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[hitomisuzuya]

can i request a somno smut with fem reader and scaramouche who had a wet dream about breeding reader?? (CONSENSUAL OFCOURE ❤️❤️)

I love you btw and feel free to ignore this ❤️❤️HAVE A GOOD DAY

Scaramouche x fem!reader Smut. Somnophilia. Breeding kink

🥺🥺Thank you so much, and thank you for waiting. Consensual is always how we roll on this blog.

With a growl of lust, Scaramouche's fingers tightened on your thighs as he held them apart, groaning at he felt his cock push deep inside of you. A white ring had formed around his cock from many times he had cummed inside of you, continuing to pound into you no matter times you creamed on his cock.

"Beg for me to cum inside of you again," He groaned, his hips snapping into yours. Your eyes rolled into your back of your head, feeling his cock kiss deep against your sweet spot.

"Pl-please, Scara, cum inside of me again! You whimpered, your fingernails digging into his back. You could do nothing but lay limp underneath him, clinging to him as you feebly tried to rock your hips up to met his thrusts, moaning and crying about how good his cock was making you feel.

Hissing in pleasure, he could feel his orgasm approaching with every throb of his cock.

Scaramouche's eyes snapped open. His heart was pounding, his cock incredibly hard when he came to the realization he'd been dreaming about breeding you so thoroughly that his cum wouldn't stop leaking out of your cunt.

He looked at your sleeping form curled up on your side next to him. His writhing about in his sleep had caused the blanket to come off of some. Fresh bruises and bite marks littered your body.

You'd fallen into a deep sleep, exhausted from his aggressively passionate lovemaking during the night.

He didn't want to wake you up, but he was really horny and he wanted you really bad. You had told him that he could touch you or fuck you while you were asleep, so he wasted no time helping himself to you.

Scaramouche grinded his hard cock against your backside, his fingers dipping between your folds to rub your clit and glide along your cunt to make you wet. You moaned softly in your sleep. He could never get enough of how well you reacted to him, even when you slept.

When he couldn't stand the throbbing of his cock anymore, he lined it up with the entrance of your cunt. Burying his face into your neck to muffle his husky groans as his cock slowly sank inch by inch between your warm, wet walls.

Putting his arms around you, he held you against him, thrusting sloppily into your cunt. He meant to keep his thrusts controlled and gentle, but quick, harsh snaps of his hips occured when your walls clamped tight around his cock.

Scaramouche couldn't help himself. A fragile, delicate little thing like you deserved nothing less than to be filled full of his cum whenever he could.

You were starting to make the cutest noises and whimpers in your sleep. Even a few soft sobs of pleasure the deeper his cock pushed into you.

It was always so erotic to him how deep he could go. With how aroused he had been when he woke up, and from his sloppy, inconsistent pace, it didn't take him long to cum inside of you.

Scaramouche moaned, muffled into your neck, keeping his cock inside of you for a moment before pulling out.

One more time, he thought, scooping some of his cum onto his fingers, pushing it back inside of you before lining his cock up with your entrance again. He would cum inside of you one more time before he woke you up and filled you fuller.

[mvrtaiswriting]

Hey! Someone suggested your blog for one piece and I decided to check it out!

I’d also like to make a request

How would the monster trio(+katakuri if you wanna write for him) be with a s/o who always looks at them as if asking them for permission to beat some one up (you can add anyone else if you want) f!reader or gn! Reader whichever one

Headcanons pls<3

Have a great day!

Monster trio + Ace, Law and Usopp with a s/o who looks at them before fighting someone.

hullo, thanks for requesting this! i unfortunately dont write for katakuri but i added law and ace to the mix, i hope it's fine! enjoy this lil headcanons, i loved writing these!! also, using this as a chance to restate that requests are open!

warning: none. gn! reader.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. 

Luffy: All it takes is a glare. It doesn't take long for Luffy to recognise the sparkle in your eyes. He feels it too; the tension building in your muscles, the adrenaline rising up in your veins making your heart beat ten times faster than usual. Lowering his straw-hat to cover his eyes, Luffy simply chuckles in response. He knows your potential and he is curious of the limits your able to reach and break. He takes this as a good opportunity to train and test your powers; nevertheless, he is watching your back and ready to step in.

Sanji: Sanji smirks and lights up a cigarette, making himself comfortable and untying his tie. He knows well that whoever crosses your path is in real danger - and he brags about it whenever he has the occasion to. He is overly proud of you; plus, winning a fight would always guarantee a special treatment from him. Preparing your favourite meal, smothering you in kisses, an endless ramble of praises. He enjoys the fight, making sure you don't get hurt as he meticulously observe your combat moves.

Zoro: Zoro tries to make you back off. Despite his love and respect for you, he would rather let you stay away from the battlefield. He is aware of your combat abilities, he just thinks it would be easier if you'd let his swords deal with it. Nevertheless, it's easy to convince him if you buy him an extra bottle of booze. After all, despite his protective instincts, he enjoys a partner who can fight and protect themselves. Seeing you go feral and win a fight always tickles his senses.. so you might be in for a good, particularly nasty training session afterwards.

additional characters:

Law: Law definitely doesn't approve your conflictual nature. Although he is a little trouble maker himself, he prefers approaching things, and fights, in a more methodical way - having a precise strategy, and more importantly, a reason. Getting caught up in a worthless fight would mean catching the marine's attention, and that would be dangerous. When he sees you joining the battlefield regardless, he sighs and stands back. But if you manage to get hurt.. be ready to hear him grumble under his breath about irresponsible you were as he medicates you.

Ace: You and Ace would meet looks, the same impulsive idea running through the synapses of your brain. He nods in response, a clever smirk drawing on his lips as he transforms the ramble in a challenge.

"First one to land a punch wins."

Usopp: Tries to discourage you from it. He knows you would be perfectly able to win the fight - but he also knows he would struggle to help you. Your fearless nature worries Usopp, and sometimes it makes him wonder how the two of you get so along. Dangerous situation fuel you, whilst he prefers running from them. Usopp would never give you the permission to battle someone if the situation permits a safe escape - a long, frustrated sighs is the only slightly positive answer you could receive. And when you jump head first in the battle, he whines and snorts, ready to snipe the enemy if the situation escalates.

[mistywaves98]

Hi meena! This is my first time requesting so pls lmk if I didnt meet your request standard/ I need to fix smt from my req 🫶🏻

I think I'd just like to request wanderer x fem reader and the kinks wanderer has!

My bad if this gets kinda self indulgent..

✧･ﾟ:* ->Wanderer's Kinks!

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Degrading, Fingering, Riding, Dom! Character, Sub! Reader!, Biting, Hair Pulling, Oral (f. receiving)!

✧･ﾟ:* ->Smut written by a minor!

>Degradation

Wanderer just adores the way you clench around his cock whenever he whispers phrases and names of belittlement into your ears, topped with the slightest praise. That mixed with the combination of hushed curses and grunts or moans was just so hot. It always made you squirt for him, and he doesn't hesitate to make fun of you for it too. Though if you ever thought he went too far with the degrading, he'll try to tone it down a bit even if it's a bit difficult for him considering his normally sharp-tongued personality.

"Fuck— ... You masochistic bitch. You like it when I call you my pretty little slut, don't ya?.. Shit, just when I thought your whorish pussy couldn't get any fucking tighter.. God— keep squeezing me like that, pretty thing. I want to see your slutty cunt cum hard around my cock."

>Fingering

He isn't stupid. He's seen the way you practically drool over his hands, or more specifically, those perfect fucking fingers. Wanderer would be lying if he said he didn't take pride in seeing his slender fingers pump in and out of your pussy. His favourite thing to do when fingering you is having you face the mirror as you sit on his lap, back against his chest. That way, you can get a clear view of his fingers moving in and out of your walls.

"What did I tell you about looking away, hm? If you look away one more time, you're not getting to orgasm tonight." Wanderer's free hand came to grab your face, squeezing your cheeks so that your lips are puckered. He forces your head in the direction of the mirror, where you see his long middle and ring finger knuckle deep in your pussy, thrusting in and out at an even pace. Lewd squelches filled the room along with your moans, making him smirk,"See that? See how your greedy cunt sucks in my fingers so eagerly? I know you're on the verge of cumming, so do it. Cum for me."

>Riding

Wanderer absolutely adores the sight of you bouncing on his cock, hands gripping his shoulders tightly for leverage. It's so much fun to see you moaning and crying like a sweet little submissive for him even when you're on top, desperately trying to reach your high. He almost feels bad for just laying back with a sadistic grin on his face, letting you do all the work. But the way your breasts move up and down is so irresistible, he can never stop himself from reaching his hand up to toy with one of them, as his mouth engulfs the other.

His hand comes up to grab your waist as his lips wrap around your right nipple, his other hand reaching up to toy with the other. You gasp when you feel him give it a hard pinch, causing the bud to become slightly swollen. "You look so cute moaning like a whore for me. Can't get enough of my cock penetrating your tight little pussy, can ya?" Suddenly, he pulls his mouth away from your breast and the hand playing with your left nipple goes down to grasp your hips as he begins to bounce you on his cock himself. Sweet mewls of his name fall from your parted lips with every thrust as you feel your climax rapidly approaching.

>Biting/Marking

He is a very possessive person and doesn't appreciate the idea of someone trying to take what's his. So what better way to deter them than showing that you're taken? Your body is like his personal canvas, hickeys are everywhere, especially on your inner thighs and neck. If the marks ever show any sign of fading, he'll be very quick to pounce on you and ensure that your neck is all colours of the rainbow by the time he's done.

Wanderer's teeth sink into the soft flesh of a faded bite mark in a vampiric fashion, the slight pinch of his unnaturally sharp canines not really doing much to lessen the effect. His arms wrap around you from behind, one around your stomach and the other delicately tracing the purplish skin,"These marks are getting to light for my liking. Let's fix that, shall we?" He begins to suck on the fold of skin in his mouth, his teeth simultaneously chewing and nibbling on the flesh slightly till it turns a deep purple mixed with dashes of red,"That's better, now let's move onto the other spots..."

>Hair Pulling

This could go either way, he loves having his hair pulled as much as he likes pulling yours. if you ever have your hair done up in a ponytail, prepare to be feeling a lot of random tugging throughout the day. He loves using your hair as a way to tilt your head in whatever direction he wants you to face. Like pulling it back to tilt it up so your neck is exposed, or to pull your face out of the pillows while he's taking you from behind. When receiving, he adores the way your fingers entangle themselves in his indigo locks whenever he's eating you out, desperately begging him for more.

You lay back on the bed, thighs spread apart as Wanderer practically smothers his face with your pussy. His hands move up to your hips to hold you in place as his sharp eyes glance up to meet your squinted ones,"Stay still." A moan falls from your lips in response as he begins to suck on your throbbing clit, making you throw your head back in bliss. Your hands find their way to the back of his head, fingers carding through his locks before grasping them and attempting to pull him closer. This elicits a pleased groan from him, which vibrates against your clit and makes your toes curl in. "Fuck...pull on my hair like that again and I'll make sure to ravage this greedy pussy—"

[naeviskz]

WHIRLWIND ๑‧˚₊ ─── HHJ

synopsis ; you overreact just a teensy bit when you see hyunjin talking to another girl, but when you find out the actual reason why … you try everything you can to make it up to him.

genre 숌 non-idol au, boyfriend!hyunjin x girlfriend!reader | established relationship

words - 3.6k tags/warnings 숌 fluff, (some) angst? pwp, smut, reader gets very jealous easily/has possessive tendencies, small mentions of insecurities, v v v clingy & needy gf, marking, dry humping, dirty talk, oral (m), lowkey daddy kink, hj has a big cawk, breeding kink cause that’s my fave tehe. i will preface that oc kinda has a toxic way of thinking and it’s def not healthy to act this way irl !!

now playing 🎧 : cool with you by newjeans, streets by doja cat

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[ this my first ever writing that has smut in it so bear w/ me pls ;-; i’m still learning how to do this right haha, but lmk if you enjoyed this at all <3 **not proofread btw ! ]

“Let’s go on that one next Jinnie!!” You squeal like a giddish teenager as you point to the ride up ahead, violently pulling on Hyunjin’s hand his entire arm might just fall off.

It’ll be your 1 year anniversary in approximately a week, and what better way to pre celebrate than going to the amusement park and watching fireworks at night? You haven’t been to one in years, reminiscing all those times you were a kid innocently frolicking around, not having a single care in the world. Since you’re a fully grown adult now it’s an altered experience, you’re able to pick up on social cues and no longer need parental supervision. You forgot just how thrilling it was to let loose and have fun, all while spending it with your lovely boyfriend.

The current ride you’re both getting on is essentially a giant wooden pirate ship that swings in a horizontal motion, elevating you high up in the air. You don’t do heights very well but Hyunjin’s a little daredevil who gets off on the adrenaline rush. He’s tried convincing you to do skydiving but that’s just something you refuse to compromise on. Before going on the pirate ship ride you went on the teacups, which was probably your favorite one of today. You couldn’t stop giggling and teasing Hyunjin over how incredibly fast he was spinning the turn-wheel, almost forgetting that you were also supposed to contribute. Spending quality time with your boyfriend like this means everything to you, he makes you feel like you’re floating on a pink cloud whenever you’re together. Like nothing else matters but you and him.

As the day progressed, what was once a milky, pale blue sky has now become a smoky dull atmosphere. Night was approaching any minute, making the temperature drop dramatically— you regret leaving the house in just shorts and a crop top. Your limbs shaking and trembling involuntarily from gusts of cool air the wind casually blows, Hyunjin seems to take note of this and takes action immediately.

“Want my hoodie babe?” Hyunjin asks out of concern, ready to yank it off the minute you agree.

You profusely nod at his offer, unable to withstand the frigid weather for another second. He pauses momentarily to grab the hem of his Versace sweatshirt with his free hand, swiftly drawing it over his head and handing it to you. Underneath he wore a thin plain white tee, now suffering from the cold— but any sacrifice is worthy of making for his precious babygirl.

Quickly putting it on, your body feels instantly warmer from his body heat still embedded into the soft fabric. “You saved me Jinnie, I almost turned into a human popsicle!” Were you exaggerating a bit? Maybe, but that’s beside the point. You’re all cozy now in Hyunjin’s oversized hoodie, loving the fact that only you get to wear his clothes.

His eyes shape into crescents as he flashes an adoring smile, “my diet would only consist of peach flavored ___ popsicles for the rest of my life then.”

You swear he’s just the cutest, most adorable, sweetest thing to have ever walked this earth. Sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky to end up with a person as charming, and perfect as Hyunjin. He’d say the same about you too but there’s another layer to how you feel. You’re often very over protective and territorial over him, needing to know exactly where he is at all times and who he’s hanging out with. Most of the time he’s with you, either at your place or at his. There was a set routine you two had at this point, after he’s done with work he’ll call and let you know he’s on his way to yours. Hyunjin knows how paranoid you can get when he’s gone for too long so he makes sure to communicate with you as much as he can throughout the day. It’s hard to deal with someone as high maintenance as you but he makes it work, he likes that you’re always worried and concerned about him — he’d rather have a girlfriend like that than one who doesn’t care about him.

“Looks like the sun should be setting soon.. won’t be much longer ‘til the fireworks start!” You cheer out of excitement, part of the reason you wanted to come was to see them.

He nods in agreement, “you’re right, is there anything else you wanna ride before they start?”

As if your brain answered before you could even think, “You.”

His doe eyes widened at your bold reply, never quite getting used to your subtle dirty mind. “I’ll give you that in due time, don’t worry mamas.”

A little bit later on you challenged Hyunjin to try the ‘test your strength’ game and of course he couldn’t pass up a moment to impress you. He gets into a competitive sports stance, gripping the hammer tightly before he swung hard at the puck. The meter flew straight up and hit the bell on his first try, able to win whatever prize he wanted from the largest section. He lets you choose whichever plushy you wanted, a giant fluffy pink stuffed unicorn that you held in your other hand that wasn’t occupied with Hyunjin’s.

“Hyunjinnieee, ‘m getting kinda hungry,” you childishly whine in hopes of getting him to buy you both food.

Before he could even get a response out your eyes were already fixated on something. The glowing neon lights of a food stand selling mozzarella corn dogs, you’ve always wanted to try those as you see them all the time on TikTok. Without hesitation you make a mad dash for the line as you drag your innocent boyfriend along for the adventure. As you got closer you realize the lines pretty spread out, there was at least 20+ people waiting but you were willing to stay as you really wanted one.

Hyunjin detaches his hand from yours, making you question his sudden intentions, “be right back babe, m’gonna go to the restroom.” He politely excuses himself, “here’s my card just in case I don’t make it back in time.” Pulling his credit card from his wallet to hand you before venturing off.

“Don’t be gone for too long please, or else I’ll come find you myself.” You were dead serious too, honestly speaking you didn’t necessarily want him out of your sight but you trust that he’ll come back in a reasonable amount of time. Hopefully.

“I promise babe.” He reassures, giving a quick peck to your forehead before vanishing into the crowd.

After what seemed like an eternity, you manage to secure the corn dogs and pay for them with Hyunjin’s card. Realizing now that your boyfriend is still gone, it’s been a good 15-20 minutes and he promised that he’d be back. Now you have to go looking for him like a mother who’s just lost their child. Scanning every area of the park you came across, you begin to feel anxious when you don’t see him anywhere. A range of negative thoughts intrude your mind with possibilities of where he could’ve gone. What you weren’t expecting was for your intuition to be exactly spot on.

There he was standing in front a taco truck, talking and laughing with another girl. A girl you absolutely do not recognize and have no clue why or what she’s doing even having a conversation with your man. You couldn’t move at all, frozen in place as you watched the scene fold out in front of you, making you more livid as it continues. The mystery girl was pissing you off by the minute, the tiny skirt she wore barely left anything to the imagination and her body language was way too close for comfort for your liking. You had to put a stop to this immediately.

Slowly you make your way up to them, examining the situation further. The blonde girl tries to loom even closer to Hyunjin but he backs away a bit, a sheer look of fear and paranoia in his eyes. She keeps talking to him but he doesn’t really say much back, only half smiling and nodding. What makes you pick up your pace at lightning speed was when he pulls his phone out from his back pocket, as if he’s about to ask for her number.

You’ve seen enough, it’s time to intervene now.

Practically sprinting up to them you see the girl perk up when she sees you, giving a friendly wave and inviting smile as if she wasn’t just trying to steal your man a second ago. You’re ready to rip this bitches hair out and show her that she’s picked the wrong one to mess with today.

“Oh hi, you must be ___, it’s so good to finally meet you!” Her voice was so squeaky and high-pitched, not even in a cute way, just obnoxiously loud and annoying.

…How the fuck does this girl know who you are?

“Who the hell is this?” You snap at Hyunjin, completely ignoring the girl’s presence, “How does she know you?”

“I’m— ”

“I believe I asked my boyfriend, not you. Who is she?” You rudely cut her off to reiterate the question.

Hyunjin looks like he’s just witnessed a murder, his own murder to be exact. “This is Valerie, we went to high school together, I was just showing her your freelance work and all the cool designs you make ‘cause she’s looking for graphic designers and I think you’re really talented babe.”

Your heart just sank to the pit of your stomach. The balled up fist your right hand was clenching soon released itself, no longer in fight mode but flight mode from the sudden embarrassment you’re internally battling.

“Oh..”

“Uh, well it was nice talking to you Hyunjin! I’ll go find my husband now, but your graphics are incredible ___ and I’d love to hire you for a couple projects I have lined up. Here’s my business card!” She hands you the flimsy card stock and leaves in an instant.

Now you feel totally ridiculous for almost causing a scene and cursing out the girl and your boyfriend for just wanting to promote your work. You owe him an apology big time.

“I thought you were…”

“Flirting with another girl, seriously? You think I have a death wish or something? Of course I’d never try something like that. The first thing she saw was you as my lock screen when I checked the time. Plus she’s married, I don’t think she’d be that dumb.” Hyunjin further proves his case, making sure not to leave any details out.

“M’sorry baby, please forgive me.” You plead for forgiveness, regressing back to your softer, more gentle side “lemme make it up to you daddy.”

“Nngh! Hyunjin-” you keen into his ear as you rub your clothed heat against his toned thigh, holding onto him for stable support.

You seriously felt bad for acting out like that earlier, all you want to do now is make him feel so good he forgets all about your previous unhinged behavior. Lord knows what you’d do if you ever lose someone so important to you. You can’t think about that right now though. Right now was all about him and making him feel good, but you can’t help but get something out of it as well.

The backseat of his car was a bit cramped as he decided to take his smaller convertible instead of the SUV, not exactly bargaining that later on you’d be getting freaky in his vehicle. Nonetheless you enjoy each other’s company, not needing much space anyway — if anything you wanted to be as close to him as possible. If you could get inside his skin you probably would. You love Hyunjin more than yourself, often feeling like you aren’t good enough to be with him. Maybe the reason you’re so protective and jealous is because you fear he’ll leave you for someone better.

Lazily trailing your lips down further, placing small pecks here and there until you land on his neck, adorned with a dainty silver chain, nuzzling your face into the crook of it. He smells so good, the cologne he’s wearing along with his natural pheromones is an intoxicating concoction. You stick your tongue out, gliding the wet muscle over his bare skin, still feverishly rutting into him while listening to his ethereal moans.

“Mmm.. I love you.” He murmurs under his breath, slipping his hands underneath (his) your hoodie to feel you up. His hands travel upwards to find the valley of your breasts, still covered by the bra you’re wearing he slides underneath the cups to lightly squeeze them.

You nibble on his neck in response, harshly sucking on the flesh to leave visible love bites, you want to make it abundantly clear to the whole world Hwang Hyunjin belongs to you.

“I love you more Hyunjinnie,” you stop for a brief moment to say, “gonna prove it.” Which you will once you’re satisfied with marking his entire neck and chest with dozens of purple and red hickeys.

Even though he’s touching you, grinding his hard length into you and purring out your name, you need more. Craving to see and feel more of him, you tug at the hem of his t-shirt in hopes he catches your drift.

“Off. Now.” You demand sharply, getting more impatient by the second.

He obliges instantly, stripping the garment off his body to reveal the most gorgeous set of abs you’ve laid your eyes upon, he’s so unreal it makes you constantly question if you’re dreaming. You went from his neck to kissing his plump lips, his hand cupping the side of your face to deepen the kiss, both so desperate and horny for each other. Running your manicured hands down his beautiful body, just the tiniest flexing Hyunjin does with his muscles makes you go crazy. You need him to manhandle you, have you bent over and get fucked senselessly.

“Lie back Jinnie, m’gonna suck you off.” You command him to move, getting up from him so he can pivot into a more comfortable position.

He shuffles around, leaning into the leather seat before quickly undoing his pants and sliding them down his ankles. You get on your knees, disappearing between his legs to come in contact with his stiff erection. Tracing figure eights on his thighs, he hisses from your delicate touch. You couldn’t resist planting a chaste kiss to his stomach, leaving another wet kiss to his v-line. Any little touch makes Hyunjin’s heart beat out of his chest, he can’t get enough of you just as you can’t of him— high off each other like an addictive, psychoactive drug.

As you finally free his cock from the last barrier, his boxer briefs, you’re in awe from just how much precum he’s leaking already. His length stood straight up resting on his stomach, faint veins protruding around the shaft. You kiss his pretty pink tip while looking up at him with innocent eyes, grabbing the base of his cock, opening your mouth just a little to provide a few kitten licks. You’ve only just started but he feels like he’s going to come undone already.

“Shit-” he lowly grunts, feeling his cock pulsate in your tiny hand.

Taking him further in your mouth now, you manage to fit half of his length, bobbing your head up and down while keeping a tight suction on his cock. Hyunjin involuntarily rocks his hips into you, making you gag just a little from how big he is. You could never fit all of him (except for that one time you were super drunk and magically forgot what a gag reflex was) but you still try your best and that’s all that matters to him. He loves that you’re always willing to give him random blowjobs whenever and wherever, you both love public sex and the idea of possibly being caught. You take a short break to collect more saliva, spitting on his cock and spreading it with your hand to make it even messier. His mouth was permanently agape, staring down at you with lust filled eyes, not knowing how much longer he can last. When you start pumping his cock much faster along with swirling your tongue around it , he thinks he might just lose it. Panting heavily, he shifts underneath you in attempt to get you to stop but you keep sucking like the cock hungry slut you are for him. He’s seriously going to nut any minute if you continue at this rate.

“Babe.. you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up…” he closes his eyes, almost giving in to what’s inevitably about to come.

“Isn’t that the goal?” You ask quickly before going back.

“No,” he says, slightly frustrated with you for not obeying, “fucking this tight little pussy is.”

You’re confused when he’s pulling you away from him, moving you from the floor and back onto his lap all in one swift action, manhandling you for real this time. “What’re you doing!” You raise your voice at him like a brat, to which he spanks your behind in response.

“Shh.. relax.” He shuts you up by pulling you in for a slow, sensual kiss.

You moan into his mouth, melting right into his touch like always. “Need you so bad please..” you whine for to feel more of him.

“Tell me what you need, I’ll give it to you baby.” He promises, lacing his fingers in your hair, looking at you with pure admiration.

“Your cock.. need your big fat cock inside me now,” you beg like a good girl, “please daddy, i’m literally soaking for you.” Shameless at this point with how you talk, but you know the dirtier you get the more Hyunjin likes it.

He can’t say no when you ask so polite that. “I’ll give it to you, I’ll give you whatever you want princess.”

And he does.

Once he rids you of your shorts and underwear, you’re back on top of him, lining yourself up with his thick cock that slides right in from you being so ready.

“Fuck you’re so wet baby.. you take this cock so well cutie,” he praises you in the hottest way possible. You’ll never get tired of hearing him talk like this to you, hence why you love to have sex so much.

“Only for you daddy.” You breathlessly spoke, getting used to his length for a moment before beginning to move. Slowly bouncing up and down his member at first until Hyunjin slams his cock into you, walls clenching as you feel every inch of him. You shifted from grinding on him in slow motion to picking up your speed, placing both hands around his neck. Hyunjin throws his head back in pleasure, wrapping his hand around your waist as the other grips the soft flesh of your ass.

“Mine… your cock is mine,” you’re going faster and faster, crying out as he matches your movements, thrusting back into you hard. “Only I get to ride this everyday.”

He doesn’t hesitate to agree, letting you know exactly who he belongs to. “I’m all yours babygirl, can have this cock as much as you want, use me to get yourself off..”

You feel like you’re about to come soon, legs shaking and spasming from his girth splitting you open. “Yes baby..” you couldn’t think straight anymore, “love your cock so much Jinnie..” You mewl from being so full and cockstuffed “mmph.. wanna have your babies.”

“Yeah? Want me to fill your little cunt with all my cum and get you pregnant, hmm ? That what you want pretty girl?” He sounded so pussy drunk he couldn’t even blame you for wanting to any of this.

One more thrust was all it took for the thread to unravel inside of you, seeing white, glowing stars as you get closer to your orgasm.

“Jinnie kiss me.”

He does as he’s told, grabbing your face to kiss you roughly, entering his tongue in your mouth to intertwine with yours. He’s so good at everything he does it’s insane. Maybe if the dick wasn’t so damn good you wouldn’t be half as crazy.

“I’m so close princess..” he announces, slipping one of his long, slender digits onto your clit, coaxing your release.

“Me too.”

Everything feels ultra sensitive to you as you approach your climax, whimpering as Hyunjin sucks on your perked nipples while you continue riding him. A sudden rambunctious crackling sound startles the both of you, but what you weren’t expecting to see outside were fireworks lighting up the night sky. You’d completely forgot how excited you were to see them, watching in amazement as all the vibrant colors morph together. Leaning in to tenderly kiss your boyfriend who was also momentarily distracted, you get back right to business, chasing after your highs. Hyunjin finishes inside you like you wanted, feeling his hot seed spill into your aching heat. You came undone shortly after, holding onto him while your bare chests collide. Fireworks detonate inside your body as they do outside.

As if the universe had orchestrated the perfect 1 year anniversary pre celebration just for the two of you; a perfect moment to seal your love with the glittering magic of romance and fireworks combined. Hyunjin’s so happy to have met someone like you, someone who loves him so passionately and so deeply. He may not understand why you think the way you do sometimes, or react with such brash methods, but he knows that you do it out of pure love. It’s a whirlwind of emotions dating you but he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world or have it any other way.

- 完 ♡︎

[daturabouquet]

Haiiiyaa, i love your dottie fics sm so i start to wondering if u do request or not bc i don't see the rules or any pin post so pls skip this request and i apologize for saying anything silly 😭

Have u think about a shy surgeon!reader that once get in the relationship with Dottore, they weren't actually shy and start biting dottore for fun whenever they were bored and leaving him with lots of marks ? :)))))))

(fem reader but if you weren't comfortable pls change to gn)

Hi Anonn <3 Feel free to send requests!! (though I can't guarantee that I'll always do it)

this idea is kinda cute-

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Dottore sighs at the realization that you're actually not as shy as you seem; you just needed to be comfortable with him first that's all. He's not disappointed or anything he just wasn't prepared for your playfulness and your... interesting habits.

Whenever Prime Dottore is busy, he sends one of his clones to entertain you in his place, most often sending Theta, Iota, or Epsilon. These clones are the most patient and the least violent.

Theta grumbles in defeat when you sunk your dull teeth in his wrist. He's just healed from his last bite mark, and instead of having flawless skin once again, he's got a brand new bruise. Yay!

"(Name), this is very unprofessional of you." Theta complains, pushing your face away. "Well lucky me we're not in a professional relationship!" You tease, still smiling satisfied with your bite.

Then Epsilon walks in and as soon as he sees the scene, he immediately walks out again, and comes back with your makeup bag—ready to apply concealer to Theta's mark.

Theta suddenly spits out an idea.

"(Name), I have several meetings to attend while Epsilon here has nothing public scheduled for him until next month. Why don't you unleash your... interests on him instead?"

Epsilon quickly sends Theta a death glare, but your attention is already fully on Epsilon.

"Epsi..." You beg with puppy eyes, but much to your dismay, Epsilon leaves the room without another word.

You pout and curl up into a ball, until you hear Prime's footsteps approaching your area. You're very familiar with the sound of his fancy boots colliding with the cold floor.

Prime walks in, and examines the situation. It seems that you have bitten Theta and the clone isn't happy about it at all, while you're curled up with a pouty expression.

"I'll leave now." Theta announces before walking out.

Once the door closes, Prime smiles at your balled up figure and takes off his lab coat. He gently nudges you with the tip of his boot, demanding recognition.

You look up, and you see Prime without his lab coat, and with open arms too. Your excitement skyrockets like you're a medieval man seeing an ankle for the first time.

"C-can I? Please pretty please?" You plea, tugging his dress pants.

"Only in areas that are covered by my garments." Prime smiles. He can't resist your cute pleas!

Right after his permission, you tackle him and bite him repeatedly like a chew toy—leaving him covered in love bites.

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[gogolstoelicker]

Dorm leaders with a Razor!MC

a/n: totally lost the pookie who asked for this but if by some miracle yk its you, pls dont beat me up for taking so long </3 /j

also if tumblr did smth weird with the bullet points again, point ur guns at the app

its one week before my exams so im using my adrealine for smth!!

You are generally good-natured person who considers your wolf pack your family and becomes enraged if they are hurt by other parties. You love your wolf family but dislike the fact that you aren't fully like them. You considered the few humans you do encounter to be your friends and are willing to protect them from danger if it means sacrificing your and your pack's dinner for the night. You are a quick thinker. You are also honest and forthright due to your limited exposure to human life. You are not used to speaking and only speak in short phrases and words, finding it troublesome, but you continue nonetheless.

Riddle

my mans stopping you like this to take a look at your uniform

pookie, youre a lil messy rn -he said this in anger, I'm just giving you the nicer version

its ok, he helped you clean up a lil after!!

u absolutely trying not to mess up the collar and tie up bcs its so uncomfortable:😢😔

it always goes back to the messy version as soon as hes out of sight or its half the day already

he wont find out (i lied he absolutely did)

he can always count on u to tell him the truth should your friends ever do smth bad

"broke. chair." while pointing at ace and deuece

they have tears in their eyes as riddle approach them

honestly some of ur behaviour makes him go⁉️

fr thought u were a beastman or smth

then found out youre just a human whos lived with wolves their whole life

FUCKEKEKE REMEMBER THAT TIME IN HIS OVERBLOT WHEN HE WAS TALKING ABT PARENTS

u being an orphan as he goes on with his speech: /JOKE

ace beats his ass up for u its ok

him trying to figure out how they didnt try to eat u🤔

he didnt try to stop u but that wont mean he wont go😅😅

ALSO eat ur veggies pls

hes chasing u around heartslabyul trying to make u eat a wee bit of carrots

Leona

"veggies:( bad:(" "so real"

^ur real time convo

whenever youre given food with veggies, u pass it off to leona

leona then pass it to ruggie who then muched it off

he absolutely told u to give ruggie any veggies btw (free food for the man‼️)

ruggie is forever happy to receive free food

he actually thought u were a beastman too because of your scent

"r u a jack kinnie?" he would ask (he didnt ask it like that)

turns out you just got raised by them

idk savanaclaw might be an ok? place for u? considering most of them r beastman there

like its not even surprising to see u practicing with them every morning anymore

ruggie dragged both u and leona by the collar to practice btw

"im all the way in ramshackle" leona surprise adopted u to savanaclaw, dont resist /J

u surprisingly get along well with him‼️‼️

leona acting like he doesnt care abt the youngsters👴🙄 (hes failing)

he totally didnt take a nap with you in his usual spots, no who did that?? pft not him

no he did NOT save u from accidentally getting hurt by your friend's troubles btw no

also, he did not mind that you do not talk much

the less words the better for him!! he encourages this (he got beat up later by the people who thinks otherwise)

Azul

youre so simple, azul actually had a great time

"pls sign this contract to save ur friends" "ok:)"

well youre homeless now (not rlly u have a home in savanaclaw)

yk those super villains laughing evilly everytime their plans r going so well?? thats azul

he didnt even need to put many efforts in trying to trick u, u just go thumbs up at him

he does not feel bad btw

he does not care if youre a beastman or not. a business opportunity is all you'll ever be to him

maybe a friend too but you'll need to unlock friendship level 10 for that

can wolves swim underwater, im sayign yes for plot reasons

anyways u came back from trying to get the painting(?) picture (?) like a wet dog

im saying nonsense rn i think i need sleep its almost 1am

he threw his head back 90° to laugh dramatically at how u reminded him of a wet dog

this is a joke, do not come for me

honestly he had to drag u away from the lounge once bcs u tried catching the fishes in the aquarium

"MF LEAVE MY FISHES TF ALONE IF U WANT TO LIVE" is what he wouldve said if hes not a professional businessman

he is a professional guys do not worry💯

honestly, he is pretty ? that you had trouble speaking

after finding out its bcs youve been isolated from the human things, he kind of goes🤔

the business in his head is controlling him before he can stop them😖🫣

would u like a potion from him to help u with that problem<33

honestly head empty rn

Kalim

rhey all thought you were a beastman and he is not an exception

is def surprised bcs ur ass howled one time at a full moon

he witnessed that, he had the front row seat as witness

he lets u do ur thing its ok

even asked u if its family tradition HELP /J

"oh man u have such fluffy hair"

he said before trying to touch it and realising its literally tangled all over

him and jamil whos right next to him

were u raised in a barn??

kalim assumed theres no hairbrush in ramshackle

u dont have to worry bro, kalim is more than happy to stock u up with some hairbrush

"oh its nothing much dont worry😊🙏‼️" the literal gold handles on the hairbrush:

u dont have to worry abt not speaking much, he speaks enough for the both of u

he spoke such strange things u dont understand him sometimes

u just nod along and gave him thumbs up

its like sun and moon but the moon is confused /j

if youre sleeping outside, he will join u btw

he brought his pillows and blanket out to have a small sleepover with u

jamil had a mini heart attack when he went to wake kalim up in the morning to see hes missing from his bed

Vil

vil when be sees u

yk how yall lived in pomefiore for a bit after the idia thing??

yeah he polished u up so much bro

u came into the dorm looking like someone abandoned u so youe only option was to live in the jungle with the help of ur jungle friends and have survived through the way of the mammals since u were an infant

and u came out looking like a brand new person

u came out of the dorm looking like u got new skin that its literally shining under light, ur hair softer and no longer tangled and no more eyebags and u smell like flowers

vil wiping his forehead after a job well done😊🙏

also he was pretty shocked when he found out u were pretty isolated from the human norms or whatever

he did try his best to break you bad habits, like literally running in mud

he also helped u with like speaking problems?

he got u a whole dictionary in case u dont know the word bro

also fix ur uniform for ueach time u try to loosen it up because its too suffocating for u

if u try to loosen it up one more time, he'll add the veggies in ur plate

he absolutely does makes u eat ur veggies

he'll tie u down a chair and make u eat them even

/j he wouldnt. he have rook to help him with that

Idia

him after he fixed ur dorm with the greatest and newest updated quality just for u to sleep outside

he gets it, youve been raised this way

but he just fixed it for u bro😢😢cant u at least sleep in there

grim sleeps in diff rooms every day bcs of the upgrade and u did this?? /j

oh well at least the outside kind of looks better now too he guess....

u dont even use the tv, u dont know how it works

"people in there real?" "? no ?"

he beats u in every video games ever because u literally could not keep up with technology

hes slaying everyone and youre wondering how to make ur character walk the way u wanted them to

u accidentally drowned somehow in the video game

he feels a tad bit bad for u

he cant bond much with u because like

hes quiet, youre quiet

hes a modern dude, u dont even know whats a phone

he likes video games, u prolly like hunting for food

if you two r in a room together, the only people who r talking r literally the wind

"whoosh whoosh whoosh🌬" whoosh whoosh🌪

Malleus

he spoke enough for the both of u (its abt gargoyles)

he actually spoke so much confusing words for u

u looked at him like 😃🫨 (ur head is spinning and u r dying)

u can always ask him if u dont understand tho

he will explain in another paragraph but its ok, at least u understand now

barely actually

ur brain hurts and its fried from talking to him since he use big words

he did try to use simpler words for u!!

oh u two can kind of bond i think

youre both not familiar with technology so it will work well

u know those faces grandparents make when looking through new technologies

like the eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowed look with thag confused look

yeah thats the both of u

u both try to figure it out together (it did not work out)

yall asked lilia for help

peepaw is into the trends, he can help the both of u dont worry!!

he saw how messy you could be sometimes and went damn

he'll fix u up with magic its ok

show me funny things, magic man

anyways its a habit of his to fix anything in ur appearance whenever u have ur nighty walks

like u have this dirt on ur white uniform? say no more.

theres a damned branch in ur hair (dont ask how u got that) and its tangled in ur hair?? he got u pookie

part of ur clothes r literally ripped off because god's knows what youve been doing in your free time??? u dont even need to ask bbg

[strkyoo]

— flowerboys

PAIRING ; florist!tighnari x biker!male reader

IN WHICH ; tighnari has a random crush on his regular biker customer! how interesting … i wonder how will tighnari try to approach him and make him fall for him?

NOTE ; IM SO SICK…,, but ugh florist tighnari literally makes my brain hurts so much to not write it — wc ; 680

// FLUFF — MODERN AU, drabbles, implied he/him pronouns for reader, slow burn?, ONE JUST ONE cringy cyno joke reader made, ‘delulu’ tighnari??

⋆ florist!tighnari who had an … ordinary first encounter with you. it all started when you decided to visit his newly opened flower shop. still, he wasn’t expecting someone as sweet as you to be his first customer!

⋆ florist!tighnari who didn’t realise that his tail was swaying here and there whenever he looked at you, struggling to find a suitable seed when you wanted to plant a new flower.

“need any help, biker guy?” he chuckled as he left the cashier counter, smiling playfully as he saw your struggling expression.

you just smile awkwardly and nodded, barely muttering any word to him because of how nervous you are around this new florist guy.

“... chill, dude. i don’t bite or anything.” tighnari laughed again as he stepped closer beside you, trying to help you to find a seed you’ve been looking for with an amused smirk crossed his lips.

⋆ florist!tighnari who likes to look at your padisarah pin on your clothes, saying that it looks lovely, especially since you’re the one who wear it. he would definitely say that padisarah is as beautiful as you as a joke, and maybe deep down—it’s not really a joke for him.

⋆ florist!tighnari who would always smile warmly whenever you entered his flower shop. he would wave at you with a bright as a sunflower and sweet as a nectar smile, looking at your back lovingly whenever you tried to find a new seed. he rests his chin on his palm-like paw (or paw-like palm idk), staring at you with such a dreamy face.

oh archons … did he just fall head over heels for you?

⋆ florist!tighnari who would like to have a matching floral themed stuff — earring, ring, necklace, pin, whatever it is, as long as he matches with you. a secret, unofficial sign that one day, you will belong only to him… <3

⋆ florist!tighnari who couldn’t help but sometimes give you his favorite flower, seeds, or even gardening items for free to you—saying that it’s a gratitude to always coming over to his flower shop every day. but deep down, he had no reason to give it to you, he just wanted to see your adorable reaction!

⋆ florist!tighnari who hesitated when he asks you if he could have a ride on your bike whenever you have free time.

⋆ florist!tighnari who will chuckle awkwardly in relief when you said he can have a ride on your bike, while deep inside, he wanted to scream “LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO—”on top of his lungs for getting accepted.

⋆ florist!tighnari who pretend that he didn’t know how to ride a bike together before, it’s absolutely clear that he’s doing it on purpose to hear your cute step by step explanations.

“hold on tight, nari!” you joked slightly, which received a playful flick on the back of your head from tighnari. (pls tell me u get the joke)

you guided his hand carefully through your hips to your waist, which caused him to flinch in surprise when you do that so … casually.

he can feel how soft the fabric of your clothes are, his ears drop in embarrassment as he tries to control his breath and his wagging tail.

“his waist is … so soft … so grabbable.” he thought with a rosy cheeks, finding it hard to focus when he was holding your waist so carefully.

⋆ florist!tighnari who always loves to hold your waist while thinking of romantic scenarios you two would have while biking together 𖹭

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated (with tags) ! ♡

@strkyoo, 2023.

[riveroftales]

😗Ummm…. Do you think you could do a little Drabble or some HCs about Genya with a mom figure? Like, maybe Himejima gets married and his wife meets Genya and is determined to give him a stable family and a good female role model. Like sure he totally ignores or is embarrassed by her at first but then she makes him food or cuts up watermelon for him 🥺 Maybe he eventually opens up to the “mom” and she tries to help him untangle all his teenage anger. MY POOR BOY NEEDS A FAMILY AND HIMEJIMA CANT DO IT ALONE. (Also pls feel free to ignore if you don’t like the prompt. Tysm I love your writing and the blind Genya AU kills me in the best way possible)

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𝖢𝖢'𝗌 𝖭𝗈𝗍𝖾: AHHH IM SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE MY EXAMS LITERALLY START THIS THURSDAY AND IVE BEEN CRYING BECAUSE OF IT🥹

Himejima was like a father to Genya. His father was an asshole, so having a good role model made Genya adore him so much more.

He loved his mother. His mother was gentle, smiled a lot and despite being weak, she was able to protect.

He didn’t have anyone in his life to replace his mother and he wanted to keep it that way. That is, until Himejima got married.

Genya was beyond happy that Himejima got the chance to fall in love with someone who loved him and who he loved back, but he didn’t know how to approach the new addition to their tiny family of two.

The poor boy’s cheeks would always flare up intensely whenever he saw you. At first, you thought he genuinely liked you which led you to reject him politely during the hashira training one day in front of everyone else.

It was after Genya passed out from embarrassment when Tanjiro told you Genya just got nervous around every girl whether he liked them or not.

Genya was basically your son, so you had a mission to get him to think of you as a mother.

Even though he ignored you at most times, you managed to talk to him even if he didn’t respond. You opened up about everything and told tales of your past.

You ruffled his hair often with a soft smile before you always went up to your husband to kiss his large hand since he was far too tall for you to kiss his cheek.

Genya stayed up late often to train, so you also started staying up to make him little snacks occasionally.

You would call his name and give him a small plate of a few pieces of onigiri and smile when you see his eyes light up as he ate. Your favourite part was occasionally surprising him with another small plate of watermelon cut into adorable shapes.

You really babied him a lot. He was a huge kid, but you couldn’t help it. Genya was like a shy tiger.

The kid occasionally started warming up to you and he started initiating conversations. He could see the way your eyes lit up every time he made effort into your relationship.

You often say together with the three of them, showing them how to make some of your dishes. Himejima would help with the cutting and washing, while you guided Genya with the cooking.

You cried for the first time in years in your husband’s arms after Genya had left for a mission and he had said, “Bye, mom! I’ll be back soon! Please make a lot of food for me when I get back!”

You obeyed your baby’s request. How could you not? You loved seeing the hidden joy in his face whenever you fed him some food directly. Himejima smiled to himself when he heard the laughter his newfound family let out. He was beyond thankful to the gods above that he was alive to experience something so precious.

Genya soon realised that you weren’t his mother. You were never his mother, and you would never be his mother, but he would love you the same. He loved his mother, but he also loved you. His mother taught him how to love because it was all she could teach before she passed, while you helped teach him the rest.

You were there to hold him when he cried in your shoulders on the day his older brother nearly blinded him. You didn’t judge him for eating demons. You didn’t look down at him when he confessed he couldn’t use breathing forms.

You were there for everything. You were there during both Genya’s and Himejima’s sparring sessions, you were there to cook for your family, you were there to listen, you were there to love them. You were even there when Himejima had to leave abruptly to the demon amuse headquarters after an emergency meeting was announced. You were there when you saw Genya fall in the trapdoors on the floor which appeared so suddenly because you didn’t have a good feeling of leaving him alone, making you run up to his training ground to retrieve your son.

You ran as fast as you could when your husband’s kasugai crow led you to where the big battle was happening, only reaching during daybreak.

You felt your heart drop and tears sting your eyes when you saw corpses everywhere, but the sight of your unmoving husband was the only thing you were focused on.

The kakushi had to hold you back even when you screamed at the top of your lungs, yelling at Himejima to open his eyes.

You choked on your tears when you asked about Genya, your son. You knew he was also gone from the silence you received.

You couldn’t even cry anymore. Your eyes just closed before you passed out.

You woke up with a message from Sanemi that Genya had turned into ashes. Your little boy didn’t have a body to bury, meaning he’ll never have a proper funeral.

You folded Genya’s clothes really neatly and placed it in your dead husband’s arms as he laid so beautifully in the casket. You placed your son’s gun on top of his uniform, unable to watch the burial since tears were blurring your vision.

You woke up the next day, wishing you could feel the weight of Genya’s leg over your stomach as he slept in the most atrocious position ever while Himejima’s arms refused to let you go even in sleep one last time.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

hiii saw ur requests are open for inside job 🖤 what about brett hand with a s/o who’s confident and assertive but also very kind especially to him?? like they would always be there for him whenever he’d have a panic attack, comfort him whenever he’s upset and defend him when someone’s being mean to him?? pls i love him he’s such a little meow meow

A/N: AHHH MY FIRST BRETT ASK I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANON <333 I love Brett we need more people like him in this world.

Warnings: Mainly fluff all around, john from finances is my biggest opp atm 😒👎

Navigation!! // Masterlist ( coming soon )

Brett Hand was usually the guy everyone loved—always optimistic, always eager to lend a hand. But the corporate world wasn’t always so forgiving. There were times when even his relentless positivity wasn’t enough to deflect the sharp edges of office politics.

It was late afternoon when you found Brett in the break room, staring out the window with a deep frown creasing his usually bright features. His posture was slumped, his hands gripping the edge of the counter like he needed something to hold onto.

“Hey, Brett,” you greeted him, your voice low and warm as you approached. You leaned casually against the counter beside him, your presence solid and comforting. “Everything okay?”

He glanced at you, his eyes reflecting a weariness you didn’t often see. “Just… work stuff,” he said, trying to brush it off, but the way he ran a hand through his hair told you there was more to it.

You tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. “Work stuff, huh? Is that why you’re hiding out in the break room instead of in your office?”

Brett let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Yeah, guess I’m not doing a great job at pretending everything’s fine, huh?”

You placed a hand on his back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades. “You don’t have to pretend with me. What happened?”

He sighed, his shoulders slumping even more. “You know that big presentation I’ve been working on? The one for the execs?” He paused, waiting for your nod. “It didn’t go well. At all. There’s this one guy—John from finance—he just… tore me apart. And not in a constructive way. It felt personal.”

Your brow furrowed, anger simmering beneath your calm exterior. “John, huh? The guy who thinks he’s everyone’s boss?” You shook your head, irritation clear in your tone. “Brett, that’s not on you. Some people get off on tearing others down to make themselves feel bigger.”

“I know, but…” Brett’s voice wavered, and he looked down at his hands. “It’s hard not to take it personally when you put so much of yourself into something, and then someone just… rips it apart like it’s nothing.”

You turned to face him fully, placing both hands on his shoulders and gently forcing him to meet your eyes. “Brett, listen to me. You’re one of the hardest working, most genuine people I know. John’s comments say more about him than they do about you.”

He searched your eyes for a moment, as if looking for something to hold on to. “But what if he’s right? What if I’m just… not good enough?”

Your grip on his shoulders tightened, a mix of firmness and tenderness. “Don’t you dare doubt yourself because of one person’s pettiness. You got where you are because you’re good at what you do. You care, and that shows in everything you touch. No one can take that away from you, especially not some bitter finance guy.”

Brett took a deep breath, some of the tension leaving his body. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You always know what to say.”

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his arm. “I’m always going to be here, Brett. I believe in you, even when you forget to believe in yourself.”

As you both stood there in silence, the weight of the day slowly lifting, you knew Brett wasn’t entirely free of his doubts. But he leaned into your touch, drawing strength from your presence. He had someone who saw him, really saw him, and that made all the difference.

Later, as you both left the office together, you noticed John across the parking lot. The sight of him immediately reignited that protective fire within you, but you kept your cool. As you walked past, John threw a glance your way, and you didn’t hesitate to hold it.

“John,” you called out, your voice carrying just enough edge to get his attention.

He looked over, a smirk on his face. “Yeah?”

“I’d appreciate it if you kept your critiques professional,” you said, your tone polite but firm. “We’re all working toward the same goals here. Tearing down a teammate doesn’t help anyone.”

John looked taken aback, but before he could respond, you added, “And for the record, Brett’s presentation was solid. You might want to rethink how you approach these things in the future.”

Brett squeezed your hand, a small, grateful smile playing on his lips as you both walked away.

“You really didn’t have to do that,” he said quietly.

“I know,” you replied, meeting his gaze with a steady look. “But I wanted to. You deserve better, Brett. And I’m not going to let anyone make you feel less than what you are.”

Brett’s smile grew a little more, the warmth returning to his eyes. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

You shrugged, grinning. “I try. And so do you, which is why I’ve got your back. Always.”

[eyelessfaces]

Hi! Could I request “when others can tell you're in love (or really care abt one another) just from the way you stare at each other” with Llewyn? I think it’d be really sweet and I know you would write something beautiful for him! Love your work! 🥰

thank you sweetie, hope you like it! <3

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A small laugh escapes your mouth at Sam’s joke; something about Yuri Garagin’s space flight – Llewyn adds to it, and you scoff again, lightly squeezing his hand that is protectively resting over your stomach. 

“Shit” he mutters, looking up to the other side of the small apartment living room. “I’ll be right back kitten” Llewyn hastily affirms, quickly leaving a kiss on your cheek as he notices Jim finally free from his conversation. 

Your eyes follow him as you reply with a nod and a small smile, watching him join Jim at the open window, where he pulls out his pack of cigarettes and tucks one between his lips as Jim tells him about his latest recording session. 

You take a sip of your drink. The ambient sound around you is a bit overwhelming, the laughter and chatter laced with the sound of a Motown record filling Jim and Jean’s small apartment.

You look back at Llewyn for a second, and his gaze catches your own, sending you a sweet smile that you immediately reciprocate before he resumes his conversation. 

“Jeez, he got it so bad” Sam mutters, before taking a sip of his beer.

“Hm?” you question after a while, distracted by the way Llewyn laughs at something Jim says. 

You turn back to Sam and he finishes his beer, licks his lips before talking again. “The way he looks at you, the way he acts around you, he got it bad.” he elaborates, tilting the neck of his beer towards you, chuckling.

“He got it bad, huh?” you reply, amusement evident in your voice, heat slightly creeping up your cheeks at Sam’s comment as you steal a glance back at Llewyn, focused again on his conversation with Jim.

“Yeah, obviously. I mean, it's like he's got stars in his eyes whenever he looks at you. It's sweet, really.” he nods, looking over at Llewyn too, who’s talking with his hands, cigarette between his fingers. “Never seen him like this.”

You can’t help a stupid smile from growing over your face and a fluttery feeling from filling your stomach, sending an appreciative nod to Sam. You take a sip of your drink, then raise your eyebrows as you remember; “I used to think I could never pull him” you admit later with a laugh.

“Well,” Sam scoffs. “Seems like you were wrong” he chuckles, and Llewyn walks back up to the both of you, stubbing out his cigarette in the nearest ashtray.

He approaches, and slips his hand into yours. “Missed me?” Llewyn asks, a playful glint in his eyes. “What were you talking about?”

“Always” you joke, a teasing smile over your face as you squeeze his hand. “And uh, nothing important” you wave off, chuckling. 

Sam clears his throat lightly, a playful scolding look over his face. “Alright, we were just discussing your undeniable charm and the way you look at me like I hung the moon or something,” you add, teasingly.

“Hah” he scoffs, nodding, giving you a disbelieving look. “You can’t blame me” he smiles, his hand shifting away from your own to wrap around your shoulders. You lean into his embrace, your head resting against his chest as he leaves a quick kiss at the top of your head.

“Disgusting” Sam teases, rolling his eyes in mock desperation, earning a laugh from both you and Llewyn. “I'll go grab another drink, behave”

Sam leaves, allowing you to turn to Llewyn and cup his face to leave a kiss on his cheek. His fingers gently grasp your chin as he presses his lips against yours, and as he pulls apart and looks at you with a smitten expression, his eyes convey everything you need to know.

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[mazeinthemiroh]

hi!!!!! can i request a little skz reaction (if u aren’t too busy) to their s/o being super affectionate and full of pda in front of the other members?? i love the skzers sm ;-; thank you!!!!

stray kids reaction to their s/o being very affectionate

genre: fluff, slight crack

word count: 0.7k

warnings: none

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bangchan

chan has literally no shame, we all know that by now. he's also very affectionate so it's a match made in heaven, really. he feels like his hurt is gonna burst because he just loves you so much omg. you guys are like touching each other 24/7. he has his arms around you whenever he can. the members groan every time they see you guys together because you're always cuddling or hugging or whatever. jeongin in particular has the tendency to through pillows at you both whenever you guys are watching a movie with him or something.

lee know

contrary to popular opinion, i think minho wouldn't mind having someone who is affectionate. i think being too affectionate and he might get overwhelmed and also he just likes having his space. but usually, he doesn't mind at all by the fact that your physically affectionate, especially considering the amount of time you are spent apart from each other. he likes feeling needed and wanted. of course, in front of the members, he would cringe out and push you away playfully, but when you're both alone, he's a fluffy mess and secretly wants to be cuddled :(

changbin

best-boy-binnie also loves any sort of affection so he welcomes you with open arms. there's nothing like being close to his favourite person, especially after a long day. if you are affectionate around the other members, changbin is ready to show it off. you'll hear comments like: "they just love me so much, what can i say?" or if the members tease you both: "hey, you're just jealous that no one loves you the same way." he's so petty it's so funny.

hyunjin

hyunne can get a bit overwhelmed with too much physical touch. i would say so long as you are gentle as you approach him, he's absolutely fine with it. he feels so precious and soft when you want to hug him all the time. he will also initiate affection too, wrapping both his arms around you in a side hug whenever he feels like it. he doesn't really mind if it's in front of the members, but he might get a bit giggly and shy depending on how much affection you give to him when they're there.

han

also the type to not be too keen about full-on physical touches. subtly is key. he doesn't want too much all at once. he wants to just enjoy your presence and share small amounts of affection at a time, like holding hands or shuffling closer to one another. if you guys are on the couch with the other members, idk watching a movie or something, if he feels you snuggling into him and wrapping your arms around his waist, he would simply melt inside, and would put an arm around you to draw you closer to him.

felix

felix is just 🥺 he's a precious angel i'm gonna cry. anything that makes you happy will automatically make him happy. he will take any affection he can get, but he is most drawn to a partner who shows a lot of affection, simply because he has so much love to give anyway. he needs someone who is willing to reciprocate that love. and with this, he's fine with pda. he doesn't find it awkward in front of the member to be affectionate with you, because they know he's head over heels in love <3333

seungmin

seungmin is more private. he's never really been too keen on pda anyway, so having a partner who is into pda and is really affectionate might take him some getting used to. it's not that he doesn't like affection; he just doesn't know how to deal with it. might just awkwardly stand there while you give him a back hug while the other members are there. he's not even embarrassed it's just hard for his brain to process the cuteness and fluffy feelings that are going on inside.

jeongin

now, he's the type to get embarrassed. he's just a shy boy, what can i say. as he grows older, he gets more and more confident with just doing whatever he wants. so pda? he's fine with. but as soon as it's pda in front of the members?? he's whole face goes ready. of course, his older brothers will tease him relentlessly, and it's so funny to you that you decide to do it on purpose. you'll be overly affectionate, giving him a big smooch on the cheek while the members jeer on in the background. all the while, he's staring daggers at you be afraid

[horanghoe]

SBIADITO - Scarlet Fever 1/2

Main Masterlist // SVT Masterlist

Group: Seventeen

Members Mentioned: Hoshi//Soonyoung, S.Coups//Seungcheol, The8//Minghao, Han//Jeonghan

Pairing: Werewolf!Soonyoung x Reader (Fem Perspective)

Genre: Angst / Fuff / Heavy Smut / Werewolf!SVT, minors dni !!

Word Count: Just over 17K

T/W’s: Heavy smut with frequent mention of Werewolf features & lore. This is purely fiction and not intended to harm. If you don’t like Werewolf!au’s, please scroll on, with peace and love!! 

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In the dark, familiar belly of your home; your breath stilled.

Soonyoung was having a nightmare again. 

You could hear him struggling. Again. 

Through your link. Through the pain. 

Through the walls. 

With a soft exhale, you padded across the living room to approach the space leading to his doorway. 

You had been camping out in your own living room for near enough eight long and silently dragged-out hours. 

Listening with an aching ear to your Mate’s irregular breathing and the violent fluctuations of his heart rates through the thick, distant walls. Attending to his moans of discomfort; the duvet being thrown off his body, on, then off again. Pressing him with water, or food, whenever able.

He was in deep, deep Fever.

And you couldn’t stand to be away from him any longer.

“What is it? What’s wrong with him, Jeonghan? What is it you’re not telling me?!”

Jeonghan had sighed, with a withdrawn look seeping even further across his face than when the two of them had entered your home. 

Jeonghan looked to his left side, whining softly. His hands twisted together as older brother Seungcheol shared that pained, unspoken expression with him. You instead turned to whisper-yell towards Jeonghan; your closest confidant and the second half of the hierarchy.

“I’ve never witnessed anyone in this family even catch a cold, let alone anyone get so sick that they become bedridden Han?!” 

You spared a glare towards Seungcheol, only to be met with the crown of his head.

They were avoiding your eyes. 

And it was rightfully making you aggressive and irate.

The two Alphas had come to check on their brother per request. To protect their adopted sister - you - again, per request. And yet, the two Alphas sat, withdrawn, in the middle of your home, with nothing to offer but side eyes and uncomfortable expressions.

The sanctity of your high rise was being mitigated by Soonyoung’s sudden illness and the Alpha brothers' sudden beckoning. The two men could smell the stress coming off of you in hot waves.

“Why is nobody answering me?!” You finally yelled, tugging your silk nightgown closer against your body, heart rate rising with a sudden pump of adrenaline. You knew better than to shout at your leaders. Yet you were pressed into a corner, and desperate for a response. 

“You came here because I asked for your help - and yet you have nothing to say?! There was no point in you coming all this way just to sit in silence, so you may as well leave!”

A sharp warning of a growl and a ticked jaw from eldest brother Seungcheol made you turn on your heels quickly, out towards the window. You puffed out your cheeks like a kid being scolded, hugging yourself tightly with a pumping heart and an instant strike of guilt. Soonyoung wasn’t here to negotiate the social politics of Wolves, and you were out of fucks to give. A dangerous combo.

You weren’t about to apologise, but your gut told you it was wrong; so if you had to stand your ground with a prickle of desperate sadness striking up your throat, you would do so with your back turned. 

For a Wolf, turning your back signified trust. 

But it also flagged up the indirect demand for space. 

A moment to gather yourself. A minute to bite your tongue and feel it bleed in an effort not to speak out against the pack’s rigid hierarchy.

The soft breeze billowed your unfamiliarly distressed scent out then back into your very own home as they stayed silent. 

Respectful of your body language; even if you didn’t know what it was you were demanding, they remained stoic.

Your fingers and palms danced at your face, dappling away the tears on your sore cheeks, sniffling against your shaking knuckles. All the while trying to breathe through the sudden heavy lump surfacing in your throat. 

You heard a rustle in the distance; digging your nails into the soft flesh of your bicep - the noise had come from your Mates' room; anxious to your body no doubt stirring him with your chemically pungent grief, only a few metres away.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol had heard it too. Exchanging a look that confirmed they would need to comfort you while their brother was displaced.

They often forgot you were born human. 

That being an Omega who needed guidance was not something that came instinctively to you. That your metamorphosis of lifestyles and sacrifice of power and anonymity would be life-long. 

They would do well to remember it.

You whimpered, defeated, with your chin tucked in and lip wobbling in grief.

“I just want to know what’s wrong with my husband…..”

Your soft peal of grief touched Jeonghan. He knew it well. 

His own Mate had been turned, Human to Wolf.  Memories of his wedding flashed behind his eyes at the endearing way you referred to Soonyoung - as your 'husband’ - recalling memories of your wedding, also. He remembered the way he cried in joy for his brother. For you. 

Although Mated for life, the wolves had gone through an unnecessary human wedding process for their loved ones, upon their request. They never regretted it once; this seemed to just be yet another building block in the path to a healthy life bond.

Jeonghan considered the kindred connection between you both. He stood for a moment, adjusting his suit, attire out of place for the morning hour, the fabric still tinged with his Mate's citrus scent. Then, he approached you, meeting your side at the window.

His palm reached to your furthest shoulder, pulling you towards him until you crumbled against his side. Tucking your scalp against his Adam's apple. Embracing you, despite your tense demeanour. Taking a moment to connect and intake a heavy amount of air; before releasing with an angelic-sounding sigh.

“You’re okay, pup.” Jeonghan whispered soothingly, “You’re okay.” 

A smile breached his face, expression placating entirely; matching your fearful teary eyes in the windows’ reflection.

“We know you’re scared. But we’re here for you, Y/N, as much as we’re here our brother. You’re okay, pup. We’re here now. Take a breath. Nothing is going to suddenly change. No one else is going to invade your space - not even within the next few days - not without our permission, first.”

The insinuation of ‘our permission’ was that the two oldest Alphas were now protecting you both. It made your heart weep, happily.

“Me and Cheol are here - your brothers are here, Y/N. And Soonyoung doesn’t need to be removed. You’ll stay together, for now… So take a deep breath. For me, please?”

His voice calmed your nerves an unreasonable amount.

You pressed your palm against Jeonghan’s rib cage; body reacting to the proximity of another man, another Wolf, another Alpha via its own whims; such a feeling was unfamiliar, strange.

While you were smart enough to realise that Jeonghan was exerting a considerable amount of force on you emotionally to control you; you were not knowledgeable enough quite yet to realise how desperately you needed to let your walls down for them.

It was a generous attempt at contorting your grief into comfort, and Jeonghan was particularly skilled at manipulating emotions in others…

But you were even more stubborn. 

The two of you now glared at each other like siblings about to spark a brawl, inches away from each other's faces.

So much so, that the tugging on either side was tangible to even Seungcheol who sat behind you both. The elder rolled his eyes with a slight sigh. 

‘She’s not going to curb, Han. Not while she’s this distraught. Step down, before you waste your energy - or better yet, start a fight on her turf - brother.’ Seungcheol murmured mentally through the link, bypassing you entirely.

Jeonghan’s cheek muscle twitched in response. You were capable of more than Seungcheol yet knew.

“Breathe, pup. Before you pass out.” Jeonghan growled, ever so delicately.

You readied your mouth, ready to speak back, before -

“Do it. Now. I won’t ask you again.” Jeonghan grit his jaw; enacting harsh love without a second thought. Before releasing a sad sigh that sagged his upper body down into a weak curve. “Break the tension, pup… We’re not here to fight.”

Jeonghan’s eyes flashed a bright tulip yellow; the type of power that forced a clap of white noise into your brain - showing that to all company present in the room,  through his true power, the sixth sense tug and pull was merely child's play to him - you were finally compelled to do as you were instructed, as much as he hated to use it on you.

Your lungs heaved a deep, sudden inhale

“You cheap shot fuck.” You bit back, hitting Jeonghan in the chest with weak fists. The sudden intake of oxygen made you dizzy; your body entirely at will to the Alpha that held you steady.

“Atta girl.” He purred, gripping your elbow as you padded on the balls of your feet, knees buckling ever so slightly under the weight of his exerted link. “Just - take a second to get your brain back - then we’ll explain what’s going on as best as we can. How does that sound, hmm, our fierce little newly-turned? Some answers might help settle your nerves a bit; whenever you’re ready.”

You wanted to argue with him. Truly, you did.

But after so many hours of feeling disconnected from another Alpha - Soonyoung or otherwise; journeying through stress and fear alone - you finally felt safe with the two of them directing you.

Even if it killed a huge part of you to admit that.

And whether you realised it or not; their presence eased this new part of you, to a noticeable degree.

After a few spare seconds of considering their words, you finally averted your eyes, frowning and exhaling in defeat. Breathing again, the tension of your shoulder muscles began to release, and you nodded to the Alphas mentally. ‘Go ahead’.

“Good job,” Jeonghan hummed, solely to you. “You’re in our care now, Y/N. You’re safe. I promise.”

Jeonghan’s lips pressed against your forehead in a platonic kiss, before his grip slacked, allowing you to pull away. 

You chose to stay close to him though. Heart pattering loudly to every Wolf in the room. Standing there, covered in only your thin night clothes.

‘Just follow Cheol’s lead.’ Jeonghan prompted internally, soft in tone. ‘And all will be okay, in the end.’

You felt strangely…vulnerable.

Shifting on your feet to cautiously glance at them both under your eyelashes. They didn’t seem mad. Nor upset. But you still felt awful.

Soonyoung had originally gone to sleep early complaining of common illness symptoms; something Wolves could sleep off in a matter of hours. This time, however, was different. Something felt wrong.

It was nearly 3 am when you called them. Terrified as to why Soonyoung was sweating and moaning as his muscles cramped and rippled in agonising pain, calling out to you to 'Call my older brothers!' through the link in his sleep. 

They had sped to you immediately from the other side of the city and made it to you by half past the hour. Sending Minghao to sit with you in the lounge - living only a few floors below and already unsettled by the ‘bad vibes’ he had caught through deep sleep - until Jeonghan and Seungcheol got there; the three brothers closing Soonyoung away and in his room, alone, as a ‘precaution’. 

When they arrived; Minghao was sent away. Despite his insistence to stay by your side; they seemed set to speak to you alone. You were left waiting alone on the couch for the better part of an hour as they stayed with your Mate, deadly silent, in his room. 

You ended up pacing quick lengths across the suite window view as the sun began to rise - until they exited, without words, to take a seat on your couch, with a look someone only gave when they had bad news to share. They had the look of bereavement that you never wanted to live down.

“We thought he would have told you by now,” Seungcheol spoke aloud after some time. His voice as steady and clear as ever. “We didn’t realise he had left it this long -”

“Thought he would have told me what, exactly?” You shot back, bitterly. 

A squeeze from Jeonghan’s hand reminded you that they were on your side. Peaking a glance up at his forgiving expression. Though well renowned for being something of a tease, Jeonghan’s yellow eyes held a good ounce of compassion inside of them. There were some selfless ions inside that body of his. But even they dressed in sheep's clothing.

You sighed through your nose on a pressed exhale, shifting on your toes.

“Told me…. what?” You tried once more.”Soonyoung should have told me what, exactly, Cheol?” 

It sounded a little better - more respectful. Your shift in tone made Jeonghan chuckle, releasing your arm as you turned to see Seungcheol. A faint smile eased onto the elder's face. Jeonghan’s opposite arm rejoined your shoulder, facing forward this time.

A beat of silence passed before Seungcheol thanked you quietly, dipping his head at your correction - a sign to say he had accepted the otherwise shaky attempt at repairing your composure, with great fondness and tolerance.

You bowed your head back. 

It was enough for the Alphas. And they weren’t about to ask you for anything more. Even in your own home, you were still sometimes a little lost in their world. Just thankful for their patience in teaching you their ways.

The older Alphas' gaze was intense when he opened his mouth and finally began to speak, capturing your attention completely.

“Soonyoung suffers from a pretty rare genetic disease. He was the only one who caught it in our generation and we’ve only been able to track it back roughly nine generations - to no cure known. That may seem like a lot of lifetimes to a human, but our lineage is aeons-old. He just happened to draw the short straw in the gene pool, I’m afraid.” 

Seungcheol watched your face contort. Stuck somewhere between being confused and afraid. His expression softened, along with his tone.

“Our little Soonyoungie has always suffered from Scarlet Fever,” Jeonghan noted. “Sometimes…. Well, some phases can become worse than others…” He trailed off slightly, eyes unfocused as memories flashed behind his eyes.

“I’m imagining you’re aware of our cycles by now, Y/N? And how it follows the Moon’s cycles, bi-monthly?” Seungcheol continued where his brother had left off, the two of them working like Cheshire cats in tandem with each other.

You nodded, looking down bashfully as your own memories of Heats and ruts passed in your mind's eye. You returned eye contact gradually, to then allow the Wolf to continue.

He was patient because he knew you learned these things pretty fast.

“And I’m safely presuming that your people have, in the past, told you tales of our vicious, beastly turns on new moons, and the like? Young, fair maidens come to mind?” Seungcheol's question was pinched and drenched in sarcasm, despite his efforts to conceal his disdain. 

Your head dipped again into a nod, somewhat ashamed. You were more Wolf now than ever, but you knew the damage of the folklore humans had spread for centuries would forever stain the real love of these gentle beasts.

“Yeah, they did…” You nodded again. “I never knew they could be so wrong, though, Cheol.” Your words had weight to them. Raising your head as Seungcheol scoffed in agreement. Jeonghan smiled to himself just out of sight, then hummed again pleased, pushing forward. 

“The stronger the cycle, the stronger our Omega’s Heats, our own ruts, hormones, hunger, thirst, intuition, senses, everything - EVERYTHING - becomes. Just for our Soonyoungie… It can become so strong, that it inhibits him from socialising -”

“With humans,” Seungcheol interjected with a sore expression and tone.

“Right,” Jeonghan nodded with a sharp sigh. “It prevents him from socialising with humans - in our newly mixed world. Otherwise, things… Well, he can become very dangerous, little sis. It’s not something we can prevent, or protect people from. Especially when the Scarlet hits suddenly. He can lash out, and get confused like a rabid animal. It’s - it’s not fun to see.”

“He’s a danger to society when in deep fever, Y/N.” The leader spoke in a stern and deeply impactful tone. 

Or, maybe, it was just the words' meanings that carried a message to you like a scream in the night. 

“He has gravely injured people in the past, and I have no doubt he would have killed many more without our family sticking close by.”

“All to no fault of his own, that is,” Jeonghan added, again very tenderly. His brother hummed in solemn agreement. “He suffers from it as much if not more than, the people around him. It’s in his body, after all...”

“It’s important for you to know about all of this, in case of any incidents where you may be alone together again in the future Y/N. You may need to spot the signs for its progression, as he spots you for your early Heats.”

Seungcheol rounded his speech off remarkably delicately given his usual stern and unbending nature, and you would have been amused, were it not for the long beats of silence that followed afterwards.

“I’m sorry, on behalf of all of us; you should’ve been warned sooner. But it was Soonyoung’s story to tell, and I can see now what not telling you could’ve done. The danger we could’ve put you in. The fear and pain keeping such a secret could have caused. I’m sorry, Y/N. On behalf of the family.” 

Seungcheol dipped his head solemnly, followed by a slight bow from his brother.

It was rare to get such an apology; so it struck even more anxiety in your heart as to what exactly the fever could do, to warrant such an action.

You returned the Alpha’s small bow, a show of respect and understanding, but your brow still creased, working quickly to gather the breadcrumbs in your mind. 

Somehow, they had managed to warn you about Scarlet Fever; yet gave absolutely no reasons as to why it was inherently a bad disease to have. It didn’t take you long to realise that they were both incredibly clueless.

“Dangerous?” You mumbled aloud after a short while, troubled by the thought of your bubbly and sweet caring Soonyoung causing anyone harm outside his job of protecting the pack and his family. 

“I realise it’s his line of work to get into brawls, but… He’s maimed people because of this?” You questioned tentatively, “Purposefully? Because he’s what - lost control of himself? That doesn’t make any sense, Hannie. That’s not like him at all. Even you can see that - right?”

Jeonghan hummed ly. He could see your pain, clear as day.

“When the pull of the moon is too strong, out and about on the streets of the city, you may not know friend from foe. Scarlet makes it very hard to suppress the instincts of an average Wolf, let alone an Alpha.”

Jeonghan puffed a huge exhale, clearing his throat.

“You may mistake someone waving at a friend as an attempt to throw something at you, or take another being’s scent - friend or foe - and lose yourself trying to chase and track it. Could end up in a different District following an otherwise fruitless path.”

“Could end up in another city,” Seungcheol mumbled, eyes distant this time. 

Jeonghan nodded, then continued.

“It might be hard to think of Soonyoungie like this… but, it has happened before. He’s ventured too far from home. Sure, maimed people, if you want to call it that. We wouldn’t lie to you for fun, Y/N. We’re just looking out for you as an extension of our younger brother.”

You met Jeonghan’s forgiving eyes with your own, searching them for any space of a lie, before dipping your head in defeat. You could see no deception. Sense nothing but the truth from the two of them. Smell nothing but familial, platonic love in their presence trying to comfort you.

“There are two options for us to consider as a family here. You could either stay here with Soonyoung, and we will leave him in your care with some guidance,” Jeonghan started, voice low and somehow even more delicate than before.

“Or you can stay with one of us for a while, and we’ll send one of his brothers’ to watch over him in a few hours. Either way, we won’t press you for an answer right now, and the final decision is yours to make.” Seungcheol rounded off with a smile. And surprisingly to you, a low growl.

What would otherwise indicate aggression was almost like a purr from the older Alpha. 

And as you and Seungcheol watched each others’ faces for confirmation, you faintly heard Soonyoungs’ pulse on a steady beat. Your gut churned at the thought of leaving him there alone for a week; confused and in pain. If you knew anything about your Mate, you knew that in some way or another, he would search for you, and potentially harm himself in doing so if you left the high-rise to stay with his brothers. 

So, before you knew it, you had barked out an answer. 

“I’ll stay!” A strong growl released from the back of your throat and over your tongue as you yapped, making Jeonghan laugh heartily at your side.

You made a shocking squeaking sound at the back of your voice box that caused your tongue to recoil into the back of your throat, before apologising quickly with a bowed head.

It had been over three years since your turning, but you were still adapting to the changes. 

As usual, neither of them minded. 

“Cute, pup.” Jeonghan snickered, knocking you gently with his hip.

After all, you were an adopted younger sister to them now. And they only wanted you and Soonyoung to remain safe, happy, and well looked after under their care.

“Of course,” Seungcheol chuckled. He reached for your palm, providing a tight squeeze in reassurance, before letting go. “You can stay with him as long as you’d like. But we’ll stop by occasionally to check on the two of you. I do have some bad news, though. Would you like to hear it?”

What a silly question, you thought, but nodded a solid yes regardless. Does anybody ever really feel prepared for bad news? Not in your opinion. But you supposed it was kinder to ask for permission than to throw it upon someone unknowingly.

“Unfortunately - “ Seungcheol hummed, disdain on his quipped sigh. Lip quirked down from his sun-through-the-clouds, break of a smile; fluidly moving into his more familiar and earnest expression at breakneck speed.

Despite what some members had shared with you about their brothers' stiffness, you truly enjoyed being witness to the occasional breaks that Seungcheol shared with you. His heavy warm hugs, gummy smiles, and occasionally an airy high-pitched laugh that lit up any space. It was an honour that you made him feel safe as a part of their adopted family. 

But sometimes; it was equally as warming to know that the person carrying that serious, stern voice, was perfectly willing and actually able to take on incredible feats to protect his family. 

Like he was doing right now. 

He was guiding you to make a decision, via a gentle push. Matching your energy and soothing your Wolf; whether you realised it or not. It was what he was born to do. And he pulled it off extremely well.

“Suppressants won’t help much with the Scarlet Fever symptoms.” 

Seungcheol cleared his throat, noticing your dazed expression and offering you a mutually shared nod, before continuing.

"in fact, they pretty much do nothing at all to curb the amount of hormones being pumped through his body right now. They may possibly help if the Scarlet triggers his rut, but more often than not, he’s simply in flu-like pain. Human drugs are not nearly strong enough to ease the symptoms, as our immune systems burn out the medication before it can even hit our abdomen… I’m sorry Y/N, It might be challenging, but we’re here if you need anything. All twelve of us, I mean.”

Your brow creased, body tensing as you sensed that this conversation was about to come to an end. “And if he goes into Heat? Act as normal, or?”

Jeonghan laughed like chiming bells at his brother's expression of sudden distaste, making you smile faintly before Seungcheol nodded at you. He didn’t even bother to correct your mistake of confusing Heat with rut, simply choosing to move on with a sheepish look on his face.

“Treat the rut as normal. But if anything gets dangerous - if he doesn’t know how to stop, or if he’s injuring himself in an effort to get off - we’re only a very loud shout away. You know that, right, Y/N?”

He looked up expectantly. You quickly nodded, though more reserved than before and with a tucked chin. 

“These walls are thick, but nothing can truly ever be hidden from us - as a pack, or as a family unit. Chances are we’ll sense something before you tell us, anyways. We’re just that damn clingy.” Jeonghan eye-smiled down towards you with another hip tap. “Good or bad, that is.”

Seungcheol gave one last reassurance attempt.

“Look, it’s… unlikely that he will try to hurt you. It’s unlikely that he’ll even acknowledge your presence. You’re just another Wolf to him when he’s in a deep state of fever, I'm afraid.”

Seungcheol shifted in his seat before rising.

Such a subtle movement into your space made your whole body twitch backwards; the sandwiching between the two pressing males made you feel mute, and impacted upon. It was a vulnerability to be standing between two Alphas like this. Suffocating in the wrong scenario. And both you and Jeonghan could feel it.

Jeonghan continued - with cautious eyes towards his brother that told him to stop moving, immediately from where he had stood - drawing away your attention to a more familiar and safe sight. 

His hushed gentle voice eased you once again.

“He’s never signified to any of us that he even knows who we are. I’d even give it a good 99% chance he would affiliate your presence with safety, and family, but not do much beyond seek comfort. I’d consider even some basic acknowledgement as a good few steps forward.”

It was no secret to the family whose affection you preferred when facing challenges.

None of them blamed you; Jeonghan had imprinted his protection upon you since your first meeting - scared, newly turned in his brother’s arms - in their communal elevator. It touched him greatly.

The same with Minghao. You, a newly turned, had been thrown into his office and into a literal pack of wolves the day you met his brother. You were one savvy female among… idiots. And so he also watched over you as an older brother.

They both felt compelled to you and you to them, in a bond only a wolf could ever feel.

Accidents of the purest kind, that never went unnoticed by others.

Seungcheol nodded with a newly stringent tone entering his voice. Almost like he was pleading for you not to push.

“Right - but there’s always room for error. And we’ve never seen him go through the cycle with a Mate - with you, Y/N. Unfortunately for us, those fairytales were written and shared for a reason, and this is a live trial. There’s always a chance that somebody could take something too far, or for him to lash out.”

“Or a chance that it will all go absolutely swimmingly,” Jeonghan drawled with a sarcastic thin-lipped and squinted smile at his brother. You couldn’t help but laugh at his defensive side; ever the witty protector. “Right, brother?”

Seungcheol’s expression pinched with distaste before mocking his brother; then pushing out his last few points.

He realised you likely needed some time alone; space to process and freedom to hide in your safety net of a den. He was eager to leave, but only when he knew you felt secure.

“As I said; it’s unlikely anything bad will happen. But you need to bare it in mind before choosing to spend the next three or four days with him. It might sound like a short amount of time, but he's been known to cry for hours on end. To scream in pain. Starve himself to the point of exhaustion… You'll have to stay strong, Y/N. For your husband. For the family. Just as much as you would for yourself.”

Seungcheol’s tone faded as you withdrew into yourself, avoidant to their eyes and non-respondent. Fumbling with your satin shirt hem as the wind blew through the window and lifted the long sheer curtain around your feet, fabric brushing against your shins.

The jokes felt bittersweet now that you were to be left alone with your Mate, who lay tacky and feeble and in significant pain in your sole care.

“Just being by his side will be treatment enough, I imagine.” Jeonghan smiled down at you, providing one last shoulder squeeze before pulling his body away from you completely. “Shout us if you need anything beautiful. Even if it’s just to talk.”

They had left you unattended, to nurse away your remaining fear and thoughts shortly after. 

Leaving you with the rising sun crawling its way over the city in a burning orange display, until the nearing full moon sat tauntingly low in the distant sky. Skulking away under the earth until it could rise again.

You had eight hours until the red moon would rise and claw its upward ascent until it sat upon its cruel throne once again.

Eight hours of bated breath and loneliness.

Oh, what you wouldn’t do to shoot the cruel thing from where it hung.

Edging around the hallway, you could hear faint whimpering and huffs coming from your Mate’s room. 

You shuffled against the carpet with dreadfully heavy feet. Still not totally convinced that you should even be going anywhere near him beyond absolute necessities.

You knew not to call out for him. 

Knew that this deep into such a restless sleep; this deep into his fever; that would do more harm than good anyways. 

The poor guy was already disorientated; so calling into the night as he tossed and turned as some kind of awfully heavenly ghoul would likely be nothing short of torture.

Pausing at his bedroom doorway, you cracked open the door. And took a moment to absorb his state. 

His room smelt like a den in Heat; only, without the intoxicating sweetness. 

Sweat covered his body as he writhed in his sheets - Soonyoung’s white hair lay in contrast to the flush of his beautiful naturally honey-toned skin - the wolf having to pause occasionally to groan and whine at the deep throbbing of his bones.

Given what you were told; sneaking into a Wolf’s den as an idiot maiden with nothing but a deadly curiosity was sort of only going to give you one of two outcomes. 

This was either going to end relatively badly - null response falling into this category also - or it could all go surprisingly… Well.

Maybe you were just selfish. But you could tell something was off.

The pack - the Wolf family - always seemed fearful of Soonyoung. As if he could fly off the handle at any given moment. But that didn’t make any sense. That wasn’t the Mate you knew him to be. Or the one you knew he had the potential to become. 

So all this fear - in your entirely selfish and willfully naive opinion -  was entirely unfounded. And just plain wrong.

But maybe, you thought, maybe he just loved you so much that no matter what the situation; he would never take it out on you. 

You quickly shook that thought out of your head. 

Not everyone can be the chosen one. People fight, it’s in their nature. So is being fearful of the unknown. Of which; the Wolves were guilty.

Pushing forward with a heavy chest and a huge puff of a sigh; you entered the Wolf's den.

Usually, Soonyoung could hear your heartbeat in another room, across a field, or even a few floors below. 

But by now, he was too far enraptured in his fever to even notice your close proximity.

Or at least, that’s what you had thought. 

Soonyoung had heard you coming. He just didn’t have the motor skills to show that he knew it was you entering his den like he usually would. His voice was gone, and beyond the pain, he could do little but call for you with animalistic whines. His eyes were pressed shut with a throbbing skull overwhelming his thoughts.

Standing at the edge of fate; you considered just how much it pained you to exist like this; unable to help your Mate, your friend, while he suffered great bone-aching amounts of pain.

You had even avoided Minghao and Jeonghan's calls within the sunlit period. Pretending to be occupied as knuckles rasped at your door - only to hear Jeonghan’s sigh and a “We’re worried about you, Y/N. I know you can hear me, just - text one of us, whenever you’re ready. We’ll stop by in the next few days if we don’t hear anything pup. Rest well. Good luck.” 

You mostly found yourself staring out into space in the time left alone. Eyes wide and dissociating your vision to outside the large windows of the open living space area, until the sun had begun its descent. Only moving for water and some food, scrolling endlessly on your phone between trips to tend to Soonyoung. 

The hours never seemed to end.

With the percussion of your Mate's erratic and unusual heartbeat setting a comforting backdrop of noise, you had considered throughout the day the Alphas’ words and their implications. 

In their words, you were a bodyguard for a week. Able to swap out your shift at the castle’s front doors should you ever need to.

You had considered the idea of your life partner not knowing who you were. It had probably happened, and it was probably terrible. But you couldn’t lessen the pull of your gut to follow those fears down a very dark and anxiety-inducing rabbit hole.

And as the sun began to set across the far corner of the horizon, you toyed with the emotions that such anxieties would impose upon your life.

What if he were to get stuck? In his fever? In his rut? Would you be able to live like this?

But despite what your mind told you, the warnings the Alphas had placed upon you; you followed that part of you that strung to him like the fabled red string of fate. 

Bound to each other no matter which way you ran.

His body reacted to you. Even now.

“I’m sorry, baby,” You whispered through a sniffle as you entered, moving fluidly to kneel and slide along on his mattress to sit beside him. “I just needed to check on you. To make sure that you’re okay.” You padded your nose before reaching across his back to smooth over the dishevelled duvet on his ribs; alerting him of your presence. “Or, as good as you can be right now…”

Upon sudden touch, Soonyoung stirred slowly.

One eye peered over his puffy cheek until he could see you. His gaze was sharp, and so unfamiliar that it hurt to look at him. Tears welled in your eyes as an offended expression and a low, consistent growl rattled the mattress beneath him. 

But you had to fight it. Fight against the voices that told you what you knew to not be true. He wouldn’t hurt you… not even like this. 

You just had to prove that to yourself, first. Then you could believe it.

You reached to brush a cold knuckle to the hot skin of his exposed shoulder, testing the water. 

He seemed totally unwilling for you to be there. 

Teeth bared, body rigid and eyes dry; left open long enough that you could feel the ghost of a sympathetic pain in the back of your own head.

But you pressed on. Gingerly toying with the hair on the nape of his neck before pressing as he usually would love you to do against the pressure points on his scalp that could massage his brain.

The sensation of your nails scraping against his sensitive scalp struck a shiver up his spine. A sense of deja vu for a memory he couldn’t quite find. And his growls edged into something more relieved than before.

“Hi baby, it's just me,” You sniffled, laughing bashfully as his cold expression met your own. “It’s just me.”

He seemed unsure. 

You realised how heavily his brain was intensely fogged over; as his brows folded low, eyes sharply focused on far too many things than usually would be comfortable. 

Even though the sun was setting, it was still currently light out; making reflections even harsher to his sensitive eyes. 

His irises were impossibly pinched. And his usually dark brown eyes were replaced with a striking Scarlet red, coupled with a slightly deepened purple ring around the edge. 

What would usually signify your bond gave you a sickly anxiety you struggled to swallow.

“I just wanted to check in on you, was all…” 

You averted your eyes, not willing to tempt fate, even if it was to stare at your Mate’s beauty. Direct eye contact could someday cost you your life. Soonyoung had taught you that. 

“See if you wanted to clean up a bit… Have a drink, eat some food? Maybe stretch a bit?”

A rattling, coarse growl struck up Soonyoung’s throat. 

What he had intended to signify familiarity; became totally misplaced and more threatening than something he would ever direct towards you usually. Enough to make you flinch.

The force of the growl made him hack a dry cough, curling into himself with short wheezing pants. Soonyoung whined loudly in frustration at his own body betraying him. 

He just wanted to reach you. But it was so damn hard.

You smoothed over his hair, shushing him until he settled.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re alright. Don’t push yourself.”

He pressed his face into the duvet with an expression that you had only ever seen on an overheated canine. His chest rattled as his anger pressed another shaking growl through his gut.

You smiled with a demure scoff toward yourself. Totally falling for the faux aggression and admitting to yourself the truth of what his brothers had explained to you.

“Yeah, I know Soonie. I’m sorry, love. I know it hurts. That you probably just want to be left alone, to sleep... Probably don’t even know who I am, or why I’m even here. I’m sorry I can’t take your place love… I would if I could, you know.” 

You fiddled with your unity ring, as you wiped gently at your cheeks.

“Well, hey. I just - I just needed to be one hundred percent sure… You know, before I considered a life where we become severed for several days at a time, or be cautious around you... That’s quite a big thing, you know. In sickness or in health. I just - just… yeah…”

Something sorrowful washed over you.

And you scrunched your face behind your spare hand with a broken inhale at the sudden rush of sadness.

“I miss you Soon… I miss you so fucking much. Even if it’s only been a day…”

He could feel you tugging at the link. 

So sadly that it pushed him to move against his sore limbs.

Soonyoung huffed with a deep, yet hushed growl as his instincts pulled him towards you like the rope around the hull of a downed ship. 

His voice was too hoarse to speak, but he was still there, with you. And he would kill himself to show it. 

He would haul himself through the hot coals of hell until he was nought but dust and bones to breach that gap between you both. If only you would ask; like you were currently.

You were trying to get him to respond like a kid pulling at the fin of a beached whale. 

Sure, there were a million better ways to do it. 

You hadn’t even tried to speak to him through the link. 

But he didn’t blame you. Not at all.

He could sense your fear. Smell your anxiety and deep sadness settling in the room like a light mist. Taste it like brine on his tongue.

Soonyoung rose on heavy arms; back muscles flexing against deep-set scars in an impressive effort to reach you. Groaning at the sensation of his heavy head being lifted; stars bursting behind his eyes.

Once up, he turned on his hips to drop his head onto your shoulder and body weight onto your back with a deep growl that made you strike a shiver; the sound rumbling across the back of your rib cage and into your jaw.

You were unsure if it was actually your own scent that drew him near, or simply that of a female Wolf, but as his dopey smile spread across his face and a sheepish grin pressed into your skin in your peripheral vision, you felt a little more secure. 

And you returned his lopsided smile anxiously.

“You stink, Soonyoung,” You whispered, laughing weakly at his low whine as he shuffled closer. Wiping your nose and your eyes harshly. His heavy body rested on your back, arms wrapping around the soft of your belly to pull you backwards. 

He buried his face into the junction of your neck as he held you. Whines impossibly high-pitched and needy.

And he held you tight. Tight enough to make you frown. Lip wobbling and tears spilling down your cheek.

It seemed like… he knew. But you weren’t convinced that he could tell you apart from just anyone that could walk in here.

“Do you even know who I am?” You choked.

Soonyoung whined after some seconds - initially whimpering at the pain he felt leaving you so isolated and vulnerable - but further crying out against that notion ever being a possibility.

You felt his nose prodding at your cheek until you turned to look at him. His eyes met your own, as striking as ever. 

You averted your gaze quickly, until he whined in succession, squeezing you with all his might to just look at him, unable to communicate with broken lips formed into a pout and a lost voice.

As you looked back up, your heart skipped a beat.

Soonyoung may be in a deep, deep fever, but he was still yours. 

Yours to love. Yours to hold. 

With his chin resting on your shoulder, burning red eyes coupling his usually dopey smile, and his arms heavy on your waist, you released the pent-up emotions in your chest. Sobbing into your firmly swiping fist as he held you tightly. 

Soonyoung began to hum softly. A random tune to soothe you both. Gravely but deep and rumbled due to his vocal cords in this state. Gentle bass like a purring cat. Swaying you in his arms in a gentle rocking motion.

His hot skin rippled under your fingertips as you brushed over his arm. Self-soothing by reminding yourself he was still there, right there with you.

Soonyoung moved his heavy forearm particularly ungracefully into your own. One palm pressed into your stomach to keep you close; while the other pressed into your palm to open. 

Patiently; you allowed him to fumble his hand until he met your ring, twisting it against your knuckle and growling against your cheek with a puff of air and some grunts. It was the best he could do to confirm he truly knew it was you. 

And it worked. The action made you smile, tears welling as you leaned your cheek against his hair, face pressed down into your collarbone.

He squeezed you impossibly close. Able to crush you if he so wished; but gentle as ever.

He was practically purring for you.

It was safe here, and you knew it.

Knew it despite what the leaders had advised.

“Thank you, Soonie, I just …” You bit your inner cheek, sighing. “I just had to make sure…” 

Soonyoung chuffed quietly as he nuzzled you. Not letting go and consistently growling until your heart rate settled and the tears were mostly gone.

He followed his nose against your skin until he reached the back of your neck, the top of your spine almost being burrowed into as you removed your hands to swipe at the tears on your face.

But you didn’t mind. Even while being set on fire, he just wanted to be near you. To hold you. 

Unconsciously his hands searched for your own again, in the dimming light of the sun on his bed sheets. 

You pressed your fingers between his, guiding his arms in a cross over your belly until he held you even closer against him on his own accord, sitting with his knees on either side of you.

“You okay, big guy? My big puppy? You seem content enough just to hold me, hmm?"

Soonyoung’s response washed over your scalp like a blanket being pulled over your head. The low consistent hum of almost a purr pressed against the back of your rib cage and vibrated your stomach pleasantly.

"I'm sorry I left you in here all alone - it's what I was told to do. But I knew it was wrong. Should've trusted my gut, hmm?"

He nuzzled against your hairline, following his nose until you shivered with a muted putter of a sigh. That was a ‘yes, I’m great, don't worry, you're here now’ on his behalf.

“It’s almost night time again.” You spoke absently with a wide yawn. Smacking your lips and not even expecting an answer at this point as you were expectedly met with a rumbling growl and consistent PDA to the back of your neck.

“There’s not much point in washing any of your stuff, but… we should definitely get you washed. Hmm, Soonie?” 

Soonyoung seemed to answer. But you couldn’t quite make it out. Chuffing against your cheek before relenting his attention and resting his head on your shoulder.

“You really do stink.” You smiled. Side-eyeing your Mate as he huffed with an annoyed expression. Letting yourself giggle as he pouted.

“I’ll even go make you a bubble bath, Soon. I would just appreciate it if you could try and gather some strength to help me get you across the hall if you can. That okay, my big puppy?”

Soonyoung growled deeply before pausing, opening his eyes a mere slit to simply look at you. He was deeply touched, even in this state.

Yes, he nodded.

Yes, I would do anything for you.

Yes, I would go through hell if only you asked it of me.

You wiped the tiger-shaped soapy soft sponge directly behind Soonyoung’s ear; gliding it down his shoulder blade, before coming back to his chin to slide it down his chest.

At first, you had simply ignored the way his groans of discomfort had melted into twitches in response to your lazy, hot touch. The patterns you drew on his body with soft humming and an otherwise empty brain. 

You were treating his open-mouthed and airy moans as a symptom of a usual rut like the others advised might happen.

But before long, the continuous slow torture of the soft gliding sponge against Soonyoung’s skin became a test against your will to stay in control of your body and the way it reacted to him.

Soonyoung released a long, loud, rippling growl, before panting softly, head falling to the side away from you. Canines peeking from under his lips and skin hot to the touch. He rolled the muscles in his shoulders and his neck away from you until your mouth watered.

The bastard knew the effect he had on you.

Even kneeling behind his broad shoulders next to the bath, you could see your Mate’s hard-on poking up from the bubbly surface. 

By now, it was throbbing just as hard as you imagined it might be after a suddenly induced rut.

But you still couldn’t help but tease.

“Soonyoung!” You gasped with a giggle. You relished his embarrassed whine as you kissed his temple.

“Even with Scarlet giving you the worst fever like ever, you’re insatiable, aren’t you Soonie? Hmm, my needy little puppy?” 

Soonyoung whined again, but louder this time. He was so obviously found out and badly affected by your words. He shied away from you; pouting and folding his knee up to cover himself. 

You simply giggled, continuing your sponge pattern over his skin. 

He was struggling to control himself. And knew you couldn’t be teasing him deliberately… right? 

But as your pillowy lips pressed to his drying hair and ear, he was starting to get antsy.

“You can go ahead, you know. I know it hurts. I won’t stop you, baby. Go on. Go ahead. It might even help you relax a little bit.” 

Soonyoung moaned softly at your kiss to his temple, easing his knee to the bottom of the tub as his eyes widened into slithers, starting to slowly open.

“Never know - might help you sleep later.”

By now, with the heat of the bath, mixed with your very discreet smell of attraction, his very sudden rush of hormones starting to cloud the room, and your body being so close to him in your burrowing night clothes; Soonyoung was fully panting.

Panting in an effort not to consume you whole, or jump your bones.

Intoxicated by your presence.

With Soonyoungs sweet scent adding to the fog of the bathroom, your poor fan was working overtime to clear it. 

But mostly, it was just pushing hot heavy air around and pooling out of the glass bathroom door and into your suite.

You swiped directly behind his ear again, pressing down his neck in a slow but steady pressure until you reached his shoulder blades. Moving forward to press open kisses and a flat tongue to his ear.

Soonyoung moaned long, and low. Eyes pressed shut and head back.

You strayed your sponge down the crease of his abdomen, circling up and around his nipples in a slow drag before pulling back behind his shoulder.

"Go on, baby. Know you need it. Know you want it."

You could tell he wanted it. Almost unable to breathe anything but his libido signals at this point. And other than verbal response; he was fully able to advocate for himself. 

Soonyoung’s body shuddered, jaw slack into a moan as you peered over his pecks in curiosity.

He had indeed begun pumping himself beneath the water. 

His hand went white from tension as his leg muscle tensed, bucking up out of the soapy surface. Biting painfully at his inner gums to stay quiet. Grunting through nasal exhales, he began panting again with long, ear-aching whines.

But his whines were pained more than anything. Frustrated. Unable to move his aching arms at the pace he would have liked. Battling his stiff joints to scale to direct pleasure.

“Easy baby, you’re going to hurt yourself.” You mumbled against his hair as he turned to lean into you in a daze.

"Let me, Soonyoung."

Making a quick tsk sound, you knocked his hand out of the way. Shuffling further down the side of the tub with loosely rolled up sleeves to move until your chest met his shoulder.

"The shit I do for you…" You grumbled with a hefty amount of amusement. He would give his life up for you if you asked. You just felt the need to tease. "You're lucky I love you, honest to the Gods…"

Truthfully, he looked desperate. Panting with red eyes piercing through you in the fog, begging for a release.

You stuttered for a mere second as Soonyoung’s thick musk hit your nasal cavities; but unbeknownst to you, the Wolf took notice. Nuzzling at the collar of your silk shirt to waft your own scent directly into his brain, growling softly with sharp canines pressing to the thin of your skin. Pressing kitten licks to your collarbone.

A soft growl rattled past his grit teeth as you peeled away his hand. Before he licked his gums and nuzzled your collarbone at the sensation of your soft palms linking together to massage his length in a firm but gentle pressure.

“You big baby.” You laughed gently, the twitching in his legs telling you this wasn’t going to last nearly as long as normal. He whined and huffed, wet hands pulling at the sleeves of your silk shirt until you released a hand for him to manoeuvre.

He threw the given arm behind his head before dropping his nose against your collarbone, grumbling as you pulled your fingers through his already drying short hair. Running your nails over his ears and jaw in long scratches.

You continued to cradle his head against your chest, pulling a few last times before his panting peaked, stomach tensing before groaning loudly into your tacky skin. 

Hot strips of white and warm spurting cum slipped across the top of the bath; causing you to stop breathing through your nose and in through your mouth in quick succession. 

He usually held a decent load - but that was a lot. Beyond the usual rut amount. AKA, a fuck ton of semen.

And it was a sinful scene that you had naturally begun reacting to. Thighs pressing together and cunt slicked within seconds. 

Soonyoung pulled his leg up to roll closer to you. Burying his face into you with a heavy groan.

“Feeling any better?” You whispered through a shaky laugh, dousing your hand with nearby soap before flicking it in the water. 

Your Mate nodded weakly, shuffling to sit up and press his lips to your own. You held his strong muscles up in the right direction as he keened for you.

The kiss started out gentle.

It did, truly.

But before long he had your cunt pulsating around the air in the way he wantingly sucked at your lip as he pulled away. His wet hand reached up to secure your neck in place with one solid, wide, strong palm. His thumb pressed up against your jaw. Spit drooling between your chins.

And as his tongue swiped up against your palette, completely overpowering you in the sloppy kiss; you knew you were fucked. 

Moaning into the broken kiss before pulling back, almost stumbling back on your ass to quickly move away from him. 

Gasping breaths and shaking your head with a choked sound of a shock to try and clear your brain.

But it was far too late to try and hide what your body had begun to beg for. 

Or rather - there was no point in stopping what had already started to spin into motion. 

Within moments, he was rock hard again. 

Tongue pressed to the side of his mouth, sharp eyes staring into your own and softly growling. 

You scoffed. “Seriously?! That was meant to relax you, not get you - or I guess, both of us - in the mood to fuck, Soonyoung! Seriously!! You should be in bed!!!"

You were met with another moody growl, sighing as you rolled up your newly wet sleeves.

“Come on, up, out. I’ll have to help you shower. And we’re doing it cold. Near ice cold, so you can try warming up in bed while you sleep again. Cock soft, head empty this time, please. Come on, help me, please. Get up.”

Soonyoungs upper left corner of his lip curled into a non-threatening and no-noise snarl as you gripped under his nearest armpit, using your strength to heave him up until he could take over. His feet squeaked against the porcelain bath before soapy liquid hit the floor and he managed to haul himself out.

You almost helped him with your eyes shut, just trying your absolute hardest to ignore him. His overwhelming, choking and dizzying scent. His unusually sharp gaze. His hot skin you were just aching to melt against. 

As you reached past him to get a towel, Soonyoung scoffed to himself. 

You were far too obvious. Having danced around him like a scene a mime would put on to make a Werewolf laugh, this entire time.

You used those clothes to burrow in. So they had a smell to them you would never be able to get rid of. Similar to your duvet, or mattress. Or his underwear. Or the slick stains on your thighs. The pre-cum on his shorts.

It was just something innate. Primal.

They gave your untouchable Wolf senses an anchor to ground you; only challenged by the pack's Alpha in a usual family dynamic or your Mate. Both of which combined happened to be staring you down like a four-course meal as you paused for air.

The scent of your wet cunt against your nesting clothes struck some primal part in him. 

Something that urged him to soothe you. 

To Claim you. 

To fuck you so deep and fill you so full with his cum and his scent, that you would want nothing else in the world but to fall asleep in his arms. 

Not have to rely on your own scent or your own items of clothing to feel safe again.

And more importantly; to paint you so full with so much cum that his scent would stick to you for weeks.

The thought - and the current visuals - made his gums and his cock throb with a carnal fervour.

He hadn’t seen those clothes in such a long time. You had never worn them outside of your room, as that was… kind of the point of the whole arrangement. Your private comfort area stayed isolated from everyone, oftentimes even Soonyoung. So in essence it acted like a den. Somewhere to go when the world demanded too much of you; as it usually does an Omega. Especially a female one.

And you really, in honesty, rarely ever needed time away from your Mate.

But he supposed it comforted you as you had camped out and waited for him in the lounge until late evening. 

He had been checking for you too, in his moments of peace. Knew the effort you were making to worry for him. He thought it only kind to return the favour, as your body was cluing him in to-do. 

The Alpha in him very rarely ruled the scene. Found no want nor need to impose himself upon you. 

But in your nesting clothes. Weathered with such fatigue. Still, the smell of fear and sadness clinging to your skin. Caring for him so well, as he should do for you. 

It was time.

“Soonyoung -” You huffed, sighing as he moved like you were afraid he was going about to do. 

His sharper-than-usual nails dug into your hips as he spun you to face the mirror. Hot breath hitting your cheek as he nuzzled behind your ear, boner pressing against your ass as you huffed in a faux-irritated way. He lay his tongue flat against your pulse, dragging up into your hairline then back again.

“You’re getting water all over the floor -” You groaned with closed eyes and grit teeth. Stubborn with resistance to his laments at your skin. Even you were able to pick up on your own arousal in the air now.

The two of you were going to scent this entire floor if you weren’t careful.

Somewhat haphazardly, his palms pressed into yours on the sides of the sink. His hips fell like a heavy weight as he pinned you against the marble. Between his teeth was your Mating Mark, a sharp tooth making you twitch as he chuckled in a low baritone growl. You whined without noise, lips parted with a gasp.

“I can smell you too, flower. Don’t ever forget that.” He spoke in a raspy voice against your cheek, voice hoarse and skin on fire against you in the bathroom fog. His broken lips dragged a new texture across your hot skin. “Thanks for the help. Now please, let me return the favour.” 

You choked a moan at the sudden open kiss at your collarbone. One hand moved to grasp at your breast over the top with wet soapy hands. The other keeping your hand pinned.

You keened over, choking again at how suddenly tender the area was.

“Soonyoung, please hear me out - I don’t think this is a good idea! You’re not even meant to be out of bed yet -”

“Look up, pup. Look at me.”

Your tongue grew heavy in your mouth. Lips pliant and eyes dragging up as an instant haze tugged over your brain.

He was commanding your body, and it made you shake with desire.

But you wouldn’t give up that easily.

“Soonyoung -” 

You moaned airily before gritting your teeth in defiance. His hands pinched your nipples between his sliding fingers, rolling over your shirt with a chuckle. “- you’re going to get me into so much trouble, you horny little shit -”

He smiled with a pointed-canine grin against your neck. A hoarse laugh pulled a loud bouncing growl forward until it racked your brain.

"I don't give a fuck, precious. I'm the only person you ever need to answer to. Or to seek comfort from. Not any other dogs. And certainly not my brothers."

Soonyoung moved his hand to pinch your chin and tilt backwards to look at him. Lip curled in a gentle peel of a snarl.

“Look at me, flower. Or I'll eat you alive.”

Before licking directly into your ear and grinding up against your core. Your leg jolted with another choked moan. 

But you closed your eyes firmly, shaking your head.

By now; you were soaking wet. Both from him physically and… from him physically  

Actually, in every sense. 

And you surprisingly had very little want to fight it.

The past day had made you feel so bitterly alone. Lost, and afraid in his world. 

You just wanted some guidance again. To be held. And he was more than happy to provide. He just had to convince you the jump was worth the fall.

Soonyoung hummed.

“You’ve shown me so much love this past day or so, my beautiful Mate."

His growl vibrated into his hum, hips gliding back and up again until you couldn’t help but take over. 

"You’ve done so well for me. Been so good to my family intruding all over your home and in your den."

His wet cock pressed perfectly into the curve of your body, ass and cunt, as he thrust up against your clothes. 

"Listened for me even when you felt so alone.”

You mewled pathetically; cunt so suddenly ready to be stuffed full that it sent you for a spin.

You stilled abruptly in your movements only once Soonyoung had chuckled into your hair, finally having caught you. 

His hips had stopped moving long ago.

“Look. At. Me. My pretty Omega.”

Soonyoung’s words made your entire body shake.

And you hadn’t whined this needily in a long, long time. Maybe ever.

Your lip started to wobble until you finally allowed yourself to succumb to him. 

Eyes blinking open and meeting him in the mirror. 

Soonyoung hummed a beautiful and pleased vocation from the back of his bass vocal cords, lips pressed to a kiss on top of your skin.

Your pearl pink silk nightwear was covered in his wet soapy handprints as your breasts lay perk and your hair became dishevelled in his musings. Stuck to your tacky bodies. 

Your knees had begun to tremble as he bit higher up on your neck in faux threat; moving to press sharp points into your flesh and wet the skin; only to retract and move them further and deeper once again.

“I would love to cover you in my scent, you know, pup. If you would let me.”

You choked a sob as his fingers pressed into the sides of your throat. You gripped at his forearms; not holding him to you but not entirely pulling the pressure away.

"I want to leave so many Claim marks on you that another Wolf wouldn’t even think about looking in your direction without my permission.”

Soonyoung gently thrust his hips upwards, pushing the edge of the sink further into your bone as he moved to the other side of your neck. Growling at his own words and working himself up in the process, eyes slit thin in the foggy reflection. 

"I want nothing more than to fuck you so completely full until your brain starts fucking melting, sweetheart. How does that sound, hmm?"

He held you until you fell apart in his arms like you had always wanted him to do. He pressed the length of his cock up and against your core again. Making you sob out a moan.

“I could fuck you into the type of submission and bond; the likes of which you've never felt before, my love. A connection that most other Wolves spend centuries trying to reach. Remember we spoke about that, before? Remember how much you begged to be bonded, out on our stupid little fucking business trip? Remember how much you had keened for it before I said we should stop?"

He was talking about… a specific time. 

A specific time and place where he had blown your back, soul and brains out then told you via pillow talk about the inner workings of higher mating and what it took to get there. 

You nodded eagerly. "Yes," You moaned breathily, "Yes, God yes I remember -" You sobbed as you began to get dizzy, core soaking the fabric pressed up against your lips and thighs; soiling the expensive silk clothes in your scent. " - we were so close but you pulled away too soon…"

“Good. I'm talking about that connection, pup. It wasn't the right time, back then… We weren’t ready yet, love." Soonyoung hummed gently in fond memory of the night. “I think it's time. You're ready. I'd be honoured, if you'll let me guide you…”

He growled lovingly, pushing forward.

“What do you think then, pup? Would you like that? To have my cum spread all over your belly? Stuffed up so full inside your cunt you'll be leaking for hours? You just need to say the words, gorgeous, and I'd do anything for you, angel… anything you ask for. Anything at all."

The rasp in his voice struck deep in your essence, and despite yourself, a long, deep whimper escaped your lips. Struggling to battle his aura as your thighs pressed together. Head full of nothing but the thought of his canines catching on your scar.

“But - Soonyoung - you’re still weak - ahhh-” A moan interrupted your arguments as he sucked in an unfamiliar place behind your ear, making your body tremble.

He seemed to be searching for something. His smile told you that he had found it.

“You need to rest -” 

He didn’t seem to be listening. Growling deeply as he caught the skin between his sucking lips, lazily placing a bruise into your skin.

“Would you like that pup? For me to Mark you again? I can smell it on you, you know. You want to give in, but it's unfamiliar. An Alpha’s powers. You're nervous.”

His confession shocked you for a moment. Squeezing up under your jaw until your cunt clenched and you saw stars.

"I could take over? Make the decisions you're too afraid to make. Cut the shit you don't have the energy to refuse. It's what we were made to do, Y/N. The power bred into me. I just need to hear you say the words, my love. Then I’m all yours."

He released the pressure on your throat to gasp breaths and hold his strong forearm, in a complete and utter rush to lock eyes with him behind you - 

Ah.

You were an idiot.

Not only was he not going to hurt you, but he had also spoken before many times about how he tried his best not to exert his powers onto your conscience. 

He knew the control he could exert over you.

Knew the risks involved.

Fantasised about them greatly.

You whined in a desperate panic before chuffing needily at the gentle hushing and peppered kisses on your cheek. 

He kissed you sloppily at this angle, but you didn't care. 

Just so obviously desperate and hungry for his reassurance in this state.

His body was hot. So hot against your exposed neck, thighs, back, arms and even against your pyjamas.

And you were unable to form a single thought until he licked the shell of your ear, edging you towards the point of no return. Coaxing you there as he pressed your palm firmly into the sink. Cheek against yours. 

He nuzzled you before relenting his kisses to watch you in the mirror, awaiting your response. Skin to skin once more. His growl rippled over your back, fuzzing over your brain.

'Answer me, angel.' Your evolving and sifting yellow eyes met his bright red ones. His tone became instantly a thousand times softer than mere moments ago, as soon as he saw you."Do you want it, or not?"

Almost immediately, your head began to spin. You were starting to feel the sudden guttural pull of your Mate looking at you with pure want. 

Your Alpha was seeing you for all that you were, all that you would ever be. And beyond anything, he was finally forcing his power upon you. He had a question and intended to receive an answer. It was a foreign feeling, but one that sparked a fire in your gut that made you moan wantonly.

You became lost in his eyes until your head became entirely blank and foggy and slow like traipsing through the mud. 

The Wolf in you pushed you to nod with a high nasal pitch of a plea, head rolling back to meet your cheeks together in submission. 

'Easy, pretty girl. I've got you.'

He shushed you, growling feebly in response to your eyes meeting him with a deep belly whine in the mirror; struggling to give in.

'Lean into me, pup, if you need grounding. I'm here, and I’ve got you. Lean in.'

His irises relaxed only once yours had expanded, starting to shift into the still unfamiliar colour of honey yellow that met his softened gaze.

'Soonyoung, it hurts my head!' You whimpered loudly. Soonyoung growled softly through open lips, peppering slowly over your exposed skin.

"Breathe, angel. Let me lead. I've got you."

It had been a while since you had submitted to him fully.

But God did it feel good.

An instant tension set into your skull; in your jaw and in your brain. Fuzzing up the hairs on the back of your neck and over your scalp until you shivered, eyes flashing stars as they moved and evolved.

“Good job. You’re so good for me baby.”

It wasn’t that the trust wasn’t there, but your meeting had been one of sudden fate. Your love was a growing one, that you expanded upon daily. And he never saw a need to exert his power onto you unless you benefited from it, or asked. 

Your jaw opened and shut in an effort to speak but right now you couldn't muster the words; pleading with your body while being gently pushed along by his guidance. 

A burst of gold sprang into one of your eyes, a bright daisy mixing with deep wood before disappearing. 

New signs were appearing. 

Something was bubbling in your wolf blood.

It made your connection twang enough for Soonyoung to nuzzle your shoulder. 

'That's it. Lean into it. You’ve got it beautiful. Can you feel it? It's stronger than ever this time.'

Your legs trembled as he licked and bit at the skin on your hairline, whining as your pulse beat against his lips. 

“Answer when you’re ready - lean into the pull, my brave Mate…”

It was your turn to pant, your stomach twisting as you gushed with sudden arousal, skin hot to the touch. 

"Do you want this? To become Claimed completely?"

Your bones began to shake as your eyes and head struck a tension headache, mind swimming in his demand until finally - you answered.

“Soonyoung - please -” You cried out, pressing back against him anxiously.

Soonyoung immediately rippled a protective growl. Confirming he was there non-verbally. Pressing his hot torso against your back and your cheek against his. Eyes soft and watching you carefully in the mirror.

"You're okay, sweet dove, I've got you. You're okay…" 

He whispered affirmations into your ear space so they echoed in your brain. Ready to cut the pull and save you from the crash if you gave the signal to stop. 

But your next cries confirmed what he knew to be true.

"Please, yes I want that - want you to make me come so so bad, I just - just make it stop Soonie, I want you so bad it aches, my head, it - feels like you're pulling me apart - I want it, please -”

“Easy pup." Soonyoung rattled against your temple, voice softer than before. Pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. "I’ll ease it - just don’t fight the pull. You'll only end up hurting yourself more if you do."

He moved to look behind you for a moment; pulling the waistband of your trousers until they caught at your knees.

With steady movements, he aligned himself with you. Knowing your body and anticipating the acceptance even before any prep.

Such was the influence of the Scarlet; forcing the two of you into a temporary Heat, pulling the energy of the upcoming one backwards so you would be allowed a much longer break. But God it was so much stronger than your usual symptoms.

“Can you feel just how deep it hits, Y/N?” A deep raspy growl spoke directly into your brain, making you whimper. Body heat back against your skin in an instant.

With heavy eyelids you inhaled sharply, nodding as your irises expanded. You were melting like old and slightly clunky kinetic sand towards his pull, panting deeply as your thighs shook against him. 

Trying to lean into it, but struggling greatly.

Something was pulling your soul towards him like a hunger you had never experienced.

“The Scarlet is pulling your Heat forward, pup. My body is… our souls are matching each other. Wherever my cycle is… you’re meeting me halfway."

Soonyoung kissed your shoulder delicately.

"Wanna fuck you till you can’t move baby. I know you were awake all day and night, hmm? Watching out for me. Poor pup, all alone. Scared of being left alone in the world.”

He nuzzled you, eyes bearing through your mind in the foggy reflection.

“I could hear those thoughts, you know. So loud and frightened. Pretty flower, I would never let that happen to you. You have me for eternity.”

In your overwhelmed state, you couldn’t help but immediately wash over with emotions. 

And Soonyoung moved his free hand to wipe the stray tear from your cheek.

“I would never let that happen to you, Y/N. I would never leave you so suddenly. I knew the Scarlet was coming. I just needed to see it out. To see how we would work. Thank you, for your love. For everything.”

He whispered. Just for you. Wrapping his arms around you to hold you tight. And he held you there until you eased. Intertwining his hands over yours as they met the sink again.

“Do you want this, Y/N? To be paired, again? To be Claimed entirely? Marked by me so that you never feel alone?"

At your pitiful whimpers, Soonyoung pressed his cheek against yours, growling affectionately. He could feel your pent-up energy ready to burst.

"You'll never need to feel that isolated again, angel. But you’ll also never be apart from me. You know the risks. We’ve been through it before. So - do you want it, Omega? Want to become a part of each other so that we never have to be apart again?"

Softer this time, he closed his eyes. 

"I'd give you my everything, love. Even my life, if you asked for it. I'm yours after this, as much as you become mine. This is your last chance to pull away. The last time I'll ask…"

Without even a few seconds of a pause, you nodded hard, fast, and multiple times, releasing pitiful moans as your head flopped back against his shoulders, pleading against his lips in hushed unintelligible whispers. 

After a gentlemanly kiss and some shushing, Soonyoung moved to nuzzle again at the base of your spine, resting against yours as he took a deep inhaling breath.

“I love you, my precious Omega. Breathe for me, baby. The stretch might hurt a bit.”

Upon his instruction, you met his inhale, attempting to follow his exhale before letting out a cry and crumbling into his hold against him. Moaning loudly, shaking even more so.

You were immediately overcome by the stretch of him entering you; along with something unintelligible sparking under your spine and up into your scalp until you folded with a slack jaw and loose numb lips.

Upon entering you, Soonyoung sunk his teeth into your soft, tacky and salty skin. 

Right up and in; against the spot behind your ear that had made you tremble; until his gums were pillowed; biting down hard enough into your neck that your muscle tensed to curl up into his hold and press his nose into your hair. 

A wicked embrace. Full of pain and desire.

Your pulse thrummed against his tongue enough for him to moan loudly. 

And his cock throbbed heathenly at the way you melded into his arms with such brainless gasps and cut-short gulps of breath and mouthed words to explain how the poison struck a match of buzzing meadows across your skin on the downward plunge of your lungs first being set alight like a burning forest fire, then gasping for clean, crisp air.

But he didn’t need your words.

And as if a second Claim Mark wasn’t enough, the head of his cock pushing past your entrance and spreading your walls even further than usual, matched with the fog of hormones and the sudden wave of Heat striking up inside of you, made you orgasm instantly.

Your back had arched in a sharp backward curve into his chest; gripping at the hand spread flat and wide over your throat; cunt pulsating as stars passed behind your eyes in this sledgehammer of a sudden incline and breach of ecstasy burning the muscles in your thighs until they gave way. 

Soonyoung released the power in his jaw as your body liquefied into his hands. The removal of his canines in your pressure points released your neck and shoulder muscles; gravity pulled your head and chest to fold forward. 

His forearm levered under your chest; and controlled your body weight to stay hovering just above the solid counter sink with care. 

He held you as you shook and airily moaned. Your cunt pulsating around his cock in a vice-like pulsation that had your body hot and ready for more.

Soonyoung released your weight only when you dragged your burning elbows into yourself and pressed down against the counter to heave your torso back up; headspace elsewhere as he peered over you.

From the edge of your hairline, a long strip of blood smoothed down the expanse of your back. 

It folded into your spine and descended fast enough for Soonyoung to quickly grab a towel - the one you had discarded on the side of the sink after his move to pin you - to stop the flow from meeting your conjoined bodies.

He used the towel to press at the wound after wiping the trail clean up your spine in one solid motion; causing you to shiver as he held you up via pinned hips. 

All as he sat snug to the hilt inside of you.

The sight of blood had bewitched him, if even for a second. 

Mouth dry and breath caught in fascination.

Your heart leapt in your chest at the scene before you and the sudden asphyxiating vulnerability you had begun to process once up and looking back at him.

Washing with bashfulness; you scrunched your shoulder up and against your cheek. Moaning in embarrassment at the buzzing tingles of ecstasy sparking up your neck and into your cheek muscles.

His fingers pressed into your warm skin over the towel; while the unfamiliar pout and coyness caused Soonyoung to laugh at you benevolently.

He released the hand holding your chest to shake his head playfully. Resting against the counter to smile down at you. Peppering the opposite shoulder with kisses. Brushing his thumb up and down against the back of your neck where it was trapped; just to feel you shiver and whine. 

“What’s wrong, angel?” Soonyoung’s smile pressed into the skin on your shoulder as he pushed a mocking tone. “Does something hurt?”

“Nghh - Soon -” You moaned shyly as he pressed down forcefully at the wound. You couldn’t help but grind down on him at the spark that struck through you - the fucker did that on purpose - before moaning quietly. 

The fucker was deliberately teasing you, but you had no will to bite back like usual. And that only made his eyes crease further in amusement.

“Yeah - yeah it - it does - hurting - ngh -” 

But you both knew it didn’t really hurt. It was pleasantly numb despite the pinch and you were just bashful in the spotlight of sudden vulnerability, more than anything else. 

'Need you - it hurts - please, Soonyoung.' 

You whined suddenly, loud and needily  in the echoing link.

You were satiated only by his cheek meeting your own, and being held against his chest in a solid purr of an embrace. He pressed his lips all over your free ear, pacifying you.

“Show me, angel.” Soonyoung soothed you, kissing at your ear and grumbling against your cheek dotingly. “I need to see it, to close it, love.”

You moaned at the tingling spreading into your scalp; the shifting of his hips pushing your blood at a faster beat in your chest and out of the wound every time his cock throbbed inside of you.

“Can you show me, please, beautiful? Need to see ~”

With a muted whine and a nod, you released your shoulder very slowly. You prevented the new blood flow from being pushed out every other second by your anxiously beating heart via your palm atop Soonyoung’s hand pressing down tighter and tighter over the towel on your skin. 

He grumbled at the contact; gently twitching his knuckles under your fingers.

You pulled your eyes away with a swimming mind to ease the pressure pulling in opposite directions over your head.

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He purred through open lips, pressing a chaste, open kiss to the shoulder behind the towel, before guiding your dizzy head up and away by a pinched chin as he peeled away the fabric. 

You whimpered feebly, palms pressing down into the counter to ease your nerves.

It was unusually tender. Somewhat awkwardly angled. But it had hit the mark. And it was a clean bite, too.

He hummed softly at the sight once the towel was removed. 

“I see…” Soonyoung mumbled absently. “Relax baby, I’ve got it.”

He moved past you to turn on the tap and dampen the edge of the towel; switching between dabbing at your skin and rinsing the cloth with warm water until he could lick and suck at the skin with the iron taste removed as much as possible.

He didn't mind blood in his line of work. He often came home stinking of it.

He also didn't mind it to protect you; in fact, it was a byproduct that inflated his ego.

But any blood coming from your body made his knees weak, in a rush to protect you.

There was no need for soap or disinfectant as his mouth provided all the goods; meaning he could close an open wound immediately if he wanted.

But Soonyoung held a particular distaste for any spec of your blood on his tongue - for the above reasons - and tried his absolute doggy darn best to avoid it.

“You’re all worked up - that’s why it’s bleeding so quick and heavy - my pretty dove."

The new pet name rolled from his throat with a vibration that made you moan.

"All that adrenaline - it's gone and mixed with the poison in your veins. That’s why it’s best not to fight it… Don’t want you getting hurt, or panicked… Easy, let me…” 

Soonyoung’s voice trailed off as he cleaned the mark, moving to concentrate on clotting the wound with his saliva.

His tongue spread flat and wide up behind your ear. Completely consuming you in affection. Licking and sucking at your ears as he went, growling against your efforts to gain some sort of friction on his heavy cock.

You whined softly, closing your eyes to the overwhelming buzzing atop your shoulder. What had started on the surface, ebbed into a lack of sensation across your one bicep and shoulder blade; even aching up into your jaw. His saliva mixed with the poison and acted as a natural numbing cream and it was starting to make you feel equally unbelievably horny and anxious.

The feeling of relinquishing control and being unable to move in his protective grip made your lip wobble in a voiceless battle.

A hugely unfamiliar grumble of a growl struck up Soonyoung’s chest as he chose not to let you go, holding you to him in an unusually possessive way once the bite was sealed.

Your heartbeat spiked, the Wolf in you fighting your human aspect, and Soonyoung pulled out and away immediately, releasing you.

“Easy, easy pup, you can let go. Go on, go out, you're free to go -”

He anticipated it before it even hit you. 

Struggling slightly on strong arms: he reached to pull the door open. 

"Easy Y/N, you're okay."

Allowing the fog to release and you  stumble out desperately, silk pants bundling your knees until you fell against the soft carpet of the entry hall. Panting heavily with shaking legs and unmatched eyes as you spun to peer up at your Mate at the door, his eyes a beacon amongst the blurred view.

“Soonyoung -” Your face read as a pure shock. Voice practically a moan, confusion evident as your mind caught up with your fight or flight response that threw you out of the room and onto the floor. 

Before you could fumble an apology, he understood.

"Shh, it’s okay my pretty Omega. Take a breath. You're safe."

Your pulse was pounding and the sudden feelings caused you to go into overdrive. He purred at the desperation in your voice.

“Are you okay?” He huffed in deep worry. Deep, hoarse. His Wolf was clearly fighting to move, but he was still in control.

“I’m -” You thought for a moment, before gathering yourself. Nodding. “Yes. Just - I - that was a lot… I’m sorry, I was fighting it Soonyoung, I-I wasn't ready, I -” 

“Would you like to try that again, after you’ve calmed down some more, pretty dove?” He stopped your rambling again, in an unusually calm voice. "We moved too fast - it spooked you too much, is all."

You paused momentarily. “The - I - but you’ve already Marked me once Soonyoung, are you not tired? Do you not get any kind of rebound from moving so fast?” Even in the fog, you could see his eyes pinch.

“No.” He answered simply. “Just a hunger to Mark every inch of you until there’s no clean skin left.” His voice was low, coarse and drawn out. 

Soonyoung was clearly holding back, but it was making your heart patter with even more anticipation. You pulled your knees to your chest in a loose attempt to cover your modesty. But the scene was tinged with the smell of sex and the sound of your anxiously bated breath, so there was little point in hiding yourself.

“The chemicals in my body are endless. They only ease after the urge is satiated. And you know how that goes.”

Despite the tone, you cracked a smile at his cheek pulling up. A canine snug over his lip in a smile. “Yeah, I do.” You whispered, shying from his gaze. “It never ends.”

Soonyoung had matured a huge amount since you had first cornered him to finally claim you, to tie you onto his life bond with pure instinct and little brain involved. The decision was final, fated. And you could never see a life without him in it, even on your worst days.

The strengthening of the bond would mean giving up your whole self. After so many years of isolation as a human female in a world of very real threats, you knew the decision should be a weighted and worrying one. But the prospect only brought you a sense of peace.

“Would you like to try that again Y/N? In a short while, after you've got your breath back?”

Looking at the large windows in your lounge, you took a minute and thought about it again. A little longer this time. Considering him with an innocent and somewhat blank face - the face of someone who totally wasn’t considering the implications of giving up their total anonymity to their partner. 

“We can wait. It’s a big decision.”

Before something struck in your gut. 

Soonyoung was gently pushing you for an answer. 

He could hear your anxious thoughts like distant ghostly whispers. Inaudible, but inescapable. 

Telling him to pull you towards him like the singing of angels in the absolute knowledge of God’s choir; a responsibility that weighed heavy on his soft and dog-eared heart that beat empathetically for only you.

“No, no, it’s okay… I know my answer. Yes, I would. I want it. I would want you to  - do, whatever it was you needed to do, in order for us to be matched up for good.” Your cheeks heated up after that last one. “It’s been on my mind since you taught me about it.”

Underneath his shadow at the foot of the door, your thighs rubbed unconsciously together. The new indents on your neck were framed by your hair, and highlighted by the dim yellow eyes that looked up at him for reassurance. 

Soonyoung smiled softly, nodding with a loving haze pulled over his features. Resting his head and body weight against the door as he smiled down at you.

You were ready, but your nerves were tangible. The scent lay sour on his tongue.

“Go to your den, my brave little Turned-Lupine. You're still far too highly strung to think clearly. Even if it doesn’t feel like it. Wait for me there. Then, if you change your mind, we can stop. Or we can carry on. Whatever you want, I'll follow. It’s your decision in the end, Y/N. I promise.”

Soonyoung’s instructions were soft in delivery but final. And the use of such an official legal title made you shy.

You nodded, curling in on yourself before he eased you with a smile, "Go on, pup. Go calm down. I’ll be with you in a minute. I’m sorry for pushing it - the link. We’ll go a little slower next time." 

He waited for your timid nod of confirmation before pulling the bathroom door closed and moving fluidly into the space behind the darkly tinted glass door.

“Wait, Soonyoung -” You called out softly, tenor weak as you felt him move away.

It was still all too much… But you didn't want to be left all alone again.

He re-opened the door enough to see his upper body. Smile soft, eyes small against his cheeks.

“What is it, love?”

You - you weren’t sure.

You just knew you didn’t want to let him go.

"I don't - just - don't go…"

Soonyoung’s expression softened greatly. 

You were tugging at the bond again, very very desperately. So lost in the changing of tides. So desperately afraid to ask for guidance. 

“Go on, Y/N. I’ll be with you shortly. I’ll be there. I promise. I won’t be going anywhere else but with you, in that den, once I'm done here. Okay?”

Soonyoung watched as you battled with yourself greatly. Fiddling with the ankle hem of your trousers and worrying your lips. Your brows creased and your eyes were drawn to the floor.

But he was patient. Eventually, you nodded with a pout. Soonyoung mirrored you; nodding back gently.

“Alright. I’ll be going now. See you soon love ~"

You smiled with a returning wave as he closed the door. No doubt returning to the scene of original sin to let off some more ‘steam’ to control himself better. 

You didn’t blame him. In fact, you were starting to feel the same way. Maybe even somewhat jealous.

On the floor, with the morning light hitting the windows, you quickly scrambled to gather your thoughts. 

They rushed into your brain, harsh enough to grant a small ache behind your eye.

The truth was; you were a grown woman. An Alpha’s Mate. You trusted him with your life. And yet you felt silly at the virtually butterfly-inducing anxiety imagery of him coming into your safe space after what had just happened.

And the lies lay multiple. Thin and sparse and barely backed up by anything you had seen. He wasn’t about to hurt you. The guy loves you, you reasoned internally.

With a putter of a puff-cheeked sigh, you hauled up on heavy arms to tug the trousers back up around your ankles, to your thigh, to your waist.

It was a little silly; given there were wet handprints layered over every high point of your ass. But it was enough to get you going; shuffling towards your room. 

Soonyoung’s grunts and quieted moans made you warm from head to toe.

“Den - right - got it!” You whispered to yourself. 

A small yelp escaped you as you got up way too fast; stumbling towards your room to get just past Soonyoung’s heavy groaning breathing made you even more insane than before the whole thing had started.

You approached the door of your den; and ran into it. Collapsing onto the bed with a quick yell into the cushions before composing yourself.

"This is gonna be one hell of a night, me. Get it together girl. You got this."

“Y/N. Can I come in?” 

What a silly question. It was his home. But as he waited patiently for an answer, you hummed a noise of approval, picking at the button on your duvet.

Soonyoung opened the door before closing it behind him softly.

It had been a long time since he had been in here. Your place of rest. Your sanctity. Your burrow. You slept together often - but it was important you had somewhere to go when you needed to be alone. And he never tried to enter this space, should it be tinted by him. Today was different.

“Wow - It’s pretty in here, pup!”

Soonyoung noted how much you had cosied up the place. Mesh curtains aligned the walls. The window was blocked completely. Instead, the light came from fairy lights scattered randomly across the room. Soft music came from a nightlight speaker hidden behind some pillows, muffling any harsh sounds. The blue water light flowed across the ceiling, calming and serene.

You shuffled, releasing your grip on your knees as he waited for you to acclimate to his pressing aura inside of your gentle-edged bubble.

“Thank you.” You mumbled finally, releasing your pent-inhale and watching the patterns with him for a moment.

After a while, your hand reached out. Linking your fingers into his. Pulling your Mates attention towards you on the mattress. 

He followed his eyes, up your arms towards your face with a hum. Until he stood above you, red eyes bearing into your own.

“You look better already…" You mumbled.

A small smile came from Soonyoung. 

You loved it when he smiled. His round cheeks brightened up any rainy day.

"Do you feel any better, Soon?"

“Thank you, sweetheart. The fever may come back, after the rut.” He whispered back bluntly, hand straying to thumb at your cheeks. “But the more you’re near me, the better, me thinks.”

“Oh…” You mumbled bashfully. “Then, Soonyoung?”

Soonyoung’s irises pinched as he inhaled deeply, nodding at you to go ahead and ask your question. At this level, your nose picked up the sweet smell of his rut before he had even made it to the bed. 

Right now, your mouth was watering. And when you looked back up, he was met with yellow eyes and the most submissive expression he had ever seen from you in the years you had known each other.

“I - I do want you to fuck me, Soonyoung. As my life partner. As an Alpha - my Alpha…"

Those words were foreign and weighted in your usually independent mouth. But they were genuine.

"You've been so patient with me. Please, Mark me. I’m ready. I - I need you, Soonyoung. Really, really, really, really badly.” 

And so at the break in your weak pleading voice, Soonyoung’s stomach erupted into a growl you could feel spike the hair on the back of your neck. You took a deep breath before the match struck, and you were both pulled to each other.

You’re not sure if you met Soonyoung’s mouth halfway or if he totally overpowered you as he clashed your gums with his, but in a flash, you were laying flat on your back with his body weight hot and pressed against you, throbbing hard cock pressed into your thigh and hip and abs pressuring your nipples even through your shirt.

Upon impact, he ate up your whines, rib cage vibrating against his. He weighed you into the bed; like a large weighted blanket of pure love placating your thirst and hunger and lust; all in the safety of your private room.

Your den was going to be left with the scent of him, and the thought made you drool.

The kiss was nothing but pure sin. 

Hot and heavy lust that sucked your tongue between his teeth, leaving you breathless and gyrating under the weight of his abdomen for any friction whatsoever. Your thighs wriggled free under his legs until they hit the floor alongside his own, Soonyoung kneeling on the bed.

A long line of saliva dropped between your lips and into your open mouth as he pulled away, face hovering over yours. Soonyoung gripped your cheeks; curling his lip to snarl directly down upon you, commanding a direct “Open up”. 

With an entirely submissive moan, you opened your lips, tongue welcoming the spit of your mixed saliva into the back of your throat with a gulp against your palette. You choked lightly before swallowing, moaning and performing intensely for the red eyes watching you with possession before Soonyoung moved you both in a jolt.

Soonyoung used his grip on your face and an arm under your ribs to tug your entire body onto the bed, following immediately after. 

His sharp teeth met the flesh of your left breast as he pressed his thighs onto your legs, pushing your breast up and out of your silk shirt with almost closed eyes.

He was acting and moving on pure instinct. 

Licking and nipping messily at your nipples until you gained the will to move, your own sharper nails grabbing at his scalp.

Soonyoung stiffened. Coming to a sudden, complete stop. It was momentary, but it felt like hours with the way you strained to look down at him. He had a scowl on his face and it made your legs shake in anticipation.

But it was a test. 

You should be laying down. Trusting him to move for the both of you. This could take some time, he realised as you pressed up on your elbows to prompt him.

He considered you as your heart beat frantically against his lips. Not yet eased. 

Still trying to put up a fight with your new body. Battling the poison in your blood and yet desperate to fulfil your desires. 

One could not complete without the other subsiding. You needed to pick a path or be encouraged. The poison would dissipate after eventually being fought for a long period; or consume your biology entirely if you just let it.

He would guide you to the edge. But then it was up to you to choose if you truly wanted to fall.

And as your heart pumped your blood even faster into your body in an attempt to rise, to challenge him and speak - Soonyoung had sunk his sharp and long canines into the thin skin between your breast and your heart, moaning in a deep baritone hum at your cries.

That close to your heart, the poison in his gums made you writhe underneath him. 

The familiar pain melted into that slow and consistent thrumming full-body pleasure. 

He held your wrists firmly against the duvet, unable to control your legs kicking up the sheets beside his hips and thrashing your head while your heart pumped the poison into your limbs.

“It hurts so - fuck - so good Soonyoung, please, please, I need a release, please, please please please, fuck!”

The poison set your veins on fire. Sparkles and cracks hitting along each inch of your body as you cried out, moaning and whimpering, writhing for something, anything to get you off.

As soon as it hit your brain, Soonyoung let go of you.

(THIS IS THE END OF PART 1/2) ~ (FORWARD TO PART 2/2) ~ (CONTINUE TO SVT MASTERLIST….. )

Well would you look at that: 13/April/2023

[moonlight-tmd]

can you elaborate more on the bee and bulk meeting thing? especially how bee feels when he finds out! pls and thanks ^^

Hahah yeah!

I've talked about this before here but i suppose i can do it again. <3

So, when Bee and Bulkhead met for the first time, the cadets were separated in groups and under the watch of the different officers/teachers (their's was Sentinel).

Bulkhead has seen small cybertronians but never a minibot/minicon. He was so surprised and confused when he heard one of the cadet's names being called out and instead a small yellow Sparkling stepped out of the line before saluting and going back in place. There were few other "Sparklings" in the group but he was most interested in the yellow one named Bumblebee.

The tiny Sparkling seemed distant and always trying to be on his own, the other Sparkling who's name was Wasp along with the bot Ironhide always seemed to bully him. One time he saw them bullying Bee he went over and kindly told them to stop it, only to be insulted with very adult words. Afterwards Bee only told him to frag off before going his way, which was very mean for a Sparkling.

One of the other officers came up to him later asking if he was good (he was sitting all sad and alone in the far end of cafeteria). He told him that he got treated badly by the Sparklings that were somehow running around the complex. That officer couldn't be more bewildered and alarmed until Bulkhead described said Sparklings and their names and the officer told him that no, those aren't Sparklings, those are minibots. Then Bulkhead couldn't be more bewildered when he heard there's a whole another type of frame outside of warframe and civil. To be honest he felt kinda embarrased thinking there was a Sparkling running around the military complex, the government wasn't that stupid.

So, knowing that Bee is not in fact a Sparkling, he has set it his goal to befriend him. He tried his best to appear friendly and said hi to him whenever he saw him. But Bee only told him to leave him alone and avoided him most of the time. That didn't stop Bulkhead from actively searching for him in his free time, few times he even stopped Wasp from doing something awful to him like lock him in the storage unit or splash him with something mildly corrosive. But Bee has never said thank you (rude), he only ran away as fast as he could.

Bulkhead was on his 147th streak of trying to find Bee when he wandered into an area he surprisingly wasn't in before. It appeared to be some sort of observatory on the far end of the complex, in his curiosity of the place he almost missed the tiny sniffles coming from an upper level.

Sure enough, he found Bee, sitting there all alone right in front of the glass and crying.

"Are you okay?" He gently asked as he quietly approached the minibot which took him offguard. "Do you not understand anything that's said to you- I said leave me alone!" Bee barked back while trying to rub his tears away.

"I don't think you want to be alone right now..." Bulkhead spoke softly, making tiny steps closer to Bee. "Yes I do! N-now get the frag out of my sig-ght!" Frag he was starting to cry harder again, he did not want for this gigantic idiot to stare at him pitifully while he's having another breakdown. He was sure he was gonne start laughing at him any moment...

But to his surprise, Bulkhead sat down next to him and pulled him into the gentlest hug one could give. He even pet his back when the sobs got too big for him to control. Bee pulled away as soon as he regained control of himself, Bulkhead expected him to tell him to frag off like he always does but surprisingly Bee stayed quiet.

Bulkhead initiated a small talk between the two, this time Bumblebee spoke to him. Wasp has gotten very cruel on him this time, going as far as breaking into his assigned room and wrecking a havoc. He even stole some of his things and threw them out somewhere. Bee just couldn't handle it anymore... what was the point of even sticking around if all he was getting is hurt?

"...You look like you need a friend." Bulkhead shyly prompted as Bee continued talking about how miserable he was, he still didn't know why or how he was telling this to a complete stranger. "Why?" Bee asked.

"People need friends! My carrier always said that if you're feeling bad you should always go and talk to your friends to feel better- and it's true! I can tell from experience." Bulkhead explained, the cheery side of him briefly appearing before going back to the more calm and composed expression.

"...I never had a friend." Bee confessed, it was true- he never made any connections with anyone that weren't business or to survive. He never saw any point in it, no one was there for him when he needed it so why would one person be different from the other?

"I can be your friend!" Bulkhead happily said earning Bee looking at him with an unclear expression. Bee glanced from place to place, almost as if he was considering it. Bulkhead... he wasn't like the other bots around the camp; he was friendly and looked after him whenever he could. He even took some hits from Wasp to defend him- something that no one has ever done for him.

After a moment of silence Bee returned his gaze to Bulkhead, this time there was a small glimmed of something hopeful in his optics. "...Will you be my friend?"His voice seemed even tinier than his frame.

Bulkhead only smiled warmly before answering. "Of course!"

From then on, Bee wasn't washing Bulk off everytime he saw him. He still was shy for a while but slowly after some time and talking Bulkhead started to see his real colors; how skilled he was, how funny the jokes he made were and most importantly- how talkative he really was. The sad and distant attitude he usually had was replaced by a jolly and sassy if not slightly cocky one. Bee also started telling him about the bad stuff that was happening instead of keeping it to himself, which resulted in them getting closer.

Bulkhead was surprisingly open about personal things with him. He told him about his life at the family farm and his sparklinghood and stuff he did as a youngling with some other young bots there. Bulkhead's Carrier was a warframe and his Sire was civil frame, which explained his size but not really combat build.

Bee didn't tell him anything from his more personal stuff until later on when they got out of boot camp. It was a slow process, getting to know Bee's past, but Bulkhead was patient and let him share things at his own pace. Eventually he got to learn the life Bee had before joining boot camp; that he ran away from a bad orphanage and lived on the streets barely getting by, that he eventually got a dream job he lost few stellar cycles later, that he never had any family or friends to rely on and Bulkhead was the first one he could call a friend- first one he could somewhat trust. It hurt to know that such awful things happened to such amazing person like Bumblebee- but now they were friends and Bulkhead would never willingly let anything bad happen to him again.

As for the 'Bee finding out what Bulk's first impression of him was' part; i think at some point after they get on Earth they would play a game like 20 questions with Sari and Bulkhead would confess the little secret he kept for decades.

Bee. could not. have felt more betrayed (in a way)- like, is he that bad at being an adult?? I mean of course he's not very adult-y and the youngest of them all (besides Sari) but he is a full-grown adult! The fact Bulkhead literaly NEVER saw a minibot is no excuse! Hmph!

Sari is just laughing her ass off in the corner, lol.

[nogenderbee]

HI I'M SO HAPPY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN 😍😍

Can I ask for a Nightcord with a really stubborn reader like they don't want to talk about their feelings no matter what and since Kaito in niigo it's ummm... Very persistent I think stuff would get physical tbh So I would like to know what would happen pls make a little comfort at the end 😭😭

PLS DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF U ALSO NEED REST AND U ARE FREE TO IGNORE THIS TOO HAVE A NICE DAY

Oh my hello! Yes of course I can do that! I'm not sure if I got that right since I haven't read much of new niigo story but I still hope you will enjoy <3

I swear it turned out a little yandere... and cringy

Kanade, Mafuyu, Ena, Mizuki trying to help stubborn!reader

TagList: @hakulivesformusic - come get your talented composer~

@no1mizukifan - come get your cute animator~

⊱ if Kanade saw that something is wrong with you, she'll look into it even more and once she notices that there's something serious going on, there's no way back

⊱ at first she'll gently approach the topic and ask overally how your day was, moving onto feelings and oh you're changing the topic...

⊱ so she doesn't have much choice but start being straightforward, although after you ignore it again, she decides to never try it again since it may only push you away from her

⊱ if you change the topic, she won't mention it again and will simply wait for best time for you to tell her how you truly feel

⊱ but months been passing and you still avoided that topic like fire, even new VIRTUAL SINGER appeared in their SEKAI

⊱ speaking of which, Kanade went to KAITO for advice on how she should approach you and of course he being him, gave her a little... rude advice but she still decided to try it

⊱ the next time you two met in one of your rooms, she was straightforward and whenever you'd try to change the topic, she'd go back to her question

"What are your true feelings, YN? ... No, we're not talking about it, now we're talking about your feelings."

⊱ if you try to leave, she'll take you by hand or pin you to the wall if needed

⊱ Mafuyu doesn't mind talking about her feelings but she does understand why you'd be against it

⊱ once she notices that you're also not fully alright, she asks to you about your feelings sooner or later

⊱ although when you quickly changed the topic, she won't go back to that for a long time

⊱ but when one day Kanade tells her to keep encouraging you to talk about your feelings since it might be something serious, she does ask you at least once per 2 days

⊱ but when you keep refusing, she still asks you about your feelings, but never keeps asking you if you change the topic

⊱ although that changes when KAITO shows up in her SEKAI, or course Mafuyu quickly explains how you keep avoiding the topic of talking about your feelings

⊱ so of course she listens to his advice and next time she meets with you, she immediately pins you either to the wall or to the seat and literally demands from you to tell her about your feelings

"Now tell me how you truly feel. I heard that I shouldn't let you go untill you tell me so that's what I'm gonna do."

⊱ someone will probably have to explain to her that it's not how you get someone to open up

⊱ Ena definitely tried to get you to open up first when she notices it and you're changing the topic, she gets a little annoyed

⊱ but when she asks again you and you ignore her question or immediately change the topic, she's now asking why you're trying to act like certain purple haired girl she's not too found of

⊱ she tried going soft for you and maybe even get you to express yourself through art assuring you she won't judge your skills

⊱ she quickly gets annoyed by you being so stubborn and decides to just give up on that and mention it from time to time

⊱ when KAITO showed up in her SEKAI tho, of course she told him how annoying it was and he in exchange gave her some advices

⊱ so next time she sees you, she initiates some situation which you literally just can't leave, like a sleepover and when both of you already are in your pajamas, and then asks you about your feelings not letting you change the topic that easily this time

"Hey, YN. How about you tell me about your feelings finally? It's not really a question... just tell me, why won't you?"

⊱ if you still won't tell her, she'll be mad at VIRTUAL SINGER from SEKAI for lying to her

⊱ when Mizuki first noticed that you're hiding your feelings, they immediately asked you about how you truly feel as gentle as they could and when you change the topic, they take it as a sign that you're not ready yet

⊱ they actually ask you like once a week or so if you're ready to tell them about your feelings but if you decide not to, they will respect it even if they get a little tired of you rejecting it all the time

⊱ when KAITO enters their SEKAI and they tell him about you, it quickly changes

⊱ they start from asking you every day but after not getting much results they eventually decide to move onto more... drastic part of his advice

⊱ so the next time you two meet, they start the topic really casually just asking how you feel but this time, they're not giving up so easily

⊱ if you try to leave the room, they will simply hold the door to know the answer

"Hey, YN. I'm not happiest to do this either but you just have to tell me how you truly feel! I mean... I can't live just thinking that something serious might be happening to you..."

⊱ they still won't be too forceful but it will last for a while, enough to hopefully make you tell them what's really going on

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[enstarrievalkyrie]

Being Shu's gn sibling💛

Note: the divider above is made by me it's suppose to be presents🎁🎁 lol.

• Being Shu's sibling you both are either really close or really separated. But in this case, you guys are close, like separation anxiety close.

• Since Shu was bullied, he had no other friends to share his feelings to so he trusts you a lot (before meeting Kiryu). But after becoming friends with Kuro, Shu introduced him to you. You just stood there behind Shu, with your head peaking out from the side as you stared at the stranger.

• Shu is protective of you because he is afraid that you would leave him and he would be alone. His behavior made you develop a difficulty in socializing with others so you just stayed by his side.

• When Shu first met Mika he was reluctant to introduce you to him. So he didn't(you got mad at him for that) but you soon found out about Mika when he first came to Yumenosaki. You guys are basically in the same class.

• You really like Mika and he likes you too, you are like a sister to him. Its a surprise that you both got along since like I said before your social skills aren't good. Whenever Shu is being mean to Mika you would approach his frowning figure and give him a small candy. His bright smile just made your day.🍬🍭

• You were probably the one who requested Shu to let Mika join the Valkyrie as a back-up dancer. Took a lot of convincing for Shu to accept Mika as a member in Valkyrie but once he did you were literally jumping up on him.

• That's when Shu realized how much you adore Mika and it honestly made him kinda worried. So he kept an eye on Mika for a while until he trusted him.

• When Shu was being harsh on Nito and Mika during the war, you would make them small snacks in an attempt to cheer them up. I can see you caressing their hair as they lay down on your lap, this calms them down.

• After the war is over and Shu was in his depressed phase, you and Mika took care of him. That was the time when Shu started to actually care for Mika and that really made you happy.

• Shu trusts you in Mika's hand. He's more considerate of Mika now, asking for his opinion when making a new outfit, waiting for Mika before you and him go home, or just including him in small conversations.

"What do you think of this colour, Kagehira?" Shu asked

"Ngh!, yer're asking me oshi San?"

"who else would I ask," Shu annoyingly said

• During shopping for fabrics, you and Mika would hide behind Shu when someone comes and tries to intimidate you both. Shu came running to you guys from the other aisle to save the day. He would scold the stranger until they went away and then allow both of you to cling to his arm.

• Shu loves to make you cute little outfits that fits his aesthetics and whenever he sees you wearing them he would proudly announces it to anyone who decided to converse with them.

• You like to make accessories during your free time for Shu and Mika. When Shu found out you not only made these small gifts for him, he got jealous. Shu would include those accessories in his outfit while Mika would usually put it in his treasure box with all the other accessories you made for him.

"Kagehira! What do you think of my outfit today?" Shu said with a proud smile.

"Ya add the gift that Y/N gave! Look they gave it to me too! Just in a different colour hehe" Mika was excited because now you, him, and Shu can be matching.

"humm, but mine was obviously made with better quality and the details are much more intricate than yours!" Jealous Shu is a mean Shu

• Overall Shu is just a brave, protective, and loving brother to you and you, as his sibling, he feels this need to care for you. You are his precious little brother/sister and he love you lots. Mika on the other hand is like your best friend. He too, cares for you even without Shu's orders. He sometimes sees you as his sibling too since he is staying in the same mansion with you.

• You love them lots and couldn't think of a day where you would leave them.♥️♥️

Send me some ideas guys pls.🎁

[superfluouskeys]

WIP Whenever! ♥

Absolutely blest by the tag from @myreia !!

As some of you may have noticed i have been in the TRENCHES with schoolwork the last few weeks LOL so all I have that is not just barely-coherent 4 am hallucinations is this jkdsfkjnfk. I've been holed up in my room being insane + I'm very eager to share so it's a longish snippet, hopefully tumblr dot website does not DESTROY the formatting.

I was thinking aaahhhh i can't tag ppl again I JUST tagged them in a thing but even if that were a thing it is not true I have been eaten by school for so long LOL @thepapernautilus @yourlocaldisneyvillain @delirious-comfort @eemamminy-art and anyone else who would like to pls feel free to tag me!

Wheel of Time, Liandrin x Reader 🤪🥰

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The first time you meet Liandrin Sedai, it is not in your proudest moment.

You are a lady of perfectly average talents.  And although you work hard and perform your weaves well, yours is not the sort of power that gets noticed.  One must be noticed in order to be offered the trial of the Arches.  And so it is that each of your classmates, each of your friends, each of your enemies, becomes Accepted one by one, and leaves you behind.

You have been a novice for nine years when your best and last friend goes through the Arches.  And Light help you, you cry.  You go out into the abandoned courtyard, you shamble down onto a stone bench, and you cry.

This is how Liandrin Sedai finds you.

“Oh,” says an unfamiliar voice, high and clear, surely put off by your discomposure.

You wipe furiously at your face, but you hadn’t expected to be interrupted.  You cannot stop crying.

You feel her approach.  “Oh, there now—“ she says awkwardly.  You think you feel her hand hovering just shy of your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle.  “I’m sorry, I’m just—“ but you have no words for what you are.  You are a lady of perfectly average talents.  You are a Novice.  You are all alone.

In your periphery, you see the red skirts of the Aes Sedai trying to comfort you.  This is, to your mind, even worse.  At last you get the attention of one of the Red Ajah, and it is for this!

“There now, little sister,” says the Aes Sedai, and she sounds more confident now, as though she has steeled herself against your onslaught.  “What’s all this?  Surely nothing we can’t fix, yes?”

This is, somehow, the worst thing she could have said.  You cover your face with both hands in a poor attempt to stifle a sob.  “No!” you wail miserably.  “No, it can’t be fixed!  I try so hard, but it doesn’t matter!  The problem is me!  I’m—“

You are a lady of perfectly average talents.  A Novice.  Alone.  Abandoned.

“I’m weak!” you cry, your hands falling uselessly into your lap.  “I’m weak, and I always will be!” 

Once more you scrub your white sleeve across your face, but the tears won’t stop flowing.  The mysterious Aes Sedai sits at your side.  “Weak?” she wonders after a long silence.  “Weak in the One Power, you mean?”

“Mhm,” you sniffle horribly.  “Everyone’s gone through the Arches without me.”

“Ah.”  She draws out the syllable, low and rich, knowing.  “I see.  And you’ve been a Novice for how long?”

“A little over nine years,” you say.  Somehow, recounting this information calms you, rather than making you more upset.  At last you manage to dry your eyes enough to see.

“And you work hard, yes?  You’re sure it’s not your form that’s lacking?”  She asks the question without accusation.

You look up, meaning to nod your affirmation, but you are wholly unprepared for the sight.  The Aes Sedai sitting next to you has an unearthly beauty about her, something indescribable that you don’t see every day.  It’s not any one feature—her honey-blonde hair, her doll’s lips, her prominent cheekbones, or her wild, piercing eyes���but rather something more than the sum of her parts.  Awe and apprehension course through you in equal measure, and you almost forget to respond at all.

“It’s true,” says the mystery woman, “this Tower often values raw power over actual skill.  And I expect it’s also true that you’ve reached the limits of your raw power for the time being.  And so I suggest—“  Without warning, she reaches up and wipes the tears from your cheeks.  “—you stop wasting your energy on the things you cannot change.”

You are too stunned to speak.  She inclines her head, as though studying something, but there is something off about the gesture.  “After all,” she says.  “There are so very many things that you can change.”

There is something unsettling about her, a distinctive undercurrent of unrest you don’t see in most Aes Sedai.  You are reminded of a cat poised to spring upon an unsuspecting mouse.

“You know your weaves well?” she asks you.  “If I were to test you, I would not find myself disappointed?”

“Yes,” you nod, perhaps a little frantically.  “I mean—I know them well.”

The mystery woman nods, as though to say, exactly as I thought.  She stands and brushes her hands over her bright red skirt.  “Take a few days to collect yourself, little sister.  Come and find me when you’re ready to make a change.”

You stammer.  “Oh, but I—“

“Liandrin Sedai,” she clarifies.  Then, just shy of turning to leave, she amends, “Oh, and keep this between us, hm?”

You nod, dumbfounded.  And then she is gone.

You take Liandrin Sedai’s advice, and you spend the next few days in deep contemplation.  You know you have not overstated your familiarity with the weaves, but you worry she will still be disappointed.  In your heart, you yearn to move forward, but you worry that you are being prideful, that being a Novice still has something to teach you, and that you are ignoring it.  You write to your mother, a letter that reveals little but says much, if one reads between the lines.  You are profoundly lonely, deeply self-conscious, and yet you know you cannot possibly refuse Liandrin Sedai’s invitation.

Liandrin does test you, hard.  In a way it feels good to finally show the full breadth of your dedicated practice.  But you are unused to such rapt attention.  Yours is not the kind of power that draws a teacher’s eye.  You weave what you can with practiced precision, but what you can weave is not impressive, and it takes hard work every single time.

But Liandrin watches you anyway, her gaze piercing, her stance not a little unsettling as she prowls about the small room like a hunting animal.  She doesn’t say much, just tells you what to weave and then watches, again and again and again, until you’re sure you just simply don’t know anything else you could possibly show her.

“Good,” she says, with a curt nod.

You drop your weave and stagger a little, out of breath and reaching for something to lean on.  Your hand finds the hard stone wall behind you, and you take in a gasping breath.  You’ve worked yourself to exhaustion before, but never quite like this.

“I think I see what you mean,” says Liandrin contemplatively.  “You perform the weaves well, but it’s not the kind of thing that catches the eye.  Pity, really.  Raw power is all fine and well, but it’s nothing next to perseverance.  One would think the Teacher of Novices at least could appreciate that.”

Your vision refocuses, but your mind is slow.  You’re still stuck on ‘you perform the weaves well.’  You smile foolishly.

Liandrin regards you with an unreadable emotion.  She squints as though studying you, but again there is something off about it, just like before.  Half-consciously, you think that she is only affecting the mannerism of studying you, pretending to contemplate something even though she’s already made up her mind.

“No matter,” she says at last.  “Run along and rest up.”

You hold a moment, baffled, waiting for something else that will explain what she is thinking.

She raises her eyebrows.  “Go.”

You do not need to be told again.