before you. Your heart swells with nothing but love, feeling as if it’s close to bursting as you take in every minuscule detail of the blade. You can tell that he put in a tremendous amount of effort into forging this weapon for you, and given its meaning to you in its entirety, you know that he spoke true when he said that he wanted to make it perfect.

For you. 

He made this for you.

Something within your eyes flash, and you’re quick to sheathe that sword. The whole time, you never break eye contact with the male across from you, and despite the pounding of your heart that you can hear in your ears, a sense of complete calm washes over you.

“You seven,” you don’t even spare them so much as a glance of acknowledgement. “Out. Now.”

Words of protest die on Wooyoung’s lips as he gets pushed out of the room by both Jongho and Yeosang. Of course, just before the door closes, Seonghwa does not fail to miss the wink Yunho sends his way.

The sound of the door clicking shut is synonymous with the movement of Seonghwa’s Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

“You made this for me,” you begin lowly. “After hearing me say once that I have long since desired a replica of my own.”

He nods. Slowly.

“You didn’t hesitate for one moment to make this for me, did you?” Your inquiry is soft, despite the heated stare you wear.

He shakes his head.

You motion for him to come forward with your finger, backing yourself towards that wooden table as he begins stalking towards you. Not once does he break eye contact, obeying your every command without hesitation.

“Of all of the grandiose gesture you could make for me, this is the one that means the most.” You tell him honestly, your voice near breathless as you finally hit that table. Resting the sword against its side, you motion him closer. “There are no words to describe what this means to me; no gift more significant than that which you have just given.”

The moment he steps into you, your arms are around his shoulders, pulling him in closer. Softly, your fingers thread through the hair at the base of his neck, and you notice how his suddenly hooded eyes continuously spare fleeting glances down to your lips. You smirk.

“A simple ‘thank you’ is not enough to convey what this means to me.” You whisper lowly, surprising him by flipping your positions so that he’s the one pressed against the table. “What you mean to me, Seonghwa.”

One of your hands sneaks down his torso, sending a shiver up his spine as he feels you caressing his side. Then, you pull him even closer, hoisting his thigh up so that his leg wraps around your waist.

“How about it, My King?” You hum, voice nothing but sultry as your lips barely ghost over the skin of his own. “Will you allow me to demonstrate my gratitude for you?”

“Yes,” The nod of his head is immediate as he all but whimpers out a response. “Please.”

The corner of your lips twitches faintly upwards before you’re closing the rest of the distance between your two bodies. The way you hold onto him, and he to you, is nothing short of desperate, kissing one another like you are the very air you both need to breathe.

Carefully, you help him sit on top of the table, allowing for him to fully wrap his legs around your waist. Unashamedly, his hands roam over your body, pulling you in closer as his fingers dance across your skin.

The moan he lets out as you take his bottom lip between your teeth sets your heart fluttering inside of your chest.

“You are incredible, Seonghwa,” you mumble out against the skin of his lips. “And so, unbelievably beautiful.”

He moans, legs tightening around your waist as his stomach twists pleasantly.

“Shouldn’t-“ he gasps as you begin trailing your lips over his jaw, soon moving to bite at the skin of his neck, “Shouldn’t I be telling you this.”

“Some other time,” you promise, placing a lingering kiss over his racing pulse. “Right now, I want to worship you.”

The shudder that wracks his entire body does not go unnoticed by you. The fact that you can physically feel his skin heating beneath your touch says it all.

“My Queen-“

“Shhh,” you’re quick to cut him off with a peck to his lips. “Just let me take care of you.”

You pull away only the slightest bit to stare deeply into his eyes. Silently, you check in with him, brushing against that familiar blue string in your mind to make sure that he’s okay.

“Please,” he swallows. “Don’t stop.”

The tender smile that pulls at your lips says it all.

Instantly, you move back in to continue biting and sucking at his neck, your hands sneaking up his shirt and eliciting another moan from his lips. The desperate way he clings to you has a pleasant feeling building within your core, spreading outwards and warming your entire body.

To know that he wants you, that he needs you in this moment means the world to you. 

You wouldn’t have it any any other way.

Bringing your lips back to his, you swallow all of his sounds, enjoying every small whimper and moan he gives you. The way he gasps as your one hand slides up his thigh to pull him flush against you by his ass is like music to your ears.

“My Seonghwa,” you hum, slowly grinding your hips against his own.

A choked moan of your name slips passed his lips, “Yours.”

“That’s right, My Dove,” you nip lightly at his ear, feeling how he shudders once more in your hold. “You’re mine.”

“All yours,” he whimpers, burying his face into the side of your neck.

Slowly, you bring your one hand between your two bodies, beginning to palm his semi-hard cock over his jeans. The fact that he seems to desperately grind against your hand in time with your movements makes you smirk.

“My Beautiful Dove,” you hum, adding the slightest bit more pressure to your palm as you move over his clothed cock. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me?”

Softly, he shakes his head against the skin of your shoulder.

“No?” The corner of your lips tug upwards in a small grin as you pull away to meet his wide eyes. “Then, I guess I’ll have to show you.”

Your lips are back on his in an instant, pulling him flush against you. Carefully, you begin to lean him back, hovering over him as you lay him down on that table. His hands cling desperately to your back, tilting his head to give you better access to his neck every time you move to bite your marks into his skin. Marks which you know he will wear proudly for as long as he can.

“My Divine,” the whimper that escapes him goes straight to your core, feeling yourself clench around nothing.

“My Beautiful Seonghwa,” you rest your forehead gently against his own. “As if you didn’t know that forging me Andúril would be considered the grandest romantic gesture you could ever make for me.”

His chest is heaving, hips desperately seeking your own. Only, you pin him to that table, retracting your hand from over his cock and eliciting the sweetest of whines from his throat.

“As if you wouldn’t have known that I would immediately have to satisfy My King as a reward for always taking such good care of His Queen.” You continue, reaching out slightly to the side to grasp a particular object in your hand. Once you feel that cool metal of the dagger against your palm, you smirk. “Since My King has shown me nothing but a loving patience and dedication to his craft, I shall show him the same.”

Again, you lean over him, pecking his lips tenderly.

“I wish to take my time savouring you right now, Seonghwa,” you tell him gently. “As long as you’ll let me.”

At the vigorous nod of his head, along with the breathless ‘yes’ that falls from his lips, you have your answer.

You smile, eyes crinkling at the sides as your heart warms.

Slowly, carefully, you bring that dagger up his body. Gently, you tug his shirt forward, the tip of the blade kissing the material. Cautiously, you hook the blade beneath the neckline of his shirt, watching him carefully for any signs of discomfort.

You find none.

The sound of tearing fabric reaches your ears, the dagger getting tossed beside you on that table as you help him sit up once more. His lips are on yours as you strip Seonghwa of his now cut shirt, the planes of his chest on full display. The way he shivers beneath your touch as your hands roam down his bare chest has you smiling into the kiss.

Without wasting another moment, you part from him only to begin trailing your lips down his chest. You take your time, biting and sucking marks into his skin as your hands grip his waist firmly. The fact that Seonghwa arches into your touch, eyes fluttering as he feels your tongue come out to lave over his burning skin says it all.

Another moan of your name slips passed his lips.

“That’s it, My Dove,” you coo, sliding him the slightest bit forward, and back onto the edge of the table. “I want to hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Slowly, you begin to sink to your knees, allowing your fingers to trail over his thighs as you do so.

Seonghwa’s head is spinning, and with each breath, his chest heaves. He can hardly believe that this is happening right now, his hands desperately gripping at the side of his work table for dear life. The image alone of you on top of him like that, and now, with you resting on your knees between his legs, is making his cock ache for your touch once more. He needs you, and he’s sure to tell you that.

The smirk that pulls at your lips is nothing short of devious, “Patience, My Dove. I told you that I wish to take my time with you right now.”

A small whimper escapes him.

“You’re not the only one who wants my lips wrapped around you cock right now, Seonghwa.” Your eyes flash dangerously as you look up at him through your lashes. “Be patient, and I will reward you, My King.”

Seonghwa’s breath hitches in his throat, whole body stilling as your words settle over him. He can feel his cock throbbing, becoming almost painful the longer he goes with you no longer touching him.

The second you begin to undo his belt, his thighs begin to shake.

Soothingly, you rub your hands over his upper thighs, staring up at him with wide eyes. As you meet his gaze, your hands still, finger sinking into the material of his jeans as his lips part with another moan.

“Look at you,” you hum, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “I’ve barely even done anything to you yet, and you’re ready to fall apart.”

“I’m surprised I haven’t come yet from your touches alone,” he admits lowly, voice a little rough as he clears his throat.

Your eyebrow quirks, “Oh?”

“My Divine, the feeling of your hands on me is one of the greatest sensations I’ve ever felt in my entire life.” He breathes, thighs tensing as you begin to undo the zipper of his jeans. “You already know how little self-control I seem to have around you.”

Slowly, you begin to slide the material of his jeans down his thighs as you chuckle once more. A moment later, you help him step out of them, tossing both his jeans and his boxers off to the side.

“That, I do know,” you smile knowingly. “And yet, you’re being such a good boy for me.”

His cock visibly twitches from your words, and you smirk.

“Oh?” Your brow quirks, a devious look shining behind your eyes as you look up at him. “You like it when I call you My Good Boy, don’t you.”

His grip tightens on the edges of the table, and you wonder at how the wood hasn’t cracked beneath the pressure yet.

“Yes,” he moans, eyes fluttering shut for the briefest of moments. “Fuck- I love it, My Queen.”

The giggle you let out is music to his ears.

You meet his gaze through your lashes once more, “Good boy.”

Again, his cock visibly twitches from your words. You can see how desperately he restrains himself from reaching out to you right now, his hands tense as he grips the table for dear life.

Teasingly, you trail your hands back up his thighs. Only, when you get close to his hips, you stop, dragging them back down and ensuring your nails scratch lightly over his skin.

He shudders.

The whole time you rest before him, Seonghwa keeps his gaze locked on you. Not once does he allow his eyes to fall shut, and he swears to himself that he’ll do whatever he can to engrain this memory in his mind for as long as possible. He’ll be damned if he misses even one second of you pleasing him, for you appear just as eager as he does in this moment.

He wouldn’t want it any other way.

Trailing your hands back up his thighs, you give them both another appreciative squeeze. Then, finally, you lean into him, bringing your lips to the skin of his inner thigh as your one hand wraps delicately around his cock.

The moment your fingers close around him, he moans. His lips remain parted, breaths coming in uneven pants as he feels you gently nipping at the skin of his inner thigh. The way your hand begins to move over him has his whole body twitching beneath your touch.

The closer your lips get to his aching cock, the harder it becomes for him to control himself. Desperately, Seonghwa clings onto whatever shreds of his sanity that he has left, taking in the beautiful sight that is you, on your knees, pleasing him right now.

Just when he thinks you’ll free him from your teasing licks and kisses on his one thigh, you move to the other, repeating the same actions over his skin almost lovingly.

At one particularly firm bite against his thigh, his stomach clenches. He can feel himself twitch in your hand, a low groan escaping him as he leans further back on the table for support.

You chuckle, looking up at him innocently from between his spread legs.

“My King?” 

He hums, almost absentmindedly.

“One more thing,” A devious gleam is shining behind your eyes. One which his blissed out state manages to ignore for the moment.

“Anything, My Queen.” He breathes out, breath hitching in his throat as he sees you lick your lips.

“Hands to yourself until I say so.”

As soon as those words escape you, your lips are around him. Gently, you suckle on the tip, tongue flicking over his slit a few times as you maintain eye contact with him.

A choked moan escapes him, his right hand automatically reaching out to you. Only, he catches himself, fingers twitching in midair right by your head. Slowly, reluctantly, he retracts his hand, gripping onto that table desperately for support.

The chuckle you let out reverberates along his cock, sending pleasant shivers up his spine and causing his stomach to clench. The way your tongue feels, beginning to swirl around his head as you take more of him into your mouth is making his head spin. Never before has Seonghwa been this hard in his life, and the fact that it’s all because of you is only adding to the intensity of the pleasure that he’s currently feeling.

Low, guttural groans escape him as he watches you sink further down on his cock. Languidly, your tongue strokes along his shaft, pleasant hums escaping you as you watch his every reaction carefully. The fact that his whole body trembles, fingers digging into the wood of the table has you chuckling lowly once more.

Slowly, you begin bobbing your head. What you can’t fit into your mouth, you use your one hand to stroke over, squeezing at his base a few times as you hollow your cheeks over him.

Seonghwa nearly collapses right then and there. As much as he tries, he cannot prevent the way his eyes flutter closed, tossing his head back as a moan of your name slips passed his lips.

“Just like that, My Divine,” he smiles, blinking his vision open once more to see the glorious sight that is you, on your knees before him, with his cock in your mouth. A low growl escapes him, eyes flashing black. “Fuck- just like that.”

Desperately, he does whatever he can to keep his hips from bucking further into your mouth. The wet heat of your mouth is overwhelming, nothing but pure pleasure coursing through his veins as he feels you suckling at the tip of his cock once more.

Pulling away from him for just a moment, you let your hand pump over his length a few times. Again, you lick your lips, gaze darting up to meet his own as you move in closer.

Another growl escapes him as he watches you suck one of his balls into your mouth. His whole body shudders as you slowly let it pop back out of your mouth only for you to begin placing wet, open mouthed kisses up along the bottom of his shaft. The way your tongue comes out to trace along the path shortly afterwards has him twitching in your hand.

“Oh, fuck-“ His breath catches in his throat, eyes bleeding black once more. “Again. Please, do that again.”

The way your lips are currently pressed against his cock lets Seonghwa feel every inch of the smile that pulls at your features. To his utmost pleasure, you’re almost instantly repeating your actions, taking even more time to caress your tongue along the underside of his shaft, tracing over a prominent vein.

“My Divine, please-“ he chokes out, every breath escaping him now but a mere whimper on his lips.

You spare a glance upwards and into his eyes as you tighten your hold around the base of his cock.

“I love you, My Seonghwa.”

Your lips are around him as soon as the words finish escaping you, moving over him with a newfound vigour. You barely even begin to lave your tongue over his cock when you feel him twitching within your mouth, the sound of shattering wood greeting your ears.

Whimpers and whines escape him, along with desperate cries of your name as his orgasm washes over him. His body hunches the slightest bit forward, releasing down your throat as you help to ride him through his high.

Every last drop he offers you, you swallow, humming contently around him as you lick him clean.

Your name falls like a mantra from his lips, whole body shaking as he leans against the table for support. Two chunks seem to have been torn from the wood where his hands had been gripping the table so firmly, the shattered remains littering the ground around you.

Slowly, you release him from your mouth, hearing as another guttural groan escapes him as you do so. When you spare a glance up, you notice his chest heaving, his lips parted as he stares down at you with nothing but love and pure, unfiltered awe in his gaze.

Tenderly, your hands come up to stroke over his thighs. “Good?”

“Good?” He smiles, voice deep and rough. A soft chuckle falls from his lips as he runs a hand through his disheveled hair. “I’m great. Never been better, in fact.”

You giggle, standing carefully back to your feet with a little help from him. His one hand comes up to cup the side of your face, kissing you deeply as he flips your positions so that he can push you back against his worktable now.

“Seonghwa,” you giggle against his lips. “What are you doing?”

“Returning the favour,” he growls lowly, pressing you a bit firmer into the wood behind you.

Softly, your fingers begin to thread through the hair at the back of his neck. “Some other time, yeah?”

A whine of protest escapes him, pulling away from you to look into your eyes with round, pleading ones of his own.

“Later. I promise.” You bring your hands around to cup his face tenderly in your palms. “For now, let’s go get something to eat.”

The playful quirk of his brow informs you of what it is, exactly, that he intends to eat.

“Next time.” You say, a little more firmly.

He pouts, but listens nonetheless as he begins to pull his pants back on.

“Come on, Mars.” You smile lovingly at him, grabbing his hand in yours after he’s finished putting on his belt. 

You lick your lips, taking the time to admire him for the nth time this day as he stands before you.

“My Divine, if you keep staring at me like that…” He lets his words trail off, but the darkness you see swirling behind his eyes says it all.

“What?” You chuckle, a playful smirk pulling at your lips. “I said I was hungry.”

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kiwi's fic recs -> volume two!

volume one

hi, lovelies!! i wanted to use this post to shoutout all of the amazing fics i read over the months of november/december - it's been a tough couple months and therefore i wasn't able to read nearly as much as i wanted to, but in any case, these writers deserve all of the admiration and respect for sharing their talents with us. FOR FREE. y'all are fucking incredible

as always, if i list a series i've read recently, i'll be linking the series masterlist for easy access, and most of these fics are 18+ (mdni). please check each fic for individual tags and warnings; not everything is for everyone. so let's go!!

JOEL MILLER

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls -> let me tell you right now: jess is gonna do it every single time -> agora hills babyyyy! -> reader unleashes a monster in joel fr fr

Checkmate by @mandoisapunk -> call more men hunks!!!! i'm a huge advocate for the word hunk!!

Juniper by @softlyspector -> "if you believe it... i will too" and i died!!! sated by @softlyspector -> this is another of my favourite series because it's simply fucking stunning -> as i once said, "every single thing about this fic is like injecting the nectar of the gods straight into my veins"

Fuck Me Like You Mean It by @joelmillers-whore -> the dirty talk in this one made me lose a tooth i swear to fuck -> sleazy!dbf!joel

Meet Me in the Back by @atticrissfinch -> one of my fave fucking series for the pure sleaziness, dirty talk, filth, humour, etc. etc. etc. it's perfection and i love it okay

i found the door by @tinycozycomfort -> copying my comments from my reblog because nothing does this fic justice -> i literally have no jokes left this is genuinely some of the most stirring and beautiful writing i have EVER seen

just a taste by @covetyou -> so cuck!joel nearly destroyed me

honeysuckle by @5oh5 -> tick inspection turned smutty please enjoy from Eden by @5oh5 -> liv is such a stunning, evocative writer and this series has been a remarkable feat; it feels like a warm hug i never want to leave and i haven't even finished it yet

what happens after by @hellishjoel -> such a fun and fresh idea for a story AND done so beautifully!!!

Can't Help Myself by @fettuccin-e -> i've said it before and i'll say it again: queen of corrupted!joel -> joel is down so bad oh my god yes pls

daddy next door by @cavillscurls -> perfection perfection perfection -> mya i'm in love with you (real) -> the depth, the dynamics, the tension, the soft!joel, i'm fucking emo Movement by @cavillscurls -> chapter three of mafia!joel AKA me constantly screaming at mya over how much these two mean to me and why they're perfect for each other and also why meg should be my wife (i can cook meg pls)

autumn air by @swiftispunk -> YSD IS BACK AND WE RIDE AT DAWN -> stellar writing and overall an absolute treat to devour and everything i loved so much about ysd coming back full force good to me by @swiftispunk -> perhaps, dare i say, the hottest smut i've ever seen from hannah's fingertips and maybe the cause for my early death??? snowflakes, a fireplace, and you by @swiftispunk -> perfection in 13k words; i showed up expecting brilliance, got brilliance, and then left crying as an extra lil treat

Evermore by @netherfeildren -> i don't think i'll ever not be blown away by vic's writing but my god, this is incredible -> daddy!joel fucks his way through thanksgiving

Tangled Triumphs by @planet-marz1 -> ridiculously sweet and soft and lovely to read overall, my heart feels whole again

pretty little wife by @beardedjoel -> one of my all-time FAVE joel series -> so sexy and sweet and joel pls let me be your housewife

You like that? by @chloeangelic -> stepcest returns with a vengeance and this time joel gets a dickin

so much wine by @tieronecrush -> sam i'm in your walls for the angst in this fic but jesus you write it so well i can't even be mad and i'm MAD about that -> a beautiful exploration of joel's grief and his living loved ones being forced to cope with the fallout; stunning stunning stunning secret santa by @tieronecrush -> sam i'm in your walls again except this time it's because i need to be locked up for my reactions during this fic -> dbf!joel gets randy during christmas holy fuck

distracted by @psychedelic-ink -> to quote my rb: woodshop teacher mr. miller do you need a dog?? i can bark

baby, it's cold outside by @thetriumphantpanda -> friends to lovers with jackson!joel AND delicious smut that made my eyes melt yup

you're a mean one, mr. miller by @cupofjoel -> this made my heart grow three sizes -> heartwarming, sad, and hopeful all at once, and stunningly written because it's bea, you already know!!

christmas after all by @mrsmando -> mimi gave joel what he deserved and that is happiness and love and healing -> mimi never misses. now repeat it after me!

frosting by @joelsgreys -> vee's daddy dom!joel has bewitched me heart, mind, and pussy -> the dirty talk made me keel over, leaning tower of pisa style

these boots were made for riding by @pedgito -> um boot riding??? the dirty talk?? how can i say no?? holy fuck

FRANKIE MORALES

just married by @ilovepedro -> HUSBAND!FRANKIE -> he stays superior

flying high by @amanitacowboy -> stoner!husband!frankie everybody -> sweet AND filthy AND nefarious devoted husband activities

thinking about.....sub!frankie and bondage (drabble) by @swiftispunk -> jesus fucking take the wheel -> sub!frankie is hannah's motherfucking wheelhouse

object of my affection by @mrsmando -> ding ding!! you hear that?? it's time to sing mimi's praises -> bbf!frankie -> mimi is a master at conveying a narrative in short periods of time and it's always stunning sweet treat: part one & part two by @mrsmando -> these fics altered my brain chemistry, no lie -> frankie being so sweet and so soft and the two of them navigating a relationship together made my heart explode -> also: plus size!reader!! fuck yes!

vis-à-vis by @hier--soir -> yeah it's horny jail for me -> neighbour!frankie doesn't need to keep it in his pants, he needs to keep it in mine

new year's day by @hellishjoel -> frankie's filthy mouth is so special to me

JAVI P

give in to temptation by @joelscurls -> jess's writing is buttery smooth and so enthralling i literally can't help but fall in love -> infidelity but it's hot when it's javi (you're right jess and you should say it)

this mind of mine by @northernbluess -> born from the prompt: "i need to be punished" except it's el punishing me by wielding this prompt like a sword and stabbing me repeatedly

when i'm feeling alone, you remind me of home by @joelsgreys -> vee made me cry with this one i can't lie to y'all -> this was so tender and sweet and soooo fucking perfectly javier, this was an absolute blast to read

EZRA

devour (the entire universe) by @frannyzooey -> you're just going to have to read my reblog for this one because i think my entire brain just lifted out the top of my skull and floated away

MARCUS MORENO

The Dinner by @frannyzooey -> this one was a reread bc kelli never leaves my brain -> daddy kink and marcus yes please and thank you very much -> read this AGES ago on ao3 and was never the same again frankly!

again, i didn't read nearly as much as i wanted to in these past few months, but i really hope there's a fic for you in this list! all of these writers deserve so much love for what they do, so please feel free to check them out.

xoxo kiwi

[neptuneiris]

Hi!! I love all your modern aemond fics and no one writes him like you do but I’ve read all your stuff more than once and need new recs 😭 would you consider making a list of all your favourite modern aemond fics/authors? Would highly appreciate 🫶🏻🫶🏻

hello love! thank you so much for your very kind words, it means a lot to me that you like my writing so much🥺❤ and well, it's hard to make that list since I haven't found modern aemond fics lately, even you probably already read the same fics as me, but it doesn't hurt to re-read those too😊

curiosity by @aemxnd

i love this one shot, I always come back to it because absolutely everything is so good👌

teacher's pet by @sapphire-writes

this modern and professor aemond got me in my knees! the plot and the smut is incredible!

just a word by @onesapphireeye

I can't even explain what I feel reading this one shot, the angst and smut here is a delight😭

a little game by @endless-ineffabilities

another masterpiece, I loved it!

valentine's day by @vhagarlovebot

it has slight angst but it's so good, I loved reading this!

his property by @aegonification

there's no way you haven't read this, but if you haven't, what are you waiting for? girl this made me get down on my knees, this daddy aemond made me beg him for more😭👌

after the closing shift by @marthawrites

this author writes amazingly and this one shot…. uff, I don't even have words, just read it please🙏

"be quiet" by @youraverageaemondsimp

there's no way you didn't read this either, but you have to re-read it, give it the support it deserves, it's just amazing, fluffy and with the smut we deserve!

de facto by @humanpurposes

no words, simply amazing. I always love to read it, I can't get enough of it🙌

unhealthy addiction by @myfandomprompts and you were always with me

this girl here has really good fics and THIS ONE SHOT just confirms how well she writes, i love it! i also added a series by her that is not modern aemond but totally worth reading, it's amazing, i swear you won't regret it!

summer's end, autumn's beginning by @marthawrites

another one shot from this writer that had me completely captivated and in love, simply amazing👌

the winter formal by @valleyof-goldenlilies

this one its just SO COOL! and the smutt👀👌

baby said by @mydemimonde

SO HOT AND SO GOOD!

after hours by @sepherinaspoppies

this one had me all red and hot🥵

a fine line by @officialaemondtargaryen

this series has me biting my nails, I'm so excited to see what happens next! if you haven't read it, please read it and also give it lots of support that it deserves it!

growing on you by @huramuna

this broke me and gave me back my emotional stability at the same moment, incredible writing👌

rumble and sway by @targaryen-dynasty

SO HOT, SO HOT AND SO FUCKING GOOD!

one more night by @eraenaa

omg I don't even know what to say about this one shot, I loved it

hearts and handcuffs by @aemonds-fire-writes

this was definitely so good, I loved reading it all,

late night visitor by @valeskafics

omg this one shot-GIRL!

[odxrilove]

BIRTHDAY BOY (TEASER)

PAIRING: mingyu x f!reader

GENRE: fluff, friends to lovers, bday party!au? kinda confession!au, uni!au but not really mentionned

WARNINGS: , flirting, swearing, alchohol, drinking, one mention of being high (not yn or seventeen), etc typical party stuff, game of truth or dare, minghao is annoying x1 (jk), yn gets jealous a bit, yn and mingyu are in love ewwww, huge make-out session (borderline smut...) (JKKK. or am i), lots of tension + more?

WC: 440 for the teaser, +8.1k for the full fic

SYNOPSIS: It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him– completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.

A/N: this was supposed to be a cute short drabble for his bday but exams happened and suddenly i found myself writing 8k of tension during summer break. rec song - i dont understand but i luv u by seventeen 

FIC TAGLIST: @etherealyoungk @simpforyongbokk @luvhyun3 @haew0nz comment or ask/send an ask to be tagged!

back to masterlist !

THE FULL FIC IS OFFICIALLY OUT !

Mingyu hums, raising his head to look at the end of the hallway, where the door to the balcony is situated. When he returns his gaze to you, he tilts his head cutely, licking his lips. “You wanna wait by the balcony? I told the guests not to go on there too much so that i won’t get a noise complaint from the neighbors. I think it’s safe if you go there.” 

With a smile, you nod at Mingyu, “yeah, that would be great. Thanks.” You place one of your hands on the wall next to the kitchen before leaning in so he hears you better over the music. “Don’t die in there by the way! We haven’t even gone to Iceland yet like we planned to years ago– it would be a waste for you to miss out on our extravagant bucket list, right?”

Mingyu’s laugh fills your ears, the sound making you smile from ear to ear. “C’mon, who do you take me for? Seok– Oh sorry.” Mingyu cuts himself off, lifting his two hands in the air with one still holding all the shot glasses. The girl, who just bumped into Mingyu, and who you recognize as one of your classmates from your major, pushes her hair behind her ear, blushing at your friend. 

Before she leaves, she mumbles a few words, but the music is way too loud for you to make out what it was, and then she’s gone. 

You don’t pay too much attention to it, as does Mingyu, who’s already back to look at you. It’s not the first and certainly not the last time someone is going to bump into one of you two at his party. 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” You turn back to Mingyu, crossing your arms and making the silver necklace you’re currently wearing shine even more under the flashy led lights. 

“Ah, sweetheart, you never listen do you?” Mingyu brings his free hand up to your jaw, tapping on the underside of your chin with his index finger. “I said, you need to stop biting your lips when you’re nervous. They’re too pretty for that.” 

You can’t speak, your entire vocabulary having left your body. His hand then turns to cup the underside of your jaw, his thump grazing over your bottom lip, ultimately smudging a bit of your lipgloss. Your mouth falls open a bit at the shock but he doesn’t stop. “A pretty color.. for pretty lips. Suiting.” His thumb sweeps one last time over your lip before he retreats into the kitchen. 

“Wait for me by the balcony, I'll grab our drinks for us.” 

general taglist: @0x1lovebot @fairybinie @blaqpinksthetic @odetoyeonjun @pockyandme @soobin-chois @soobisms @junityy @kaimal @laylasbunbunny @jaeyunverse @enhacolor @honglynights @starry-mins @bibinnieposts @raevyng @yoonzin0 @hoeforcheol @pearlygraysky @4xiaojun

please do not copy, repost or steal any of my work. all content belongs to @odxrilove

[vinelark]

hello hi, i had never read anything for timkon before ever in my life until i stumbled across art for bbts that intrigued me and then i promptly read the whole thing in a night (and ruined my sleep schedule). you are a genius and your writing is masterful. take your time with the next update because i know a story like this takes a lot of effort and dedication and it will most certainly be worth a wait <3 but meanwhile, i wanted to ask if you have any timkon fic recs since i am now incredibly invested in these two (when/if you have a spare moment :)

hello! absolutely love to hear this, welcome to timkon 😌🙏

i do have some timkon recs!! here’s a previous list of some of my favs, and i’ll also add a few recent reads on top of that:

🗞️ The Plan by Hayleythewriter

in which conner kent fake-dates superboy, and ends up real-dating tim in the process. like all of @hearteyeshayley’s fics, the plot is snappy and fun with the best kind of mad genius weirdo tim characterization. the timkon dynamic is sweet and hilarious, and i especially love kon’s relationship with the kents here (there’s a line of dialogue from jon that made me laugh out loud at 3am). alsoooo the restaurant scene is, to me, peak timkon. go forth and enjoy the good food here.

💸 call me cute and feed me sugar by suzukiblu (wip)

last month an anon with very good taste recommended another one of this author’s fics to me, and in the process of looking for it i ended up reading this first and it is a delight. in superboy’s early-ish days, tim notices that kon doesn’t have a real support system yet/is still dependent on cadmus for room and board, and tim sets out to fix that in the most convoluted tim way possible. premise is hilarious and so is the fic, and it’s also sweet and emotional and has enough subtle angst to keep me on the hook too. fav line so far: “Tim thinks taking care of someone for the entire rest of their life is perfectly romantic, actually, but fine, he'll buy some damn aquarium tickets and then do the bank fraud.”

🧟 Young Justice: A Little Help From My Friends by Hayleythewriter (wip)

this one is weighted more evenly on the tim & kon & cassie & bart ensemble, and it’s incredibly fun so far. it’s a retake on young justice’s rocky road toward being a functional team—and, more importantly, friends—with some very compelling slow-burn timkon in which kon does not like robin at first (for some understandable reasons from his pov) and tim’s dreams of having instant superhero bffs like nightwing are crashing and burning around him. there are some tim pangs scattered throughout that are 🤌 very much to my taste 🤌 and i adore how messy and real all four characters are in this. (the emoji choice will make sense after reading, i swear.)

[sci-fi-disney-prince]

Garrett Hedlund Mini March Fic Madness

In honor of March Madness, I created this master list of Garrett Hedlund character fanfics and may update it even after March. This may not be mobile/tablet-friendly.

Note: This may not have all of the stories posted on Tumblr and/or elsewhere since I am only one person and could only find as much as I can and unfortunately get distracted by Garrett along the way. Also, these do not belong to me. These stories belong to these lovely fanfic writers credited below and to the people behind the original source material. Do keep in mind that many of these fanfics are targeted for 18 years of age and older, so reader discretion is advised.

Tagged: @the-blind-assassin-12 (the person behind March Fic Madness 2024)

Key: ❤️‍🔥 = Smut(ty)/Explicit 🍬 = Fluff ❤️‍🩹 = Angst

Updated as of May 5, 2024

Sci-fi-Disney-prince’s G.H. Corner coming soon

Special Events

@/triplefrontier-anniversary (A fanfic and art event to celebrate Triple Frontier's 5th anniversary which is run by @romanarose and @for-a-longlongtime that goes from March 1st-March 14th. Take out the slash to go to their page)

Masterlists

Mitch Keller x F!OC Waitress Oneshot Masterlist by @marmie-noir [Content warning: violence, sex, and 18+ content] ❤️‍🔥

TriFRambles’ Masterlist by @triframbles

Delta Landscaping Mainlist by @rhoorl ❤️‍🔥

Benny Miller Masterlist by @dameronscopilot [some 🍬, some ❤️‍🔥]

Garrett Hedlund Masterlist by @dameronscopilot 🍬❤️‍🔥❤️‍🩹

Benjamin "Benny" Miller Masterlist by @musings-of-a-rose [Some Fluff, Some Angst, Some Smut, some all of the above]

FishBen Rec List by @thirstworldproblemss [Some fluff, some angst, some smut, some all of the above]

phoenixhalliwell Masterlist by @phoenixhalliwell [includes Triple Frontier guys x Gender Neutral!reader]

Individual Stories

Triple Frontier

"Every Kiss Begins With A Mistletoe" by @kittyofalltrades [Santi and Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"Not So Silent Night" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Office Party Love" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader] 🍬

Sleepy Benny by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] 🍬

"I’m gonna keep you in love with me for a while" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader] ❤️‍🔥

"An Unexpected Discovery" by @pilothusband [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Benny's Favorite Librarian" by @kittyofalltrades [Benny x Reader]❤️‍🔥

"Before I Go" by @cowboystokes (deactivated) [Benny x Black!Reader (Co-Parents)]

"Drunk Poetry" by @violentdelightsandviolentends [Benny x female reader - Content warning: cursing and alcohol mention] 🍬

"I see my shot" by @writefightandflightclub [Benny x female reader - Content warnings: alcohol, mildly steamy making-out, swearing, “unrequited” feelings and implied possible public sex acts (fade to black).] ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

"I've loved you three summers now, honey, I want them all." by @bullet-prooflove [Benny x Reader]

"Disinhibition" by @busycryin [Benny x Reader - Content warning: Injury, bad words, mentions of sex] 🍬

"Slow Motion" by @miss-beep-beep [Benny x Viet!OFC - Content Warning - some cursing and kisses] 🍬❤️‍🩹

Four Brothers

"Hopper saves a boy’s pieces, Joyce puts him back together" by @imeanwhynotbruv (Jack Mercer Stranger Things AU/crossover - TW: abuse)

"Number" by @jackmercerenthuiast (Jack Mercer x Reader - Content warning: Mentions of drugs, alcohol, suggestive language, and gang violence)

Tron: Legacy

"Masks" by @ivorydragoness44 [Sam Flynn x Reader] ❤️‍🩹

"iii. morning kisses. waking up next to your significant other and pulling them up and capturing their lips to yours." by @solar-siren [Sam Flynn x Tron] 🍬

Tulsa King

More from other movies/shows/projects in the new masterlist

[la-bruja]

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Fanfiction Reccomendations

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hi im a little insane and i read way too many fics 💖

here are some fics I've enjoyed this week! so far it's mostly batman, danny phantom, and crossovers between those two! haha I need some variety I swear.

everything under the read more because I have fifteen (15) listed! <3 okay thanks for checking out my recs!!

(if the formatting is a little ugly, it's because i did this on the app on my phone <3)

(tumblr (app) is a peice of shit and deleted some of the fics i had on here. aaaaaaaaa) (i will try again next week)

»»———-DPxDC-———-««

Wait, I'm a What? by @atiyasnake

based on a tumblr post

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 31k+ Words. Last Updated June. 5k+ Kudos. Misunderstandings. Ghost King Danny. Accidental Crime Lord Danny. Cryptid Danny. Sentient Gotham.

He kept taking the cash from the assholes (and damn there were a lot of assholes near where he lived) messing with the residents who lived in the area. He kept accepting their offers of food. So because of this new routine that kept him able to afford to rent out his shitty (and possibly illegal) apartment and the hunger pangs sufficiently satisfied, rumors grew.

Like and Survive - Phantom’s Guide to Young Hero Survival by @robinasnyder

based on a tumblr post

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 73k+ Words. Last Updated July. 3k+ Kudos. Youtuber Danny. Ghost King Danny. Adult Danny. Good Parent Clark Kent. Therapist Jasmine Fenton.

Phantom is considered an old timer who deals with a small city and nowhere else. When he begins uploading videos with advice for young heroes, he hopes a few new heroes might avoid some of the pain he went through. He's shocked at just how popular his advice suddenly becomes.

Bus To Nowhere by @precarious-hermit

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 98k+ Words. Last Updated July. 20k+ Kudos. Ghost King Danny. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton.

After being on the run from his parents and the government for a couple of months, moving from town to town, Danny ends up in Gotham City and decides to risk staying in Batman's territory. He'd take the wrath of Batman over live vivisection via beloved parents or being studied and torn apart by the government. Besides, he's not a meta. Being dead is a medical condition.

The Firstborn Son by @faeriekit

Complete. Two-Shot. 7.5k Words. 1k+ Kudos. Ghost King Danny. The Infinite Realms. Dimension Travel. Accidental Child Acquisition. Child Endangerment. Mind Control. Horror.

Danny Phantom, a somewhat established ruler of the Ghost Zone, has unwittingly acquired a baby.

And. Well. He can't exactly keep it in Pariah's Keep. He's no parent, not to mention the huge problem of how the air and sky destabilize human cellular structure. There has to be a way to prove that the man is safer than the home the baby comes from.

...But the man has his own ward.

Hm. Danny can exploit this. What's an assessment without a little test?

Amity In The Ghost Zone by @ghostboybrainrot

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 7k+ Words. Last Updated March. 1k+ Kudos. Good Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton.

The city doesn't return on its own after Pariah Dark is defeated. Without knowing how to get the whole city back to the living world, Danny tries to evacuate the residents but most Amity Parkers don't really want to leave. Some people do, but many decide to stay. After all, Amity Park is their home, and the idea of having to start over somewhere new isn't very appealing. So the town, for the most part, continues on like normal.

Holding Me Now In Hand by @disillusioneddanny

Completed. Multi-Chaptered. 67k+ Words. 4k+ Kudos. Death Defying. Dick/Danny. Ghost King Danny. Teacher Danny. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton. Miscommunication. Identity Reveal.

After Tim Drake tells his family about his new insane chemistry teacher, Dick Grayson decides to do some investigation himself.

What he wasn't expecting was to instantly fall in love with the chaotic science teacher.

Our Empty Graves by @nabtime

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 63k+ Words. Last Updated July. 3k+ Kudos. Graphic Depictions of Violence. Dead On Main. Jason/Danny. Slowburn. Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton. Hazmat AU. Mute Danny. Hurt/Comfort.

They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. Rival gangs say he's vicious, that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

death echoes by @redskyeatnight

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 38k+ Words. Last Updated June. 9k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Ghost King Danny. BAMF Danny. Creepy Danny.

Cold air on the back of his neck. Skeletal fingertips skittering up his spine, barely there and yet pressing so hard they would surely leave indents. A sound like an iceberg cracking apart echoing in his ears and through his head, pain following in its wake.

His throat went cold, his tongue suddenly numb.

And for a second - just a second - he smelled nothing but the stench of death.

"Oh My God, I'm Becoming My Father." by @fanfiction-artist-prototype

Incomplete. Three-Shot. 22k+ Words. Last Updated June. 1k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Misunderstandings. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. Blood and Injury. Accidental Child Acquisition. Implied/Reference Underage Prostitution. Protective Jason Todd.

Dani needs money, there's only so long her human body can last without food, and she lost the credit card Sam gave her when she crash-landed in Gotham city bay. So, she decides she's going to go the one guy she knows exists in Gotham that will help a kid down on their luck no questions asked - Red Hood.

Last time she'd seen Danny, he'd told her that there were rumours the Red Hood was undead, so he was the safest option for a halfa like her.

Hatred At First Sight by Sagoberattare

based on a tumblr post

Complete. One-Shot. 1k Words. 4k+ Kudos. SoulHate AU. Danny Phantom is a Little Shit.

Until the Joker looked at the skrunky kid in a ratty hoodie that looked like he could be a Wayne adoptee. And they both froze for a good minute.

And like some kind of demented switch got flipped the kid snarled and (still with his hands tied behind his back mind you) launched himself at the Joker.

Back to the World, In the End by @akela-nakamura

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 9k+ Words. Last Updated June. 800 Kudos. Halfa Jason Todd. Heavy Angst. Supernatural illnesses. Jason Todd is Not Okay. Eventual Comfort.

Jason's been sick for weeks and nothing he does seems to help. He's not ready for his confrontation with the Bat. He's not ready for his plans to fall apart when they've barely begun.

But his illness isn't stopping. One warm Gotham night, he hits a metaphorical wall.

Nightwing finds Red Hood on a rooftop. It's been a long night, but it might be looking up. After all, finally capturing the Red Hood will make Gotham that much safer.

Inquisitive by @oliveofvanders

Completed. One-Shot. 1k+ Words. 2k+ Kudos. Journalist Danny. Danny is a Little Shit. Damien Wayne Loves Animals. Crack Treated Seriously.

Damian has a very specific way of dealing with reporters – show them the animals, that usually scares them off.

Danny, however, has seen weirder shit in his lifetime.

Like Betta Fish Do by @clockwayswrites

Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 48k+ Words. Last Updated July. Updates Bi-Weekly. 7k+ Kudos. Dead On Main. Jason/Danny. Ghost King Danny. Halfa Jason. Canon-Typical Violence. Jason Todd Needs a Hug. Danny Fenton Needs a Hug. Lazarus Side Effects. Identity Reveal.

Danny had ended up trespassing in Jason's haunt. He didn't mean to. Total accident, he swears. (He blames Johnny.) So he bought the other halfa a basket of bathbombs and chocolate as a 'sorry, please don't disembowel me' gift. It was the proper thing to do, alright?

Everything was going to be just fine.

Then things got a little out of hand.

»»———-Batman-———-««

Send To All by @cairoscene

Completed. One-Shot. 3k Words. 5k+ Kudos. Emails. Epistolary. Poison Ivy Adjacent.

I, _____________, hereby acknowledge that this form represents my wishes should I contract phytoaphrodisiac-induced delirium (hereafter referred to as “PAID”) during engagements with or while apprehending Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley (“Poison Ivy”).

»»———-Danny Phantom-———-««

and they were roommates by @captainbrookeworm

Completed. One-Shot. 9k+ Words. 400 Kudos. ChatFic. Humor. Memes. Crack. Crack Treated Seriously. Post-Canon. Identity Reveal.

Mr. Lancer’s English Class Group Chat

Wes Weston: FINALLY

Wes Weston: INDISPUTABLE PROOF

Tucker Foley: For the last time the moon landing was NOT faked!!!!

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[dreamerwasntfound]

Kpop Writers and Fic Recs

List of Kpop Fanfic writers I follow and the fic I found them with (if there is one)!!

Warning: Very Long List :)

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✎ @remedyx > Boyfriend for Hire (Series) ♡ BTS OT7 x Reader # N/A ➤ n/a 🗨 Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of losing your freedom drives you to seek help from a group of individuals you’d least expected.

✎ @bebejungkook > Gym Bunny (Series) ♡ Jungkook x Reader # N/A ➤ Toxic friends, reader learns to love herself, cuss words, accidental boners, some mean comments about reader from her friends and Kooks bestie who hates YN. 🗨 After being tired of feeling insecure you decided to take your friends advice and hit the gym. The only problem is you don’t know what to do, but luckily the very muscular and scary guy next to you offered to teach you a couple things. He just also happens to be the sweetest man you’ve ever met and not scary at all. You catch yourself falling in love with him on your journey of self love, but old insecurities stop you from doing anything about it.

✎@your-daily-biaswrecking > You sit on his lap in the car and he cums in his pants + but, check out their m.list ♡ Kim Namjoon x Reader # Drabble ➤ n/a 🗨 Like the title says ;)

✎ @m-yg93 > Solace ♡ Kim Namjoon x Reader # 13.5k ➤ Brief blood mention from a cut, mention of minor character death (sickness), fingering, hand job, big dick joon, belly bulge, unprotected sex, mentions of choking, creampie, dirty talk, inconsistent POV 🗨 Namjoon thought getting used to a new roommate would take time and adaptation but you fit yourself into his apartment with ease. He swears he only landed in your bed to keep you safe in his arms when you get spooked by the storm. Surely he can blame the eventual lack of clothing on the summer’s heat stroke.

✎ @joonsytip > Anonymously Yours ♡ Hong Joshua x Fem!Reader # 18.6k ➤ Fluff, Angst, Humour (broken coz mine), high school au, enemies to lovers au, strangers to lovers au, anonymously yours au. 🗨 After an accidental text message turns into a digital friendship, you and Joshua start crushing on each other without realizing you both see each other frequently in real life.

✎ @peekaboongi > Snake Kisses (& Defense Against the Dark Farts) ♡ Yoongi x Reader # 8.5k (& 2.2k+) ➤ Licking kink? masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism (kinda?), slight? biting kink, dom!yoongi, sort of aphrodisiac? idk his spit makes you kinda sorta sensitive does that count as a spit kink? fingering, oral (female receiving), orgasm denial, degradation, name calling, spanking, pet names (he calls her princess), cumplay,  unprotected sex, humiliation, handjobs, choking, creampie, like mild cum inflation? overstimulation. oh dear god this is more than I thought it was. (& dom yoongi but also soft yoongi, one tiny possible spoiler for the very last harry potter movie, sad danger noodle yoongle, oral (male), handjobs, yoongi has two dicks, one (1) spank, yoongi spits on her hand, unprotected sex, degradation, name calling, pet names (he calls he princess), tiny bit of begging not really, i think that’s it) 🗨 You are grossly unprepared for the snake hybrid that enters your life. Yoongi is quiet and sneaks around you but eventually, even the cold reptile warms up to you. (& While trying to get Yoongi to take the full Pottermore sorting quiz, you discover something that he’s self-conscious about. Lucky for him, you love every part of him, snake bits and everything. ↳ defensive snake farts are a thing, apparently)

✎ @whatifyoulivelikethat > (seven) days a week ♡ jungkook x reader # N/A ➤ rated M (18+) for language (reader swears a lot); strangers-to-lovers; vague allusions to a loveless childhood and bad parenting (no specifics); JK might be insane and you do tell him that he is; slight crack; fluff; smut (fem reader, fucking with clothes on and off, m and f-receiving oral, light hair pulling, fingering, nipple play, choking, penetrative sex, handjob); non-idol!BTS – persistent!Jungkook x noona, def tsundere!reader lol ft instigator-cupid!Park Jimin setting them up 🗨 It only takes seven days (a week) for Jeon Jungkook to get you in his bed to fuck you right. And showing up in weird places. And kissing in the rain. He’s crazy. Okay, it’s kinda complicated.

✎ @httpjeon > lovebug ♡ jimin/reader # 12k ➤ spider hybrid!jimin, hybrid mistreatment/bullying, love self esteem/self-worth, arguments, crying, physical altercation between jimin & reader, name-calling, attachment anxiety, possessiveness, kissing, scenting, dom!jimin, manhandling, size kink/difference, fingering, dirty talk, cunnilingus, sensitivity kink, wet & messy, lots of cum, cumflation, jimins duality 🗨 hybrids are lovable companions for humans. unfortunately, most people simply want a cat or dog with which they can cuddle and love on. while looking for one to adopt, a lonesome hybrid of an unusual breed catches your eye.

✎ @solemnreads > Way Back Home (Series) ♡ jungkook x reader # N/A ➤ parents au, single parent, coparenting, chaebol, ceo jungkook, assistant reader, jeon twins, one of the babies has a weak heart, smut 🗨 "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

✎ @dovechim > the singularity theory (m) (Series) ♡ yoongi x reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 in your last year of undergrad, you find out what a gloryhole is at the expense of your final year thesis. it’s a classic example of a psychology experiment that went way, way wrong. but how were you to know that a certain min yoongi would be sticking his dick into your life?

✎ @jeonstudios > drown for you (Series) ♡ siren!jk x f reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 there was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. all you knew was that you weren’t allowed inside the room and that it used to hold something dangerous.

✎ @barbika1508 > Lacuna (Series) + M.List ♡ Hybrid!Jeongguk x reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 posted on each chapter

✎ @btssmutgalore > Nude (Series) ♡ Taehyung x reader # N/A ➤ smut 🗨 You accidentally send a nude to Taehyung, a fuckboy you definitely shouldn't have been thinking about, despite already kissing him. The fact that he's your roommate's best friend doesn't help your situation at all.

✎ @joonberriess > Jock!JK (Series) + M.List ♡ jock!jungkook x reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter

✎ @dreamescapeswriting > BTS Reactions + M.List

✎ @taesbetch > To Own A Hybrid (Series) + M.List ♡ Jungkook x Reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 the hybrid world was one y/n never really involved herself in; however, after certain events, she is tossed into a world of uncertainty in the company of a particularly rude hybrid. 

✎ @gothvkth > sensitive ♡ Jeon Jeongguk x GN!Reader # 2k+ ➤ self conscious jk, sensitive jk, nipple play, pussy pocket, vibrator, dirty talk, whiny jk, orgasm denial, sub jk, dom reader, pre-discussed kinks and wtv, safe sane and consensual, jk hugs a pillow to his chest like a cutie, a hint of dacryphilia, jk cries but he loves it. 🗨 you two have been friends since the beginning of time. after finally getting together, you guys had a miscommunication problem regarding your sex life in concern that jeongguk didn't want you but truth is, he's just a sensitive boy, too sensitive.

✎ @taleasnewastime > Purr-haps I like you ♡ Yoongi x Reader # 11.6k ➤ An abandoned cat; the cat gets ill at one point. 🗨 You have a no pets policy where you live, but when you find a tiny kitten in a box on the side of the road, what can you do but bring it home with you? The only problem? The landlord who made the no pets rule, also happens to be your flatmate.

✎ @kookslastbutton > Too Late to Dream (Series) ♡ professor!jungkook x fem!artist!Reader # 16.5k (TBA) ➤ 8-year age gap, professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), lots of family drama, fighting, pent-up issues/desires, jk has daddy issues, therapy, sexual content + more specific warnings per chapter 🗨 You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

✎ @stylesluxx > Eight Years (Series) ♡ poly!ceo!bts x reader # N/A ➤ angst (and more, posted on each part) 🗨 in which they fall out of love

✎ @jcwriting > There's A First Time For Everything ♡ idol!namjoon x reader # 2.8k ➤ swearing, oral (m receiving), face fucking, choking, reader has a painful thigh kink (don’t we all), overuse of the word thigh 🗨 namjoon has never had a blowjob before. you’re about to change that.

✎ @minnochu > Lustrous (Series) ♡ Hybrid!Kook x Reader

✎ @appreciatethefoolishness > Bunny Trouble (Series) ♡ jeongguk x reader

✎ @numinousher > Combined Beings (Series) + M.List ♡ mafia/ceo!bts x chubby!reader # N/A ➤ cursing, a bit of mature content ( English isn’t my first language so just to warn you all 😭),  deep conversations based on beauty standards, body dysmorphia, mental health issues, harassment/bullying, gore/violence 🗨 You are bullied on a constant because korea’s beauty standards do not fit girls on the heavier side. The bullying gets worse once a ceo is attracted to you and he mentions you to the other 6.

✎ @secretbangtnn > Until I bleed out (Series) ♡ poly!BTS x hybrid!reader # N/A ➤ mentions of sexual assault and sex trafficing, violence, mentions of homelessness, mental problems, panic attacks, reader is scared of everything, bts just wants to help, smut later, mentions of abo, to be added… 🗨 Hybrids always were discriminated against, the laws passing over years changed nothing, collars still needed to be seen on those innocent necks like some kind of label. Cruelty was something the hybrids faced on daily basis, sex trafficing or illegal fighting it still felt as if those humans treated everything like pets. Situation you however found yourself in, was kind of different - not worse not better but still so bad you did not know if the next day would be yours, and when the winter started coming with big steps it was only a matter of time when the freezing cold would eat you alive. Unless one silent night a little too loud striped tiger decides to break your calm nap with a clumsy package of long limbs after him who just could not leave your tired and scared self alone…

✎ @20moonchild21 > Sehncucht - Discontinued? ♡ Hybrid!BTS x human!female!oc # N/A ➤ fluff, angst, humor, smut (later), mentioning of sexual assaultment, abuse, violence, friendship, love, dark themes 🗨 Hope is your average New York college girl, who is only one step away from reaching her big dream and becoming a lawyer for Hybrid rights. Never would she have thought, that one night, where she heard a whimpering coming from a dark alley, could turn her whole word upside down.

✎ @strlstlvr > skz finding your old fan tweet for them (hyung line linked, also maknae line version available) ♡ skz x reader # N/A ➤ smau, crack, a wee bit suggestive in changbins🫣 🗨 of course you were always their biggest fan, too bad they took a deep dive and found out how obsessed you actually were

✎ @alternateafterthought > Golden Time (Series) + M.List ♡ hybrid!jungkook x reader # 30k+ ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 Y/N has been rescuing and recovering hybrids her entire life. Now she has inherited her grandparent’s hybrid sanctuary. It was a normal rescue, get the hybrid, recover him and give him a choice, stay on the sanctuary or find a life for himself. Why was this one so different?

✎ @idkcantthinkofaname > It takes time (Series) ♡ bts x reader # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 after finally getting the house y/n always wanted, she find a hybrid hiding in an old shed. Unlike most people who find strays, y/n doesn’t turn him into h.c mainly because there was a lot of shady things that happened with the hybrid control in the area.

✎ @jiminrings > 4-7-8 (Series) ♡ jungkook x reader # N/A ➤ semi-heavy angst (pls take a break when necessary!!), emotional constipation, no cheating happens here btw (neither physical nor emotional), self-loathing, miscommunication, based on the moral dilemma of whether or not it's okay to be friends with ur ex, intense yearning + specified tags in each installment! 🗨 you're secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren't so secure about is his first love - someone who isn't you. alternatively, jungkook's married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

✎ @ya9amicide > Redamancy (Series) ♡ ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc # N/A ➤ posted on each chapter 🗨 Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too. To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest. But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

✎ @sue-bts > Teething ♡ Bunny!Jungkook x Reader # N/A ➤ much smut very sin wow, biting, pet/owner (he is of age, hybrid stuff makes the developmental process- i.e. teething- a bit slowed but he’s 19) 🗨 (Requested) Can you do one where hybrid Jungkook is going through his heat and he just needs dom!y/n so bad, but she just loves to see him beg and practically dry hump her leg. Can you add dirty talk in there too. I don’t care what he’s mixed with.

✎ @eternal-mikrokosmos > Stubborn Hugs (Series) ♡ Hybrid Namjoon x Reader, occasional ot7 x reader, ot7 x ot7 # N/A ➤ posted in each chapter 🗨 After helping out a koala and bunny hybrid, your bring them home with your other hybrids to adjust. But a certain koala doesn’t seem tho get the concept of being cared for without a catch. Having your own set of secrets, it already proves difficult to gain their trust and getting them to stay with you at the same time. Your hybrids already know everything about you and are willing to sacrifice whatever it takes to keep you safe.

✎ @arrianna21 > Hybrid!Taegi Masterlist + M.List ♡ cathybrid!yoongi/doghybrid!taehyung/reader # N/A ➤ posted in each chapter

✎ @gimmesumsuga > Pink Panther ♡ Jin x reader # 13k ➤ Graphic descriptions of sex, oral sex (female receiving), impregnation kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk 🗨 ‘The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are’ - Hybrid!AU

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✎ @borathae > Masterlist

✎ @tasteleeknow > Masterlist

✎ @ffsarchive > Masterlist

✎ @guess-whos-now-a-mood > Pretty Moodboards

✎ @taetae-tea > Masterlist

✎ @yeontanismypresident > Masterlist

✎ @jinniesboy > Masterlist

✎ @baepsaets > Posts in General

✎ @secret-kpoplibrary > Masterlist

✎ @thereaderstea > Masterlist

✎ @jamaisjoons > Masterlist

✎ @ahundredtimesover > Masterlist(s)

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[skzhua]

Hyunjin fics recommendations | SKZHUA

~ : personal favourites

I’ll keep updating this list as I keep reading. Props to all the writers here for their amazing work, you’re doing great.

WARNING: Some of these are 18+ so please look at the warnings before reading.

MAIN FIC RECS LIST

Enemies-to-lovers!(demigod)Hyunjin by @taelme | 18k+ words

enemies-to-lovers!au (kind of, i feel like it wasnt that extreme but more of a dislike-to-lovers lol), demigod!au (fluff, slight angst? its rly not much, a lot of confusion on reader’s part) 

~ watercolor by @jinhyun (series) ONGOING

social media au, angst, fluff, pining, unrequited love, slow burn, college au, dance major hyunjin, art major reader.

just in case by @the7thcrow | 8.6k words

fluff. angst. suggestive. romcom. office au. valentine’s day au. coworkers to lovers. slight enemies to lovers.

~ nobody compares to you by @scxrlettwxtches | ~7k words

fluff, slight angst, friends to enemies to lovers (yeah, crazy right?)

~ Hyunjin’s Playlist by @chocojjk | 5.2k words

college student! hyunjin x college! student reader; strangers to lovers?

~ back in time by @changbeanie | 5.3k words

fluff, angst, time travel au.

~ forward in time by @/changbeanie | 6.8k words

Spin-off of back in time, time travel au, fluff, angst.

~ it’s knot you by @/changbeanie | 5.9k words

fluff, angst, soulmate au.

cobblestones by @cbseung (series, 10 parts) COMPLETE

fluff! lowkey enemies to lovers! royalty au.

bits of stardust. by @jeonginks | 16.8k+ words *author closed their blog*

historical au, fluff, angst, strangers to lovers.

mental patient! hyunjin by @serenhyunjinity | 2k+ words

“one side of me wants to love you but the other wants to see your blood spill from every inch of your body”

seven things by @utopianvoices | 4.3k words

enemies to lovers au (kinda); fluff.

~ erubescent. by @cle1024 | ~12k words

angst, fluff, bad boy!au, florist!au, high school!au, enemies to lovers!au.

Ice by @healinghyunjin | 4.5k words

genre: romance, angst, fluff, smut; mafia!AU, strangers-to-lovers, 18+

~ There Is Magic Between Us by @mxxndreams | 19.1k words *author privated it*

one-shot, fluff, angst, attempted humour, low fantasy, frenemies to lovers, swimmer!hyunjin, merman!hyunjin, witch!reader, high school!au, modern-day setting.

beauty and the beast by @froggybaek | 9.4k words

fluff, angst, beauty and the beast au.

For you, For us, For Them by @mrs-i-have-too-many-biases | 25.9k words

Fluff/ Angst, Fantasy au, Fairy au, Enemies to Lovers, Kind of Slowburn!Fluff?, Knight Fairy!Hyunjin X Princess Fairy!Reader.

~ DESCENT TO HELL. by @hwangsify | 13.7k+ words

fallen angel au, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers au, hwang hyunjin x gn reader, former bang chan x gn reader.

boy next door by @strayed-quokka | 4.9k words

fluff, smut, angst, childhood friends, happy ending, porn with somewhat a plot (backstory mostly)

~ NEVERENDING STORY by @crispy-chan | 23k words

fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, AU.

~ the dating experiment by @caseiloveu | 12.1k words *author privated it*

fake dating!au, friends to idiots to lovers, fluff, angst, happy ending (i hope), slightly suggestive at best, kissing, food mention, swearing, misunderstanding, murder thread (not real, we're only fed up), best friend!felix, i literally loved this idea so much, i'm so sorry if i crash you tumblr app, maknae line cameo, minho is part of the squad but not in the story.

burn for you by @inniejeonginnie | 8.3k words

angst? fluff? no idea. happy ending :)

just stay with me by @straywrds | 17k words

coworkers to friends to lovers, romance, smut.

~ bad ideas by @yuggyee | 13.8k words *author closed their blog*

Fluff (and a bit of angst?), setup date, hyunjin has a twin brother named sam hwang.

~ two types of fireworks by @chanluster | 21.2k words

tangled! au, historical! au.

~ the duke and i by @/chanluster | 32.3k words

mature, fluff, bridgerton! au, f2l! au, noble! reader, duke! hyunjin.

~ Falling From Grace by @lixesque | 15.4k words *author closed their blog*

fluff and angst but there’s a happy ending.

Clover Prince by @chaninfused | 25.7k words

Fantasy. A little violence. Fluff. Some angst.

Snowed In by @moonjxsung | 7.9k words

+18, Mdni! forced proximity, exes-to-lovers.

~ The snow falls, we fall apart. by @astraystayyh | 13k words

producer student!hyunjin x reader. roommates!au. friends to lovers. acute descriptions of heartbreak and general sadness. slow burn. hurt/comfort. healing and hopeless romantic hyune. very inspired by long for you so lots of pining and yearning.

~ ace by @forlix | 15.2k words

volleyball player!hyunjin x tutor!reader (gn), college!au, sports!au, fake enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, humor, hurt/comfort, slice of life, mutual pining, slow burn. hyunjin is a huge flirt. mc #DGAF. two polar opposites sharing one soul. a seungjin fic if u squint. loosely inspired by the manga/anime haikyuu!!

[catws-anniversary]

Thank you to everybody who has contributed to this event! We've surpassed 260 creations and there will be another masterlist at the weekend to pick up the last few that are in the queue and coming in throughout the last day or so of the event. We'll be posting a wrap up message too!

All contributions below are steve/bucky unless indicated otherwise.

THEME: TO THE END OF THE LINE

The REAL Captain America the Winter Soldier Poster by @pooslie [fanart]

the dream i dreamed was not denied me... by @outerjersey [fanart]

Tried to drift but don't know how by @dharmasharks [fanfic, e]

untitled by @somanywords [fanart]

Til the end of the line by @buckys-wintersoldier [fanfic, t]

self-portrait by @skullfragments [meta, fanart]

To The End of the Line by @thisonesatellite [video]

cause i'm with you til the end of the line pal by @gyokujyn [remix]

Prompt: "Schoolyard and battlefield"

because you're the reason (swear it) by @howliesbarnes [fanfic, t]

we've had too many next times already by @gyokujyn [remix]

Prompt: 1940s

Dig My Grave, Both Wide and Deep by @hail-americas-ass [fanfic, t]

i stopped remembering the exact weight of your hand and now i only know it with a knife by @gyokujyn [remix]

1943 Tastes of 1949 With a Tinge of Illusion by @vostok3-ka [poetry, bucky barnes]

Inseparable on schoolyard and battlefield (Day 10) by @voylitscope [fanfic, g]

Prompt: Devotion

Devotion by @yourbuckies [gifset]

What if Bucky came to the hospital? by @estelior [fanart]

we have time (do we?) by @unlifeira [fanfic, t]

Devotion by @yourbuckies [gifset]

the safe word is jersey by @gyokujyn [remix]

but you can't seem to convince them of that by @gyokujyn [remix]

you either die young or live long enough to become the cautionary tale by @gyokujyn [remix]

Devotion by @ace-bucket [fanart]

Prompt: Helicarrier

Helicarrier [fanfic, t, steve rogers]

Are You A Mirage, Upon This Arctic Tundra? by @theflailing [fanfic, t]

You Know Me by @steveybucky [fanfic, t]

this is not what getting railed means by @gyokujyn [remix]

sorry officer we'll remember to use the gag next time by @gyokujyn [remix]

I need you today by @metalbvcky [gifset]

the good news is it can't be illegal if there's no word for it by @gyokujyn [remix]

yes even that by @gyokujyn [remix]

Prompt: Identity Porn

that'll teach me by @gyokujyn [remix]

walt disney did not prepare me for this body count by @gyokujyn [remix]

Prompt: Reunion

For Reasons Wretched and Divine (Ch.10) by @mandyyvibes [fanfic, m, polyamory]

or die trying by @gyokujyn [remix]

Prompt: Favorite Stucky Scene

Favorite Stucky Scene by @riricitaa [gifset]

Other works

HTP Fic Recs: Hidden Gems by @5ummit [rec list, hydra trash party]

sometimes i hold you closer (just to know you're real) by @moodymelanist [fanfic, t]

For You, I Would Cross The Line by @partofthefandom and @buckybarneslovescats [fanfic, t]

Heaven Only Knows [fanfic, t]

Don't Look Back [fanfic, t, sharon/rumlow]

On Another War [fanfic, t, sam wilson, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, bucky barnes]

[mint-yooxgi]

{5} - Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humour, Smut (let's go for a ride)

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Jongho)

Words: 13,630

Warnings: Smut: scenting, slight hair pulling (male rec.), fingering (fem. rec.), biting, blood play and bloodletting, edging, thigh riding, marking (male rec.), minor breast play, squirting, dirty talk (lots of it), possessive talk (both ways), switch tendencies, very, very minor primal play to start, implied cockwarming at the end. Some references to Beauty and the Beast at the beginning. I think that's it, but let me know if I missed anything! This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I really hope you all enjoy this chapter!! I honestly had a lot of fun writing it, cause it starts off really cute and then escalates quite quickly. Finally, Baby Bear gets his time to shine!! I literally cannot wait for the upcoming chapters, cause this is sort of the catalyst to them hehehe anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I don’t do tag lists.

Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

“So, you’ve always wanted to hug a bear?”

It’s about mid-afternoon the following day when Jongho poses the question, somewhat casually. He continuously spares glances at you from over his book, but you’ve noticed that he hasn’t turned the page in quite some time. He’s really not as subtle as he thinks.

“Where’s this coming from all of a sudden?” You chuckle, eyes darting up to meet his own as your finger caresses the side of your own novel.

The two of you are currently sitting in the library. You rest on one end of the couch, legs stretched out before you as your feet rest on his thighs. Jongho has long since angled himself towards you, one hand gently resting over your ankles as you keep them crossed over him for the moment.

“Just a mild curiosity, is all.” He hums, attempting to shift his focus back onto the page in front of him.

“Nothing to do with the little comment I made towards you after the fact?” You quirk a brow teasingly.

Red begins to creep up his neck as he suddenly finds the novel before him extremely fascinating. “Just curious, is all.”

You simply hum in response, turning to the next page.

“You know,” he continues. “You’ve never really asked us to shift for you before.”

“I’m aware.” Your voice is light, a teasing lilt still found in your tone.

“If you want something, you need only tell us.” He says, staring intently at his book. “You know we’d- I’d be more than happy to oblige.”

“Jongho,” his name is but an affectionate chuckle from your lips, “If you’d like for me to ask you to shift into a bear so I can cuddle you, all you need to do is tell me.”

“I just don’t understand,” he closes his book softly, resting it on the arm of the couch beside him. “If this is something you’ve always wanted to do, why wouldn’t you have told us sooner?”

You remain quiet, pursing your lips slightly. Then, you’re taking a somewhat deep breath in.

“I just never want it to seem that that’s all I want from you.” You say, voice low as your thumb traces over the cover of your novel. “As much as I love your powers, I never want any of you to think that that’s all I care about. You’re more than that, and I never want to be selfish.”

“Darling, you do realize that that’s not selfish at all, right?” He shifts forward, hand sliding up your leg to rest over your shin now. “Especially not when we offer. Not when we want you to ask. I know for a fact that seeing that wondrous expression light up your eyes makes us all happy beyond content. The fact that we are the ones causing such joy to appear on your features means the world to us. We just want to take care of you, and if we can impress you while doing so, we’ll do it in a heartbeat.”

You lift your eyes to meet his gaze.

“We only want to make you happy,” he continues, nothing but sincerity shining on his features. “To make all of your dreams come true. All you have to do is ask.”

“Alright.” Retracting your legs from his lap, you sit forward on the couch. “I’ll do my best to be more honest and open about my desires going forward, then.”

“Please do, Darling.” He smiles, reaching over to place a hand onto your thigh. “I know I’m not the only one always dying to know what you’re thinking about. Especially when it concerns us.”

The corner of your lips quirk upwards. “The feeling is very much mutual, Baby Bear.”

Jongho’s eyebrows raise amusedly, his lips parting as red returns to his neck. “Baby Bear?”

“Yeah,” you grin, eyes crinkling at the sides as you shift closer to him. “To be honest, I’ve always wanted to call you that. Ursaring is another.”

“Oh?” A certain smugness dances within his gaze as he meets your own. “Why Baby Bear, though?”

“You remind me of one.” You reply simply, resting your head gently on his shoulder.

“A bear cub?” His brow furrows slightly, loving the way your fingers intertwine with his own in the next second.

“Just a bear in general.” You say, brushing your thumb along the skin on the back of his hand. “Big, strong, fiercely protective, and loyal. Not to mention intelligent.”

A pleased rumble escapes him at your words.

“If I’m being honest, I’ve always pictured it being you whenever I fantasized about hugging a bear.” You admit, and you feel him pull you closer into his side. “Which is another reason for the nickname. That, and you’re My Baby. My Baby Bear.”

A low, content growl reaches your ears. 

Jongho swears his heart is about to leap out of his chest, only emphasized by the pleasant hum you give him in response. The way you’re currently looking at him, eyes hooded as a loving smile pulls at your lips means the world to him.

“You can call me whatever you damn well please if it means you looking at me like this at all times.” His voice rumbles out, nothing but a low drawl as he leans into your neck. Gently, his nose brushes against your skin, nuzzling you softly. “I absolutely adore it when you do.”

“Oh?” This time, it’s your turn to quirk a brow. “And just how do I look at you when I’m like this?”

Jongho takes a moment to answer, pulling away to stare deeply into your eyes.

“Like I’m one of the most attractive males you’ve ever seen in your life.” He breathes, another pleased growl reverberating from inside of his chest. “As if you want to devour me whole. Like I’m yours.”

“You are, Baby Bear.” You smile, bringing a hand up to cup the side of his face tenderly. “Not only are you one of the eight most attractive men I have ever seen in my life, but I count myself lucky every day that I get to call you mine.”

Jongho’s heart positively flutters within his chest, his breath hitching as your words wash over him. Always, he has dreamed about hearing those words fall from your lips, and now that they have, he is flooded with an immeasurable sense of happiness. Nothing but love is in his gaze as he looks at you, leaning into your touch shamelessly as he brings a hand up to place over your own.

“Not a day passes by where I am not grateful to have you in my life, My Darling.” He breathes, voice low as his eyes fall shut. “You have truly consumed me in the best of ways. My soul has come alight again, and it is all because of you.”

“Jongho,” your expression softens, heart swelling inside your chest at his admission.

“I may not be the best at expressing myself through spoken words like some of my brothers, but for you, I will never hesitate to try.” His eyes blink open, and the sincerity you can see shining there takes your breath away. “Which is why when I learn that there are things that I can do for you, that you want, I will jump at every opportunity to do them. I only want to make you happy, Darling. Please, won’t you let me?”

“I don’t need fancy words, Jongho.” You tell him earnestly. “I value your presence. You don’t need to say anything. I find comfort in just being with you.”

Again, his breath hitches. A moment later, and he’s leaning forward to rest his forehead against your own.

“Then, will you let me do this for you?” He holds you close, voice but a mere whisper.

“Only if you let me ask, first.” You tease lightly, a grin pulling at the corner of your lips.

“Please do.” He breathes out.

Leaning the slightest bit away from him, you stare deeply into his eyes.

“Jongho,” you begin, a gentle smile now gracing your features, “Will you let me hug you as a bear?”

His eyes shine with an unfiltered glee as he squeezes your hand still resting over his cheek. “I would love nothing more.”

Parting from you, Jongho stands from the couch. He can feel your eyes on him as he steps off to the side, ensuring that there’s enough space for what he’s about to do. Slowly, his smile begins to morph into a smug grin, brushing tenderly against your mind with his own.

A blink, and a great, brown grizzly bear is standing right before your very eyes. You can hardly keep the wonder off of your face as you spring up from the couch, rushing over to him as your lips part.

“That’s incredible!” Your hands find purchase on his side, feeling the intricate softness of his fur beneath your touch.

A pleased chuckle escapes him, and you watch as he turns his head to nuzzle his snout against you. The movement practically sends you toppling into his shoulder, your arms falling against his side to support you as he snorts out another laugh.

“Don’t laugh! You did that on purpose!” You playfully scold him, hearing him huff out another amused puff of air in response.

Again, you feel him brush up against your mind. So, you let him in.

The moment your void opens to allow him access to your thoughts, an overwhelming sense of awe, wonder, and love floods him. All are emotions you direct at him. Whether subconsciously or knowingly, he’s not sure. What he does know, is that he cannot prevent the pleased hum that escapes him, reverberating against you as you continue to lean into his side.

The way you begin to nuzzle into his fur has his eyes crinkling in joy.

“You’re so soft, Jongho,” you hum, eyes fluttering shut in bliss. “Thank you for letting me do this.”

Anytime, Darling. He coos affectionately, shifting slightly in his spot. I love being able to make you happy.

His arm closest to you gently tugs you forward as he sits up on his hind legs. Ever so carefully, Jongho draws you into him, allowing your body to melt into his embrace. His touch is soft, and you can feel the weight of his front paws holding you in place as you lean into him. The fact that you bury your face into his chest has him shaking lightly in laughter, humming contently in the next moment.

Embrace me anytime you desire, My Darling. His voice echoes throughout your mind. I can never get enough of your touch.

The way his snout buries itself into the side of your neck says it all. Even the way he inhales deeply, whole body shuddering as he scents you in his arms is apparent.

My Jongho, you hum contently, relaxing fully into this moment with him as he surrounds you: mind, body, and soul. I love you. A moment’s pause. I am in love with you.

The growl that escapes his throat is low, bordering on a pleased whine as you feel him shudder within your grasp. A second later, and he’s rolled onto his back, pulling you up with him so that you’re now resting on his chest.

With all that I am, I am unquestionably, irrevocably, and earnestly in love with you forevermore, My Darling. His one paw settles gently on the skin of your back. Nothing will ever change that fact.

Your heart positively flutters in your chest. A fact of which you know he hears, for you can feel the pleased rumble shake his chest beneath you. You smile.

“You’re comfy.” You hum, settling deeper on top of him as you hug him tighter. “I might just prefer this position over Snorlax.”

I will gladly stay like this for as long as you desire, My Queen. Jongho says, eyes closing in bliss as he revels in this euphoric feeling with you.

You nuzzle your cheek against him affectionately. My King.

Another pleased growl echoes around the library, and you find yourself chuckling at the irony of it all.

You’ve really made this into a fairytale for me, huh? Your tone is lighthearted as you close your eyes.

How so, Darling? He inquires, his chest rising and falling steadily with every breath he takes.

Think about it, Baby Bear. You reply, an amused twitch of your lips upwards. We’re in the library, a place that means a lot to the both of us. I’m literally laying on top of a bear I love right now who is making my dreams come true. All I’m missing is some talking chinaware and a yellow dress.

Are you suggesting our love is a tale as old as time? Jongho chuckles, affection dancing in his gaze.

It will be. 

The simple statement from you has tears of joy springing to his eyes.

Not a day passes by where I don’t count myself lucky you ever fell for a beast like me. His voice is somewhat strained, and you feel him swallow thickly.

You are no beast to me, Jongho. You say, nothing but honesty dripping from your words. That being said, I would gladly love a beast any day over someone unworthy of my affection. Besides, maybe I prefer beasts.

Your admission leaves him slightly stunned, his grip tightening a minuscule amount over your back.

Do you, now? His response is nothing short of amused, and you swear he quirks a brow at you.

Maybe I was referring to you being beauty. You are rather handsome, Jongho. You admit, a slight warmth rising to your cheeks as you avert your gaze. His grip tightens ever so softly. Though, I thought it would be obvious by now, given the amount of jokes and hints I’ve given about it.

What would be obvious? He tilts his head slightly in inquiry.

Darling, I’m not shy about being a monster fucker. You chuckle, noticing the way his whole body freezes momentarily beneath your own. 

Don’t let Wooyoung hear you say that. Jongho huffs out an amused breath. He’ll never let you live that one down.

If the self-proclaimed master of seduction doesn’t know that by now, then that’s on him. You snort. 

Then, if what I’m incurring is correct, he begins. You’d be okay with us using our powers in the bedroom? In that context?

You smile. I’d be more than okay with it, Baby Bear. Only if you are, of course. Consent goes both ways.

Again, maybe wait to let Wooyoung know. He chuckles, a puff of air escaping his nose. He’d jump at any and every opportunity to keep you locked in his room with him for days.

You say that like it’s a bad thing. A chuckle escapes you.

With him? Jongho snorts out a laugh. Always.

Anyways, back to my original point: it’s as I’ve said before, you lift your head, meeting his gaze. You are everything I could have ever asked for.

Another pleased growl escapes him, and you notice how he wiggles his feet below you happily in response. Even his ears twitch, along with his nose.

I wouldn’t trade you for the world, Darling. He grins, loving how you shift the slightest bit upwards so you can position yourself to properly meet his gaze.

I wouldn’t trade you for anything, either. Gently, you lean down to kiss the tip of his snout. Now, want to go make your brothers jealous?

Fuck, I love you. A pleased growl escapes him as he feels you slide off of him. What are you thinking, Darling?

Let me go for a ride? The wink you send him is most certainly not innocent, especially not with the sultry way your lips pull upwards in the corners.

With pleasure. The snarl that escapes him is nothing short of feral as he graciously kneels for you to climb on top of his back.

A minute later, and you’re settled comfortable atop of Jongho, your legs resting on either side of him. Your hands grip lightly at his fur as he paces around the library so you can get used to the feeling of him moving before he takes off through the house.

Let me know when you’re ready, Darling. He says, shaking out his head as he attempts to control his breathing for the moment. 

This is everything he could have asked for, and so much more. The fact that you were the one to even suggest it makes him happy beyond belief. Nothing is better than the feeling of rubbing such an intimate moment in his brother’s faces like this. Besides, it’s all just a bit of fun, and he knows that in the long run, his brothers will appreciate how joyous this occasion makes you. Hearing your laughter is a blessing none of them knew they could ever be granted. Knowing that they are the cause of it means everything to them.

Ready! You giggle, and fuck if it isn’t just music to Jongho’s ears.

Straightening to his full height, Jongho proudly steps towards the large double doors of the library with you sitting tall upon his back.

“Onward, my valiant steed!” You call, wiggling excitedly in your spot atop his back.

A loud roar escapes Jongho in response, practically shaking the entire house as he bounds forward. The doors of the library burst open, and you cannot contain the rambunctious laughter that escapes you, along with excited squeals, as Jongho races down the hallway.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you vaguely make out Seonghwa popping his head out of his tailor shop as you run by.

“Hi, Mars!” 

One second you’re in front of him. 

“Bye, Mars!”

The next, you are not.

Your laughter continues to echo throughout the house, drawing the attention of all the males in the vicinity. The way you so effortlessly ride atop Jongho’s back has smiles pulling at most of their faces. 

Yunho watches on, amusement dancing in his eyes as you excitedly shout ‘nyoom’ from across the foyer. The word escapes you repeatedly along with exclamations of enjoyment, such as high pitched laughter mixed with short snippets of you saying ‘wee!’.

There’s a look of disbelief painting Yeosang’s face, but the sound of your laughter draws him in. Before he knows it, his own shoulders are shaking along with you, especially when Kuroo begins chasing after Jongho excitedly. Small chirps of affection escape that little black ball of fur, quipping about how he’s going to catch Jongho for attempting to kidnap the Queen.

Wooyoung wears the biggest pout on his features as he crosses his arms over his chest. “No fair.”

Vaguely, you hear him muttering complaints to San and Mingi the whole time. Two males of whom that don’t appear as if they’re fairing any better for the moment.

Hongjoong, on the other hand, looks quite exasperated. 

“Not inside the house!” His eyes are wide, hands stretched out in front of him in worry as Jongho slows down to a walk.

“Aw, come on, Joongie,” you pout dramatically. “It’s just a bit of fun.”

The loud, defeated sigh you hear him heave has your features lighting up instantly. A second later, and Jongho is back to running through the house, your boisterous laughter filling the rooms.

I’m glad you’re having fun, Darling. Jongho hums happily, bounding out into the courtyard and leaping over the length of the pool like it’s nothing.

Woah, your voice is full of awe as he circles back around inside of the house. This is incredible! You’re incredible!

Your praise means more to me than you’ll ever know. His whole body rumbles with his hum of contentment, ears twitching eagerly.

Slowly, Jongho lessens his pace, strutting towards his room with a certain gait of satisfaction. His chest heaves, a large grin pulling at his features as he enters his bedroom for the time being. The way you practically collapse on top of him, clinging to him so eagerly as a giddy laugh escapes your lips has him humming affectionately.

He shakes out his head.

Thank you, Jongho. A content sigh escapes you as you practically melt into his back, squeezing him tightly. This has been everything I could have ever asked for.

I’m glad. He hums, nothing but tender love and affection dripping from his gaze as he feels you slide off of him. Anytime you wish to experience something, do not hesitate to let us know. I am always ready and willing to provide for you whatever you may need.

I’ll keep that in mind. You come to stand before him, gripping his snout gently in your hands as you place another kiss onto his nose. There is one more thing I’d like to do before you shift back.

His eyes gleam. Anything, My Darling.

A devious grin is all he receives as he watches your hands reach upwards on his head. Not even a second later, he feels you tenderly rubbing his ears with your thumbs, massaging them gently.

Jongho practically purrs in response, the content hum escaping him involuntarily as his eyes flutter shut. The fact that he can hear you giggle in earnest once more sets his heart racing in his chest. His entire body heats as you continue to pet him so affectionately, your touch sending little jolts of electricity throughout.

One minute, your fingers are playing with his ears. The next, you’re shifting your hands to tenderly caress his face, giving him some affectionate chin rubs while you’re at it.

The whole time, Jongho continues to let out pleased hums, bordering on low growls. His breathing deepens, eyes remaining closed as he pushes himself eagerly into your embrace, nearly knocking you over in the process.

Darling, please, his voice is somewhat strained, and you swear he shivers beneath your very grasp. Don’t stop.

You giggle softly. I didn’t realize you’d enjoy this so much.

I could never tire of your touch. He admits, eyes blinking open to stare into your own earnestly. Everything only serves to become heightened when I’m like this. Sensation, touch, his eyes flash, scent.

I thought all of that was already heightened? Your breath hitches slightly in your throat, his heated stare freezing you to your spot as your hands still over him.

Now, even more so. His voice is a mere rumble, echoing alongside the low growl he lets out.

You cannot deny the way your heart skips a beat, especially as he begins to slowly back you towards the bed. His steps are precise, stalking towards you as his sheer size consumes your senses. Truly, he radiates the aura of the predator he is right now, but you aren’t scared. No. Instead, your veins flood with something else. Something far more pleasant, of which he immediately picks up on.

You smell delectable, Darling. His eyes darken, and his tongue darts out to wet his maw.

The glimpse you get of his teeth sets your heart stuttering excitedly inside of your chest.

You swear his brow quirks. I didn’t know you’d be in to this sort of thing.

You blink, somewhat caught off guard.

From the looks of things, neither did you. His whole chest shakes as he chuckles.

I think- Feeling your legs hit the edge of his mattress, you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat. I think it’s because it’s you that this is affecting me so.

A low, pleased growl reaches your ears. Is that so?

You can only nod in response, his dark eyes flashing as he stops himself right in front of you. His snout just about grazes your chest, your every breath closing that subtle gap between the both of you as he stares you down.

My Darling, he practically hums. There is something I would like to request of you now.

Anything. The exhale you give is breathless, and you swear he quirks a brow at you in response.

Nudging you gently with his snout, he pushes you back onto the bed. Each step you watch him take closer is meticulous until his chin rests right above your stomach. The way he can see your chest rising and falling with each inhale you take causes excitement to flood his very soul. He can just sense how this is affecting you, and he nearly has to stop himself from snarling pleasantly at the revelation.

Spread your legs for me. Slowly, meticulously, he pulls his head back. His maw parts the slightest bit, tongue practically lolling to the side as his gaze stares, transfixed, at the apex of your thighs. I wish to scent you.

The way your breath hitches, heart momentarily skipping a beat in your chest does not go unnoticed by him. You can feel that familiar rush of warmth heating your skin, sending a jolt of electricity all the way to your core. From the way he swallows thickly, you can tell that he knows it, too.

Jongho is a patient man, but never has he been testing like this before. Of course, your comfort and personal boundaries are his number one priority. Which is exactly why he is resisting every urge right now to push his way between your legs, bury his snout between your thighs, and breath in your scent like he longs to do. The sweet aroma of your building arousal calls to him like a siren’s song, and the longer he has you in his room, on his bed, the harder he finds it to continue to control himself.

One word. One movement of discomfort from you, and he’ll back off.

Always, he awaits your approval.

The silence that settles over the both of you stretches on, and even with your mind open to him, Jongho does his best not to intrude. From the way you’re looking at him, eyes wide and blinking owlishly, he fears he might have just gone too far.

Again, you swallow thickly, hearing your heart pounding in your ears. Then, slowly, you begin to part your legs.

The whole time, you maintain eye contact with him, and you watch as his breathing deepens. That all too familiar darkness swirls within, guttural growls escaping him with every exhale. A sound of which that has your whole body shuddering in anticipation.

My Darling, the call of your name is the deepest you’ve ever heard from him, even within your mind. The second you want me to stop, the moment you want space, he’s hardly keeping himself together, but he does. For you. You let me know right away.

I will. The corner of your lips twitches upwards. Now, scent me, My King.

You’ve barely finished thinking the words when his head is shoving between your thighs, snout pressed right up against your clothed sex. You can feel his pleased growls reverberating against your skin, his warm breath fanning over your cunt even through the layers of fabric you wear.

The tearing of cloth is synonymous with the deep growl he lets out, pushing himself deeper into your cunt as he inhales your scent eagerly. You can practically feel the heaviness of his tongue resting against your inner thigh as you spare a glance down at him. 

Never before have you seen Jongho’s eyes as dark as they are now. He looks about ready to devour you whole, and you know that he would. All you would have to do is let him.

The shredded material of his duvet catches your gaze, but the way he nudges his nose against you draws your attention back to his own. Despite the darkness shining within, there seems to be a hint of desperation coming through, especially when his whole body begins to shake.

Please, My Queen, his voice is strained, and you can feel him shifting between your thighs. It’s not enough. The barrier- he pants shamelessly, growls bordering on feral snarls as his claws shred through the bottom half of his duvet continuously. I need more.

Your stomach clenches pleasantly at his admission, and from the way he growls, you can tell that he’s noticed, too.

What is it, Baby Bear? Despite your heaving chest, you manage to lift your head to observe his every move carefully. The way you see his eyes flash once more has a smirk pulling at your features. What is it that you need?

Don’t tease me, Darling. There’s a warning hint to his tone, pulling his head back the slightest bit in order to shake his fur out. I’m already seconds away from losing control.

This time, you feel yourself clench around nothing. The way his eyes immediately lock onto the apex of your thighs lets you know just how in tuned to you he is.

What if I want you to lose control? Your hands fist the sheets at your sides, clinging on for dear life as you hear him finally release that snarl he’s been holding back this whole time.

Those are dangerous words, Darling. His breathing is ragged, and you can just tell that his claws have sunk into his sheets, grounding him as he attempts to leash his building lust for you in this moment. I would never forgive myself if I hurt you, or I overstepped any of your boundaries in favour of my own.

Your heart warms, and you find yourself sitting up in bed in order to grasp his head in your hands. Tenderly, you meet his gaze.

You have my consent to touch me, Jongho. You meet his gaze, staring deeply into his eyes. I want you to love me like you’ve always desired.

You swear he’s stopped breathing; his lips part as his whole body freezes. A moment later, and the deepest of snarls escapes him, a feral glint shining within his gaze as he looks at you.

Then, tell me, My Queen, he visibly begins trembling before your very gaze, shifting back into his human form as he kneels before you on the ground. “What is it that you desire?”

You cup his face tenderly in your hands, thumbs stroking lightly against his cheeks. “You.”

In the blink of an eye, he has you pinned to the bed, his form hovering over you. His hands rest on either side of your head, body pressing right up against your own. You can feel the pleased snarl that rumbles in his chest, his eyes searching yours briefly, as if to make sure that this is what you truly want.

Always, your comfort comes first.

“Jongho,” the sigh of his name is but a breathless whisper on your lips as your eyes hood over. “Kiss me.”

The way his left hand comes up to tenderly cup your face as he brings his lips to your own has you melting into his touch. His kiss is firm, pouring all that he is into each movement against you as he holds you to him. The way your legs part to allow himself to slot his hips against your own has him humming pleasantly against you.

Breaking from the kiss, he trails his lips down to nip at your jaw before sensually laving his tongue against your neck.

“You don’t know,” he pants, trailing his lips over your pulse, “how long,” he places, wet, open mouthed kisses along your skin, “I’ve dreamt of this.”

A breathless gasp escapes you as he bites down on the side of your neck, arching into him in response.

You pull him closer.

“I promise I’ll make you feel so good, Darling.” His voice is low, right by your ear. “I’ll take such good care of you tonight. The only thing you’ll be able to think about is the pleasure I’m giving you.”

“I want to please you, too.” You manage to speak, threading your fingers through his hair and pulling his head back so you can stare tenderly into his eyes.

“You will soon come to realize, My Queen, that pleasing you will always please me.” He replies, nothing but the deepest sincerity shining within his gaze. “This is true for all of us.”

Your lips part, heart stuttering inside of your chest as his words wash over you.

“Then, you will have to realize that the feeling is shared.” You bring a hand up to cup his cheek, loving how he immediately leans into your touch. “I thought I told you that if it’s not mutual, I don’t want it.”

A soft, affectionate chuckle falls from his lips. “You drive a hard bargain, My Darling.”

“Someone I cherish dearly told me I should be more open about my own desires,” you smile, nothing but love dripping from your eyes. “I am simply granting his wish.”

A pleased growl escapes him as his lips find purchase on your own once more. Greedily, he swallows all of your sounds, his one hand still cupping your face tenderly as his other sneaks beneath the material of your shirt. Only, you can feel him frown slightly as he feels a different type of fabric grace his fingertips instead of your bare skin.

Pulling away from you, Jongho meets your gaze. At the way you playfully quirk a brow, he’s quick to tear off your shirt.

A low groan escapes him, pleased pants falling from his parted lips as he takes in the sight before him.

There you lay beneath him, on his bed, looking like you were made just for him. Intricate lace covers your body, disappearing beneath the waistband of your leggings and sending his mind reeling. It’s in his favourite colour, too. Maroon.

Jongho’s chest rises and falls dramatically, his hands gripping your waist as he looks about ready to devour you whole.

“Did you-“ he can hardly form a coherent thought, the only prominent one being to absolutely ravish you this very instant, “did you wear this for me?”

Slowly, his fingertips trail downwards, hooking beneath the waistband of your leggings.

“Something told me that it would get appreciated if I wore it today.” You hum, a fond, knowing look in your gaze. “Go ahead, Jongho. I’m all yours.”

He growls shamelessly, “Mine.”

The sound of tearing fabric reaches your ears once more as he throws the remaining scraps of your leggings somewhere in his room. The way his eyes instantly flash black as soon as he takes in your form wearing that maroon singlet you bought all those months ago has excitement flooding your veins.

Jongho’s head spins. His hands are shaking and he can feel his cock throb beneath his slacks as he takes in the glorious sight of you spread out before him. The fact that you’re in his room, on his bed, wearing something for him has a warmth unlike anything he’s ever felt before in his life flooding his veins.

“My Darling,” his eyes trail everywhere over your figure, committing this sight to memory for decades to come. “You are so unbelievable beautiful in every way.”

A bashful smile pulls at your lips, averting your gaze to the side due to the very heat you feel emanating from his stare. The way he licks his lips only adds to the sensation, anticipation clawing eagerly at your chest.

“Jongho,” your hands slide beneath the shirt he wears and up his chest. Not even a second later, he’s torn the material off of his body, skin on full display as you drink in the sight of his bare torso. Your breathing deepens, gaze darkening as you shamelessly roam your eyes over his figure. “Fuck-“

Wrapping your one leg around his waist, you manage to surprise him. In the blink of an eye, you’ve flipped your positions, hands settling onto the skin of his upper chest. Your breathing deepens, eyes swirling with a primal sort of lust he’s never experienced form you. All he knows, though, is that he wants more.

“You really have no idea what you do to me.” Your voice is but a low whisper as you lean into him, trailing your lips against his skin. Slowly, you grind your hips into his, moans escaping the both of you as you feel his hard cock brushing against your core. “So fucking handsome, My King.”

A pleased snarl escapes him, his hands settling onto your thighs as his fingers sink appreciatively into your flesh.

The feeling of your teeth grazing his skin is unlike anything he could have ever imagined. The sheer eagerness he can feel in every press of your lips against him, nipping and sucking at his neck all the while, has his grip tightening on you. Shamelessly, moans escape him, tossing his head back as he feels you laving your tongue against the mole at the base of his throat. The second you start suckling at his skin in the exact same spot, nails teasingly scraping down his chest, he feels himself twitch beneath you.

“Fuck- My Queen,” his eyes flutter shut, heart full and nearly bursting at the fact that simply seeing his naked torso has made you this feral for him already.

It seems as if he’s not the only one with such prominent desires for the other.

The fact that your thoughts continue to wash over him, flooding his senses with your unfiltered awe, love, and now desire has his heart beating erratically in his chest. Nothing but pure want courses through his veins, eyes swirling with that all too familiar darkness as he continues to watch you bite your marks into the skin of his neck and upper chest. The way your tongue darts out to soothe the heated skin right after has him humming in content once more.

“My Jongho,” you hum against his chest, kissing directly over his heart as it positively flutters from your words. “My handsome Jongho.”

“All yours, My Queen,” his voice is but a pleased growl, a choked moan escaping him as he feels you grind yourself down onto his hard cock once more. “Let Your King fulfill your every desire.”

As soon as those words have left his lips, he’s sitting upright on the bed. A hand comes to rest on your back while the other steadies you while gripping your thigh. He pulls you closer, loving the way you cup his face tenderly only to kiss him in the next second.

Eagerly, he swallows all of your sounds, feeling your one hand come to rest on his shoulder while the other tangles in his hair. Desperately, you pull each other closer, tongues intertwined as he kisses you like you are the only thing that matters.

To him, you are.

Again, you grind yourself into him.

Moans escape the both of you, parting only briefly to rest your forehead against his own. You can feel his thighs tensing beneath you, and a small whimper escapes you from the feeling.

With dark eyes, you shift your position.

Settling your hands on his shoulders, you stare deep into his eyes. The corner of your lips twitch upwards as you see his gaze flash just as you settle your core right over his one thigh, straddling him as his hands grip your waist.

Teasingly, you grind yourself against him.

Moans escape both of your lips, Jongho’s gaze darting down to look at where your bodies meet. His breathing deepens, each exhale but a low growl on his lips.

“Go on, My Queen.” His voice rumbles out, eyes shining encouragingly. “Make yourself feel good on me.”

The way your fingers subtly press that much firmer into his shoulders as you begin to grind your hips down onto his thigh has a shiver caressing his spine. Already, your scent surrounds him, his skin igniting with the flames of his passion everywhere you touch. He can already feel his cock straining against his pants, just aching for you. All of you.

Tonight, though, Jongho plans to take his time.

“Fuck, Darling-“ his breath catches in his throat as he continues to help guide your movements over him, “I can already feel you soaking the material of my jeans. Is riding my thigh turning you on that much?”

“Yes.” Nothing more than a moan escapes you as your eyes flutter shut in bliss.

“Is that what you’re thinking about every time I catch you drooling over the sight of them? How badly you want to grind that tight little cunt of yours over me until you’re dripping onto my skin?” He hums, hands tightening ever so slightly around your waist as he flexes his thigh beneath you.

Shamelessly, you moan, pressing yourself down a little firmer as you continue to shift your hips against him.

“I could ride you all day, Baby Bear.” Your voice is a low drawl, the corner of your lips quirking as you stare deeply into his eyes with hooded ones of your own.

The snarl that tears from his throat is nothing short of feral, gaze flashing black. “Don’t tempt me, Darling.”

“You’re making me feel so good, Jongho.” A desperate whine escapes you, hands shifting to grasp at the back of his neck. “I fucking love your thighs. I love everything about you.”

Greedily, he pulls you back in for another kiss, pouring all of the emotions he feels into the movement of his tongue against your own. He swallows all of your sounds, helping to guide your hips against his thigh. Again, he flexes the muscles, hearing the way your breath hitches, whines becoming more and more frequent. Even your movements become that much more desperate, clinging onto him as you continue to drip onto his thigh.

Only, before you can feel that sweet, sweet release building any further, his hands on your waist still your every movement.

A whine of disappointment escapes you, pulling away to look at him with a slight pout tugging at your features.

“My Queen,” Jongho breathes, staring deeply into your eyes. “Of all the things we do tonight, I have but one final request.”

You blink, waiting for him to continue as you attempt to catch your breath.

“The first time I make you come, I want it to be with me.” His voice is low, and were he not already clinging onto you for dear life, he knows that his hands would be trembling from the sheer amount of want coursing through his veins right now. All he can see is you. All he can hear, touch, taste, smell. You are invading his every sense, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. “I want to feel your warmth squeezing me so delicately as you fucking drench me in you while screaming my name.”

Your lips part as your breath catches in your throat.

“Is that alright with you, My Queen?” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him as he buries his head into the side of your neck. “If you’d rather not wait, I can-“

“I would love nothing more, My King.” Despite the airiness to your tone, your words come through loud and clear.

His lips finding purchase on yours is all the answer you get as he holds you close. You can feel his pleased growl reverberate against you, his tongue darting out to trace your bottom lip before taking the tender flesh between his teeth.

The feeling of your fingers pressing into the skin of his back, drawing him in closer has another shiver caressing his spine. The way your hands feel, roaming all over every free inch of his body that he presents to you has a pride building in his chest. There is no doubt in Jongho’s mind that you absolutely adore everything that you see. A fact of which is mirrored in him. You are perfect in every way, and he will spend as long as it takes proving that to you tonight.

You pull away from him once more, only for your body to sink onto the floor between his legs. 

His hands begin to shake, eyes hooding over as his lips part. A breathless moan escapes him as he feels your fingers trailing up the inside of his thighs. Yet, nothing could prepare him for the feeling of you cupping him over his jeans, palm rubbing against him tenderly.

Not even a moment later, your fingers begin fumbling with the clasp of his belt, tugging the material down his legs eagerly once you’ve undone everything. The way your hungry eyes take in the bare skin of his thighs has him twitching eagerly. A dark wet patch stains the fabric of his underwear where his tip continues to leak precome, and he cannot prevent the way his stomach clenches as he sees you licking your lips.

“My beautiful Jongho,” slowly, your hands spread his legs wider apart, fingers digging into the muscular flesh. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy these thighs of yours are?”

His lips part in answer, but all that escapes him is a moan. His cock throbs eagerly, aching for you in every way imaginable.

The minute he feels your lips pressing against the skin of his inner thigh, his muscles tense. His legs tremble, breathing deepening as you bite down quite sharply, laving your tongue soothingly over the mark shortly after. The way your eyes dart up to meet his own has his heart thundering inside of his chest.

You’re looking at him akin to how he knows he’s always gazed upon you. There is love in your eyes, that is for sure, but there’s also a certain feralness found there as well. A desperation inside that swirls with want, lust, but also, faintly, possession.

“I can’t count the amount of times I’ve fantasized about them,” you admit, and a low groan escapes him as you bite down on his opposite thigh. “So fucking thick. Perfect for riding. Perfect for marking.” Your eyes darken, glancing up to meet his own. “Perfect for me.”

Jongho’s entire body heats, getting lost in your lustful gaze. His breathing is ragged, chest heaving as he moans shamelessly for you. So badly do his eyes want to fall shut, revelling in this moment here with you, but he forces them to stay open. Like hell is he going to miss a single second of the beautiful sight that is you on your knees before him, worshipping his body just as he will be sure to always worship your own.

“All yours, My Queen,” Jongho repeats his words from earlier, but they still have the desired effect.

You moan against the skin of his thigh, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers sink into his flesh. Your hold is desperate, marks blooming all over him, painting him in various hues of red. Painting him in you.

He wouldn’t trade that for anything.

The closer you get to his aching cock, the harder Jongho finds it to hold himself back. With every mark you make on his skin, your bites become firmer, the eagerness shining through with every movement.

“Do it, My Queen,” he pleads, voice desperate and airy. “Sink your fucking teeth into my flesh. Mark me as yours.”

It’s as if you had been waiting for his every command.

Pulling away only briefly to glance up into his eyes, you see him nod in confirmation. A moment later, you’re licking your lips eagerly, a sort of daze taking over your features as you zero in on an area of his right thigh that you have yet to mark. Leaning in, you place a gentle kiss onto his flesh before latching your mouth onto his skin.

You bite down. Hard.

A loud moan escapes him, his one hand moving to desperately cling onto the back of your head while the other shreds into the duvet beside him. He can feel his thighs shaking, that familiar tightening of his abdomen becoming all the more prominent as you keep your mouth latched onto him. 

The moment he feels you pull away, tongue laving over the fresh set of teeth marks that drip faintly red with his blood, he shudders. The second he feels you wrapping your lips around the wound, suckling gently at his flesh as you moan against him shamelessly, he nearly comes right then and there.

The sensation is blinding, and he desperately holds onto whatever last bits of sanity that he has as he pulls you away gently.

You blink, seemingly coming out of your trance to see the bright red of his blood slowly dripping down the skin of his inner thigh.

His hands on your shoulders ground you, and you look up at him with wide eyes.

“Jongho, I’m so-“

“Don’t you dare fucking apologize,” his words are but a growl on his lips as he pulls you back up and into his lap. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced in my life.”

You cannot deny the way you seem to clench around nothing at the guttural tone he uses. The fact that you can feel his emotions flooding your every sense through that open mind link still only serves to make it all the more intense.

He wanted you to mark him. He wanted you to claim him in such a primal way. You, and only you.

After all, everything that he is, belongs to you.

You lick your lips, the faint taste of cinnamon clinging to your tongue.

“Then, why-“

“You are far too good at what you do, Darling.” Jongho grins, burying his face into the side of your neck as he pulls you flush into him. “You make it quite difficult for me to keep my own desires in check.”

“What is it that you desire right now, My King?” You hum, threading your fingers softly through his hair.

“You,” he breathes, placing a tender kiss against your pulse. “Always.”

You squeeze him tighter, heart swelling with nothing but love in your chest.

“I want to consume you, so that all you can feel is me.” He keeps his voice low, his chest rumbling with each word that he speaks. “I want to build you up slowly, allowing you to feel the deepest throws of pleasure that you can before pulling you back from the edge. I want to feel you dripping onto my hand as you squeeze my fingers so delicately, teasing me for what is still yet to come. I want you to absolutely cover me in you, in every possible way, and then I want you to consume me just as I’ve done with you.”

“Jongho,” his name is but a breathless whimper falling from your lips.

“There are many things I desire to do to you, to do with you, My Darling,” he pulls away to rest his forehead against your own, noses brushing tenderly. “I wish to start with pleasing you.”

You nod, leaning forward to kiss him deeply.

“I would love nothing more.” The words are but a whisper against his lips, and you can feel the way he smiles against you.

A blink, and he’s helped you back onto your feet. Another, and he’s switched your positions, angling you so that you’re both facing the mirror at the end of his bed. An object of which you hadn’t noticed until now.

He pulls you down onto his lap.

Slowly, Jongho trails his lips over your shoulder, biting at one of the straps still holding that delicate lace singlet to your body. Teasingly, he pulls at it with his teeth, a pleased rumble reverberating against your back as he lets it snap back against your skin.

“As much as I love seeing you in this just for me,” he growls out, nipping at the shell of your ear all the while. “I think I’d prefer it off.”

His hands, which had been gently holding your waist, move. You hardly even see him tear the fabric from your body, for one second, the lace still graces your skin, but in the next, it’s been torn to shreds and tossed somewhere in his room.

The tips of his fingers ignite a fire upon your skin as he drags them up your sides. Tenderly, he moves to cup your breasts in his hands, squeezing the flesh appreciatively as his lips find purchase against the skin of your neck. His thumbs begin to brush over your nipples, feeling them harden beneath his touch and causing him to smirk.

Ever so carefully, Jongho begins to spread your legs with his own.

“There’s a sight I could never grow tired of,” he sighs blissfully, eyes darting upwards to meet your gaze in the mirror.

The way your breath hitches in your throat does not go unnoticed by him. A chuckle escapes him, hands softly continuing to knead the tender flesh of your breasts as you catch your visage in the mirror.

He has you resting in the exact same position you had been in all those long weeks ago. Your legs are hooked around his own, his head buried into the side of your neck as he begins to roll your nipples between his thumb and index fingers.

A low moan escapes you, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder.

“Fuck, so pretty My Queen,” Jongho hums, nipping at the side of your neck as he peers out to meet your gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “So fucking pretty spread out like this, and all for me to see.”

His hands never stop his ministrations, cupping your flesh tenderly as he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck.

“Ever since that day, all I could think about was showing you how absolutely stunning you are when we bring you pleasure.” His voice is but a low drawl against your skin as he purposely places wet, open mouthed kisses along your racing pulse. “I’m honoured that I get to be the first one to do so.”

Softly, he begins to trail one of his hands down your body. His fingers dance along the skin of your inner thigh, the movement drawing your attention to his own resting just beneath yours. You can see the faint outlines of all of the marks you’ve given him in the mirror, but none are as prominent as one. One which sits proudly near the apex of his thighs, bright red and all yours.

You can feel his chest heaving against your back with every breath he takes, eyes locked on that same exact mark that yours are so focussed on. Each exhale is but a pleased rumble, grip tightening around your body as he presses you flush against him.

One of your hands comes up to tangle in his hair, the other placing itself gently over his own still cupping your breast. Your eyes flutter shut, absolutely revelling in this moment with him as he holds you close.

“My Jongho,” you breathe, feeling your body relax further into his touch.

The way you feel him twitch against the skin of your ass has a soft smile tugging at your features.

“I’m yours, My Queen.” He gladly voices his approval. “And you’re mine.”

“Yours.” You confirm, grip tightening over him slightly. A fact of which that makes his lips tug upwards, for you feel it against your skin. “All yours.”

A pleased growl escapes him, his one hand inching closer and closer to where you need him most.

You can feel yourself clenching around nothing, anticipation clawing at your chest as you blink your gaze open to meet his own in the mirror. Your eyes lock in on the way his fingers continuously dance across your skin, teasingly cupping you over your cunt.

The second his skin makes contact with your core, his eyes flutter shut in bliss. A low moan escapes him, pulling you even closer still.

“Do you see, Darling?” He bites down lightly on your neck, eyes peering into your own through the reflection of the glass. “See how wet I make you?”

As if to emphasize his point, Jongho drags the tips of his fingers lightly over your entrance, using his index and middle fingers to spread you open.

A moan escapes you at his touch, eyes focussed in on your dripping cunt as you watch yourself clench around nothing.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he groans, dragging his fingers through your folds once before circling your clit a few times. “You’re soaked, and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“All for you,” your voice is breathless: airy and desperate as you continue to lean your head back against his shoulder for support.

He shudders, nipping at the shell of your ear in the next second as you feel him twitch beneath you once more. “Are you trying to make me come untouched again?”

Despite the uneven rise and fall of your chest, a devious smirk paints your lips in response. At the way his fingers begin to dip teasingly into your entrance, your lips part. A breathless moan of his name escapes you, shifting your hips in desperation to meet his every movement against your core.

His faint touches aren’t enough, and you crave more.

He smirks, “I thought I told you that the first time we both come tonight will be together, with my thick cock buried deep within your tight little cunt. Isn’t that right, My Queen?”

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head as you feel him bury two of his fingers within your dripping cunt. Slowly. The way your walls squeeze involuntarily around him as the wet squelch reaches your ears from the intrusion has moans falling from both of your lips.

“Yes, My King.” The hand you have tangled in his hair tightens, pulling him in closer.

A smirk pulls at his lips at your answer, loving the way he can already feel your wetness dripping onto his hand with every drag of his fingers against your warm walls. The fact that he can hear every movement that he makes within you is simply icing on the cake.

“Good girl.” His eyes flash, words nothing more than a low growl on his lips as he tightens his grip around you. 

The way you clench around his digits has his cock twitching beneath you once more.

“You like it when I say that, don’t you, Darling?” He hums, a smug upturn to the corner of his lips.

“Almost as much as I love when you call me yours.” As if to emphasize your point, you clench around his fingers.

A low moan escapes him, his head falling forward to rest on your shoulder.

“How you always know to say just what I long to hear never fails to amaze me.” He admits, voice muffled against your skin as he nips at your flesh.

A choked whine of his name slips passed your lips as you feel him increase the pressure of his fingers slightly within you. The way the digits feel massaging your inner walls so tenderly has your lips parting, breathing deepening as you feel the fingers on his opposite hand begin toying with your nipple once more.

“Fuck, My King,” your eyes flutter shut. “Just like that.”

His teeth latch onto your skin, the growl reverberating against your throat as his eyes flash black. Jongho’s lips are quick to soothe over the mark, placing open mouthed kisses along the side of your neck as he gently suckles at the skin. Only, the faintest hint of something absolutely intoxicating begins to invade his every sense, his tongue darting out to catch more of the sweet taste.

That’s when he realizes.

Pulling his head away from you, his eyes widen in mild surprise. Turning towards the mirror, he’s quick to meet your gaze, a worried, yet somewhat remorseful look greeting you.

“My Queen, I’m so-“

“Don’t you dare apologize,” your tone is sharp, cutting him off easily as your eyes narrow slightly. “I offered myself to you, tonight, Jongho. That means everything.”

Jongho can barely control his breathing as he watches you tilt your head to the side, extending your neck out to him without another thought. Glancing down, he can see the faintest trail of your blood sliding down your skin from where his teeth had been only moments before.

The feral snarl that escapes him is unlike anything you’ve ever heard form him before.

He tightens his grip.

“I’m all yours.” The admission is but a pleasant sigh on your lips, hooded gaze meeting his as you clench around his fingers still buried deep inside of you.

Jagged pants escape him, and you can feel his entire body trembling beneath your own. You can see the way his eyes are locked onto that single drop of blood which slowly creeps down your skin, his chest heaving with every breath.

The feeling of his tongue gracing your skin is synonymous with the feeling of his thumb pressing against your clit. You moan, feeling the way he traces the trail all the way back up to your throat, beginning to circle his thumb in tandem with his movements. Softly, his lips encase the bite mark he’s just given you. Deep, guttural groans escape him as he circles his tongue around the wound in time with his thumb over your clit.

Your entire being pulses, heart pounding inside of your chest as you lean against him for support. You can barely keep your eyes open, watching him through a hooded gaze in the mirror as he becomes completely enraptured by you.

You clench around him again.

Softly, he bites down over the mark, teeth sinking the slightest bit deeper into your flesh this time in order to fully create his claim over your skin. The snarl he releases when he feels your blood flooding his every sense, unfiltered and with a newfound purpose, has his eyes flashing black immediately.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see his hand that had been massaging your breast so tenderly begins to raise. 

Bringing his wrist to your lips, Jongho peers out into the reflection of the mirror, meeting your gaze with a desperate one of his own. You can feel his hard cock practically throbbing beneath you, skin heating as this moment fully washes over the both of you.

Briefly and reluctantly, his lips part from your throat.

“Please, My Queen,” he nearly whimpers as his fingers still within your cunt, “Drink with me.”

Your one hand comes up to support his arm, laving your mouth over his wrist sensually.

You meet his gaze in the mirror, the corner of your lips tugging upwards. “With pleasure.”

The feeling of your teeth sinking into the skin of his wrist has another guttural groan escaping him. Jongho swears that his heart will leap right out of his chest this very moment, offering itself upon a silver platter for you and only you. After all, it has always been yours. He has always belonged to you.

Softly, you suckle at his skin, the taste of cinnamon with a hint of iron flooding your senses as you drink him in. 

His blood is addicting, your whole body coming alight with the flames of desire the longer you drink. You can feel the liquid burning through your system, igniting within your veins as the warmth spreads all throughout your body. You cannot prevent the way your core clenches rhythmically around his fingers as nothing but euphoria begins to flood your entire system.

The feeling of him removing his hand from your cunt draws another moan from you, but little do you realize just how dark your eyes have become.

“My Queen,” his hands find purchase on your waist as he pulls himself the slightest bit away from you. With hooded eyes, he watches your tongue trace over your lips, painted red with his blood. “Fuck- you’re so beautiful.”

“So good to me, Jongho.” You hum, attempting to catch your breath for the moment. “My handsome King.”

His grip tightens around you waist, pulling you upwards on his bed with him. A moment later, and you’ve turned, straddling his thighs as you stare down at him with hooded eyes.

A choked moan escapes him as he feels your hand return to palming him over his briefs. His cock twitches beneath your touch, chest heaving as he attempts to maintain a grip on his remaining sanity this evening.

“I can’t wait any longer,” his voice is low, nothing more than a desperate rasp as his hips involuntarily twitch upwards against your hand. “I need to feel you, My Queen. All of you.”

A nod is all he receives from you, an eager gleam shining within your eyes as you hook your fingers in the waistline of his briefs. You meet his gaze, waiting for that final bit of approval before you so much as begin dragging the material down his legs. Once you see him nod, quite enthusiastically, you remove that final piece of offending clothing.

A shameless groan escapes you as you see his cock resting against the skin of his lower stomach. The tip is red and angry, precome continuously leaking from the head as you wrap your hand around his base.

You lick your lips.

“Fuck-“ nothing more than a pleased hiss escapes you as you can feel your heart beating in excitement inside of your chest. “Such a pretty cock, My King.”

Jongho moans, and you notice the faintest bit of red beginning to bloom over his chest, creeping up his neck shortly afterwards.

Slowly, you begin to pump him in you hand, loving the way you can feel him twitch beneath your fingers.

“So fucking big, and all for me.” You shift above him, gazing down upon him with that same look of shameless lust that you’ve been looking at him with all evening. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me, stretching this tight little cunt and claiming me as yours.”

Jongho’s lips part, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as you teasingly drag his tip through your wet folds. Every breath that escapes him now is a mere snarl, fingers sinking into the flesh of your thighs appreciatively as he attempts to ground himself. This is everything that he could have ever wanted, and so much more.

A devious smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you repeat your words from earlier in the day. “Let me go for a ride?”

“Please-“ a whimper falls from his lips, chest heaving as his eyes lock on the way you continue to teasingly rub your wet cunt over the length of his cock. “My Queen, please. I’m yours. I’m all yours. Claim me, Darling. Make me yours.”

His words nearly cause you to lose your balance above him, legs shaking as you steady yourself with you free hand pressing against his chest. Shamelessly, your thoughts continue to wash over him, the pure love and desire he can feel emanating from you causes his own head to spin. Never would you have been prepared for how those words make you feel, and you believe you’re starting to understand just why they all go so feral when you say that to them.

You meet his gaze, staring deeply into his eyes as you align his tip with your entrance. Ever so slowly, you begin to lower yourself down on his cock, lips parting breathlessly as you feel him stretching out your walls. 

You can feel the way his hands shake against your skin, pitch black eyes locked on the space where your bodies meet. Jongho cannot bear to tear his gaze away from the glorious sight that is you sinking onto him for one second. He needs to see it all; feel you becoming one with him in such an intimate way. The way you feel dripping onto his skin, squeezing him so delicately with every inch you take has low, feral growls escaping him with every breath.

The moment he’s fully seated inside of you, moans escape both of your lips. You clench around him, feeling him throb within your tight walls as your eyes fall shut.

“Darling,” he can barely form a coherent thought, voice breathless as he practically chants the words out affectionately. “My Darling.”

“I just-“ you pant, head falling forward as you hold yourself above him. “I just need a moment.”

Your tongue comes out to wet your lips, core continuously clenching around him as the euphoric sensation of feeling him resting inside of you washes over your entire being. The buildup from earlier has made you so sensitive, and you’re worried that if you begin to move over him too soon, you won’t be able to continue to make his wishes come true. A thought which is only emphasized by how badly you want this, too.

“Take your-“ his breath hitches, eyes squeezing shut as he feels his stomach clench in pleasure. He attempts to catch his breath, “time.”

You swallow thickly, resting both of your hands over his chest and feeling the way his heart positively thunders beneath your touch. A fact which you know that yours is echoing right now, racing excitedly alongside his own.

“Feels so good, My King,” you breathe, eyes fluttering shut as you give a tentative grind of your hips against him. You both moan. “Making me feel so full.”

“Yeah?” He hums, grinding his hips upwards slightly and loving how your whole body shudders in response. “You love having this thick cock buried in your tight pussy, don’t you, My Queen?”

“Yes,” you toss your head back, slowly beginning to find a rhythm as you grind yourself against him. “Fills me so well, My King.”

A deep guttural groan escapes him, cock twitching against your walls.

“Fuck-“ he hisses, hands tightening their grip over your thighs as he helps to guide your movements over him. “So tight. So warm.”

A choked moan escapes you, involuntarily clenching around him once more. A moment later, and you feel your stomach twist pleasantly, eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you lean over him.

His lips are on yours, swallowing every beautiful whimper you give him. One of his hands shift to squeeze at your ass appreciatively, helping you move over him. The other wraps around your torso, fingers pressing delicately against your spine as he holds you to him.

With every shift of your hips, he meets your every thrust, heartbeat racing right alongside your own. His head spins, and he can feel that familiar tightness building in his lower abdomen already. Every sensation is heightened, nothing but love shining in his gaze as you pull away from him to rest your forehead against his own.

“I fucking love you, My Queen,” he growls out, eyes swirling with that all to familiar blackness. “So fucking perfect, and all mine.”

You sit back to your full height, chest heaving with each breath as you still over him. The way you’re gazing down at him, nothing but that same look of tender love and affection dripping from your dark, hooded gaze has him completely mesmerized by you.

Slowly, you begin to trail your hands down his sides and to his arms, grabbing his hands into your own. With a loving smile pulling at your lips, you intertwine your fingers together, grinding your hips against his meticulously.

“I love you, My King.” The smile that pulls onto your lips is nothing short of sweet, eyes shining as you move above him.

The drag of your hips against him is slow, calculated in a way that makes Jongho’s head spin. You seem to be creating a pattern of some sort, and he cannot help but follow along with each movement that you make in his mind.

That’s when it hits him. His heart skips a beat before absolutely fluttering inside of his chest, mouth parting in a breathless moan. His eyes are staring, transfixed by the sight of his cock buried deep within your cunt as you move against him, claiming him in every way you know how.

The last threads of Jongho’s sanity snap as he feels you beginning to spell your name over him as you continue to ride his cock. His breathing deepens, every shift of your body over his own causing his eyes to darken even further. Growls escape him with each pant, chest rumbling as his fingers sink into the skin of your flesh. Barely, he contains himself.

Jongho will wait. He can wait. He’ll wait until you’ve finished claiming him in this way. For once you’re done, he will claim you.

A faint tingling sensation brushes against your upper thigh, the ghost of a touch dancing along your skin. It sends a pleasant shiver up your spine, but it’s not enough to break your concentration. Looking down reveals a thin, leathery tail with a spade-like tip wrapping itself around your leg. A sight that has you clenching around him once more.

An involuntary moan escapes you, hips faltering slightly as you feel him tighten his hold around your thigh with his tail. The way the tip teasingly caresses the sensitive skin of your inner thigh has you shuddering in response.

You turn your gaze back to him just as you finish the final letter, and you see him lick his lips.

His eyes flash, instantly pulling you down to his chest and wrapping his arms around your torso. Carefully, he plants his feet onto the mattress of the bed, rolling his hips up into yours.

The way you moan has nothing but euphoria flooding his veins.

He nips at your ear, arms squeezing around your waist. “My turn.”

The second those words leave his lips, he begins a brutal pace, thrusting up into you as he holds you to him. You body jerks with every movement, the wet sound of skin on skin filling your ears and making your head spin.

“My fucking beautiful Queen,” he growls, and the way you clench around him at his guttural tone has him smirking. “Writing your name all over this cock, as if it doesn’t already belong to you.”

You choke out a whimper, his name falling like a mantra from your lips as you cling onto him for dear life.

“Your fucking mine, Darling.” His grip tightens once more, snarls escaping him with every breath. “And now I’m going to claim you just as you’ve claimed me.”

Your eyes squeeze shut. The feeling of his cock brushing so tenderly against your walls, filling you so fully with every sharp thrust has you seeing stars. You can barely hold yourself together, the sensations overwhelming you and causing that familiar tightness to build quickly within your abdomen.

A broken moan of his name falls from your lips, your teeth latching onto his shoulder to ground yourself as more whimpers escape you.

“That’s it, My Queen.” His voice is pure animalistic as he snarls, his teeth sharpening into fangs as his fingers dig into your tender flesh. “Let yourself go. Succumb to the pleasure only Your King can provide for you.”

You squeeze him so sinfully, your essence dripping onto the skin of his thighs with every thrust he makes. You do whatever you can to hold yourself back for as long as possible, but there’s an intense feeling building within you. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, and with every thrust, you can feel the tip of his cock brushing up against that tender spot within you.

“Jongho, I-“ your breath catches in your throat as you gasp, eyes practically rolling into the back of your head.

“What’s the matter, My Queen?” There’s a teasing lilt to the low drawl of his words. “Going to come already?”

A loud moan is all that greets him, whines and whimpers falling repeatedly from your lips. It’s as if those are the only sounds that you can make, and given the way your cunt is squeezing him so tightly, he knows you’re close.

His cock twitches.

“Fucking come for me, My Queen.” He growls, nipping at the skin of your flesh as he does whatever he can to increase your pleasure for the moment. “Come with Your King. Fucking drench me in you.”

The very moment those words escape him, you’re tossing your head back. A scream of his name tears from your throat as your orgasm washes over you. Your whole body shakes, eyes rolling as your vision goes white. You can feel your release gushing onto him, dripping out of your tight little hole and absolutely soaking him in you.

Jongho stills inside you, a feral snarl falling from his lips are he cries out your name in bliss. He can feel his whole body tingling as he collapses completely onto the bed, your figure covering his own as he feels your release dripping onto the skin of his thighs.

His chest heaves, senses completely surrounded by everything you as he attempts to calm himself down. Lazily, he grinds his hips up into you, hearing how you whimper for him once more.

Your breaths mingle, chests heaving as you hold onto each other for dear life. Neither of you wishes to move, absolutely revelling in the euphoric bliss that floods your veins. Still, his tail remains wrapped around your thigh.

Softly, Jongho begins placing tender kisses along the skin of your shoulder and up your neck. His one hand comes up to support the back of your head, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, sensual kiss.

“You did so well for me, My Queen.” He hums against you, feeling your warmth pulse around him from his words. He leans his forehead against your own, a smug grin tugging at his features in the next second. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

Your lips part wordlessly, blinking at him as your vision finally clears. You shift your hips.

“Neither did I.”

Your admission pulls a pleased rumble from his chest, loving how he can still feel your release coating the skin of his thighs and dripping onto the mattress below.

“Are you-“ He swallows, eyes searching your features intently. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” You smile, and he unknowingly breathes a sigh of relief.

“I was worried I was too much to start.” He admits lowly, averting his gaze briefly.

You place a tender kiss to his lips, cupping his face reassuringly in your hand. “It wasn’t too much, Jongho. It was perfect.” You manage to get him to look at you. “You are perfect.”

A content rumble greets your ears. Softly, his one hand begins to caress your spine, his tail unwinding from around your thigh. His lips press tenderly against every free inch of your skin that he can find, littering kisses against your face as he holds you close.

Another pleased rumble shakes his chest. “My beautiful Queen.”

You nuzzle your cheek against him, burying your face into the side of his neck. “My handsome King.”

“I love you, Darling.” He hums, nothing but the deepest form of sincerity and love shining within his gaze as he looks towards you.

“I love you, Baby Bear.” Your eyes flutter shut. “So good to me.”

“Always, for you.” Jongho places another tender kiss onto the top of your head. 

A brief pause before he’s speaking once more. 

“Can I get you anything, Darling?” There’s a hint of concern in his voice as he addresses you. “Water? A bath? Maybe a snack?”

You shake your head lightly, a soft hum escaping you. “Just hold me, Jongho. I want to feel you against me for a little while longer.”

A soft coo greets your ears in response, him shifting slightly beneath you so that you’re both more comfortable.

“Alright, Darling.” He chuckles, hand continuing to stroke over your spine lovingly. “Let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll make sure to take proper care of you.”

“You already have.” Your voice is a mere whisper on your lips, hearing his heart echoing alongside your own, and beating together as one.

His entire body warms. A pleasant warmth which fills his heart and spreads outwards to the tips of his fingers as he places another kiss onto the top of your head. The way your chest rises and falls in time with his own only serves to heighten the feeling.

“I’m never one to skip out on making sure you receive proper aftercare. None of us are.” He voices lowly, hearing you hum in response. “I want you to know that.”

Softly, you nod against him. A moment later, and your breathing evens out. From the way that you curl in deeper into his chest, Jongho knows that you’ve just fallen asleep.

Truly, this is everything he could have ever wanted, and so much more. Here your rest, completely naked in his arms, after allowing him the honour of making love to you for the first time. You came together, just as he’s always fantasized about. Just as he’s always dreamed. 

Never before has he felt such euphoria flood his veins. Hell, never before has he come that hard in his life, and all because of you.

You, who lays atop of him, resting soundly as he cradles you lovingly to his chest. You, who he would give anything and everything for. In a heartbeat.

Jongho wouldn’t trade this feeling for the world. From the way that your thoughts continue to echo shamelessly throughout his own mind, he knows that neither would you.

[dilfdarthvader]

The official 'OP has read 500 Merlin fics in a month' rec list

I am truly deep in Merthur hell and have recently hit around ~500 fics read for this fandom so far. As such, I wanted to compile my favorite Merthur fics so far.

(if y'all like rec lists, i might do an obikin rec list too!)

Secretary by Candymacaron

rating: E

Summary: Job-hunting has familiarized Merlin with rejection. Most of the listings in the paper require qualifications he lacks, or prior job experience no eighteen year old would have. One listing sticks out at Merlin—a simple advert, with the word ‘Secretary’ written in bold typeface. (A Secretary Movie/BBC Merlin AU in which a fragile Merlin learns to love his job, himself, getting spanked, and his boss. All in that order.)

one of the first fics i read in this fandom and!!!! it's such a good secretary au (which is always a classic for any kink readers)

The Wedding Night by s0mmerspr0ssen

rating: E

ship: Gwen/Merlin/Arthur

Summary: The consummation of a royal marriage must be witnessed by a third party. Naturally, for Arthur and Gwen, that witness is Merlin.

My bookmark note read: "did i start watching merlin for the show or for the smut fic? this fic makes me think it's the latter". This ship is just SO GOOD too.

Next to You (It's the Rule) by LunaMyLove

rating: T

summary: Arthur and Merlin have a special relationship. They always have, even when they were prince and servant. While many question it when first noticing, eventually it becomes an understanding in Camelot—and even among some other countries—that where there is Arthur, there is Merlin. And, where there is Merlin, there is Arthur. Or Arthur and Merlin's relationship as witnessed and explained by others. Also, or Five times someone realizes that Merlin is the Queen, one time Merlin realizes it himself, and one time he owns it.

such a fluffy read that had me giggling and kicking my feet in the air and twirling my hair. instant reread

all the scars at the start (I could’ve showed you) by AgapantoBlu

rating: T

ship: Gwen/Merlin/Arthur

Summary: [In which Gwaine accidentally brings Merlin's dead girlfriend back to life as a ghost. Leave it to Arthur and Gwen to overreact over every small thing, but being very chill about the very big thing.]

you'll need to be logged into AO3 to read this, but boy is it worth it. i was sobbing. full on sobbing. 10/10

Glow Gold by BelleCrow

rating: E

Summary: Merlin takes the final battle into his own hands after Mordred's blade finds Arthur's heart. Wielding power over life and death there on the battlefield, Merlin's magic is revealed. But the only surviving witness is Arthur, and he has carefully spun the tale to keep Merlin's magic a secret. The King is determined to keep it so until he can drag the truth from Merlin's lips and press his own revelations back into his sorcerer.

this fic gave me a magic kink. i had to keep pausing reading bc holy shit.

Fit for a King by Clea2011

rating: E

Summary: Merlin is a prize fit for a king. But the king he was intended for hasn't taken that prize. When the king of the faeries loses his big-eared, argumentative and troublesome bedmate, he orders his people to find a replacement. Nobody disobeys Oberon. Ever. But Merlin is Arthur's.

FAE! FICS! i love love love this fic and it was so fun and full of some fun familiar characters

so close and I'm halfway to it by ariadne_odair

rating: M

Summary: Merlin swears he doesn’t go looking for trouble, but it seems to follow him around regardless. After being ambushed by a group of bandits, it’s up to Arthur and Merlin to rescue the rest of the knights. Of course this involves journeying through a forest full of magical creatures- because nothing in Merlin’s life is ever easy. That would be more than enough for Merlin to deal with, but nights alone in the wilderness and escaping death every five minutes, have a funny way of bringing two people together. Merlin doesn’t want to reveal his true feelings to Arthur, but then he never wanted to reveal his magic to anyone, either. And look how that turned out. It's a lot easier to manage Merlin's secrets between them when they're surrounded by nothing but trees. But Arthur and Merlin will have to return to Camelot eventually. Merlin's destiny might just be closer than he thinks.

and finally, the first fic in a decade that kept me up until 2am to read. this fic made me fall in love with fics again.

[lixiektty]

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today you had all the free time in the world but not much to do— getting something to eat and drink was definitely on top of your list though.

you went to a coffee shop where you saw someone who you never thought you'd see. you swear you knew that face. your eyes didn't leave him either, not when you were in line standing behind him, not when he sat down and you were waiting for your order.

it wasn't coming to you, the name. you knew you've seen him, but where? couldn't say. not until you got home and got a notification that your favorite camboy skyykim had gone live. you sat down on you bed, forgetting about everything and clicking onto the stream.

the pretty and recognizable eyes of the boy looked into you soul...wait. you watched him closing, him sitting back and palming himself over his sweats as he read the chat, the same purple sweatpants the boy at the coffee shop was wearing today, oh my god.

could it be that all this time, sky lived in the same area as you and you had never seen him. his mask covers the bottom of his face so you couldn't say for sure the boy at the coffee shop was sky, but too much was adding up.

you went again, didn't expect him to be there but there he was, same seat, same iced americano in hand as he scrolled through his phone. it'd be weird to just go up and ask him about something pretty personal, especailly when it seemed like he tried to keep his identity secert.

you had a plan, and it was to kiss ass until you built up the courage to ask such a question.

"hi, is... anyone sitting here?" you asked.

the boy looked up as he was midsip, eyes wide looking up at you. oh it was him, you were sure of it.

"oh—no, go ahead," he says, "i'm seungmin." both names start with an s, okay getting closer to figuring out this mystery.

"i'm y/n, i saw you sitting alone, and you seemed approachable so i took a shot at it," you lie.

seungmin nods, sitting his phone face down and turning his attention completely towards you. he was so beautiful, and up close he looked unreal. it was quite rare you found someone who you were attracted to, and this someone was someone you've thought about pretty much daily.

"so, what do you do?" you ask, trying to come up with any type of small talk to get a conversation started so you could do what you came for.

"i'm an influencer," he says.

"oh, and you make money from that?" oh this was going to be easier than i thought, you thought to yourself.

"quite a bit, yeah," he giggles. if only he knew some of that money was from you, "and you, what do you do?"

"actually trying to figure that out right now, i'm still in school so," you explain.

"what's your major?" god, he seemed to be quiet interested.

art was the one thing that kept you going, so of course that was what you decided to major in—when seungmin is told this, his eyes almost fall from his head.

"you major in art?" seungmin asked, intrigued.

"yeah," you answer, softly.

"oh, that's so cool, i wish i hadn't dropped out sometimes. sucks," seungmin says.

you could tell he meant that and wasn't just saying it to say it.

"do you wish you were doing something else?" you ask.

seungmin's change in expression was noticeable. you were nervous and you really tried to not make it obvious, but here you were—hands gripping onto your cup, look up at him.

"yeah," he shrugs, "yeah sometimes. it gets a bit difficult after a while, trying to keep up and all," he begins to explain.

you guess you could say you understood, selling yourself online could probably be a lot. it made you feel bad, and you knew more than he thought you did.

"it pays my bills, so thats what matters, right?" seungmin adds, slightly laughing it off. it so obvious he felt some type of way about it all though.

you wanted to lift his spirits, but you couldn't think of what to say. the music playing filled the silence between you two. it wasn't awkward though, some what comforting.

eventually you spoke up, "you're pretty attractive though, seungmin," you say, hoping it wouldn't throw him off too much.

"oh—well, thank you," he was obviously blushing at the comment.

seungmin looks up, staring deeply into your eyes. it was like a switch in color happened to his eyes, suddenly darker now, smile disappearing. after studying how you looked at him, he finally got a good read on you and felt the need to confront you about it, "y/n, you know who i am, don't you?"

"wh—what?" you were stunned, were you that obvious? did he know why you were here from the start?

"you know me by my online persona," seungmin trails on, the name leaving his lips quietly, "sky?"

"i... wasn't trying to make it obvious th—that i did. i thought i could befriend you before you know... asking," you start, and then just couldn't talking—your nerves were getting to you, "and i mean i wasn't even sure, you always have a mask and i could barely te—"

"hey, shh," seungmin cuts you off, "i could just tell," he picks up his coffee and takes a sip before asking, "is there something particular you want y/n?"

fuck.

it was like he was interrogating you, really digging deep into why you sat with him in the first place.

"if i were to say it, how will i know i'm not embarrassing myself?" you ask, trying to look anywhere but him.

seungmin leans forward, forcing you to look up into his eyes. once you lift your head, his little cocky smirk played along his face, tongue soon peeking out, "i asked a question, just answer."

oh, how he was going to be the death of you without even doing a thing. you couldn't bring yourself to speak up, he was insanely intimidating up close. getting to see his full face without that stupid black mask that covered his pretty mouth.

how fast things could happen, you thought. your body was now pressed against the door of your apartment, messily being kissed by seungmin as his hands roamed around you.

"it's been a while since i've actually had sex, yunno?" he says.

"yeah?" you ask. you had thought since he was so hot and sex was basically his thing, that he'd be sleeping around as much as he could, but you were proven wrong, "just say and do want you do on stream, and we should be fine."

seungmin needed to fuck you right now, like right this second. he was growing embarrassingly hard in his jeans, and with your body being pressed against his, he couldn't hold back.

"take me to your room," he says, in an almost demanding tone.

you drag him to your bedroom, immediately being put onto your hands and knees on your bed, your skirt flipped up, exposing your panties for him. as much as he loved that skimpy skirt, he needed you fully nude with not one piece of clothing in sight.

it happened so quick, because all of a sudden you were bare, face being pressed into the bed as seungmin's fingers spread open your folds.

"fuck—you're so wet," seungmin says, almost whimpering at the feeling. to know he was the cause of this drove him mad, he couldn't get enough of the feeling running along his fingers.

you squirmed each time he brushed past your clit, gathering more and more of your arousal before he pushed two fingers in with ease. your back arched, instinctively moving your hips back and sink down onto his fingers.

"slow down, let me take care of you," seungmin said. you looked so good like this, spread out and bare before him. seungmin scissored his fingers open, the squelching sounds of your tight wet cunt clenching onto his fingers made him dizzy, "haven't had pussy in so long, can't you just let me take in this moment?" seungmin says, but his tone of voice tells you he's enjoying playing with you.

the unexpected warmth of his mouth on your clit made you jump, he hummed into you slightly, taking in the taste. you were sweet on his tongue, drenching his fingers the more he lapped up your juices.

"fuck—seungmin, shit," you moan, burying your face into the mattress.

"such a dirty mouth," seungmin says standing up straight, fingers leaving you.

he places one of his knees on the bed between your legs, pushing them open to make sure you stayed like this as he fucked you. his cock was in hand, throbbing and waiting patiently to feels your tight walls squeezing him in.

"you watched all my streams?" seungmin asked, moving even closer to you. the head of his cock brushed past your clit repeatedly, it was hard for you to speak up when feeling him like this.

"almost, mainly just th—fuck, the new ones," you say, interrupting yourself when seungmin hit your clit roughly with his tip. his teasing was making your skin heat up, you desperately needed to fill his cock and he just wasn't giving in, not just yet.

"did you touch yourself?" he asked.

dammit. he's got you.

"what?" you ask, pretending like you didn't hear him.

"did you touch yourself to my streams, y/n?" he asked again, raising his voice a bit. he stopped the teasing and prodded at your entrance, "imaging my cock fill you up instead of your fingers, hm?"

you were about to answer, but his hips were against your ass and his cock was deep inside of you, basically knocking the wind out of you. it was crazy to even think this was happening—not that you been thinking about fucking this guy you've found online and had been watching for months, no. never.

"mmmh, you're so tight doll," he comments, pulling his hips back before drilling into you, "so, did you?"

"fuck—yes, all the time, thought about you," you struggle to say. he was starting off fast, and with this pace you'd be cumming around him in an instant.

"you're kind of a perv, baby," he chuckles, grabbing a handful of your ass, pulling you back towards him.

his movements in thrust and pace were like no one else before. his cock curved slightly, hitting at the right angle each time. you knew how down bad you already were, but fuck you were really starting to catch feelings.

"how lucky you are," seungmin says, but you're too dazed to even make out what he said.

"w- what?" you moan, clawing at the sheets.

"i said you're lucky," he repeats.

"why—why do you s-say that?" you ask.

"i don't go around fucking just anyone, especially not people who know me for my work but... you're so pretty, and how could i say no to such a pretty face?" seungmin coos, hands sliding down your hips and grab your waist.

you felt special, that was one way to put it. seungmin could make you pay for this, but he was so pussy-deprived, and you were just throwing yourself at him. he was thinking about all the ways he could fuck you when you were just looking at him, starry eyed, across the table.

"fuck, you're so deep," you cry out.

"am i?" seungmin leans down, leaving wet kisses behind your ear.

he made sure to roll his hips, hitting any spot imaginable, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. it all made you so delusional, thinking this was going to be more than just a quick fuck with someone you've fantasized about for the longest.

seungmin found you so cute, fuckable even, he just didn't think it'd happen so fast. currently, he felt weird about the whole relationship thing. hasn't found a partner in years, hasn't fucked much since his last either. it was pretty clear you were into him, and it really had him hooked. he was going to have you one way or another and it made it so much easier knowing you were familiar with his content.

he left kisses on your back before straightening up once again. his eyes landed on your untouched hole, pursing at him. anal wasn't a thing he ever experimented with, and never wanting to, but he felt this need to touch you there.

a ball of spit fell from his tongue, landing right onto your asshole. his thumb spread the spit around, using it as lubricant before he slipped his thumb in.

"may i?" he asked ever so nicely.

you weren't one for it, but after feeling him touch you so gently there, you basically begged for it. you were even tighter, your virgin ass taking in his thick thumb slowly. seungmin stopped mid-thrust, wanting to be careful. you were so tight and seungmin couldn't imagine how suffocated his cock would feel while inside of your ass.

you brought out a new side of seungmin, he was losing himself inside of you. after going so long without putting his dick in something and the sex already being this good, he didn't ever want to only have to fuck his fist again. you were addictive, how was he going to go without you?

"shit baby, you look so sexy all bent over for me. is this how you imagined it?" seungmin moved his thumb in and out of you with ease but his cock abusing your pussy.

"so much better than that," you admit.

seungmin chuckles at you, watching your hips and legs shake. they were near close to giving out on you but seungmin wasn't going to allow that. his free hand held onto your waist, increasing his pace in both his thrusts and his thumb moving inside of you.

"baby got what she's wanted then, hm?" seungmin asked.

you were moaning uncontrollably, moving back to create even more friction. seungmin was so strong even when only holding you with one hand. he was fucking you deeper, harder than before, utterly obsessed with your walls hugging him, and your asshole gripping onto his finger, making it hard for him to move.

"i'm so fucking close, keep doing that and i'm gonna make a mess of you my dear," he had a way with his words, he needed to—being a camboy and all. hearing it and knowing he's only talking to you was a different thing though.

"me—me too," you whine, clenching down on him even harder.

"fuck," seungmin cursed.

the coil in your stomach snapped, causing you to spasm, soaking his cock in your essence. seungmin was right behind you, twitching inside of you but didn't cum until you were done. he pulled out, leaving both your holes empty and needy.

his sounds were so pretty, little whimpers falling from his lips as he painted his cum onto your skin. your back arched more for him, pushing your ass back allowing his cum to land right onto it. it was warm, sticky feeling becoming more relevant with time passing.

"stay right there baby," seungmin says.

you feel him leave the bed, picking up his pants to grab his phone and get a picture of you like this before it was too late. seungmin comes rushing back, kneeling behind you again, resting his cock on your ass.

this wasn't anything seungmin ever wanted to forget, you arched and messy with his cum. he lifted his phone all the way up to get the full view of your body, capturing the lewd photo.

"jesus, that was so fucking good," seungmin comments.

he gets off the bed, picking up all his disregarded clothes, putting them back on and walking to grab some tissues he saw sitting on your night stand. seungmin comes back to clean you up, legs finally giving up on you and leaving you to fall completely flat.

"you alright, baby?" he asked. even after everything, he was still using little pet names and it just made it so much worse for you.

you nod, closing your eyes and feeling sleepy. seungmin smiles at your state, throwing the tissues away and covering you with a blanket, making sure your head was propped up by some pillows. he didn't leave before making sure you were completely comfortable. you were half asleep, but you still seemed to register the kiss seungmin gave you on your forehead.

"dream of me."