#oh and like our walls are not soundproof so i can still hear it from very far

[duoduotian]

it's so frustrating living with misophonia especially when the person that is causing the sound you hate, is aware you don't like hearing it and still do it. :) for me, i immensely dislike tv volume higher than usual range when no one is watching the tv. just turn it off it's not that hard lmaooo

[deathbysnakes]

Scaramouche turns into Scarameow (Fatui Scaramouche)

Scaramouche x Reader (Romantic? Okay Scaramouche turns into a cat so there's not much romance)

Warnings:Dottore's clones😨/Ooc (all posts are ooc)/Dottore and his clones experimenting on people

Pronouns:He/Him (Scaramouche and Dottore's clone) You/Your (Reader)

Fluff/Crack/Little bit of horror

Explanation:Dottore accidentally turns Scaramouche into a cat.

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You're sitting in the living room on the couch doing what ever keeps you entertained while you wait for your boyfriend, Scaramouche, to come home, suddenly you hear a knock on the door. You got up from the couch and walked over to the door, thinking it's probably Scaramouche, you hear another knock, and another, and another, and- "I'm coming!" You shout. You open the door angerly, your anger turns into surprise when you see who's standing at the door, it was one of Dottore's clones, you noticed that he had scratch marks on his shirt and arms, then you hear a hiss, before you can look down to see what it was the clone shoves the unknown creature into your arms and walks of angry, kicking snow out of his way, and tripping, then getting up and walking away again.

You look down at what the clone shoved in your hands and you see a cat, but... The cat is... Purple....? It wasn't hissing at you like it did with the clone, it seemed more comfortable in your arms, but it had a angry look on its face like it was trying to act mad or something, but you could hear some soft purring coming from the cat. You walked inside and closed the door behind you, some snow has already gotten into your house because of how long you were standing there with the door open. The cat started to wriggle and trying to get out of your grasp, you were forced to let go of the cat and luckily it landed on all fours. It started to walk towards your room while meowing, you followed the cat to your room.

The cat jumped onto your desk and dragged out your notebook with it's mouth. You tried to take the notebook from the cat, thinking it was about to chew on your notebook but it hissed at you, so you decided to back off. The cat opened your notebook and then grabbed a pencil with it's mouth, obviously, you were very confused, but you decided to let the cat be. The cat wrote out the word:'ScaRamOycnE' was... It trying to write Scaramouche...? The cat drew a arrow pointed at themself, is this cat saying it's... Your lover, Scaramouche...? It would make sense, your boyfriend still hasn't arrived home, well... Kinda... Scaramouche was supposed to be with Dottore today, the cat seemed to hate the segment that brought him to you, the cat seemed to like you, but was still a bit feisty, and that cat did look like your lover... You had to ask Dottore or one of his clones, you started to walk away and the cat, sorry I mean Scarameow followed after you meowing, you guessed he was trying to ask you where you were going. "I'm going to see Dottore, or one of his clones." Scarameow hissed and got infront of you, trying to block you from going. "I'll take you with me." You picked up Scarameow and he didn't resist, he still looked angry though.

You arrived at Dottore's lab, you felt a sudden... Coldness wash over you, yes it was cold in here, but Snezhnayas coldess was worse, no it wasn't temperature cold... It was something else... As soon as you stepped foot into the lab you heard a terrifying scream that made you tense up. "NO, NO, PLEASE!" Those are the words you heard before another terrifying scream cut through the lab, why can't they have soundproof walls? A meow snapped you our of your fearful state, you looked down and saw Scarameow staring up at you, he didn't look angry anymore, he looked worried, but that sudden pace was cut short. "May I help you?" You looked up and saw one of Dottore's clones standing right infront of you, when did he get here? You heard hissing coming from Scarameow but the clone didn't seem to care. "Oh! Um... Well, you see it seems as though Scaramouche has turned into a cat and I wanted to know if he's stuck like this forever...?" While you thought Scaramouche's cat form was adorable, you preferred his original puppet form. "He'll turn back overnight, was that all you needed?" This Dottore clone had his hair tied up into a bun and his eyes were a dark red, he looked a bit old but he didn't have any grey in his hair, he just looked tired. "Um, yes! I'll be going now!" You dashed out of the lab, the cold breeze of Snezhnayas wind hot your face, and you were relieved to feel it again, the cold breeze soothed your fear and you started to walk back home, Scarameow still in your arms.

You flopped onto your bed and you heard and felt Scarameow jump onto your bed next to you, you stayed in this position for a while before taking your shoes and socks off and laying in bed, Scarameow laid next to you and started making biscuits with the covers of the bed, you thought I was adorable but you didn't tease him about it, right now at least, you were to tired, you closed your eyes and started to drift off to sleep to the sound of Scarameow purring, you felt something furry snuggle up to your arm but you were too tired to open your eyes.

[tobiasdrake]

To the Sacrosanct Spires now. We have our "key", so to speak.

Pareidolia is the phenomenon by which people see what appears to be a meaningful shape in a meaningless or random pattern. For example, seeing a religious figure's face in a piece of bread.

With that in mind, I realize your barrier is probably not actually scowling at me. But it looks like it's scowling at me. That is hurting my feelings. I have done nothing wrong.

Please destroy it with extreme prejudice.

Eh, that's not so impressive. Zale has a hammer that can do the same thing.

Though I am now curious to know what you might be able to teach our ship's band.

I've been wondering, actually. Resh'an created the multiverse, but the multiverse was made from the fracturing of a single reality into split timelines. Resh'an was just some guy living in the one reality when his and Aephorul's fables began.

So even though they're both out there doing shit to the multiverse, it stands to reason that there is a level of shared "old" in all timelines that predates the fracturing. I've been thinking that was probably the Ovates.

I don't disagree, Serai, but I still wanted to hear him out. A bit of foreknowledge about what we need to break is always useful. But sure, I guess we can go with our favorite plan: Go in blind and wing it.

Oh cool, they're birdfolk! We have molekin back in my world. I wonder if every world in the Sea of Stars has one designated type of anthropomorphic Wildlife Person?

There goes that theory.

Alright, team. This is easy pickings. It's a bit of a hike from here to Estrid but we've been making roast chicken out of these bird sentries. Literally, in Zale's case. So I'm pretty sure there's nothing to worry about.

However, before we go any further, there is one important consideration that we need to address, and I felt it would be best to put it to a vote.

Would you think less of me if I made actual roast chicken out of the birdfolk that attack us? The wall meat and wall eggs were a pleasant surprise but they're only going to last so long, and I'm not 100% sure how we go about hunting walls for more.

You'd think it would be simple. They don't move very fast. But no.

We were just passing through. Frankly, I have an axe to grind with a lot of people but I've never seen you before in my life.

Lot of names on my hit list right now but "Triumvirate of Eminence" isn't one of them. Right now, I'm willing to chalk this up as a misunderstanding. You can still lower the barrier and walk away with your life.

This is not an invasion. If you grant us safe passage to our destination then no further--

Well. I just want it on record that I gave diplomacy a chance.

Our crew has never destabilized a sovereign regime before so, hey, this will be a learning experience!

Do we want to break it? There's two options here: Either this guy's been jailed for political reasons or because he's too fucked up for the Bird Crew.

Political prisoner it is, then. Never mind. Maybe after we assassinate the regime's leadership, we can install him on the throne or something. I'm pretty sure that's the heroic way to carry out regime change as a foreign influence, right?

There seems to be a switch on the other side of the cage, though. If we can just get to that, then maybe we can--

WELL YOU COULD HAVE WARNED US

THANKS SERAI. Now I look like an idiot in front of the bird man. How am I supposed to convince him to respect me enough to become a puppet ruler in my name now!?

Wait a second, you have portals. Why were you pretending to be trapped with us in the first cage? And why can't you just portal us out now? SERAI!? PORTAL PLZ!!!

PRESS THE BLUE ONE. THE BLUE ONE, SERAI.

Wait, these are soundproof. Dammit, she didn't hear me admonish her a moment ago.

Thank you, Serai. You are a valuable member of this team and I respect and appreciate your skills.

Even if you're stingy about letting me use your portal.

Everybody and their codes, apparently. You'd get along well with him, Resh'an.

But this conversation is going super fast. Can we slow down a moment? Do you have a name or--

Uh, bye?

Well, I guess his name is Drumsticks now. If he doesn't like it, he should have said something before zipping away like a magnificent poof. I don't make the rules.

In any case, we're out of the dungeon. I didn't want to topple a bird empire. But I suppose we're toppling a bird empire now. It's on record that I attempted diplomacy so now we're free to do whatever we want. That's how foreign policy works, I think.

[graxeprk]

PAINFUL TRUTH | BTS

Warning: 18+ MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

CHAPTER 4

"S-September 12?" I overheard someone murmur. I looked towards where I heard the voice, and it was Jin who caused me to look away when I noticed his eyes glistening while staring at me. He remembered. I gulped, attempting to settle my nerves, but it was ineffective because I kept having flashbacks to what had transpired that day.

"I love you so much, Lee Jia, and I just knew we'd be together forever; will you marry me?" he asked me on that day.

"H-how could you do this to me?" When I confessed to cheating on him, his voice trembled as he bursted into tears.

That night, I broke both of our hearts. To keep him safe from myself and awful people who would harm him only to get to me. I knew I had to lie and tell him that horrible thing because I wanted him to hate me. I'd rather have him despise me because he thinks I'm cheating on him than to knowing who I really am.

When I left him inside our apartment, I muttered, "I am so sorry, Jin." I watched from a distance how I broke him and how he was kneeling on the floor, screaming his eyes out. "I love you so much," I finally whispered, as I felt a tear escape, followed by another until I was crying. I kept my palm to my mouth to avoid making any noise that would notify him that I was still here. Watching him. I still haven't left him. And that I, too, am hurting, just like him.

I left when I couldn't handle looking at his vulnerable state while never looking back.

Just like that.

I feel dizzy thinking how I had to lie to him because I was afraid he could hurt himself if he got too close to me. I snapped out of it when I felt someone grab my hand and start dragging me away. I became aware only to discover that Jin was clutching my hand. I heard the others yell his name because they were confused and shocked by his behavior.

I panicked, unable to free myself from his firm grip on my hand, so I simply gave in. We left the meeting room, and I was taken into a secluded area where he believes we might have privacy. He was correct; this quiet area is a space where I go to escape from my thoughts. A location where I may be vulnerable without being seen. The only thing I can hear is our heavy breathing from the run he got us into.

As soon as we cooled down, realization set in. I'm in an isolated room with my ex-boyfriend, or ex-fiancé. Alone. What could happen in this room without anybody witnessing it, and no one hearing it because it is soundproof. It was only the two of us. I didn't even look at him, instead staying focused on the floor to avoid his intense focus on me. Since when did I ever lower my head to someone? Right now. Just for him. Only he can make me do things that I would never do to anyone else.

When I heard him get closer to me, I began to breathe harder, despite the fact that I was taking a step back every time he got too close. Until I could only feel the hard wall behind me, I knew he had me, and I couldn't even run away since I was distracted by our near proximity. Why does his presence remain affecting me? It's been years, but I'm still drawn to him.

"Do you remember?" He asked, his voice deeper than normal and tinged with strange emotions. I remained mute while staring at his clothed chest as I couldn't look him in the eyes.

I was terrified to see how much he despised me. He scoffed, "Oh, you remember, right? Because I could still remember how you made my heart so happy and then broke my heart at the end of that day." He spit, his voice breaking at the end. I took a long breath, trying to keep back my emotions, still hesitating to answer him because I was terrified I would break down and end up giving him the truth.

No. I can't. I can't tell him the truth.

I attempted to move, desperate to escape, but I couldn't even run away from how he was trapping me in the wall. I sighed in defeat, knowing that the only way out was to deliberately hurt him, something I couldn't do again. When I felt something wet fall on me, my heart began to beat painfully. He was crying. I made him cry again. When I heard his sniffles, I couldn't take it longer and gently looked up from his chest to look him in the eyes. And maybe see how much he dislikes me.

I freeze as I take up his wet cheeks, somewhat messy hair, and eyes that refuse to move away from mine. I cringed slightly when I finally let my eyes contact his, realizing how much he was hurting as a result of my actions. I hated myself so much for hurting him, for lying to him, when I despised being lied to. We merely stared at each other, trying to disguise our emotions but failing. I noticed a shift in the atmosphere as I realized he was leaning in. Regardless of how much I wanted to ignore it, I was also missing him. I was also hurting when he was not with me.

So I just let whatever happens, happens.

"I'm so-" I tried to apologize, even though I knew it wouldn't change anything. That my apology would not erase the memories of how I destroyed his heart that day.

However, he cut me off by pressing his lips on mine aggressively while lifting both of his hands to grip my face and leaning entirely on me as if to stop me from running away. But I did not do that. I closed my eyes and allowed my heart to do whatever it wanted. Even if it's just for now, I'll let my feelings make the decision this time.

I kissed him back with the same passion. I can feel his fury and misery through the kiss because he was trying so hard to devour me while grabbing my jaw forcefully. I gently reached up both of my hands encircling around his neck as I sensed he was going to escalate the kiss and wouldn't part up anytime soon.

I wanted this, and so did him. Soon, I felt one of his hands slip away from my jaw, but the other remained in place as he curved it around my waist, holding me tightly as if ensuring himself that I wouldn't leave him this time. All the time, he was roughly kissing me, attempting to pull our bodies closer together than they were.

I gasped slightly when I felt his hand gripping my ass cheek, and he took advantage of the opportunity to let his tongue inside of my warm mouth and connect with mine. I gasped when he began aggressively sucking my tongue, but it was giving me so much pleasure. I inhaled deeply as he slowly tasted and sucked my tongue with his own warm tongue. Soon, I felt him slow down as I patted him hard to let him know I couldn't breathe after how long we had been kissing.

We were breathing heavily with our eyes closed, yet our foreheads were still touching. It appears that he has no intention of releasing his grip on me. And perhaps he is.

I'm not sure how it happened, but we ended up kissing each other again, this time more harsh and demanding than before. Our hands around our bodies, almost frantic to feel each other after so long. I felt myself being lifted by his strong arms while being trapped to the wall as I wrapped my legs around him, allowing me to feel his rising erection. It was enticing, so I slowly moved my hips, causing him to grip my waist tightly and groan into my mouth.

He slowly started moving his hips upward to meet my moves, causing me to moan and clench into nothing from the pleasure he was giving.

When he was frustrated that he couldn't feel me the way he wanted because of the barrier that was keeping us from feeling each other, he slowly began to move backwards towards the bed he had seen previously. I clung to him as we continued to kiss each other, as if we had been looking forward to this for a long time. Perhaps we are.

I feel myself being gently thrown onto the soft mattress as he lies on top of me, keeping himself up to keep his body from crushing mine. When we felt a need for oxygen, he slowly moved away from the kiss.

I closed my eyes to focus on my breathing, but I could feel his gaze on me. I opened my eyes as I felt him gently touching my cheek. "Do you want this, baby?" He questioned in a low tone, as if to let me know that I could say no if I didn't want it. But no, I want it. I wanted to be selfish for once, and that was to want him.

But I felt worried about him; wouldn't he hurt himself more if we continued? What was this even for?

I nodded slowly, "But do you?" I asked him again, just to be sure. "Yes. I want to. I've been longing for you for years, and now that I finally have you with me, I won't let you go. It may seem wrong because you hurt me, but it doesn't matter; all I want to do right now is love you again." He sincerely said, gazing at me with half-lidded eyes filled with affection and lust.

I find myself slowly breaking down into tears because of how open he is about his emotions. And from discovering that he still loves me.

"H-how could you say that when I literally cheated on you? Why would you love someone like me?" I asked quietly, staring him in the eyes. He froze for a few seconds before softly smiling at me, a sad smile.

"Blame my heart for that. I don't know, but no matter what you did, It still beats for you. I still love you, Jia. I know that at least. I never stopped loving you." He tenderly whispered, wiping my wet cheeks and kissing my forehead. I inhaled shakily, raising one of my hands to caress his cheek, which was also soaked from his own tears.

"I never stopped loving you, Jin." That's all it takes for him to reclaim my lips, this time even more urgent. Desperate to feel and love me again. I placed my hands around his neck and kissed him back, and as I slowly wrapped my legs around his waist, I felt him slowly unbutton my polo shirt and grind his hips against my clothed entrance, causing me to whimper.

After he finished unbuttoning my shirt, I released my grip on his neck and began unbuttoning his as well. I can feel his hands roaming across my chest, causing me to unbutton his shirt quicker, eager to feel his bare body against mine again.

He drew away from the kiss and carefully sat up, removing his shirt off his body while I did the same. I carefully removed my bra while he stared with keen eyes. We just stared at each other's naked upper bodies, with his mighty figure revealing itself to me. I carefully make my approach to his sitting figure, where I sit on his lap with my hands around his neck. He placed his arms around my waist, breathing fast, his face directly in front of my exposed chest.

It seemed as if he was yearning it, as he began sucking on my nipple hungrily while his other hand moved to another untouched nipple of mine, softly caressing and pinching it, causing me to moan loudly and grab him tightly. He took his hands away from me to unbutton my jeans, but he didn't stop sucking and kissing my other nipple which were left abandoned. I tried to focus on unbuttoning his pants so I could finally feel him.

When he finished unbuttoning my jeans, I stood up and instantly removed them, but not my panty. He also removed his pants, leaving only his boxers on. He carefully turned around to rest his back on the headboard, and I allowed myself to sit again on his lap. I sat just where his hard erection was, forcing me to bite my lip to keep a moan from escaping.

His erection was pressing into my entrance, causing me to clench again, and I'm sure he could feel it because he smirked. I can feel his hungry eyes on me as he watches me slowly rub my thinly covered entrance against his erection, basically dry humping him.

When he saw I was about to come, he grabbed my waist tightly to keep me from moving, causing me to whine. He smirked and slowly lifted me to remove his boxer, as I gripped the headboard behind him, knowing that I'd finally be able to feel him again.

I gazed down at his hard and ready cock, which smacked against his stomach when he finally took off his boxer. I gasped as he set aside my panty and carefully massaged my lips, forcing me to grab onto the headboard as if my life depended on it. When he inserted a finger into my opening, I moaned softly.

I can feel my thighs shaking and I want to sink down to his length, but we knew I needed to be prepared first because he knew it had been a long time for both of us. He entered another finger while fucking me so quickly and deeply that I continued to clench and cry out his name. He kept going in and out till he finally inserted the third finger, making me gasp with pleasure. When he thought I was ready for his hard cock, he carefully removed his fingers as I groaned in the emptiness.

I can feel him slowly loosening his firm grip on my waist as he eventually releases his grip on my waist to keep me upright. He positioned his cock, which was now dripping into my warm entrance, as he forced my body to sink down to his length, causing me to grip him hard. I think I forgot he was thick and lengthy. He kissed me as I was still sliding down to muffle my groans, and when I finally had all of him in me, I drew back and breathed deeply while adjusting to his enormity. I kept tightening as he struggled to keep himself from thrusting.

I whispered to his ear, "Fuck me hard, daddy"

He groaned, flipped us around so he was on top, and began thrusting at an animalistic pace, making me shout his name and cry in pleasure. He grasped my waist hard and fucked me mercilessly, as if he was releasing all of his pent-up emotions and fury toward me. I held his back fiercely, sensing that I was getting near. I whispered, "I'm c-close," I told him, despite the fact that he already knew because of how tightly I clenched around him, causing him to groan.

"Come, baby." He allowed me, and that was all it took for me to feel me cumming around him, mumbling his name repeatedly. He gradually stopped thrusting as I came in, and he turned us around as I was now on top.

"Make daddy cum, sweetheart." He muttered to my ear, causing me to bite my lip and clench around him again. I obeyed and started moving my hips while he observed me with half-closed eyes. I gently sat up and sank in again, causing me to whimper with sensitivity and him to groan deeply from pleasure. I began moving quickly as he threw his head back against the headboard, feeling that he was close.

I sat up instantly when I notice he was going to cum and dropped to my knees to wrap my mouth around his extremely hard cock. He moaned in surprise as I took him into my mouth, causing him to exhale heavily at the sight of me bobbing my head up and down his thick and lengthy cock. He grasped my hair tightly while holding it, biting his lips at the pleasurable sight, which was just enough to make him cum.

He leaned back against the headboard and moaned loudly when he finally came into my mouth, and I hummed, enjoying how he tasted.

His thighs shook as he breathed deeply, while I continued to bop my head, swallowing every load he spewed. I slowly removed my mouth from his cock after licking clean all of his cum and swallowing it all, and I looked up to see him struggling to settle his hard breathing while staring at me. He dragged me back up to his lap and kissed me slowly, unconcerned about the fact that he could taste himself.

We slowly drew away from the kiss and rested our foreheads on each other, eyes closed. We soon fell asleep, holding each other. There was no one else to witness what transpired inside that room but the two of us.

A/N: THIS IS SO BAD I'M SO SORRY

[casspurrjoybell-19]

CLAIMED - Chapter 37

*Warning: Adult Content*     

‘Tap, tap, tap, tap. Each drop of my fingertips onto the countertop marked another second away from him.’

The Crescent Falls, Head Warrior, Corey Cahill’s biceps flexed, back tensed and eye twitched as they remained laser-focused on the LED light blinking atop the electric kettle.

Any second now it would beep, turn bright green and I could finally return to the only place that he belonged, in bed, with his Mate Pack Beta Jaxson Ortiz tucked in his embrace while he attentively awaited the next wave of his heat to call him into action.

‘Any second now.’

"Oh, how's everything going, dude?"

Corey’s head snapped to the side, eyes narrowing to interrogative slits at the intruder. 

That is, until he recognized the shaggy, strewn undercut, black earrings and tired eyes.

The Head Warrior’s, Pack Alpha, Oasis Amador.

"Jax's throat hurts, so I am making him tea. And his weight seems to have lessened by approximately a pound over the past three days, so I have gathered items to feed him between the waves," Corey says, gaze momentarily flitted to the teetering pile of various snacks on the counter beside him before settling back on the kettle light.

‘I should probably have gotten more of the cheese crackers he likes. Twenty packs were far from enough.’

"No shit his throat hurts, half the damn Pack House could hear him screaming right through the soundproofing in those damn walls," the slightly shorter Alpha responded as he yanked open the pantry door before stepping inside of the walk-in-sized space. "You're going to spoil my Beta rotten, you know."

Neck twisting this way and that to rid of a few kinks that lingered there, the tip of Corey’s nose twitched with annoyance.

‘Spoiling?’ 

There was simply no such thing. 

If only Corey could condense the entire universe into the palm of his hand and deliver it at his Mate’s feet, it still wouldn't be enough.’

No, Jaxson deserved it all, the very fabric of life, the way the world undulated around them in waves of invisible ripples of energy and every single molecule to ever cycle through the constant whirl of existence.

Balancing a hearty stack of cans of infant formula under one arm as he emerged from the pantry, Alpha Oasis had the audacity to chuckle.

"First heat, huh?"

‘Tap, tap, tap, tap.’

Lips pulled into a tight line, Corey remains hunched over like a watchdog over the kettle, gathering the strength before he finally managed a stiff nod.

“Yes.”

Oasis stepped closer then and Corey spied the Alpha’s knowing expression in the periphery of his fixated vision. 

When a hand, heavy but gentle, landed on Corey’s bare shoulder, he couldn't help but flinch when his skin itched, not liking that the touch belonged to anyone other than Jaxson.

‘My Mate Jax.’

"I wish I could say it gets better, man. Our Omegas... they just do something to us Alphas during heat. They're all we can hear, all we can see, all that we live for," Oasis explained, as if Corey didn't already know. "But he should only have a day or two left before things start to get better. His weight will even out afterward as well but if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

"I can provide for my Mate just fine on my own." 

The words came out before Corey could even form the entire thought and mull it over and his Wolf, Dashiell purred contentedly at our outward display of aptness. 

This Alpha was bold to question their ability to nurture their Mate's every want and desire.

Oasis just nodded, hand slipping from Corey’s shoulder when the Warrior’s muscles sharpened underneath the Alpha’s palm. 

"I know you can. Just know you always have backup if need be."

Corey was glad that Oasis decided to back up then, walking away with his giant tubs of infant formula before Dashiell decided that they would be of better use as a weapon.

‘Ding.’

Any and all traces of frustration melted away once the kettle finally announced it had reached a boil and every single one of Corey’s thoughts settled back onto the only person that truly mattered.

His movements were a blur as he filled the cup with scalding water, likely burning himself in the process since a small part of his hand turned bright red but his mind was much too preoccupied to feel it. 

Topping it with a soothing teabag and a generous scoop of honey for his sweet-toothed love, he then shoved the pockets of his joggers full of his snack hoard, carrying the rest in his free hand.

He may or may not have topped it all off with a few more packets of cheese crackers from the pantry, just to be safe, before bypassing the elevator and barrelling straight for the swirling stairwell.

His mind hummed as his body carried him closer to his Mate, like an invisible string connecting their very souls. 

And then, as if he had teleported there, somehow the door opened and closed behind him and Corey was standing on Jaxson’s side of the bed, every millimeter of the Warrior’s skin vibrating as he stared, taking in his lover’s current state with fierce eyes.

‘The view was impeccable. Stunning. Irresistible. Mesmerizing.’

Although their room was shrouded in darkness amid the night's shadowy figure, Corey’s trained eyes could easily make out the image of Jaxson lay sprawled out face-down on the bed, his hair an absolutely gorgeous mess, like a halo framing a face sculpted by the Goddess' hands themselves. 

His chest rose and fell in a patterned oscillation as he breathed in the air, laden thick with their combined scents from the past three days of his heat. 

And then, there was his nest.

After Jaxson's first wave in the forest, Corey had somehow managed to wrangle up enough self-control to pack him up and get them both back to the Pack House safely, albeit while likely stockpiling a hearty collection of speeding tickets on the way. 

Once they arrived, the Head Warrior briefly barked out an acknowledgement of their situation through the Pack Mind Link before booking it to their room with a barely-conscious Jaxson tucked securely in his arms, thoroughly convinced that he was sensing yet another wave on the rise.

That one hit hard and fast and Corey barely had time to brace his Mate’s body up against the door and slide his arms underneath his still-sticky thighs before he was inside of him again, fucking into his warm, pliant body with a ferociousness that left the slab of wood trembling on it’s reinforced hinges.

Jaxson’s rest period had been shorter that time, what with him sitting straight up after only fifteen minutes and making a beeline for their closet. 

Corey had almost fallen off of their bed in his haste to get his lover back into his arms but once the Warrior realized the place from which the Omega’s sense of urgency spurred, it all made sense.

His heart thundered, lighting striking his core as he watched Jaxson carry armloads of materials to build his perfect little nest on their bed. 

And then, Corey realized that most of the items were none other than his own articles of clothing, now being chosen for acceptance into such a sacred place of trust and safety and eyes filled with unshed moisture, the result of adoration, awe and marvel.

The Head Warrior wasn't the least bit offended once the Pack Beta/Omega shooed him off of the bed, pushing on his side with a little grunt that meant 'get lost.' 

It only made it all the better once Jaxson finally completed the wide circle, rolled around in it to ensure its perfect size, shape and scent profile, before finally settling his gaze back on Corey and reaching out, a desperate gleam in his eye.

"Share my nest, Alpha?"

The sheer privilege of such a summons sucked Corey’s brain into a state of pure insanity and just like that, he was lost in his Mate and he in him.

Corey didn't, couldn't, stop loving Jaxson, filling him, fucking him, for hours, days on end. 

And right when the Alpha thought it might be enough, the need only grew stronger, pulling reality back down into an immutable place where nothing else mattered but the sensation of them.

Over the course of the past three long, wonderous days, they both flickered in and out of control at varying times. 

Sometimes Corey’s Wolf, Dashiell pushed forward, making love to Jaxson in Corey’s stead. 

And sometimes, the Alpha was granted the privilege of hearing Jaxson’s Wolf Luka's mewls as he panted beneath Corey, begging for his Knot. 

Luka and Dash had their moment too, their lovemaking so ferocious that it was almost violent, causing Corey’s poor Mate to sleep for hours on end in search of much-needed recovery.

The memory of his inner Alpha's beastly sex drive brought him back to the present and he emptied his pockets, depositing his loot onto the bedside table. 

Then, he leaned over and spread open his Mate’s perfectly round, freckled cheeks.

Jaxson’s ring was puffy and bright pink, no doubt irritated beyond belief after three days of nonstop use. 

Corey couldn't help but brace a knee on the mattress and lower his head, pressing the wide pad of his tongue over the abused flesh in hopes that the Alpha enzymes might speed his Mate’s healing. 

After all, although they were over the peak of the Omega’s Heat Symptoms now, there were still approximately two days until Jaxson would be able to formulate many other thoughts beyond being bred day in and day out.

Jaxson began to squirm underneath Corey’s ministrations and the Warrior’s hands tightened on his Mate’s ass, pressing his hips into the bed while he concluded his improvised first-aid.

Corey’s Mate tasted like a mixture new and old slick and as the Warrior pressed further, slithering the tip of his tongue into his lover’s stretched entrance, he could taste himself too, leftovers from the bucket-fulls of essence he'd greedily pumped deep inside of the smaller man over the past few days. 

All of it was a treat as it coated his covetous tongue.

"Agh..." a moan shuddered from Jaxson’s spent throat,and once his pretty hole shined with Corey’s saliva like the brightest star, the Warrior finally withdrew his tongue. 

He pressed a chaste kiss to his Mate’s pulsating rim before sliding up and fully entering his nest, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake, careful not to skip over the heart-shaped freckle that lived just above the crest of his pelvic bone.

Jaxson protested at his Mate’s retreat, squirming sleepily while Corey sidled his lover up into his arms so that he could rest his cheek onto the Warrior’s bare pec, using the hard muscle as a pillow.

"Your Alpha is here. I am here," Corey reassured, running the thumb on the hand that wasn't wrapped around Jaxson’s back across his soft cheekbones. 

The Alpha’s other hand slithered down the length of the Beta/Omega’s spine until two fingers reached his entrance. 

Corey circled the swollen, moist area before pressing inside, tips searching for Jaxson’s most sensitive gland deep within.

That would buy them enough time to get him hydrated and fed.

"No, no. Not yet, my Omega," Corey gently scolded and Jaxson cried out, warm breath fanning the Warrior’s skin as the Beta/Omega’s immediately attempted to fuck himself back on the intrusion of his Mate’s fingers. 

Corey stilled his lover’s movements with a simple flex of his arm.

Jaxson’s voice was so raw, like pieces of torn silk, due to, as Alpha Oasis had correctly guessed, all of the screaming he'd engaged in over the past few days and Corey was determined to get something soothing down his throat before his next wave crested.

Reaching over Jaxson to grab the mug Corey previously set on the bedside table, the Head Warrior sat his Omega lover’s slim body up in his arms a bit, bracing his own back against their wooden headboard so that he wouldn't choke. 

Then, Corey pressed the rim of the mug to Jaxson’s lips.

The Beta/Omega’s face screwed up instantly, turning away from the Alpha like a stubborn toddler.

"Don't want," he croaked in a sleepy whisper. 

Luckily, over the course of the past three days, Corey had gotten much more than adept at navigating his lover’s nonsensical protests.

"This tea is good for your throat, baby. Remember you said it hurts? Just try one sip and Alpha will be even more proud of you than I already am," Corey said, shifting Jaxson in his arms so that he could see his face again before nudging the rim right back against his bottom lip. "Baby, please. You need to be hydrated."

Jaxson still struggled, resisting Corey’s ministrations as he tilted the cup up but once the liquid finally settled in his throat and honey coated the roughened surface, he settled down a little. 

The Alpha’s heart sang with success.

"See? Good job, my love. You can trust me. I will always take care of you. My perfect, pretty Omega," Corey murmured as Jaxson drank, making sure to increase the praise when he few more tiny sips without him having to prompt him.

After The Head Warrior confirmed his Mate’s completion of the tea, he had to use a few more borderline coercive measures to get a few cheese crackers down his lover’s throat but eventually Corey was humming with satisfaction when Jaxson managed to finish an entire package.

Right as he swallowed the last one, it was like a switch flipped.

Jaxson succumbed to the height of his heat wave and Corey fell into his body

It started off slow, fingering him until he sobbed and squirmed and begged just like he liked. 

Then, Corey spooned his love in a firm grip of his arms, pressing slow, languid kisses along Jaxson’s heated neck as he quickly threw off his sweats and eased his shaft past hi lover’s rim.

Pressing forward, Corey sank deeper and deeper until Jaxson’s eyes rolled back and he bucked against his hold. 

Their breaths mingled, moans harmonized and bodies melded and Corey lifted Jaxson’s leg for better access as he pumped his hips, sliding his length in and out of that tight, scalding channel while the world around them flickered out of view.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity of making slow, careful love to Jaxson’s hole and leaking like a madman inside of him, he began begging for Corey’s knot, crying for him to bruise his insides, to annihilate his body, to use him.

Wholly unable to deny his request, Corey shifted their positions at once, tossing his lover’s shaky shins over his shoulders and folding his flexible body in half. 

Jaxson protested to the momentary departure of Corey’s member but the Head Warrior swallowed his whine as he leaned over him, sucking his tongue into his mouth as Corey instantly sank back in.

"Shh, precious. I will give you my knot. Fill up your womb," Corey promised, husking out a whisper against Jaxson’s lips as his hips pummeled, slamming against his Mate’s ass with a strength that shook the entire room.

‘I wanted to wreck him, wanted to break his hips, to mold his creamy skin with the never ending force of my desire.’

Jaxson sobbed out a reply, eyelids flickering with each thrust as if he were teetering on the edge of life itself. 

"I want it. Need all your load. Inside me, Alpha, please."

"Yeah?" Corey said, gripping Jaxson’s curls in a tight fist as a snarl ripped through him, shoving his shaft so deep inside of his lover that he could have sworn that he choked on it. "You like it when your Alpha fucks your pretty hole so hard it hurts? You want to feel it like it's still inside of you even hours later?"

Jaxson’s head thrashed this way and that, tears drifting down the sides of his face and wetting his temples. 

"Yes. Ah, Goddess, yes, wreak me Alpha. Wreak me like you hate me."

"Shit..." Corey moaned, something like a feral growl mixed with an adoring purr. 

The Alpha’s hips sped to a terrifying pace then, his Wolf, Dashiell lending Corey, his inhuman speed, as they worked together to sate their beloved.

Realistically, there wasn't a single molecule of his being that could ever, would ever, come anywhere close to harboring even an inkling of hatred for for Jaxson but what he was asking for was something completely different.

‘My sweet Omega needed to break apart and I would gladly be his hammer.’

Corey could hear his lover’s pulse in his ears, their heartbeats synchronizing, amplifying the sound until the Head Warrior couldn't tell where his Mate’s began and his ended.

"Goddess, Jax... I want to destroy you. Gonna pound my rod so deep inside your tight ass until I stamp the shape of myself inside of you for all eternity," Corey emphasized his last words with a swirl of his hips. 

And just like that, Jaxson screamed.

He convulsed as if struck by lightning, back arching, limbs trembling and eyes rolling back. 

His hole clenched uncontrollably around Corey’s length, milking his own release from him as his essence splattered his stomach, coating his skin in yet another layer of the sticky, delicious substance.

‘It was so tight, so moist, sucking me deeper like a fucking vortex...’

Corey’s release caught him like a fish in a net, drawing his balls up as his Knot grew inside of his Mate. 

Preparing for the Alpha’s seed to splatter the entrance of Jaxson's womb.

Corey roared through his orgasm as Jaxson fucked himself through his. 

Breathing eluded the Warrior, lungs punching out air in little, shaky spurts instead as he buried his face into his lover’s neck, mouthing at the recently re-established Bond Mark that decorated the Beta/Omega’s pretty neck. 

Corey’s muscles caved and shook around Jaxson and the Alpha released his Mate’s legs so that he could properly hold him through such an intense wave of euphoria.

Hips squirming, Jaxson clung to Corey, digging his fingernails into his Mate’s back to pull him even closer.

 "Ngh... so warm... you make me so full... release..." Jaxson babbled, some words too garbled to make out clearly. 

It was obvious that the Beta/Omega was completely out of it, so the Head Pack Warrior slipped his hand slipped beneath his Mate’s head to tuck his face into his own shoulder, letting him occupy his mouth there instead.

"Shh. There is no need to speak, sweetheart. Just feel," Corey murmured, biting the tip of Jaxson’s earlobe as he pumped his hips a bit, a shock of electricity almost knocking both of them clean out when the Alpha’s Knot tugged at the Beta/Omega’s messy rim.

Corey’s body swayed a little as he tried to support his weight after such a transformative orgasm, so he carefully flipped them both over so that Jaxson would be able to lay across his chest, squeezing his eyes shut and biting back a moan when his Knot shifted inside of his Mate’s ass.

Then, the purring started.

It was something that Corey always looked forward to after a fresh wave of Jaxson's heat, how their chests would both rumble, the Alpha Warrior’s a significantly deeper timbre than that of his beloved Mate's. 

It was as if the sound reset their souls, expressing their connection, their trust, their love for one another without a single word needing to be exchanged.

Corey’s inner Alpha fluffed up with pride, every synapse alight at the knowledge that they'd successfully led their Mate through yet another wave of his heat. 

He wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist like a trained boa constrictor, securing his treasure against his larger body in the wake of potential danger.

Eventually Jaxson’s purrs quietened into little snores, cheek squished right back up against Corey’s pec like it had never left. 

The Alpha’s neck strained down to press a kiss into his Mate’s frizzy curls, heart pounding with adoration for the privilege of being able to call such a Priceless Gift, his.

Later, Corey would lick Jaxson clean before running a warm washcloth over his body, washing away as much of their combined fluids as he could before he would notice and whine, pushing him away and scolding him for rubbing their scent off of him.

"Corey..."

A ghost of a smile twitched at the corners of the Alpha’s lips at the sound of his Mate’s voice. 

Jaxson talked in his sleep sometimes, breathy and quiet as he spoke of whatever land to which his dreams must be carrying him. 

Corey savored every moment of his lover’s nonsensical meanderings, trying to piece together the nuances of what his brain must be projecting onto his mind's eye.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Corey humored him, whispering back.

"Alpha... love..."

Corey Cahill buried his face back into Jaxson Ortiz’s curls, fingertips digging into his lover’s sides. 

"I love you more, sweetheart. And I will continue to love you beyond whatever forever means for us."

Shifting a little on his chest, Jaxson yawned, a freckled hand snaking up to rest against the side of Corey’s neck near his Mate’s pulse. 

When Jaxson finally found his destination, he settled back down again, as if soothed by the fact that Corey was really there.

The last words the Beta/Omega dreamily spoke were barely audible but the Head Warrior would have caught them out of thin air even in the loudest of storms.

"Love... Corey... Husband..."

[michelle-is-writing]

Delicate, Roger Taylor

Word Count: 900~

Everyone knows Roger is a constant complainer. Not to mention one of his favorite hobbies is bickering with his bandmates. However, there's something Roger is excellent at doing - getting attention one way or another from me, his girlfriend.

"Lovie," I hear Roger yell from his 'office' (a room with a drum set and soundproof walls). His voice gives away his neediness, and I can't help but smile to myself with a shake of my head. Lifting the TV remote from my lap, I mute the telly as I turn away from the random show and look toward the hallway. "I need you!" he further adds, making me let out a little laugh in response to his dramatic voice.

Standing from the couch, I head toward the room at the end of the hallway before opening the door to see Roger sitting beside his drum-set, rubbing his hand as if he hurt it. The room is the same way it was yesterday, meaning he barely started practicing after sitting down. Not to mention his long blond hair is still combed down rather splayed everywhere due to his sporadic movements while drumming. That's definitely not normal for Roger

"Are you okay, honey?" I ask, moving closer to sit across from him. Once I do, he scoots forward and plants his head onto my lap where he nuzzles into me while sighing. I can tell he's stressed out - it's evident in his breathing and slightly scrunched face.

"No, I'm not," Roger gently confesses, bringing his hands up to lay in my lap as well. His fingers gently knead against the skin of my thighs for a few seconds before Roger stops with almost a pained hiss. "My... my hands keep cramping," he explains, laying them back on my legs. "They've started hurting terribly."

"Would you like me to rub them?" I ask Roger, reaching down toward his hands. Looking back up at me, Roger slyly smirks to which I squint my eyes at him with a small, "Or not," My words quickly shut down his comment, Roger giving in with a small 'hmph'. He can't even last ten seconds without his mind jumping to something dirty.

Taking his hands in mine, I hold them up to my eyes and frown at the purple and red splotches that cover Roger's fingertips. "Roger, baby," I mutter, running my thumbs over his warm palms. Looking back at me, he lightly smiles and tries to brush my worries off, but I don't let him. "Stay here," I tell him before standing from the wooden floor and heading out into the hall.

Once I'm in our bedroom, I quickly grab the lavender hand lotion from my side table drawer and turn around, only to find Roger entering our room a few seconds after me. Instead of doing like I said and staying in his drumming room, Roger plants himself on our bed where he lays back and gestures for me to join him. "Didn't I tell you to stay put?" I tease him, causing a smile to rise to the blond's lips.

"The drum floor is quite uncomfortable, dear," he tells me, patting his lap. "Come. Sit." Roger adds, now smirking.

"Oh, God, Rog," I almost exclaim, fighting my ever-growing smile and red blush. Tossing the bottle of hand lotion toward him, I point toward him. "And to think I was going to massage your hands in thanks for all your hard work!"

Instantly, his smirk drops and he's sitting straight up rather than lying back. "I promise I'll be good," he states almost as if he were a child begging to go somewhere. "Please, I won't make any more dirty comments."

At his begging, I wait a few seconds before giving up the fight to not smile and letting out a dramatic sigh. "That's impossible for you," I tell him, plopping down on his lap and taking his hands in mine. He must've thought I wasn't going to accept his previous invitation going by the slightly shocked look that takes over his face only to be taken over by bliss.

Once I'm finished massaging his first hand, I start massaging the other one, only to let out a small laugh as I do so. "What?" Roger pipes up, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and a curious smile. He's so relaxed, that he could probably fall asleep right now.

At his question, I smile back before pressing our hands together, palm to palm. "Your hands are so much bigger than mine," I note, moving my fingers to go between his. "And yet, they fit so perfectly together..."

"Maybe it's because we're meant to be together," Roger concludes, rolling us over so we can lie beside each other. He instantly pulls me into his arms as soon as he can, pressing me to his chest as I simply savor the closeness of our hold. "Wouldnt you agree?" He asks, making me smile up at him.

However, before any more time passes, Roger quickly presses his lips to mine for a few moments until he pulls away, smiling as he stares down at me with nothing but gentleness in his eyes. Squeezing our still interlocked hands, he leans close enough to place his lips on mine once again, but surprisingly, he doesn't, and instead, he chooses to speak up once more. "But then again, I've always known that~"

[tarosin]

The great adventures of y/n tommy tubbo and ranboo - the best mcc team

this is an extra to the great adventures series

the moment you found out ranboo got into mcc you instantly ran into the room you were sharing pulling him into a hug you were honestly so proud of him and he was going to be with tubbo

“BOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU YOU'RE GOING TO DO AMAZING”

unfortunately, you weren’t going to be in mcc this month but that didn’t stop you from being over the moon for your friend. when it was finally time for mcc you wished your friend good luck and apologised for not being able to watch his pov as you weren’t about to break the tradition of watching Tommy after all he was your first and biggest supporter. 3 hours later the event ended and everyone who was watching ranboos pov heard you faintly screaming at Tommy over discord whilst tubbo sat laughing and ranboo was concerned, he heard from Tommy that you would often yell at him however he didn’t believe that he was being honest

“FUCK YOU TOMMY STOP LAUGHING YOU HIT ME IN TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE ON PURPOSE THEN LAUGHED ABOUT ME NOT BEING IN…..fine when I get in I’m requesting to be on Scott's team…I’m still mad at you but you did great I'm so proud of you congrats Tommy I’ll see you soon goodbye”

at the start of the next month, you received a message from Scott

Scott: so I have a few things to tell you 1 - how would you feel about becoming head twitch mod it’s only fair you’ve been my mod for a while and 2 - welcome to mcc make sure to fill in the form asap!

y/n: 1 - of course I’d love to be head twitch mod and 2 - heh??

not long later you received a form at the same time as your friends, you decided not to tell anyone and somehow you managed to keep it a secret, Scott agreed to lie to the others about whos team they’re on as he knew how excited everyone was going to be. today was the day your big secret would be released, you Tommy tubbo and ranboo were sat outside when the notification went out announcing the team honestly you’ll never forget the look on their faces when they realised

MCChampionship_ tweeted: 👑announcing team green guardians 👑

@tommyinnit @tubbolive @ranboosaysstuff @y/n

Watch them in MCC on Saturday, August 28th at 8 pm BST!

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK”

“congrats y/n”

ranboo didn’t say anything he just tackled you into a hug like you did last month when you found he was in mcc. Tommy and tubbo were still processing what they just read

“Scott fucking lied to me”

“aye I told him to”

“what the fuck”

from then the four of you would constantly stream with each other on the mcc training server, you were a strong team when you weren’t yelling at each other.

time flew by soon enough it was the 28th of August. Tommy genuinely couldn’t believe it his best friend was in mcc and on a team with him and he genuinely believed you all had a decent chance in winning as you were a strong team. Tommy invited you over to stream mcc he claimed it was because there would be three people trying to stream in the same room, in reality, it was because he wanted to see your reaction and be there for your first mcc.

Tommy let you stream from his room he had spent the previous night getting advice from tubbo on how he managed to set up so he could stream with ranboo in the same room.

“you ready y/n”

“of course I’ve been watching and learning from the best”

you and Tommy set up and joined the discord call and the mcc server, it was finally time. similarly to ranboo this was something you had wanted to do since Tommy told you all about it on your way home from school one day. 30 minutes later it was time for the games to begin and this is where the chaos began.

“you know what I hope it’s build mart”

“what the fuck y/n”

“fuck you I’m good at build mart- oh you’re joking it’s fucking parkour tag”

this is when you realised that two screaming teenagers in the same room both trying to stream the event wasn’t the best idea, you and Tommy would constantly scream at poor ranboo who was just trying to hunt the other team

“RANBOO CATCH THEM”

“really y/n?! I thought I’d let them win this round”

unsurprisingly your team was doing great you had won 7/8 rounds but there was still one more round, determined to be the one to get dream you decided to be the hunter

“y/n don’t worry if you can’t get them we’re doing well”

“Y/N IGNORE RANBOO ME AND TOMMY DON'T WANT TO LOSE”

“not putting pressure on me at all thank you boys”

being close friends with technoblade gave you an advantage you didn’t expect due to the fact he helped to “train” you for your first mcc which ended up being the reason you were able to catch them all and then helped the others avoid being caught

“tubbo he's to your left TUBBO I SAID HES TO YOUR LEFT WHY ARE YOU GOING LEFT TOMMY RUN RUN RUN RUN ranboo you’re doing great”

“NO WAY”

you had just successfully won the round against dream sapnap George and quackity and you would never let dream live this down

“do you guys think dream will let me be in one of his manhunts now”

“no”

“fuck you tubbo you’re just mad you couldn’t catch all the runners in yellow yaks. you couldn’t catch jack manifold”

so far everything was going well you were currently in 4th place and your team had high hopes. you all felt the need to confirm to your chats that you’re all not actually mad at each other and not to worry about everything.

the next game was survival games ranboo wasn’t ready for this due to the last mcc where he died pretty early on, it started well you all stuck together as a team until the game was nearly over and you got distracted by a chest and ran away from the others whilst they were fighting another team this ended up being a happy accident in disguise you got the notification that Tommy tubbo and ranboo were killed fighting another team

“oh fuck”

“WE COULD HAVE WON WAIT Y/N DID YOU DIE”

“no”

tubbo could practically hear your smile as you explained to them that you ran off and was currently under a tree watching the others fight, you used the fact they died in the game to your advantage they would tell you if anyone was coming to attack you whilst you ran around collecting loot avoiding the others shooting arrows

“AYO STOP FUCKING SHOOTING ME ITS MY FIRST MCC LET ME WIN”

“Y/N HAVE YOU GOT LAVA”

“I DO AAAAAA PISS OFF LET ME WIN”

“USE THE LAVA YOU CAN EASILY TAKE OUT HALF OF THE REMAINING PLAYERS”

to everyone’s surprise, it worked due to the border being smaller so there was less room to run soon it was you vs punz at this point you were determined to win

“GO Y/N GO GO GO HIT HIM YOU CAN DO IT”

“you’re doing so well y/n”

some may call it beginners luck but you ended up winning the fight against punz

“LETS FUCKING GO Y/N”

“I DID IT OH MY GOD”

the next game was hole in the wall and long story short you sucked, ranboo on the other hand did not. it didn’t take long for you to fall every single round. this helped the others though as you were able to yell which side the wall was coming from

“fuck this stupid game the wall hates me”

“y/n you're supposed to jump through the gaps“

“you know what no I’m going to get on a sapnap alt stream by glitching through”

this didn’t work you died again

“well fuck there I go I guess you’ve got this though guys Tommy you’re doing decent”

“I'm doing great thank you- oh I died FUCK YOU FOR DISTRACTING ME”

“blah blah blah GO TUBBO AND RANBOO”

you couldn’t believe it ranboo was one of the final people remaining, unfortunately, ranboo jumped too late resulting in him falling but nonetheless you were proud of him

“unlucky boo you all did great”

the next game was battle box the four of you had been practising this a lot so there was a lot of pressure to do well especially since you were now in the top 3 on the leaderboard, the strategies you made from practicing paid off you managed to win the majority of the rounds, however, there was a lot of screaming and arguing during the last round

“RANBOO STOP STEALING MY KILLS OR I'M GOING TO START HITTING YOU WITH A SWORD”

“he’s been stealing mine too y/n”

tubbo was honestly playing well during this game and you were amazed

unfortunately, the arguing resulted in you losing the round as you were all focusing on arguing which meant you missed the other team rushing to wool

“unlucky boys”

“7 wins out of 9 rounds honestly isn’t that bad we should still be third we just need to stay strong with the rest of the games”

during the break before the last four games, the four of you sat making plans for the next few round

“I want to get to the other side last I think that will be our strength”

there was still a rather long break left so you did what anyone else would do run around the server and yell this was a huge mistake as it messed with the soundproofing resulting in tommys mic picking you up and vice versa

“so I guess we’re streaming like this now”

“FIX IT”

“well since you asked so nicely tubso…no”

tubbo ended up doing the same to the soundproofing in the room he was in with ranboo were in meaning all four of you were now having a scuffed stream as you ran out of time to fix it because before you knew it, it was time to play sky battle

“right we should go left”

“tubbo will get iron Tommy will make the bridge and y/n will do…something”

you did the same thing techno did in the pride mcc and hid occasionally breaking blocks from underneath people so they would fall the others were doing well the game was a mixture of you all encouraging each other and you all cursing each other out whilst ranboo ignored you all and spoke to his chat

“chat I know you can hear double everyone if I could fix it I would but tubbo y/n and Tommy are being too stubborn to fix everything and we don’t have time”

“Y/N WHERE ARE YOU”

“making people fall to their death can we talk about our feelings now because this is stressful as hell”

“NOT THE TIME”

you all did decently you weren’t amazing at this game but that was expected it was something you all weren’t the biggest fan of but somehow you were all still in third place and that was something you weren’t expecting especially for your first mcc

it was now time for sands of time you all needed to do well

“bruh I wanted build mart what the fuck is this”

“we’re not going to win this game boys”

and tubbo would be corrected that that statement, you ended up having a visual glitch making it difficult, Tommy would constantly get trapped in a dungeon like last time things weren’t loading for ranboo you had no idea what tubbo was doing and quite frankly you didn’t want to find out unless it was going to be good news and considering all you could hear was tubbo yelling anything that came to mind you could guess it wasn’t going well. you tried to rage quit a couple of times only to be yelled at by the others every time you disconnected from the server

“Y/N STOP LEAVING”

“I CAN'T SEE SHIT”

“you’re doing well y/n stay calm we’re going to be fine”

“OH I CAN'T PLAY THIS GAME I'M DYSLEXIC”

“CLEARLY WE'RE NOT FINE TUBBO IS STRUGGLING TOMMY IS LOCKED IN A DUNGEON AND I CAN'T SEE SHIT...HAVE YOU GOT THE LETTER N YET”

“no, they’re spawning one in for me”

“could them maybe I don’t know speed up the process”

yeah you ended up losing that game and got knocked down the 4th good news is it was only by a couple hundred points

next up was ace race

“do yous reckon Scott's tested this map”

“aren’t you his head twitch mod”

“you’re right I'll message him and find out”

luckily you all managed to do pretty well, Tommy was off to a great start you tubbo and ranboo weren’t far behind you all agreed to follow each other rather than the crowd which paid off as when everyone else went the wrong way rather than following you all managed to go the right way thanks to ranboo yelling he thinks that he knows where to go and thankfully he was correct which put Tommy first tubbo second ranboo third and you fourth, you all ended up lapping people on your final lap and honestly, none of you guessed this would happen but you weren’t exactly complaining. a few moments later you all crossed the finishing line and were the first team to finish giving you the bonus points you needed to push you to second place

“did you know since I first got into mcc I would put y/ns name down for who I wanted to play with”

“TOMMY OH MY GODDDD”

a few seconds later you showed up on Tommy's face cam as you ran over to him giving him a hug

“you’re doing great y/n we might get into dodgebolt”

“dude we’re winning this shit”

soon enough it was time for the last game (unless you got into dodgebolt) and luckily it was to get to the other side

“we've got this we have actually got this we’re going to get to dodgebolt”

you stuck with Tommy for almost every round mainly because speed bridging wasn’t for you. you were all doing great you were the first team to finish for multiple rounds however you were also the last team to finish for a few rounds

“boys I'm not sure if we’ll get through”

“We all had fun”

“if we get into dodgebolt we’re going to be against dream”

“WILL YOU ALL FUCKING FOCUS”

“no- OW TOMMY HIT ME WITH A PEN”

“IT WAS THE CLOSEST THING WOULD YOU RATHER I CHUCK MY COMPUTER MOUSE”

“will you two quit fighting we’re about to find out the final scores.”

3..2..1

“oh my god”

“what the fuck”

“ranboo and y/n are about to play dodgebolt”

“LETS GO WHAT THE FUCK”

you all did it you successfully kept 2nd place somehow now all you had to do was win dodgebolt against dream George sapnap and quackity. safe to say you and ranboo were nervous as fuck and rightfully so as you all lost the first game

“let’s be serious we need to focus now”

you all won the next round

“LETS FUCKING GO WE'VE GOT THIS”

it was now the third round Tommy and tubbo were now out it was you and ranboo against dream and sapnap

“bruh were fucked ranboo”

ranboo took aim and somehow hit sapnap whilst you took a moment to type a message in chat

y/n: it’s my first mcc how do you feel knowing you’re about to lose

it was now your turn to take aim and Tommy yelling in the background wasn’t helping you and the yelling made you shoot before you were ready luckily ranboo picked up an arrow and was able to hit dream, it was now 1 vs 2 if you won this round you would all be the champions and that’s exactly what happened you all quit yelling at each other hell you muted the discord call so you could focus all you could hear was Tommy next to you occasionally supporting you

“come on y/n final round. you’re about to win your first mcc I’m so proud of you”

“you’re doing amazing Tommy thank you for everything now let’s win this thing”

and just like that, it was over Tommy took the final shot and hit sapnap

you all unmuted the four of you yelling

“TOMMY TUBBO RANBOO I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GUYS”

“WE DID IT WE FUCKING DID IT”

“OH MY GOD”

“WELL DONE EVERYONE”

this time Tommy ran over to you pulling you into a hug he was genuinely so proud of you and the others

“you did it y/n you won your first mcc that’s amazing”

“I couldn’t have done it without you or the others I love you all”

after talking to the other teams and ending stream

you and Tommy stayed on call with tubbo and ranboo

“you two need to make your way back here”

“me and y/n could probably catch a train if we’re very quick”

you nodded and quickly grabbed everything you needed thankfully your good luck hadn’t come to an end yet as you and Tommy were able to catch one of the last trains, Tommy had an arm around you as he noticed you were getting tired after all you did just go through the stress of your first mcc to over 170k viewers you ended up falling asleep on his shoulder a few hours passed and you were at the last stop Tommy lightly tapped your shoulder

“hey y/n were here tubbo and ranboo are waiting for us over there…let’s go celebrate this win shall we”

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[izziejomarbles]

I guess it's my fault for loving you.

once again, with the angst. i'm so sorry.

warning: cheating, swearing, pain?

Bucky walked into your room with his eyes downcast. His hands were in solid fists, the metal one reflecting in the setting sun.

'Bucky. Look at me.'

He made no sign of movement, before uncurling his fists. His hair looked ragged, you guessed it was from the amount of times he'd run his hands through it.

'James.'

His eyes immediately flicker up to meet yours. Your red rimmed, bloodshot eyes. As soon as his chocolate brown ones met yours, they softened. You hated how you still noticed these tiny details about him.

'Doll...you've been crying.'

'No shit Bucky.'

'It hurts to love you, Bucky.'

'You know what y/n, this relationship isn't working anymore.'

Your eyes brimmed with tears.

'What?'

'I can't do this anymore. I don't want to.'

He was raising his voice now. Everyone in the tower would be able to hear his side of the argument. You made a mental note to tell Tony to get better soundproof walls. Or a special arguing room.

'Bucky. I'm trying, we can try harder.'

'It's not supposed to be this hard, y/n!'

You reached out your palm so he could take it, but he just recoiled and took a step back.

'I slept with someone.'

You took a step back, tripping on the heels of your feet before lowering your voice.

'You what?'

'I fucking cheated on you! Is that what you wanted to hear? I don't want to be with you anymore!?'

'Bucky? I...you're lying, right? You have to be making this up?'

'Oh, god. Y/n I'm so sorry. I'll fix this. Let me fix this.'

'How could you do this to me?'

This time he reached out for your hand, and you snapped.

'No! Don't...don't touch me. I don't want to ever fucking see you again. Get out of my sight before I do it myself.'

His head hung low, his shaggy hair covering his tear filled eyes.

Steve stood in the doorway of the sitting room, all ready to comfort you, but you just shook your head and started making your way out the door. At this moment all you could feel was sheer humiliation.

'Did you enjoy it? Making a fool out of me.'

'God, no. It's the worst thing I've ever done. And I know you need time and everything but please, just please let me make it up to you.'

'Make it up to me? You broke my heart, Bucky. You do have any idea what this feels like?'

'I know, I know. But what we have, it has to be enough.'

'Had, James. You ruined this. I need you to go.'

'You're not even going to try?'

'I've tried! I've been trying for months! But obviously it wasn't enough because you cheated on me and then embarrassed me in front of all our friends!'

'It was a momentary lapse in judgement! And of course it was enough, you are more than enough.'

'Am I though? Because I have never done anything to you. I have never done anything to deserve this. But this hurts too fucking much!'

'How the hell is this hurting you? You are the one breaking up with me!'

'Because I still fucking love you! You've broken me, to my core, yet right here, right now, if you kissed me I'd go running back to this. This relationship that's already over.'

Bucky was getting desperate, you could see it in demeanour.

'But, y/n I love you. I love you more than life.'

'You don't though. Because you don't destroy the people that you love.'

He looked so destroyed that you were ignoring every signal in your body that screamed at you to go and hug him.

'You wanna know the worst part, Bucky? I don't even care that you're breaking me. I am an absolute fucking moron because I am always going to love you.'

You walked past him, leaving him staring at your wall. Without turning around to look at you he threatens-

'If you walk out that door, we're over.'

'Oh, Bucky. We were over long before this conversation.'

You took two steps towards the door, looking at your dark red winter boots before stopping with your fingers grazing the handle.

'And Buck?'

'Yeah?'

'Don't you ever love anything more than life.'

'I guess it was my fault for loving you.'

'Or mine.'

With that, you quietly left the room.

can you count how many references i put in this? btw i love bucky, i just wanted to do this idea with him. sorry this is so short. i am also very sorry this angst again, i promise i do have some happy stuff queued up.

your comments mean the literal world to me, i love you guys x

[recklessmark]

PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A CHEATING ANGST WHERE MARK IS BEING SUCH A JERK ABT IT EVEN THO Y/N CATCHES HIM CHEATING ON HER AND ALSO MAKE THE PERSON MARK IS CHEATING WITH MEAN TOO, those stories are really the best kind of angst - anon ❤️

words count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, cheating

a/n: i have no mood for angst now i’m so sorry. this is not very miserable at all since i refused to let y/n cry pathetically in front of douchebag mark 😡 but hopefully you’ll like it.

you take a sip of your chardonnay, the other hand is still busy scrolling on your phone. your face puts on the best do-not-talk-to-me look while your fingers typing on the screen with a fast speed.

y/n: where are yo-

no, you delete the sentence.

y/n: can you pick me up after work?

delivered.

your fingers idly tap on the bar counter, flashing the bartender an encouraging smile as if you’re not currently having murder on your mind. after about less than 5 minutes, your phone buzzes on the marble surface and you take it in your hands again.

mark: i’m having meeting, i’ll probably stay over at my office either.

your lips curl into a crooked smile. executioner style.

y/n: you better sleep with one eye open tonight.

y/n:

you bite your bottom lip, trying to keep your composure and delete the yet-to-be-sent message. all you’re seeing is red now. mark lee, your lovely boyfriend has the audacity to tell you he’s having a meeting. a two people meeting, one man one woman, in a hotel. little does the two-timing, cheap-lying wannabe know that you’re sitting at the bar of the hotel he takes his side chick in. and you have to clarify that either you and your friends have caught him hang out with other women multiple times but you, a faithful girlfriend, brainlessly believe in him and maybe he will change. the only thing has changed ever since is his loyalty to you, wondrously decreases.

you leave a tip under your glass and jump of the stool. you turn at the corner, walking inside the hotel building. unfortunate for mark is that you have some work here, otherwise you couldn’t catch the sight he wrapped his arm around a girl and walked into the hotel. but work can be done later.

“good evening, how can i help you?” the receptionist greets you politely and you give her a smile. “y/f/n y/l/n, i have a business meeting with mr grey.”

the woman nods and types something on the laptop while you rake your eyes around the building. “floor 8, room 805, ms y/l/n.”

you smile in acknowledgment and turn around to walk away. “oh,” you put on a fake gape and glare back and the receptionist, “may i ask where’s mr lee’s room, i have to take something from him. mark lee please.”

she looks confused but obliges your command anyway. “floor 8, room 802.” you give her a “thank you” and stroll toward the elevator. god must be unpleasant with mark so that his room is on the same floor with yours. you take your phone out and decide to reply the previous message of him.

y/n: i have a meeting at imperial building either, we can go home together.

delivered.

adrenaline and rage rushing inside your veins as the monitor screen displays the red number 8. you take your steps slowly, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor reverberates around the empty floor.

801-805

seeing the gold banner on the wall, you turn at the corner. your head dizzy as you think about what’s happening inside the 802 room. standing in front of the wide wooden door, you decisively press your finger on the doorbell. just once and patiently wait for someone to open the door. although every room is soundproof but you can hear a small voice from the inside after about two minutes, you’re not complaining though, you have big heart for patience.

a ‘genuine’ smile plasters on your face as the door flings opened, revealing a woman- your coworker surprisingly and she only has a towel wrapped around her body. “hi,” you say and walk inside before she could process anything that’s going on. “where’s mark? mark lee.” you ask and opposite of your nonchalance, she makes a quite smart decision to throw a tantrum.

“what the hell y/n?! if you know he doesn’t even like you anymore why are you here? he will never go home so don’t cry and beg for it!”

“where’s ma-“ you calmly repeat yourself and suddenly you see your boyfriend gets out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his hips either. his toned chest and abs look nice but they’ll be better if there’s some bullets shot through. “oh mister executioner, i was wondering where you are.”

mark gapes as he sees you, apparently hasn’t read your new message. he heard haven - his side chick was yelling and he was curious what she’s so frantic about. and now he understands.

you sit down at the cafe table and cross your legs. “you may speak now.” you flash him a reluctant smile.

“speak what? he has nothing to explain-“

“look,” mark cuts haven off and starts his meaningless explanation, “i don’t love you anymore, you’re always busy and your spare time is for work either!”

“my spare time is for work?!” you exclaim, “you are the one who fucking cancel all our dates and hangs out with your side chicks! you think i’m stupid that i’m totally clueless about what you do behind my back?” your voice is shaky yet you try to keep it as steady as possible. you’re not going to cry in front of him and his bitch.

“you call who’s a side chick?” haven yells, pointing her finger at you and you dart your eyes at her, “i’m not talking to you, don’t let me lose the tiny respect i’m still having for you. we’re both women and we work together, i don’t want to be rude.”

“you’re fucking fake as hell-“

“shut up,” mark shouts, making the woman shut her mouth and then turns back to you. “don’t act like you’re not flirting with other men at work, you’re a whore!” he says loudly and you’re practically speechless.

mark calls you a whore.

“since when i flirt with men?” you ask in a calm, quiet tone. you have completely no idea what he’s talking about because you’re certain that you only keep a professional and friendly relationship with any man you know except of mark.

“haven sent me a lot of photos of you and other guys,” he remarks and now you understand, your eyes give your shameless coworker a death stare as she’s avoiding your gaze. “who has the interest in this affair first?”

“me,” mark responds. now he knows how to he honest. “i like her first.”

you let out a chuckle unexpectedly, “so you like hannah, sophia, iris and my best friend as well?” it’s unbelievable that you still have faith in this man even though he hit on your best friend once and she’s already warned you about it.

as mark can’t say anything to defend himself, you stand up, “i’ll pack up your things and send it to your address. don’t ever walk into my place again.” you give him the last peck on his thin lips and walk away but not before giving your coworker a reminder.

“you’ve heard what i said, i hope you’re not the one who chooses to be stupid now.”

slamming the door close, you let out a heavy breath, feeling you’re about to stumble on your weak knees. you love mark so much that it blinds you, no matter how many times you saw him with other women, you still pretended to be clueless. you keep him beside you since you think that he will change but it’s just your one-way deduction which unfortunately could not be true. you hold back the tears in your watering eyes, you will cry when you’re home, not before you get your work done.

[whump-a-la-mode]

unbind me? if you could continue the one in call me? or whatever you want :)

Yeah, of course! This doesn’t exactly have the escape part, so if you want me to write that, just say so. Thanks so much for the ask!

For this ask game. Continuation from here.

CW//Prison setting, isolation, solitary confinement, extreme scopophobia

“A state of the art containment facility?” Hero’s voice traveled throughout the hallway, bouncing off soundproofed glass walls back to their own ears.

“Yes. Designed with the input of just about every engineer, architect, and scientist in the city. Some even beyond that. A permanent solution to our villain problem.” Leader smiled-- a child, proud of their word, hoping for it to be placed upon the fridge.

“A permanent solution?”

“You spend far too much of your energy capturing your foes, only for them to escape once more. This is the solution. A complex with uniquely designed containment centers for each and every threat to the city, whether they’ve been captured yet or not. You only need to imprison them one last time. It’s inescapable.”

“Really?” Hero raised a brow. They couldn’t help feeling that someone was following them as they walked, even though they knew full well the noise was only that of their own footsteps, echoing back. “Inescapable?”

“So far, we have a perfect record. Not even a single escape attempt.”

“None?”

If Leader’s smile had grown any wider, it would have torn their cheeks.

“Not even one.”

“How?” The whole thing sounded too good to be true. An inescapable prison. The solution to all their problems.

“How about I show you? I can bring you to one of our special containment modules.”

“Isn’t that a bit... dangerous?”

“Maybe for some of our inmates, though I assure you that are all well secured. Not all of our containment modules are designed for... viewing. But some are perfectly fine to visit. I can bring you to one of our more harmless inmates, if you would prefer?”

“Sure.” Hero nodded. This whole thing seemed odd to them, and the facility’s ever-present chill did nothing to aid that. Neither did the ever-present eyes of the guards, standing stock still at every corner. Even their dogs did not move, not the slightest twitch of a tail.

“Let’s go, then!” Leader’s pace quickened. Hero kept as close to their side as they could manage-- the building was so labyrinthine that, had they strayed, they would certainly become lost. And the idea of asking a guard for directions was... less than amiable.

After far too much walking through far too many identical corridors, the two stopped before a simple, steel door, marked: “Special Containment.”

“Who’s in here?” Hero glanced to Leader.

“How about you see for yourself?”

A minute was passed in unlocking a series of deadlocks, until the door was at last pushed open.

The whirring was loud enough to practically make Hero jump. A thousand digital eyes spun to look at them. Countless security cameras, each staring through them. Hero was so focused on them, it took them a moment to even notice the cage in the room’s center.

The cylinder, stretching from floor to ceiling. The lowest few feet consisted of a black steel platform, while the rest was rendered in spotless glass.

The platform was empty, except for... What was that, in the center?

A pile of cloth, a chain...

A person.

“Who is that?”

“Do you remember Villain?”

“Um...” Hero blinked, furrowing their brow a moment. The name sounded familiar, but...

“They were one of our first inmates. You captured them about a year ago.”

A year ago. Yes, they remembered now. The memory made them nearly stumble.

“A year?”

“Yes. And not a single escape attempt!”

Hero’s gaze turned back to the shape in the cage’s center. Now that they looked, yes, they could vaguely make out the shape of a person-- sitting, legs tucked in to their chest, back facing the door.

They didn’t so much as look up.

“Can they hear us?”

“Nope.” Why did Leader sound so cheery about that? “Perfectly soundproofed glass. They don’t even know we’re here.”

“Oh. So... They stay here during the day?”

“During the day?”

“Yeah. Like, this is their cell?”

“I mean, yeah, it’s their cell.”

“So... they come out to eat and stuff?”

“Why would they do that?”

“You... You are feeding them, right?”

“Of course we’re feeding them, Hero. But they have no need to eat outside of their cell.”

“When was the last time they were, y’know, out of that thing?”

“Well, you captured them about a year ago.”

Hero felt bile rise in their throat.

A year. A year in a cage, surrounded by a million leering, digital gazes. Regarded like a zoo animal, yet given even less respect. Less dignity.

Villain... They remembered Villain. Their sharp tongue, their wit. Wouldn’t they have tried to escape? Yet, here, they weren’t so much as moving. So much as standing.

They’d given up.

Hero gripped Leader’s wrist before turning to them, grabbing their shoulders, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Give me the fucking keys.”

[ddarkhours]

SKZ masturbating headcanons

Word Count: 1990 for the full thing; Requested: Nope hehe i just really wanted to do this:D

a/n: this is maybe my third time ever doing headcanons so we’ll see how this goes but i really liked writing this and it was me just being thirsty more than me writing it lmao anyway enjoy

Chan

Minho

I think Chan jacks off a few times a week. I feel like he’d do it mostly at home or in the bathroom but the thought of him doing it in the studio has been in my mind for a while. Like normally he’d go in the shower and turn on the water to mask any sounds, but sometimes he’s in the studio and he just needs to relax y’know. Also all of those background noises in some 3racha songs. He would put on some loud music, even though the studio is soundproof you can never be too safe, he would pull up a video on his phone (you decide if the video is his or not), and just pull his dick out, not fully taking his pants off. I see him groaning a lot and just breathing heavy, not really moaning especially since he’s alone. His hand doesn’t feel the same as you but it’ll do in the moment. I don’t think it would take him too long to cum and when he’d finish he would stop his movements, holding his cock at the base and just letting it shoot, groaning after every string of cum, and maybe a hiss here and there, either over his hand or in a tissue for convenience sake. 

That curtain he has on his bed is really giving me many thoughts here hhh. Anyway. Because he sleeps naked and that curtain is there on his bed, we can all use our imaginations to see what usually goes down. Minho is a little shit, so I see him kind of being an exhibitionist and because he doesn’t share a bunk with anyone I can see him masturbating in his bed most of the time. I don’t think he’d be too into porn, I mean sure he watches it sometimes but he prefers to use his imagination here, thinking of what you two did last weekend or the last time you gave him head/he ate you out, your moans are occupying his mind while he does it. I feel like Minho likes to tease himself so he doesn’t cum too often. He’d rather have one mind blowing orgasm a week than a couple mediocre ones. I think he’d jerk himself off and edge himself a couple of times a week but not let himself cum, just for the thrill of it, to see how far he can take it, feeling himself half hard all day turns him on even more. And when he finally let’s himself cum he’d be so spent. Groaning a lot and moaning quietly, he’d slow down his hand to almost a painful speed going down towards the base of his dick. He’d shoot over his stomach and probably up to his chest since he hasn’t cum in a while and continue to move his hand until his dick is basically soft and his orgasm wore off.

Changbin

Now. Idk if it’s because they’re producers or What but I can also picture Changbin jerking off in the studio, but more often than Chan. He’d do it in there most of the times he does it, maybe a couple of times a week because he feels comfy in there. He would do it when he takes a break from work, he’d just let his mind wander and most of the time it ends up in the gutter. He’d start to think about you, he’d think about the last time you guys fucked, when he hit it from the back, the way you moved over his dick. I have a feeling he would rub his cock through his pants for most if not all of it, in case anyone knocks on the door or wants to come in. If anyone were to come in he would stop, immediately. He isn’t into showing off at all. Unless of course it was you but that’s not what this is about rn lmao. He might cum in his pants or pull his dick out just to cum, like Chan either over his hand or in a tissue, but I see him hissing a lot more than Chan, and when his orgasm hits slowing down and tugging towards his tip basically milking himself for as long as he can.

Hyunjin

OKAY. Hyunjin would do it at his desk, no questions asked. I think he’d watch a lot of porn. I think his favourite videos would be something of you, maybe a clip you sent him or something you filmed together, and I think he would really love it if it was a short clip that just looped over and over. He’d get so into it, matching his rhythm with the video. OH also he gives me the vibe of someone who’d use a cock ring:) just to drag it out a little longer. Also strikes me as the type of guy who’d pull his dick back and let it slap against his stomach. You know how dramatic Hyunjin is, he’d be moaning and groaning and throwing his head back when he got somewhat close to cumming, I think he also really likes dirty talk a lot so he’d whisper things as if you were there fhfdj. His head would fall back and he’d lean forward, spreading his legs more, squeezing near the tip and catching his cum in his other hand.

Jisung

Jisung is a bundle of energy, and I think he gets riled up easily so I see him jerking off almost probably every day. He doesn’t have a preference on where he does it, probably wherever he can get privacy at the moment and I also think he wouldn’t be embarrassed to ask for privacy. Like if he just got to the bathroom, rock hard from thinking about you all day, and someone tried to ask him to let them shower first he’d tell them straight up “Kinda have something I need to take care of”. Absolutely shameless. But sometimes when he wants to drag it out a bit or finally has some free time he gives the vibe that he’d have a fleshlight or those silicone eggs. He would pull up some videos on his laptop, imagining it’s you and that you’re riding him, thrusting up into the toy. He’d pull out to cum most of the time because cleaning it is a pain. He would jerk himself off so fast just trying to cum, his hand would go over his cock at lightning speed, letting out high pitched moans and shooting over his abs and just laying there with his dick in his hand as his heart rate calmed down… Alternatively if he’s super into it and just lost in the pleasure he’ll just let himself go and cum inside, shoving his dick as far as he can into it and holding it down as his spurts of cum would shoot inside.

Felix

Most of these have gone solo but even when jerking off Felix would want to do mutual masturbation or at the very least call you to hear your voice. Felix is so sweet:(( and he’s so clingy even if he can’t directly see you, he’d want you to talk dirty to him through the phone, and ask you to moan for him. I think he’d really be into facetiming and just watching you play with yourself, that’s what gets him off the most, knowing that you feel good too. He’d say things like “baby tell me how good you feel”, “I wish you were here with me” and such. I feel like he’d either ask you if he can cum or he’d ask you to cum with him. He’d be so into it, letting his head fall back and moaning super deep raspy moans, stroking his dick for you to see, shooting wherever it lands, he doesn’t care at that moment. If he was to do it alone I think he’d be into ruining his own orgasm and making himself cum a couple of times, doing this occasionally and only once or twice per round. He’d jerk off to the thought of you, using both hands to rub his cock and when he’d feel close he would remove his hands, leaving his body quivering, the thought of you pushing him closer and closer with his dick twitching until with one last breath he finally lets go and he cums just from the thought of you, your body, you taking him, he would moan and buck his hips into nothing, his seed landing all over himself and the floor/bed sheets. His spurts of cum would get weaker and weaker with each orgasm, until he finally let’s himself enjoy his orgasm and his cum would cover his hand.

Seungmin

Does it in the bathroom strictly, he’s a neat freak you can’t change my mind. Cumming anywhere besides the drain just seems messy and unhygienic. Seungmin is the only member that I don’t really have a clear picture in my head of. I feel like he could go both ways and just use his hands or have some sort of toy. I’m thinking vibrating cock ring so that he doesn’t have to use his hands as much. I can see him putting his arm on the wall and putting his face in the crook of his elbow to suppress any moans as he thinks of you. The vibrations of the ring are enough to make him cum on it’s own so his hand is stroking his dick slowly. oH he plays with his nipples a lot, even when he’s alone it makes him cum faster. He’d imagine you masturbating, his hand slowly starting to pick up speed until he’s breathing heavily, biting the inside of his arm, the vibrations of the toy making his legs shake and he’d spill his cum down the drain, his hand helping milk himself under the running water.

Jeongin

He’d do it a lot. He is the youngest so I’m imagining he would be horny a lot. He would do it on his bed as much as he could, laying on his back with his shirt pulled up and his shorts pulled down just enough for his cock and balls to be out with one hand behind his head. I think he watches a lot of porn too, maybe hentai but I’m not gonna go too deep into that. He would have his phone propped up either on some pillows in front of him or on the wall. He jerks off in waves- let me explain- he goes fast and brings himself closer to orgasm before slowing down, playing with his tip, massaging it for a little bit before going again. He’d do this a lot, everytime he would play with his tip he’d use his finger tips to massage behind the head where it feels reall good. It would make his legs shake and his cock twitch so much it would slip out of his hands sometimes, his jaw would hang open and he’d time it so it lines up with the best part of the video. When the person in the video cums it would send him reeling, it would be the tipping point that makes him cum. He would try to stay as quiet as possible, not only for the members not to hear him but also for his own enjoyment. He’d hold his hand still while he fucks up into it, pretending it’s the real thing. He’d aim for his stomach but with how good it feels it would be all over his bedsheets.

[blazingparker]

When I’m Like This, You’re the One I Trust

hello my lovelies!! I’m here with the one-shot I wrote as a massive THANK YOU to each and every one of my followers. When I started this, I had just reached 100 followers and now there are even a few more of you! I’m so grateful to each and every one of you, and I really hope you enjoy this fic.

This was inspired by the song Blinding Lights by the Weeknd. The specific stanza is referenced in my author’s note on ao3!

read it on ao3!

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It wasn’t often that Peter had a sensory overload, but when they did happen, they were...devastating. Physically, mentally devastating.

This was one of those days.

Peter woke up with a pounding headache, every brush against the fabric of his pajamas or his sheets feeling like fire licking along his skin. Tony was apparently making breakfast for them, evidenced by the fact that Peter could hear every clunk of a dish being set on the counter and the crack of an egg that fell into a sizzling pan.

Against his better judgment, Peter cracked open his eyes. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of their bedroom was normally a welcome sight, warming his skin and making him feel like a cat stretching out into the rays. Today, though, it was a blinding assault on his eyes that made him whimper and try to curl away from it, only to be met with more burning sensation from the fabric.

“Good morning, Peter,” FRIDAY greeted him, and the young man actually let out a soft cry at that. The voice, normally bearable, was so incredibly loud that he could barely stand it. He reached his hands up to cover his ears, trying to do something -- anything -- to make it better.

“FRIDAY, activate Spider Shutdown Protocol,” a voice whispered, but to Peter it sounded like a normal volume. FRIDAY didn’t respond verbally to the command, as she was relegated to listening only while the protocol was activated. Immediately, the windows were blacked out and the light blocked from the room. The heater kicked in, since Peter had told Tony once that his inability to thermoregulate seemed even worse when he was like this. Though they made no sound, Peter knew the walls of their bedroom had been soundproofed as well. He wouldn’t have to deal with hearing all the sounds of Avengers tower as people began to wake up and go about their days.

“Hey, my love,” Tony whispered as he carefully sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are we having a bad spider-senses day?” He asked, reaching out as if to smooth his hand down Peter’s back before pulling away, realizing that might not be a good move right now.

“Yeah,” Peter whispered back in a hoarse voice, feeling tears prick at his eyes. “Sorry for ruining breakfast, it was really sweet of you to cook.” He hid his face in the pillow despite the pain it brought him, trying to keep Tony from noticing his tears. His boyfriend knew him better than that, though, picking up on how his voice wavered slightly. He might not be able to see Peter, but he knew him well enough by now to know how he was feeling even without that.

“Honey, no,” he murmured back immediately. “You didn’t ruin anything, hear me? If anything, you saved our frying pan from getting another egg burnt onto it. We’ll eat whenever you’re ready, and not a moment sooner.” Peter relaxed somewhat at that, summoning the energy to scoot closer to Tony in their bed.

“Okay. Thank you,” he whispered. After a few moments of silence, Peter reached out for Tony’s hand. Finding it, he guided it to rest lightly in his hair, sighing softly in happiness as the man began to ever so gently card his fingers through his curls.

“You’re okay with touching?” Tony asked, voice still soft as he continued his motions. Peter instinctively went to nod, but stopped himself and instead just turned his head towards Tony’s voice. He didn’t want to make his headache even worse.

“You, yes,” he clarified. “Anyone else...no.” Tony felt his heart swell at that admission, knowing that he was the one Peter trusted when he was like this. Not anyone else.

“I’m honored,” he said truthfully, smiling down at Peter in the dark. Peter blushed, instinctively turning his face away from Tony as though to hide it, forgetting there was no way his boyfriend could see it in the dark.

The two stayed there for a while, in the dark and in silence. Peter’s headache was still raging but the feeling of Tony’s hand in his hair and the darkness of the bedroom were steadily making things better. He was so grateful for Tony’s endless patience, how there was never a sign of irritation or restlessness. It was like there was nothing Tony would rather do than stay here with Peter - and knowing him, that was probably true.

“How about a bath? We can get those pajamas off you, if they don’t feel good on your skin?” Tony eventually suggested. Peter had complained to him before about the feeling of sheets or clothes on his skin when he was like this, unable to handle the sensation. When everything was too much, even the smallest thing made everything seem all the more unbearable.

“You just want to see me naked,” Peter grumbled back, but the amusement in his voice was clear. Tony huffed out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.

“It’s too dark for that, Peter. But I won’t deny I always enjoy the view,” he shot back with a wink that his boyfriend couldn’t see. After much playful grumbling, Tony was able to help Peter up and out of their bed and move them to the bathroom.

“Okay, cover your ears, my dear. The water might be too loud. I’m still working on that dampener,” Tony said once they got to the bathroom, gently helping Peter hop up onto the counter and going to start the bath. He added Peter’s favorite bath bomb - eucalyptus and lavender, something Tony had made specially for him. Peter had loved the eucalyptus and mint scent from Bath & Body Works before the spider bite, but afterwards the smell and taste of mint had become unbearable. After mentioning that particular fact to Tony off-handedly one night, the mechanic had traded his Iron Man gauntlets for bath bombs and room sprays, determined to create something Peter would like.

Once the bathtub was filled, Tony turned off the water and immediately returned to Peter’s side. He helped the young man out of his pajamas, FRIDAY wordlessly increasing the lights in the room by just a small percentage so he could see and keep himself from whacking Peter in the face or something.

“In we go,” Tony murmured when they were finally ready for their bath, helping his boyfriend down from the counter and easing the two of them into the warm water. He leaned back against the wall of the tub, pulling Peter into his chest so all he had to feel was the water and Tony’s skin - not cold tile. Peter’s tense, coiled muscles immediately began to relax and the younger man let out a contented sigh.

“Has anyone ever told you you’re the best boyfriend ever?” Peter asked, almost in a daze as he rested in the water with Tony. There was no blinding light, no fire on his skin, no sounds except for the water and their shared breathing. Everything was so much better, and he had Tony to thank.

“Oh, you’re going to want to be careful with those compliments. The team is always bitching about the size of my ego already,” Tony joked, beaming when he earned a small little laugh from the man in his arms.

“Mmm, I’ll beat them up for you. I’ve already stolen Cap’s shield once, I’ll do it again,” Peter mused softly, smiling sweetly when Tony leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“My hero,” Tony murmured back, but his voice had lost all its playfulness in favor of sincerity. He wanted -- no, needed -- Peter to know just how important he was to him. After an episode like this, the younger hero could have a tendency to get in his own head, blame himself for “putting Tony out” or “making Tony deal with him.” The older man was hoping to get ahead of that this time - maybe prevent that guilt from manifesting at all.

“I’m so glad you trust me to take care of you when you’re like this,” he whispered. “I love you so much, Peter. So, so much. Every part of you. Good days and bad days.” Peter twisted in Tony’s arms, looking up at him.

“I love you too,” he said, voice a little stronger now. “Thank you for taking care of me. You-you make it better.” Peter lifted a hand and stroked Tony’s cheek, droplets of water falling into that impeccable goatee.

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Tony said with a soft smile, leaning into the touches on his skin and turning his head to press a soft kiss to Peter’s palm. The two remained there, whispering sweet things to each other and exchanging soft caresses until the water ran cold. Only when Peter started to shiver did Tony dare to move.

“Time to get you nice and warm, and maybe get some food into you. You feeling up to any lights?” He asked, climbing out of the tub and grabbing towels for them both.

“If they’re low, we can try it,” Peter agreed, smiling as he got out and was immediately wrapped in the softest, warmest towel he’d ever felt. FRIDAY brought the lights up just enough so they could see each other but it was far from their normal brightness.

“We’re okay?” Tony asked, drawing Peter into his arms and holding onto him before dropping a kiss to the top of his boyfriend’s hair.

“We’re okay,” Peter murmured back, tucking his face into Tony’s neck and pressing a soft kiss to the skin there. “Thanks to you.”

“Anytime, Peter.” Tony got to work on drying them both off and dressing them both in his clothes. Peter initially wasn’t thrilled, forgetting that Tony’s clothes always felt so much better than his own. His disappointment quickly faded when he was wrapped up in soft fabrics and Tony’s cologne.

“Breakfast?” He asked hopefully, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. Tony finished putting his shirt on and turned to look at him with a smile.

“Sure. What are you feeling?” He asked.

“Toaster waffles?” Peter asked, blushing a little bit as he glanced away. “The chocolate chip ones, maybe?”

“If that’s what my Peter wants, that’s what he shall have,” Tony said with a charming smile and a wink, holding out his hand. Peter smiled shyly back at him, reaching out a hand covered by the sleeve of Tony’s sweater. Their hands clasped together and the smile went from shy to positively radiant.

Sensory overload days were tough, for sure. But Tony always knew how to make them better, and Peter was grateful for that.

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Shaw’s 2021 Birthday Event (Prologue)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for an event which has not been released in EN! 🍒

Bzzt bzzt bzzt... CRASH...! BOOM!!

Even before I reach the entrance of Live House, a tremendous and ear-piercing sound from the front gives me a fright.

MC: What’s going on here...

Shaw: Renovation.

A voice suddenly drifts from behind me, and I whip my head around in surprise.

MC: Shaw, why do you appear and disappear like a shadow?!

Shaw: You were the one who didn’t hear my footsteps. What’s up?

MC: Erm...

Actually, I didn’t make a trip here to look for Shaw. In fact, I deliberately wanted to avoid Shaw and do some scouting in secret.

Since he has caught me red-handed, I can only force out a laugh.

MC: Why is Live House suddenly undergoing renovations?

The degree at which I forcefully change the topic causes Shaw to arch his brows, but he doesn’t expose me.

Shaw: There was a water seepage in one of the walls recently. While it was being repaired, they decided to tidy the entire place, and shift the storage out.

MC: I see... so now that Live House is undergoing renovations, where will you be practising? The antique store?

Shaw: ...

Shaw is glances at me, somewhat speechless.

Shaw: With the soundproofing of Westmoon Street, even a strum of the bass can be heard in the vicinity. People might think that I’m making a living as a street performer.

MC: Where will you go then...

Shaw: I’ll just practise at home.

MC: That house of yours doesn’t seem to have much soundproofing either... hey!

I suddenly feel an icy sensation on my head, and a hard object hits my temple.

Shaw: It’d be soundproof with some fixing up. Take this.

MC: This is...?

Shaw: My house key. I’m heading off to do fieldwork with the Old Man this week. Someone will send foam materials in a few days. When the time comes, help me sign and accept them.

MC: That’s not a problem... when will you be back?

Shaw: It depends on the situation. The latest will be next week.

MC: He should be able to make it...

Shaw: Make it for what?

MC: N-nothing much. Didn’t we agree that you’d take me skateboarding at the bowl next week? Did you forget? I’ve been preparing for it since a long time ago!

When Shaw sees me brimming with spirit, the corners of his lips hook upwards.

Shaw: Relax, I didn’t forget. I’ve also been preparing to watch you tripping and falling over since a long time ago.

MC: Shaw!

I wave my fist at him angrily, quarrelling with Shaw as usual.

The key is gripped tightly in my palm, the cold and uneven metal edges fitting snugly against my skin.

My train of thought flashes back to the time when I visited Shaw’s home on the second day of the lunar New Year.

Shaw spends most of his time either in Live House or in the antique store. He seldom returns home.

That house... is a little bare.

Since Live House is undergoing renovations, perhaps I could implement my “secret plan” in a different location.

After all, there are only a few days till... his birthday.

-

MC: Will hanging two balloons on the left make it a little more symmetrical? ...but it’d look slightly stiff if it’s symmetrical.

Just as I’m at a loss regarding how to better spruce up the room, my phone makes a soft sound.

The designs from the handicraft shop are here.

-

[ INBOX ]

Title: Merchandise Order Confirmation

Sender: Augenstern Studio

Receiver: MC

Date: 16 June 2021 (Wednesday)

Dear Customer,

The embroidery patches that you wish to custom-make at our shop have been designed. Please confirm whether the designs meet your requirements. We will deliver it as soon as possible. Thank you for choosing us.

Option 1: Lowest Note

Option 2: Carbonate Taste

Option 3: Ling

[Note] Shaws name in Chinese is Ling Xiao (凌肖), and “Ling” is his surname

Select the style that is to your liking. Once you’ve sent it to us, we will have it delivered as soon as possible.

-

After selecting the embroidery patch, I scroll to the trending section on the page.

MC: These stickers are so cool! I can even design the pattern myself. Which pattern would Shaw like...

Option 1: Small heart

Option 2: Small lightning

Option 3: Small bunny

-

After placing my order and closing the payment page, I receive a call from Shaw.

Shaw: Have you received the soundproofing foam?

MC: I received it yesterday... it’s such a huge box!!

Shaw: Of course I need to do the soundproofing properly. Since you’ve received it, just place it near the door. I’ll handle it when I get back.

MC: Do you know the exact date you’d be back?

Shaw: Yup, this Sunday. The birthday plans you have for the following day won’t be delayed.

MC: ...!

How did he know? I did such a good job keeping it a secret!

After hearing my gasp, Shaw chuckles softly through the phone. When he speaks again, his voice carries with it a teasing lilt.

Shaw: Are you going to ask about how I knew?

MC: Not at all! Don’t let your imagination wander. I didn’t even plan to celebrate your birthday!

Shaw: Really? You really didn’t torment my house? You really didn’t prepare a pile of balloons, colourful ribbons, and leave presents all over the place?

MC: ...

Gripping my phone, I look at the balloons, colourful ribbons, and the presents I have yet to wrap in front of me, my face so warm that I can almost fry an egg on it.

The person on the other end of the line is still laughing. I can almost imagine his eyebrows arching underneath his fringe. 

I let out a forceful “hmph”, not wanting to give him a chance to make a joke out of me.

MC: Oh~ So this is why you gave me the key? Turns out that you were really looking forward to balloons, colourful ribbons and all sorts of presents?

Shaw: ...?

Hearing the other person choke, I recover some lost ground, and my mood turns great.

MC: Since you’re looking forward to it this much, I’ll reluctantly decorate the place for you then. I’ll definitely let Property Owner Shaw have an unforgettable birthday. When you check it, remember to give a positive evaluation.

Across the faint sound of electrical currents, Shaw very obviously clenches his jaw.

Shaw: ...very good. I’ll wait and see.

Shaw’s Summer Solstice Date: here

[britishassistant]

Consider for the Supervillain AU: Yuu is currently playing Hostage for one of the Dorms when they hear a crashing sound from another room. Thinking it’s one of the RSA boys, they decide not to engage Prefect Time.

Turns out, it’s one of the other NRC villain teams pulling a raid on their current captors. When said raiders spot Yuu as a hostage, they take them along and end up protecting them.

After getting out the Villains base, the Raiding Team and Yuu take a quick breath at a designated rendezvous point.

Playing the role of Innocent Hostage, Yuu thanks the Raiding Villain team for Saving them.

“‘Save you’?” They say. “More like...’under new management’”

Yuu can’t even finish a word before they felt themselves getting regagged again (maybe in a different style to reflect the dorm that just ‘saved’ them). Yuu knows that they’re going to get a major headache from all this nonsense

Bonus points for the villains being petty and sending a picture to the Villain Dorm that just got raided of not only the stuff they stole but one adorable Hostage as well they found along the way

Thank you for the ask, dear anon!

Something’s... off today.

Yuu’s sitting in their cell in the lair, shuffling and reshuffling a deck of playing cards to try and pass the time.

They were trying to subtly gather information about Royal Flush’s latest heist from Ace and Deuce while playing Go Fish, but then both minions’ phones went off. The pair of them grabbed their weapons and left, promising that whatever was going on would take no more than five minutes.

That was ten minutes ago.

Maybe it’s that “Champion” hero again, trying to reclaim that topaz Royal Flush stole two nights ago. He causes enough collateral damage that his presence would certainly warrant a call for all hands on deck, especially if Niko Niko Neko has decided to lend him some help. Poor Ace of Diamonds still has a fractured collarbone from the heroes’ last “collaboration”, though at least Seven of Spades finally has the cast off her foot.

The cell block is soundproofed, so even if the reporter strains their ears, they can hear nothing of what could be going on in the rest of the base. The sound of cards flipping between their fingers is doing little to settle their nerves.

Yuu’s arm brushes against the brim of their fedora.

No. No need to be hasty. It’ll look too suspicious if The Prefect appears from the cells and it turns out to just be the RSA heroes saving the day after all. Plus the haphazard stitches from where Ace’s throwing cards cut into their ribs still haven’t healed enough that they won’t get pulled if Yuu starts running around willy-nilly, and then how will they explain the blood? There’s no need to jump to conclusions. There probably isn’t anything seriously wr—

A loud crash echoes from the entrance to the cell block.

Yuu stands, shoving the deck of cards into a pocket of their blazer. They rush to the bars of their cell, trying to peer through and see what the source of the noise is.

Thick plaster is rolling in from the entrance, obscuring their vision. They think they can glimpse the sight of the door, a twisted mess of wood and metal lodged in the opposing wall.

What in the name of the Great Seven could’ve—?!

The reporter’s blood runs cold at the sound of a low, rumbling growl.

It almost sounds like a dog warning an unwelcome intruder, if that dog were much, much bigger than even a Great Dane had any business being.

Not a dog then. Yuu exhales, and calls out in their most level voice. “Hello? Is someone there?”

If it’s a monster, it can probably already smell them if it’s growling like that, and the bars should provide some measure of defense if it attacks so Yuu can figure out how to subdue it enough to run. If it’s not a monster...

The growl grows louder, but also...less, somehow? As if it had changed outputs or something, like going from listening in stereo to through headphones.

A figure becomes visible through the dust and gloom. One that’s as tall and built as Yuuken is. Oh dear.

An angry looking man with white hair in a rough-and-tumble outfit looms in front of the cell, arms crossed and one pointed ear on the top of his head flickering. A beastman, probably some kind of canine if the growl was any indication.

The reporter fights the urge to swallow nervously. “Excuse me, but you aren’t one of Royal Flush’s minions, are you? Who are you? Are-were you being held captive too?”

The beastman doesn’t answer their questions. Instead, he barks, “You’re that reporter, right? The one who gets captured a lot.”

Yuu’s mouth flattens into a line, but they nod. Oh Seven, they hope that’s not what they’re becoming famous for. “Well, I am a hostage here, and I am a reporter for TWST local news. Yuu Radcliffe, and you are?”

The beastman grimaces, looking even angrier at the admission. “Get back.”

They obligingly let go of the bars and back up a few steps, shuffling away a few more when another growl ripples out the man’s chest. They tilt their head as he seizes the bars they were just holding. Wait, what does he think he’s—

There’s a hideous shriek of metal as the beastman’s muscles ripple and the bars bend apart like they’re no more than wet clay. The reporter can see indents of his grip left from where he pushed at the steel.

Yuu feels a little lightheaded, staring blankly as the beastman steps into the cell. They do startle when he pulls what looks like a small black sack out of his pocket, holding it out to their head. “Hey, what-?!”

“You wanna get out of here?” The beastman says brusquely. “You wear this.”

There’s a sinking feeling in Yuu’s gut, but the way he’s brandishing the sack makes them think he’s not about to take “no” for an answer. They doubt they could outrun him at this range, given that he’s blocking the new exit out of the cell. The reporter reluctantly takes the bag and pulls it on over their head, wincing as their field of vision goes dark.

They can’t help the yelp they make as they’re suddenly scooped up by a pair of unseen arms and held a little too tightly for comfort. Yuu contemplates trying to squirm out of his grip, and then remembers what his hands did to the steel bars. Instead they just try to make themselves as small as possible as the beastman starts to run.

It’s disconcerting, hearing so much noise after being stuck in the soundproofed cellblock for so long. Screams, yells, cries, and howls, the sounds of a battle they can’t see raging around them. Yuu thinks they hear their name being called out once, but it’s drowned out as the beastman picks up speed and the scent of roses and strawberries is replaced by the fresher, more noxious air of the city outside.

Their ride takes so many twists and turns that Yuu can barely keep track of where they are relative to Royal Flush’s lair, let alone where they’re headed. They honestly feel a little motion sick by the time the beastman slows down, and releases one arm to push open what sounds like a creaky metal door.

It feels like a wall of heat and noise hits the reporter in the face. There’s lots of loud complaining and ribbing from what sounds like a large and rowdy group of people, and the grip of the man carrying them gets tighter, tucking them closer to his chest.

One voice rises above the rest. “Oi, Jack-kun, what took you so long? We were beginning to think you’d run off with our little guest there.”

“Jack-kun’s” hold tightens again at the sound of that voice, to the point where Yuu is beginning to get worried that they’re going to end up like the bars on their cell back in the lair. His voice is clipped as he bites out, “Had to lose a tail, senpai. Got sidetracked.”

The world tilts oddly and it takes the reporter a moment to get their feet under them and not stumble as they are finally, finally set down. One of “Jack’s” arms remains clamped on their shoulder, steadying them and preventing them from moving too far away from him.

“Well, you’re both in one piece!” The new voice comes closer. “Now let’s see the reporter who went and got Royal all bent out of shape, huh?”

They wince when the bag is pulled off their head suddenly, blinking in the sudden light. The face of another beastman swims in front of their eyes before their gaze finally focuses, greyish eyes and dyed blond hair with much more rounded ears perched atop it. The glimmering orange jewel the size of a canatloupe he’s clutching in one hand isn’t exactly helping any with how it keeps refracting light into the reporter’s eyes.

The same orange jewel that Royal Flush stole from the pier two nights ago.

The sinking feeling in the pit of their stomach only grows.

“Well, I don’t see the appeal.” The beastman declares. “Maybe that midget just has weird taste.”

“Ouch.” Yuu forces a thin smile onto their face. Play along, keep calm, keep the levity up. “You’ll hurt my feelings at this rate.”

“Hey, truth hurts.” The beastman shrugs, spreading his hands wide. “Woulda thought a nosy journo like you would know that by heart, with all the dirt you dig up.”

“You would think so.” Yuu chuckles weakly. “Well, thank you all so much for rescuing me from Royal Flush’s lair, in any case.”

The ears on Jack’s head flatten slightly, and he glares at a spot on the floor by Yuu’s feet.

Well. That’s disappointing. Unsurprising, given that everyone here is also in an outlandish form of uniform without being clowns, but disappointing all the same.

“Shi hi hi hi hi. Oh, I wouldn’t call it ‘rescued’.” The beastman chuckles, grinning unsettlingly wide. “More like...under new management.”

Yuu stares at the minion.

“Wow. Wow.” The reporter tells him flatly. “I hope your boss pays you well to say stuff like that.”

The beastman shrugs again, grin not diminishing in the slightest. “Four figures, with holiday bonuses and healthcare. It’s a pretty good gig.”

Yuu tilts their head in acknowledgement. It’s better than their current working conditions, they’ll give him that.

“Ah, before I forget. No point in a good raid without a celebration photo, right?” The blond man pulls out a smart phone and waggles it in one hand. “That’s what that selfie junkie of Royal Flush’s likes to do, right? Jack-kun, you get in too.”

It’s sad that this barely makes it into the top five most surreal selfies that Yuu has ever taken. Even when the senior minion orders Jack-kun to curl a hand around their throat, gripping tight enough to make their breath go short, while the blond man holds the jewel up by their face in a place of prominence. “Make sure to look nice and menaced now, kay~? Shi hi hi hi hi.”

The camera flash goes off, once, twice. Then the phone comes down, and the hand comes off the reporter’s throat. They try to suck in a series of deep breaths as discreetly as they can.

“Great expression there, really selling the unwilling captive shtick.” The beastman pats their cheek condescendingly, thumb moving over the screen of the phone until there’s the ping of a Magicam upload. “Ok, let’s get your hands and legs tied and hood back on. Oh, and I’d watch your mouth when I meet the boss man, if I were you. You’ve got an audience with the King, after all.”

“Do you get a raise every time you spout off a line like that?” Yuu grumbles as the deeply frowning Jack is handed a length of rope and begins looping it around their wrists.

“Not yet!” The beastman calls back jovially as he strides away, admiring the topaz in his hand and barking orders to all the other henchpeople milling around.

“...Sorry.” Jack mutters by their feet as he finishes the tight knot binding their ankles together.

“It’s okay.” Yuu murmurs back, as he picks up the bag to place it back on their head. “You're just doing your job, right?”

And they’ll just be doing theirs, the reporter thinks to themselves as the darkness descends again and they’re hoisted up over the minion’s shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

Maybe they’ll finally get to learn why the topaz is so important to both Royal Flush and their current captor that it was worth staging a raid on another supervillain’s lair to get it. At the very least they’ll have the opportunity to interview this “King” to uncover his side of the story...

That is, if he doesn’t somehow work out whose biological child they are first.

[danny-chase]

Delirium - read on AO3

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman (Comics), Titans (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne & Dick Grayson, Roy Harper & Lian Harper, Lian Harper & Dick Grayson, Lian Harper & Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Tim Drake & Roy Harper Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Roy Harper, Lian Harper Additional Tags: Hopsitals, delirious, Anxiety, Panic, POV Tim Drake, Canon Divergence, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Damian Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Tim Drake is Bad at Feelings, Hurt Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is Batman, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Lian never died, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Dick Grayson gets a forehead kiss, Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Caring Batfamily (DCU), fluff at the end, Teen Titans as Family, Tim Drake emotional whump, Damian Wayne emotional whump, Lian Harper is a ray of stubborn sunshine on a cloudy day, gunshot wound, Head Wound, Coloring Books Series: Part 4 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:

The one where Tim has to be the oldest for like five minutes and decides he doesn't like it (but does a good job anyways).

Full story under cut

“Alvin? Alvin… Draper?” A nurse called from across the room. Tim pulled his head out of his hands, careful not to jostle his fake moustache. “This way please.” She intoned, waving a hand towards a bustling hallway.

Damian nearly leapt out of the stiff plastic chair, and he slowly followed suit, trying to act causal. He doubted he was fooling anyone; his legs shook as he walked forward, and he was pretty sure he left a ring of butt sweat on his seat. Taking deep breaths to calm his fraying nerves, he concentrated on taking steady steps forward – he didn’t care much for Damian, but there was no way he’d let a child go through this sort of thing alone. Especially one who probably had never visited someone in the hospital (let alone been in one) before.

 He’d gotten a panicked call from Barbara a few days ago. Gotham in ruins, streets in chaos… the usual. Bruce was gone. He couldn’t miraculously pull them out of these things anymore. The first Batman was dead, and this time… they could lose the second.

 “Report.” Damian demanded, his harsh tone penetrating Tim’s thoughts. He was suddenly aware of the chaos of the hallway, of people jostling them as they rushed by, a cacophony of machines squealing and loud voices, and bright lights illuminating tacky flooring. He’d fallen a pace behind and quickened his step to stand firmly next to his… little brother.

 As much he’d tried to deny it, at the end of the day, that’s what bound them. Fealty to a dead man, he’d once hoped they could be something more – but this family was ripping apart at the seams and Tim had to wonder what even kept them all here anymore.

 Though – that wasn’t hard to figure out.

 Dick was in trouble, and he came running. He’d been in trouble and Dick had come running. They were brothers in every sense of the word, without Bruce tying them together. His stomach clenched at the thought that it might all be lost to him forever, and he swallowed the bile burning at the top of his throat.

 Dick had this way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world – when you talked to him, he listened, gave advice, and would drop anything to help. He quickly crawled his way into your life, cementing you as family. Things were never perfect, and they’d had their fights, but Dick always bent first, forgiveness freely given rather than earned. Tim had needed that. And from what little time they’d spent together, he knew Damian did too.

 Panic. That was the only way to describe how he felt. He couldn’t be that for Damian – he couldn’t be Dick. He let out a shaky breath – Dick had to be fine – he couldn’t – not after Bruce – he couldn’t do this again – he was on the verge of shattering after finally picking up all the broken pieces of himself and –

 “I said, report.” Damian squeaked. He jolted back into reality, steading his breath, and replaying the last few minutes, his mind trying to catch up.

 The nurse seemed unamused, her nostrils flaring and brow tight as she glanced back. “Sorry, my brother’s a little uhh… stressed…?” He stammered, not wanting to offend Damian – or worse, start an argument in a crowded hallway. But he didn’t flinch at the comment, a testament to the seriousness of the situation they found themselves in.

 Dick was shot in the back of the head, and Tim honestly had no idea if they’d gotten him medical attention in time. He could be comatose for the rest of his life, would never breathe on his own, never talk to them again, never walk, never think, never… god… he’d never talk to Dick again, and it was all his fault for being too late, too unprepared, too much of a failure to-

 “The operation went well, we need to keep him for observation, but we’re hopeful he’ll make a full recovery in a month or two.” Tim blinked back tears as a weight lift off his shoulders, bringing a hand up, covering his eyes for just a second. He looked up to find Damian frozen; too stunned to move. He gently placed an arm around his shoulders, tugging him along so he wouldn’t be swept up in the tide. Surprisingly, that much was allowed today, the child’s thoughts were elsewhere, so Tim focused his thoughts on him.

 Damian was only ten. And he’d almost lost Dick to a fate worse than death, after seeing him shot before his eyes, helpless to stop it. They didn’t have hospitals in the League, it was kill or be killed, and then there were the pits. Had he ever watched someone recover naturally?

 “He’ll be okay.” Tim hissed, in a tone that only Damian could hear. Damian startled back into the present, glaring at him briefly, shaking off Tim’s hand, and storming after the nurse. He kept his expression carefully out of view.

 They turned into a private hospital room, pulling the door shut behind her, and winked. “Timothy Drake-Wayne and Damian Wayne, I presume.”

 He could feel the kid freeze beside him, his own heart threatening to escape his throat.

 “Oh, sorry - don’t panic, I’m with STAR Labs, we’ve worked with Richard and his team for years.” Damian huffed in annoyance. “Your identities aren’t compromised; Oracle made the arrangements for our team to take over when he arrived.” She passed her clipboard to Tim. “The walls are soundproof, you can stay as long as you want, I trust you can get out on your own, and it’s not like I’m going to stop you if you decide to stay longer than I recommend.” She sighed. “Just, don’t distress the patient, he’ll be confused when he wakes up, it’s normal. Call if you need, our monitoring systems are top notch, we’ll be watching – but not listening of course.”

 And with that, the nurse turned on her heel, exiting as fast as she’d arrived, leaving Tim opened mouthed next to a wide-eyed Damian.

 He watched as the door slowly turned on its hinges, picking up speed until it slammed shut. Almost immediately it popped back open. “If he tries to get up, don’t let him escape.” She rolled her eyes. “You human patients are always the worst.” And with that, she was gone. A few awkward, silent moments passed.

 “Are you coming, Drake?” Damian’s voice had lost its normal edge, as he determinedly stared at the windows. He couldn’t see Dick from where they stood, but he could make out the edge of the bed, a pure white sheet neatly tucked under the edge.

 He shifted, hesitantly - he always hated this part. But regardless, he took the lead, striding forward, and allowing Damian the comfort of walking in someone’s shadow. Because even if he wouldn’t say it, there was no way the kid wanted to do this alone. He couldn’t replace Dick – was thankful he didn’t have to, but this – this was the least he could do.

 Hospital beds have this way of making the people inside them seem smaller. Tim braced himself as he stepped into view, and well, it could be worse. Dick was out cold, drooling on his pillow still hooked up to a few monitors, which steadily droned and beeped in the background. A lump of gauze and bandages swathed the base of his skull.

 Damian flitted past his side to sit in the chair next to the bed, and Tim sprang into action, taking the chair next to the window. He flipped through the charts without really reading anything, and the two sat in stony silence. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled through dozens of missed calls and unanswered texts before shoving it back in his pocket.

 He spared a glance at Damian - he was curled up in the chair, grimacing and staring at the wall. He didn’t dare try saying anything more, lest they start fighting in Dick’s hospital room. He contented himself with staring out the window, watching the dawn break, violets and purples dancing across the sky. The sun rose with pinks and oranges blossoming soon after.

 Things would be okay. They had to be okay. He slowed his breathing, focusing on the sky rather than the scent of disinfectant. The steady beep of machines slowly fading into the distance. Closing his eyes, he could pretend for a moment, that this was normal. He was in a hotel, maybe on a vacation, in some city that wasn’t destroyed every few months. There had to be a place like that still out there.

 A little chickadee hopped around on the windowsill, fluttering back and forth, before flying off again. “Bye.” Tim snapped to attention, whirling around to find Dick squinting out the window. Damian sprung out of his chair. “Bruce?” He asked confusedly, frowning at Damian.

 Panic flickered across the kid’s face, and he recoiled, stepping back. “No. I’m Damian, don’t be foolish.” His voice wobbled at the end, and Tim’s heart throbbed painfully at the way Damian stiffened, meticulously shutting off any signs of vulnerability.

 “Remember what the nurse said, he’s going to be confused for a bit.” Tim reminded, striding over to sit at the edge of the bed. Dick went back to looking at the now closed window. “Dick, you with us?” He leaned into Dick’s line of sight, trying for a smile, and waited for a minute before leaning back. “I’m going to take that as a no.”

 “-tt-” Damian stepped forwards again. “Don’t bother him, Drake.” He spat.

 Tim didn’t really know what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. Damian climbed back into his chair, tucking his legs up to sit crisscrossed, his back stiff and upright. Tim grabbed his chair, pulling it closer to the edge of the bed. He placed a hand over Dick’s, rubbing a finger over his knuckles, taking comfort in the fingers twitching slightly under his own.

 Dick was alive. He would live. Would recover. He hadn’t lost his older brother.

 “His name’s Tim.” Dick mumbled after a few minutes. Damian rolled his eyes. “Tim.” Dick repeated, his eyes glassy as they gazed through Damian’s forehead.

 “Yeah?” Tim lightly tapped Dick’s hand. He didn’t move from his focus.

 “Tim. Tim. Tim. Tim.” He continued repeating Tim’s name, staring up at the ceiling.

 “Why is he doing that?” Damian demanded, jumping out of his chair. Dick obliviously repeated the word, seemingly unaffected. “Drake, she said the operation went <em>well</em>.”

 “I dunno.” He sighed, Dick probably had no idea what was going on, nor would he remember this. “Look, he’s delirious, he’s going to be messed up for a bit. He got shot in the head.”

 “I know that. I was there. But if the operation was successful, then why-”

 The door opened, and they fell silent, footsteps approaching. Roy Harper poked around the corner; a phone pressed to his ear. “Okay, he doesn’t look too bad, all things considered. Hey, you, kid, you should actually answer your fu-fudging phone.”

 “That’s a dollar for the swear jar.” A little girl, Lian, he presumed, materialized at his side. She carried a bag with her and zoomed over to Damian. “Daddy says you like to color, so I brought crayons.” She grabbed a pack from her bag and shoved them at him. Damian looked mildly disgusted but took them anyway. “Say thank you.” Lian demanded.  

 Damian opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Tim glanced at Roy, he winked, doing his best not to laugh as he finished talking with whoever was on the phone.

 “Thank you.” Dick replied, patting Lian’s head. His eyes seemed to find hers before darting away to stare at the ceiling.

 “Not you.” She groaned. “Him.” She pointed at Damian.

 “Thank you.” He repeated. Lian cracked a smile, giggling.

 “Don’t laugh, it isn’t funny – he’s delirious.” Damian replied harshly, eyes narrowing. Lian shrugged, turning, almost sizing him up. She was only maybe an inch shorter than him, if he had to venture a guess.

 “Uncle Dick is always happier when you laugh.” She pointed out. “It’s contagious.” Sure enough, a wide looping grin had materialized on Dick’s face.

 “But we’re in a hospital.” Damian looked outraged; his hands balled in little fists.

 “Daddy says laughter is the best medicine.” She retorted, crossing her arms. Roy tossed his phone (it landed perfectly in the center of the little dresser next to the bed), and scooped up his daughter in a big hug, sweeping her off the ground.

 “Look, kid.” He looked down at Damian. “I know this is scary and it sucks, but my kid’s got a point.” He kissed the top of her head, prompting more giggles. “She’s a smart cookie, and this isn’t exactly her first rodeo.” Damian’s ears flushed, his face unchanged, but his ears beet red.

 “This is not my first rodeo, and if you were more competent, than-”

 “If Dick was a dumb-, I mean, if he was more competent, we wouldn’t be here.” Roy pointed out, speaking over Damian. Lian smacked his face lightly.

 “Daddy, that’s rude.” Roy rolled his eyes. Dick started speaking in a language Tim vaguely recognized, looking displeased at the argument.

 “Sweetie, I’m trying to make a point.” He set her down, ruffling her hair. “Why don’t you get out the coloring book and let Damian pick out a page.” Damian opened his mouth to comment, but Roy cut him off. “Look, you should see how happy Dick is when Lian gives him coloring pages. I think he’s earned one from you.” Damian closed his mouth. His brain seemingly compiling the information. “What she said isn’t wrong, he’ll recover faster if he’s happier, Timbo, you’re a bat-nerd, back me up here.”

 “Well according to a study done in-” Roy held up a hand.

 “Point made, don’t put me to sleep.” Tim rolled his eyes, remembering why he used to avoid hanging out with (some of) Dick’s friends. For now, he joined Roy in staring down Damian, Lian gazing at him too, an unlikely team up in a battle of wills.

 “Only if Drake makes one too.” Damian miraculously relented after a few minutes. Tim nodded, peace from Damian was worth doing some coloring. Dick would be incredibly happy – these pages would likely be framed; it would be worth it to see the smile on his face. It was worth it now to see Lian’s face light up, as she rushed to unpack her things.

 “Oh, and I brought Uncle Dick a stuffy.” She pulled out a stuffed elephant and placed it in the crook of his elbow. “Say thank you.” Dick replied – still not speaking anything he could place, and Lian smiled, Dick smiled back.

 “What’s he been saying?” Tim asked, looking to Roy, as Damian slid to the floor, selecting coloring pages with Lian. Roy sat on the side of the bed, carefully leaning Dick forward, to get a better look at the back of his head. He whistled, ignoring Tim for a moment.

 “You really did it to yourself this time, jeez Dickie.” He muttered to himself before turning back. “He’s speaking Navajo, he was counting to ten earlier, and he told Lian thanks.” Roy rolled his eyes. “Would you believe his pronunciation is always better when he’s like this?”

 “No, that seems on brand.” Tim mused. “Apparently my French gets exponentially better the less I’ve slept.” Roy shrugged, and turned back on Dick.

 “Quit rubbing off on the kids, you don’t want them to turn into you, yah? Bunch a’ weirdo bat-nerds.” Dick was apparently, not listening, and was more into petting the plushy.

 “Zitka.” He replied, showing it to Roy. Roy patted his shoulder.

 “Yeah buddy, I know. Isn’t she cute?” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Dick’s forehead. Something seemed to click in Tim’s brain, as Dick garbled on, fascinated by the toy.

 “How many times have you done this?” He asked, watching as Roy leaned back, taking the seat next to the bed. He shrugged.

 “I stopped counting after Blood fried his brains, back when he ran around in a V-neck.” Tim cringed, that was before he even became Robin. “Don’t look like that, he didn’t die.” Not that time, or this time – but things had been too close for comfort more times than Tim wanted to think about. Roy’s fingers drummed against the armrest. “I don’t know, Garth tried out the elephant thing a while back. It keeps him happy.” He pulled a book out of Lian’s bag, starting to flip through the pages. “Take nap kid – you look deader than him. Lian and I got this covered.”

 Tim leaned back in his chair, tucking his legs up with him. He watched as Dick happily turned the toy over and over in his hands, blearily blinking at the world. Damian was quiet where he sat on the floor, inspecting each of the colors. By the time he put his first stroke to paper, Tim was already fast asleep.

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Dr. Mael Halvorg (Finale) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Male Part-Fae/Female Part Fae Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Fae, Reader Insert, Genetics Content Warnings: Children, Pregnancy, Incubation, Birth, Babies, Surgery, Male Infertility, Mention of Cancer Words: 4233

The finale of @ivymemnoch​‘s commission! The reader takes Dr. Halvorg on a weekend trip for his birthday and changes his life forever. Please reblog and leave feedback!

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The plus sign on the stick had taken you by surprise. You don’t know why, though; you knew this was probably going to happen eventually when you decided to stop your birth control. Of course, you didn’t expect it to happen so soon, since he was still recovering and potentially wouldn’t necessarily be any more fertile than he had been before, but considering how prolific your family was, it shouldn’t have been a shock.

Three months after Maël’s surgery, his test results had been not quite normal but favorable, and he was already talking to you about perhaps finding a surrogate and in-vitro fertilization, getting your opinion and making sure you’d be okay with it. You told him to wait, perhaps, and give himself more time to allow his… swimmers… to get stronger. You hadn’t told him you were already prepared to carry his child for him. You wanted it to be a surprise. A gift.

But now, after dating for six months, there it was. Right there on the ultrasound screen: a tiny little baby belly bean, no bigger than your thumb. Whatever doubts you had were always drowned out by one sentence.

He’s going to be so happy.

You went into his office after getting home from the OBGYN, having told him you were simply going in for your normal bi-yearly check-up. He was working, like always, but he looked up when you came in and smiled.

“How’d it go?” He asked you.

“Totally normal and healthy,” You replied. The both of us.

“I’m glad to hear that,” He said, putting down his pen. “No lunch with Amai? It’s Wednesday.”

“I know,” You said. “But I wanted to spend time with you.”

His smile widened and he opened his arms. You went over and sat in his lap, giving him a kiss.

“So, you’re birthday is coming up,” You said nonchalantly.

He snorted. “I haven’t celebrated my birthday in over one hundred years.”

“All the more reason to do it now!” You insisted. “I want to take you on a weekend trip. There’s somewhere special I want you to see.”

“And what would that be?” He asked, smiling at you fondly.

“A surprise,” You said, twitching his nose. “It’s in New York, though.”

His head rocked back. “That’s a ways away. Why are we going so far?”

“You’ll see. Do you want to go? Please?” You looked up through your lashes at him, being playful, hoping you weren’t being too weird and that he didn’t suspect anything.

“Well, alright. I don’t really have much work to do right now.”

You sat up and looked at him in shock, laughing. “I totally didn’t expect you to agree!”

He hugged you close and laughed too. “Well, there’s no reason not to, I suppose. And I’ll do just about anything for you if you ask nicely enough. God, it’s been ages since I actually took an actual vacation.”

“See? Perfect timing.” You bit your lip and looked at the door slyly. “Does the door lock?”

His eyes flicked to the door and back to you, narrowing them. “Yes. But the room isn’t soundproof.”

“I can be quiet. Promise.”

You thought he’d decline and say it was inappropriate to be intimate in his office, that he’d see you after he was done working and then the two of you could play back at his massive suite. Which was now your suite as well, as you’d moved in with him about a month ago.

What you didn’t expect was him to grin sinfully at you and get up, closing the blinds. He went around to lock the door and sat on the couch on the opposite side of his desk and patted his lap. Smirking, you joined him.

Climbing into his lap slowly, straddling him, you went in for a deep, probing kiss, dragging your fingernails down his chest over his shirt. He groaned against your lips and put his hands on your legs, petting under your skirt and slip, raking his fingers against the lip of your stockings. You’d taken to wearing stockings because he rather liked them. It seemed to do a lot to turn him on, especially when they were all you were wearing. He also had a corset fetish, too, but you couldn’t wear a corset all the time, especially around the children, so stockings were a happy medium.

He kneaded your buttocks under your skirt as you reached between the two of you and unbuckled his pants, unzipped the zipper, and reached in, fondling him over his underwear. His groaned deepened and he squirmed underneath you, his head falling back onto the cushions.

You started kissing his neck, pulling up his shirt and running your hands up his back. He had large, curious scales on his back, an artifact of his fae heritage. They were a lot like pangolin scales: wide, brown, and ridged. He often wore special padded shirts, because normal shirts were shredded by the end of the day. You thought they were adorable and loved grooming them for him, which he greatly enjoyed and made him almost purr, though you could cut a finger on them if you weren’t careful.

He reached under you and pulled your panties aside, lining himself up with your entrance. You sank slowly down onto him, drawing it out, and he hissed in a breath, biting his lip to keep quiet. You began to move on him, and he moved under you, thrusting up as you thrust down. He was always a very active, enthusiastic participant during sex, even if you took the lead. One hundred years of celibacy might have had something to do with that.

He flipped your skirt up and tucked it into your waistband so that he could watch himself go into and out of you, watch your thighs flex and contract, and run his thumbs up the straps of your stockings. You pulled the tie from his white-blonde hair and shook it out of it’s neat braid, letting it fall around his shoulders so that you could play with and tug on it. His pace quickened, and you matched his rhythm, the both of you beginning to pant and moan, quickly suppressed.

There was a knock on his door. “Dr. Halvorg? I need your signature on these invoices.”

He pulled you against his shoulder, muffling your sounds of pleasure, but he didn’t stop thrusting. You bit into his shoulder to keep yourself for crying out.

“What are they for?” He called through the door, his voice remarkably even-sounding.

“For the medical equipment from Broadchurch,” The assistant said.

“No, no, we never got the product, we’re not paying that,” He said, for all the world sounding like he was sitting as his desk staring at paperwork and not railing you on his couch.

“I’m going to cum,” You whispered into his ear.

“You promised to stay quiet,” He told you just as silently.

“I can’t!” You responded desperately.

“You promised.”

“So what should I do?” The assistant said, seemingly none the wiser that you were about to explode.

“Call them and ask where our equipment is. Until they locate it, they’re not getting a penny.”

You balled up his shirt in your hands and gritted your teeth as you came, gushing on him and holding your breath to stay quiet. You made a squeak, and his hand closed on your throat.

“Shh, shh,” He hushed.

“I’ll call them back, but I don’t think they’ll be very helpful,” The assistant replied. “They haven’t responded to any of the emails. The only communication is from emails.”

“Send them an email, then. I’m busy, though, so get on with it,” He said impatiently, staring at your face as your orgasm crested and ebbed, keeping a firm grip on your neck.

“Yes, sir,” The assistant said. You heard their footsteps recede.

“Oh, fuck,” You breathed.

“You did well,” He said, allowing his breathing to go fast and shallow. God, he had amazing self restraint. “Good girl. Stay still, I’m almost there.”

His pace became frenetic and bounced you high on his lap. He let go your your throat and gripped your hips, slamming you down upon him. He grunted, getting a little red in the face as he smacked his body into you.

You felt him release inside you, pulsing against your inner walls. When he was done, he flipped you over and lay you down on the couch, watching his seed well up and out of you to drip down onto the vinyl couch. He always did that, and you weren’t sure why.

You went to the en-suite bathroom to clean yourself up and brought him a wet towel so that he could do the same. When you were both done and had straightened your clothes, you spent a few minutes making out against his desk before he sighed.

“I should help my assistant contact the supply company. He’s a bit of a pushover, the poor kid.” Maël smiled down at you. “That was nice. We should do that more often.”

“We almost got caught!” You objected.

“Hey, it was your idea,” He said, grinning. “I’m looking forward to whatever you have planned for our trip. I’m sure it’ll be amazing.”

“It definitely will be. I promise.” You kissed him one more time, lingering for a moment, before unlocking the door and letting yourself out.

Next week, Saturday morning, you took a plane out to Albany, New York, and drove a rental car to a house in Glenmont. When you stopped in the driveway, Maël looked at you with confusion and a little bit of apprehension.

“I don’t understand,” He said. “What are we doing here?”

“You’ll see,” You replied. “Come on.”

You walked him up to the front door and knocked. A young woman in her forties or fifties answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi, are you Mrs. Winston?”

“Oh, yes, you must be the young woman I spoke to over the phone!” She said. “Come in, come in. He’s in the parlor.”

“Thank you so much.” You stepped into the house with Maël following. You could feel the curiosity and confusion radiating off of him.

You were led into a sitting room where a man in a wheelchair was reading a paper at a table. He was quite old, by human standards, in his mid-eighties perhaps. He was hooked up to an IV and had an oxygen cannula in his nostrils.

“Dad?” The woman said softly. “You’ve got visitors.”

The man looked up at the two of you. Despite his advanced age, he seemed completely within his faculties.

“Are you the woman I talk to?” He asked you.

“Yes, sir,” You responded. “Thank you for agreeing to see us.”

“It’s no problem,” He said. He was staring at Maël.

You pulled him forward. “Dr. Maël Halvorg,” You said to Maël. “I’d like you to meet Dr. Maël Halvorg. Robert’s son.”

Ma��l’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped in shock. He seemed unable to speak. You smiled at him encouragingly and nudged him forward.

He cleared his throat and held out his hand. “It’s a genuine pleasure to meet you, sir,” Maël said in a small voice. “May I sit down.”

“Please,” The man, Dr. Halvorg, said, shaking Maël’s hand and gesturing toward the chairs. You and Maël took a seat.

“Do you know who I am, sir?” Maël asked tentatively.

“I do,” Dr. Halvorg responded. “You raised my father.”

“Yes,” Maël said, smiling in relief. “I loved your father very much.”

“I know you did,” Dr. Halvorg replied. “My father spoke of a lot when I was growing up.”

“Is he… is he alive?”

“No. I’m afraid he died about eleven years ago,” Dr. Halvorg said sadly.

Maël sighed and hung his head a little. “I suspected that might be the case, but I hoped.” He looked back up at the older gentleman. “Did he grow up okay? What kind of man was he? I apologize, but I just have so many questions.”

Dr. Halvorg chuckled. “It’s no trouble. Honestly, I was hoping I might get to meet you one day.”

Maël smiled. “You were?”

“Oh, yes. May father told me so many stories about you when we kids were growing up.”

“How many children did he have?” Maël asked earnestly.

“Four sons,” Dr. Halvorg replied. “He was a great father and a brilliant man, though he said he had a rough start.”

Maël nodded. “Yes, Robert had some learning disabilities that made certain things difficult.”

“He told me that many people said he was lazy and stupid, and that you were the only one who believed he could learn. You dedicated much of your time to helping him.”

“Yes,” Maël said. “Being in school made him quite frustrated and sad, so I took him from school and taught him myself at home. He seemed to respond positively to that.”

“Indeed, he did,” Dr. Halvorg replied. “It was because of you that my dad became a teacher.”

“Robert was a teacher?” Maël asked delightedly.

“Oh, yes,” Dr. Halvorg responded. “He taught children much like himself, the ones who needed special attention and care. He was well respected in his field and much loved by his students. He didn’t want to retire, in fact. It was age and illness that forced him to stop.”

Maël held a hand to his chest. “I’m so proud to hear that. Robert was always a determined boy, so I’m so pleased to learn he kept at it.”

“He struggled, I’m afraid,” Dr. Halvorg admitted. “After his mother, my grandmother, left you for his biological father, things changed quite a bit. His father was not as understanding or as patient as you had been and set him back rather badly.”

Maël frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“As far as my memory goes, he never called that man ‘father.’ As far as he was concerned, you were his dad. But his biological father insisted on wiping you out of their lives. That’s why he had to hide that.” Dr. Halvorg pointed to a picture on the mantle. “Young lady, could you kindly retrieve that?”

“Of course,” You said, standing up and going to the mantle, where there was a black-and-white photograph in a frame. It was Maël, wearing fine early twentieth century clothes, his hair cut short and wearing a flat cap. He was standing with his hands on the shoulders of a young boy, perhaps eight, wearing similar clothes. You took it and handed it to Dr. Halvorg, who gave it to Maël.

Maël stared at the picture, his eyes bright and glittering with tears. “I never thought I’d see his face again.”

“Keep that,” Dr. Halvorg said. “He’d have wanted you to.”

“Oh, I couldn’t!” Maël said. “This is yours!”

“I have digital copies,” Dr. Halvorg said dismissively. “In any case, I won’t be needing it much longer anyway. Stage four lung cancer, you see.”

“I’m so sorry,” Maël said mournfully. “Can anything be done?”

Dr. Halvorg shook his head. “I’ve lived a good life. I have children, and grandchildren, a beautiful wife, a wonderful job. The one thing I wanted was to meet my father’s father. Not that other man who did his best to tear my father down. The man who did his best to lift my father up. You. And I’ve done that. I can go now content.”

Maël’s restraint cracked, and he wept. “I appreciate that very much,” He said in a strangled whisper.

Maël and Dr. Halvorg talked for hours, recounting stories from both Robert’s childhood and adulthood. Dr. Halvorg showed Maël pictures of his siblings and children. Maël told Dr. Halvorg about his life’s work in reviving dying races. You watched the two of them interacting, and it made your heart swell with gladness. You’d never seen Maël so happy and excitable.

Finally, nearing sundown, you realized that Dr. Halvorg was becoming tired. His daughter came in to give him his evening meal and medication, and the two of you said goodbye.

“It has been an absolute joy, Dr. Halvorg,” Maël said, shaking Dr. Halvorg’s hand. “You lovely daughter has my number and my email, so please keep in touch.”

“My pleasure,” Dr. Halvorg said. “You have a nice trip back with your lady, Grandad.”

Maël laughed and teared up again. “I will.”

Outside, before you could get back in the car, Maël pulled you into a tight, warm hug.

“Thank you,” He whispered into your hair softly. “Thank you so much. I love you. I love you. I can never repay you for this.”

“What about a diamond ring and a pretty white dress?” You asked, wiping his tears and smiling up at him.

He laughed. “It’s a deal.”

Back at the hotel, he sat on the bed and stared at the photograph, pointing out little marks on Robert’s face and telling you stories about them. You listened with your head on his shoulder.

Eventually he stopped and placed the frame carefully in his suitcase.

“Are you hungry? I’m starving. Let’s order something.”

“Before we do,” You said. “I have a birthday gift for you.”

He chuckled incredulously. “Honey, I appreciate that, but honestly, there’s no possible way you could have topped what you gave me today.”

“Are you sure about that?” You asked, going to your suitcase and pulling out a small rectangular box. “Here, open it.”

The second he saw the pregnancy test, he fell to his knees, sobbing loudly, his head pressed against the floor. You knelt next to him and rubbed his back, letting him get it all out. Years of despair, pain, and sadness being released. You’re sure he was overwhelmed, so you waited in silence and lay your head against him.

“Is this real?” He choked.

“It’s real,” You assured him. “I have an ultrasound picture.”

His head popped up, tears streaming down his face. “Can I see it?”

“Of course,” You said, pulling it from your purse.

“Oh, my God,” He wept, staring at the small bean in the picture. “Oh, my God. It’s mine?”

“Yes, honey, it’s yours,” You said. “We can do a paternity test if you want, but I promise you it’s your baby.”

He stopped being able to speak and just cried. He cried for a very long time. You picked him up and laid him in the bed and ordered some food. While waiting for it, you climbed into bed and held him.

“Are you okay?” He asked after some time.

“Me? Yeah, I’m completely fine. Are you okay? You were crying pretty hard there. I’m surprised you haven’t fallen asleep. I’d be exhausted.”

“That’s not what I mean,” He said, lifting your chin so you were looking at him. “Are you okay with having a baby? I know I’ve been talking about wanting to have a child for as long as we’ve known each other, but is this what you want?”

“Yes, it is,” You told him. “I stopped my birth control months ago.”

“You didn’t tell me you’d done that,” He said.

“I wanted it to be a surprise,” You said, stroking his cheek.

“You. Are. Amazing,” He breathed. “I am so happy. Happier than I have any business being, and it’s all because of you.”

“You deserve to be happy, Maël,” You said. “Don’t ever thin’ otherwise.”

He pressed his forehead against yours. “I love you.”

“I love you back.”

Yenuno and Amai we’re overjoyed to hear the good news, and the children also seemed to be happy to have a new playmate coming. Maël seemed unable to stop smiling. He took time off from work to take care of you during the worst of your morning sickness and was present for every doctor’s appointment, every ultrasound, every time you even texted him. If you asked, he’d drop anything he was doing to come and help you.

His little girl was born in the spring, and he named her Roberta. He took her everywhere with him, rarely putting her down for any reason, even keeping her on his shoulder when he was working. The joy that radiated from him was infectious, and everyone near him couldn’t help but smile at his brand new attitude.

You planned your wedding for fall that same year, and afterward, you and Maël were able to take Roberta up to New York to meet Dr. Halvorg. He passed away a few weeks later. You and Maël attended his funeral, and as Dr. Halvorg was buried in the same family plot as Robert, Maël got the chance to visit his son’s grave for the very first time.

“Hi, Robert,” He said softly, kneeling down in front of the headstone. You waited with Roberta asleep in your arms a few paces back.

“I’m sorry,” Maël said, his voice breaking. “I’m sorry I didn’t do more when your mother took you. I wish I had fought to keep you, but I didn’t think I had any right. I just wanted to know where you had gone and if you were safe, but she told me nothing about where you were going and disappeared. I bribed the men at the train station and the docks to look through the ledgers, to try and find your name, but I never found it.

“I will always blame myself for not doing more, for not stepping in and making sure we could keep in contact. I should have taken it to the courts and let them decide, but I… I was scared they would determine I trying to hold on to something that wasn’t mine.”

Maël sniffed and wiped his eyes.

“I just wish I had one more chance,” He continued. “I wish I could have had a phone call, at the very least, to talk to you and hear your voice and tell you what I should have said back then. That it didn’t matter whose child you were biologically or legally. I was your father. You were my son. Nothing would ever change that.” His voice cracked further. “You will always be my son.”

After a moment silent tears hitting the grass where Robert lay sleeping, Maël straightened up an took a deep breath.

“I know where you are now, and I’ll come visit again, you and my grandson,” Maël said. He laughed. “I can’t believe you named your son after me. I’m honored more than I can tell you.”

Maël turned to you and opened his arms for the sleeping form of his daughter, his face wet with tears, and you passed her over.

“You have a baby sister, Robert,” He said, smiling. “I named her after you. She’s always smiling and happy. She reminds me so much of you when you were little that it’s kind of scary. I think the two of you would have been best friends. I’ll make sure she knows all about you.”

You put a hand on his back and rubbed gently. He kissed Roberta’s forehead and tiny little ear.

“We have to go now, Robert. You’re baby sister is going to wake up soon and be hungry. But I’ll come back to see you again, I swear. This time, I promise I’ll come back.”

As winter crested into spring again, Roberta was walking and had said her first word: “Daddy.”

You were still teaching at the facility, and had taken up the job permanently. Yenuno and Amai’s little girls were Roberta’s favorite playmates, though they had been warned to be careful, as Roberta developed more slowly than they did.

“Can we have another one? Please?” Maël asked one night as he watched gleefully as Roberta used her fat baby fists to shove raviolies in her mouth.

“Give me another year, but yes,” You replied.

“A year!” Maël whined. “That’s so long!”

“Don’t sass me,” You told him. “A year and no sooner. Besides, you still have more work to do. Did you get in touch with the Celtic Fae Council?”

“Yes, finally,” He replied, picking up his fork. “I didn’t realize how much red tape was involved. Genetic testing is underway. So far, there have been three men with similar blockages as mine. There are also a few women who were born missing one or both ovaries. We’re trying to trace back when this infertility spike started, but it could have been a millennium ago.” He laughed as Roberta threw a ravioli across the room. “I think she’s done, she’s just smashing them into her tray now.” He stood up and swept her up out of her seat, not even caring about the marinara stains on his shirt. “Come on, sweet pea, let’s take a bath. Eh? Eh, princess?”

He bounced her and she squealed.

You got up from your seat and came up behind him, circling him around the waist with your arms.

“You’re a good dad, honey,” You told him. “Roberta’s lucky. We both are. And so is our future children.”

He turned in your grip and kissed you. “If luck exists, you brought it with you. None of this would have happened without you. You are a miracle.”

You kissed him again and pushed him toward the bathroom. “She’s putting ravioli in your hair.”

He belly laughed and headed for the bathroom. You followed and marveled at how much had changed, wondering how it would change again. You looked forward to it.

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