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puppy chronicles

03. the playful puppy | nanami x reader

The JJK men are gifted a hybrid puppy. ...wait, that kind of puppy? alpha!human!jjk men x omega!hybrid!reader

warnings: 18+, MDNI, f!reader, hybrid!au, omegaverse, hybrid!reader, omega!reader, pet play, collars/leashes, smut, heat/rut, knots, oral (f! receiving)

word count: 4.3k next: the innocent puppy | choso x reader

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notes: hi there! here's nanami's puppy chronicle, i hope you enjoy! had a lot of fun writing this one, he's got such a good dynamic.

When Kento was told he was getting a Christmas bonus this year, he was not expecting to receive an untrained hybrid puppy instead of an extra check.

You tug at the leash his boss’s secretary has you on, nearly knocking her over as you whine and whimper, tail wagging excitedly behind you while you try to catch his scent. Your sheer black slip rides up your hips, revealing matching black panties that accentuate the plush curve of your ass. The flesh around your hips and thighs jiggles gently with every animated lash of your tail.

Kento has to clear his throat and adjust the tie at his neck, suddenly feeling far too warm in his suit.

“Uh, sir–” he tries to say, because he wasn’t expecting to go home with a puppy today.

His boss cuts him off with a grin and a hearty laugh. “Just take her, Nanami! She’s from one of the best breeders in town; I’m sure she’ll make a perfect pet, once she’s trained.” He winks.

So Kento takes the leash from the secretary, pretending his hand isn’t shaking.

He takes you home, keeping you on a short leash to keep you by his side as he unlocks his front door and allows you in. He unclips the leash from your thick leather collar, and you’re darting away, ignoring the calls of your name while you giggle and explore.

He pinches the bridge of his nose while he watches you prance around his living room, exploring all of his decorations, his collection of books, his shelf of records. Your furry tail whips side to side, and your ass wiggles while it wags because you just can’t contain your excitement; you have a home! You’ve always wanted one of those, especially with a handsome, kind owner. He’s got pretty blond hair and warm hazel eyes, and he smells good, too, like a true alpha. You smell him on the air and bound over to him, rubbing up on him affectionately.

“Mr. Nanami!” you cry happily, tail still beating back and forth. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

He sighs softly, and his drawn expression relaxes a little as he looks down at you, watching you rub your face against his shoulder. “Call me Kento,” he tells you, reaching up to pet your fluffy, floppy ears.

You hum happily and tap your foot animatedly, making him chuckle. Then, when he pulls away, you bound away, jumping up and down excitedly. “Do you have any toys? Or games? What about a ball; I’m really good at fetch! Or tug-of-war, I’m good at that too!”

He shakes his head. “I don’t have any toys, puppy. I wasn’t exactly expecting to bring you home today.”

Your tail drops, and a small pout forms on your lips. Then you brighten up. “That’s okay! We can go get some! Can we go shopping, Mr. Kento? For toys?”

“Just Kento,” he emphasizes gently. “Will you be a good girl if I take you out?”

You grin up at him, bounding towards the front door. “I’ll be good! Oh, please please please!”

So he lets out another soft sigh before gently patting your side, gesturing for you to move away from him. “Let’s get you changed first.”

“Oh, but why? I don’t wanna wait!”

He gives you a stern look. “Because I don’t want other alphas staring at you while we’re out. The walk here was hard enough.”

You smile up at him, tail wagging. It makes you feel good that he wants to keep you for himself, that he’s already possessive over you. It makes you feel like you’re wanted, desired. “Okay!” you chirp, turning and happily skipping towards the master bedroom.

He shakes his head after you, following you. “On the left,” he calls ahead as you sniff at different doors, trying to find the bedroom.

You walk inside, and you’re suddenly overcome by the overpowering scent of him. It’s everywhere, heady in its intensity, drowning you in musk as you, without permission, crawl up onto the bed and curl up right in the center.

Kento walks in and raises an eyebrow when he sees you. “That’s mine,” he says.

You smile, tail thumping softly against the sheets. “Smells like you,” is all you say in reply.

He lets out another sigh before coming over and sitting on the end of the bed. He reaches over a hand and lightly pets your ears, and your foot taps repeatedly against the mattress.. “Let me find you some real clothes to wear, alright?”

You nod happily, bumping your nose against his palm affectionately. He smiles a little and stands.

He searches through his dressers for something you can wear, something more appropriate than the sheer, unsupported slip you were presented to him in. He finds you one of his sweaters and a pair of joggers that might fit you.

You stay curled up on his bed, watching him move around the bedroom with ease.

He’s attractive, you notice again. Almost devastatingly so. With cheekbones so sharp you’re sure you’d cut your fingers on them and those gentle eyes, it makes you want to whine and whimper until he comes over and ravishes you in his bed. But the idea of going on a walk with him is even more tempting, so you sit perfectly still in bed while he brings you clothes, setting them on the bed beside you.

“Get dressed,” he tells you.

You grin up at him and crawl towards him, sniffing at his neck. “You’re supposed to dress me! I’m your puppy now.”

His cheeks burn pink, and you coo at the adorable sight, lapping at his neck and cheeks. He puts his hands on your shoulders to gently push you away. “Stop that. You’re perfectly capable of dressing yourself.”

You whine, high-pitched and pathetic. “But Kento,” you say, and the sound of his name on your sweet lips is enough to make him blush a deeper shade of red, “I want you to do it.”

So he, cheeks still brightly flushed, reaches down towards your thighs, grabbing the bottom of your sheer slip, and starts pulling it up your legs.

Your tail wags animatedly at the feeling of his knuckles brushing your skin.

He pulls the slip up, up, up, until your body is fully revealed to him besides the lacy panties you still wear. Your tits hang perfectly on your chest, and he fights to swallow, averting his gaze before he starts imagining what it would be like to lower his mouth to them and suck, to run his tongue over your heated skin.

He clears his throat and grabs the sweater he brought for you, practically shoving it onto your body.

You whine again at his brusque behavior, ears pinned back, though if it’s in annoyance or hurt he’s not sure. So because he can’t tell, he softens his movements a little, gently helping you to stand at the side of the bed so you can step into the legs of his joggers.

Once they’re up around your hips, he practically sighs in relief. You’re much less of a temptation now that you’re not dressed in see-through lingerie. He reaches up, fingers gently trailing the leather collar at your throat. “Want this off, too?” he asks.

Immediately, you whimper, pulling back to look at him with pleading eyes. Your tail drops between your legs, and you shake your head repeatedly, backing up against the mattress. “No, don’t take it away!”

“Shh,” he whispers, caught off guard by your vehement response. “It’s okay, I won’t take it if you don’t want me to. I was just asking.”

Slowly, you relax. Then, once he offers a soft twitch of his lips towards what you think is a smile, you sniffle and prance forward. “Walk?” you ask.

He can’t help himself; he chuckles. “Yes, let’s go before the shops close.” He leads you towards the front door, and before you walk out the door into the brisk evening air, he clips your leash at your throat.

You hum, leaning your cheek into his hand before he pulls away. Then he opens the door and leads you outside.

He huffs when you bolt out the door, tail wagging wildly once more as you tug on the leash, going up to everything and everyone you see to investigate.

More than a few people stare at the misbehaving puppy.

Kento hisses your name under his breath, giving the leash a sharp tug – not enough to hurt you, but enough to make his displeasure known. Your ears pin back slightly, and you come to a stop, turning and looking back at him with a chastised expression.

He walks over, tightening his hold on the leash. “You said you’d be good.”

You hang your head, and he can’t tell if you’re being dramatic or if you’re actually taking in his soft reprimand. “Sorry.”

He sighs and pats your head, trying to raise your spirits once more. He already doesn’t like seeing you sad. “Come on,” he encourages, giving your ears a gentle rub. “Just try to stay by me, okay? I don’t like when you pull on the leash.”

You nod, seeming to take his instructions seriously. And when you start walking again, you stay at heel, simply gazing around at the sky, the neighborhood, the walking neighbors.

Living in an affluent area, there are a few other hybrids around, some on leashes and some off. They turn to look at you curiously, their ears forward and tails swishing as they realize a new puppy has joined the neighborhood.

Some who pass close enough stop to scent you, and when you scent them back, Kento has to try to not feel jealous. It’s only natural for you to be curious.

But he’s already starting to feel possessive of the little omega he was gifted only this afternoon.

He walks you to the nearby shops, where he buys you things you need like clothes and toiletries. Then, your last stop for the night, he leads you into one of the hybrid accessory shops to buy you toys as a reward for behaving. With bags in hand, he leads you back home, giving you slack on the leash as you continue to walk beside him without complaint.

When you get home and he unclips the leash from your collar, he gently squeezes your chin between thumb and forefinger. His eyes are even softer than they were before, and you gaze up at him, thinking he might just take you and kiss you senseless.

Instead he asks, “Would you rather sleep in my room or the guest room?”

Your heart aches to be away from him. “Can I sleep in your room?”

He nods and helps you take the bags up to his room, helping you unpack all your new things. Once he’s done, he turns with a smile and tosses a tennis ball – new and bright green and fragrant – down the hall.

You bound after it, laughter pealing off the walls. He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head after you. He wasn’t excited to have an energetic pup like you when he first walked you home, but now he’s sure you both will enjoy the company.

Besides, this just gives him the chance to learn exactly what tires you out.

~

When your heat comes, you’re nearly insufferable.

Rubbing your ass up on him, stretching and arching in bed just to tempt him into taking you – even just the sweet scent of your heat nearly drives him crazy. He’s trying to be respectful, trying to treat you kindly, but you’re making him want to just pin you down and mount you, to mate you like an animal. 

He fights it for as long as he can, but he can only do so much when you’re just begging to be taken.

He comes home that day from work to find you nesting in bed, curled up in blankets and whimpering like it hurts, because it does. Every moment that the alpha – your alpha – won’t claim you is another spent in agonizing heat, and no amount of touching or fingering or cumming can fix it without his knot.

You try to tell him as such. You whimper, “Kento.”

“I know it hurts, sweet girl,” he says, voice hushed as he’s hit with the thick, cloying scent of you. “But I don’t want to take advantage of you; I don’t–”

“It’s not taking advantage of me,” you whine, ears flat against your skull as you rise up on your hands and knees and arch, wagging your ass back and forth. You can hear his sharp intake of breath as you show off your wet, darkened underwear, nearly translucent with slick and arousal. “Please!”

He grits his teeth, trying to fight it. But he can’t rip his eyes away from the sight of your barely clothed cunt, your puffy lips poking out from either side of the fabric. You’re so wet he’s pretty sure he could lean in and drink it from you, and yet he holds himself back, he hesitates, all because he doesn’t want to hurt you…

But with one last circular movement of your hips, he can’t help himself. He has to feast on you. Has to devour you.

He grabs your hips, fingers digging into the plush flesh there, and he yanks you backwards towards the edge of the bed. You yelp in surprise, but you just bury your face into the duvet and grind your hips back, the thin fabric of your underwear catching on the buckle of his belt.

He lets out a muffled groan, fingers squeezing your hips. “Sweet girl.” He’s already panting.

He falls to his knees at the end of the bed, spreading your thighs so he can get a better look at your dripping pussy. You angle your hips into an even deeper arch, and he hooks his fingers into your panties and pulls them to the side, taking a good, long look at the meal he’s about to have.

Then he leans in and licks a long stripe up your pussy from the back, tasting you for the first time.

He groans loudly, and your hips jolt, the vibrations from his voice sending pleasure tingling through your body. “Taste so sweet, darling girl,” he mumbles into your cunt, and then he licks another long line from your clit up to your pussy, tongue swirling there before diving in, making you cry out loudly at the sensation.

All he’s doing is building the heat higher, higher, higher.

“Kento,” you whimper, legs trembling already at the stimulation. He just wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you forward until your ass is dangling over the end of the bed, giving him a prime angle to eat out your drooling cunt. “Kento!”

He doesn’t stop. He just wraps his arms tighter and commands, “Say it again.”

But you don’t, because you’ve always been a playful little girl, and you like having the power over him. And so he pulls back, panting, hot breath fanning against the back of your thighs as he tries again. “Say my name, sweet girl.”

You shake your head, wiggling your ass in his face, tantalizingly close. “Not till you fuck me.”

He growls, a low, rumbling noise deep in his chest. “You’re being a little brat, huh? I know the best way to get you to stop that, though, don’t I?”

You shake your head, not understanding. You’re not a brat, you just like to play with him. Like when he finally smiles, when he finally lets his guard down enough for you to see the real, soft him, the one who laughs while playing with you and pets your hair like a good alpha.

But he knows the truth; you are a brat, and he knows he loves it.

He tightens his grip on your hips and continues, “Yeah, I know the best way.

“I just have to tire you out.”

You yelp again when he dives back into your pussy, nose nearly breaching your entrance as he licks at your clit with feverish intensity. You try to tug away, just wanting his dick! But he doesn’t let you go; he just wraps his arms tighter around you, beefy biceps pushing against your plush thighs. He laps at your clit repeatedly, finding the exact right angle that makes you moan the loudest and stays there, bringing you crashing towards your orgasm in an embarrassing amount of time. Your cheeks are burning as he makes you cum almost immediately, your thighs tightening and pussy throbbing against the tip of his nose as you ride out your orgasm on his face.

He doesn’t even stop for a moment to let you breathe before he’s forcing you towards a second one.

“Wait!” you cry, reaching back to push at his head, trying to detach him from your cunt. “Wait, I’m sorry!”

“Mm, don’t be sorry, sweet girl. I should be sorry for not tiring you out properly, especially when you’re just in heat and don’t know any better. Can’t know any better, right? You’re just a little puppy who needs to be taken care of.” And he redoubles his efforts against your clit.

You cry out again, hips bucking under his tongue. “Please, Kento!”

“Mm,” he hums against your clit, following your every movement so that he can make you cum properly – that is, over and over and over again. “What, sweetheart?”

You whimper, “Too much.”

“Aw, honey, it’s okay.” He reaches up with one hand and takes yours, which is currently gripping the duvet with white-knuckled intensity. “Just hold onto me.”

So you move your fingers to wrap around his, and it helps keep you grounded as he entirely ruins you.

He makes you cum a second time before he even moves. He takes a moment to catch his breath, working his jaw to relax the sore muscles before bringing the hand that’s not holding yours down to rub your ass. He palms the flesh there for a moment, letting you take a breather. He doesn’t start back up until your breath has started to slow.

Then he moves his hand, and two long, thick fingers push slowly into your pussy, stretching it open for him.

You whine and moan, hips bucking against his palm, but he doesn’t change his pace as he just slowly sinks into the heat of you, your dripping arousal more than enough lubrication for him to comfortably fit his fingers inside.

Then he pulls back and starts to slowly fingerfuck you.

You moan, hips continuing to try and pull away from his touch, instinctually running away from the overstimulation. But he doesn’t let you run; he keeps you pinned there as he resumes his perfect motions, licking your clit once more as he slowly pushes his fingers inside you.

You have no idea how one person’s mouth can be this good. He’s tearing you apart and putting you back together, and all you can do is enjoy it, even as you continue to pout, because you just want him to fuck you.

“Sweet girl,” he whispers against your cunt, “I need to get you ready first.”

And that makes the heat burn even hotter, to know that he is planning on fucking you. You suppose you can wait.

And he makes you wait, until you’re a drooling, panting, crying mess against the bed.

Your legs can’t even hold you up anymore; it’s all Kento as you lean into his strong hands, letting him position you where he wants you. The lower half of his face is covered in slick, and all he does as he finally pulls away from your cunt is wipe it away with the back of his hand and lick it clean.

Oh, it’s a divine sight.

Kento rearranges your limbs on the bed, climbing up behind you until you’re propped up on your knees again, legs wobbly from how many mind-shattering orgasms he’s already given you. He pushes you down into the mattress, one hand on your hip and the other in your hair, as he rises up onto his knees behind you, pressing his clothed erection against your quivering, needy pussy. It’s practically slobbering on him, smearing slick over the front of his pants, but he doesn’t care, he can’t care, not when he’s rubbing himself on you, grinding his dick against your swollen lips.

Then he brings his hands down and slowly unbuckles his belt, unhurried. You can’t believe the amount of patience this man has.

He drops the leather to the side, and then he’s unbuttoning his pants, lowering the zipper until the only confines trapping the thick print of his cock are his dark boxer briefs. He pushes his pants down towards his knees and kicks them off, and then he repeats the process from the beginning, grinding his dick against you before finally pushing down his underwear, too.

Leaving him bare behind you.

You can feel how hot he’s running, can feel how big he is right up against your pussy. He slathers slick along the head, gathering your arousal as lubricant before he presses up against your cunt. “Are you ready?” he asks, ever the gentleman.

You just moan in response, right into the mattress. It’s all you can muster.

He smirks a little; he can’t fight it. Seeing you fucked drunk with just his mouth is a sight he’s proud of, and he takes it in as he slowly pushes inside of you, letting you feel every inch and every ridge of his veiny length.

You moan, face pressed into the duvet as you’re nearly drooling at the sensation of his thick, perfect dick stretching you open. You’re practically choking on it; you think you can feel him all the way in your chest.

Finally, he bottoms out, and he pauses, letting you both take another breather. His shoulders are rising and falling a little faster than before, and it makes you happy to know that you affect him just as much as he ruins you.

Then he starts to pull his hips back, fucking you slowly, tenderly. But that’s not how you want it.

You grind your hips back against his, and he makes a choking sound, grabbing your waist to stop your movements. “Knock it off,” he strains through gritted teeth.

You don’t. “Or what?” you tease, turning your head to look back at him.

God, you look ruined. This is the first time he can see your face clearly since he started, and you’re flushed, sweaty, eyes hazy and cock-drunk with only a couple thrusts. Your tongue lolls out at the corner to catch a drop of drool.

He grips you harder. “Sweet girl,” he says, voice tight with restraint, “I can only do so much. I can only control myself to a certain point. You can’t keep taunting me, or I’ll lose it.”

“So lose it,” you say, like it’s that simple.

He snarls and snaps his hips forward, and your back bows into a delicious arch, a loud cry falling from your lips. His blond hair is a mess, sticking to his forehead with sweat as he pulls back. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

All you know is the aching stretch of his cock, and the promise of more when you take his knot.

So you knock your hips back again. Toying with him. “Please.”

And, well, who is he to deny your wishes when you ask so pretty?

He grabs your hips and pushes you further into the mattress, pining you into a mean arch as he pummels into your swollen pussy, feeling how gummy and tight your walls are as they convulse around him every time he hits your cervix. You’re hardly even moaning anymore; you’re just whining and crying out, loud ah ah ah!s echoing in his bedroom as he fucks you like you wanted.

Like the brat you are.

He grunts, the slaps of his hips meeting yours just as lewd as the sounds coming from your lips. And it just turns him on more, how fucking filthy it all is, the wet squelching of his cock ramming into your pussy, the sweat and slick and drool that’s ruining his sheets.

He can’t help but think that maybe he is nothing more than an animal.

With that thought, he leans down, brushing his lips against your neck. His canines scrape the skin right where your scent glands emit such delicious pheromones. “Sweet girl,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss there to soothe the red welts his teeth leave, “be mine.”

You just moan, eyes rolling back as he continues to fuck you. He takes that as a yes.

He bites, teeth sinking into the buttery flesh there and breaking skin. He holds on while he fucks into you, and he feels the base of his cock swelling, just a couple more moments and he’ll make you his, oh fuck–!

With one more heavy shove, he forces you to take his knot, leaving you mewling in aching, agonizing pleasure. And then he cums, filling you with rope after pearly rope of his semen, plugging you full of his puppies.

His chest heaves with every breath, and you feel his muscular torso against your back as he slowly sinks down on top of you, his body caging yours in. And he presses soft kisses to the side of your neck, right over his mating mark, trying to soothe you as you come down from the overwhelming experience.

He tries to shift, but that just makes his knot tug at you enough to make you yelp and cry out. So he stays on top of you like that, kissing it all better.

“My sweet girl,” he murmurs against your neck, trailing kisses up to your ear, where he whispers, “my little puppy.”

And oh, at those words, you think you’re in love.

thanks for reading! -luna link to ao3 | next: the innocent puppy

[monstermaniawrites]

Lost On You. Liam Mairi

TW!! Smut, Oral (M and F Receiving) reader has undisclosed scars on her legs, cockwarming,squirting, creampieing Minor minor angst, Not canon

Read at your own risk.

I do not own fourth wing it belongs to Rebecca Yarros.

This is my first work here

YN POV

It’s dark when we arrive. The cover of night and the storm that has freshly passed leaves the air smelling of salt and rain as the waves of the ocean lap at the shoreline far below the cliff edge.

“Something the matter?” a voice breaks off from the throng behind me, I don’t turn to see who it is though, eyes trained on the gorgeous display of stars. I never did night missions and this was my first. I pat the strong blue scaled foreleg of Durontei as I turn to look at the approaching rider. I raise my eyebrows in surprise when Liam stands there, his face flushed and a wineskin clasped in one hand. They must be celebrating then.

“That was fast” I quip, arms wrapped around my midsection as Durontei curls her scorpion tail around me with an obvious protectiveness. I glance up at her, watching her blink her golden eyes at Liam.

‘He’s not going to hurt me, you know.’

‘He has something to discuss with you.’ is all she says back as Deigh strides forward, swordtail swinging back and forth as he passes me and nudges his nose against Duronteis. Her tail unwinds from around me as she follows her mate and soon it’s just Liam and I standing alone on the cliff edge.

“So what do you want to talk about?” I swallow around the lump in my throat, hands tightening on my forearms as he takes a few steps closer. I can feel the anxiety radiating off of him as he watches me. I bend my knees subconsciously, stretching and keeping myself from tensing too much. Violet and I are too alike and it scares me sometimes. Especially because no one else knows. It’s the only reason no one treats me as fragile, not quite like everyone else does.

“Is it that obvious?” he asks almost breathlessly as he runs a hand through his hair. I tug on the band attached to my sleeve. It looped around my middle finger and kept the fabric from riding up.

“We took out that group of wyvern and successfully killed the venin controlling them.” he starts and I nod, watching as he attaches the wineskin to his belt before taking another step forward.

“There was a possibility of losing you today and that honestly scares the hell out of me.” His usually bright blue eyes are dark with emotion as he looks away from my eyes. My pulse jumps and my cheeks go warm as he steps closer again, now only about five feet away. I don’t move, too tense to move from my spot as he gets closer.

“I know we haven’t been able to see each other as often with me always being around Violet but I want you to know that you’re still my friend,” the word ‘friend’ makes my stomach knot and sink like a dead weight. I nod and attempt to clear my throat as I pull my shields tight around me. The door of my mothers front door locked tight to keep out Durontei’s thoughts as well as the surprising new link I have to Liam. I keep that tether of soft blue light tucked away from me, not wanting him to feel just how painful the word is.

“Thank you Liam. I appreciate that.” I lie through my teeth, clenching my jaw and praying that he doesn’t see through it. I can’t bring myself to look at him as I turn and start walking.

“Hey- where are you going?” he asks from behind me, confusion pulling at his speech and I bite back the sob that threatens to break from me as I wave a hand absently over my shoulder, tears streaking hot lines down my face. “Off to celebrate.”

Liam

I watch her back as she walks away, my grip tightening on my leg as I watch her walk away. She’s limping slightly and her shoulders are shifting in jerky motions. I don’t call after her, giving her some space as she disappears into the throng of tents spread out along the tunnel walls, walking deeper into the cave.

“What happened to confessing your feelings?” Xaden asks as he appears out of the shadows to my right and I surprisingly don’t react, unbothered by the appearance of my closest friend.

“I don’t know,” I start, running a hand through my hair and looking up at him as he stands beside me, arms crossed and dark eyes watching me expectantly.

“I froze, I didn’t know what to say.” I grit and he fucking rolls his eyes at me.

“Say what you think, if you can’t say it out loud tell her to through your bond.” my eyebrows jump up in surprise and he shakes his head.

“How do you-” “-also a part of a mated pair remember?” he cuts me off and gestures off to where Violet stands talking with our friends. Suddenly a lot of their behavior makes sense. The silent staring contests, knowing info as it’s being given.

“I don’t know why I’m surprised.” I scratch my rebellion relic absentmindedly as I glance off in the direction she had walked off. The thought of her hair having been pulled back away from her face, lines around her eyes and across her nose from her flight goggles made it impossible not to warm me.

“Do you feel this way about Violet?” I ask quietly and he pauses and watches me as I clench my fist against my flight leathers above my heart.

“Like you can’t breathe when she’s not right next to you?” Xaden looks down at the ground and adjusts his stand. I’ve known him long enough to know his tells.

“Yes” is a simple word but it shows how vulnerable he is when it comes to Violet.

“And do you think it’s worth telling her how you feel?” I ask and he looks at me again.

“I think it’s worth showing her if I can’t tell her.” He takes the final step closer to me, clapping a palm against my back before walking back towards Violet. I turn instead and walk into the crowd of tents and head in the direction of hers. How do I show her? Consensually without her kicking my ass at least. Heat flashes down my spine suddenly, hot pulsing need twists my stomach and I have to stagger between tents and fires to get to the cave wall. It’s rough and cold under my palm and I rest my forehead against it as another wave of heat washes over me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I pull at the neck of my leathers, heat building and making sweat slick my skin.

“Liam?” I turn at the sound of a new voice and nearly vomit when Violet stands in front of me.

“Oh shit are you-” she stops short when she looks me over and I look down when I see her lips curve up into a smirk. My eyes nearly bulge out of my head when I see the hard on currently stretching the fabric of my clothes.

“Shit! Violet, I don't know what's going on!” I whisper yell, turning quickly and she snickers behind me.

“Liam, it seems like Deigh and his mate are getting busy” she snorts and the heat under my skin flares bright. If Deigh and Durontei are doing what she’s implying then that means…..

I swallow hard and fight to control my aching body as she steps to the side.

“I saw her go into her tent a few minutes ago.” She gestures in the direction of the back of the cave and I don’t waste a second before bolting. If her dragon’s currently coupling with his then she could be just as affected by them as I am. I feel her down the bond, the gentle throbbing of our bond draws me towards her. I weave between tents and people, trying to keep my erection under control until I get to her. Another wave of heat nearly takes me to my knees as I stagger and shake my head.

As soon as my knees stop wobbling I try my best to straighten when I feel that heat simmering down our bond from her and I nearly come undone on the spot. I see the faint glow of a lantern through the fabric of the tent, in the faint flicker I see shadows moving and I bite back the groan that builds at the base of my throat.

I stand in front of the fabric that makes up the only barrier separating me from her. I breathe deeply and slowly before speaking, looking up at the glittering top of the cave.

“Hello? It’s Liam,” I hear something clatter and the shadow moves before the fabric of the door shifts and unbound hair hangs around a flushed face. Her lips are parted as she pants, wide eyes staring at me in obvious panic and surprise. She had changed out of her leathers and into a loose long sleeved shirt that cut a V down the center of her chest, a leather cord woven through it. A long dark skirt obscured her legs from me and I can’t help the image I’ve thought of before from flashing through my head.

“What can I do for you Li?” she asks me, her eyes still wide and I swallow hard, mouth dry as I suddenly am at a loss for words.

“Can I come in?” I ask after what feels like forever and nearly groan when she licks her bottom lip. Her pink tongue darting out and wetting her lips. “Yeah of course” She smiles at me and steps to the side to let me in. The first thing I notice is the smell of her that engulfs me. Soft and sweet and so uniquely her. A mat and a few blankets and pillows from the supply carts are spread about on the floor while her pack sits beside the entrance of the tent. I sit down on the blanket to the left and pull my boots off and set them to the side. She follows, hiking up her skirt to expose the scarred skin of her thighs and calves. I breathe through my nose and close my eyes for a moment, trying to center myself.

When I open my eyes she’s sitting beside me, her back to the entrance of the tent. Her knees are pulled to the side while she rests her hands in her lap.

YN POV

I fight the urge to lean into his warmth as I sit next to him, the urge to press my hands between my thighs to relieve some of the tension I’m feeling due to our dragons is strong but I don’t give in. I keep them in my lap as I sweat and try not to pant like a dog in heat as the man I’m desperately in love with sits beside me.

“So what did you want to talk-” I stop short and nearly topple over as a wave of heat flashes me from head to toe, warmth making my stomach tingle and my cunt throb as every brush of the fabric of my shirt touches my sensitive skin.

“Fuck” He groans, hunching and holding his stomach as he pants in front of me. I keep from reaching out and touching the pretty blonde locks of hair that are sweat slicked to his forehead and cheeks.

“I want you” He blurts and I still, I don’t even breathe as I process the words and he looks up. His pretty eyes watch me with such softness and lust that it makes me dizzy.

“I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life and it scares the shit out of me. I almost lost you and I realized that if I didn’t tell you, that if I was too much of a coward to do that then how am I worthy of you?” He runs a hand through his hair and my heart thunders in my chest as he looks at his rebellion relic.

“I’m cursed. I’m the son of a traitor and I have a lot of secrets,” he keeps going but he reaches out and takes my right hand. His skin is warm and rough against mine, the shine of the mark on his skin reflects off the candle light as he sits up on his knees and looks down at me, determination in his eyes as he gently cups my face with his free hand.

“Nothing can keep me from you. I’ve been in love with you since before Threshing and I’ll be damned if I didn’t at least tell you.” he looks so focused as I look up at him. His mouth pulls into a soft smile, dimple becoming visible on his cheek.

I open my mouth to respond but I gasp out instead as a shock of pleasure shoots down my spine. I grip his hand with one of mine and the other flies to his hip, holding on for stability as he curls in towards me at the same moment. I shake as my nipples pebble and brush against the fabric of the shirt. I swallow the saliva that’s pooling in my mouth as I fight to regain my composure.

“Fuck” he bites out, head dropping so that his mouth is pressed into the crown of my head, his warm breathing making my scalp tingle. I scratch my nails across the leathers and take a deep breath through my nose, cracking my eyes open and fighting the urge to moan at the tent in his pants.

“Are you okay?” he whispers against my hair and I nod shakily. The hand cupping my face squeezes my jaw and I part my lips, panting through my mouth as he pulls away and looks down at me with pupils blown wide, nearly swallowing the blue I love so much. His cheeks are flushed as I look him over, taking him in and soaking in the heat coming off him.

“I want you” I whisper and he goes very still.

“I feel barely worthy of you but here you are, bonded to me like our dragons are bonded to one another and you’re confessing your feelings for me. This is not quite how I was expecting this evening to go” I snort softly as my lips tilt up slightly. His eyes go soft and he leans down, pressing his mouth to mine and I don’t fight, closing my eyes and losing myself to the feeling of him as he holds my face close to his. He tastes like liquor and chocolate and when his tongue gently touches my bottom lip I eagerly part my lips for him. He moans deep into my mouth and tilts his head to the side, deepening the kiss as his tongue slicks against mine.

That heat builds and builds all on its own now, his hands cupping my face while I hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“Been wanting to kiss you for so long” he murmurs against my mouth, pulling away only for a moment to tug at the leathers and I waste no time helping him undo the ties and clasps.

Once he’s down to the black long sleeved shirt he wears underneath I can’t keep from sliding my hands under the warm fabric and allow my fingertips to trail up his stomach and abs.

He lets out a choked groan and slips a hand into the hair at the base of my neck and squeezes so that my neck arches to look up at him.

“Careful pretty girl,” he warns, sliding a hand down the side of my neck and under the neckline of my shirt. His large warm palm slides down my spine, his face nearing mine as his hand meets the small of my back and then he’s kissing me again and pulling me up against him, hooking an arm under my legs and laying me flat. I reach up, hands still under his shirt and wrap my arms around his neck and look down at the perfect muscles of his chest and stomach and then to the trail of blonde hair that leads down his navel.

“I want this off” I murmur against his mouth and he doesn’t hesitate in leaning back and pulling the fabric over his head and tossing it to the side. His chest is slick with sweat and the curling tail of his bond relic to Deigh disappears under his pants.

“Your turn” he grabs the hem of my shirt and I lift my arms and arch my back as he pulls the clothing from my body.

I shiver as the cool air touches my skin and Liam moans deep in his throat, my thighs clenching at the sound to apply some pressure.

“You’re so fucking pretty” He growls against the skin of my cheek as he trails his lips down the exposed expanse of skin.

“I’ve never seen your relic before” he runs a hand down the curve of my right side and I fight the shiver that crosses my skin, his warm fingers tracing the path of Durontei’s wings underneath my breasts, her head hovering over my belly button.

“Absolutely fucking gorgeous” he sounds absolutely wrecked when he says it and I shiver as his eyes take in my peaked nipples before he’s sucking one into his mouth. I gasp, wrapping an arm around his head and lacing my fingers in his hair as I rest my cheek on the side of his head, panting directly into his ear as he swirls his tongue around the sensitive skin of my chest.

Liam POV

I nearly come in my pants at the sound of her breathy little gasps. She knows exactly what she’s doing as I run my hands up her spine, pushing her back into an arch, her chest pressing up into my face. her cheek is pressed against the side of my head as I used the tip of my tongue to spell her name over and over across the sensitive flesh before swapping to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.

“Liam please!” She whimpers into the shell of my ear, her lips brushing against me with each word. She’s flushed and panting, her fingers still curled into my hair as I look at the purple marks I left around her relic. I look down at the waistband of her skirt and then I grab the fabric by her knee and pull it up. She has two sheaths, one on each thigh and each armed with two knives each. Gods she’s so fucking sexy.

“Gods you’re so fucking beautiful” I tell her and she darts her eyes away bashfully but I don’t let that go, grabbing her chin gently and pulling her to look at me.

“Lemme taste you pretty girl, please?” another surge of heat flares in my spine and she gasps at the same time as my cock throbs in time with my heartbeat.

“Thank gods” I groan as I shove the fabric up to bunch around her hips and the sight before me absolutely undoes me. I shake as I see that she’s already bare underneath her skirt, leaving her gorgeous and on display. Her slick is smeared on the insides of her thighs, her cunt swollen and shiny as she tries to close her legs but I don’t let her. Holding her ankles apart and she whines.

“Were you touching yourself before I got here?” I murmur lowly and she stills, her cheeks ruddy and her eyes blinking up at me wetly.

“Fuck you where werent you” I throw my head back and swallow, hand running over my face as she gasps softly. I jump at the sudden feeling of her smaller hand brushing up my inner thigh towards my still throbbing hard on. I flush as I see the dark fabric and register the heavy wet feeling that surrounds my cock as she looks at the spot. I swallow down the embarrassment at the look of pure hunger in her eyes. She bites her plush bottom lip and then grips my hip with a hand and looks up at me.

“Was this because of me?” She whispers and I shudder as she licks her lips again and I nod slowly, gently I grab her hand, dragging it to the bulge in my pants. I hiss at the contact, still sensitive as I squeeze her hand around me softly.

“All of this is because of you” I tell her and move her hand over me. I bit down on my lip, fighting the urge to moan as I hear footsteps pass the tent. I press the back of my hand against my mouth as she leans forward and mouths at the cum soaked fabric of my pants, her warm tongue soaking the fabric even more as I throw my head back resisting the urge to just grab and fuck her.

“Wanna taste you Li, please.” She practically whines as she nuzzles my bulge again and I’m quick to unbuckle the belt and shove my pants down my thighs, my boxers following quickly after. The cool air against my cock makes me pant as I feel every part of my body tense. I look down at her spread out in front of me, propped up on her elbows and gazing at me from under her lashes as I stand and finish taking my clothes off, standing naked in front of her before I kneel in front of her again.

“Come here beautiful” I hold my hand out to her, tracing my fingers over her calf and ankle, marveling at the thin silver lines cut into her skin from her past.

I grip her ankle and press a kiss to the side of her foot before moving up her ankle and back up her calf. I make it past her knee and she whines, hands combing through my hair and tugging me to look at her.

“Wanted to taste you first” She’s fucking pouting at me as I look up from my spot, lips hovering over her thigh as I throw her leg over my shoulder.

“But baby I wanna take care of you.” I murmur, eyes never leaving hers as I brush my lips over her inner thigh, the skin prickling with gooseflesh as I breathe deeply. The scent of her makes me want to bury myself here forever. I could die happily between her legs.

“But-” I cut her off before she can get much further, using the flat of my tongue to lick the slick leaking from her pretty cunt, tasting her with a moan. She squeaks out and snaps her legs shut, throwing her head back. I wrap my arms around her thighs, humming into her warmth as I lick over the swollen bud above her center.

“Fuck Liam just like that!” She squeals and arches her back and I swirl my tongue around her clit, flicking it up and down as she shakes, squeezing her thighs tight around my head, my hearing being muffled by the strong muscles.

I wedge a hand under the small of her back while I use my middle and ring finger to circle her entrance before pressing them inside. She's tight and warm and pulsing around my fingers. The harder I lick the more she shakes. I’m kneeling over her at this point, her body folded in half for me as her hands hold my face tight against her. I don’t stop moving my tongue, don’t stop as she squeals and starts to push my head away.

“Liam please! Too much! Too much!” despite her words she digs her heels into my shoulders, holding me against her as she scratches her nails into my shoulders.

She’s close, I can feel it as she begins to spasm and I close my eyes sucking her clit into my mouth at the same time as I smack a hand over her mouth gently, her lips parting under my palm as she cums hard against my face. The gush of wetness floods my mouth and coats my chin as she spasms under my hold, her hands gripping the wrist of the hand covering her mouth.

Slowly I pull my hand back and unwind her legs from my head, my ears ringing slightly as I sit back on my heels and brush the hair out of my face with my damp hand. I watch her eyes flutter as I suck her juice soaked fingers into my mouth, sucking as much of her taste from my skin as I can.

YN POV

I lay in absolute bliss for a moment, slowly regaining the feeling in my fingers and toes first. I’ve never came that hard before in my life and he’s not even fucked me yet.

“How are you feeling?” he asks me, his voice hoarse as he wipes my slick from his chin. I flush warm as I let my eyes roam over his fucked out expression to the flush thats spread from his neck down his chest, my scratch marks line his shoulders and a few are even scabbing. He’s breathing heavily and I can’t help but look at the bobbing length of him in front of my face. I watch him take his fingers into his mouth and the way his eyes close in bliss. I don’t miss the way his cock jumps at the same time as he licks slick from his top lip. I unclip my sheaths and let them fall, my skirt quick to follow so that I’m laying naked under him.

His eyes open and watch me as I shakily shift to sit up on my knees, his hand extending to my waist to help steady me. I rest a hand on his chest, the other settling on his hip as I lean closer to him. I look up at him, eyes moving from those beautiful blues to his swollen lips.

“Let me take care of you?” I whisper against his mouth, his other hand grabbing my hair and holding me close, kissing me hard.

“Whatever you want it’s yours” he promises as I pull back and sit on my heels, gesturing for him to stand. Once he does I take his hand and pull him closer until he stands in front of me. He watches as I take his length in my hand, more long than girthy but he has a beautiful curve and he throbs in my palm, a prominent vein runs along the side and I slowly trace my thumb over it. He exhales a shaky moan but doesn’t look away as I take the swollen pink tip between my lips and lap up the pre that leaks onto my tongue. I feel his hand comb through my hair, pushing the hair away from my face and holding it in a loose fist at the back of my skull.

I begin to bob my head, hands settling on his thighs as saliva pools and drips in globs onto his thighs and my chest. With each thrust into my mouth I take him deeper and deeper, gagging when he touches the back of my throat.

“Fuck pretty girl.”

“That feels so fucking good”

“Don’t stop- please gorgeous”

“Gods look how good you look sucking my cock”

With every filthy word the more enthusiastic I become. I don’t relent until my nose is pressed into the patch of blonde hair at the base of his cock, his breathing ragged and deep as his thighs shake.

“I can feel you swallowing me down- barely even gagging look at you”

I bob my head faster and faster, letting him hold tight to my head and thrust his hips into my mouth.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck I’m close pretty girl”

“Where do you want it?”

“Your face? Your tits? Or do you want my cum on that pretty tongue?”

At his last words I swallow him down as deep as I can, sticking my tongue out as far as I can and he throws his head back, growling low in his throat as he snaps his hips forward. I hold onto his thighs and breathe when I can, my throat will be aching after this but I don’t care. If I’m making him feel this good then I don’t care what it does to me as long as I can see the way his eyes roll into the back of his head and his chest flushes.

“Cumming cumming cummingggggggg” He moans, hips jolting lightly as warmth fills my throat, I fight back from gagging and swallow every drop he gives me.

When I’m sure I’ve sucked him dry I attempt to pull back but he keeps a hand firmly on the back of my head, his cock has only softened slightly, his eyes sparkle as I look up at him in confusion.

“You just look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, just wanted to look at this sight a little longer” my belly warms at his words, his fingers carding through my hair as I lean my cheek against his thigh.

After a moment he slowly tugs my head back until his cock falls from my mouth wetly.

“How are you feeling?” He kneels in front of me and grabs my waterskin and hands it to me. I smile in thanks and take a few deep sips before handing it back and waiting until after he’s finished drinking before I move a little closer.

I let my eyes roam over his perfect body and the sharp curves of his jaw and the strong corded muscle in his arms and chest that flex under my touch. I trace my fingers over the bare skin of his shoulder and feel that warmth in my belly spread further through me, my blood warming as his eyes roam over me as well.

“What are you thinking?” he asks me softly, hand coming to gently trace my side before a finger circles my nipple, drawing a shaky breath from my lips.

“Fuck me” I don’t look away from him as the soft look in his eyes shifts to something more hungry, territorial.

“Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you?” his voice drops a few octaves as he watches my mouth, fingers tugging at my nipples now. I wince and hiss at the sharp pain from the tugging but it only proves to make them more sensitive when he draws his fingers delicately over the swollen skin.

“I’m not gonna do it unless you tell me” he growls and I narrow my eyes on him.

“I just did-” the words are barely out when he’s grabbing me by the throat and pulling me close to him. He's strong and holding my throat tight enough to keep me in place but not enough to cut off my airflow.

“Are you giving me attitude?” His words are calmly deceptive as he narrows his own eyes at me and I can’t hide the way I clench my thighs in arousal because holy shit, he’s sexy when he's putting me in my place.

“If I am?” I ask slowly and he raises an eyebrow at me, lips narrowing into a straight line as he tilts his head.

“Then I can’t fuck you baby. Only good girls get cock.” He murmurs to me and my lips part in shock. No way, he wouldn’t.

“But-” “Come on pretty girl, be good for me and I’ll fill you up nicely for the rest of the night. You just need to ask politely” his smile is all sin as I snap my mouth closed and furrow my eyebrows.

I see movement somewhere below me and when I glance down I can’t help but stagger. He’s got a hand wrapped around his hard and leaking cock now standing at attention all over again as his eyes roam over me.

Liam POV

I watch her eyes as the cogs turn in her head. I touch myself, relieving some of the pressure as she watches. And then, she’s dropping back down to her knees on the blankets and lays down on her back, hair spread around her head like a halo. She spreads her legs so I can see the dripping slit practically calling me to it. She cups her breasts with her hands and I can’t help but take in the gorgeous pictures she’s putting on display for me.

“Please Liam, need you to fill me up so badly. Only you” She bites her lip and I can’t resist, can’t hold my composure as I fall onto her, catching myself as my hands hit the ground on either side of her head and she looks up at me with needy eyes.

“I love you” the way her eyes soften when she says it makes my heart soar and affection flares as I gently brush my lips across her cheeks, brushing the loose hair from her face.

“I love you” I whisper back and kiss her gently, then kiss both her cheeks and over the side of her neck. I hike her thighs up around my waist as I collect some of the slick from her cunt before smearing it over my cock.

I gently press the tip of my cock against her entrance, the warm wetness of her begging for me. I gently take one of her hands in mine, our fingers laced together as I press my hips forward. She’s so tight that I have to move slowly enough not to cum right then as she arches her back and moans. I lean over her quickly and press my mouth to hers. Her free arm comes up and wraps around my neck as she pants against my mouth. Once I’ve bottomed out I hold still, waiting the agonizing seconds until I can move.

I kiss over her face gently before pulling back slightly and then pushing back in. pleasure flares through me and she bites down on her lip as I slowly build a rhythm.

“Gods look at you taking me so well” I coo and lower myself over her, face tucking into the croak of her neck and breathing her in as I pick up the pace.

“Liam please- fuck you’re filling me so good” she scratches into my back, nails sinking deep and I know I’ll have fresh scars in the morning. Heat builds at the base of my spine as I sit back up and lean back on my heels and pull her half onto my lap, arching her back and I press my palm against her abdomen moaning low, just for her as I feel the quick press of my cockhead against my palm through the soft skin of her navel.

“Don’t worry pretty girl, I’ve got you I promise.” I grit out softly, the sound of wet skin slapping together and her soft moans fill the tent as she tightens around me until I can barely move.

“I’m gonna cum Li- Please I’m gonna cum” at her words I look down and meet her fucked out expression, her mouth hanging open and her wet pink tongue on display as I lean down and spit into her open mouth.

She arches and keens as she goes tight around me wetness coats my cock and sprays against my abdomen, soaking the blankets as she shakes. I thrust one, two, three more times before I pressed into her deep, my face buried in her chest as I filled her with my cum. I breathe her in and keep my arms wrapped around her as we both breathe in the quiet of her tent.

“Liam” she calls my name softly and I look down at her. She’s so soft beneath me and I can’t believe I get to hold her as she brushes her fingers over my cheek.

“I love you” She whispers and I lean into her touch, soaking in her warmth. “I love you”

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needy (choso x reader) + twt prn links

a/n: choso request for @rabid2hoe :3 

cw: dom and sub dynamics, vaginal sex, reader has a vagina, the names good girl and pretty girl + more fem pet names are used, unprotected sex, a lot of whining, a lot of fucks.

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Choso’s been desperate all day. The touches that lingered for a little too long and desperate hungry kisses when no one was looking told you everything you needed to know. It’s been days since you two have been intimate. Life just gets in the way sometimes, and you could tell it was starting to get to your boyfriend.

Right now he had you up against the wall while his lips left wet kisses all down your neck. “Mmph, need you so badd~” He moans against the fragile skin. You feel his hands roam your body until they find the soft supple skin of your ass and give it a rough squeeze.

“Been waiting all day, I need you.” He hums against the skin of your neck, his words come out whiny and are full of desperation. You let out a moan when he softly bites on your neck. “You sound so fucking pretty, god.” He whines as he tries to rub his hard cock on anything desperate for any friction.

“You’re so hard Cho,” You say and brush your leg against his hard cock straining against his pants and boxers. “F-fuck.” He moans and bucks his hips forward. “I can’t fucking take it anymore. Too much.” He pulls away from your neck and taps your ass to signal for you to jump so he can carry you over to the couch.

You jump and wrap your legs around your boyfriend and he takes you to the couch hastily. As soon as you get on the couch you immediately straddle him and his lips meet yours. He bucks into you, hard cock brushing against your wet core. The contact makes you let out a few small whimpers into the deep kiss.

His hands traveled all over your body while the kiss you two shared got sloppier by the minute. The kiss eventually breaks when he grows frustrated not being able to feel your soft skin. “Get naked for me, Baby.” He says softly but still firm. You obey his command and quickly peel off every article of clothing.

“So pretty, fuck.” He says and admires you before you climb back on top of him. When he feels your bare pussy on his painfully hard cock he feels like he’s going to explode. “Haah,~ your bare pussy feels so good on me.” He groans and bites his lip while he grips the fat of your ass and gives it a spank before kneading it. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.” He says and nuzzles his face between the valley of your breasts.

“I’ve been waiting for days, I need your body so bad.” He says and nips your right breast. “I’ve been holding back, but I can’t anymore. Take my cock out Baby.” You feel your face turn red before your hand reaches between you two and you fiddle with the zipper and button of his pants and boxers.

He lets out a hiss when you finally get his throbbing cock out of the restraint of his pants and boxers. “It’s so pretty, Cho.” You say while looking down at his leaking cock and spitting on your hand and giving it a couple of strokes. “Fuck, yes.” He moans and bucks into your hand. “Keep stroking it, God please.” He moans. “It’s so sensitive.” He whimpers, and his hands try to find purchase anywhere he can.

He was in heaven. Your hand worked on his cock while his sticky warm precum collected at the tip and leaked down and onto your hand. He feels like he might cum if you keep going because he was so sensitive from not having sex or even touching himself in days. “Stop, please.” He whines and you stop stroking his cock. “Get on top, rub your pussy on my cock.” He says grabbing your waist and moving you onto his hard length.

“Hmmh,” He groans when your wet slit envelops his thick cock. “You’re already so wet.” He sighs and grabs your hips. Your wetness allows you to slide back and forth on his cock. “You’re so beautiful on my cock like this.” With every single slide of his cock his cock grazes your sensitive clit, making you see stars. “Your cock feels so good on my pussy.” You whine and move your hips back and forth desperate for any contact on your aching clit.

Wet squelches fill the room as you rub yourself on his cock and his death grip on your hips only gets more and more intense the faster you move. “My girl is so fucking hot, I love when you tease me like this fuck.” His tone gets whinier towards the end of his sentence. “I need my pretty girl riding my dick. Please.” He says and holds your hips still and looks at you. Eyes full of desperation. “It’s been a long time. It’s gonna hurt, you're very big.” You say and raise your hips and hover over his thick cock.

It looked obscene. His thick tip was poking at your small opening. You were worried that the stretch would be too much for you. His leaking tip smeared pre cum all over your folds. “It’s not too big for you Baby,” He watches where you two are about to be connected. “I know my good girl can take it, she has before so many times.” He says and thrusts upwards forcing his thick cock halfway in.

“Fuck! So big.” You cry out when you feel the fullness of his cock inside of you. “See? I told you that you could take it.” He says and slams your body down on the rest of his cock. “So fucking tight, oh my god. I missed this so much, oh my goddd-” Your warm heat enveloped his whole cock and he had to hold back or else he'd probably cum a lot sooner than he’d like to admit.

“I’m so full, I feel it in my stomach.” You cry feeling so full for the first time in what feels like forever. “I fill you up so good don’t I.” He groans and begins to grip your waist and move you up and down his length. “Yes! I’m so full.” The dull feeling of being stretched begins to fade and pleasure begins to wash over your body when he begins to bounce your body on his cock.

“You’re so tight I missed this pussy so bad.” Your movements begin to speed up while the room fills with squelches and soft moans while your tits bounce in your boyfriend’s face while he moves you up and down. “You’re in so deep Cho.” The soft tip of his cock grazes your small bundle of nerves each time he bounces you.

“I love being so deep inside my girl.” He moans and thrusts upwards and hits that spot inside of you head-on. “Cho!” You yelp. “You’re gripping me so much mmnn.” His fingernails dig into your soft flesh when he feels you milk and grips his cock.

“You’re taking it so well.” A thin layer of sweat begins to form on his pale face as he buries his face between the valley of your breasts. His thrusts begin to slow down as he moans into your tits. You could tell that he was getting close. His whines only confirmed it. You were desperate to make him cum. You lifted your hips until you were hovering over his red weeping cock and slammed back down until you were flush against him.

“P-please Baby. I’m gonna fucking cum if you- Ah!” His moans were desperate and needy. You’ve never seen him this way. It was almost surreal. “Oh my fucking god, I can’t I’m gonna fucking cum-” He throws his head back when he feels your wet heat engulf him for the last time, a thick creamy ring forming around his now softening cock that was still inside you. “Fuck, I love you.” He says out of breath.

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Bunny! Reader gives rafe attitude while he’s working so he has to punish her.

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“Rafey!” You say while walking into rafe’s office

He sighs and stops what he’s doing to see what you want.

“What do you want now yn.”

“When will you come and watch a movie with me!” you whine because he said he was gonna watch a movie with you an hour ago

“When I’m done working.” He sighs turning back around to continue what he was doing on his computer before you rudely interrupted him.

“B-but you said that an hour ago!” You groan loudly while stomping one of your feet on the ground

Rafe doesn’t like this new attitude that you’re giving him but he keeps calm.

“I’ll be there in a minute just wait.” He starts getting annoyed.

“You said that last time and you didn’t come!” You say now stomping your foot again but louder and stronger this time making his desk shake.

Rafe jumps up from his chair and grabs your face, painfully squishing your cheeks together. “I said i’ll be there in a fucking minute, don’t make me have to punish you again."

you try to yank his hand away from your face but he grips your face tighter making you whine out in pain.

“Oh so now you’re trying to fucking move my hand huh?” He smirks and lets go of your face just to grip onto your hair instead.

“Now you’re getting fucking punish since you wanna be a brat.” He pulls you out of the office and drags you up the stairs to your guys shared bedroom.

Rafe slams the door behind you two and forces you onto your knees by your hair. He unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants and Calvin Klein underwear down in one pull.

The tip of his dick touches your nose

“Rafe I’m sorry.” You pout up at him

“Nah don’t give me that shit now. You wasn’t apologizing when you were giving me all that attitude while I was trying to work.”

You whine in defeat.

“Now suck on it, cmon I’m waiting.”

You sigh and open your mouth, putting rafe’s cock in it.

You begin to move your head back and forth until rafe puts both of his hands on your head while his cock is thrusting in and out of your mouth. You can feel him in the back of your throat as you gag around him.

Your eyes are glassy, full of tears. Your throat hurts as you try to keep your teeth back.

“Oh fuck” rafe grunts

You feel him twitch in your mouth, knowing he’s close. He continues fucking your face, when he finally release in your mouth.

He pulls out and you swallow all of it, not wanted to get in more trouble than you already are.

He pulls you up by your arm and pushes you onto the bed. He flips you over so your on your stomach.

He gets on top of you from behind and pulls your pink skirt and panties off and throws it somewhere on the floor. He grabs a pillow and puts it under your hips and grabs both of your hands and holds them behind your back, pushing down on them.

“Rafey what are yo-“ but before you could finish, he pushes into you making you moan out in pain and pleasure.

He doesn’t even give you time to adjust when he is pumping in and out of you at a fast pace, still holding your hands behind your back and now pushing down on your head.

You groan and whimper into the bed. You could barely breathe. His cock was bruising your cervix.

“This is what you- get for being a fucking brat.” He breaths out

“I-I-I’m sorry” you moan, barely able to form a sentence from rafe’s cock basically being in your guts.

rafe scoffs, laying a firm slap to the fat of your ass

You whine from the sting as rafe keeps fucking you.

“I’m gonna cum” he moans out

You begin to feel that feeling in your stomach also.

You were a moaning and whimpering mess and before you knew it you were cumming.

After you came undone rafes thrust don’t stop. He uses the wetness for him to fuck you harder. he slams into your poor cunt one last time before you hear rafe’s grunts and moans behind you, you feel his white cum shooting up inside of you.

You lay there limp and exhausted. You feel rafe pull out of you. you hear him put his clothes back on and pull the pillow from under your hips.

Your eyes are barely open when you see rafe right in front of you crouched down so he could be face to face with you.

he taps your cheek to check if your still alive

“Are you still there?” He asked sarcastically, he loves seeing you this way, nice and fucked out.

“Mhm” was all you could get out, eyes still closed

“So what did we learn today.” He ask while fiddling with your hair

“I’ll b-be good” You mumble, opening your eyes

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear that” he teases you

“I’ll be g-good, n-no attitude” you say exhausted still.

“Good.” He stands up and walks out of the bedroom.

˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —— ୨୧

[hanasnx]

jerk it out.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: the header is from @/teefumz on tiktok and instagram. i couldn’t find anything about their rules on reposts used for personal reasons such as this which is why i really stress go check out the original artist on their platforms linked. WARNINGS: human!mordecai | situationship | fwbs | explicit sexual content | praise | doggy style | reverse cowgirl | squirting | vaginal fingering.

MORDECAI wasn’t always good at sex. When you first started out your little situationship with him, he had not impressed you with his skills in the sack. He made up for it in constant worship, and empty availability, essentially donated his flagpole of a cock for you to fuck yourself on whenever convenient. Even going as far as to make Rigby cover for him while he raced over to your place on work time. He’s still working off taking the golf cart for a personal call.

However, the longer this has gone on the better it got. Before when he’d beg you to do reverse cowgirl, you were hesitant because of your lack of view. You were used to doing most of the work by then, but he most enjoyed watching that pretty ass bounce on him. He’d wrap those long, ringed fingers around your ankles, stroking his thumb lovingly across your skin as he groans behind you.

Now that’s gotten more confident, he’ll make it worth your while. He’ll root his feet on the mattress so he can pick his pelvis up, juggling you on his hips as he fucks up into you. Your hair is corded around his palm—where he says it belongs—keeping your spine in a deep arch, just how he likes it.

Proving what a fan he is of hitting it from the back, doggy style is another favorite of his. He’s gotten exponentially more skilled on that one. Instead of plowing you with his rig and hoping for the best, he’s learned how to move you, and move with you. That hand places itself on your tailbone, bouncing you back, and letting your body spring you forth on its own. His lean and taut abdomen rolls as he fucks you, stroking your insides instead of ramming them. He learned the method from how well you responded when he ate you out, the motion of his tongue licking your hole taught him well, and you rewarded him with the hottest moan he’s ever heard and your claws dug deep in his faded dyed blue hair. Now he’s got it figured out, and by the way you’re yelling into his mattress, he’d say he’s doing a damn good job.

Like you want it, you’re backing up on him, meeting him halfway. The pace is set harder, slamming into you like you’re asking for while you writhe and clutch at his old and worn blanket. He goes for it, palming your head to shove your face further into the mattress, muffling you. The slightest change in angle transforms the sensation, and he starts fucking a limp body only interested in the way he’s hitting that pleasure spot over and over again. One of the reasons you liked Mordecai enough to hook up was his length because you’re into the pain. Now that’s gotten the hang of how to use it, you’re no better than a brainless doll, letting him fuck your hole like the expensive fleshlight he could never afford. Can’t beat the real thing anyway. Cunt gripping on him, tight and wet and sweet. He’s never had anything like it before, he fits in you like nothing else. “Taking it so good, can’t believe it. Can’t believe how fucking good you feel.” You can’t even respond, mindlessly babbling as he talks dirty to you.

When you start drying up from the harsh pace and his condom, he pulls out for your sake. You make a noise of disappointment but you’re satiated as soon as he hastily spits on your cunt. The gob slides down, and he spreads the moisture with three clumsy fingers, probing the entrance until he shoves them in. You jump with a cry, tensing under his touch but he doesn’t let up, banging his fingers inside you to coax that coveted release out of you. He knows exactly how to lure it out, he’s not trying to get you to cum. The familiar sting wells up in the pit of your stomach, screaming into his covers. Unconsciously you reach back to grab at him but he dodges you because he won’t let you get out of it. He wants his bed to smell like you.

Just like that you squirt, spraying him and dripping down his tense forearm. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. There you go, fuck. Give it to me.” he encourages, plugging up your hole so it spills out from around him, over and over again, taking it from you while you bite hard into a bunch of blanket.

Tender, he extracts his fingers, having been held captive by your contracting pussy. Doesn’t matter that it’s sore and you’re coated in your own squirt and twitching, he feeds that long cock right back in to keep going.

[rendiamberspirit]

For @skurali1 here is a sneak peak:

Once I finish the rest I will post on AO3 under my same user name

MadaTobi Sage Mode AU

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Tobirama was doing his best to keep up but these men were stronger than the typical bloodline thieves. He didn't know what to do. He needed time to gather enough nature chakra to gain access to sage mode.

He bites his thumb to summon forth his primary summon Kuro.

In a puff of smoke the 250 lb panther burst forth.

“Tobira-chan, what is going on? What do you need?”

Tobirama grits out “I just need 5 minutes to enter sage mode. I can't continue like this, there are too many of them that are strong enough to be a challenge. I will of course have clones fighting as well but I need you to guard me as I meditate.”

The panther gives him a look of deep concern but nods anyway. “I will guard you with my life.”

Tobirama allows himself to calm, he knows that now that he has Kuro by his side he will prevail. The two of them have never entered a battle without coming out on top.

He does his best to tune out the sounds of fighting, and the snarls coming from his companion and focus on gathering nature chakra.

Finally he has gathered enough he jumps from his cross-legged position into a crouch with a snarl on his own lips now.

He strikes an imposing figure now, he has blood red lines looking almost like vines creeping from the sides of his head towards the center of his face, and his eye becomes outlined in red.

The fight becomes almost one sided as his jutsu are more powerful, do more damage and each of his blows is backed by chakra making each hit devastating.

Tobirama has finally cleared a path to the man holding the bound little Uchiha boy with a knife to his throat.

He is done playing around, and he has Kuro and a few shadow clones to guard his back, so without even needing a hand sign, just a few gestures with his wrist and hand he takes control of the bloodline hunters body.

He feels a thrill down his spine at the fear on the man's face as Tobirama manipulates the hand holding the knife to plunge into the man's own leg. Tobirama savors his cry of pain. He deserves it for the terror on the boys face, for each cut and bruise, for the rope burns he sees in the child's ankles and wrists.

Tobirama then forces the man to back away and drop to his knees, the unadulterated fear causing the man to leak tears and snot.

Tobirama takes one last moment to appreciate the irony of this man now facing the end he had planned for the boy he was holding.

Tobirama slowly plunges his sword into the man's chest. Ensuring he will die choking on his own blood.

Something about sage mode always seemed to make him a little more feral.

Story is completed and can be found at the link below!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63973096/chapters/166957366

[cacophony-eg]

Okay so saw the trailer for Season 5 of LMK and the discord that is happening. So I did a little research and here’s some information all LMK fans should be aware of. (EDIT: new information has come forth)

Link (One of the people who worked on Monkie Kid at FlyingBark has now made a statement, I’ve rebloged the tweet for anyone who may not have access to twitter)

Looks like it’s official that Flying Bark will no longer be working on LMK.

https://issuu.com/brunico-issuu/docs/kidscreen_febmar23_lowres/s/18007818 (<- Link to article)

It looks like LEGO has given WildBrain studios the license to LMK for the next 2 seasons plus a Special.

(It has been shown to me, that I have mis interpreted the information in the Kidscreen article and I apologize for that. I was trying to find some string of answers and jumped onto the first thread of evidence I could find.

What does remain true is WildBrains credentials and to please not point your annoyance, frustration, and disappointment onto either of the animation studios, or their staff, if your goal is for better animation your best corse of action is still to push LEGO company about it)

Now first off I want to say that The Vancouver studio they are talking about is pretty good, they used to be DHX and the part of DHX that did My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, along with Carmen Sandiego, so they do know how to animate 2D pretty well but it’s all rigged 2D either done through Flash or Harmony, so doubtful we will get the kind of battle animation we got from Barks studios.

PLEASE don’t stop supporting or watching LMK that’s not going to help, it’s probably already set in stone that WildBrain will have LMK for the at least the next 2 seasons plus special, also don’t attack WildBrain that’s like complaining to a cashier about how a store is run don’t do that. Also don’t go after the show runners(ie: writers); they are the cashier supervisors; When it comes to massive properties like LEGO, they have no control over who the company hires to be cashiers.

If you're going to complain to anyone, complain to LEGO company, (the part that has control over shows, not the one that has control over lego sets). Now don’t say things like “if you keep this studio I’m gonna stop watching Monkie Kid and buying your merch” don’t do this it will only cause LEGO to drop the show, if a show doesn’t have the view numbers or the merch numbers, they’ll drop the show regardless of the praise or complains about said show.

Question Lego about their choices, request Lego for animation the same quality as the previous season, question lego how to get flybark’s animation back.(new info has come in, please read link to twitter statement or the reblog of the twitter statement)

Please reblog this, or screen shot and repost what I am saying; this is the one case where I give permission. I know a lot of fans are spinning (Me included) right now and I don’t want anyone to take out their annoyance, frustration and disappointment on the wrong people.

[xo-cuteplosion-xo]

Link to Warnings/Both sfw and nsfw masterlists Click here

A Light In The Dark | Telemachus x reader|

Chapter one ~Prologue~

About

In which a girl named Y/n has never known affection without condition before a prince opens his heart to her. Will the young Dove soar free of her brother's cage, or will she remain where she is comfortable? Will the prince and the dove fall in love and end with a smile, or will their love be their undoing and end in tragedy? AKA The reader is Eurymachus' younger half-sister and a chess piece in his quest for power, but he forgets that all birds are born wanting to soar. Your wings could only stay clipped for so long, and Telemachus is the one with a chance to free you if you'll let him.

Chapter below the cut

Fear, anger, desperation… Life’s an endless cycle of struggle.

There was the woman clad in expensive jewelry who stared at you with disgust.

There was the man who tried to ignore your existence, but when he didn’t, he made it quite clear you were his greatest mistake.

There was the boy, ten years older than you, well mannered and well spoken.

Then there was you, kept in a back room, kept away from others… 

The mother, the father, the son and the product of the father’s faithfulness. 

You were glad to be out of that house, to be away from the aging adults. However, you know better than to assume you were free. You bite your nails sitting on a balcony, legs pulled up to your chest. “You really should stop that.” You turn your head to your brother and shrug.

“Sorry…” You drop your hand and go back to staring at the gardens. 

“How is chasing the prince fair?” Your brother, Eurymachus, or simply Eury to you, only had one request for taking you with him. Keep the prince busy and tell him if anything changes. 

You fidget, twirling hair around your fingers, afraid to disappoint him. “I… I’ve made progress… a little. I saw him this morning and almost managed to speak to him.” His sigh makes you flinch back. “Antinous kinda scared him off before I could approach.” 

He pauses, scribbling notes to set the quill down and stare at you. “Oh? I believe I’ve heard that one before. You’re pretty and gentle N/n. Come on now. You and I both know there’s no reason for you to hesitate. You’ve done this before.”

“Yes, but-” His eyes narrow and you glance away, shutting your mouth. “I’ll… do better.”

“There we go, see it’s not that hard.” Eury smiles, standing up to ruffle your hair. “Why don’t you go on a little walk? You’ve watched him enough to know there’s a chance he’s unaccompanied by Penelope. If you manage to hold a proper conversation, I’ll save you a seat in the hall.”

You lighten up searching his eyes for any sign he’s being dishonest, but he’s not. “Okay! I’ll go right now!” 

Affection is a fleeting concept… something you’ve never thought yourself deserving of. Your status, you deserved the way your father and his wife treated you. Eury’s only ever been kind… your provider, the saving grace of everything you could have needed.

With a smile you skip down the halls…

You hum to yourself as you walk through the garden. It takes you a few loops to find the prince and just as your brother had thought, he’s alone. You take a deep breath as you approach, hands behind your back. “Whatcha doin?” You hum and the prince jumps, dropping the basket he was holding. 

His eyes narrow and you look down at the dropped collection of flowers. You bend down, picking them up for him, then hold the basket back to him while he watches in a mix of confusion. “You… what are you trying to do?” He’s not much taller than you are right now…

You tilt your head and shrug. “I dunno. You were alone and just kinda standing there, so I figured I’d come talk to you.” You rock back and forth and he watches you with caution. 

“Aren’t you one of their sisters?” You realize then that he’s likely been crying, the rims of his eyes a little red. You can’t say you don’t feel bad, but your need for your brother’s approval far outshines that sick, twisting feeling. 

You nod, “mhm! Eury’s my older brother!” The kid prince scoffs and side steps around you.

“He’s a jerk like Antinous.” He huffs, puffing out his cheeks.

Ah, he’s walking off… “Can we be friends?” You blurt out and for a moment, the prince pauses. He turns back to you hesitantly.

“Why?” He holds the basket of flowers close.

You settle in with relief that you didn’t mess this up. “You’re cute!” You giggle staring at him. It’s not a lie, he is adorable, but what 14-year-old isn’t adorable?

“You’re weird…”

The first meeting between the two of you… you were fourteen…

Present day.

You sigh sitting at the mess table in the seat that had been deemed yours. Antinous sits at the head, Eurymachus to his right and you at the left. “How’s the prince?” 

You glance at the wolf and shrug. “Haven’t checked on him in a bit. My guess is the same old same old. Running to his mommy every chance he gets.” You scoff, dropping a grape in your mouth. 

“You should probably keep up with that a bit more.” You pause and sigh, staring at your brother.

“Don’t pressure the dove so much. Wouldn’t want her to get all temperamental on us.” You flush and glance at Antinous. You’re not sure when he picked up on the strange bond you and your brother share, but you’ve grown used to his presence. He’s like a second brother to you. Where gifts come with a price from Eury, you don’t usually find yourself required to do anything but talk to him for Antinous to offer his time. 

Your brother sighs, “I suppose not.” You go back to sipping on your wine, staring off into space as the suitors talk and eat. Somewhere along the line, you excuse yourself from the commotion and head outside into the garden.

It’s late, but the wind is something you welcome. It brushes against your skin, ruffles through your hair… You can’t help but smile.

You like being alone. The illusion of choice warps your thoughts when you step away from the crowds. You feel alive and unbothered here. 

A tap on your shoulder steals you away from your thoughts. You turn to see a smiling prince lingering behind you. “Thought I saw you.” He drops his hand back to his side.

“Telemachus! You shouldn’t sneak up on people, you know.” You cross your arms, taking on a completely different personality around him. You don’t need to be on edge searching for signs that you misspoke or did something to upset him. You can talk as you want to, act as you wish. “What are you doing out here so late, though? I thought you’d be with your mother.”

“I remember that you snuck up on me when we met, though. I think it’s only fair.” He shrugs, settling in pace with your steps. “She had a small headache, so she retired early. What about you? Aren’t you usually with your brother?”

“They all seem too busy drinking and being… men right now. I need air.” Your words are true for once. 

“You’re not going to get into trouble talking to me right now, right?” Telemachus glances around the empty garden, then to you.

You shake your head. “Nope, Antinous and Eury are probably too busy trying to come up with some new plot to keep an eye on me right now. So we can freely talk. So freely I can ask you this, have your eyes caught anybody yet?” You hum, batting your lashes.

The prince flushes, but shakes his head. “No…” He looks away from you, awkwardly shifting. “I don’t think that is a topic that is discussed between friends… somebody could get the wrong idea.”

“You’re such a scaredy cat, Telemachus.” You tease him a little and he sighs, trying to hide the flush on his cheeks. 

“I am not. You just ask things that aren’t exactly lady-like!” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“You’ve known me for almost three years. I say weird things all the time. How is that what gets to you?” You snicker, rolling your eyes.

“Because we are friends and I was not expecting you to ask something like that!” He huffs, shaking his head.

Friends… you can’t help but smile. You’re getting information from him, but you do think of him like a friend. He’s not just a tool… You enjoy talking to him. 

He’s your friend and you can talk about anything, even if you might run off to tell Eury what the prince confides in you with. Chapter Two: Click here

[wedgie-stories]

Hotel Hell

It’s a nice hot summer day, and five friends are deciding what to do. Jack, Corey, Chris, Matt, and Tyler were all chilling at Jack's house.

Chris suggested exploring a recently abandoned hotel that had gone out of business. Most of them were in agreement, but some were worried.

Eventually, they all got ready and headed to the hotel. Once they arrived, a large chain-link fence was around the property to keep people and scrappers out. They climbed up and over the fence. Once over the fence, they began looking for a way into the building. They came across a window they were able to slide up and open.

Once inside, the boys started exploring the building by leaving the room and going down the halls. They made their way into the front lobby, which was still completely furnished and looked like it was still open for business.

Jack was talking to the others when he saw a sign on the wall that said “Swimming Pool” with an arrow pointing down one of the hallways.

Corey responded, "What are the chances that it still has water in it?"

They made their way down the hall to the pool. They opened the door and walked into where the pool was. To their surprise, the pool was still full of water and looked to be maintained.

“Who wants to jump in?” Chris said.

“We don’t have any swimming trunks to swim in,” Tyler exclaimed.

Matt stripped down to his black boxerbriefs as Tyler talked and jumped into the pool. The guys all turned in surprise at Matt jumping in.

As Matt surfaced from under the water, he wiped his face and said the water was fine. The rest of them stripped down to their underwear except Tyler. They all wore black boxerbriefs except Corey, who was in red/blue boxerbriefs.

They all jumped into the pool and began horsing around. After a few minutes, they noticed Tyler was still not getting in. They all started bantering Tyler to get in. He kept saying that he was worried about the water. Eventually, after a few minutes of the back and forth, Matt, Jack, and Chris got out of the pool and cornered Tyler. The guys stripped him of his clothes to his black/white boxerbriefs. They carried him over to the pool and jumped while holding onto him.

Tyler was mad at them, but his anger lasted only a few minutes until he started playing with them.

After a bit, the guys wore themselves out and floated around the pool. Tyler asked them if they knew why the Hotel closed.

Chris replied, “It’s supposedly haunted or some shit like that.”

They all started to laugh at Chris’ remark. “I’m so scared,” Jack exclaimed.

“I’m terrified,” Matt yelled.

That’s when things took a turn for the worse for the guys. The lights turned off for about five seconds and then back on. Tyler was freaked out by this and started to climb out of the pool. All the guys began laughing at him for how much of a scaredy cat he was, but the laughter got even louder when they saw he was wearing a black/white speedo.

“How did we not notice that when we threw him in!!” Matt said.

Tyler yelled even more freaked out, “Guys, these aren’t mine, and I didn’t put them on.”

They all laughed some more except Corey, who said, “Uh guys, I’m in one now, too!”

That’s when they all realized that all their boxerbriefs had changed into speedos somehow. Tyler ran over to grab his clothes to get dressed but couldn’t find them.

“Our clothes are gone, guys!” Tyler yelled panicky.

Now they were all out of the pool, looking everywhere for their clothes, but they couldn’t find them anywhere. They were all panicking now, asking each other what was happening or what they should do.

Unbeknownst to them, it was just the beginning for them. They ran over to the door to the hallway, but it was locked and wouldn’t budge open.

As they were all trying to open the door, they didn’t see the pole with a hook floating behind them. The pole came up right behind Chris, and the hook went into the back of his speedo. As it slipped in, Chris’ eyes widened. Suddenly, he was pulled backward by his speedo and let out a girlish scream. The guys turned quickly to see him being dragged away by a floating pole. Chris was dragged into a supply closet, and the door shut.

The guys ran over and tried to open the door to get to him, but they couldn’t.

As they stood there trying to formulate a plan to get Chris out, two ropes flew across the floor and went up Corey and Matt’s legs. One rope entered the backside of Matt’s speedo and out the other leghole. At the same time, the other rope went up Corey’s leg, entered the front of his speedo, and exited the other leghole. Corey and Matt fought to pull the rope out, but it was useless. They were not prepared for what was about to happen next. They were both hoisted into the air above the pool by the rope. The rope went up, tied to a pipe across the ceiling.

Jack and Tyler watched in horror as their buddies put into their predicament. As they stood there, Jack saw two more ropes coming towards them. Jack grabbed Tyler by the arm and pulled him with him when he took off running. They ran to the door and, this time, could easily pull it open.

They were running down the hallway in nothing but their speedos towards the lobby. They reached the lobby, and Jack looked back and saw no ropes chasing them.

The two looked at each other and started to think of a plan to rescue their friends. It was cut short when a rope came down from the chandelier above them, wrapped around one of Jack’s wrists, and pulled his hand up. Then another rope came down and wrapped around his other wrist and pulled it up.

Tyler ran off and jumped behind the front desk to hide as this happened. Tyler watched as a third rope with a hook came down and entered the back of Tyler’s speedo. Now, a fourth rope wrapped around Jack’s ankles and tightened. The third rope then began retracting but upward, pulling the speedo up. The rope around his ankles kept him planted on the ground as his speedo was lifted. After a few minutes of the rope pulling the speedo up and Jack yelling and moaning in pain, it was stretched over his head and latched under his chin.

Tyler looked at Jack, and his speedo now looked like a G-string from being stretched out.

Tyler then began climbing back over the counter, but as he did, he slipped and face planted on the desk. That’s when he felt an invisible force hold him down on the desk. Tyler then felt the sides of his speedo get violently pulled up. They were pulled up to his shoulders, and his arms were shoved through the legholes. Then, a rope wrapped around the bottom of the desk over the top of his legs. Then, another rope wrapped around his back from the bottom of the desk. Now, he was tied face down on the desk in a shoulder wedgie.

Chris was still in the supply closet, beating on the door and yelling for help. As he stopped crying and gave up, he heard the deadbolt unlock. Chris opened the door and stepped out very slowly. He saw Corey hanging by the front of his speedo and Matt by the back of his. Then, he saw something he wanted: a pair of shorts sitting on top of the water slide. He made his way over to the slide very cautiously. He got to its base and began climbing the ladder. As he got to the top, the shorts started to slide down. So he climbed to the top and was standing on the platform. He reached down to pick up the shorts, but they faded out of existence. Chris went to turn around to climb down the ladder but saw a rope slithering up. So he turned around and sat down to slide down the slide. As he began sliding down, he was caught by his speedo. The hook on the rope caught the top of his speedo and had him. Chris used his feet and hands to climb the slide backward, slowly relieving the wedgied speedo as he did that he heard a water flowing noise. Nearly at the top of the slide, water began flowing down the slide. With the slide being wet, it was now slippery, and his hands and feet lost traction, and he slid down again until his speedo caught him. Chris kept trying to climb up but could never get his grip.

After about two hours, the poltergeist had its fun, and it was time to clear them out of his home.

Corey and Matt were still hanging above the pool when they heard ripping noises. That’s when they both came falling out of their speedos completely naked into the pool. Then, still on the slide, Chris had his speedo unhooked from the rope. He slid down into the pool with the other two. They began swimming over to the side to climb out. As they were swimming, they were fighting a current. They also noticed that the water level was getting lower. After a few minutes, they were exhausted from fighting that current, and the pool was getting low in water. Chris was in the back of the three and pulled down to the drain. His speedo-clad butt was sitting on the drain. Chris was holding his breath underwater when he looked up. He saw Matt’s pale white butt getting closer to him. As the water kept draining, Matt got closer and closer till finally, his butt went right into Chris’ face. Chris tried to push him away but couldn’t because of the current. Then, it was time for Matt’s unfortunate situation. Corey was getting pulled back into Matt. So now it was Corey’s butt against Matt’s face and Matt’s butt against Chris’ face. The water had all drained after what seemed like a lifetime to the guys. Corey and Matt got up and looked at Chris, who was still sitting down. Corey and Matt tried to cover themselves as best as possible, yelling at Chris to get up.

“Guys, I need your help,” Chris pleaded. I’m stuck, and it’s trying to suck me down the drain.

Corey and Matt reached out, grabbed Chris’ arms, and started trying to pull him up. Chris wasn’t budging at all.

“On three guys, you all pull as hard as you can,” Chris said. The count began: 1… 2… 3 they began pulling as hard as possible. RIPPPPPP. Chris came flying up into the other two, knocking them on their backs and causing him to fall on top of them. Now, all three of them lay there naked for a second and scrambled to their feet once they realized their parts were all touching.

They climbed out of the pool and looked for something to cover themselves with, but to no avail; they couldn’t find anything. They headed to the door to find Jack and Tyler. As they walked, three life safety rings came out of nowhere and flew over their heads and down to their stomachs. Once their arms were trapped down by their sides, the rings began to shrink a bit. They wiggled to get free, but they were just too tight.

Corey spotted three ropes slithering toward them, so they ran down the hall to the lobby. Once in the lobby, they saw the other two. They ran over to them but couldn’t free them because their hands were stuck.

It didn’t matter because what happened next was that Jack's hands were freed, but before he could remove the atomic wedgie, a life ring flew on him and trapped him like the others.

Then, the ropes holding Tyler down came off him, and he stood up but immediately had a life ring fly on him and trap his arms down by his sides.

As they stood there trying to remove the rings, a cloud of black smoke appeared and transformed into an evil-looking humanoid creature.

They all stood there frozen at the evil creature except for Jack, who was still blinded by his speedo. It began speaking in a dark, deep voice, saying, “Now it’s time for the finale, and you all shall never return.”

That’s when ropes went around the back of the life rings and began dragging them out the front doors. They were dragged right in front of the building, where there happened to be five flagpoles with other countries' flags. Each one of them was placed in front of a pole. The rope was then hoisted up the flagpole until it reached its top.

They all were yelling and panicking at each other, asking how we could get down!

Well, the poltergeist answered that for them not by telling them but by a sound.

They all went quiet when they heard the hotel fire alarm going off. As they hung, they all decided to come up with a believable story of how this happened to them. After a few minutes, they could hear the sirens coming. Then, another few minutes and a couple of firetrucks pulled up.

The fireman cut the lock off the fence gate and walked in. They stood at the bottom of the poles, looking at guys laughing and even snapping pictures.

There’s no telling what they were thinking seeing three of them naked but life rings and two wedgied in speedos hanging from flagpoles.

[specialagentlokitty]

Master chief x reader - slow starts

If you still write for Master Chief could I request Master Chief x reader soulmate AU where they have timers on their wrists ticking down to when they'll meet their soulmate? If you don't write for Master Chief anymore that is absolutely fine. Have a good day😊💛 - Anon💜

Your timer seemed flawed, broken. Compared to everybody else’s timer, yours seems to jump ahead, go backward, sometimes the time would just vanish.

You weren’t sure why this was happening, nobody even after you saw specialist after specialist about it, not even they could give you an answer.

So you learnt to just start ignoring it, you never believed your timer now.

So when you were introduced to John after a mission you had recently completed with him, and your timer buzzed on your wrist, you didn’t think twice.

“Sorry, it’s nice to meet you but I’ve got to go I’m late.” You say, rushing past him.

John watched your leave, he didn’t show any emotion on his face, but he felt his timer go off.

He had wondered if his was fake, simply placed there to make Spartans feel a little more normal.

But there it was, set to zero just after meeting you, and he had heard yours go off but you didn’t even look.

Did you not believe in soulmates?

Did you not want a Spartan as a soulmate?

A lot of thoughts rushed around his head despite him trying to ignore them.

He tried to approach you to talk about your soulmate timers, but he could barely get close to you, there was always an excuse for you to to leave.

As a couple of weeks go past, he feels almost defeated.

John had been through hell and back and never gave up, but not being able to get a conversation out of you almost made him give up.

He watch you walk through the hallways towards the med bay, and immediately took that as his chance.

Getting up John quickly rushed to follow you, quietly slipping into the med bay after you, and he closed the door.

He walked over to you and stood quietly a few feet behind you, towering over you.

“You can’t keep avoiding this.” He said.

He didn’t sound annoyed as such, if anything he sounded a bit more confused than anything else.

“Master chief.” You greeted.

Turning around you sat on one of the med bay beds and he took a few unsure steps closer towards you.

“I don’t understand why you’ve been avoiding me. Do you not want to be my soulmate?”

You sigh slightly, running a hand down your face as you look at him.

“It’s not the simple, my timer isn’t accurate, it’s broken. Sometimes it jumps back and forth between times, sometimes it doesn’t change time or resets. You know just because you have a timer doesn’t mean your soulmate will have a matching one?”

John studied you quietly for a moment and pointed to your wrist.

“Your timer is still set to zero.”

“It’s not trust worthy.”

“You know it’s linked to mine.”

You both just stared at one another for a few minutes.

John wasn’t sure why he was trying to hard to get you to believe in your timer, to believe you were his soulmate.

His whole life he’d gone without needing any sort of relationship with people.

Maybe it came from the knowledge he had a soulmate, or from seeing other people and how happy and normal they were with their soulmates.

“Do you not want to be my soulmate?”

You sigh heavily.

“It’s not that, it’s just I can’t trust my timer.”

John frowned a little bit, taking your wrist he held it out and put his timer next to your, silently comparing something.

Each timer has a small set of numbers in the top right corner, your soulmate would have the same numbers, in the event that people questioned the soulmate timer or something went wrong with them.

John read the numbers and you did the same thing.

They matched.

“You’re my soulmate.” He stated.

He lowered your wrist back to your side.

“I can’t pretend I know anything about this stuff, because I don’t. I also can’t pretend to be the most caring soulmate, I wasn’t trained for this. But I would like to try.”

This made you look up at him in slightly shock.

“You want to try?”

He nodded his head.

“I’ve heard people say dinner is a good start?” He asks a little unsure.

“I uh… yeah…”

“I can’t cook.”

This made you laugh a little, especially at how bluntly he said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“I can cook.”

John looked at you, bending his knees slightly so he could bring himself to your height.

“Can we have dinner?”

The slight lost look in his eye mixed with hopefulness made you sigh, and you nodded.

“Yeah, okay. We can have dinner and get to know each other better.”

John nodded and stood back up satisfied, hesitating he gently placed his hand on top of your head before walking away

[toasttt11]

outdoor

October 28, 2023

Hayden was beaming as she saw Ellen and Jim getting onto the ice for her outside family skate.

It was a bit weird to Hayden to not have Luke at her family skate but she understands he has his own career now.

Ellen was immediately linking her arms with her Hayden and smiling as she got to skate with Hayden.

Jim was content to skate right next to them.

Ryan skated over grinning, “Mrs and Mr Hughes!” Ryan was immediately hugged by Ellen.

“Ryan! How are you and your parents?” Ellen asked happily. Ryan had actually played with Quinn when they were really young but he never met Jack, Luke and Hayden until he joined the Oilers but it was funny when they all realized Ryan has known Quinn way before he knew Hayden.

“Good they are great! They told me to tell you both hello.” Ryan easily replied smiling as he started skating with the three.

Hayden heard a little coo behind her and turned around seeing Ryan and Bri holding Lennon, “Ducky!” Hayden beamed and skates over as Lennon reached out to Hayden.

“Hi my girl.” Hayden cooed back as she picked up Lennon holding her softly.

“El! Jimmy!” Hayden called over smiling at her Aunt and Uncle, “Meet Lennon!” Hayden proudly introduced her goddaughter to her second pair of parents.

“Hi Lennon!” Ellen cooed smiling gently at the baby, Ellen and Jim has seen so many photos and videos from Hayden and both of them are so glad to see how happy Hayden is with Lennon.

Jim smiled softly and waved gently at the baby.

“Aunty Hayden!” Three little voices called out.

Hayden laughed seeing Aiden, Theo and Bennett all wobbling skating over to her, “Hi my boys!” Hayden bent down and held Lennon in one arm and opened up her other arm hugging each of the boys separately.

“Will you skate with us Aunty Hayden?” Aiden asked hopefully.

“Sure.” Hayden easily agreed and Bri smiled talking Lennon from Hayden as Hayden stood back up.

“You to Uncle Ry?” Theo asked softly looking up at his favorite aunt and uncle.

“Course bud!” Ryan easily agreed.

Hayden mouthed a sorry to Ellen and Jim as she let the boys drag her away but they both just smiled.

Ellen and Jim is just happy to see how much Hayden is loved here and it’s just nice to see how happy she is in Edmonton with the family she has made here.

Lauren and Connor found Ellen and Jim and started talking with them as Ryan and Hayden chased around with the three boys.

Hayden picked up Bennett spinning him around making him giggle and setting him on her hip as she saw him getting tired, he is the youngest of the three boys and has a harder chance keeping up with his brother and Aiden.

Hayden laughed the entire night glad to just get the time to skate with some of the most important people in her life.

She of course missed her brothers but she did just see Quinn two weeks ago and got a few days with him and she gets to see him in a week. Unfortunately she wouldn’t see Luke and Jack for over a month.

October 29, 2023

Hayden walked out of the doorway and looked around seeing the stadium filled and the atmosphere was incredible. Hayden was really looking forward to playing an outside hockey game.

Hayden laughed as Ryan tossed his arm over her shoulder shaking her back and forth as they got ready for the national anthem.

Hayden glanced over to the box where she knows a lot of the family was sitting and waved softly knowing her family would be there even if she can’t see them very well from the ice.

Hayden focused on the ice as the game against the flames, She quickly won the face off and passed to Leon and they broke past the flames players.

Leon passed back and Hayden smacked the puck into the net getting a goal only ten seconds into the game.

Hayden cheered throwing a fist bump as she skated after her goal, Hayden laughed as Leon and Connor smushed her into a hug and Ryan jumped on her shaking her head like crazy and Ryan Hopkins gave her head pats.

Hayden smiled as she skated by her bench high fiving her team.

Hayden went out on a shift half way through the first period and stole the puck quickly skating around all of the players and she faked a shot dropping the puck back for Zach to smack into the net.

Hayden laughed patting Zach’s head as they celebrated the second goal of the game.

Calgary got a goal next.

Hayden was out later in the second period and she quickly skated down the ice watching Connor and Leon pass back and forth before Leon flicked it ahead of the flames player and she swept in grabbing and easily scoring her second goal.

The first peoria ended with the Oilers 3-1.

Hayden was just laying on the floor in the locker room using her hoodie as her pillow as she just relaxed. It was one of her favorite things to do in intermission.

Second period was slower and only Calgary got one goal.

Hayden cheered as Vincent got a goal and they were up 4-2.

Hayden was on the ice as for the last thirty seconds of the game and the flames net was empty and she got the puck and did a little shrug before smacking the puck all the way across the ice and it it the net.

Hayden laughed as her team jumped on her celebrating her hat trick.

Oilers won 5-3.

Hayden laughed as she headed out do the locker room and she was attacked by three little boys hugging her legs and she kneeled down hugging her nephews.

Hayden of course was hugged by all of the wives and girlfriends there and Lauren and Celeste of course hugged her the longest both looking like proud older sisters.

Hayden smiled happily as she was smushed in a hug by Ellen and Jim, she might not have her parents with her anymore but she has Jim and Ellen and that’s almost as good.

[lucydixon]

Roommate!Reader Backstory Headcanons

If you don't know, I have a bunch of posts that are tagged Roommate!Reader, and they were all pulled from a bigger project I never finished, so all of these posts are linked, but not in chronological order or anything. Think snippets of the reader's life with the boys. Here's some context/backstory to help tie it all together and a moodboard for the general ✨vibe✨

You met one of the boys at a gig, probably Faust, who is immediately in love with you, and he invited you to a Mayhem party up at the house, where you met the rest of the gang. Immediately, there's a bit of a pissing contest with you and Øystein, who is completely lovestruck by you, but unwilling to admit it to himself. He's on guard and standoffish and you find it a little amusing, which irritates the shit out of him.

You go to their first show with Pelle as the frontman and are overwhelmed by how good the music is. You liked black metal, and had followed it all the way to Oslo, but this was on another level.

The boys all love you, and Jan Axel tells Faust that he has to bring you over to hang out and watch them rehearse so they can spend more time with you.

You start going over regularly, and let it slip to Pelle that you're no longer needed at your part-time, under-the-table job at a record store in town, and are thinking about going home (Wherever that might be) since you won't be able to pay your rent anymore. He immediately asks you if you want the spare room upstairs, and Jan jumps at the chance to have some eye candy hanging around 24/7.

They let you move in for really cheap and Øystein bitches and moans the whole time, as if he doesn't want you there. The two of you butt heads so much in the beginning that you almost move out on several occasions, but you become a fixture in the house and it gets to the point where none of them want you to go.

You get dragged into all sorts of antics, like the handcuff fiasco, and dirt nap.

You and Pelle bond over your love of art and everything strange, and spend a lot of time together. He brings you little animal bones, and the two of you sit up in your room for hours at a time while you turn them into jewelry or macabre windchimes made from Øystein's broken guitar strings.

Jan Axel is a total flirt, and the two of you are constantly going back and forth with flirty banter. No one around you can tell if you're joking or not, including Øystein, who finds it infuriating.

Speaking of Øystein. You both have felt a magnetic pull from the second you met, but cannot seem to get along for the life of you, and not for lack of trying. You try to be friendly, and he keeps making petty digs and threatening to kick you out if you don't bend to his will on every decision.

Despite your issues with Øystein, you become a member of the fucked up family and spend your days partying with them and stealing food for the house from stores in town and nearby farms as a means of paying rent.

Pelle still commits in this AU. You're the one who finds him, then Øystein comes home, and the two of you deal with it together. You end up being the one to make the skull necklaces while in a stunned autopilot state immediately after finding him. The two of you used to make all sorts of things out of bones, and it feels right to make something beautiful out of the horrible situation.

You take Pelle's death hard, as we saw in Worried.

When Jorn leaves the band, you get roped in to practicing, then playing with them after Jan reveals that he can hear you playing your bass through your shared wall at night.

You end up going to Helvete with Oystein, half because you don't have anywhere else to go and half because the two of you bonded after the Pelle situation. Jan goes off to live on his own, but you still choose to live at Helvete despite being offered a room in his new apartment.

You and Oystein gradually start warming up to eachother.

I'm gonna leave it here. I've got some roommate!reader dropping over the next few days, so you're not all caught up if you've read all the tagged stories.

[roseonne]

in your favor

Ran's always been the more favored Haitani. Or so Rindou thinks.

first offering for the tr fandom ! ( ao3 link )

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Rindou's down.

Back flat on the ground, limbs unironically feeling numb and limp from all the kicks he's thrown and punches he's blocked, chest heaving heavily up and down as every ragged breath from his strained lungs becomes yet another, more alarming battle for his own existence that he must desperately prevail over.

But, goddamn it.

He's losing this fight, too.

"RINDOU!"

The familiar voice of his annoying older brother rings frantically in his ears. Despite already struggling so much to keep his mere consciousness intact, Rindou still manages a weak click of his tongue in disbelief.

"Too loud... Big bro."

"Shut it, Rindou!" Ran snaps as he appears by his brother's side in an instant, hastily sliding a gloved hand underneath his bleeding head and propping him onto his arm

Having now held his precious younger sibling close to his chest, Ran finally notices the number of cuts, size of the bruises, and depth of the wounds scarring almost every part of his body. All of which have been freshly inflicted, making Rindou's injuries perhaps a dozen times more fatal.

"We need to get you to a hospital. Quick!"

Rindou, meanwhile, has to squeeze his eyes shut for a solid minute (or two). His visionーwithout his glassesーisn't any good to begin with, so the sudden movement and shifting of his position sent his mind spinning into a deep, heavy spiral. Unfortunately, the moment he blinks his eyes open, he meets Ran's gaze locked onto him.

Great. Now he gets to have all the credit of saving the day for himself.

Rindou's had enough of this vicious, never-ending cycle.

Especially when it should've been him. It should've been the name of Rindou Haitani who the spotlight shines brightly upon.

Since it had always been him setting the tempo and dictating the outcome of the fights he and his brother got themselves into back in the day. Locking his enemies' joints and breaking them is his specialty; and that specialty is what earned him the title of one of the charismatic kings of Roppongi.

What remains of the job is to deal the finishing blows. Evidently, here is where Ran's sole duty starts, and ends.

"Rindou."

He flinches at the sound of his name.

"Keep it together, you idiot."

In hopes of repressing his growing irritation at the constant yapping in his ears, he forces his free hand into a feeble fist.

"RINDOU!"

But the switch has been ticked.

"I FUCKING KNOWーURGH!"

And with every word from his busted lips, more of his warm, Haitani blood comes splattering forth, tainting not only his uniform, but also his pride as a promising top delinquent.

...Shit.

It's all Ran's fault.

He wouldn't be lying so humiliatingly on the ground right now if his brother had not dragged him out of their flat earlier that day. He wouldn't be in this current state of a mess if only he had the guts to go against him once and for all. He would never have had his entire life on the line if he just wasn't his brother's younger brother.

At least, that's what Rindou thought he'd feel.

For even if Ran seems to be the more favored Haitani...

Rindou can't bring himself to hate him.

Ran is his family. The only one he's ever known, and the only one he'll forever be stuck with. They've been at each other's throats, yet also got each other's backs for as long as he can remember. And, although he hates admitting it, he won't have his life any other way.

So when the opportunity to 'protect family' presented itself to him, Rindou willingly jumped toward it; and his reward for such a chivalrous display of what normal people of normal families call 'love', is a lone, stray bullet straight into somewhere between his stomach and lower left rib. He's had his right palm pressed onto that area of his body this whole time; but the bleeding hasn't stopped. Even though Ran also has his own hand already placed on top of his.

"You're so stupid, Rindou! We both know you could've easily dodged that," Ran hisses, tone stern with fear, and white, blood-stained gloves unable to conceal the trembling of his fingers.

Turning his head over to the side, Rindou spits even more blood out of him and replies, "but I chose not to." 

"And that's what pisses me off!" Ran remarks in utmost frustration, gritting his teeth. "What has gotten into you, man!?"

Rindou smells the sweet scent of provocation and decides the luxury of a playful tease is worth every ounce of strength left in him. "Heh~ Seeing you all worked up isn't like you at all, big bro."

"Of course it isn't!" Ran hysterically agrees. "Damn it, Rindou, you know I can't lose you!"

The little sibling is taken slightly aback, but chooses once more to feign ignorance for the time being. "Why not? You've always been the more favored one between us, anyway."

With a small roll of his eyes, he adds, "so you can do anything you want now."

Grabbing him by the chin, Ran forces Rindou to set his pair of purple eyes back at him. "What the hell are you going on about!? The Haitani brothers wouldn't be the Haitani brothers anymore without either of us, you know!!"

Rindou must have gone mad. Truly mad. This could possibly be the first that Ran has ever spoken of his feelings out loud. Feelings of concern, regret, and despair for no other person but him. (Would be nice if he does this more often, though.)

"And besides," the expression on the older sibling's face softens drastically as he tries to repress an overflow of emotions threatening to stream down his cheeks from both his eye sockets. "I favor you more than anything in this shitty world, my li'l bro."

"Heh~"

Rindou flashes a closed-eye smile. He seems to have lost the pain his body's covered all over with, and his vision's becoming a bit too static for his liking; but there's no way he's letting Ran find out. This moment's way too beautiful to ruin. The least he could do to return the cheesy-ass sentiment...

"Then... I'm glad."

The skies above have turned a deep gray. Big, thick clouds that carry multiple streaks of lightning begin filling the endless expanse with a burst of various colors, one after another. It's only a matter of time before the rain finally pours. Too bad Rindou doesn't have much of that left to witness it.

"Thanks, big bro."

...Is the last he heard from himself, before all else belonging to his world inevitably succumbs into an uncharted, pitch black darkness.

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Rindou's up.

He pushes for his consciousness to awaken, forcibly prying his eyelids open despite the undeniable heaviness of slumber and lethargy weighing them down. Blinking once. Twice. And squeezing his eyes closed one, last time, a yawn worth a full night's sleep escapes freely from his o-shaped mouth.

A shit-ton of things seem to puzzle him all of a sudden, but one thing's for sureーpressing his fingertips across the area where his lower left ribs areーhe's proven his existence. At the very least, he's made himself certain that he, Rindou Haitani, graciously is still alive.

Oh, thank god...

Having been sprawled on the sofa for god-knows-how-long, with a languid arm over his forehead and a leg hooked above its backrest, Rindou recalls summoning a couple of guys over for drinks. But judging by the lack of sunlight entering the room through the slightly parted curtains draping the windows, and cases upon cases of empty beer bottles scattered around the floor, the fun must have ended quite some time ago.

"But what a weird-ass dream that was..." Rindou's mind jumps back to replay bits of the terrifying scene he witnessed only a mere several moments ago.

Well, it's more like a nightmare, if he must say so himself. Although he's had similar ones recurring every now and then, that recent horror truly feels the clearest, realest, and most alarming of all.

. . .

Nah, that shit ain't happening.

He tosses himself to his other side, wanting to get up at last, stretch his aching muscles, and soothe his nerves and worries away. But doing so too abruptly turns out to be an extremely bad idea, for a splitting headache smacks him wide awake the very moment he attempts to properly sit upright.

"Ow..."

The evident struggle to remain seated and steady not long later sends him completely falling off of the sofa with a loud thud. Landing on his lower back, Rindou lets out a painful grunt.

Shit!

In haste, he covers his mouth with his own hand to suppress any and all possible further outbursts. Verbally and physically.

I can't let this wake big bro!

"Rindou?"

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall make itself known.

Ran shows up in an instant, head peeking out from behind the sofa, a brow raised high in wonder. "You okay? What happened?"

"Big bro," Rindou says almost absent-mindedly, a little shaken at the series of misfortunes coming upon him at once. "You're up early."

Ran glances at the old wall clock hanging in the middle of the room.

5:26 P.M.

"Hm... I guess I am."

Although the time signals the conclusion of sunset, the arrival of nightfall is truly when the Haitani brothers kickstart yet another brand new day (or night) of nothing but pure delinquency, chaos, and style.

Granted that, both of them are in good shape to drag their asses out of their humble abode.

Ran tilts his head a little over towards one side, a pair of squinting purple eyes meticulously examining his younger brother from head to toe; much to Rindou's displeasure.

"You seem to be in a lot of pain," Ran observes. "Another hangover, perhaps?"

Rindou clicks his tongue bitterly, and Ran's older brother instincts immediately pop off. Snapping his fingers in affirmation, he then makes his way to the kitchen.

"Knew it before I even saw you all over the place." Ran sets a glass of water down on the tabletop. "Here, to sober you up."

"You don't have to keep treating me like a child, big bro." Rindou rolls his eyes, despite already seeing the world around him swirl uncomfortably in every direction. "I can take care of myself."

He wishes to reclaim his spot on the sofa, one hand firmly grasping the armrest, and the other on the center table for support. A big, bold attempt to stand is all it takes for him to lose his footing once more and stumble disgracefully backwards. Thank goodness the older brother manages to pull him up on time, and return him to his beloved seat.

"Not a kid anymore, huh?" Ran scoffs, dropping as well onto the sofa, and occupying the space right beside his younger brother. "Geez, this is why I told you not to bring strangers in here, Rindou."

Rindou presses his thumb and middle fingers to his temples in hopes of somehow easing the pounding in his head. "I wouldn't even have anyone come over if only you wake up on time for once to drink with me, big bro!"

"Uhm..." Ran sighs, "8:00 A.M. doesn't sound like the time for beer and alcohol, though?"

This conversation isn't going anywhere and is rather more so worsening Rindou's condition. If he could only take his big bro down in one shot, he would've been done by now. Too bad he's physically incapable of executing such a tempting deed at the moment.

It's... just all the same as ever. Ran acting all high and mighty when he fucks up. Doesn't he ever realize he's never had the right to say anything, as he himself is a walking streak of problems too?

"You can lean on my shoulder if you want," Ran offers from out of the blue.

"WHAT!?" Rindou yelps, quickly scooting a good few inches away from him. "Nuh-uh, no way!"

"Why not? Here, don't be shy now."

The kind of torture Rindou Haitani's been enduring since his rise from his ungodly slumber is beyond what he imagined is possible, and beyond what he can normally tolerate. Being unable to go against his brother's will, Ran is able to successfully prop Rindou's head onto his shoulder, as he so pleases.

The so-called nightmare he experienced earlier? Might have to take that back as an insult, for what he's facing now seems like a much more horrifying encounter.

"Hey, Rindou?" Ran asks, holding the glass he earlier filled up with water close to his brother's lips.

Rindou groans remorsefully, in between his small sips. "What now?"

"Don't leave me alone, yeah?"

"Huh?" The little brother is taken aback, almost spouting out his drink. "The hell's this coming from, big bro?"

"Hm... Dunno."

"Heh~ And you're telling me I'm drunk? Look who might've gotten a couple drinks himself."

"I guess I did have a few." Ran looks up, scratching his temple in thought. "Seriously though, don't leave, okay? I'd be really sad if you do."

"Stupid, big bro." Rindou turns his head away, the pain magically subsiding little by little, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a smile he cannot seem to hide any longer. "I ain't going anywhere without ya."

"Promise?"

"Gross. But, oh well. If it'll make you shut up then sure."

Ran lets out a laugh so full of relief and carefree, one might have mistaken him worthy of replacing the sun at day, the moon at night, and the millions of stars at twilight.

"Thanks, Rindou."

Of course you won't want me to leave, the younger brother prides to himself internally, I'm what you favor more than anything in this shitty world. Right, big bro?

As Ran gently combs his hair, detangling the knots in them with his fingers, Rindou can't help but share the exact same sentiment. 

[chimkin-samich]

Hi, first off I wanted to say that I have just recently found your comics on YouTube and they are amazing. They are awesome and I’m so glad that I found the Tumbler page because I could honestly not get enough of Sun, Moon, and Tari ( she is now one of the best characters in existence and you can’t change my mind ).

Anyways I had I question and I don’t know if you been asked this already so sorry in advance. But do we know how Tari meet Sun and Moon? I’m really curious about that and was wondering if there was a comic or story I have not found yet. I hope your having a great day and can’t wait to see what is next.😊

I’m so glad you love our stuff! Especially Tari!

Tari is ferals self-insert (Feral and Tari are one in the same) so I’m always happy to know others enjoy her

And we do have a comic! Not very fleshed out it was a bit of a crack comic of sorts but it is how they meet, with Sun basically jump scaring her, you can click the link here for it!

Moon attempts to scare her during nap time but she just thinks he looks hilarious before the two banter back and forth and come to a mutual truce over their mutual dislike over Monty lol, they do start getting along verrrryyy slowly from there but she has to metaphorically spray him with a bottle to keep him in check from time to time at least until he allows himself to enjoy being around her more often than not

[artemisthemooner]

Left Behind // Chapter 4: Plotting

Chapter 3

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CW: Fae AU!Johnny MacTavish x GN!Reader, Fae!Gaz x OC (Name: Evie), cursing, horrible Scottish accent and slang written by an American who is really bad at writing accents (but continues to try), arguing, Fae being Fae, Definitely some plot holes

Summary: In the continuation of Chapter 3, Johnny and Gaz talk some more about what Johnny is supposed to do about the reader. Johnny has the idea to ask Evie about them and while Gaz is reluctant to do so for his own reasons, he does it. In doing so, they end up setting up a meeting with Evie and the reader. But first, they decide to regroup and come up with a plan to get the reader in Johnny's clutches.

Author's Note: Hey look at me I finally figured out how to do the naming link thingy! Cool! I figured it might be a good time to maybe post another chapter cause I've lowkey got writer's block and that sucks and I hate it but ehhhhhhhhh lol. While I'm at it I might make a masterlist once I figure out more on how to do that. As always, this is loosely inspired by Peachsofteal's Which Witch fanfic (highly recommend it tbh)

Word Count: 4036

Gaz squinted at him, his lips pursed into another deep frown. He blinked, sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, “What the hell are you blathering on about now, mate?”

Johnny loathed having to explain himself. He let loose a huff of warm air into the autumn air surrounding them, “If my…wee issue is dealt with before The Captain can find out, then ah’m in the clear.” He tucked his hands into his pockets, “There’ll be nae need to worry.”

“Uh-huh.” He began carefully, “And how do you suggest we go about doing that exactly?” He rested his weight on one arm, laying his other arm across his stomach.

“Tae be honest, Ah’m not sure yet.” He grumbled, deep in thought now that the question had been posed. He knew one thing for sure, “Whatever we do, The Captain cannae find out.”

“Obviously, yeah.” His friend affirmed, gesturing half-heartedly with his hand in the air.

Johnny jumped to his feet, pacing back and forth on the grass, a million thoughts running through his head. He had to get out of this, somehow, without anyone knowing. Amongst his kin, a secret was one of the more valuable things to know about someone. A secret as big as his was surely going to be very sought after. 

Gaz watched him with a very careful eye, regarding him with the same judgement one might regard a feral wild dog.

He figured that assessment was rather accurate. He looked to his cohort, regrettably pleading with him, “Any smart ideas?”

He frowned in thought, “For what exactly? Fixing your little issue or hiding it from The Captain? Cause you and I both know how difficult either of those will be.”

“How about both.” He ran his hands through the shaved sides of his hair. It was odd for him to feel so unsure of himself. He was usually the one with all the ideas. The whole thing of a human having any sort of power over him was messing with his head. He couldn’t think. All he could think about was his desperate need to find you, his little human. There were no big plans behind it. Just one stream of unconscious thoughts.

FindThemFindThemFindThemFindThem

Over and over again. He couldn’t spend another mortal year like…this. Frazzled and desperate beyond repair.

Ghost, at the very least, being ever observant, would notice how strangely he had been acting. He would figure it out. He would tell The Captain. No doubt about it. 

He had to find you soon. Like, within the next week, soon. He could go no longer being in the power of anyone else but him. He had to find you, even if it killed him in the end. 

Gaz spoke, “Keeping all of this shit from The Captain won’t be easy, you know. But it’ll certainly go along much smoother finding your mortal, even if we have to get Evie to help us.”

Johnny snapped his fingers, “That’s right! We have yer sweet pet to help us now. Ye said they were friends, didn’t ye?”

“I did…”

“Then why dinnae ye call ‘em up, we’ll charm ‘em into giving us an address and-”

“No. Not happening.” Gaz shot him down, vehemently shaking his head.

Why did Johnny feel like they’d had this conversation before?

Oh, that’s right.

They had.

“Why the hell not?” He shot back, snotty as ever, “Aren’t they our best shot? Shouldn’t we use them?”

“Well, yeah, but they’re annoying. If I call them up now, I’ll have to spend the entire day with them and it’ll be a whole thing that I just do not want to deal with.” He groaned when he thought about it, flopping back onto the ground.

Johnny almost went for his throat again. This was serious and the only confidante he had was thinking about how annoying his newest pet was, as if all humans weren’t. He threw up his hands, “Does it look like Ah care, mate? This is my life we’re talkin’ about!” He stomped all around, “So, get off yer arse and call them up already!” He demanded.

Gaz grumbled, but ultimately fished his phone from his pocket like a good friend would. Under Johnny’s watchful eye, he typed out a message in response to the bombardment of ones his pet had already left for him to read. Classic human right there.

Oftentimes, humans under Fae power, especially those who had undergone a glamour spell, would develop an unsustainable attachment to their Fae master. He had seen it happen plenty of times. He had been the cause of it plenty of times as well. 

Whether it happened because of the Fae’s own charm or because of an overuse of glamour, it was a typical side-effect, well-known to happen amongst the Fae. The only cure for it was to let the affected mortal go free, but even then, they would just seek out another Fae to become dependent on. It was a vicious cycle that only got worse and worse the longer it went on.

If it was happening to Gaz’s new pet like Johnny suspected it was, Gaz certainly wouldn’t be displeased to find out he had to let them go to find another Master. Now with how he seemed to dislike them after all.

Speaking of, Gaz huffed again, tossing his phone to the side, “Alright, they’ve agreed to meet us. They want to know if seven tomorrow will work and if it’s okay if they bring a friend with them.”

Johnny’s head snapped in his direction, “Wait, seriously? Ah expected that tae be a bit harder tae accomplish.” 

“So did I. Maybe it’s a trick.” He suggested.

The two of them immediately burst into boisterous laughter. How stupid of a suggestion to make, and they both knew it. Mortals could never purposefully trick them. It was always an accident on account of an unfocused Fae. It would never happen normally. No human could ever be smart enough for that. Not even the ones with the highest IQ were immune to the charm of the Fae. That was something Johnny had seen first-hand.

The two of them laughed for a good long while, scaring nearby passerbys and birds that had reclustered together in the treetops. 

When they stopped, Johnny nudged Gaz in the ribs, “That’s a funny joke, mate. Yer a real bampot.”

“Sorry, couldn’t help myself.” He chuckled a little more, sighing wistfully. After a moment of thought, he turned to face him, “So.”

Johnny tossed him a side-eye, “This again? So, what?”

“How exactly are you going to convince your mortal to go with you? Wouldn’t they know how much power they hold over you?”

He hadn’t thought of that. How was he going to accomplish this? He thought about it for a moment longer, then came to a final idea, “Easy. The memories of these more modern mortals aren’t as good as ours. They’re bound not to remember me one bit.”

“Okay? And then what?”

“Ah’ll present myself as a lowly human, jus’ like them, so that they’ll trust me. Then-”

“Won’t work.” Gaz interrupted before he could get the full thought out into the air.

Johnny shot him a look of annoyance, “Why not?”

“I got the feeling they knew I was a Fae. They weren’t like other humans who might not know any better. They might automatically assume any friend of mine will be like me. A Fae.” 

“Ah’m sure they wouldnae have that much of an issue with us.”

“Didn’t they run from you the first time you met?”

“That was different. They willnae run this time.” Johnny waved him off, albeit his eyebrows creasing together with worry. He would never admit it, but he did have the slightest hesitancy about them remembering him or not trusting him right off the bat.

Gaz rolled his eyes, “Well, it isn’t exactly conducive to having a fantastic opinion about us, now is it?”

He hated having to admit when Gaz had a good point. A very good point in fact. They had run from him. That was truly not a good sign. Not if he had ever seen one. You probably did not trust any of their kind. He groaned, “Alright, ye bawbag, ye’re right. There may or may not be a good chance they dinnae like the Fae.” He huffed under his breath, tossing his head back to stare up at the bright blue sky, “Fine. Do ye have any ideas ye’d like to share, since ye seem to enjoy poking plenty of holes in mine?”

“Why don’t we ask Evie for their number? Mortals are almost always on their devices nowadays, they can’t seem to live without them.” Gaz crossed his arms, “Besides, it allows for a sense of anonymity. Quite a perfect thing for two Fae setting a trap.” 

Johnny pondered over it for a moment. Then pondered it some more. He let it simmer, then nodded, “Alright, Ah guess ye aren’t really a bawbag. Do it.” He watched over his friend’s shoulder as he typed out a short message, again in response to a much longer series of messages from his very clingy pet. 

His message about a number had been answered and then some. 10 messages came in where there should’ve only been a need for 1, maybe 2, at the max. 

He honestly wondered how many interactions this mortal had had with the Fae and how much glamour had been used to cause this level of dependency. Then again, Johnny guessed that could’ve just been the human themself. Eitherway, he could feel the irritancy radiating off of Gaz in waves. 

His friend shoved his phone into his hand, “Here. Their number. Put it in and enjoy.” He gestured to the string of numbers he recognized as a mortal phone number, highlighted amongst the tens of messages left in the chat.

He carefully typed in each number, putting it in a new contact he had so lovingly labelled ‘Mortal’.

A new message appeared on Gaz’s phone, coming in from Evie. He nudged him in the shoulder, “Hey, yer pet texted ye.”

“What now?”

“Looks like it’s an address. Maybe they want ye to meet them somewhere. Break it off or what have ye.”

Gaz side-eyed him, a mimic of his own expression, “Nah. They’re definitely sending it for a different reason.” He grabbed the phone back and looked at the message. He was already typing out another one.

“Not like Ah have any clue. Not my pet after all.” He shot him a very purposefully judgemental look, making sure it was scathing.

Gaz rolled his eyes and checked whatever new message had just come in for him. He hummed, “They say it’s their friend’s address. Didn’t I tell you how sweet they were?”

“And if ah remember correctly, ye also just said they were annoying.” He mentioned in snarky return.

“I guess you don’t want to know where your mortal master lives then.”

He blinked, reaching for the phone insistently, not even caring how Gaz had referred to you, “Nae- Nae, ah do. Give it.” Gaz let him have it rather easily. He wasted no time in putting his newfound piece of important information. He honestly couldn’t believe they had gotten it without even asking. A miracle in and of itself. He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the sun, “Great courts Gaz, yer pet is just something, aren’t they? When ye first told me how ye got them, ah was sure ye were tugging on mah dick.” He couldn’t help how his boisterous laughter escaped with delight, “Glad tae ken ye were telling the truth.”

“Course I was. Not like we can exactly lie, now can we?” Gaz scoffed, snatching his phone back. He pocketed it before Johnny could see if any new messages had been sent.

He shrugged and used one of the handy mortal tracking map apps to locate his target. A flat building it looked like. Drab place it was. Just a large box with a roof, painted one singular colour, windows set into the walls every couple of feet. It was just like the building that housed his own flat, the one he used when he had to stay amongst mortals for longer than usual. He wondered if there was anything else your mortal flat had in common with his. He honestly hoped the similarities were down to a small minimum. He didn’t need to share too much in common with a mortal.

Zooming out on the digital map, he checked the area surrounding your building, following the roads and streets around you. Only to find that you lived very close to the very cafe they had just seen you. 

Not the place he had originally met you.

No.

He may not know the mortal world very well, but he knew that much. How exactly had you ended up there in the first place? Who or what had you been looking for that landed you in Faerie, in that forest, in front of him, one mortal year ago?

He hummed, “Huh.” His tongue clicked on the roof of his mouth.

Gaz shot him a look, “What?” He asked, his eyebrows knitted together.

“Ah’m jus’..Ah’m surprised.” He stared at the address glaring back at him from his phone, zooming in on the photo of your building. He focused on every window he could find, wanting to know exactly which one was yours. 

His friend craned his neck up, trying to look over his shoulder at the image, “Nice place you’re looking at. Why so surprised?”

“It’s naewhere near the portal they came into Faerie through. Actually, it’s quite a few miles away. They live closer to the cafe where ye met ‘em.” He commented, flashing him the screen so he could see the place in even more detail.

“How is it that a mortal can go from one place to another? Surely that’s not possible.”

“As if ah ken anymore than ye do.” A wrinkle appeared in between his eyebrows.

Gaz sighed, “Just another thing for us to figure out. At least it won’t be hard to locate them now.”

“Aye. Nae way they can escape now tha’ ah ken where they live.” He grinned, sharp and presenting of his sharpened canines, “They’ll be in mah clutches very soon, that is fer sure.”

“How are you planning to do that? Find out their name? Trick them like they did you?” Gaz eyed him very carefully again, “I guess you could get them to eat some of our food and get them that way. You’ve got to have some sort of plan for this, right?”

“Ah’ll have tae trick them somehow. They were almost too kenning of my usual tactics. They avoided me at every single turn they could.”

“You might have to get them to break a rule of hospitality.” Gaz shrugged, as if expecting Johnny to understand every thought he had in his head, “It might be the only way.”

He frowned in confusion, “What in hell’s bells are ye talkin’ about, Gaz? How am ah supposed tae get them tae do that if they ken our rules?”

“I’m talking about our not so obvious rules. Y’know, don’t be rude. Don’t lie. Don’t hide your face..” He gestured flippantly with his hands. 

Johnny hummed and crossed his arms on his chest, thinking about it for once. He tapped his foot on a dead leaf under his shoe, “Alright…Aye, that might jus’ work. It’s nae like a mortal could ken every single rule of ours. It would take years to manage that. They dinnae live that long.” He nodded, more to himself than anyone else, realising something at the same time, “And they were wearing a mask when ah met ‘em. A gilded one, only co’ered their eyes.” He mentioned, like it was an off-hand fact about someone’s favourite colour. It wasn’t like he had realised it at the time either, at least not until he had found the mask in question. It had been sitting just outside of a Faerie ring of mushrooms, resting on top of the same white cloak you had been wearing that night. It was as if you had taken them off and put them there yourself. But the cloak had been folded so neatly, he was sure you had not been the one to do it. You hadn’t meant to take it off. 

There was no doubt about that now that he knew what he knew. He knew you were searching for someone. You had to have found them and they had to have been the one to fold the cloak.

Nonetheless, still with the hope of finding you and the residual annoyance with being tethered, he had picked the mask and cloak from the grass. He had taken them home, hoping to use them to find you again. We all know how that ended up going.

“They were?” Gaz asked, his face screwed into pinched confusion, “You’d think that would’ve gotten them in your hands much easier right? What the hell happened?”

“Mmh.” Johnny made a short noise, “As if ah ken.”

Gaz was right, of course. If only he had realised you were wearing a mask in the first place, your situations would be switched. He wouldn’t be caught up in needing to hunt you down over some misplaced tethers. No, if he had realised, you would be in the Fae realm, feeding him grapes and ambrosia wine. There would be no need for a hunt like this. There would be no need for any of it. Johnny could never admit how right Gaz was though. Bad enough he knew about the tethers embedded within him in the first place.

“What?” His friend asked.

Johnny faked a frown, “Hm? Oh,” He cut himself short, already feeling how his tongue burned with the lie he had almost told. He grumbled under his breath against the pain, then sighed and admitted his defeat, “Yer right, ye bastart. Unfortunately…”

“Course I am.” He grinned, pleased with himself, “How did they even slip past you if they were wearing a mask? Isn’t that a pretty obvious thing to have on your face? How the hell did you not notice that sort of thing?”

“Ah think ah was tae busy tryin’ to get mahself untethered.” Johnny snapped back a response, shooting him a scathing glare.

Gaz rolled his eyes, “Sod off, you know what I meant. Even when you’re at your angriest, you’re not unobservant. You’d notice if someone was standing five feet in front of you, wearing a mask. Just like I would. Just like Ghost would. Just like The Captain would. So what changed? Why couldn’t you see it?”

“Ye’re askin’ me, mate.” He grabbed at his face with his hands, dragging them down in distress, “Ah have nae bloody clue why ah didnae see it. Ah should’ve. Ah ken better than that.” Johnny lamented, utterly frustrated. Both with himself and with his situation. 

He was a very powerful Fae, albeit one of the younger ones in existence. It wasn’t as if he felt it mattered. He shouldn’t be the one in this situation. It was an unnatural circumstance. A mortal with any sort of control over a being of the Fae realm was just asking for trouble. It was trouble. It was entirely unheard of it to happen, and yet it had happened to him. All because of his own stupidity. If it wasn’t obvious, he hated this. No, the feeling that simmered deep down inside him went further than mere hatred. It was anger and desperation and fear, rolled into a ball that only grew bigger and bigger the longer this went on. This was loathing. This was detestation. He loathed this. He detested it.

“I don’t know. It makes no sense. You should have noticed it.” Gaz shook his head, “Maybe they cast a spell on you? Made you more stupid than usual?” He cracked a quite obvious joke, a casual smirk on his face.

Johnny glared at him, his nose scrunched up in annoyance. However, the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Maybe a magic spell was the reason behind his recent bout of being unobservant. He had worked with quite a few witches in his time, and he had always found them the rather vengeful type. It would indeed be under a witch’s purview to go searching through the Fae world for someone dear to them. It would also be under a witch’s purview to seek out power, especially power held over a Fae. If you were a witch, it would make more sense than if you were a mere mortal. He nodded, his expression smoothing, “Actually, ye might just be right.”

“Well, that’d be impressive if I was being serious, but alas, I was just joking.” He shrugged, laughing a bit, “What makes you think that anyways?”

“It would make sense, wouldn’t it? They kenned a suspicious amount about our rules…They kenned how to get in, and where…Hell’s bells, how else would ye explain me ending up in their hold? What else could they be but a witch?”

Johnny knew how absolutely bonkers he sounded, but he didn’t care. He just knew that you were a witch. You had to be. Even if you didn’t radiate witchly power like most did, you had to be. He was convinced of it.

“I guess so, but didn’t you say they were just a mortal? Like, definitively?” Gaz frowned, “How can they be both mortal and witch?”

“Ah dinnae ken yet, but ah will find out. Ah’ll make sure of it.” He pressed his fist into the palm of his hand, promising it both to himself and to you.

Gaz sighed in defeat, “Just another thing to be added to the list of things we need to look into.” His lips pursed as he leaned back. A pair of girls across the park caught their attention. Gaz waved playfully to the two of them and they returned the gesture with pink blushes, then they scurried off down the park’s concrete path. He chuckled at their reaction, “Mortals are so easy to play with.” He smiled. Johnny watched as the angles of his friend’s face grew sharper as he thought about it.

He grinned too, also enjoying the classic mortal reaction to them. No matter how long they lived, it never quite got old when they charmed mortals into complete shyness. They often had different reactions too, all dependent on the uniqueness of the mortal.

Of course, his thoughts returned to you. Most mortals would’ve been overjoyed to know they captured a Fae. Not you, however. 

No, you ran from him, like a scared little bug. Quite the proper reaction, he liked to think. Too few on the mortal place cowered in their presence anymore.

While he had enjoyed how you ran and hid from him at the time, he was now just frustrated with it. How dare you hide from him?

“I suppose we should go then.” Gaz got to his feet, wiping the dust from the ground off of the material of his jeans.

“Why?”

“You want to catch your mortal, yeah?”

“Duh, o’course ah do.”

“Then we need to come up with a plan for it. Something to outsmart them like they did you. To accomplish that, we need to research.” Gaz explained, trailing off as if expecting Johnny to finish his thoughts for him.

Johnny just stared at him, expecting him to continue on.

He did not,

He rolled his eyes, “Let’s jus’ go. We’ll figure it out when we get there.”

The two of them made their way deep into the forest, returning to their own thoughts and ideas on what to do about everything that had happened. They walked until they found one of plenty existing Faerie rings that cropped up. They stepped inside. 

To an innocent bystander, two men had disappeared within the blink of an eye. They were no longer in the mortal world.

To Johnny and Gaz, they were home, and they had plenty of work for them to do.