#nodding thoughtfully and stroking my chin...

[aita-alternia]

WIBTA for refusin” to go to my ex-matesprit”s moirail”s flush commitment ceremony?

My (10, olive, “Anthem”) ex-matesprit”s (12, bronze, “Breach”) moirail (12, gold, “Cannon”) and his matesprit (12, teal, “Dollie”) are havin” a flush commitment ceremony in several perigees. They started plannin” this ceremony while I was still datin” my ex. I”ve been friends with “Dollie” outside of the scope of her bein” my ex”s moirail”s matesprit, though that is how we became close. Both “Breach” and I were asked to be in the commitment party for each of them, me on “Dollie”s” side and “Breach” on “Cannon”s” side.

However, I”ve been asked to step down from bein” in the ceremony. Rather, “Dollie” said that another friend of hers whose wasn”t originally available is now available and I”m bein” treated as a back up if someone else can”t make it. This is after I”ve already bought an expensive outfit to fit the ceremony color palette per “Dollie”s” specifications.

I”m hurtin” because I think I was only ever invited to join because our matesprits were moirails and I”m not sure she ever really saw us as friends. Part of me doesn”t wanna be a part of any of it anymore, but my palecrush (11, gold, “Elliot”) is also in the ceremony on “Dollie”s” side and I don”t want to cause a huge fuss and risk “Elliot” going ashen on us. I don”t have any blackrom feelings for “Dollie,” if anythin” we”re just hatefriends. “Anthem” and I are still friends too, so I don”t wanna mess up our entire friend group.

Would I be the asshole if I told “Dollie” I wasn”t interested in bein” a backup party member and didn”t go to the ceremony?

[domjaehyun]

under the influence (l.dh)

PAIRING ▸ stoner!haechan x fem!reader WORD COUNT ▸ 11.6k WARNINGS ▸ a hint of dubcon (she’s timid but very much likes the attention), pervy!dom!haechan, shy!sub!reader, slight dacryphilia, corruption kink, finger sucking, oral (giving & receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, nipple play (receiving), marking, some cum eating, spit play, groping in public, panty stealing & sniffing PLAYLIST ▸ FYS - john concepcion, sweet release - kevin ross NOTES ▸ hii i hope you enjoy! any and all positive feedback is greatly appreciated, so send me an ask if you liked it or let me know in the tags pretty please :) 

As you press the button to call the elevator, you start to get the jitters. They start in your fingertips and travel up your arms to the back of your neck, making the fine hairs there stand on end, and you shudder slightly, shaking your head in an attempt to do away with the sensation.

The doors open with a ding, and you jump at the sound, making Yeri look over at you in alarm.

“Are you okay?” she asks, worries, and you nod, albeit a bit too quickly and vigorously to be convincing. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say with a frown, and she rolls her eyes exaggeratedly. “Nothing!” you insist.

“You’re a horrible liar,” Karina reminds you, and your frown deepens. “But if you say so, I guess.” 

Relieved, you follow Yeri and Karina into the elevator and lean into the back corner of the shaft, resting your back against where the two walls meet. 

“We should watch a movie today,” Karina suggests excitedly, and she and Yeri fall into a discussion that you would join if you weren’t busy thinking about Haechan and whatever stunts he’s going to pull today. 

It takes three calls of your name from Karina and a vigorous shake from Yeri to snap you out of it, and you look at them sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. 

“Girl, where do you keep going? Every time I look over at you, you’re in la-la land.” Yeri asks, concerned and amused.

“Sorry, I was just… thinking.” you mumble.

“We know that,” Yeri says with a chuckle and roll of her eyes. “Thinking about what, hm?” she presses, and you balk.

“She’s probably thinking about Haechan and what stunts he’s gonna pull today.” Karina supposes, and you frown, upset you’ve been caught.

In your defense, Haechan is always up to shenanigans when you’re around; he pulls at your skirt to fluster you, plays with your hair to get your attention, strokes under your chin just to watch your eyes glaze over—you name it, he’s either done it or is probably thinking about it.

You can’t honestly say his advances are unwelcome because, well, you’ve had a crush on him for the past six months. But something about him is so intense, so jarringly locked in, that it makes you hesitate, and being the object of his full and undivided attention never fails to make you the shyest version of yourself, and you manage to make a fool of yourself almost every single time you get around him, and you have no idea how you’re going to deal with his antics today. 

“Girl.” Karina’s voice cuts through the fog in your brain and you blink hard, focusing on your friend’s concerned expression. “You’re doing it again.”

“Oh. Sorry,” you mutter, rubbing your arm awkwardly. “I’m here, for real.”

As the bell dings and the doors open, the three of you file out of the elevator, walking towards the end of the hall to your destination.

“If you need help with him, let us know. We can make up a code word!” Karina suggests helpfully, and you smile, endeared by your friend’s attempt to calm your nerves.

“What should it be?” you wonder, and she screws her face up thoughtfully.

“Blinker.” Yeri answers, and you both turn to look at her. “It should be blinker. Like, if he’s getting too close and you can’t handle it, you can just say you kinda wanna try hitting a blinker or something like that.”

“The last time I hit a blinker, I coughed for ten minutes straight and it was the most painful experience of my life.” Karina recalls, grimacing at the memory. “It’s perfect.”

“Great.” Yeri says, smiling reassuringly at you before the three of you stop in front of the apartment door. Without a second thought, Yeri knocks three times on the door, stepping back to where you two are standing and waits with you for someone to open the door.

It opens a moment later to reveal Haechan standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorframe and the other holding the door, and you wonder how such a simple stance has you short of breath.

He looks at Karina and Yeri, smiling pleasantly, before he locks eyes with you. Slowly wetting his lips, his eyes slowly drag up and down your frame, taking in your outfit and appearance before he meets your gaze once more and drops one eyelid into a flirtatious wink.

“Come on in,” he invites, stepping back to let Karina and Yeri in. When it’s your turn to pass, he moves closer, deliberately blocking part of your way so you have to brush by him to enter, and you’re sure it’s also no coincidence that he’s positioned himself so your chest has to brush against his. You swallow your nerves and continue walking past him, not daring to look back in case he’s looking at you; which, if today is anything like every other day you all hang out, he most certainly is. 

Shutting the door behind you, Haechan follows after the three of you into the living room, but waits, standing, by the chair where Mark sits—for what, you don’t know. You wave hello to Mark in his favorite armchair and Jeno on one end of the couch, who greet you pleasantly and resume their tasks of packing the bong and rolling a joint, respectively. Mildly confused but saying nothing at Haechan’s behavior, you take a seat at the other end of the couch, only for Haechan to move at last, crossing the living room to sit directly next to you.

Your throat dries up at the prospect of being so close to him, and you inhale shakily, wanting desperately to roll your eyes back in your head when you catch a whiff of his intoxicating cologne.

Haechan doesn’t say anything for a moment, just rests one elbow on his knee and observes you with his cheek in his palm. His expression is nothing short of desiring as he takes in your appearance, your burgundy pleated skirt and short-sleeved cream blouse apparently quite the fascinating little number to him, causing you to shift awkwardly in your seat and self-consciously tug your skirt down a bit.

“Relax,” he chuckles. “I’m staring at you because you look good,” Haechan compliments, eyeing you appreciatively. “You always look good, though, but today… damn.”

You blink at him, stunned by the flirtatious lilt to his voice, and mumble, “Oh.”

“Oh?” he mimics you, chuckling, and you furrow your brows, frowning at his teasing. His brows lift up as his face brightens with amusement, and he shakes his head slowly with a smile.

“Thank you.” you say softly, and he nods, smile widening. 

“You’re so cute.” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours. Your eyes dart around, looking everywhere but at him, but he recaptures your attention when he snickers quietly and you meet his gaze to see he’s no longer looking at your eyes, but your lips, and there’s a distinct longing in his stare that unnerves you and, if you’re honest, piques your curiosity. “Did you make it here okay?”

“Yeah,” you mumble quietly, eyes shifting back and forth from his eyes to your lap before you give into temptation and look at his lips, regretting it instantly when they quirk up into a smirk as he catches you looking. “The bus was basically empty, and it had heating today.”

“Mm, that’s good to hear,” he muses, running his fingers through his hair, and you attempt to hide the way you swallow thickly at the attractive sight. “We don’t want anyone pressing up against such a pretty girl and trying anything sleazy, right?”

“Um…” you trail off, managing to restrain the reply on the tip of your tongue that Haechan is probably the most likely candidate to press up against you and try something sleazy.

“...Right.” he finishes for you, and you nibble your bottom lip.

“...Right.” you echo, and he grins. 

“So… Do you wanna smoke?” he asks.

“I do,” you confirm shyly, and he smiles slightly, no doubt amused by your nervousness.

“Good girl. Did you wanna hit my pen? It’s pretty strong.” he offers, and you won’t lie—your brain blanks for a minute at the praise, but you’re pretty sure you manage to recover just in time for Haechan not to notice anything.  

“Okay,” you reply hesitantly, and he grins.

“Great—give me one second to get something.” he says before standing up and heading to the back of the apartment to his room. You wait fairly patiently, fingers lightly drumming on your knee as you wait for him to return.

“What’s up?” Mark asks curiously.

“Haechan’s getting something from his room.” you explain, and Mark nods slowly, lips pursed thoughtfully.

Haechan returns from the back of the apartment after a moment with a new cartridge in his hand. You watch with mild fascination as he deftly switches the cartridges in his pen, taking a test pull and holding it in for so much time, you’d swear he’s trying to show off.

When he looks over at you and winks before blowing it out, your suspicions are confirmed. 

“This strain is special,” Haechan murmurs to you, and his eyes drop to your lips as he continues, “it’s a ‘horny’ strain.”

“A horny strain?” you mumble, confused, and he nods with a grin.

“It heightens libido.” he adds, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Want some?”

“That’s not real,” Mark calls out from across the living room, and you crane your head to see him. “There’s no actual science to back that up.”

Haechan scoffs, rolling his eyes. “No one signed up for your TEDTalk on weed; save it.”

Mark grumbles something about misinformation being the death of society but remains otherwise silent.

Haechan calls your attention back to him with a simple clearing of the throat, and you look back at him to see his gaze heavy-lidded and sultry as he regards you, and you start to wonder if Mark might actually be the misinformed one.

“Want some?” he repeats his question from earlier, and you hesitate, making him roll his eyes and chuckle. “It’s not gonna bite you.” As you shift closer to take the pen from him, he holds it out of your reach with a glint in his eye. “I might, though,” he murmurs, and you swallow thickly.

He scans your frame, eyes lingering on your almost outstretched hand, and takes a slow, deep pull from the pen, not holding it in for nearly as long before he’s leaning towards you suddenly, making you yelp and draw back.

“Relax,” he mumbles, some of the smoke slipping from his mouth. He cups your chin in his hand and tugs gently to get you to open your mouth before leaning closer, so close that you fear your lips might touch, leading you to attempt to pull back; however, Haechan’s grip on your chin tightens, a clear sign to stay where you are, and he blows the smoke into your mouth slowly. You’re deeply flustered at first, but your instincts kick in as you inhale the secondhand smoke, holding it in your lungs for a couple of seconds before blowing it back out.

When you’re done exhaling, you expect to pull back, but Haechan’s grip on you hasn’t loosened, the male now studying your lips with an intensity in his gaze that gives you a twinge of anxiety and something else you don’t have it in you to identify. 

“You ever shotgunned before?” he asks softly, and you shake your head as much as his hold on you will allow. “You did a good job.”

“Thanks,” you mumble meekly. “Can you let me go now?”

He rolls his eyes slowly, lips quirking into a cocky grin as he does just that, releasing your chin and sitting back. “If you say so.”

“Thanks,” you mutter quietly, and he flicks his brows upwards in acknowledgement, gaze scanning you before lingering for a moment by the side of your face. “What is it?”

“You have something in your hair,” he says, gesturing to near your ear. When you fail to retrieve the foreign object, he tsks in dissatisfaction before leaning over and gently removing a single white feather from your hair. “Probably from the pillows.” he explains, the backs of his fingers gently grazing your ear as he pulls back. When you squirm away from his touch slightly, the contact too sensitive and ticklish, Haechan chuckles softly. “Look how nervous I make you.” His fingers return to your ear, gently stroking the shell of your ear, and your face blazes with embarrassment and something else as he hums softly. “Even your ear is hot. Do I make you hot anywhere else?” He drops his hand, fingers lightly skimming your upper thigh, and you just about jump out of your skin, cursing internally when you see the delight in his expression.

“Thanks for getting the feather out of my hair,” you say in a desperate attempt to navigate the conversation elsewhere, but it seems Haechan isn’t quite set on letting you off that easily.

“Oh, come on,” he presses, sitting closer to you and leaning so close you can smell his (delicious) cologne. “Don’t tell me your heart isn’t racing right now.”

It is, you think grimly. That’s exactly what I’m trying to avoid.

“Haechan, leave the poor girl alone,” Karina calls from the other end of the couch, and the momentary waver in Haechan’s attention on you as his eyes dart elsewhere is all you need to scoot further back and smooth your skirt out with a vigorous clearing of your throat.

When Haechan looks back over at you, you’ve thankfully managed to regain a semblance of your composure, your gaze politely but pointedly focused at your hands in your lap.

“Pretty girl, you want another hit of the pen?” Haechan offers, and you think back to the way Haechan clutched your chin earlier to shotgun you, finally shaking your head in refusal. “Okay,” he relents, reaching into his back pocket for something and frowning before pulling out an empty hand. “I have something for you.” he says before standing up and heading back to his room.

He emerges once more with a half of a red gummy cube sticking out of his mouth, sitting back down on the couch and draping his arm over the back so it’s ghosting just over your shoulders. “Bite,” he urges through closed teeth, and you shoot him a wary look. “Bite,” he stresses, and you falter, not sure if you should.

“Is it an edible?” you ask cautiously, and he rolls his eyes, an amused chuckle leaving him. 

“Yes. Bite.” It’s not a request, and instead of getting huffy about him bossing you around, you’re more surprised than anyone else when you lean in and carefully bite the other end of the gummy, tugging your half away from his mouth before chewing it. It’s sweet and sugary, but there’s a definite strong aftertaste, a tongue-drying, almost numbing sensation that reminds you it was more than just a little snack. “See, you don’t mind sharing with me, right?”

You don’t answer, instead sitting back and pulling out your phone to fire off a quick text to your group chat consisting of the two girls sitting a little ways away from you and your fourth roommate, Yurin, who usually frequents these hangout sessions but had to pass this time to study for midterms.

you [18:11pm] SOS

you [18:11pm] he keeps being all TOUCHY TOUCHY what do i do?

You set your phone down on the couch face down and stand up, heading to the bathroom to calm your nerves. 

Little do you know, your phone buzzes while you’re gone, Haechan’s curiosity getting the better of him as he flips your phone over. 

Luckily for him, and very unluckily for you, you don’t have a privacy setting on your Messages app notifications, meaning that any incoming texts can be read by any prying eyes, no passcode necessary.

yurin big trouble mister [18:14pm] maybe tell him how you get all TOUCHY TOUCHY with yourself to the thought of him 😁

karina bo bina [18:16pm] god could you be any more crass??

yurin big trouble mister [18:17pm] LMAOOO i couldn’t help it the joke was right there

yeri berry [18:18pm] you’re laughing. our dear friend is about to get consumed by a weed smoking incubus and you’re laughing.

Haechan snorts to himself in amusement, deliberately leaving your phone face-up for your return. You enter the room shortly after, picking up your phone and scrolling through your notifications with a small frown bordering on a grimace.

“What’s got you all upset, pretty?” Haechan asks, feigning curiosity, and you flinch, locking your phone and tossing it in your lap in a panic. “And now you’re jumpy, too? What’s on that phone that’s got you so stressed out, hm?” 

“Nothing,” you answer far too quickly for your liking. 

“I don’t think it’s nothing,” Haechan persists, voice lowering in pitch and volume as he moves closer to you, eyes bright with excitement and something else you can’t quite place. “I think there’s something incriminating on that phone.”

“Incriminating?” you mumble, dazed and flustered, and Haechan nods slowly, lips curling into a wolfish grin. 

“Incriminating like… nudes, maybe,” he muses, tapping his chin thoughtfully, and at the sight of your confused face, shakes his head. “That must not be it. Maybe a message of some sort… from a friend…” You freeze as you realize exactly what’s going on, and Haechan’s grin only widens now that he can tell you know that he knows. “Wonder what you look like when you… how did she put it? ‘Get all touchy touchy with yourself’ to the thought of me.” 

“Haechan,” you murmur, heart rate quickening as you try to think of any possible way out of this conversation. “It’s not what you think it is.”

“I think it’s exactly what I think it is.” he counters with a mischievous wiggle of his brows, and you whimper in panic, desire starting to blaze in his eyes at the sound. 

“What were you doing looking at my phone, anyway?” you accuse, cursing to yourself as your voice shakes slightly.

“I’m nosy,” is all he offers in response. “And, oh, please, you wanted me to see that text. You wanted me to know that late at night,” he teases, pulling your hand closest to him away as you squeal and try to cover your ears, “you touch your pretty little pussy,” he forces your hand back down between you two with a chuckle, “and think about me.”

“Could you lower your voice, please?” you mumble nervously, and he just laughs.

“You don’t want everyone to know that you’re into me, do you?” he remarks, and you swallow thickly, looking down at your lap. “I’ll keep your little secret. For a price.”

You study him out of the corner of your eye suspiciously. “What price?”

He strokes his chin thoughtfully before leaning back and draping his arm behind you on the couch. “I’ll let you know.” His voice is teasing but there’s an ominous edge to his voice that makes you gulp.

“Hey, Yeri?” you call, and her attention is on you instantly. “Remember when, um, you hit that blinker earlier? How’s your throat feeling?”

Her eyes widen almost imperceptibly in understanding and she rubs her throat gingerly, frowning deeply. “It’s still sore. Wanna come get some water with me?”

“Yes,” you accept the offer gratefully and practically spring up from the couch, following after Yeri and ignoring, to the best of your ability, Haechan’s little snicker from behind you.

“You wanna switch seats?” Yeri asks in a low, concerned voice as you two enter the kitchen, and she laughs when you hesitate.

“I mean, I like it, I just… need a quick break.” you mumble, and she nods, pouring herself a glass of water. “Could you guys, um, hear him earlier?”

“No… why?” she scrutinizes you, and you blink, flustered. 

“He saw the group chat texts.” you mutter, and her eyes widen in alarm, setting her glass down a bit too harshly, the loud clink resonating throughout the room.

“I’m gonna kill Yurin.” she hisses.

“Not if I get there first.” you huff, and she snickers. Footsteps sound out from the living room, making their way to the kitchen, and Yeri pauses. “It’s not Haechan,” you assure her. “I think it’s Karina.”

Sure enough, Karina enters the kitchen, and Yeri looks at you in surprise. “How’d you know?”

“I recognize the footsteps.” you explain with a shrug. “Plus, the guys are wearing house slippers and we’re in, like, socks, so it makes a different sound.”

“Okay, little miss super spy.” Yeri teases with a laugh, and you giggle, pushing her playfully. “Have you recovered, you think?”

“Yeah,” you confirm, smiling. “I’m ready to go back out there.”

“What’d I miss?” Karina whines, and Yeri looks at you expectantly.

“Haechan saw the texts about me… at night… that Yurin sent.” you explain carefully, and Karina lets out a loud gasp, her hand flying to cover her mouth.

“I’m killing her.” she groans, and you and Yeri chuckle.

“Get in line, girl.” Yeri says, and Karina snorts in amusement.

“You’re gonna be okay if we go back out there, right?” Karina asks worriedly, and you’re briefly overcome with appreciation for your friends.

“I’ll be okay, I’m pretty sure. I’ll just say blinker again if anything goes wrong.” you confirm, nodding resolutely, and the crease between Karina’s brows fades away as she relaxes.

You three make your way back to the living room, fully preparing to sit back down, but thankfully, before Haechan can torment you further, Jeno inadvertently saves your life and whatever’s left of your dignity by standing up from the couch abruptly and clapping his hands together. “I’m hungry. Diner?”

“I would kill for waffles,” Karina agrees, and Mark and Haechan also stand and start to grab their belongings as you all make your way to the door and slip your shoes on. 

As you shuffle between Yeri and Karina for protection and wait as the elevator descends to the indoor garage of the apartment complex, a tickle starts to build in your throat, making you clear it quietly, then more insistently when the sensation persists. 

“You okay?” Haechan asks, hand poised over your back to pat it in assistance, and you nod.

“My throat is just… a little dry,” you mumble, and Haechan nods in understanding, reaching into his jacket and handing you a Blow Pop. “Thanks,” you mutter, pleasantly surprised as you unwrap the lollipop and stick it into your mouth. By the time the doors open on the garage floor, the flavored saliva produced by the sweet treat sitting in your cheek has almost entirely soothed your throat, and you’re feeling significantly better. 

The six of you make your way to where Jeno’s and Haechan’s cars are parked beside each other and stand behind the two cars, silently deliberating amongst yourselves.

“Well, I call shotgun.” Mark calls out, and Jeno unlocks his car, Mark sliding into the passenger seat.

“There’s no way all six of us are gonna cram into Jeno’s car,” Yeri remarks incredulously. 

“Yeah, definitely not, because my middle backseat’s seat belt isn’t working and the airbag sensors are fucked up, so it’s a seat belt or nothing in my car.” Jeno laments, and your skin starts to crawl as you realize where this might be heading. 

“So your car only seats four… and there are six of us…” you say slowly, pulling the lollipop from your lips with a muted wet pop that has Haechan eyeing you like a lion about to corner the slowest gazelle of the herd. Usually, there are seven of you, so even if you had to ride with Haechan, there’d be a third body present in the form of the lovably boisterous Yurin.

Curse Yurin’s midterms, and curse Yurin for sending that text, and curse yourself for leaving your phone where Haechan could see, and curse Haechan for being nosy—

“I’ll ride with Haechan,” Karina offers, noticing the way you become more and more quiet as you sink further into your worries. 

“No, you won’t.” Haechan says, leaning against his passenger door. Everyone looks over at him, and he just pushes off of the door, opening it and pointing directly at you. “Get in.”

“Oh, gosh.” you mumble, and you’re not sure if it’s the weed effect making you feel sluggish or you’re really that apprehensive, but you feel a bit like a puppet with sandbags for shoes, your feet hesitantly shuffling, dragging, scuffling towards Haechan’s passenger door.

“It’s an eight-minute drive,” Yeri calls to you sympathetically, and you nod, shooting her a feeble thumbs up that you don’t even believe. “We’ll see you soon!” 

“Yeah,” you croak, feeling very much like a lamb being led to slaughter, and Haechan smiles sweetly at you, baring all his teeth as you sit in his car. He closes the passenger door and crosses over to the driver’s side, opening the door and getting in. 

When Haechan finishes settling down into the driver’s seat, checking his mirror views and pulling up the GPS to the diner, he straps himself in and looks over at you, eyes scanning your frame for something—you don’t quite know what. Seemingly done with his inspection, he leans closer to you without warning and reaches for the seat belt buckle in your chair, pulling it out and over your body as he clicks it into place. The whole while, he’s invading your personal space, your breath catching in your throat as you realize his face is close enough to yours that you could probably count his lashes if you wanted to.

He turns his head ever so slightly, eyes locking on yours, and you blink rapidly in alarm, rendered immobile as he studies your face.

“You look so cute, all innocent and helpless like this.” he murmurs softly, and the tiniest of squeaks escapes you, his eyes flashing with glee at the sound. “Now stop looking at me like that,” he warns, “or I’ll kiss you.”

You blanch, trying immediately to make any other expression than the one you didn’t even know you were sporting, and he chuckles before sitting back in his seat and starting his car. He turns the air conditioning on—a strange choice, considering it’s a bit nippy outside—and pulls out of his spot, starting to drive towards the diner.

It doesn’t take long for you to get cold, goosebumps gradually appearing on your arms and legs, but you’re a bit too nervous to say anything, instead suffering in silence. You clasp your hands together in your lap, rubbing them together for warmth, and, as he stops at a red light, Haechan looks over at you, watching in fascination as you shift in your seat for any sort of friction that could warm you. After a moment, you notice his eyes fixated pointedly on your chest, and you spare a glance down to see, to your alarm, that your nipples are hard, starting to poke through your clothing, and you curse internally for wearing a thin, lacy bra that does nothing to conceal your stiffened buds.

He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, smirking in what seems like satisfaction, before refocusing his attention on the road. You cross your arms over your chest protectively, tucking your fingers into the crooks of your elbows as he drives down the road.

“We’re here,” he announces after some time, pulling into a parking spot in front of the diner and turning the car off. The cold air blowing through the vents shuts off, much to your relief, and you unbuckle your seat belt before he gets the chance, practically flinging yourself out of the car into the significantly less cold night air.

As you all file into the diner, you notice a man staring very pointedly at you and your bare legs and your chest, where your nipples have yet to go down. 

Haechan scans the room, catches sight of the man, and follows his gaze back to where you stand, his jaw clenching.

“Put this on,” Haechan murmurs, shrugging off his jacket and offering it to you. You start to take it, eager for warmth, but pause, looking at him suspiciously.

“Why?”

His gaze flicks over your shoulder at where the man from earlier sits, and understanding dawns on you. “Just—put it on for me?” 

You nod, gratefully accepting the jacket, and Haechan steps closer, draping it over your shoulders and helping you put your arms through the sleeves. 

“Thank you,” you say quietly, and he nods.

“You look cute in my jacket.” he remarks with a small smirk, and your cheeks warm.

“Thank you,” you mumble, and he trails his tongue along his bottom lip before gesturing for you to follow after him with a jerk of his head, a quick peek past him revealing the hostess who’s arrived to take you all to your seats.

When you arrive at the booth, Haechan’s right by you, gesturing for you to go in first. You do so without complaint, preferring the inner seat anyway, but it’s when Haechan slides in next to you that you realize your mistake as he closes you into the booth corner, the main obstacle between you and freedom from, well, him.

As the hostess passes out menus and you all start to look them over, you feel the side of his hand resting against the side of your thigh, making you attempt to shift away from his hand, the touch too intimate for you to handle at the moment.

Somehow, his hand finds its way back against your leg, palm turned up slightly as he lightly grazes his fingertips along your thigh, and you suck in a sharp breath, doing your best to pass it off as a cough when Haechan looks over at you, eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I think I’m gonna get the breakfast platter,” Yeri says excitedly. “It comes with pancakes, eggs prepared how you want them, homefries, and your choice of meat.” 

“That sounds so good,” you reply thoughtfully. “I think I want a burger.” 

“Yeah, a burger sounds good,” Haechan agrees, eyes slowly sliding over to study your reaction as he flattens his palm against your leg, slowly sliding it up to caress your upper thigh. Your reaction must be nothing short of rewarding, as you jolt so forcefully that you shake the table slightly, and he chuckles softly.

“You okay, girl?” Karina asks, worried, and you nod, swallowing thickly.

“I just, um…felt a tickle on my ankle. Thought it was a bug or something.” you mumble, and she nods, eyebrows still furrowed in concern.

“I know I said waffles earlier, but I kind of want these barbecue ribs,” Karina says, pointing at an entry on the menu, but you can barely make your gaze focus on where her finger touches the menu because Haechan’s hand is still very much on your thigh, and to make matters worse, you think you like it.

His hand slides up higher, the side of his thumb slipping under the hem of your skirt, and you raise your glass to your lips in an attempt to act natural, hoping and praying no one notices the way your hand is shaking slightly.

Haechan leans in closer to you, murmuring in your ear, “This must be a dream come true for you, huh?” He grips your thigh firmly, not even attempting to play it off as a casual touch anymore, and you barely manage to stifle your yelp of surprise in time. “Must have been wanting this for so long,” he breathes secretively, smiling lips grazing the shell of your ear so subtly, no one else would notice unless they were paying unnaturally close attention.

You, however, do notice. Not only do you notice, but you suck in a sharp breath of surprise, the sudden movement making the water in your cup slosh forward and spill out slightly, a few droplets dripping down your chin.

You suck your teeth in mild irritation, glaring at Haechan as you reach for your napkin, but he’s faster, his free hand coming up and wiping the liquid off of your chin.  

“Um, thanks.” you mumble, and he nods, locking eyes with you as he licks at the pad of his thumb, cleaning off the water droplets with his mouth. “Oh, dear Neptune.” you whisper to yourself, feeling more and more overwhelmed by the moment. “Where is this waitress—I need to eat something.”

“Yeah, we should let her know we’re ready to order,” Mark says, waving a hand out to flag down the waitress. As she approaches, you sneak a peek at Haechan, whose expression is surprisingly calm and neutral given the sensual, slow circles he’s drawing on your upper thigh with his thumb.

Haechan’s hand slips further in between your legs, getting dangerously close to your core, and you decide that’s enough play time for him, clamping your legs together forcefully.

“You trapped my hand, pretty girl,” he points out with a growing grin, and you ignore him even as he continues, “I didn’t know you liked it that much.”

You still don’t give him a response, staring stubbornly out the booth window, and he chuckles before withdrawing his hand from your legs with such ease that you wonder if he was ever really stuck there.

“Oh, we’re doing the silent treatment? Copy that.” he muses, nodding slowly in understanding, and you can’t help but wonder what else he has in store for you.

Today, the energy in the room is entirely different—and you don’t like it one bit.

Haechan won’t even acknowledge you today; his eyes skip over you when he scans the room like you’re not even there, or, worse, he seems to be looking completely through you at times, completely unaffected by your presence.

“Girl, did you piss Haechan off or something?” Yeri whispers to you, and your brows knit together as you shake your head. “He hasn’t made a single move on you all day.”

“I know,” you mutter bitterly.

“Maybe he’s sick,” Karina supplies in an attempt to help, but her words practically fall on deaf ears as you stare burning holes into the side of his face as he laughs at something Mark said.

“I’m about to be sick,” you mumble, your stomach twisting uncomfortably as your somewhat secret crush that used to be obsessed with you treats you like you’re nothing more than a couch cushion.

You don’t know what’s come over you, but when Haechan gets up and heads towards the kitchen. you find yourself standing to follow, mumbling that you’ll be right back to Karina.

Haechan stands with his back to you at the kitchen island, pouring a can of something—it looks like Monster—into a glass, and you take a moment to admire his slender yet lean build, the curve of his shoulders and the perfectly mussed up state of his hair—

“I know you’re there, you know.” he says calmly, and your eyes widen as you immediately attempt to look busy doing anything other than blatantly ogling him. He turns right when you’ve reached for a bag of Ruffles chips and raises an eyebrow expectantly. “You have something you want to say?”

“What do you mean?” you ask, slightly thrown off-guard, and he blinks at you impassively.

“I noticed you staring at me,” is all he says in response, and you blanch, pursing your lips carefully.

“Haechan, are you mad at me?” you ask softly, and he smirks.

“And why do you ask that?”

You fidget with the hem of your skirt nervously, averting your gaze to look at the granite countertop. “Well, you… haven’t talked to me all night.”

Haechan doesn’t say anything for a concerningly long time, prompting you to look up at him and immediately wish you hadn’t. He looks beyond smug, and painfully attractive as he leans in slightly, not close enough to get in your space but close enough to send a thrill down your spine. 

“You were giving me the silent treatment the other day, right?” he reminds you, and you hesitate, realizing you were the cause for his radio silence. “I was just returning the favor.”

“Well, don’t.” you say with a frown, and he raises his eyebrows, amused and surprised.

“Why not? Did you miss me or something?” he teases, and you balk, losing all your nerve as quickly as you’d found it.

“No!” you answer quickly, and he arches an eyebrow skeptically, prompting you to continue, “No, I just—”

“You and I don’t really talk much, anyway,” Haechan muses, leaning his back against the island as he regards you with a cocky glint in his eyes. “So what is it you really miss, hm?”

“Well—” you struggle to find your words, and something softens in Haechan’s gaze, the cocky twinkle now accompanied with a smile bordering dangerously on fondness.

“You miss me messing with you, don’t you?” he asks, and at your lack of response, nods in confirmation. “You miss me touching you?” he questions, dragging out the syllables excruciatingly slowly. He sucks his teeth when you still don’t reply and says, “I know you do. You know you do. Now just admit it.”

“I can’t,” you protest weakly, and he shrugs, raising his hands in surrender.

“You want me to touch you again? Give me what I want.” He sounds dead serious and painfully unwavering on his stance, prompting you to whimper quietly to yourself, too wrapped up in your own nerves to notice the way his eyes darken at the sound of your desperation.

“I want you to touch me.” you mumble shamefully, and his lips quirk up into the beginnings of a smile. 

“Come here; say it again.” he urges, beckoning you closer, and you hesitate, making a challenge flash in his expression before he’s poking his tongue into the inside of his cheek and chuckling. “Don’t make me come over there.”

“I want you,” you say, “to touch me,” you repeat your words from earlier, trying desperately to look anywhere but at him.

You can see him crossing the distance between you in your peripheral vision, your insides tensing with anticipation as he gets closer and closer. To your utter disappointment, he continues to walk as if he’s going to pass you, only pausing to tilt his head to the side in a patronizing display of faux sympathy.

“Good girl. Now, was that so hard?” he chuckles, not even giving you a chance to respond before he continues his path out of the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

What in the absolute hell did you just get yourself into?

You’re coming back from the bathroom when you quite literally almost run into Haechan in the hallway. 

“Sorry,” you say, stepping to the side to get past, but he steps to the same side. You laugh awkwardly before stepping to the other side, only for him to do the same, his movements far too calculated to be a mistake, and you come to the realization that he’s intentionally blocking your path. “Haechan?” you ask quietly, nervousness creeping into your voice, and he chuckles.

He takes a step towards you, prompting you to take a cautious one backwards, and his smile widens as he advances on you, slowly but surely herding you back towards the bathroom. When your back hits the nearby wall, your eyes widen, and he mocks you, briefly widening his eyes in faux surprise before flicking his brows up suggestively and placing one hand on the wall by your head on the side you could escape from, successfully trapping you in a makeshift corner. 

“You’re so cute, really.” Haechan sighs, smiling fondly at you, but there’s a devious twinkle in his eye as he regards you.

As he closes in on you, your body is alight with nerves and anticipation, and you decide to try again, feebly calling, “...Haechan?”

“Shh, shh, shh,” he quiets you soothingly, reaching up with his free hand to brush your hair out of your face. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, baby.” As if to prove his point, he presses his knee between your legs, thigh pressing up against your clothed core, and a poorly restrained moan bubbles up in your throat.

“Haechan—” you whine, and he shoots you a smug smile.

“See, baby? I know you want it. You know I want it. That’s why you always wear these tiny fucking skirts whenever you come over,” he states, hand dropping from your face to tug at the hem of your skirt, and you gasp—both at the sudden yanking and the insistent pressing of his thigh against your core. “You like it when I do this. Bet you were waiting for me to slip my hands under your skirt to touch you.”

“Mm-mm,” you protest, but the way your hips move against him, rolling back and forth and grinding wantonly in search of relief, is telling another story, Haechan arching a brow skeptically. 

“Mm, no? You don’t like it? But, wait… what was that you said in the kitchen earlier?” he questions, a taunting lilt to his words. “‘I want you to touch me,’” he echoes your earlier request in a poor imitation of your voice. “Well, I’m touching you, baby—don’t you like it?” When your only reply is a small nod, he shakes his head disapprovingly, gaze darkening. “Words.”

“Yes,” you whimper, breath catching in your throat when he rewards you with a firm upwards press of his thigh into your core. Your movements speed up slightly as you feel that familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen, your climax not far ahead.

“Are you gonna cum just like this?” he asks, and there’s a hint of amusement to his words but it’s almost entirely overtaken by the heavy desire in his voice. 

“Mm-hm,” you whine softly, your desperation peaking as your high gets closer and closer. 

“Beg me to let you cum.” he urges, and you’re already so far gone that your shame is all but done away with.

“Please, Haechan, can I cum?” you pant urgently, a slight pleading quality to your words as you feel the beginnings of your climax, pleasure blooming between your legs in a gush of warmth. “Please?” you whimper, and something in him snaps, Haechan lurching forward and cupping your face in his hands to hold you in place as he kisses you deeply, his tongue tracing along your lower lip as you tremble and moan weakly into his mouth. 

When you move to pull away to breathe, he clutches your face more firmly, slipping his tongue into your mouth and exploring at his leisure, all the while ignoring your muffled, plaintive cries for air. 

“Haechan, I can’t breathe,” you rasp out finally, and he lets you go with a shaky inhale and an unmistakable reluctance. 

“You are so goddamn addicting.” he pants, and his hands drop to your hips, resuming the motions you weren’t aware you’d stopped. “Keep going.”

His hands keep guiding your movements, practically dragging you back and forth on his thigh as he kisses you again. This kiss is messier than the last as he sucks on your tongue and pulls back to trail his lips down your neck, stopping just above your pulse point and sucking hard, a gasp escaping you at the pleasurable sensation.

“Mine,” he grunts against your throat, sinking his teeth into a new patch of skin and sucking there, too, without a doubt leaving some form of mark behind. “All fucking mine.” he repeats, clutching your hips tighter and dragging you up his leg and closer to him, lips parting from your neck with a loud, wet pop and connecting with yours eagerly. “Gonna fucking ruin you, princess.”

“Hae—” you barely get the first syllable of his name out before he’s sealing his mouth over yours again, fingers creeping into the kiss to pry your mouth open.

“Open,” he mutters, brows furrowed in concentration. When you oblige, he taps your tongue impatiently until you let it hang out of your mouth, Haechan sucking in a deep breath as he eyes you appreciatively. Without any warning or preamble, Haechan spits directly onto your tongue, and you whimper, voice cracking slightly. “Swallow. I’m gonna do it again.” You swallow his saliva, the extra moisture in your mouth jarring but not unwelcome, and return to your previous pose of your mouth open with your tongue hanging out. 

He grins and leans in again, hovering over your waiting tongue as he drops a long, clear string of saliva from his puckered lips down to your mouth. “Don’t swallow.” He pulls back from you slightly and pushes his middle and ring finger into your mouth, the cool silver of his ring catching your taste buds as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your mouth, gliding them against your tongue to collect as much wetness as he can. “Good girl,” he coos, pleased, and you’re embarrassed by the rush of warmth between your legs that appears at the praise. “Need them nice and wet for you.”

Not wasting a minute, he snakes his slick, spit-covered fingers past the band of your underwear and starts to stroke over your folds, digits gliding amongst your arousal with embarrassing ease. 

“You’re a mess down here,” he remarks, eyes alight with glee and something wild, primal as he teases you. “You like me that much? Hm?” He seems not to need an answer as he grins cockily at you, eyes scanning your face intently to drink in your every reaction to his touch, no matter how small. He trails his fingers up, up, up until he’s brushing the underside of your clit, and you jolt, flinching away. 

“Haechan, that’s sensitive—”

“I know, baby,” he coos. “That’s exactly why I’m doing it.” With the hand not currently in your underwear, he laces his fingers with yours, the back of his hand pressed against the palm of your own, and trails your linked hands down your body to join his other hand in your underwear. “Show me,” he rasps, and you blink at him, too far gone to fully understand exactly what he means. “Show me how you do it when you’re alone—when you think of me.”

Cheeks blazing, you realize you’re in no position to refuse, so you guide his hand into massaging your clit in circles, your abdomen tensing reflexively whenever his fingers graze the sensitive underside of your clit. 

“Talk to me, baby.” he urges gently, and you whine in protest, the fire in your face increasing nearly tenfold. “Wanna hear that pretty voice tell me how you touch your little pussy.”

“I just rub it in circles like this,” you mumble, voice slightly husky with desire, and the shift doesn’t go unnoticed, if the intensifying of Haechan’s gaze means anything. 

“You don’t go inside?” he asks softly, and you shake your head.

“Doesn’t feel good when I do it,” you whimper, and he sucks in air sharply, swearing under his breath as he watches your face twist in pleasure. It’s all too much for you, having his undivided attention on you like this, and you look away, a shudder traveling through your body as another climax approaches.

“Look at me,” he coaxes, and you reluctantly oblige, pleading eyes locking on his as your peak gets closer by the second. “Only look at me.”

“Okay,” you agree, the last syllable coming out like more of a squeak, and he smiles brilliantly, the hand not pleasuring you slipping out of your underwear and lifting your shirt up to reveal your breasts in your thin, lacy light blue bra. Leaning down, he wraps his lips around one of your nipples through the fabric and starts to suck, tongue swirling around the stiffening bud so wetly that his saliva starts to darken the fabric, the warmth of his spit seeping through the fabric. 

He sucks at your nipples with an almost ferocity, alternating breasts like he can’t get enough of either, and his hand snakes around your back to unclasp your bra, Haechan pushing the garment out of the way as soon as it’s loose and latching onto your nipple with a low groan of satisfaction.

As he flicks your nipple back and forth with his tongue, his fingers stroke you closer and closer to your high until you’re so close you can practically taste the sweet, heady feeling of ecstasy. “Show me what you sound like when you cum, baby.”

“Oh—shit—oh, my God,” you hiss as your eyes screw shut tight, pleasure coursing through your body as your orgasm travels through your system. “Feels so good,” you whimper, and he hums in agreement.

“Say my name, baby.”

“Haechan—” you moan wantonly, and he lets out a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl as he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.

He doesn’t stop attending to your breasts until he’s certain he’s milked every last second of bliss from your body, alternating between sucking and flicking and swirling his tongue around the buds until you go limp, your body slumping against the wall for support. 

Finally, he pulls his arousal-coated fingers from your underwear, trailing them over your bottom lip before pushing the digits into your mouth to suck. 

You do so with an embarrassing amount of eagerness, and are just as surprised as Haechan when he pulls his fingers from your mouth and you whine in protest.

His brows shoot up into his hairline and you feel heat blazing furiously in your cheeks as he regards you with a mix of surprise and an expression that looks close to impressed.

“You like to suck, yeah?” he murmurs, and you nod hesitantly. Something flashes in his dark eyes, and he grins. “Wanna suck something bigger?”

Hesitant but undoubtedly excited, you nod, and he wets his lips before setting about unbuckling his belt and opening his jeans. 

As he does, you slowly sink to your knees, and when he looks up from his pants to see you kneeling before him, he lets out a loud swear that you fear might blow your cover.

As you stare in awe at his impressive size, you realize you’re less worried about getting caught than you are about having to stop. He watches you watch him with amusement and fascination, but the undercurrent of desire runs strong as he clicks his tongue to get your attention. 

You look up at him, and he licks his lips, exhaling a small puff of air before wrapping a hand around his base.

“This is the prettiest sight I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he praises, and you smile, heat rising to your cheeks once more. Lowering himself slightly, he cups your breasts, pressing them together and grunting, “I’m gonna fuck these one day. But now?” he says, releasing them and stroking your chin affectionately. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty mouth.”

“You ever suck someone off, baby?” he asks in a low voice, and you shake your head, making his eyes slide shut in bliss as he squeezes himself harder. “Fuck, I’m your first?”

“Yes,” you mumble shyly, and he coos affectionately at you, leaning down slightly to cup your chin with his free hand. 

“Remember when you were sucking that little lollipop the other day?” he asks, and you nod. “It’s kind of like that. Use your tongue, and the wetter it is, the better.”

You nod carefully and sit forward, letting your jaw drop open. 

“Fuck, baby. Tongue out for me?” he grunts, and you oblige, letting your tongue drop out of your mouth and lie flat for him. “So good, baby, just like that,” he encourages, leaning forward and guiding the head of his cock into your mouth. 

It feels strange but not unwelcome, and you suck gently at the head of his cock, more focused on using your tongue to explore the intrusion in your mouth. Based on the way Haechan’s breathing shallows and quickens, you suspect you’re doing a pretty good job.

“Baby, you’re so good at this,” he groans, his head tipping back before it snaps back up as he seemingly realizes he’d rather watch you. “Mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock like that.”

You can only manage a whimper as you boldly press forward, taking more of his length into your mouth, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you swirl your tongue around his length before tentatively flicking it over the slit in the head of his cock. He groans weakly and, emboldened, you do it again, Haechan letting out a delicious little grunt that spurs you to kick it up another notch.

You start to bob your head, doing your best to alternate between bobbing and licking, and Haechan shudders deeply, his hand releasing the rest of his cock and moving to cup the back of your head, fingers slipping into your hair. 

“Just like that—fuck—” he hisses, biting his lip as he watches you suck him off, skill increasing with every movement. When you push forward a bit too suddenly, eager to impress him, you choke briefly on his length, throat constricting slightly as your gag reflex activates slightly. “Oh, shit—”

Despite the slight ache to the back of your throat, you keep sucking, moving forward slower this time to allow your throat time to adjust to his size. When you massage the underside of his tip with your tongue, wet muscle gliding over the ridge of skin, he moans your name and it’s one of the most rewarding sounds you think you’ve ever heard.

“So good,” he pants as you bob your head up and down, and his length twitches in your mouth, giving you a hint that he’s close. “Gonna cum, baby.”

You move your head faster, sucking his length to the best of your ability with all the tricks you just learned, and his fingers grip your hair tightly as he spills into your mouth, his hips sluggishly thrusting forward as he shallowly fucks your mouth. 

“You,” he grunts, helping you to your feet so you’re face to face and kissing you deeply, “are a fast little learner.” His tongue slips between your lips and he explores your mouth eagerly, licking at your tongue and inner cheeks as you whimper, dizzied by the fervor of his kisses. 

“Baby,” he mumbles into the kiss, the urgency in his voice waking you up slightly, “I wanna eat you out. Can I taste you, princess?” When you nod, he grins brilliantly. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

He drops to his knees and slides his hands up from your ankles, hands slipping under your skirt to caress your hips. Pulling your underwear off, he drapes one of your legs over his shoulder, warm, slender fingers spreading apart your folds to get a better look at you.

When you whine softly in embarrassment, he shushes you gently, murmuring, “I just want to admire you for a second, baby, please?” He ducks his head under your skirt and sucks in a sharp breath when he’s met with the sight of your core, folds glistening with your arousal. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” he breathes in awe, and before you can reply, his mouth is on you, upper lip resting just above your clit as his tongue strokes along your folds indulgently.

“Oh, my God,” you whisper, stumbling back slightly to lean against the wall behind you. Haechan moves with you fluidly, massaging your clit with his tongue as his fingers clutch your thighs, kneading the flesh with greedy, rough movements.

Tongue moving downwards towards your entrance, he prods the tip of it against your hole, chuckling when you jolt and squirm under his actions. “Don’t be shy, baby, I just want to taste.”

You nod even though he can’t see you, and he must be able to tell, because his tongue pushes forward, slowly breaching your entrance. You suck in a loud breath as his tongue delves further into you, occasionally coming out to slurp up the arousal dripping from your hole. 

“Tastes so good, baby,” he moans, his nose rubbing against your clit as he slowly starts to move his tongue in and out inside of you. The feeling is strange but amazing, a slightly ticklish element to the pleasure you’re receiving as he tongue-fucks you. 

Slurping loudly and moaning even louder, Haechan loses himself in your core, alternating between tongue-fucking you and licking at your folds and clit, leaving sloppy wet kisses that make your mind spin.

“Yeah, you like that?” he grunts, sucking at your clit hard before slipping his tongue out to stroke the sensitive underside of the sensitive bud. “You like when I kiss your pretty pussy? Hm? Do you like it when I make out with your sweet little pussy?”

“Yes,” you whimper, fingers clutching at his head over your skirt. When you get a good grip on him, you start to pull him closer, wanting more of his touch.

“Always so good—so shy and innocent.” Haechan murmurs, words slightly muffled from his oral ministrations on your pussy. “Now look at you; look how bad you’re being.”

“Haechan, please,” you breathe, and he turns his head to suck at your inner thighs, no doubt leaving a mark or two in his wake.

“Wanna see just how bad I can make you be.” he coos before surging forward to lap at your core eagerly, losing himself once more in the taste of you. “Fucking delicious, baby, you taste so good for me.”

He sucks and licks and kisses—even nibbles a bit—until your legs are shaking and your grip on his hair is iron-clad. You briefly consider the extremely compromising position someone might find you in if one of your friends walked down the hall and are surprised to find that not only do you not care, but there’s even a smidge of excitement when you think about getting caught like this, with Haechan’s head under your skirt and your breasts exposed.

“Haechan, I’m—I think I’m gonna—” you pant out, and he nods fervently, tongue slipping out of your entrance to flick your clit back and forth rapidly, a sharp whine slipping from you.

“Cum for me, baby—cum all on my tongue.” he urges, pulling you closer as he feverishly laps at your clit and entrance, shaking his head from side to side rapidly to run his tongue along your core back and forth. “That’s it, pretty girl, just let go.” he purrs, coaxing your climax out of you, and you do just that, letting the coil wound tight in your abdomen snap and letting the pleasure flood through your body.

“Haechan—” you whimper, and he hums soothingly as his tongue massages your clit once more, thoroughly milking your orgasm for all its worth. When the trembling of your legs has calmed down slightly and you’ve started to breathe normally once more, he pops his head out from under your skirt and winks up at you, chin and lips covered in your arousal.

“You’re addicting, baby; could eat your pussy for hours.” he says as he rises to his feet. A look downwards grants you the sight of his erection, fully hard once more, and you swallow thickly before looking up at him only to see that he’s already watching you with a small grin on his face. “Think you can handle one more?”

You’re nodding before you even realize it, and Haechan beams at you, drawing closer and closer until you’re flat against the wall. 

Nudging your legs apart, he settles between them and aligns his tip with your entrance, looking up from where your bodies meet to your face.

“Ready, baby?” he asks, and you nod carefully, eyes drifting back down from his face to where the thick head of his length presses against your core. “Good girl,” he breathes before pushing into you slowly, covering your mouth with his palm as you gasp out loudly. “Baby, they’ll catch us if you keep making noise like that.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, but it’s a muffled apology given that Haechan’s hand is still firmly clasped over your mouth. “So full,” you whisper in awe, and he chuckles lowly in your ear, lips pressing to the spot just behind your lobe. 

“Feel so tight around me, baby,” he grunts, his labored breathing in your ear telling you that he’s just as affected as you are. “So fucking good—”

“Haechan, move,” you whisper urgently as he bottoms out in you, and he obliges, pulling out to the tip and pushing into you again. A loud whoosh of air escapes your lungs, and he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, making you let out a loud whimper that would have been much louder had Haechan’s hand not muffled it.

“I’m starting to think you want to get caught.” Haechan murmurs with a smile on his lips as he kisses along your jaw and moves his hand to kiss you. 

“Mm—! No, I don’t—” you insist through your cries of pleasure, and he shakes his head with a taunting grin.

“Yes, you do,” he teases. “You want all our friends to come in this hallway and see me fucking you like the perfect little fuckdoll I always knew you could be.”

“Hae–chan—” you stutter, tiny noises leaving you with every powerful thrust of his hips. He’s so good, so big and thick, and he’s filling you up just right and hitting all the right places, and it becomes too much very quickly, an overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body as he fucks into you. If it couldn’t get worse for you, he reaches between you two and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it in quick circles just like you showed him earlier. “Fuck—stop—too much—”

“Doesn’t that feel good, baby?” he coos, shifting himself to angle his hips into you just right so that every snap of his hips sends his tip fucking directly into your g-spot. 

You feel warmth behind your eyes, the telltale pricking at the corners that you know all too well, and the first tear drops before you can wipe it away, another tear following after that as the pleasure all but consumes you.

“Aw, baby, don’t cry, it feels good,” he consoles you, reaching up with his free hand to wipe your tears away. 

“So good—too good—” you babble, and he laughs at that, brows furrowing at the end as you clench around him.

“It can’t be too good, baby—you’re not making sense anymore.” he says with a playful lilt, and you whimper, more tears falling as you sniffle pathetically. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry.”

“Wanna cum—Haechan, please let me cum—” you beg, and his movements stutter, Haechan looking at you in surprise.

“Yeah? Baby wants to cum?” he grunts, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as your walls flex around him again. “Fuck, I love when you do that—feels so good—cum for me, baby.” 

Not needing to be told twice, you promptly fall apart around him with a messy string of swears and “please” and utterances of Haechan’s name as your nails dig into his forearm, making him wince slightly. You’re sure you look a mess, eyes wet and glossy as tears stream down your cheeks, but Haechan’s drinking in your appearance like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Baby—I’m close—fuck—” Haechan grunts. “Gonna cum—where do you want it?”

“Want it inside of me, please—” you croak weakly, and he lets out a sound that’s a mix between a smug chuckle and a moan.

“Can’t believe you were skittish as a mouse just the other day, and now you’re begging for my cum. Want me to fill you up?” he pants, hips driving into yours with reckless abandon. 

“Please—” you whimper, and he swears under his breath.

“Fuck—take it all, baby,” he urges, hips pressing into yours as he buries himself in you and empties his load. “It’s all for you,” he says breathlessly as his length twitches inside of you.

He stays inside of you for a moment, both of you attempting to catch your breath, before he slowly pulls out, tucking himself back into his pants and helping you fix your skirt back into place. To your confusion, he hooks his fingers in your underwear, pulling the thin, arousal-soaked fabric down and off your legs. 

“Um…” you start, and Haechan looks over at you, brows raised expectantly. “Those are mine,” you state, pointing at the fabric in his fist.

“And now,” he hums, bringing them to his face and inhaling deeply, eyes sliding shut in bliss just in time to miss your scandalized expression. “They’re mine. C’mon; you should use the bathroom.”

He loops his fingers around yours, other hand stuffing your underwear in his back pocket as he leads you to the bathroom.

When the door closes behind you, you sit down on the toilet with slightly shaky legs, taking a moment to think about everything that just occurred. 

You would have never in a million years thought that you’d have sex with Haechan, let alone in the hallway—let alone, with your friends in the very next room. However, as you think over the events that just transpired, your body is filled with a warm thrum of satisfaction, and you can’t seem to find an ounce of regret. 

“Girl, where the hell were you?!” Karina exclaims, fussing over you as soon as you reappear in the living room. “We’ve been texting and calling for ages!”

“Oh,” you mumble, pulling your phone from the little pocket in your skirt. “It’s been on Do Not Disturb,” you explain sheepishly, and Karina rolls her eyes hard.

“Don’t do that again. You had us worried sick. What were you even doing for so long?”

“Um… well, Haechan and I,” you start, casting a side glance to the couch where Haechan sits and hesitating slightly when you see that he’s watching you intently, not an ounce of shame in his expression. “We hooked up.” you say finally, straightening your back slightly and standing up taller.

Yeri’s jaw drops. “About damn time.” she remarks, and you narrow your eyes at her.

“Hush, you.” you huff, looking over at where Haechan sits once more. He locks eyes with you and grins, patting the empty spot next to him and wiggling his eyebrows playfully, and you smile, looking away from him to address your bewildered friends. “I’ll explain everything later—”

“Yeah, yeah, just go, girl.” Karina chuckles. “He’s waiting,” she sing-songs, and you elbow her slightly before shooting them a bright smile and a small wave and making your way to sit next to Haechan. 

When you sit down, Haechan drapes his arm around you on the back of the couch, and you can feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.

“So,” he says carefully, taking a hit of his pen and exhaling slowly before he continues, “I know this is a little backwards of me, but… do you wanna go out sometime? Like, on a date?”

“I’d like that,” you reply with a bashful smile, and he grins, relieved.

“Great. Now in the meantime,” he says, looking pointedly towards the hallway before looking back at you expectantly, “I have a nice ass TV, snacks, and a strong ass edible with your name on it in my room. You down?”

You don’t even hesitate. “I’m down.” you agree, smile widening, and he nods, satisfied. He stands from the couch and offers you his hand, which you take as he pulls you to your feet.

As you trail after him towards his room, fingers still locked with his, you can’t help but notice the familiar peek of fabric sticking out of his back pocket, and your eyes widen in alarm.

“Haechan!” you whisper loudly, and he looks back at you with raised brows. “My, um, underwear is sticking out of your pocket.”

“So?” he answers simply, and you pause, brain buffering for a moment.

“So?”

“Yeah. No one knows it’s your underwear but you and me,” he points out as you reach his bedroom door. He swings it open and gestures for you to enter first, head dipping down to your ear as you pass by. “So it’s our little secret.”

“Oh,” you mumble, thinking it over. “Okay.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” he says encouragingly, guiding you to his bed and gesturing for you to sit down. “Now, what do you want to watch?”

“Uh, we can watch Family Guy,” you suggest, and he looks at you, pleasant surprise written on his handsome features, before he nods and picks up the TV remote.

“Good choice,” he praises, sitting down beside you against the headboard of his bed. “Perfect show to play in the background while we make out.”

“Oh—” you stammer, blinking in surprise, and he snorts, eyes fond as he scans your bashful demeanor.

“I’m kidding.” he assures you, and you can’t help but frown slightly. Unfortunately for you, this doesn’t go unnoticed by Haechan, and he chuckles. “You wanted to make out, didn’t you?”

“A little bit,” you mumble, and he grins, leaning in closer to you.

“That can be arranged.” he murmurs, still smiling as his lips meet yours.

[wileys-russo]

my mummy II l.williamson

part of the milaverse my mummy II l.williamson

"okay which one bubba? red or black?" you questioned, holding up the tiny arsenal jerseys and doing a little shimmy making your daughter giggle.

her tiny hand stroking her chin thoughtfully made you shake your head with an amused smile as she mulled over her options.

"black." mila eventually decided, finger pointing to the jersey in question, leahs number and williamson sprawled on the back.

"good pick babe. arms up please!" you instructed, quirking an eyebrow when the four year old shook her head in response. "i wanna dress myself today please mumma." she informed crossing her arms over her chest with a determined nod.

“mila are you-“ “im nearly five now, a big girl. i can do it.”

"very true i’m sorry. but its cold and its windy today, so dress warm please!" you warned, moving to sit down on the edge of her bed. "no mumma, by myself!" the four year old pointed to the door and hurried over, pushing impatiently at your legs.

"okay okay! jesus i thought i'd get a few more years before i got kicked out of your room, this hurts mila." you gasped dramatically as she shoved you from her room, only met with a door slammed in your face.

"was that-" you turned around and nodded to your wife. "she wants to dress herself today." you informed with a chuckle, moving into the blondes waiting arms which wrapped around you.

"we've told her she isn't allowed to grow up right?" "nearly every day since was born my love, she just does not want to listen."

~

"-are you done now?" you called out with a sigh, leaning against the wall by your daughters door which you'd tried to open several times. only met with a shout and it pushed closed again, mila firmly stating she wasn't ready and you weren't allowed to see until she was.

leah had already left as to not be late and you shook your head as you checked the time again already knowing the two of you would be stuck in traffic and miss kick off if you didn't leave soon.

you'd decided to give the goalpost a kiss in training and were on concussion watch, the knock was nothing serious enough to warrant medical treatment but it was enough to mean you'd be watching todays match from the stands.

"okay mila my love. we have to go and i'm coming in!" you warned, though before you could even grab the handle the door it flew open and a bundle of colour and blonde hair came zooming out.

"like it?" your daughter beamed, bouncing happily on the balls of her feet as you bit your bottom lip taking in her choice of outfit, trying really hard not to bust out in laughter.

she had on a pair of light up trainers alessia had gotten her for her birthday, pale yellow nike joggers with a pair of lime green bike shorts over the top.

on her top half she had on a red hoodie with a pink wälti jersey over the top and a white arsenal beanie on her head, with its matching scarf tied around her hips like a makeshift belt.

"well...i'm not going to lose you in the crowd, thats for certain." you admitted, knowing no matter what you said or tried there wasn't a chance you'd be getting your daughter changed without a fight.

"you don't wanna wear mummys jersey?" you tried, knowing your wife would kick off and lia would be absolutely beside herself with glee in your daughters current choice.

"nope! aunty wally was sad last time i saw her so i thought this would make her happy, cause you and mummy always say pink is a happy colour!" mila explained and your heart melted.

the last time she had seen lia was after a particularly rowdy team night out where she'd wound up crashing at your place, you the designated driver and your wife a key influence in just how many shots lia had downed which you'd told her off for afterwards.

the two had wound up crying crocodile tears on the living room floor as you disallowed them to see mila when the three of you returned home and swapped over with the babysitter around 11 at night.

trying to remind them it was hours after mila's bedtime and the two of them were very drunk it was like arguing with two overgrown toddlers.

which had in turn had woken your daughter up who'd come to investigate, not understanding why she wasn't allowed to say hello when you tried to usher her quickly back to bed before either of the lw's sobbing in the living room could get their hands on her.

"we do say that don't we." you agreed with your daughters words, shaking your head in amusement at her outfit but giving in, not wanting to fully squash the independence you and leah were trying to instill in her.

"at least you listened about the weather and did lots of layers bubba."

~

you sent polite smiles to the strange looks you received walking your daughter through the tunnels of the emirates, meeting up with leahs mum and wordlessly shaking your head at her questioning stare as she scooped up her granddaughter and the three of you made your way to your seats.

"do you like my outfit nana?" your daughter chirped for the third time in the hour as you waved to your wife who was very clearly looking around stressed that she'd not spotted you yet, sighing in relief once she had.

"don't ask." you mouthed at her perplexed look toward your daughter stood up in your lap furiously waving her and her team mates down. "wally!" you cupped your hands over your mouth to gain the midfielders attention as she began to walk off the pitch after warm ups.

vic heard you and grinned before tapping lia's shoulder and gesturing toward you as you spun mila around to show her last name plastered on your daughters back. her face lit up and you laughed as she raced right over to almost tackle your wife, no doubt about to lay into her about it.

now mila was older she'd become a different sort of handful to take to games, especially when both you and leah were playing and had to trust her in someone elses care.

normally your poor mother in law who insisted leah was much worse at that age, which never failed to rile the blonde up who argued her brother was the handful and she was the golden child.

gone were the earmuffs, dummy and baby blanket mila had needed to settle previously, where she'd often sleep the whole way through the match happily bundled up in someones arms.

but nowadays she was a little unstoppable bundle of energy who often required distraction or bribery of some sort to sit still for prolonged periods of time.

which is how you found yourself racing off midway through the first half to sort out some food, having left in such a rush you'd completely forgotten the bag of snacks and toys you normally carted along with you whenever you left the house with mila in tow.

much like her other mother your daughter had the stomach of a bottomless pit, though gratefully she'd taken after you with what she was happy to put in that pit and was nowhere near as fussy as leah.

sometimes when you made dinner and mila ate what you did but leah required a separate meal you really questioned who was the four year old between them.

thankfully once she'd been fed and watered mila settled a little. with her nana more than happy to listen to her chatter and answer her millions of questions you made it through the entire match without a single issue.

the problems started when the game finished, mila starting to go on the turn when you wouldn't allow her to run down the stairs toward the barriers to see leah or any of her aunties, far too many people around and worried you'd lose her or she'd be crushed in the crowd.

it would seem though that patience was not on your daughters agenda today.

"i wanna see mummy now!" the girl whined, wriggling furiously to try and yank her hand out of your grip as you sighed and took a deep breath.

"mummys just saying hi to some people first bubba, thats part of our job! remember?" you tried to explain, even offering her an ice cream as a last minute ditch to distract her but it was to no use.

not even alessia could capture her attention for more than a few minutes as your daughter grew more and more fussy and inpatient the more time passed.

"it'll be fine." you forced a smile toward your friends and team mates who'd all taken turns trying to distract mila as the two of you stood in the tunnel now, leah signing autographs and taking photos with a larger crowd than normal.

"wanna come kick a ball tiny?" beth offered in a last ditch effort and that seemed to work as your daughter nodded eagerly and latched onto the taller girls leg, her giggles echoing around as beth zoomed off back onto the pitch.

you kept them in clear sight as you hung on the sidelines now, waving to a few fans who called out your name, sending an apologetic shake of your head when they asked for your signature and photos too, your focus needing to on your daughter today.

but that tiny lapse in attention was all it took for mila to break away from beth, sprinting off toward leah who had her back turned and ignoring the older girls calls after her which gained your focus back right away.

intercepting her quickly you scooped the four year old up into your arms and sat her on your hip. "i wanna see mummy!” you winced as she smacked your chest a few times and pushed away alessia who'd appeared to try and help, and you could tell from the wobble of her bottom lip that she was a few moments away from a total meltdown.

"hey mila, baby look at me please." you dropped to your knees and stood her on her feet, your hands on her shoulders stopping her from running off.

"we don't hit people, okay? i know you're having some really big feelings and you miss mummy but-" you started, yelping as your daughter suddenly clawed at your hand, racing away toward leah.

you shouted after her, leah looking up a second too late as her daughter barreled into her. "my mummy! mine!" she snarled at a young girl who leah was trying to take a picture with.

the defender quickly picking her up and apologizing to the fan and her dad right as mila started to have a meltdown.

apologizing to the crown still awaiting her attention leah turned heel and headed toward you, the two of you falling into step as you made your way into the tunnel and down the hall toward the change rooms.

"bubba-" you started as her screams turned into sobs and she buried her face in leahs neck who winced with one final scream sounding in her ear.

"off!" mila demanded, pushing away your hand which tried to rub at her back as you inhaled sharply and paused.

catching your wifes eye who nodded in understanding, you stayed outside and she disapeared into the change rooms to try and calm your daughter down.

"hey, you alright?" you glanced up to meet concerned blue eyes and nodded, exhaling deeply as your best friend pulled you into a hug. "thanks less." you mumbled as she rubbed your back, assuring over and over that you were the best mum ever.

promising her you were okay but that you'd need a rain check on dinner plans you all had tonight she gave you another hug and headed off to see her family.

with another deep breath you headed into the change rooms, only a few of the girls remaining as you spotted leah by her cubby. you caught her eye again and raised an eyebrow as she nodded, your daughter still tightly clinging onto her.

"mila. what do we need to say to mumma please?" leah started firmly, bouncing her knee up and down gently to gain your daughters attention as she pulled her head out of your wifes neck.

"im very sorry for scratching and yelling." the girl apologised softly, climbing off leahs lap and moving into yours, warmth flooding your body as she hugged you tightly and you kissed the top of her head.

you melted even further as your daughter grabbed your hand, carefully kissing over where she'd scratched you before clambering right back into leahs lap.

"i'll shower at home." leah chuckled, gesturing to the way your daughter clung onto her like a monkey, refusing to loosen her grip as you took your wifes bag for her and the three of you waved goodbye to the few girls left and headed for the car park.

"mummy sit in the back with me, please?" mila ordered with a pout once you reached the car.

"alright kid, just this once." leah gave in clearly picking up that mila was being abnormally clingy today, something the two of you would need to speak with her about another time.

and for the rest of that night it was the same story, your daughter refusing not to have some part of her in contact with leah at all times.

so much so that she'd stayed in the bathroom while your wife showered, insisting you sit with her as well as she held leahs hand through the shower door as much as she could making you smile in amusement.

"my mummy." was all that seemed to be repeated, the possessiveness also something new but a conversation for another day as leah waved off your concerns, too thrilled with having your daughters full focus and attention all night.

"for god sakes." you'd mumbled later that night at the sight before you. your wife having spent an abnormal amount of time putting mila to bed you'd wandered up to check in.

only to find leah dead asleep in the tiny single bed belonging to your daughter, long limbs hanging off the sides with mila curled into her still very much so awake.

"sh! mummy is very tired." the four year old warned with her finger over her lips as you entered the room.

"you should be asleep little miss, not mummy!" you reminded quietly as she gave you a cheeky smile looking far too much like leah, holding up the book which was previously laid open on your wifes chest and patting the mere centimeters of space left on her bed beside her.

"one more story, please?"

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

! ── BABY DADDY!JASON TODD who can't come around more than once or twice a year. His way of life isn't sustainable for a home, and it certainly isn't safe for a daughter. You and him decided it was best to part ways before that positive pregnancy test, and since he discovered a kid he helped make it didn't change his level of involvement. He's got a lot of eyes on him, and he can't draw attention to anything important to him.

! ── Your daughter adores him. She squeals with delight every time he visits, running full barrel towards him so he can scoop her up. Unbeknownst to her your concern with how he found you again, and how he broke in to the apartment. Apparently running and hiding is not enough when you face the Red Hood. You reluctantly greet him with a half-assed kiss on the cheek, wrapping your arm around his neck to incline him towards you. Your daughter on his hip takes full advantage of hugging you both at the same time, and pressed against your former lover makes you tight-lipped.

! ── He's dangerous for a number of reasons that span beyond what any angry enemy of his would do if they found out where he's been going. You're most afraid of what he's able to make you do the longer you're with him. Only able to hold onto your anger for so long until he melts that cold exterior and somehow convinces you to let him warm your bed again.

! ── He's got it down to a science. As soon as you give him that scathing look, he tells your daughter to run along because "Mommy and Daddy have to talk." while she thoughtfully strokes his chin with her little hand, only to nod with an audible sigh, shaking out her wild hair she won't let you brush. With a little push to her back, she scampers off to her room and he stands to his full height. "I just wanted to see her." he tells you, with that pleading tone you've fallen for countlessly because he knows you're going to say: "It's not safe." for the thousandth time.

! ── He'll tower over you, incline towards you while you scold him under your breath. A hushed argument ensues that your daughter tries to listen in on, and can only hear bits and pieces about how she's not owned, and her dad should get to see her. Stuff she doesn't understand, especially because she can't understand his lack of presence being such a complicated thing when she has no sense of object permanence. If a dad refuses to be there more, it's a problem. You want to cut Jason out completely. That's not fair, as he'll tell you, to the daughter you get to keep.

! ── It's in the way he stands next to you. He's so much taller than you, broader, and muscled. He bulks up more and more every time you see him. He doesn't use his size to intimidate you, rather takes advantage of something else. Big hands stuffed in his back pockets make his leather jacket sit on his wide shoulders exquisitely. His hair is windblown from his motorbike and just the smell of him has a dangerous Pavlov effect on you. Like your eyes want to flutter as they roll into the back of your head and lightning shoots straight down to your core, stinging at the memory of what it's like to be filled by him. The longer you're with him, the thinner your resolve becomes. It evaporates in front of you as he sweeps a hand through his hair, and his posture slacks. "C'mon." he drags out the word playfully, advancing on you. Your hand interrupts him, bracing on his firm chest to keep him from coming closer. "Can't we talk about something else? You're getting me all worked up. Missed you."

You roll your jaw, that resolve slipping. Addicted to him, you're reticent as his tongue darts out to wet his lips while he's eyeing yours. "Jay..." you murmur, and he can hear the defeat in your voice.

! ── "Lucky we got a sitter, huh?" Jason's smug voice cuts through the wet sounds of sex that fills the room. "Now I get some time with my other little girl." That sick delight causes you to reach back, weakly banging your fist against his thigh. He snickers, wolfish and husky resounding from the back of his throat. "Mommy's been missing me, huh? Can feel her clenching down on me like a fuckin' vice."

His thick cock hurts stretching you out, but you needed that pain. There's something about Jason that keeps you saying yes, and it pushed through your requirement of foreplay, unbuckling that belt in haste, comfort be damned you wanted that dick. You're on all fours and he's giving it to you from the back, just how you like it, fucking you like a dog while his hand tangles all up in your hair. He yanks you back by it, and you can't even think of what to say other than mindless pleasured babbles.

"You let me do this every time I come over. Seems like you fuck with me or something." It's true, regardless of the cruel insults you've thrown at him to get him to stay away from you, it's all because you can't say no to him. It's the reason you got pregnant, it's the reason you can't run away far enough, and it's the reason you fuck him every time he comes to visit the kid he helped make.

[uramakimochi]

LOSING DOGS

Wolfstar x daughter!Reader

WARNINGS: fluff + angst, hurt/comfort fic, FEM!R + a little use of Y/n, a lot of petnames, blood, sad Remus:(, James and Regulus being the best uncles. The title sucks lol i'm sorry but it's to make it clear that i wrote this story inspired by Mitski's song (see this post) and that tiktok of Joel Miller that says "I know baby, i know i know i know!". I hope to make you sob eheh.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

"The coolest uncle of all has arrived!"

Your eyes and mouth widened when you heard the familiar voice coming from the living room and you quickly got off Remus' lap, who was sitting at the kitchen table, to run in his direction.

"Uncle James!"

James opened his arms wide letting you sling against his muscular body and held you in a strong hug, lifting you and spinning around.

"How's my favorite girl?" he asked, rubbing his nose against your cheek and you smiled toothily.

"I'm fine, uncle James. How about you?"

James put a hand on his chest.

"Oh my god you are such a polite little girl, you make my heart melt, darling" he said with a dramatic expression, making you giggle. "Anyway i'm fine, actually even better now that i'm here"

He set you back down and then you hugged Lily's legs, not wanting to make her feel left out.

"Hi aunt Lily"

"Hi sweetie"

She stroked your hair softly, leaning down to place a small kiss on your head. Then another voice called out your name and when you turned, Harry hugged you tightly like his father had and you hugged him back enthusiastically. It had been a while since you'd seen the Potters and you couldn't wait to play with your best friend Harry.

Meanwhile, Remus and Sirius also joined you and the four adults greeted each other lovingly.

"You've finally arrived, my daughter has been begging to see Harry for a week" Sirius said crossing his arms and nodding his head at you, making you smile sheepishly.

"Aw sorry darling, we wanted to come and see you earlier, but this period has been a bit tiring for us. Harry missed you too" Lily said giving you an apologetic smile and Harry shyly rubbed his nose looking down with red cheeks.

Remus placed a hand on your shoulder and lowered his head to look at you.

"Darling, wasn't there something you wanted to show Harry?"

Your eyes widened, nodding frantically and Sirius chuckled at your enthusiasm.

"Oh yeah! Daddy got me a present!" you exclaimed, bouncing on the spot, looking at Harry and his parents with bright eyes. "Do you want to see??"

"Yes yes, let me see!" Harry replied, already too intrigued.

You ran out of the living room to your room and Remus watched you worriedly.

"Darling, don't run on the stairs!" he exclaimed.

"Sorry dad!"

A few seconds later, you returned to the group and both Harry and James' eyes widened when they saw what you were holding in your hands (and which you were trying to hide behind your back, but it was impossible).

"A broom!" Harry said, running towards you.

You nodded, showing it to him proudly. "Yeah! I finally have a broom of my own! So i can play Quidditch with you and our parents! And when we go to Howgwarts you and i will play together!"

James came towards you too, kneeling next to your body and admiring the shiny wood of your broom.

"That's amazing sweetheart!" he said, placing a hand on your head. "And tell me, which position would you rather play?"

"Mhh…" you placed a finger on your chin thoughtfully. "I would like to be a chaser like you uncle James"

"Hey! I thought you wanted to be a beater like me, baby" Sirius retorted.

But you shook your head. "But i don't want to be a beater, daddy. I want to throw the quaffle into the rings and score a lot of points!"

"And i want to be a seeker!" Harry continued, raising a hand. "So Y/n and i will be unbeatable on the same team!”

Lily and Remus laughed when they saw Sirius' fake distraught expression, who after lowering his head had muttered "My little girl betrayed me. It's not fair"

Next, James's voice rang through the living room. "Yeah! These are my babies!"

You and Harry let out squeals as the bespectacled man lifted each of you in his arms, spinning around on the carpet and you laughed, holding onto his shoulders to keep from falling backwards.

"Now who wants to play some Quidditch??" James then asked.

"Us! Us!"

You had already flown on the broom with your father, but now that you had your own broom you had no intention of getting off it at all. So, while Remus and Lily remained on the ground, you, Harry, James and Sirius had played on your brooms for a couple of hours.

"Okay kids, that's enough for today!" James said and both you and Harry pouted.

The sun was starting to set and you and the others went back on the ground.

"Aren't you guys hungry? I'm starving!" James asked, rubbing a hand over his abdomen.

Sirius untied the hair he had tied before playing and wasted no time in extracting his trusty pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket.

"But Uncle James, it's not dinner time yet" you said, looking up at him. "This is the time when dad makes dinner"

James groaned and Sirius smiled with his lips around his cigarette as he lit it.

Harry turned to look at you.

"Y/n what do we do now?"

You thought about it for a few seconds until an idea came to you.

"Oh! Do you want to play hide and seek?"

Harry nodded with a wide smile and you both wasted no time in giving your brooms to your fathers.

"You start counting first!" You said to Harry touching his shoulder with your hand.

And as soon as Harry ran to the wall of the house and leaned against it to count, you ran and hid.

"Don't stray too far you two!" Sirius exclaimed.

Since you didn't live in a village like the Potters, but in a small country cottage with a large garden, Weasley style, Sirius and Remus had to make sure that when you went to play outside you didn't wander off without their supervision, disappearing into the fields or among the trees. (It had happened once before and Sirius almost started crying, but luckily you were fine. You were just looking at the bugs.)

When Sirius saw you give him a thumbs up, as if to say "No problem!", he was convinced that you and Harry could stay outside and play a little longer until dinner was ready. So he and James returned to the house, joining their partners who were chatting in the kitchen, Lily sitting at the table and Remus cooking.

When he saw them arrive, Remus glanced uncertainly at his husband, who took a drag on his cigarette before speaking, being careful not to blow the smoke towards the food.

"Don't worry, Moony" said Sirius, while James was busy putting the brooms away. "They're just playing hide and seek"

"If one of them disappears again, don't start crying like last time" the other muttered, looking back at the kitchen stove.

Lily and James looked at them confused.

"Disappear again?" "Sirius, you cried?"

Sirius groaned, running a hand over his face and Remus smirked. The two didn't know about that embarrassing story.

"Come on, tell them" Remus urged, placing a hand on his hip. "Tell them how you lost our daughter in the woods and cried rather than look for her"

The Potter couple's eyes widened.

"Hey, i cried AFTER we found her! Oh..."

Sirius lowered his head when he realized that what he said hadn't improved his situation at all. Lily hid a smile behind her hand and James tried to hold back a laugh, but failed.

It had been such a peaceful day. And it all seemed too good to be true.

Indeed, while all the adults were in the house chatting lively, just like when they were together with their other friends in their common room at Hogwarts, it wasn't long before the quiet was suddenly interrupted.

A high-pitched, icy scream pierced the air, like lightning in a storm. And right after it, another voice.

"DAD!"

That was Harry's voice. The four wasted no time and ran out of the house, clutching their wands in their hands.

"Harry!" Lily called, more scared than ever.

Harry answered calling out his parents' name in a desperate way, his voice coming from the among the trees near the house. When the four arrived on the scene out of breath, they expected to see anything. But what they were witnessing… It was even worse than one of those muggle horror movies.

Lily covered her mouth with her hand, letting out a gasp of fright, while James couldn't hold back the "Oh fuck!" that came from his lips. Sirius and Remus stopped in their tracks for a second as their eyes fell on your figure, lying on the ground, in a pool of blood crying and shaking desperately.

Harry stood up when he saw his parents and lunged for Lily's body at the same time Remus and Sirius knelt next to yours.

"Shit shit shit! What happened?! What the fuck happened?!" Sirius cursed and even though Remus would usually scold him for his foul language, this time the taller man couldn't help but focus on you rather than his husband's curses.

You continued to cry, both in pain and fear, while your parents looked at you in panic.

"It h-hurts, daddy! It hurts so much!" you sobbed, your face stained with tears and blood. "P-Please make it stop! Please daddy! D-Dad!"

Both Remus and Sirius felt their hearts breaking at the way you were pleading them and the former reached a trembling hand towards your head, brushing your sweat-drenched hair from your forehead.

"It's okay darling shh, dad's here. It's okay, w-we're here"

What a big lie, none of this was fucking okay.

Remus looked frantically at the wound on your side, which was gushing blood endlessly and he almost felt like throwing up. Sirius held his hands up above you, not knowing what to do or what to touch.

"There was a man! He appeared out of nowhere!" Harry exclaimed in terror, clutching Lily's clothes in his fists. "He attacked us and bit her! And then he ran away!"

Remus's eyes widened, but everyone understood who it was.

"Greyback..." James murmured in shock.

Sirius jumped up to his feet.

"Harry tell me where did he go!" he growled furiously.

That was not possible. That monster had already hurt Remus (even though he didn't even know him yet when it happened), but this time he had attacked his precious daughter too. Oh, there was no way he was going to let that bastard get away!

As Harry raised a shaking hand to point in the direction of the woods, Sirius wasted no time in transforming into Padfoot and ran off, disappearing into the trees and ignoring Remus' calls.

"I'm going with him" James said hastily, looking at Lily. "You and Remus take care of her" And then he ran away too.

Lily knelt next to Remus, while Harry stood on the sidelines, praying with all his heart that you would be okay.

"We need to get her to the hospital" Lily said, trying to stay calm, even as the anxiety was eating away at her insides.

Remus heard her voice enter his ear, but all his eyes were focusing on was your body shaking in pain and the tears that kept coming out of your eyes like rivers.

"Dad! It hurts!" you screamed. "Please h-help me!"

Remus felt his eyes fill with tears. He was the only one who knew exactly what you were feeling at that moment. He was the only one who could imagine all that pain and fear that were locked up in your little bleeding body.

And even if at that moment he just wanted to walk away and let out a loud scream, he knew that you needed him. And he would've never left you alone, for any reason in the world.

"I know baby, i know. It's okay, shh. Listen to me now" he murmured, leaning towards your face and wiping the blood from your cheeks. "I can't help you, but w-we can take you to someone who can make you feel better, hm? Everything will be fine"

You sobbed, shaking your head.

"I d-don't want to die! I'm scared! W-Where is daddy?"

Remus gripped your hand tightly, bringing it to his lips.

"Hey hey no no no, you're not going to die, okay? Trust me darling, you won't die. You're safe now, i'm here. Don't be scared" he murmured against your skin. "Daddy and uncle James left to look for the man who attacked you, but they'll be back soon. But you have to go to the hospital now my love, we can't help you here"

You continued to cry. You just wanted to go home with your parents and stay in their bed and cuddle. But that horrible burning sensation that the wound was causing you was practically screaming at you that unfortunately this would never happen.

"Are you ready?" Lily asked you, giving you an encouraging smile.

You frantically looked back and forth between her and your father and then nodded weakly. Remus placed his hands under your body and murmured a countdown, then he lifted you off the ground. As your body was moved, you whimpered in pain, clutching Remus' sweater in your hands.

"I know, darling. I'm so sorry, i-i know, i know, i know" Remus murmured, closing his eyes tightly and kissing your forehead, a couple of tears falling from his eyes. "I'm sorry, i'm sorry. I know"

Regulus arrived at St. Mungo's out of breath and what greeted him was something he never expected to see.

Outside the hospital room, Lily and Harry sat next to each other, with him hugging her tightly and her stroking his hair, trying to comfort him. James remained standing, pacing in front of them, anxious.

But Regulus' heart broke when he saw Remus and Sirius sitting on another bench, further away from the doors of the room, as if they wanted to be alone for a few minutes. Remus was bent forward, his hands covering his face and his shoulders shaking with sobs. Sirius was crouched in front of him, stroking him and trying to comfort his husband in every way he could, but to no avail. There was no one else in the waiting hallway and so Regulus could clearly hear the strangled voice of Remus, who had been crying since the first moment he entered the hospital.

"My baby..." he murmured between sobs, his voice muffled by his scarred palms. "M-My baby..."

"Shh, it's okay Moons, it's okay" Sirius whispered, trying to gently remove his hands from his face and tilting his face to try to meet his eyes. "She'll be fine, okay? Don't worry"

Regulus looked from the two to James, who had noticed his presence and quickly joined him.

"I came as soon as i could" said the younger Black in a low voice. "Are you okay?"

"I am. Harry is a little shaken by what happened, but we're fine" James replied, and then let out a small sigh. "Sirius and Remus though..."

"I know. It must be hard for them, especially for Remus" Regulus clenched his fist. "It's not fair what happened to her. She's just a child, for god's sake!"

James nodded bitterly. "Sirius and i went looking for him, but we couldn't find him"

Regulus ran a hand over his face and a few seconds later the door to your room opened, from which a nurse came out. Everyone jumped to their feet except Remus, who remained slumped on the bench, looking at her with heartbroken eyes.

"How is she??" Regulus asked frantically.

Someone put a hand on his shoulder and when he turned he met Sirius' eyes. The woman gave everyone a bitter smile.

"The girl is fine. A werewolf bite can cause death if not treated properly, but we managed to treat her wound without any problems. But..."

Sirius closed his eyes and a couple of tears escaped from them. He and the others already knew what she was about to say, but he would have done anything not to hear it.

"Unfortunately she has been infected with lycanthropy. There is nothing we can do to make her fully human again, it's impossible. I'm sorry"

Remus bit his trembling lip and sniffed, his face twisting into a grimace, and then he sobbed again. He should have been happy that his daughter wasn't dead and yet... Now your life had been turned upside down from top to bottom so suddenly. That monster had robbed you of your freedom.

"Is she awake? Can we see her?" Lily asked, squeezing Harry's hand.

The nurse gave her a small smile. "Yes, she woke up a little while ago. But at the moment it is better that visits are reserved only for close relatives. It was a traumatic event for her"

James and Lily nodded in understanding.

Regulus turned to Sirius, who gave him a teary smile.

"You go if you want," he murmured, squeezing his shoulder. "I'll wait for Remus to calm down"

Regulus nodded and the nurse led him inside the room to your bed, then walked away and gave him some privacy.

"Uncle Reggie..."

Regulus flashed you a smile, sitting down in the chair next to your bed.

"Hey chérie. How are you?" he asked softly, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere in the room.

You gave him a pained smile. "It hurts a little here…” you murmured, touching your side with a finger. "But i'm okay"

"I'm glad to hear it" Regulus smiled back and reached out to squeeze your hand, stroking it gently with his thumb.

"Where are dad and daddy? And Uncle James and Aunt Lily? And Harry?"

"They're all outside waiting for you. Your daddy is with your dad because he's sad and worried about you, but soon you'll see them too"

"Mh..."

Regulus noticed your smile slowly fall from your face. "Is something wrong, sweetheart?"

You nodded, looking down at the sheets covering your body.

"I was so scared uncle Reggie. I was scared i would never see my parents, all my uncles and Harry again"

Regulus leaned forward to gently stroke your hair. "There's nothing to be afraid of anymore, my dear. You're okay now. And as long as your parents and i are with you, we will never let you die, okay?"

You nodded uncertainly and Regulus realized that there was something else in your little head that was bothering you.

"Chérie" he called softly, tilting his head to meet your eyes. "What's the matter? You know you can tell me everything, hm?"

Regulus didn't expect to see tears begin to stream down your face and the sound of your sniffles fill the room with an echo.

"Hey..." he cooed. "Darling, why are you crying?"

"It's just that… T-That…" you sobbed, bringing your hands to your face to try to wipe the tears away. "Now my dads are going to hate me!"

Regulus felt his heart break again at your words and quickly reached a hand towards your face to replace yours, doing more gently than you were treating yourself.

"Darling, no..." he murmured. "Why are you saying this?"

"B-Because, because i know that now i am a werewolf like dad. He told me his story. But dad d-doesn't like being a werewolf and so he won't like me, because i've become an evil monster. Dad and daddy won't love me anymore!"

Regulus felt his eyes become watery, but he managed to keep himself from crying for your sake.

"Chérie" he murmured, sitting next to you on the bed. "What happened was not your fault. And I'm so sorry that you suffered so much. But i can assure you that none of us will hate you. You are still our little girl and we all love you for who you are. Nothing will change the love that binds our family, okay?"

You sniffled, finally lifting your head to look him in the eyes.

"D-Do you really mean that, uncle Reggie?"

Regulus smiled at you, stroking your temple.

"I mean it. Your parents love you more than anything in the world, darling. And they will never, ever hate you"

The doors to the room opened again and both you and Regulus turned, seeing Sirius and Remus enter. Regulus squeezed your hand and then got up from the bed, giving you one last smile before walking away a little, leaving room for your parents.

Sirius was the first to quickly approach, opening his arms wide.

"Oh darling..." he murmured and then he pulled you into a tight hug, pressing a hand to your head and kissing your hair. "Oh my god, i'm so happy you're okay, you have no idea. We were so so worried"

You hugged him back, rubbing your nose against his jacket and sobbing again, happy to see your parents again.

"Daddy... I was so scared"

Sirius tightened his arms around you, still being careful not to hurt you too much, especially from the wound.

"It's okay sweetheart, we're here now. We were scared too, you know?" he said with a slight trembling smile.

From above your head, Sirius shot a grateful look at Regulus, who smiled at him and nodded. You pulled away from Sirius' body just enough to look at Remus, who remained standing a few feet away from the bed.

"Dad…" you murmured and he lifted his head to look at you. "C-Can i give you a hug?"

Remus parted his lips and felt his eyes fill with tears again. He thought he'd used up all the tears while waiting with Sirius outside, but apparently he was wrong.

"Honey..." he said, sounding almost scared. He took a step forward and then another and another. "O-Of course. Godric, you can give me all the hugs you want. Oh my god..."

Sirius moved to make way for Remus, who wasted no time in sitting on the bed and holding you in his arms, starting to cry again. All three of you had tears on your cheeks and it seemed almost pathetic, but behind you Regulus looked at you with tenderness.

"I'm so sorry my love" Remus said, crying into your ear. "You suffered so much and we couldn't protect you"

Sirius sniffed, stroking Remus' shoulder softly. You remained cuddled for a few more long seconds until you then lifted your head to look into his eyes.

"A-Are you mad at me?" you asked fearfully.

Remus placed both hands on your cheek and Sirius looked at you confused.

"Why would we be mad at you, baby? After everything that's happened, do you really think we would have the courage to be mad at you?" the latter asked.

"Why are you asking us this?" Remus continued.

You looked down.

"B-Because now i'm a werewolf too... And i'm afraid that you won't love me anymore"

"Darling..." cooed Sirius.

"Listen to me carefully" Remus ordered softly, lifting your face again to look you in the eyes. "Baby, you are and will always be our daughter. And we will never, and i mean never, stop loving you"

"Yeah. It doesn't matter if you're human, werewolf or even a blowfish" Sirius continued, making you smile. "We will always be a family and we will never leave you. It's a promise"

You alternated your gaze from one father to the other and seeing them smile sweetly at you, despite the last tears they were shedding, you understood that there was nothing to fear. As Regulus had said.

"Promise?" you murmured, holding up your pinky finger.

Remus wasted no time in intertwining his long pinky with yours, then bringing your hands to his lips and kissing his thumb. "We solemnly promise"

Sirius took your hand and did the exact same thing, even adding a kiss to your forehead. And finally you smiled too, feeling your heart become lighter.

"Sweetheart" Remus called you then, looking at you a little more seriously. He took both of your hands in his, squeezing them tightly and stroking your knuckles. "I really wish this wasn't real, but unfortunately now your life will change. And it will be difficult at first because it was like that for me too. You will probably be scared at first and that is absolutely normal, darling. But i want you to know that you are not alone and you will never be alone. Me, daddy, James, Regulus and everyone else, will help you deal with this change. I will be with you every step of the way, okay?"

Sirius nodded and you tightened your hands nervously. Obviously you were afraid, but hearing your father's words you knew you could trust him. They would never have let you go through this alone.

"O-Okay" you nodded. "As long as you and daddy are here then i'll be okay"

"Of course sweetheart" Remus said with a sweet smile.

"That's my girl" Sirius smiled, ruffling your hair with one hand.

Then Sirius closed his arms around you and Remus in a tight hug, knowing that you both needed comfort more than ever. You both leaned into his body as he left a few kisses on your head and Remus' cheek.

It was a very tough situation, but together you would overcome everything. Together. That was your family motto.

Regulus decided it was best to leave you alone a little longer and walked towards the door of the room. Just before he could leave, Sirius's voice rang out in the silence.

"Hey" he murmured, brushing his ringed fingers along your back. "Now i can brag about having two wolves who will protect me when i need them. That's so cool, don't you think?"

And both you and Remus giggled.

Regulus smiled amusedly and then left, closing the door behind him.

Please lemme know what you think^^

[metranart]

GOJO & NANAMI x Reader (Shameless Smut💦)

Nanami sighed. He'd promised to go straight home after his mission, but the tone of your voice, that soft cooing somewhere between mischievous and tempting, made him stumble.

"Hey, guys... I just got back from a mission," you said, with a smile that spoke of secrets and promises. "Care to join me in the common room?"

Nothing else was necessary. Gojo lit up like a kid with a new toy. Nanami, for his part, let out a weary sigh, one that couldn't hide the slight blush creeping up his neck.

"Sure," he replied, his tone deeper than usual. "Suddenly, I'm not so tired anymore."

Gojo clicked his tongue with a cheeky grin. "Do you realize she has more power over you than coffee, Nana~?"

"Shut up, Satoru," Nanami retorted, but he couldn't help but grin as he followed you around like a puppy wagging its tail, excited by Mom's attention.

The common room was empty, lit only by a dim light. You lay sideways on the couch, legs crossed, as if you dominated the space. They sat beside you, one on either side, trapping you between two intense and completely opposite presences.

"You know," Gojo said, leaning toward you with his feline grin. "I love it when you come in like that, with that... dangerousenergy."

Nanami leaned back in his chair, thoughtfully stroking his chin with one hand as his eyes slowly scanned you. "You're a bad influence."

"Me?" you said with feigned innocence, leaning close enough so that your lips almost touched Nanami's neck. “I merely made you a harmless invitation...”

"Harmless, my..." Gojo let the sentence hang in the air as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. "You're going to have to take responsibility for what you cause."

Nanami also approached, his strong chest pressed against your back like a leech, his voice so low it made your skin prickle. "I hope you're not thinking of running away now... since you have us here, you'd better take good care of us."

The atmosphere became dense, charged with a gentle but constant electricity. There was no rush. Just intense glances, accidental touches, and knowing smiles that promised a long... and memorable night.

"So," you whispered, trapped in his arms, between warmth and mischief, "should I worry... or enjoy it?"

Gojo laughed, amused. "Both, precious."

Nanami nodded, his fingers brushing your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with the intensity of his eyes. “But we promise you'll remember it.”

And so, amid laughter, caresses, and glances that spoke louder than words, the common room became the perfect setting for something much more intimate than a simple conversation.

You have to bite the back of your hand to keep from whimpering when Satoru's mouth lands on your bundle of nerves. It wasn't enough for him to make you cum on his fingers; he wanted the taste of you dripping over his lips and chin, a mixture of saliva and cum that Gojo found sweeter than any dessert.

"S-Satoru..."

You still don't know what it was about this display of depraved voracity that was driving you so damn feral. It was so silly, but at the same time, so effortlessly sexy. GOD, you wanted this six-eyed prodigy so badly.

"Eyes on me, (Y/N)." Nanami grunted, a hint of possessiveness and envy lacing his tone as he cursed and sweated, and he couldn't seem to tear his gaze away as slowly guided you down to kiss the shape of his swollen cock against the wrinkled fabric of his suit pants. "Do you think you can handle us?"

Hearing Gojo chuckle against your folds, and the blush that steals your cheeks is more than enough for your hands to unzip his pants and pull out that massive piece of cock that juts out like an obelisk over your face. Nanami looks at you curiously, and you refuse to moan like a whore when out of the blue Gojo captures your clit between his soft lips. The stoic blond smiled amused, a hint of sympathy in those honey-colored eyes, and suddenly all you can think about is making him pay for underestimating your ability to make him cum...

"Not underestimating your opponents is the first lesson we were taught, Nanami."

The tip of his cock brushed against your tongue, and FUCK! Nanami's whole body shuddered as if he'd received electric shocks. Gojo laughed again, and you licked the roundness of the tip like a lollipop. Nanami watching you closely, breaths coming out labored and heavy.

"...The back-k of your throat i-is so damn s-soft..."

Gojo chuckled, completely enraptured, enjoying every minute of Nanami's lack of self-control and how he’d mastered the art of melting you just with the effort of his nimble mouth.

"Just like in high school,” Gojo praised, devouring your soul though licks and sucks, “Good old days."

Gojo smirked and looked down, Nanami's cock firmly embedded between your esophagus and tongue. Your beautiful eyes finally met Gojo's lovesick gaze, eyes filled with a sick devotion that reminds you of a younger, less stressed Satoru Gojo.

"I told you,” Nanami rasped between heady groans, “he’s still your number one fan, (Y/N)." Nanami couldn't help but chuckle, amused by Gojo's love-stricken gaze, unaware that he has the same damn gaze at that moment.

‘I am.’ Gojo mouthed to you, and you melt even more for him, if that’s even possible.

Both end up knitting their eyebrows together like trying to understand a physics problem while, with all your concentration, you suck Nanami's cock so deep and greedy that your own juices splatter Gojo's face. 

An orchestra of moans, grunts and unbridled pleasure bounces off the walls of the room and right then, you realize.... that sometimes you can’t think about anything else besides how hard can Gojo fuck you against the nearest surface, or despite what everyone else might think, how much you know Nanami desperately needs his balls drained at least every other day, or how sexy Gojo's voice can get while raggedly gasping your name.  

These two sorcerers have become invaluable to your happiness, both are precious to you. You've already lost Geto and it's a regret that burns in you to this day, so you try to get on your knees, on your back, on your tummy or however they need it, to give them the reward both deserve, over and over and over and OVER again.

✏️ Artwork for this Drabble / 🔞 NSFW Artwork

[ladykailitha]

Forever Young Part 3

Hey guys, welcome back! With all the 1 million word celebration stuff going on I haven't had much time to work on much, especially with a migraine that lasted three days last week, so I'm whittling down my backlog. But that's what it's for, so have no fear.

Once I have the 1 million words stories done, I'll be able to get back to work on the other stories.

In this the kids are fed and put down for naps and Steve does something unexpected.

Part 1 Part 2

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Once all the kids had been fed and cleaned up, they decided to divide and conquer. Lucas and Mike would watch the kids, while everyone else worked on what might have caused the regression in the first place.

“I can tell it is not Upside Down related,” El said with a extreme confidence as they gathered around the pool to talk so they didn’t disturb the kids.

Will chewed his lip and nodded. “I agree. I’d feel it if it was. There is something else happening here, we just need to figure out what happened.”

“They had their movie night last night,” Dustin said, rubbing his chin. “I know because I tried to get Eddie to take me to the library last night, but he wouldn’t budge.”

“Don’t they usually all sleep over together when they do that?” Max asked cocking her head to the side.

“Not always,” Will said, shaking his head. “Like if one or more of them have to work, they’ll go their separate ways.”

“Shit!” Dustin said, leaping to his feet. “Who works where today? We need to call them in sick or they’ll get fired!”

“Steve will have it on his calendar,” El said tilting her head to the side thoughtfully.

They all dashed into the house and slid into the kitchen.

“It looks like only Nancy and Robin!” Will cried as he scanned for today’s date. “Max you call and act all stuffy like you’re sick.”

Max nodded and went over to Steve’s roll-a-dex and looked up both numbers. She quickly put on the best performance of her life.

Twice.

When she had finished with family video, they all slumped to the floor.

“I’ve only given us two extra days,” Max said, bringing her knees up to her chest. “Hopefully that will be enough.”

They all nodded.

Suddenly Mike cried out, “Guys get in here now!”

All four of them lurched to their feet and scrambled for the living room.

“What’s wrong?” Dustin asked, panicked.

Mike pointed to Eddie and Steve on the floor.

“I don’t—” Max said rolling her eyes.

“Shhh!” Lucas hissed, cutting her off.

“You like bats?! That’s so cool!” Little Eddie was saying. “Everyone tells me that they can’t be my favorite because they’re so creepy.”

Little Steve was coloring on Little Eddie’s right arm. “I think they’re cute. They’re like flying mice and I love mice. My mom won’t let me have any because she’s afraid of them. But I keep telling her that field mice that try to get into the house and fancy mice that are use for pets are different.”

“They are?” Eddie asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I still don’t—” Max huffed, putting her hands on her hips.

But again she was cut off, this time by Mike. He pointed to what Little Steve was drawing on Little Eddie’s arm.

“Holy shi–” Dustin stopped himself. “Crap.”

Little Steve was almost done with his drawing. He had drawn four of the five bats that made up Eddie’s tattoo on his forearm.

Will walked up to them and crouched down next to Little Steve. “That looks really neat, Stevie. What made you decide on bats?”

Little Steve frowned as he finished the last bat. It wasn’t neat or exactly like Eddie’s tattoo, but there were five of them of varying sizes.

“I like bats!” Little Eddie said brightly. “He asked if he could draw on me. Mama never lets me draw on myself and when I visit Uncle Wayne he says he has to follow her rules or at least make sure I wash them off before I go home.”

“That’s great, Eddie,” Will said with a pained smile. “You like to draw?”

Little Eddie nodded.

“It just felt right,” Little Steve said softly, stroking the newly colored bats on Eddie’s arm. He looked up at Will, his eyes welling up. “Did I do something wrong?”

Will shook his head. “No, Stevie. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just curious about why you chose the bats.”

“His arm looked funny without them,” Little Steve whispered.

Little Eddie cocked his head to the side. “I like it! It’s like my Daddy! He has tattoos too! Though his are like daggers and stuff.”

“That’s cool,” Little Steve said, brightening up for the first time since he was found by Dustin. “My dad thinks that people who get tattoos are bad people, but that can’t be right, because Henry the butcher has tattoos that he got while he was in the army and he’s the nicest guy!”

Will was starting to see why Steve’s parents might have decided he wasn’t worth having around if he was already choosing to see people as individuals not blanket concepts that could be reviled against at the tender age of five.

“That’s good, Stevie,” Lucas said with a sigh.

“My dad says stuff like that too,” Little Nancy said, cocking her head to the side. “But my mom just rolls her eyes and tells me later that we have to be nice to other people. Especially after my little brother is born. I have to be extra special nice to him.”

Mike’s lip quivered. He wasn’t one hundred percent sure where in Nancy’s toddler years she was, but now he did.

“I’m going to have a little brother, too!” Little Jonathan cried, raising his hand. “He’s name is going to be William after my grandfather!”

Will looked behind him with a smile on his face. “You are going to be the best big brother. I can tell.”

Little Jonathan beamed up at him. “I’ll fight Dad if I have to. I’ll be so big and strong so I could protect him!”

Will stood up and walked over to him. He gently cupped Little Jonathan’s cheek. “You don’t have to do that, let your mom handle your dad, just be there for him and be understanding, okay?”

Little Jonathan nodded.

“I think it’s nap time,” Mike said, voice cracking and fighting back tears. “Come on. The girls can sleep in one room and the boys in Steve’s room.”

Little Eddie crossed his arms and pouted. “I’m too big for naps! I’m the first grade and everything!”

“Do you think that you could play quietly while the others slept?” Dustin asked, skeptically raising one eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“No way!” Little Nancy huffed, mirroring Little Eddie’s pose. “If he doesn’t have to nap, then I don’t either!”

And suddenly all the kids were protesting the nap. Mike squeezed his eyes shot for a moment before going over and kneeling in front of her.

“Nancy,” he began. “He’s older than you. The older you get, the less sleep you need to grow up. So Eddie’s little body can stay up easier than yours can.”

Little Nancy frowned. “He’s not older than I am!” she protested, grasping at straws.

“He’s six, Nance,” Dustin huffed rolling his eyes. “That’s two years older than you.”

“I’m six!” she insisted, stomping her foot.

Mike smirked, he had this one on lock. “Uh-uh,” he said wagging his finger. “That’s a lie and liars get what?”

Little Nancy’s eyes went wide. She leaned forward and whispered. “Who told you about the naughty chair?”

Mike just grinned. “So the choice is yours. The naughty chair or a nap.”

Little Nancy pouted and stomped her foot, not answering.

“Chair it is then,” and he reached out for her hand.

She snatched it back and then marched to the door. “Well, where is this extra room, I’m supposed to nap in?”

Max hurried up to her. “Follow me. Come on, Robbie.” She held out her hand and the other little girl sighed heavily but trotted up to Max to take her hand.

Max lead them to room on the other side of the hall and tucked them in.

Mike turned to Little Steve and Little Jonathan and clapped his hands. “Come on, boys. Nap time for you too.”

Little Steve looked up at him a moment deciding if it was worth arguing that he was older too. But Mike met him head on, never flinching or blinking.

Finally Little Steve gave it up as a lost cause and with a heavy, put upon sigh, he caves. “I’m guessing the same room I woke up in and where Wayne put me?”

Lucas cocked his head at his tone. “Wait, do you not want to sleep in that room?”

Little Steve rolled his eyes. “Duh.”

The boys looked at each other in confusion before El snapped, “It’s because the room scared him! I wouldn’t want to go back to a room where I woke up not knowing where I was or where my parents were, and hid the closet either.”

“Me either,” Little Jonathan said softly, taking Little Steve’s hand.

“Okay,” Dustin said, rearing his head back in shock. “So where do we put them instead?”

They all thought for a moment.

“There is a little room in the basement,” Lucas said snapping his fingers. “Actually it looks like almost whole other house down there, man. There’s a bathroom and a kitchen and even a game room, but most importantly a bedroom. We can put them to sleep there. The bedroom is right by the stairs so we can hear them if they need anything!”

Everyone agreed to that and soon enough Little Jonathan and Little Steve were out like a light.

Lucas came thundering up the stairs, but Max shushed him. He opened his mouth to ask, but she elbowed him and pointed at the floor where Little Eddie was supposed to be coloring.

He was slumped over his coloring book in a heap, snoring away.

Will shook his head and grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and tucked Little Eddie’s head under it. Then Mike came over with one of the afghans Steve kept by the love seat for movie nights, and draped it over him.

“Now we need to figure out what’s happening and why,” Dustin said with his hands on his hips.

“And how the hell did Steve know about the bats on Eddie’s arm?” Max said, crossing her arms. “Like it’s clear they don’t recognize each other or us, so how did he know about the bat tattoo?”

Lucas rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“And why Eddie?” Dustin groused. “Why not Nancy or Robin? Or hell, me? Because he’s known us longer than he’s known Eddie.”

“Yeah,” Will said and then pulled his backpack on to his lap. “Let’s keep note of whenever that happens, to see if we can find a pattern.”

“That’s a good idea, Will,” Lucas said. “Also we need to figure what happens if this goes on for more than a couple of days. Because they all have jobs and responsibilities that if they go without doing for too long will get them into serious trouble.”

“Which means telling more than Wayne,” El agreed. “I do not want to call Dr. Owens. Especially since we know it is not Upside Down related, but perhaps he knows more about this sort of thing than we do.”

“First off,” Max said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “We do not need all of us watching the kids, I felt mostly useless.”

Mike nodded. “As much as it pains me to say this, but I think it should be me and Lucas. We know the most about taking care of kids.”

Lucas sighed but agreed. “Sad but true. Which means you four are going to have to do some research. Try to figure out what they watched. If they smoked weed or drank and what the combination might have been to cause this.”

“The scientific method!” Dustin cried with a grin. “You’ve got it!”

El and Max shared a glance and rolled their eyes.

“We should split it up further,” Will said, from behind his notebook. “El and Max reach out to Dr. Owens and find out if this has happened before while Dustin and I play detectives and figure what happened last night.”

Everyone agreed and then they all put their hands in a circle.

“We’ve got this!” Lucas cried and they all roared back, “Hell yeah!”

~

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[mikkomacko]

holy f that was so good, now can we can we get the opposite, nico dom reader in bed

A/n: holy shit this took me so long but here she is. I hope it was worth the wait!

Warnings: smut (Nico does not wrap it before tapping it), overstimulation, edging, little bit of bondage, Nico’s got a dirty mouth

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Just my hands?"

"Mhm," Nico hums, nimble fingers working the bandana around your wrists. The fabric is soft and worn, comfortable after years of it being tied around Nico's thigh on jobs, washed after it was used to hold and clean a wound. Tied and untied from your body.

"Not gonna have to put one around that pretty mouth of yours, am I?"

He's challenging you, daring you to so much as be bratty with him. You can tell by his tone, the warning bite to his words. Glancing over your shoulder, you catch the way he’s smirking. Dark eyelashes hiding his eyes as he examines his handiwork on your wrists, but his cheek is dimpled and lips curled just slightly.

“No,” you say back, looking straight ahead. The tension in your arms tightens, Nico pulling the knot tight before your conjoined hands fall against your lower back. It’s not uncomfortable, but it makes your back arch in the way Nico likes. And it makes your muscles ache, pulls on your shoulders and stomach with the perfect amount of pain and pleasure.

You feel almost boneless.

Nico, done with his work for the moment, walks around the bed until he’s standing in front of your kneeling form.

“Not unless you want to.”

Your words make his smirk grow, not surprised but impressed as he quirks an eyebrow and licks at his bottom lip.

“Don’t think I want to,” he mutters, and a large hand pushes your hair out of your face, fingers gripping the strands at the nape of your neck. Instinctively you tilt your chin up, thighs squeezing together and your core throbs in anticipation.

It’s second nature the way you open up for him, lips parted, tongue out and waiting, and you blink sluggishly. Nico spits into your mouth, biting at his bottom lip as you give him a moment to see his saliva pooled on your tongue before you swallow.

You know what he’s looking for, what he wants from you. Soft and pliant, ready and willing for any and everything he could throw at you. He wants to know that you’re eager and ready, not testing or teasing.

Nico’s not in the mood to scold or break you. He wants to use you, and he wants you to want that too.

God, if he only knew…

“Good girl,” he says under his breath, like he’s mostly talking to himself. But it reaches your ears and sends shivers down your back, skin prickling. You want him to touch you, right now preferably.

Your eyes trail down his almost completely naked body, from his protruding collarbones that you love to bite and bruise to the dark hair in the center of his chest. Down the dips and cuts of his abdomen, light pink scars and the smattering of hair that’s cuts off at the waistband of his briefs.

Mouth watering and arousal rushing through your whole body, you shift on the mattress. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, bubbling just under the surface and only his hands can soothe it. When you look back up into his eyes, he’s watching you with a cocky tilt to his head.

You purposely looked away when you got to his boxers, knowing to not tempt yourself by looking at the bulge in the front of them. You’re trying to be good for him, not start frothing at the bit and mouthing at his dick through his boxers.

That’s desperate and pathetic, a desperate you haven’t reached yet. Well….maybe.

“Look at you,” he coos, stroking at your hair with his right hand. You press into his hold, needing to feel more of him. Any little bit you can get your hands on. “Being so polite baby, so proper, hm?”

Jutting out your bottom lip, you nod in agreement. He laughs to himself, the sound staying in the back of his throat but his closed lip smile gives it away.

Nico looks at you thoughtfully for a moment, tilts his head ever so slightly and the intensity of his gaze sends a shot of warmth through your body, dripping down your spine and into the pool of your belly, trickling and trickling until your toes are curling, thighs clenching together.

Every time he looks at you like that it’s because he’s got some idea mapped out in that pretty head of his, something so specific and beautiful.

Anyone who’s ever accused Nico of being uncreative has obviously never seen him in bed.

Wordless, Nico bends to press a kiss to your forehead, his beard warm and scratchy on your skin. “Gonna listen to me, yeah?” He waits for your hum of acknowledgement, lips still brushing the crown of you heard. “I’m going to make you feel good, like I always do. And you’re gonna be good, not complain about how I want to do it, are you?”

“No,” you croak, squeezing your fingers together as best you can with the tie around your wrist. “I’m gonna be good.”

Nico smiles against your forehead. “Good girl,” he presses a chaste kiss before returning to his full height. Towering over you, he licks his lips. “What are you going to tell me if you want me to stop?”

“Strawberry.”

He nods, something like pride glinting in his smirk. “Good, baby.” The compliment drips down your head like honey, warm and sticky, clinging to every muscle in your body. You bask in it, thoughts turning to goo as Nico strips out of his last article of clothing. Then he’s settling onto the bed with you, not even giving you a chance to ogle him before he’s manhandling you into his lap.

Perched on his thighs, Nico’s strong grip keeps you steady as you instinctively try to ground yourself with your hands. They strain against the tie, a yelp of surprise squeaking out of you.

Nico silences it with his mouth, lips rough and bruising but the pain sends tickling static through your nerves. You melt into him, every muscle in your body bending to his will.

A large hand on your ass, palming at the flesh long enough for you to arch back into his hold. Nico’s laugh is almost mocking, like he can’t believe you’re this desperate for him. You have a feeling he doesn’t even know the half of it.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you mumble, sloppily kissing next to his mouth. He tilts his head to the side, silently giving you permission to keep trailing kisses along his cheeks and jaw.

Pliant in his hands, it’s easy for Nico to lift you up, shifting his hips just enough that when his hand lowers your weight back down your no longer sat on the top of his thighs.

Breath stuttering out of your lungs, a whiny moan wheezes from between your lips. Nico’s cock is thick, stretching and burning in just the right way. That static fuzz buzzes in your ears, blurs your mind around the edges until all that’s there is Nico.

“That better?” He goads, hand laying heavily on the curve of your ass. Suddenly all the promises you made to him earlier are forgotten and without word you’re trying to push up on your knees.

Nico presses your weight down. “Nuh-uh,” he breaths firmly “I don’t want you moving a muscle.” Blinking, you look at him in disbelief. How are you supposed to do this without moving?

He looks utterly amused watching the wheels turn behind your eyes, seeing you helplessly trying to figure out how this is gonna work because you want to come right now actually.

Lips parting with an unspoken question, Nico answers before you can even form the sentence. His thumb finds your clit, gentle but certain as he immediately works it in little circles.

“Oh,” you breathe, eyes fluttering as your core warms, sending sparks of heat throughout your veins. Shifting ever so slightly, you tilt your hips further into Nico’s touch. “Nico,”

His other hand finds yours, tangling his fingers with your tied ones. “If ya move I’ll stop,” he warns, squeezing your digits. Dumbly, you nod, eyes falling shut as you relax into Nico’s very capable hands.

Patiently you wait for him to move, wait to feel him shift onto the heels of his feet and fuck up into you. But he just keeps petting at your clit, his breaths growing heavier as you grow wetter around his cock.

The coil in your tummy tightens. Blinking open your eyes, you try to figure out Nico’s next move. He’s already looking at your face, pupils blown wide and dark with desire. His bottom lip is bitten red, wet and pouty as he pants out heavy puffs of air.

“Nico?” You murmur, pouting your own lips at him when he meets your gaze. “Can I cum?”

The sweetest smile you’ve ever seen curls his lips, dimpling his cheeks and crinkling his eyes. It’s a lethal combo; that cute smile with those lust filled eyes. “Yeah baby you can.” He agrees easily and something stirs in the back of your mind.

For being in charge, he’s being awfully agreeable right now.

“So tight, you feel so good around me,” he praises and the thought from before fades away. Nico’s nice, he’s always so nice and you know from experience that he’s above and beyond generous.

You melt into him, tucking into his shoulder and mouthing at the muscle as he circles your clit. “My good girl,” he squeezes your numbing fingers “let me feel you.”

The coil in your stomach winds so tight it bursts, your teeth biting into Nico’s shoulder as you come around him. His hold on your hands and ass tighten, keeping you still as every muscle shakes and clenches.

A gut punching moan crackles out of his chest, his cock twitching inside you. Finally, you think. He’s gonna actually do something.

Until his hand drops from teasing your clit to where your still sat on him, nudging you slightest bit and you peek down to see him wrap his fingers around the base of himself, knuckles turning white as he squeezes.

What is he doing?

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You’ve lost any semblance of time and space that you previously held. Any self-control, any actual firing neurons reduced to fuzziness thanks to Nico’s fingers.

And his still unmoving dick.

Your third- fourth?- orgasm of the night tears through you like an electric shock, Nico’s hand holding your ass down doing nothing to stop you from wiggling your legs and feet, kicking at his shin.

“None of that,” he scolds, easing up the circling of his thumb. His lips press into your shoulder, kissing the sweaty skin there, soothing compared to torturous actions of his hands.

“Too good,” you whine pathetically, resting your damp cheek against the side of his head as your legs go still again. Faintly, you think he should be more grateful that you’ve stuck to the promise of not trying to bounce on his cock.

“Please Nico,”

“I know it’s good,” he admonishes, “so fucking good, but if you want more you’re gonna listen to me.”

His thumb drops to prod at where your stretched around him, aching and dripping wet. Your hips flex against his hold, an indignant whine escaping the back of your throat. “Don’t want more, want you.”

“Want what?” He mouths at your neck, oh so gentle and kind with his lips. You wish he’d take that same course of action with his dick and fingers.

“Want you to cum,” you cry, unsure if it’s from too much pleasure or not enough. Nico’s always been good at walking that line between desperation and overstimulation. “Ple-“

The pads of two fingers find your overly touched clit, v-ing around the bud and pinching together just enough to have your stomach tightening and toes curling.

“M’not ready yet,” he says conversationally, lips on the shell of your ear. “Want you to keep me warmer for a little longer, yeah?”

The thought has tears rolling down your cheeks, whining in protest as his nimble fingers roll your clit. “Hey,” he shushes almost instantly, breath hot “be good for me, baby.”

“S’not fair Nico,” he chuckles at your whining leaning back into the headboard.

“What’s not?” His nose trails across your cheek bone, lips kissing away the messy tear tracks.

“I have been good,” you insist, flexing your hands that feel like pins and needles in their tie. The tips of your fingers brush against his warm hand, no doubt icy to the touch. “I’ve been so good and I still don’t get to feel you come?”

As if rectifying his mind jumbling teasing, Nico’s fingers press directly over your clit, a gentle tickles that has warmth buzzing under your skin, melting your overstrained muscles.

“You will,” he promises, and a wicked smirk sits on his face when he pulls all the way back. Dark eyes trail up and down your body, tongue licking at his swollen lips. He meets your gaze, and a small flicker of pride lights up your chest when you realize he’s not as calm and cool as he pretends to be.

No he looks fucking tortured too, like every time he’s had you pulsing around his cock has slowly driven him mad too.

The thought makes you clench around him, the knot in your belly going taut and you bear down into his hips without even think about it. Your right legs spasms out, stretching to widen your stance and somehow Nico sinks even deep into your cunt.

Before you can even realize the disobedience, the hand on your clit is gripping your thighs, blunt nails digging into the flesh. “Stay still,” he scolds, low and harsh. The reprimand falls on deaf ears though, blood rushing in your ear drums as the head of his cock nudges at your g-spot. His jaw ticks, a curious eyebrow raising as he takes in the glossed over look in your eyes, the way you’re blinking back at him in a daze.

He knows that look, and he knows any more pushes will be too far. No this is supposed to be good for you, not hurt your feelings. Not hurt you, period.

Nico pushes your thigh back until you’re kneeling, canting his hips up. The molding of your legs doesn’t matter, as soon as he nudging his cock deeper into you they’re kicking out again.

You’ve been good, so he doesn’t really care to make you go back. No, he’s got you right where he wants you. Tucked into his shoulder, little hiccuping noises of pleasure muttered into his skin.

He takes ahold of your thighs, strong hands bouncing you in time with his thrusts. You keen, biting at the skin of his collarbone and sinking into him like deadweight. Nico groans softly, your left leg jutting out as you twitch in overstimulation.

“Thought I said to keep those legs still.” He taunts, no heat behind his words. “Maybe I’ll have to call Timo in here, make him tie those down for me too.”

It’s an empty threat, something Nico would never ever do to you but the idea has you whining pathetically. You shift in embarrassment, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“Stop Nico that’s embarrassing,” you hiccup, sniffling. But Nico can feel the way you’ve tightened around him, the way you’re dripping at his wicked tongue.

“Why baby?” He asks innocently, lips tucked to your forehead. “Don’t want him to see how pretty you look taking my cock?”

A wrecked sob rumbles into his throat, your walls fluttering around him and Nico whimpers when he feels you flex against his hold, tired and strained thighs trying to ride him.

“You like that?” He pants, heels digging into the bed as he fucks up into you. “Like hearing that you’re pretty like this? So messy and sweet for me, so fucking perfect all night.”

Nico’s abs clench, his balls throbbing painfully after being denied his own orgasm so many times in a row. It feels the good, that pull in his muscles and ache in his cock. He can feel it in his toes, veins burning with it.

“Please, please, please…” you mutter through cries.

He’s not even sure you know that you’re asking him for anything. Nico tangles a hand in your hair, gripping the back of your neck and squeezing the sides. Then he’s using his last bit of worn out will-power to piston his hips. He’s relentless with it, muttering praise into your damp forehead until you’re pulsing around him, warm and wet and so fucking tight.

His orgasm hits him sudden and sharp, shocking his entire system as he empties into your spent pussy. A pleasured sob wracks through you, muffled into his neck with every twitch of his cock. It feels like it drags on forever, his orgasm, ribbons of cum spilling into your hot cunt for longer then he thought possible.

It hurts, in a way that’s so fucking good and Nico whimpers into your hairline, petting at your spine and the curve of your ass. Plaint, you sit on his lap with limp bones, hands still tied against the small of your back.

He blinks, coming back to some of his senses and he’s immediately fumbling with the tie. It loosens, falls to the bedsheets below you and your arms hand heavy at your sides.

“Ow,” you whine when he takes ahold of them, cupping your cold and numb fingers into his.

“Sorry baby, let me make it better,” he apologizes, shifting to sit up. You move with him, wincing in tandem when he starts to slip out of your walls.

He gets them cradled between the two of you, pressed to his chest and he massages at your forearms and wrists. “You did so good for me baby, m’so fucking proud of you.”

Eyes fluttering open, you smile at him all lazy and flattered, cheeks flush and neck splotchy. Nico grins back, satiated and dopey after his orgasm. His long awaited orgasm at that.

“My pretty girl,” he continues, “best I ever had. I fucking swear.”

Preening, you wiggle your fingers in his hold, the feeling coming back to them. “You came so hard,” you giggle lowly, a hint of awe in your tone.

Nico giggles too, kissing at your knuckles. “Yeah? Was it worth it?”

Your head bobs mindlessly. “Always worth it. You’re so sexy when you come.”

Heat rises in his cheeks, flattered but he still looks at you questioningly. You look all soft and sweet, like your tongue is moving on its own accord.

You’re so precious after being properly fucked.

“Like the noises you make, and the way you hold me.” You snuggle back into him, arms squished between your naked chests. “Love you Nico.”

“I love you too baby.”

[avcdgrdn]

── .✦ [ FIC ]: can i really stay here? [ part four ]

[ part one & part two & part three ]

mullet stanley pines x innkeeper reader

tags: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, sfw

word count: 1531

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it took you about a half hour to get ready.

okay, maybe you spent a solid five minutes screaming into a pillow, but that’s besides the point.

descending the staircase of the inn, you emerged in the lobby, dressed up and dreamy. stan pines has spent years perfecting his poker face, but when he laid eyes on you, he couldn’t stop his jaw from dropping.

he was so glad that he gambled on a ‘yes.’

“sweet moses.” he breathed, rubbing his face with one hand before taking another good, long look at you.

“how do i look?” you carefully pushed a stray hair back into place, glancing expectantly at your flabbergasted date.

“like you fell from heaven.” a smug grin grew on his face. he was smitten. “i’d offer you my arm, but you look too perfect to touch.”

his charm was working wonders on you. you chuckled softly, rosy cheeks hinting at the feelings that raged within. “i’m far from perfect, you know.”

he held out his hand to you, his voice low. “not in my eyes, doll. i call you angel for a reason.”

you took his hand, and he led you out to where his car was parked. he made a point of opening the passenger side door for you, shutting it after you were situated and coming around to the driver’s side.

you could faintly smell the cigarette smoke that stubbornly clung onto the car, but he had totally cleaned up the interior, having crammed all his things into the trunk and scrubbed away troublesome stains. there was even a small pine tree air freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.

“i hope y’like the place i picked. it ain’t much, but i figured it’d be nice.” starting the engine, he snaked his arm around the back of your headrest, looking over his shoulder as he reversed out of the parking lot and made his way out onto the road. you could feel yourself practically buzzing with excitement and curiosity, smiling and folding your hands in your lap.

it was about a five-minute car ride, and neon lights illuminating the bustling cityscape made for a nice view. you found yourself pulling into the parking lot of one of the nicest restaurants in town. wait a second …

your brows rose. “stan, this is—”

you were cut off as he shushed you, waving his hand dismissively. “don’t even think about it. don’t worry about it. just let me do this for ya, alright?”

“but—”

his hand gently pushed your mouth shut from underneath your chin, tilting your head towards him. “it’s my turn t’ be the nice one. ya got it?”

all you could do was silently nod your head. you wanted to question how much this was costing him, but it was obvious that he didn’t want you to know that.

a moment later, you walked into the restaurant, and a waiter led you to your table. sitting down across from stan, you looked around the place, fascinated.

“you know, i’ve always wanted to check this place out, but i’ve just never had a reason to.” you smiled, returning your focus to him. “this is exciting!”

“oh yeah? huh, musta been a lucky guess.” he sighed, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at you.

the waiter came around, and you placed your orders. stanley could barely take his eyes off you the whole time, and they stayed just as glued in place after the waiter left.

“so, i’m gonna cut to the chase …” he paused, fidgeting with a fork on the table, never breaking eye contact.

“... i wanna know everything about you.”

you felt your face heat up. he was staring at you with a lot more intent than he had the last time you’d gone out to eat together.

“you do? … everything?”

“you heard me.” his tone was soft, but serious. “whatever you’re willing t' share, i’ll gratefully take.”

your heart beat louder in your chest. this man genuinely wanted to get closer to you.

“well … my mom is a schoolteacher, and my dad works for the bank.” you stroked your chin thoughtfully. “i’ve always been told i’m good at hosting people. i think that’s sort of what inspired me to open an inn in the first place.”

you continued to infodump about your life, your passions, and whatever else came to mind. stanley was loving every single second of it. he’d occasionally pipe in with a comment on something you’d said, but for the most part, he just gazed dreamily, leaning his head against one hand.

the conversation kept on going throughout the meal, and the two of you took turns talking while the other took a few bites of food. you hadn’t spent quality time with someone like this in so long—you’ve only been worried about minding the inn for the past few years—and you found that you were totally captivated by him.

you wanted to stay like this forever.

after swallowing a mouthful of food, you met his warm brown eyes with your own. “hey, stan?”

“hmm?”

“how long are you staying for?”

he paused, setting down his utensil and straightening in his seat.

“i mean … i wanna keep doing this with you.” your voice was quieter. “getting to know each other, just … talking. but … i know your stay with me is probably temporary …”

his bit his lower lip for a moment, looking down. the bill came, and he scribbled a signature, handing the waiter a few folded bills along with the receipt.

“let’s head out, yeah?”

“okay …”

the car ride back to the inn was silent, save for the ambience of surrounding traffic and the low hum of the radio. there was a certain tension hanging in the air.

pulling into the parking lot, stan put the car in park, taking the key out.

“look.”

he shifted in his seat, turning his body towards you. nervously, he reached one hand out, placing it on your arm and capturing your attention.

“i’ve been walking a tightrope for what feels like forever. and … i don’t know if i’ll get the privilege of keeping you in my life.”

your heart skipped a beat.

he took a deep breath. “i know damn well i don’t deserve you. hell, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. when i’m with you, i feel like i can be appreciated by somebody …” he swallowed a lump in his throat.

“... nobody has ever made me feel that way before.”

tears welled up quietly. he clenched his teeth, fighting to keep his composure, but ultimately failing.

“i … i had no … idea how much i needed that. how much i needed you.”

a single tear rolled down his cheek, succeeded by another … and another. he was choking the words out.

“i … know we haven’t known each other that long, but … do you … feel it, too?”

there was desperation in his voice, in his eyes.

it was as if he were asking for a miracle.

tears were already clouding your vision. turning in your seat, you gently wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace, which he quickly returned.

“i feel it too, stanley.” you murmured, biting back a voice crack as you felt the tears falling. you just squint your eyes shut. he held onto you even tighter, as if he was afraid that you would disappear.

“hah … so i’m not crazy …” he laughed weakly, sniffling and pulling his head back to look at you. his thumbs gently wiped the tears from your face. his touch was so delicate … almost reverent. “i knew there was something between us.”

you sighed quietly as he held your face, smiling upon hearing his laugh.

your next words escaped your mouth before you could process it.

“i love you.”

stanley’s eyes went wide.

“you … what?”

“i … i lov—”

you didn’t get the chance to repeat yourself, as he had leaned in and pressed his lips against your own.

stunned at first, you gradually returned the kiss, letting your eyelids shut on their own. it was sweet and sincere, as if it held the meaning of a thousand words.

after a moment, he pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed.

“i love you, too.”

he shifted closer to you, moving his head to rest on your shoulder as he pulled you into another hug.

“please … no matter what happens, please promise me you won’t ever forget about me.”

“oh, stan … don’t say that. i couldn’t forget you, even if i tried.”

his strong arms tightened around you even further. you could feel his heartbeat through the rise and fall of his chest, and it lulled you into a trance.

“... my love. mine.”

he kept mumbling vaguely into your shoulder, refusing to let go of you. you smiled to yourself, bringing your hand up to his ponytail and undoing the hairtie so that his mullet fell loose.

and for the next half hour, you ran your fingers through his hair while he clung to you like a magnet.

end

[ part five ]

author's note:

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[joocomics]

My praise kink can't help but keen at the thought of piercer!Jooyeon praising me for how well I did getting my nipples pierced and then praising me for taking care of them so well 😵‍💫 you feel so comfortable with him that you finally bite the bullet and agree to get your clit pierced too. Except you're so unbelievably wet it's impossible and he goes 'tsk tsk you're not letting me do my job baby girl' 💦

tags: piercer!jooyeon x fem!reader | 18+

“Tsk, you’re not letting me do my job, baby girl.”

You hear the noise of Piercer!Jooyeon’s rolling chair, and you glance up on the instant - he distances himself with a sigh.

“You’re too wet.”

He lifts one hand to his face, the dark glove contrasting excitingly against his smooth, pale skin as he strokes his chin thoughtfully. His look of professionalism is shifting the longer he holds his gaze upon you.

Because of that, and everything else having to do with him and his arousing energy, you turn so hot that you can feel your mouth going completely dry.

“I’ll give you a moment to calm down a bit,” his lips slide into a knowing smile, “in the meantime, I’ll tidy up some of my tools.”

“Can I have some water, please?”

You didn’t imagine your procedures going like this… Yes, they were successful, undeniably. Jooyeon couldn’t stop praising you for how well you’re taking care of your nipple piercings. He even said that you’re one of his bravest clients.

But by the end, you end up too dazed, too aroused and overwhelmed by the minutes spent around him; from the lingering power of his touch that’s the perfect balance between dominant and attentive.

Today, your body isn’t even willing to wait for you to go home. You’re melting on the padded table. Right in front of his eyes.

“Of course.” He nods, raising to his feet.

Is he mad that you’re wasting the appointment? Does he think you’re weird? Can he possibly be…

“Here you go.” Jooyeon’s tone swiftly goes back to professional, but that hint of warmth is still there, making your heart race. “Hey, you’re doing great.” And the encouragement is accompanied by him laying a hand over your thigh.

You manage a brief, shaky nod before bringing the cup to your mouth.

Is he aware… that the needles are almost nothing compared to the desire he provokes inside you?

You drink too quickly; everything around you feels too hot so the second the cold water hits your tongue, you gulp it, causing few droplets to trickle down your chin. They run down your neck and sneak into your bra.

Considering he’s standing right next to you, Jooyeon notices.

He takes the empty cup from your hand, not hiding the fact he’s tracing the path of the liquid.

“Tsk, now the rest of your body is wet too.” A playful grin tugs at the corners of his mouth.

“I really want to get that piercing.” You murmur, meeting his eyes.

You sound slightly breathless, slightly needy and frustrated. This pulls Jooyeon closer - he leans towards you, so close, the minty scent of his breath reaches you.

“Then we should do something about it,” he says almost in a whisper. His lips twitch as he tries his best not to show how much he enjoys this. “It’s not gonna go away if we just sit and wait, you know?”

a.note ! i’m sososo obsessed with this au 😭 why is it so fun to write? i got my ears pierced as a child and that’s it lmao

[jandrichov]

Part II

Part I is here

"There is something, Hal."

Henry sat up, his eyes seeking Hans’s as the young nobleman propped himself up on his elbows. "What is it?" Henry asked gently, his gaze steady and kind. Hans’s own eyes, as if drawn by some invisible force, drifted down to Henry’s lap, where his manhood lay lazily, still somewhat swollen. "Henry," Hans said, "you’ll have to put on your trousers, or I’ll never be able to concentrate."

Henry let out a small, surprised laugh and reached for his breeches. Hans, meanwhile, pulled on his linen undergarments.

"Better?" Henry asked with a grin. Hans nodded, but his thoughts were already turning back to the matter that weighed upon him.

"You know, we’ve never really spoken about it since… since Suchdol," Hans said slowly. "About… my marriage." He searched Henry’s face for some hint of how to go on. Henry watched him silently, though Hans thought he caught a brief tightening in his boyfriend's features.

"I mean… what we’ll do when it happens," Hans managed at last.

"Well," Henry grunted, scratching his chin, "Hanush hasn't even sent word about any negotiations yet, and last I heard, he’d ridden off to Znojmo, so it seems he’s got plenty else on his mind for now…" he trailed off thoughtfully.

"I know," Hans interrupted, "but eventually… eventually he will send word, and then…" Hans sighed heavily. Henry reached out, his rough hand covering Hans’s and stroking it gently with his fingers.

In that moment, the memory of their late-night conversation at Suchdol came flooding back to Hans — the fragile hope and gnawing uncertainty he had felt then.

"I am a nobleman," Hans said quietly, "and I have duties."

Henry took his hand, cradling it between his palms, and lifted it to his lips for a tender kiss. "Without rightful succession, the land would fall into chaos," he said, gazing at Hans’s hand thoughtfully. "When it is clear who shall inherit a holding, order is preserved. People know whom to serve, whom to trust. It's more than the honour of a house — it’s stability for everyone: the ploughman, the craftsman, the merchant. Without it, there would be disputes, strife… and it would be the simple folk, those with the least to lose, who would suffer the most."

Hans looked at him with a mixture of wonder and surprise.

"Succession is not just the lords’ concern," Henry finished, his voice low but firm. "It’s the thread that holds all of this — our whole world — together. And sometimes," he added, his eyes darkening with solemn thought, "I wonder just how fragile it really is."

Hans already knew Henry was no fool. He had long since hated himself for that terrible moment back in Troskowitz, when in anger he had called Henry a simpleton who knew nothing of the world. How far from the truth that had been.

And these — these were not the words of a blacksmith’s son, nor even a nobleman's bastard.

"Hal," Hans said after a long pause, "I don’t think you’ll ever cease to amaze me. You speak as if you were reading from a book."

Henry smiled fondly. "Well, Hans, when I wasn’t out saving your noble arse in the night, I wasn’t exactly chasing skirts," he said, a playful glint in his eye. (Though he privately recalled a certain opening night at the bathhouse — but even there, the maids had never truly held his interest.) "I spent a lot of time reading," he added.

The mention of chasing skirts pricked at Hans’s heart. He still wasn’t entirely sure how Henry felt — or thought — about his own past affairs. But it pushed him towards something else he needed to say.

"You know, when you speak like that," Hans said, his gaze slipping away towards the distant horizon, "I think about when I marry. I can't ask you to… to just…" He faltered, searching for the right words.

He dared a glance at Henry, then quickly looked away again.

"I mean maybe there is someone — like Theresa — I know there was never anything truly between you. But if ever…" Hans’s voice dropped to a whisper. "I can't ask you to stay alone."

He couldn’t bring himself to meet Henry’s eyes — not only because Henry would see through the lie he had just spoken, but because he felt the sting of tears gathering in his own.

Henry stretched out an arm, pulling Hans against his chest, where he nestled without resistance.

"God has chosen our paths," Henry said after a moment, his voice rumbling against Hans’s hair. "He chose for you the road of a nobleman. For me… he chose mine. And in that, he gave me my purpose: you."

Hans slowly lifted his face, his eyes damp, meeting Henry’s unwavering gaze.

"I would walk into hell for you, Hans," Henry said, his voice steady — and then he kissed him, tenderly, on the lips.

"But," Hans whispered, sitting up and cupping Henry’s face between his hands, "I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to suffer because of what my duty demands."

Henry was silent for a long moment. Then he clasped Hans’s hands between his own, his touch warm and sure.

"The world needs order. It needs heirs. Without them, everything we know would crumble. And we — you and I — we will never truly fit into that order."

He smiled — that quiet, unshakeable smile that always made Hans feel as if the world itself might be moved, if Henry simply willed it.

"But it doesn't matter," Henry said. "We have already walked paths where no road existed. We have already done the impossible, again and again. And we will do it once more."

He held Hans’s hands, gently stroking them with his thumb.

"As long as I stand at your side, I will never surrender. Never."

[voxofthevoid]

For Fem GoYuu Infidelity Wednesday #7, I bring you a pair of conversations—a brief break from the avalanche of pussy, plus a peek into the relationship development that's made this fic go from a quick 'n' dirty PWP to, well, what it's become 💀

The conversations are from two different chapters. Once again, the infidelity aspect is present in these scenes, though I assume those of you who are still braving these snippets are cool with that.

“The menu’s not on my tits, you know.”

Yuuji makes a tight little noise, too throaty to convey much embarrassment. Satoru looks up from her idle perusal of the appetizers, and sure enough, Yuuji’s staring at her instead of the menu. The hunger on her face certainly suits the establishment they’re in, regardless of its actual direction.

“Careful,” Satoru murmurs, resting her chin on the back of her hand. Shockingly, that doesn’t help Yuuji tear her eyes off her tits. “If you keep looking at me like that, I might start to think I’m on the menu.”

“Yes,” Yuuji blurts out with the peculiar shamelessness of the spectacularly horny. And then her brain abandons its new lodgings in her cunt to crawl back into her skull, as evident from the bright red flush and the borderline violent way she covers her face with both hands. “Fuck. Sorry.”

“Cute,” Satoru croons, reaching over to tug at one of Yuuji’s wrists. “Don’t hide now. It’s alright, you can look all you want. I can’t scold you when you look so cute—and desperate.”

“Gojou-sensei,” Yuuji whines, despairing.

“You know,” Satoru says thoughtfully, stroking her thumb over the thick bone at Yuuji’s wrist, “you can call me Satoru when we’re like this.”

That finally gets Yuuji to drop her hands, though the one Satoru was holding somehow ends up holding her back in the process. “Really?”

“Really,” Satoru confirms. “Go on—try it out.”

“Satoru?” Yuuji tries out. “Woah, that’s weird.”

“Hmm, no, I suspect you just like calling me calling me sensei in bed. Not that it’s not sexy—”

“Sensei!” Yuuji hisses. “Satoru.”

“There we go!” Satoru leans back, letting Yuuji keep her hand. “Just remember to switch back in school.”

Yuuji nods, though Satoru wonders if she really absorbed what she heard, what with how she’s back to staring at Satoru’s tits. Satoru slots her free arm under her bust, giving it a gentle nudge upward.

Yuuji makes a needy little noise.

Satoru laughs. “You’d think you haven’t ever seen them before.”

“It’s not that,” Yuuji protests weakly. “It’s just—” She gestures at Satoru, clarifying everything and nothing. “I don’t see you like this.”

“Huh.” Satoru considers that for a moment. “Fair enough. If you like your women all dolled up, I can do this more often.”

Yuuji turns so red that Satoru half expects to see steam come out of her ears. “No, it’s—you’re perfect, you’re always perfect—ah, shit.”

“Charmer.” Satoru tugs Yuuji’s hand to her, mostly so she won’t hide her face again, and presses a kiss to those delicately trembling fingertips. “I’d enjoy it too, you know.”

“W-what?”

“Dolling up for you,” Satoru clarifies. “If you follow through on those looks of yours, it’ll be well worth it.”

Yuuji swallows thickly. “I’ll—yeah. Yeah, I’ll do that.”

“Deal,” Satoru purrs, releasing Yuuji’s hand. “Now pick some food before they kick us out.”

Yuuji stares around their private booth with a dubious expression but doesn’t contest Satoru’s claim. The doubt is warranted—it also shows that Yuuji’s quite sharp despite her evident distraction with Satoru’s assets.

Satoru’s never been to this place, but she’s booked this booth for a few hours. This is a treat, and it’s been a while since she’s had a nice, long date with a pretty girl.

Well, the truth is that Satoru started dating a specific pretty girl when she was one herself, and they grew into women together. The only real dates Satoru’s been on are with Suguru—were with Suguru. Those have always been fun, but the last one was a good year ago. Even when Suguru’s around, she’s not always in the mood to go out, and half the time, Satoru isn’t either. It’s not bad. They don’t need productions like date nights to enjoy each other’s company.

Yet, here she is, on a date with a girl who’s not her wife.

What, Yuuji asked, will you do when your wife comes home?

What indeed.

“You’re the one staring now, Satoru,” Yuuji points out, looking at Satoru from under her lashes, and Satoru is hotly reminded of that night at the bar—Yuuji calling out her straying eyes, her bleeding hypocrisy.

“Your own fault,” Satoru tells her, “for giving me something so pretty to stare at.”

Yuuji’s blush comes back full force, but she doesn’t break eye contact. “I’m just me. You’re the pretty one.”

Satoru chuckles. “You’re not that modest, Yuuji-chan. We both know what you do at those bars. That’s not the actions of a woman who doesn’t know what she has to offer.”

Yuuji shrugs. “That’s different. I just do what works.”

“And it works quite well,” Satoru says softly. “I suppose it’s already worked on me. Is that why you didn’t go for your little makeup-and-muscles routine?”

“Makeup-and-muscles routine,” Yuuji mouths to herself, looking adorably confused. Then she shakes her head. “Did you…want me to do all that?”

Does she?

“No,” Satoru says decisively. “I like you like this—just you, hm? Just my Yuuji.”

-

The rest of the evening is also a quiet affair.

They eat take-out right out of the containers, and then Yuuji does her homework on the dining table while Satoru takes a shower and goes through social media, answering or deleting the occasional message. It’s mostly irrelevant things from irrelevant people. Suguru’s always favored calling over texting, though she does religiously wish Satoru a good morning and good night every day—even if their mornings and nights differ rather drastically these days.

Satoru used to text her throughout the day. Random things—selfies that ranged from ridiculous to sexy, stray cats she saw on the street, amusing anecdotes about her day. She always found it charming the way Suguru would reply to one or two of those along with her usual good morning and good night texts.

They petered out at some point. Satoru can’t remember when or why. She also can’t remember Suguru asking.

She knows she started the hoarding those details instead, dumping them all on Suguru in one go whenever she called. Suguru couldn’t pick or choose her live reactions, though Satoru sometimes wished she would. That makes her a hypocrite, probably.

Satoru still does that. Suguru gets most of her stories.

Except Yuuji—Satoru’s dirty little secret.

She doesn’t feel dirty or little, taking up space in Satoru’s home and making it warm. And she is a secret, but she’s the sweetest one Satoru’s ever kept.

It’s past ten by the time Yuuji takes her own shower, stripping out of her uniform and later stepping into Satoru’s oversized clothes. Satoru waits for her in bed, comfortably naked. Yuuji’s eyes are sleepy as they rove over Satoru’s bare shoulders and clavicles, and when Satoru lifts the cover in silent invitation, Yuuji slides right in, tucking herself against Satoru with a tired but happy noise.

Satoru holds her close and turns off the bedside lamp.

Yuuji burrows deeper under the covers, pressing her face into Satoru’s tits. Satoru lets out an amused huff and pats her hair over the sheet, folding her other arm under her own head and closing her eyes.

Sleep laps at her eyes and her bones, not quite there yet but creeping gently closer.

Yuuji jolts against her, practically tearing free of the covers—and damn near slamming their faces together.

“Easy, tiger,” Satoru mutters thickly, leaning back a little. “What’s the matter?”

“Uh—” It’s too dark to make Yuuji’s features out clearly, but that tone is enough for Satoru to picture indecision seeping into Yuuji’s sure, strong features, leading to the kind of restless awkwardness that’s cute enough to bite. “Don’t you…want to have sex?”

Satoru blinks very slowly, wide awake all of a sudden. She didn’t see that coming.

“Do you?” she asks.

Yuuji shifts against her. Satoru’s eyes have adjusted enough to the darkness that she sees Yuuji gnaw on her bottom lip.

“I could take care of you,” Yuuji offers.

“Be still my beating heart,” Satoru says drily.

“No, sensei, I really—”

“I’m sure you can make me come even in your sleep, Yuuji,” Satoru cuts in, not unkindly. “Or mine, for that matter. But why don’t you get some rest for now?”

Yuuji’s quiet for a moment. “Are you sure? I could—”

Satoru shoves her back into her tits, which effectively smother Yuuji’s startled yelp. But when Satoru eases her grip, she stays there readily enough.

“There we go,” Satoru murmurs, carding her fingers through Yuuji’s hair. “Just sleep, sweetheart.”

The endearment slips out of her as easy as breathing, but afterward, she burns from lips to lungs.

Yuuji melts into that crossed line, buying herself in Satoru’s warmth.

Satoru can only curl around her, all of her senses narrowing to this young, hurting thing in her arms.

The gentle heat of her skin. The supple strength of her limbs. The warm breath breaking open softly against Satoru’s chest, and the powerful heart beating so close to her own. All this life, all this youth.

She wants to protect it; she wants to swallow it.

Is this how mothers feel?

This soft, covetous hunger—is this what drives those women?

No. Probably not.

This is worse.

It’s also best forgotten.

Satoru closes her eyes and sleeps.

[zablife]

Harry Da Souza x OC Zara Harrigan

Harry and the Brat Masterlist

A/N: I decided to use this GIF to explore Harry x Zara's early days!

"In here," Harry motioned, leading Zara into Conrad's study. "Your grandfather will be here soon to speak with you."

"Why can't you just fuck off?" Zara shouted, pacing in front of the open window liked a caged animal eager for escape. She'd been living with the Harrigans less than a month and had yet to understand why the hulking man before her was constantly meddling in her personal affairs.

"I'm capable of taking care of myself, you know," she insisted, fixing him with a harsh stare as she tried to work it all out in her mind. He wasn't like the bodyguards her mother employed, an air of secrecy and quiet importance about him she couldn't quite place. What exactly did he do, working for her grandfather in the shadows? If he was meant to intimidate her, she was determined not to show it.

Harry took a seat in the deep leather chair, nodding politely as she spoke. He understood her need for privacy, but had to balance that with Conrad's desire to keep his granddaughter safe. It was already proving a tiresome task as she seemed to invite trouble wherever she went.

"Your grandfather pays me to keep you safe so I listen to his instruction not yours," Harry explained in a manner so nonchalant, Zara thought of throwing a paperweight at his head.

"Does he pay you enough to die for me?" she asked spitefully, hoping to shake the calm, collected demeanor she was coming to detest.

Harry stroked his chin thoughtfully before countering, "Why do I get the feeling you enjoy getting yourself into danger, Zara?" Leaning forward in his chair he studied the troubled girl before him, eyes softening as he promised, "If that means saving you from yourself, I will."

His unexpected answer gave Zara pause and Harry took her silence as compliance. He stood to leave as he heard Conrad's approaching footsteps, giving one final edict “In order to keep you safe, you need to follow my orders from now on.”

To his great surprise, she didn't protest. However, he missed the sly smile that graced her lips the moment his back was turned. If he'd seen it perhaps he would have known she didn't take his words as a warning, but a challenge.

[linkemon]

Spring rolls (Senshi x Reader)

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ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ ʀᴇᴄɪᴘᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴘʀɪɴɢ ʀᴏʟʟꜱ, ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜱᴇɴꜱʜɪ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ. ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴏꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ…

Senshi stroked his chin thoughtfully. He was separated from the team some time ago. He was so eager to pick the wild cucumbers crawling on the ground that he fell into a dark tunnel and slid down in the darkness. He landed near some unknown lake. Luckily it didn't seem too big. Senshi tried to keep his cool. He had spent a lot of time underground alone during his life but now he was filled with anxiety. He had gotten used to the company. Unfortunately, the mysterious hatch closed right behind him, so he had to find a new way back to his friends. He consoled himself that at least he had a supply of cucumbers.  

He crossed the marshy terrain, treading on a relatively dry path. Various branches floated on the surface of the water. Blue and dark green melted into the dirty brown scenery. The strange, twisted trees looked like hands, ready to pull him into deeper waters at any moment. However, he looked at their bark with satisfaction. A few swipes of the handy knife later, he managed to collect a large supply. He figured that since he was here, he could take advantage of the opportunity. Chewing slowly on the soft wood, he took one step at a time.  

In the silence broken only by the buzzing of insects and the splashing of water, a familiar melody reached his ears. The surface of the water carried the gentle sounds of a mandoline. The dwarf stopped for a moment. The water was too shallow for the pernicious mermaids to inhabit. So he was lucky. He followed the sound of the strings. A familiar bard appeared before his eyes. [Reader] looked like she wanted to rub her eyes in disbelief. But instead, she played a cheerful chord as she rose from the rotten tree trunk she was sitting on. Dressed as always in an avant-garde, colourful, velvet outfit.  

— The last person I expected to see here today! The most pleasant of surprises. What brings you here?  

Senshi raised the corners of his mouth. He hadn't seen the woman since he joined Laios and his group. They knew each other from the area around the cemetery, where trade flourished. For him it was quite close to the surface, so he preferred to avoid this place but certain products could not be found underground. Ever since something close to a tavern was built there, bards have been killing themselves to perform there. [Reader] used to sing not only there but also nearby. She rarely went down to the lower floors.  

He had already forgotten how flowery and effusive she was. He couldn't imagine her in any other profession. It fit her perfectly.  

— I lost the friends I'm traveling with — he explained laconically.  

— I'm so glad to see you! — Bard put her arm around the dwarf. — We have company at twelve — she added extremely quietly into his ear.  

Senshi's first instinct was to get flustered, surprised by the sudden closeness. But all that passed when he turned around as gently as he could. Water flowed into the lake directly from a tiny river. They actually had company. What he thought was just a branch turned out to be a turtle shell. Every few moments a piece of wrinkled monkey skin stuck out from under it. There was a kappa living in the water. It swam towards them extremely slowly. From time to time, a flat bowl adorning its head emerged from the surface. The dwarf didn't need Laios to determine what exactly threatened them. In the worst case scenario, they could be disembowelled and have all their organs removed.  

He gave the woman a knowing look. She just nodded slightly.  

Kappa swam to the shore. It tilted its head and blinked its watery eyes. Then it put her teeth into a ghastly smile. White sprouts flashed in the red mouth. Senshi silently hoped that they wouldn't soon become her meal. Especially considering where in the human body such monsters reached first...  

— We welcome you, o mighty kappa! — [Reader] nervously strummed her mandoline.  

— Ahem... yes, welcome! — Senshi joined in, a little less confident.  

— Arghulghul! — replied the creature.  

The dwarf didn't know if it was an invitation to talk but he decided there was no better option. They had little chance against the kappa.  

— We have heard of your well-known virtue and that you host a fest! And also about how wonderfully you welcome... guests! — concluded the woman uncertainly.  

Senshi had no doubt that the hybrid would have a great fest. But he suspected he wouldn't like the main meal at all.  

— Your are immensely swift…— the bard began.  

— As such we brought you a gift! — Senshi reached behind him.  

Kappa turned its head to the other side. Its eyes widened and it pulled out what could only be a flat nose from a distance. The powerful whistling inhalation was probably intended to check what the dwarf was holding in his hands. When kappa realized they were cucumbers, her mouth formed a voracious duck lip. Up until now, it had been walking at a snail's pace and now it accelerated significantly. The water splashed as it swept the water on the shore with its tail.  

— Doesn't have manners now, anyone who doesn't bow! — [Reader] struck the strings once again.  

Senshi obediently bent in half, as did his companion. This required unwavering faith in the plan. However, he knew that this was the kappa's only weakness, next to cucumbers. Only politeness could kill this monster. When he looked up, he saw the turtle-like creature just finishing its bow, emptying the contents of the bowl on its head. Water flowed down the monkey's skin. The monster gurgled angrily and fell dead in the river with a loud splash.  

— I guess that's the end of these rhymes for today, my dear — [Reader] breathed a sigh of relief.  

— Hmm...  

— You want to eat it, right? — She looked resignedly towards the river.  

— I ate kappa once. It has wonderful and tender meat rich in nutrients. It would be a shame to waste it — Senshi replied.  

Bard helped him pull the body out of the water. Immediately afterwards, he told her to start cutting cucumbers and dividing the bark. In the meantime, he skinned the monster. Then he took out his trusty pot and lit a fire. He had a hard time doing it because the wood around him was unbearably wet. Eventually, however, he managed to cook pieces of kappa.  

[Reader] played the mandoline, claiming that her role in cooking ended here. Somehow, her repertoire included songs about chefs.  

Senshi placed slice-thin pieces of soft bark and on them meat and cucumber slices. He rolled everything up carefully. Proud of himself, he decorated the work with grasses growing near the river. He placed rolls on large burdock leaves. The first and only one of its kind: Kappa Spring Rolls.  

— Dinner is served! — he announced eagerly, whittling makeshift chopsticks from pieces of wood.  

— I don't think I'll ever taste it — [Reader] said, eyeing the kappa dish with suspicion.  

This wasn't the first time she had seen Senshi cooking a monster dish. However, she usually refused to taste it, preferring something else. Moreover, they saw each other more often near the tavern in the former cemetery. There she was always able to buy something normal.  

— You'll be hungry. Regular meals are very important — he said, catching a roll between his chopsticks. — One, two, three. Open wide, there's a fairy coming — he announced, stuffing the roll into her mouth.  

— I'm not a child — the woman said, grimacing like a child but she chewed obediently.  

After a short while, she hesitantly reached for another portion. The tender meat melted in your mouth and the bitterness of the soft wood brought out the taste of cucumbers. Everything created harmony. It was as if the swamps around them had turned into a charming spring meadow full of fresh scents and new sensations.  

— You really are a fantastic cook — [Reader] said.  

— It's nothing. — Senshi stroked his beard and looked away.  

She could have sworn she saw him blush slightly but it was hard to see anything under the armor. He was always a modest person.  

— You have a crumb right here. — She looked at him critically. — I'll take it off — she added.  

She moved her hand towards his chin. Dark eyes stared at her expectantly. However, before she could do anything, an explosion occurred. Dirty clods of mud flew around the two of them. In a few seconds, everything around was covered with in them. The landscape was now a brownish-gray mess. The sound of the explosion was pierced by a loud, collective cry:  

— Senshi!  

Four dark, dirty and, judging by their voices, very happy figures were running towards them.  

— These are my friends — he told his mud-covered companion with a smile.  

[beautification-tales]

The Confession

A Corruption Tale

Debra entered the confessional booth. She bit her nail nervously waiting for the priest to open his window. She was used to the routine of confessing her sins but this time it was different. She heard the father slide open the cover. The wooden designs still remained allowing for her to be somewhat hidden from being seen, yet the darkness beyond was suffocating.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been two weeks since my last confession.” Debra's voice trembled, echoing slightly in the enclosed space. She paused, gathering her thoughts. She swallowed and took a deep breath.

“What troubles you, my child?” The priest's voice was warm, a gentle coaxing that usually brought her comfort. But today, it did little to ease the tightness in her chest. She clasped her hands together as she trembled slightly before finally speaking. “I have a classmate that I… have had sinful thoughts of.”

Her eyes remained fixed on the floor, unable to meet the unseen priest's gaze. The words felt like molten lead as they spilled from her lips. “The thoughts have been extremely explicit and uhh erotic in nature.” She paused, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Father Thomas leaned slightly forward, his brow furrowed with concern. “Tell me more, Debra. What is it about this classmate that tempts you so?” His voice remained calm, a beacon of understanding in the shadowed booth. Debra felt her body become warm as she thought about the man once again. “Father, I am so ashamed but it’s his body. I lust after him.” She took another deep breath. “I imagine us together in ways that are not holy. I’ve seen him at the gym, his muscles flexing, sweat glistening on his skin, and I can’t help but wonder how it would feel to touch him, to kiss him.”

The priest’s silence was palpable. Debra felt her heart hammering in her chest, the echoes resonating through the small space. She waited for his judgment, her mind racing with fear and desire. “Continue, my child,” he finally said, his voice a whisper of calm in the sea of her anxiety.

“One night in my bed I thought about him. I imagined kissing him and him touching me.” Debra’s voice grew softer, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. She could feel the heat radiating from her body, and she was sure the priest could hear her racing heart. She took a moment to gather her thoughts, trying to put into words the tumultuous storm of desire that raged within her. “I dreamt of his hands sliding under my clothes, of his mouth on my neck, and... and...” she trailed off, unable to go further.

Father Thomas leaned back in his chair, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “It’s natural to have these thoughts, Debra, the trouble is fighting the urge to act on them.” He paused, allowing his words to sink in. “But father… I did act on them.” Debra’s voice was barely a whisper now, and she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach.

“The dream was so… vivid and my body felt like it was on fire. As the fantasy continued… I realized that I was touching myself.” Debra’s voice was barely a murmur, the words escaping through clenched teeth as if they were physically painful to speak. She could feel the priest’s gaze on her, even though she couldn’t see his face through the screen.

Father Thomas’s expression remained unchanged, his voice a calm and steady presence in the darkness. “Do you truly feel guilt for doing such a thing?” He leaned in slightly, his voice a whisper that seemed to wrap around her confession like a warm embrace. She could hear him inhale deeply as if a new aroma had filled the booth.

Debra nodded, her eyes filling with tears. "Yes, Father. I feel...dirty." The confession was like a weight lifted from her shoulders, but the fear of divine retribution remained, a leaden presence in her gut. She waited for his condemnation, the fire and brimstone that she knew she deserved.

“How did it feel during? Did you enjoy it?” Father Thomas’s question was unexpected, but it hung in the air, demanding an answer. Debra felt a flicker of confusion. Was he supposed to ask that? But she was too far gone to hold back now.

“Yes Father, I enjoyed it,” Debra admitted, her voice trembling. The admission was like a dam breaking, releasing a flood of emotions she had been trying to suppress. She felt a mix of relief and terror, the dichotomy of confession. The tingle she had felt that night had returned as she bit her lip.

“Did you orgasm?” Father Thomas’s voice was firm but not judgmental. His question was matter-of-fact, a clinical inquiry into the depth of her transgression. “I… I don’t know… I think I did. Father, why does that matter?” Debra’s voice was shaky, her eyes pleading through the darkened screen for some kind of reprieve.

“Because every orgasm will make you more addicted to the feeling. Do you feel it now? The tingling in your pussy?” Father Thomas’s voice grew deeper, more intense. Debra felt a warm flush spread through her body, her heart racing as she nodded. “Yes, Father… What’s wrong with me?”

“You are a slut my child. You need to be taught the error of your ways before you go down the path of sin and temptation further,” Father Thomas’s voice grew darker, his tone harsher. Debra’s eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps as she felt a sudden jolt of fear mingled with a strange excitement. The priest’s unexpected words were like a forbidden fruit, tempting and terrifying all at once.

“Touch yourself and let me watch. Show me how you indulged in your sinful desires that night,” Father Thomas instructed, his voice a command that Debra found impossible to resist. Her trembling hands slowly slid down her stomach, under her skirt, and found the damp fabric of her panties. The coolness of the confessional booth contrasted with the heat that was building within her.

Her fingers hovered for a moment, the fabric feeling foreign against her sensitive skin. She glanced at the screen, the priest’s eyes seemingly boring into her soul through the darkness. She bit her lip and obeyed, sliding her panties aside. The sudden exposure sent a shiver down her spine. The confessional was a sanctified space, and here she was, committing a sin that was more intimate than any she had ever confessed.

“How does it feel?” Father Thomas’s question was laced with a hint of curiosity, his voice low and gruff. Debra’s hand trembled as she touched herself, her fingertips grazing the soft folds of her sex. She felt a wave of wetness, and her body responded to her own touch, betraying her own moral convictions.

“It feels so good! How can it feel so good?” Debra’s voice was filled with a mix of anguish and arousal. Her hand grew bolder, her fingers dipping into her wetness and exploring the sensitive landscape of her own desire. The priest’s words seemed to hang in the air, a seductive incantation that she couldn’t resist.

“Yes Ungh be a bad girl for me!” Father Thomas’s words grew harsher, his breathing labored as he listened to Debra whimpering. She couldn’t hold it back as she let a moan escape her lips. She heard a slapping noise and groan coming from the other side of the confessional booth.

Debra moaned louder as she realized that Father Thomas was pleasuring himself. The sound of his hand moving rapidly against his erection was unmistakable, and the thought of the holy man indulging in his own desires because of her was intoxicating. She felt a thrill of power, her own hand moving faster as she listened to his heavy breathing. The wood of the confessional booth creaked as she shifted in her seat, the sound mingling with the wetness of her own touch.

“Father! I want your cum! Cum for me!” The words slipped from Debra’s mouth, a seductive invocation that seemed to fill the confessional with an almost tangible heat. She didn’t know where this wantonness was coming from, but it felt so liberating, so wrong in all the right ways. Her fingers danced over her clit, the pleasure building like a crescendo.

She heard him roar as his hand stilled, the sound of his release muffled by the barrier between them. Her own climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, the sensation ripping through her body as she bucked against her hand. She panted, the aftershocks of pleasure washing over her like a wave.

The aroma of her fluids and his seed filled her nostrils. Debra felt energized and powerful. Her body still trembled with the aftermath of her orgasm. She didn’t know what to expect next. Would Father Thomas reprimand her? Or would he continue to indulge her? The silence was deafening.

“Unh… what did you do to me?” Father Thomas’s voice was shaky, his breathing heavy. Debra felt a thrill of power, her hand still resting on her wetness. “You controlled me like some witch! Your sinfulness has corrupted even a man of God!” He slammed his fist on the wooden barrier between them, making Debra jump.

Debra ran out of the confessional, her heart racing and her cheeks burning with a mix of guilt and arousal. She didn’t look back as she rushed through the quiet church, the echoes of her footsteps and the priest’s gasps of pleasure still ringing in her ears. The cool evening air hit her like a slap in the face as she burst through the doors, gasping for breath.

“What have I done?” Debra asked herself.

Back inside the church Father Thomas was still talking to the other side of the booth. His attention was so focused on the voice that was commanding him during the session with Debra. “Answer me! What are you?” He commanded.

The mysterious woman laughed from behind the wood lattice of her booth. “Oh Thomas, you should be thanking me. All of that pent up desire within you hmmm it was delicious. But don’t worry you’re not my target.”

[carnal-lnstinct]

☆☆ Pairing: Toji x Reader ☆☆ Content: ( fluff, comfort fic, established relationship, reader is Megumi's mother, 4-year-old Megumi, bedtime story ) ☆☆ A/N: I always thought my first Toji fic was going to be nasty af but now I just want him to have his family with all the softness they deserve ♥.

Megumi peeked through the crack of the door into his parent’s room, his small silhouette obscuring some of the light from the hallway. He brightened the room further upon slipping through the door and then closing it partially behind him, wandering over to the bed. He approached the smaller blanketed lumps and stood there for a moment as he contemplated the best way to wake up his mother. As he reached up with both hands to give her a nudge, he hesitated to make contact when a deep sound suddenly resonated in the imperfect darkness.

“What is it?” Toji's voice addresses him without so much as turning over, giving no indications that he was awake. Megumi didn't know if his entering disturbed him, but he clutched back his hands when his voice surprised him. “Why're you out of bed?”

Megumi was sure he was braver than he felt, until he felt alone with his father. "S-sorry..." When trying to speak up, he is only able to stammer across his words.  Able to get across “monster”, he eventually headed over to his father's side of the bed where his voice just became quieter. Almost embarrassed that he suddenly couldn't speak as well as he did, far beyond his years. His soft sounds did reach his mother's ears and naturally, her instincts woke her. She turns over, facing Toji's back and seeing the wild hair of their son shift just over his figure. 

“Megumi? Wha’s’matter?” Her voice croaks fresh from a heavy sleep, lifting her head to get a better look at him on the darker side of the room. Megumi's confidence returned now that he heard her awake and he looked to her, speaking more clearly.

“Dad’s worm ate the monster.” 

Toji who didn't bother to even open his eyes after Megumi entered the room, arches a thin brow at his son's response.

“...Oh.” His mother answers, surprised but skeptical of what a child’s imagination could conjure in the middle of the night. She played along however, hopeful talking it out if he was scared about a bad dream would make him feel better. Nothing's ever made him come into their room like this before. “Daddy has a monster-eating worm. That's handy. Ya saw this in your dreams?”

“No. Outside my window.” Megumi quickly clarified. He doesn't realize he's nervously twiddling his fingers together now.

Toji opens his eyes now, tilting his head and looking in Megumi's direction.

“Oh…Okay.” She nodded gently, holding her reservations over the matter in her tired state. “Come. Come on.” She gestured a hand for the little one to climb up and join them, lying back down herself.

 As Megumi drew closer, Toji's larger hand gently gripped him under his arm and easily hoisted him up and over, sitting him between them, then returned to his own silent resting position with his back to them both. Megumi crawls up where his mother’s hand patted the small space made for him, wasting no time in getting under the blanket and curling up closer to her. Although he's not sure he can actually sleep after what he saw or if he wants to with that. It gave him such a bad feeling. But he did know he wanted to be here with them, away from the “monsters”. A gentle hand strokes his hair back before his mother's arm tucks around him to hold him close, reminiscent of how she used to hold him when he was much smaller. The unnerving feelings inside his little body faltered with that, just as quickly as they shook his sleep away. Yet he was still wide awake now and the sight still played in his mind.

“Can I…have a story?” He gently asked, shifting his head under his mother's chin.

She hums through her sleepy tone thoughtfully, then affirmatively. She yawned, “Yeah. Let’s see...How about a story with…” Pausing, she searched her own mind for whatever creative juices were available in the middle of the night. Searching for a story with something revered, fearless, and inspiring… “...A dragon.”

Looking with interested wide eyes, Megumi nods and gets more comfy in her warm space, making her smile. She closed her eyes and spun her tale.

“Okay. So…once upon a time, there was a dragon as big and powerful as any other in the world, and looked just as mean as the next… But unlike the other dragons around him... he couldn't breathe fire. The others all thought he wasn't as powerful as he seemed because of that and weren’t very nice to him. It wasn’t fair to the dragon and he didn’t like that one bit, giving him a bad temper. Once he had enough of it, he left his home on Dragon Island to make a name for himself. But he didn't realize leaving his family made him lonely.”

“I don’t get it,” Megumi interrupted. “If he’s big and strong anyways, why don’t he just stay and prove it to the other dragons?”

She opened her eyes, looking forward as she held Megumi a little closer. “I think because… Dragon Island and all the other dragons that looked down on him were all he knew in the world. A young dragon might have ended up lonely all the same if he just defeated them all. It wouldn't change how they made him feel.” 

“It wouldn't?” Megumi asks, invested in this lonely dragon. 

Toji’s head shifts against his pillow, ear turned toward his wife and child.

She shook her head at Megumi. “Despite what he could do, if he couldn’t breathe fire like them then what he could accomplish wasn’t deemed valuable. Uh...“Dragon-y”, ya know? He'd just be... a monster.”

“Oh...” The little one answered.

“So when he grew up and left home, he developed a reputation for being such a mean and surly dragon that terrified everyone in his path. The dragon enjoyed being that way for a long time too, since it made him feel as powerful as ever and forget how lonely he was on his own.”

Megumi sits up slightly looking at his mother. “-That's good then. Everyone knows he's strong and brave now, so he can go home.”

She smiled, impressed by his observation of the fairy tale but shook her head again indicating otherwise to his words. “He didn't want to go back anymore.”  Megumi settles back down and puts his head on the pillow so he can watch her as she continues. “The dragon decided he would rather be free with his anger and his power, feared by all, and that was all that mattered to him. Until one day he met another dragon... who also couldn't breathe fire.”

“Did the other dragon make him not angry anymore?” The little one inquired further on the story. This time, Toji turns on his back with his head turned to face both of them.

His mother smiles at his keen guess, eyes meeting Toji’s in the dark room. “Yeah.”

Looking back to Megumi, she pulled him back into her cuddle and gently patted his back. “The other dragon didn’t live among her kind either so she was alone too. Not because she couldn’t breathe fire, but because she wanted to find a new home with…no idea what to look for...just stories of what it should be like.” She hears Megumi’s deep yawn and feels his weight shift and settle again. “The mean dragon started to see how beautiful this other dragon was for living with an inability to breathe fire, not like any other dragon he's seen before. In no time, he started to change and because he enjoyed the happiness given to him, they fell in love. They got married and shared their first kiss, and when that happened the two dragons turned into a prince and a princess.”

Megumi’s eyes were drifting until the last sentence caught him off guard, eyes widen again looking up at his smiling mother now watching his father.

“...It turns out that the dragon wasn't a dragon to begin with, but a prince who was cursed by an old wizard. A true love’s kiss freed him from his dragon curse and that magic also granted her wish to never be alone again, turning the beautiful dragon into a beautiful princess for him. So they could be together. Soon they had a child and were surprised to learn their little prince could breathe fire. In the end, they lived happily ever after.”

While too tired to do more than lift his head, Megumi continued to express his thoughts on the story, earning his mother’s eyes again. “Wait, they couldn’t breathe fire as dragons but their baby could?”

She nods. “Yep. They were blessed with a powerful and beautiful baby prince who could breathe fire!”

As bright as ever for his age, the young boy asks, “Was this story about me all along?” His mother’s eyes playfully rolled, her hold on him loosening.

“I dunno, can you breathe fire? Think I would have caught that. Lemme see.” She teased as she tilted his head back and gently pried his smiling mouth open. Her nose then turns up as she lets out a laugh fanning the air from her nostrils. “Oof! Maybe you can!”

“No I can't!” Megumi’s giggle fills the room before he yawns again and rubs his eyes. He looks over toward his father and finds Toji watching them both with a content smile. A larger hand now brushes down Megumi’s wild hair, then tousling it about in a playful manner.

“You got your story, time to go back to sleep alright?” Toji instructs in a lower, calming tone. Megumi nods, turning to lie facing his father and closing his eyes. Toji's hand was still on his head gently rocking side to side and his mother's hand patting his back helped him stop fighting his sleep, succumbing all at once after a few minutes of silence. 

“Didn’t think he would be capable of perceiving ‘em this soon..” Toji muttered to himself when he pulled back his hand, followed by a large yawn of his own. The soft cadence of his words catches his wife's attention who was on the cusp of falling to sleep herself, heavy eyes partly reopened as she tilts her head up toward him.

“Hm? Who?”

“It doesn’t matter right now.” Toji dismissed it, smirking to himself. There was no denying how interesting it was going to become with Megumi’s abilities starting to manifest. The “monster” no doubt was a cursed spirit if he saw his trained curse devour it. Toji briefly remembered something from when Megumi was born, an internal twinge he masked with analytical thoughts. If there was a chance that his child would be like him or them, what steps should he take for his benefit–when a baby was just a baby– before he realized the green eyes, dark hair, nose, and a promising intuition like his, all highlighted by features from his beloved making his blessing perfect. So of course, his blessing would be everything he isn't, and he had to wonder if he truly cared if they knew from himself or coincidence.

Tonight answered that, and for a while longer they can continue to be invisible to the Zenin clan until Megumi comes into his cursed technique. Toji grins to himself and finds the irony in having something they would want to better their lineage when it comes from outcasts like him.

A shame for the Zenin. His blessing was cursed to be like them, yet he's not theirs to take. They're not without reason to try when Megumi’s technique comes to light and gets their attention, but they're not stupid enough to take that chance. For now, The Black Spot of the Zenin Clan would simply wait and see.

“–‘Surly’, by the way? Really? Why does that sound like you’re referring to me as some old man?” Toji spoke up, pointing out his wife's fairy tale. 

A humored smile grows in her restful face and she breathes a gentle laugh. Another moment passed in silence. “But …she was beautiful? His lost princess?”

“Whatever she is, he didn’t wait for their wedding to kiss her.” He remarked, a witty and teasing smirking in his features.

“Hey now...Nice dragons don't kiss and tell.”

Toji hears the dozy tone as she is barely hanging on to her consciousness now. “She’s worth the fuss.” He voiced tenderly, letting his own eyes drift closed after tucking the blankets over her and Megumi between them. “They…belong with each other.”

“...I love you too.” 

Her runaway dragon prince.