#the waiting time but might be a bit long so only secure a spot if you don't mind it 😭

[beenbaanbuun]

blood w/ poly!ateez

so i feel so sane about this… definitely no evil thoughts filling up my brain right now. none whatsoever :)

i want to write so much more about this universe and i’m literally sending the biggest kiss ever to @ateez-main-yapper to requesting this because i will be thinking about this for the rest of my life!

words - idk

genre - smut, horror (there’s a bit of gore i guess)

warnings - vampire!ateez, mafia!ateez, human!reader, smuggler!reader, blood, scarification, collars, ownership, blood, surgery mentions, nicknames (little mouse, princess, sweetheart), dancer!yeosang, security guard!mingi, ripper!doctor!yunho, mommy!seonghwa (don’t look at me like that, i had to), hand kink (mentioned), no actual sex but it’s talked about a lot, hair pulling, i think that’s all??

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the scent of stale blood haunts the hallway you find yourself walking down, clinging to the back of your throat until yourself gagging on it. no matter how many times you find yourself down here, it never gets any easier to cope with; even a slaughterhouse would be more pleasant than this.

it begs the question why you’re back. by now, you’ve bled them of enough money to never have to work again, so it’s certainly not the pay. the job itself is harder than most, and not at all rewarding when you have to lie and cheat your way into success. there’s no doubt that the stress of hiding a smuggling operation behind the guise of a blood donation clinic has taken a good 20 years of your life from you. you can guarantee that job satisfaction isn’t what’s keeping you here either.

it’s only when you turn a corner and your eyes land upon them that you remember exactly why you’re still so willing to walk these halls. it isn’t something keeping you here but rather someone; multiple someones, in fact.

“mingi!” your footsteps quicken as you get closer the security guard that stands waiting outside of a heavy metal door. despite the fact that you’ve been on the other side of it multiple times, it still sends a shiver of curiosity down your spine. it’s not an anxious curiosity as it was when you first landed yourself in this position, but more of a morbid one. you know the horrors that lie behind it, you’ve experienced a few of them too, yet you still yearn to see more. “long time no see,” you offer a polite smile once you’re close enough to lower your volume from a shout, “san told me hongjoong had assigned you to pest control. is it not going well?”

mingi gives you a slow blink, his jaw set in stone and his eyes steely as he stares you down. he’s always looked far more intimidating than he actually is, although you suppose it serves to his benefit when his main job it scaring away anyone who might wish to disturb the peace. you’re only grateful to have had the chance to see behind the mask he wears; to watch his eyes melt and his lips part in the wonky grin he gets so little time to wear.

“you’ve not seen me in months and the first thing you ask me is about my demotion back to security?” he quirks a brow at you and you have to bite back your grin. in truth, you’d heard all about it from seonghwa over the past few weeks, your main contact within the clan more than happy to share life details with you as though you’re a lifelong friend rather than a mere employee. their favourite employee, sure, but still at the bottom of the pecking order.

“i just wanted to know more,” you lift your arms in defence, not missing the way his eyes flicker to the bandage on your left forearm, “like you said, it’s been a while.”

mingi hums in agreement as he examines the clean cloth. a long finger reaches out to trace the spot where the fabric meets your skin, the touch lingering and soft. it’s more the real mingi than it is the security guard mingi; it warms your heart to see.

“when did this happen?” he whispers, voice barely above a whisper.

“about two weeks ago,” you i pull your wrist back, letting mingi’s hand drop back down to his side, “hongjoong wanted to approach me about it, but i didn’t take much convincing,” actually, it was you who approached him but for some reason that’s much harder to admit, “you guys are much… kinder to me than the other clans i supply, well, supplied to. it was a no brainer to ditch them when given the chance.”

“so you’re ours?” he asks, voice dipping a little too low for the question to be purely innocent.

“i’m mine,” you confirm, “what i supply, however, is all yours.”

there’s a smirk on his lips, not as easily defeated by your sense of self worth as you’d like him to be. he knows as well as the rest of them what the mark on your arm means, after all. he knows as well as you do that there’s no getting away from them now. the moment yunho took his sweet, sadistic time carving their mark into your body it wasn’t just your business that belonged to them.

“sure you are, little mouse,” he whispers as he leans in close, his icy breath fluttering against your face. your stomach drops but you choose to ignore it. this was your decision, after all, “now, scurry along; you wouldn’t want to keep anyone waiting, would you?”

with the flip of a switch, the metal door clicks open and your immediately met with a blast of cool air and a wall of sound. you’ll never understand the clan’s need for these constant frivolities, especially when you’re on the other side of this getting your hands dirty, but you suppose it is a good way to hide their more secretive operations. no one is going to notice the door in the corner when there’s so much going on out here, right? it’s an extra layer of security, and a darn good one at that.

when you step inside, the door clicks shut behind you and you immediately get to scanning the crowd of partygoers for a familiar face. amongst the hoard of vampires, they’re harder to spot, their ashy skin and red eyes sticking out a lot less than they would next to a human. instead you look for a familiar hair colour, recalling the angry text you got from seonghwa about the den’s main bathroom turning pink with hongjoong’s hairdye. nothing sticks out at you, though, and so you’re back at square one.

your arms stretch out before you as you go to push through the crowd. it’s moments like this that you’re glad for the metal, almost collar-like band around your neck. yeosang had created it as a way to keep your pulse hidden from any less-well-meaning vampires. he’d insisted that the tag dangling from it with the clan’s emblem engraved was all hongjoong’s idea, but you recognise the same possessive glint in all of their eyes. it’s the same one yunho had given you when engraving that very emblem into your body, and the same one san had given to you when wrapping your bleeding arm up in a fluffy white bandage. yeosang is just like the rest of them, even behind his sweet exterior.

but right now he isn’t crafting some marvel of engineering out of metal scraps and a dream, but instead on the stage at the front of the room. it’s not often he’s up there instead of one of the others, but as you watch him elegantly dangle from a hoop that hangs from the ceiling, you find it hard to see why. he’s utterly ethereal, like a butterfly about to emerge from a chrysalis; one of those blue ones with the wings that seemed designed to capture your attention with their beauty. you’re entranced, much more so than the rest of the party-goers who seem to have grown blind to the creature moving elegantly before them.

his body moves not at all like a butterfly though, instead flowing smoothly like a viper along the branch of a tree. he extends his arms in such a way you’ve never seen before, silken and smooth as he reaches out to his audience. it pulls you in further, your feet shuffling as you push through the final layer of people to get to the stage. you stumble forwards, catching yourself on the edge of the raised platform. if he notices you there, he doesn’t show it; the stoic expression he wears remains steady as he gracefully shifts his body into yet another position.

you watch him like that until the end of his performance, unblinking with your lips parted in awe. even the way he tumbles to the floor and bows to an uninterested audience holds so much more grace than you think you will ever possess. to think that this is the man that spends half of his time smeared in motor oil with a puppy-like grin on his lips is strange, yet it feels so right.

“hello, little mouse,” he echoes the familiar nickname as he makes his way to the front of the stage, crouching down in front of you and running an all-too-confident finger along your jawline to your chin. he snaps your mouth shut in a way that is so far from the yeosang you know that part of you believes this must be his much cockier twin. “hongjoong is out tonight; some trouble on south side caught his attention so he wanted to clean up the mess before the police got there.”

“i’m meeting with seonghwa then?” you murmur, too starstruck for your mouth the form words properly.

yeosang shakes his head.

“seonghwa and san went with him,” the finger from your chin shifts down to the piece of jewellery that fits snug around your neck. his touch catches against the tag, the jingling sound reminding you of a bell on a cats collar. you try to ignore the smirk that rises to his face as sees you make the connection, instead shifting your gaze to the pendant around his neck that shares the same symbol. “yunho is busy with whatever sick shit gets him off, me and mingi are working which means…”

fuck.

“jongho and wooyoung.”

“clever mouse,” yeosang’s tone is venomous, despite his words being soft. clearly performing does something to his ego; inflates it until every sign of the sweet mechanic is hidden behind a thick shroud of confidence. it’s deliciously cruel, mirroring the sick sadism of yunho or the vast overconfidence of mingi, and holy fuck do you want a taste. perhaps later, once business is over.

if business is over.

“i wouldn’t worry too much about those two, though,” he continues, tugging on the tag of your collar—because despite your pride, even you have to admit that there’s no other way to describe it—until you’re face is merely inches from his own, “hongjoong promised yunho their balls if they can’t learn to control them. maybe you’ll finally be able to have a meeting with them before getting your pussy stuffed, hm?”

you feel yourself getting warmer, your face flushing as yeosang so blatantly talks about your track record with the pair of resident trouble makers. it’s not like you’ve let slip about all the times jongho’s had you sitting on his cock with your mouth wrapped around wooyoung’s the second you step into their office which means that they must have instead. it makes you wonder what they talk about whenever you’re not here, and how much each of them know about your less than professional escapades with each of them. it’s a troubling thought, and yet it’s still manages to light a fire deep in your belly.

“see you later, yeosang,” is the only thing you can mumble in response as you pull away from his touch, the tag of the collar bumping gently against your neck as it slips free of his fingers.

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“you told the others about fucking me?” you scoff as you barge your way into the office where the two youngest vampires await your arrival. it’s nice to see them here already, since they usually arrive far later than the agreed upon time. although, you suppose with the delays of mingi and yeosang, you’re also late on this occasion. you let the passive-aggressive comment about time keeping slide, knowing it won’t help you right now.

“hello to you too, mousy,” wooyoung hums from where he lays on the green sofa in the corner of the room, “it’s nice to see you again! we’re doing wonderfully, by the way; thanks for a—”

you let the door slam behind you as you storm your way towards him, completely ignoring the curious gaze of jongho.

“cut the shit, wooyoung,” you grab hold of his shirt collar and lean in close. it’s supposed to be intimidating but the wide grin on his lips lets you know otherwise. “you’ve all been talking about me when i’m not here? what the fuck, man!”

wooyoung chuckles in your face, his dangerous fangs glinting beneath the overhead lights. you know he’d never bite without your permission—people have been killed by hongjoong for much less—but it still sends a shiver through you whenever you see them.

“you’re not exactly discrete yourself, princess,” the office chair creaks as jongho stands, making his way around his desk and towards you. although you keep your gaze firmly on the little rat who still sits giggling to himself, you can’t help but be hyper aware of the presence behind you. a large hand traces its way up your spine, not stopping until you feel his fingers lace themselves with your locks and tug. your grip fall limply from wooyoung’s shirt as you’re hauled back into the soft muscle of jongho’s chest, your neck craned awkwardly over his shoulder to keep you in place. “what do you want us to say when san is asking about who’s cum he’s eaten from your pussy? do you want us to lie to them?”

you squirm, wincing when his grip on your hair doesn’t loosen despite your attempts to break free. they call you little mouse and right now, you really do feel the part—you walked right into a trap of which there’s no way out.

“maybe i should let you fuck me again just so i can watch when yunho rips your fucking balls off your body!” you grunt through gritted teeth.

jongho hums in amusement, “it was hyperbole, sweetheart,” a pair of cold lips meet the hot skin of your cheek for just a second before pulling away, the softness a stark contrast to the harsh grip he still has you in, “he doesn’t care how much we fuck you as long as we get the job done. after all, he’d be a hypocrite to complain about us fucking you when his dick is inside of you twice as often, hm?”

you watch with cautious eyes as wooyoung stands from his place on the sofa, grinning as wide as the cheshire cat. it reeks of danger, yet you’ve never been the type to give into that sort of thing. you’re a human working for a bunch of vampires; danger is just a regular part of your life at this point.

“besides, mousy,” the cheshire cat purrs, “you think we’re the only ones who talk? you don’t think we know just how much you love calling seonghwa mommy when you ride him? or how much you love it when yeosang spits in your mouth whenever he’s fucking you dumb?” wooyoung brings a hand to your cheek, dusting over your bottom lip with his thumb, “you’re ours, little mouse; we can talk if we want.”

[eldrtchmn]

Commission update 🖊️

I plan to start all the remaining b&w portraits this week, then reopen 3-4 slots with a late October/early November starting time

And like usual the slots will be available on my Ko-fi

[hybbart]

Day 1904: The spread of sculk is too much to just clean. After salvaging what they could, the ranch is taken down...

Bonus short story below.

Jimmy watched as the last of the house blazed in the twilight. Around the edges of the flames Pearl and Sausage marched, searching for anything flammable that might catch. It was the beginning of winter, and the constant rains had kept everything soaked, but they couldn’t risk it in the middle of the forest. Lizzie had stayed closer as well, securing the last of their belongings to take away in the morning. It was only a few metres down the driveway, but the ranchers couldn’t even get that far.

Tango let out a low growl. His grip on Jimmy’s sleeve tightened, pulling the thick fabric further over his eyes. Puffing up his feathers, Jimmy pulled his rancher closer into his side. Tango only stayed because of Jimmy, and because he couldn’t bring himself to leave the ranch behind. It was what he’d said yesterday, before the first burning. But he couldn’t watch. He could barely help them clear it out before the sledgehammers came in. Sparks flickered through his hair in lieu of tears in his eyes as he kept his face buried.

Jimmy, though… He was entranced. Every crack in the beams that cause a burst of sparks or shift in the wind that billowed the smoke in a new direction. The smoke made his eyes water, but none fell. Maybe he’d finally grown numb. Maybe it looked too different. There was a pile of flaming rubble where his home once was, his first home, but his chest only felt hollow. All that was left with a twitch in his wing, the desire to run and keep far away.

Pity in her eyes, Lizzie approached them from the trailer. Reins were pushed into Jimmy’s hand against his protest. “Take a horse and head back to my house before it gets dark.” She said.

“But-”

“No arguing.” Despite the firmness of her words her voice was low and sad. “You need to sleep in a real bed, Sausage is going to stay here tonight. The last of your things will be fine overnight with us.”

Even after years, Jimmy was never able to argue with Lizzie when she said something reasonable, and he’d given up trying. Jimmy glanced to Tango, who was still hiding from the world in Jimmy’s sleeve. A small tug on his hem was all he got in response. “We’ll be back in the morning with more water.” He assured. They rounded up Bullseye and began the long, quiet ride to Lizzie’s. 

By the time they arrived it was dark, the home illuminated from within the kitchen. Though half the house was cloaked in tarps to save unfinished work from the rain, they’d moved into the completed half already. A bit of smart planning on Scar and Joel’s part.

One of the kids must have spotted their lantern, as the door opened before the ranchers could get down from their horse. Tom came rushing up with Revy on his tail. He took Bullseye's reins from them and led him to the cow pen. It was more cramped than it should be, since the rain had flooded the rancher’s outer pastures. Revy whined and licked at Tango’s hand until he gave the dog a weak pat.

Joel shouted something after him before guiding the men inside. “We just started eating if you want to sit down.” He explained as he took Jimmy’s coat. One glance at Tango was enough to answer.

“I’ll grab some in a bit.” Jimmy tried to smile gratefully, but it came out as a grimace. Joel let them be with a nod, hand held out to the hall down which Sausage’s room awaited.

It was colourful, though the furniture was rudimentary, with a mattress stolen from Scar’s hospital. The bed so much smaller than they’d gotten used to, but Jimmy doubted it would matter for tonight. Norman and Flick waited on the windowsill, and Joel had already set up Jimmy’s breathing machine. It took some coaxing to get Tango to change out of his coveralls - which went into a plastic bag to be washed separate - and take off his arm. Even more coaxing was needed to get him to let go long enough for Jimmy to also change. When Jimmy turned back around the blazeborn had Revy wrapped up in his lap instead. The dog’s tail beat against the bed, happy to be held, but whining, nonetheless.

“Do you think you can eat?” Jimmy asked quietly. Tango didn’t respond. He grabbed only one bowl from the kitchen, unsure he could eat much either without it coming back up. Smoke still clung to their skin and hair, dragging them back to the ranch every time it filled their nostrils, but it was much too dark to run a hot bath. Still, Jimmy knew he had to eat something, even if it was in silence.

Tango migrated behind Jimmy at the end of the bed, tail wrapping around the avian’s waist. Its tuft flicking with agitation. Jimmy could feel the heat rolling off his rancher. “It’s not fair.” He rasped.

Jimmy’s wings flattened. “It was an old wood house. It would have had a mold problem eventually unless we rebuilt completely.”

“But why did it have to be sculk!” He snapped, tail sparkling in Jimmy’s lap. Jimmy tried to smooth it down, but it had little effect. “Why’d it have to make it here?”

There wasn’t an answer, not one Jimmy could provide. Maybe Doc or Zed could explain. It was probably in the well and washing into the surrounding water supply now. Would it be washed away? They should have listened to Grian’s worries back when Jimmy’s feathers had been infected somewhere. Or, maybe, back when they’d first found that infested corpse, they should have done something more. It didn’t matter now that their home was already gone. When nowhere felt safe.

His wings itched while his rancher bristled. Tango couldn’t cry, but he was made to fume. “Why aren’t you angry?”

“There’s no one to be angry at.” Jimmy shrugged. 

“The stupid sculk! The idiots who let it loose! The world!” The bed creaked as Tango kicked off it to pace the small room. Revy whimpered, shifting his nose into Jimmy’s lap. “It’s been half a decade. It was supposed to get better. We live out in the middle of nowhere. And the end of the world still found us! We build our own home and make our own food and do everything we can, and it still comes and finds us!” The blazeborn was consumed in his spiral. Flames burst like firecrackers along his tail, startling Flick when it whipped past the poor cat. 

“Tango…” Jimmy sighed, giving the man a miserable look. When he continued to pace, threatening to scorch their hosts’ possessions, Jimmy finally put a hand up in front to stop him.

A hiss escaped Tango, narrowed eyes glaring at the hand which proceeded to latch onto his shirt and drag him off course. Tango tried to shake it off, but Jimmy kept his hold. “It’s not fair that there’s nothing to fight back against.” He lamented, voice cracking. “I just have to sit here and hope tomorrow it doesn’t get in your wings, or start growing into Revy’s brain, or infest another basement! That it doesn’t get everywhere and take everything. At least the stupid zombie I can punch in the face!” By the end his voice was so shrill and watery Jimmy could barely understand it.

“Me and Revenge are okay. We’re right here.” Jimmy assured, pulling Tango back down beside him. 

It made something finally break. Tango curled into himself across Jimmy’s lap, heaving dryly. Talons raked gently through the blazeborn’s hair. Between sobs Tango mumbled incomprehensibly while Jimmy cooed to keep himself from crying as well. There were too many things roiling just beneath his impulse control. If he let one out, the rest would follow, he was sure. So, he focused on Tango. His rancher needed him.

“I don’t think we’d win if it was someone you had to fight, to be honest.” He whispered half-jokingly as the sobs died down.

Tango stilled, then slumped further into Jimmy’s chest. “I could at least try, instead of this.”

Jimmy hummed. Even if they could, Jimmy wasn’t so sure he would in the moment, and he knew Tango wasn’t all that dissimilar. Unlike Joel or the downtowners, their talent was for running and hiding. That wasn’t the point though, Jimmy knew, so he didn’t argue. “What do we do in the spring?” He asked instead.

“… I dunno.” Tango mulled, head tilted out to look at his thoughts. “It’s not safe to rebuild there.”

“Scar has most of the grain safe, and Lizzie has our animals. We could find another plot, there’s plenty around.” Though, most of them had been stripped of their valuable supplies and building materials over the years or rotted away from lack of care. But the land was still good, and they and Pearl didn’t need much room. 

Would Pearl stay with them? They’d lived with her much longer than without her – if the time before her arrival weren’t so chaotic, he might not recall so well what it was like without her – but she always seemed to keep her distance. A guest, even after she was given her own room. Having someone there to take care of things even when they couldn’t let them grow the ranch to almost thirty cattle, but without her...

That Lizzie’s family would have their own ranch soon was the only thing that calmed the nervous itch in his wings recently.

“We’d have to move closer.” Tango’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Huh?”

He was no longer curled up, though he hadn’t bothered to remove himself from Jimmy. There was that look in his eyes, where his brain was moving far too fast for Jimmy to keep up. At least it had occupied him with something other than the sculk and fire. “We can’t rebuild around the ranch, we won’t know how bad the infection around it is until next winter, and the water probably isn’t safe. If we rebuilt we’d have to move further west down the mountains towards the city, OR-” Tango raised his hand before Jimmy could protest. “We move closer to the hospital, somewhere around here, or maybe further into the interior on the other side.” 

Jimmy clamped up. They’d all had more than a few conversations about this, between them and the hospital, other settlements, and over the radio. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Keep spread out. Far enough that, if something happens, everyone else is safe, but close enough to reach neighbours relatively quick. Like a long chain snaking across the mountains. By now everyone had horses or bikes and access to the recap radio, and it helped them cover more resources. A farm needed land, anyways, especially to keep up with how many people there now were within the network. 

That thought seemed too much right now, though. He could feel the ash in his wings turning to lead. Losing the ranch didn’t just affect them. The cattle were saved but almost all their stores were gone, including two cows’ worth of beef that was to be sent out. It would take weeks, if not the whole season, to get things back in motion, in the months they were relied on most. Would people starve? Would the sculk spread from the ranch? It was a responsibility that seemed natural and seamless just weeks ago, but now felt suffocating.

“I’m not sure-” Jimmy finally replied. “I’m not sure I can rebuild the ranch right now.” Flashes of the burning rubble filled his mind, along with that numbness he’d felt. There was at least three months before they could begin, plenty of time to get over it. But right now… “I don’t even know if I want to.”

He expected perhaps a gasp or shouting from Tango. ‘We’re the ranchers!’ Maybe. But the blazeborn, to Jimmy’s surprise, nodded. Laughed, even. “We’ve been running one for years, why’s it feel impossible now?”

It was probably just nerves. Anxiety. In a few weeks it would wear away. But for now, Jimmy leaned his head against the top of Tango’s and entertained other things. “We could move back to the hospital.”

“That’d drive you insane, and Revy would kill Grian.” Tango chuckled. 

So would you, Jimmy thought. He was sure if Tango had to see more sculk every day he would lose it. “What about visiting Gem and Impulse then?” He suggested instead. “I heard they’ve been doing a lot of forestry. It might be good to learn from them. Or we could finally go to the coast.”

“We never did make it that far, did we?” Tango recalled. “… Why not both? Go back up the mountain and race back down until we hit the coast. Maybe find some more people outside the recap’s range and bring them in.”

“If they’ve survived this long then I doubt they’d want to move now.” 

“They might. Or maybe we can help extend the radio range for them.”

Jimmy smiled. “Maybe we should go east, instead. Find a ranch in the prairies. Be real cowboys.”

“Never been out there, even before all this.” Tango relaxed back against Jimmy, patting his leg for Revenge to come lay across. “You could stretch your wings.”

“That sounds nice.” He admitted with a sigh.

The pair continued to chatter, naming everything and everywhere. Making plans they’d likely never use. Anything to take their mind off the ranch. Just for one night.

[lila-lou]

✨His second exception - Pt. 12/?✨

Summary: The moment Ben found out you were pregnant was probably the happiest moment of his life. However, happiness proved fleeting. Now, he is faced with the aftermath of his shattered dreams. Of what is left of you, and what is left of him.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, teasing, kinda kinky, Language, fluff

Word Count: 7454

A/N: This is the sequel to “His only exeption” - and Part 12 of "His second exception".

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

It wasn’t until three weeks later, in the middle of the night, that Ben came home from another mission. Even though you didn’t like him going on missions, you knew it helped him stay less on edge.

You had just finally fallen asleep, having been pretty tired all day.

Ben tried his best to be quiet, even opting to shower in the guest bathroom to avoid waking you up. He knew how grumpy you could get when woken up unexpectedly. But as he walked into the dark bedroom, with only a towel around his waist, he stumbled against one of the three big moving boxes placed randomly in the middle of the room.

He cursed quietly, the sound just loud enough to stir you from your sleep. “What the fuck…”, he muttered under his breath, trying to regain his balance.

You groggily sat up, rubbing your eyes. “Ben? Is that you?”, you asked, your voice thick with sleep.

“Yeah, it’s me”, he replied, sounding a bit frustrated. “What’s with these fucking boxes in the middle of the room?”.

You yawned and stretched, blinking as you tried to wake up fully. “I’ve been sorting through some old stuff”, you explained. “I didn’t realize you’d be back so soon, or I would have moved them out of the way”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his grumpy and annoyed face as you turned on the soft bed lamp, casting a warm glow across the room. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn our bedroom into an obstacle course”, you teased, the amusement clear in your voice.

Ben grumbled good-naturedly, shaking his head as he moved around the boxes to reach you. “Next time, leave me a fucking map or something”, he said, his irritation melting away as he saw your sleepy smile.

You patted the spot next to you on the bed, and he dropped the towel before slipping under the covers. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close. The familiar warmth and scent of him brought an immediate sense of comfort and security.

“I missed you”, you murmured, resting your head against his chest. “How was the mission?”.

Ben sighed, his voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. “Too long”, he mumbled, his hands already moving to unbutton your silk pajama shirt. As he found your bare skin, he pressed his face between your breasts, seeking the comfort and closeness he had missed.

You chuckled tiredly, running your fingers through his hair. “Ben”, you murmured softly, a smile playing on your lips.

But he had no intention of stopping. “You’re already awake”, he said, his voice low and filled with a teasing edge. “Might as well make the most of it”.

Without waiting for a no—knowing full well it would come since you were quite tired—Ben’s lips closed around one of your nipples. He sucked gently at first, then bit down a bit harder, just enough to send a jolt of sensation through you. It was a calculated move, one he knew would rouse you more fully.

You gasped, your eyes widening as the sharp pleasure-pain combination made your heart race. “Ben”, you protested weakly, though you could feel your body responding, waking up to his touch.

He smirked against your skin, his tongue flicking out to soothe the slight sting. “See? Much more awake now”, he murmured, his hands moving to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.

Despite your initial protest, you couldn’t deny the growing heat between your legs. Ben’s hands and mouth worked their magic, his touch both commanding and tender. His lips traveled lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach.

You arched your back, your fingers tangling in his hair as he continued his journey downward. “Ben, please…”, you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of need and exhaustion.

He paused, looking up at you with dark, hungry eyes. “Please what?”, he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your thighs.

“Please… don’t stop”, you admitted, your voice barely more than a breath.

His grin widened, a triumphant glint in his eyes. “I wasn’t planning to”.

He took his time, savoring every inch of you as his lips continued their descent. His fingers maintained their gentle, teasing circles on your thighs, coaxing your legs apart. The anticipation built with each passing second, your breath coming in shallow, eager gasps.

His mouth finally reached your core, and he nuzzled you gently, inhaling your scent. “You’re always so responsive”, he murmured, his voice vibrating against your most sensitive spot. The sensation made you shiver.

With agonizing slowness, he began to tease you with his tongue, tracing light, featherlike patterns over your folds. You moaned softly, your hips instinctively arching towards him, seeking more of his touch. His hands tightened on your thighs, holding you firmly in place as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration.

“Ben…", you gasped, the need in your voice unmistakable.

He responded by pressing his tongue flat against you, dragging it from your entrance to your clit in a long, deliberate stroke. The sensation was electric, sending a surge of pleasure through your body. You moaned louder, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He circled your clit with his tongue, each movement precise and calculated to drive you wild. The intensity of his focus, the way he knew exactly what you needed, was almost overwhelming. You could feel the pressure building inside you, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Ben added his fingers to the mix. One slid inside you easily, curling upward to find that perfect spot. He moved slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his tongue, but gradually increased the pace, driving you higher and higher.

Ben continued his exquisite torture, his fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony to drive you to the brink of ecstasy. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, he suddenly pulled away, leaving you gasping and trembling with unfulfilled need.

You let out a frustrated whine, your eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and annoyance. “Ben”, you protested, your voice breathless. “Why did you stop?”.

He smirked, clearly enjoying your frustration. “Just reminding you how easily I can make you come”, he teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your inner thighs. “But only when I want to”.

You glared at him, your body aching for release. “You’re such a dick”, you shot back, though there was no real venom in your words.

Ben’s smirk widened at your frustration. “Oh, come on now”, he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Isn’t this fun for you too?”.

You let out a low growl, your body trembling with the need for release. “Ben”, you begged, your voice cracking with desperation.

He laughed softly, the sound both infuriating and intoxicating. “I love seeing you like this”, he murmured, his fingers ghosting over your heated skin, never quite giving you what you craved. “So needy, so desperate for me”.

You couldn’t take it anymore. With a burst of frustration and determination, you pushed against his chest, catching him off guard. He stumbled back, falling onto the mattress beside you, a look of surprise and amusement on his face.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, you climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning him down. “You want to tease?”, you challenged, your voice low and throaty. “Let’s see how you like it”.

Ben’s eyes darkened with desire, his hands instinctively moving to your hips. “Oh, I like this side of you”, he murmured, his voice filled with appreciation.

You smirked down at him, the rush of power intoxicating. “Do you now?”, you mocked. “Let’s see how much you like it when you’re the one begging”.

His eyes flashed with a mixture of amusement and challenge. But your words had struck a nerve, and you saw a flicker of something darker in his gaze. He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin with a force that made you gasp.

The pressure was almost painful, but you could see the struggle in his eyes as he tried to balance his strength and control. “Careful now”, he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re playing with fire”.

You leaned down, your breath hot against his ear. “I can handle the heat”, you whispered, your tone filled with confidence.

Ben’s grip tightened even more, and you felt the sharp bite of his fingers against your flesh. The pain mingled with pleasure, sending a shiver through your body. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the bruising of his massive ego battling with his desire to dominate.

“Is that so?”, he challenged, his voice rough.

With a sudden, forceful move, he flipped you onto your back, his body hovering over you. The change in position was so swift it left you breathless, and you found yourself pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress.

He stared down at you, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and lust. “You think you can handle this?”, he demanded, his voice a low growl.

With those words, Ben thrust inside you with a forceful motion, knocking the air out of your lungs. A sharp pain shot through you, mingling with the intense pleasure that followed. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as you tried to steady yourself.

“Ben”, you breathed, a mix of pain and arousal coloring your voice. Despite the initial discomfort, you couldn’t deny how hot it felt, the raw intensity of his need mirroring your own.

He smirked down at you, his eyes dark and intense. “Told you”, he growled, his hips pulling back before driving into you again with the same unrelenting force.

Your body arched beneath him, a cry escaping your lips. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that left you trembling. “Ben…please…”, you gasped, though whether you were begging for more or for mercy, you couldn’t be sure.

His grip on your hips tightened, his fingers leaving bruises you knew you’d feel later. “I’m not stopping”, he muttered, his voice rough and filled with determination. “Not until I’ve fucked that attitude out of you”.

You knew how to push his buttons, and despite the force of his thrusts, you found the strength to meet his gaze with a defiant smirk. “Is that the best you can do?”, you taunted, your voice breathless but challenging. “I thought you were stronger than this”.

His eyes darkened further, a dangerous glint appearing as your words struck a nerve. He growled, the sound low and primal, and shifted his grip, one hand moving to your throat. The pressure was firm but not enough to cut off your air, just enough to remind you of his power.

“You really want to test me?”, he snarled, his hips driving into you with even more intensity. The hand on your throat tightened slightly, enough to make your breath hitch but not to truly harm. “I can fucking break you”, he warned, his voice a mix of anger and arousal.

The pressure around your throat, combined with the relentless force of his thrusts, sent a shiver of both fear and excitement through you. You knew you were pushing him to his limits, and it thrilled you. “Do it”, you whispered, your voice barely more than a breath.

He didn’t know why he couldn’t hold back as well as he usually could with you. Maybe it was the way you pushed him, the way you taunted him, or the way you looked at him with such defiance and desire. And you, you didn’t understand why you wanted him to fuck you this hard, to push you to your limits. Maybe it was the thrill of the danger, the raw power and intensity he exuded, or the way he made you feel alive.

Both of you knew that if his control slipped completely, he could easily hurt you, even kill you. But right now, you were lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by your need for each other.

Ben’s thrusts became even more powerful, each one driving you further into the mattress. The pressure on your throat increased just enough to make your breath hitch, but still not enough to truly harm you. It was a delicate balance, one that he maintained with surprising precision even in his heightened state.

“You’re mine”, he growled, his voice filled with a primal possessiveness. “Only mine”.

Your response was a breathless moan, your body arching up to meet his thrusts. “Yours”, you gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders. “Only yours”.

The admission seemed to fuel his desire even more. His movements became more desperate, more intense, driving you both closer to the edge. The room was filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the occasional low growl from Ben.

The pleasure and pain blended together into a whirlwind of sensation. Every thrust, every squeeze of his hand around your throat, every brush of his skin against yours sent you spiraling higher and higher. You could feel the tension building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

Finally, the pressure became too much to bear. With one final, powerful thrust, Ben sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, a wave of intense pleasure that left you trembling and gasping for breath. Your vision blurred, your body shaking with the force of it.

His thrusts remained powerful, unrelenting, each movement drawing him closer to his climax.

“Look at you”, he growled, his voice husky and breathless. “So desperate, so needy for me”.

You could only respond with incoherent moans, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Your nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake, but Ben barely noticed. His focus was entirely on you, on the way your body reacted to him.

“You love this, don’t you?”, he continued, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make your breath hitch again. “You love being mine".

You nodded weakly, your eyes meeting his. “Yes”, you whispered, your voice trembling. “I love it. I love you”.

The admission sent a fresh wave of desire through Ben. He drove into you harder, faster, his control slipping further with each thrust. “Good”, he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “Because I’m never letting you go”.

With a final, powerful thrust, he reached his climax, his release spilling into you with an intensity that left you both breathless. He held you tightly, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.

For a few moments, neither of you moved. You were both too spent, too overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just happened. Ben’s body pressed heavily against yours, his breath warm and ragged against your neck. You felt the rapid thudding of his heart against your chest,

Slowly, Ben’s grip on your throat loosened, his fingers trailing gently down to rest on your collarbone. He raised his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. The dark, intense desire had softened, replaced by a tender concern. “You´re okay?”, he asked, his voice a hushed whisper filled with sincerity.

You nodded weakly, a satisfied smile spreading across your lips. “Yeah”, you whispered back, your voice hoarse but content. “More than okay”.

Ben’s expression softened even further, and he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead. His lips lingered there for a moment before he pulled back, his eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. Seeing none, he let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he held you close.

Gently, he eased himself off of you, careful not to cause any more discomfort. He settled beside you, pulling you into his arms. The warmth of his body enveloped you, and you nestled into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished.

His fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, the gentle touch a stark contrast to the intensity of moments before. “You really drive me fucking nuts, you know that?”, he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

You couldn’t help but smile at his words, your own chuckle blending with his. “I could say the same about you”, you teased, your voice a gentle murmur as you nestled closer to him. “But I think that’s part of what makes this work, don’t you?”.

Ben’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection. “Yeah, it definitely keeps things interesting”, he agreed, his fingers continuing their soothing patterns on your back.

You traced a lazy pattern on his chest with your finger, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths.

"You know”, he began, his tone teasing, “you could have just asked nicely if you wanted to get fucked harder”.

You rolled your eyes, a soft laugh escaping your lips. “Oh, please”, you mumbled, shaking your head. “You never do that because you’re always afraid of hurting me”.

Ben’s smirk softened into a more thoughtful expression. “Yeah, well, it’s not like I don’t have good reason to be careful”, he replied, his fingers continuing their gentle movements on your back.

“By the way”, you whispered, pulling away from him. You slipped your arms into the sleeves of your pajama shirt but didn’t bother buttoning it up, knowing Ben would likely unbutton it anyway after what you were about to show him. Holding your shirt closed with one hand, you walked towards the bathroom, the anticipation building.

Ben watched you curiously, his eyes following your every movement. “What are you up to now?”, he asked, his tone a mix of amusement and intrigue.

You emerged from the bathroom holding a small bag, your heart pounding with excitement and nerves. Ben’s eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity as you walked back to the bed, holding the bag out to him.

“What’s this?”, he asked, sitting up and taking the bag from your hand.

“Just open it”, you said softly, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Ben carefully opened the bag, his eyes widening as he pulled out the positive pregnancy test.

For a moment, he just stared at it, his expression shifting from confusion to realization and then to pure, unfiltered joy.

“You’re…?”, he began, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, tears of happiness welling up in your eyes. “Yeah”.

Ben’s face lit up with joy, a wide smile breaking through as he processed the news, but the mood shifted almost instantly. In a spontaneous reaction, he pushed against your shoulder. It was meant to be a light, playful shove, but his strength sent you tumbling back into the pillows. “And you let me do this to you?! The fuck is wrong with you”, he grumbled, a mix of worry and confusion in his tone, referencing the intensity of your fucking just minutes ago.

You looked up at him, biting back a laugh at his exaggerated concern. “Ben, relax. It’s fine… We’re fine”, you reassured him, trying to soothe his sudden surge of protectiveness.

He wasn’t entirely convinced, his brows knitting together as he hovered over you. “You’re not getting fucked for a long time for this”, he declared, raising a finger sternly. But his attempt at seriousness faltered, his lips twitching into a smile that he couldn’t quite suppress.

You laughed, reaching up to pull him down for a kiss. “Is that supposed to be punishment or protection?”, you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Ben chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. “Maybe a bit of both”, he admitted, his voice softening.

With a gentle but firm motion, he pulled you onto his lap, his hands settling protectively on your stomach. His large palms nearly covered your entire belly, and he closed his eyes, concentrating deeply. You watched him, curiosity and love mingling in your gaze.

After a few moments, his eyes opened, and a wide, genuine smile spread across his face. “There it is”, he murmured, his voice filled with awe. He could feel the faint, delicate heartbeat of your baby, just beginning its journey of life.

"You can sense it?".

Ben’s eyes sparkled with joy and pride as he looked at you, his hands still resting gently on your stomach. “You still doubt my abilities?”, he asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “No, I never doubted you. I just… I didn’t expect you to be able to feel it so soon”, you admitted, your voice filled with wonder.

He grinned, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m not your average guy”, he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed your amusement. “I guess not”, you replied, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You’re extraordinary in so many ways”.

Ben leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. The warmth and tenderness of the moment enveloped you both, making everything else fade into the background. As he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, he murmured, “Mmhmm, tell me about it”.

You laughed softly, your breath mingling with his. “Well, let’s see”, you began, your voice filled with affection. “You’re strong, protective, and you have this incredible ability to make me feel safe and loved no matter what”.

His grin widened, his eyes sparkling with joy. “Keep going”, he urged playfully, his hands gently squeezing your hips.

You shook your head, a mock exasperated expression on your face. “You’re also incredibly stubborn and a bit of a show-off”, you teased, poking his chest lightly.

Ben raised an eyebrow and whispered against your lips, “Uh-uh, wrong way, baby. Turn around”, referring to you getting back on his good side.

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within you. “Okay, okay”, you conceded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re also incredibly charming, unbelievably handsome, and you have this annoying way of making me fall in love with you more every day”.

His eyes softened, and he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. “That’s more like it”, he said, his voice filled with warmth.

You felt a surge of emotion as you looked into his eyes, knowing that despite his tough exterior, he had a heart that beat just for you. “I love you, Ben”, you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs brushing gently over your cheeks. “I love you too”, he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. “More than anything”.

There was a comfortable silence between you, the warmth of the moment wrapping around you like a soft blanket. Ben’s fingers gently traced patterns on your back, his touch light and reassuring.

Then, breaking the quiet, he mumbled, “You never told me how it really was for you”.

You looked up at him, a questioning gaze meeting his. “What do you mean?”, you asked softly.

He smirked slightly. “You know, when I took your little precious virginity”, he teased, his voice a playful growl.

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and nostalgia. “Oh, that”, you said, trying to mask your shyness with a playful tone.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not letting you off the hook that easily. “Yeah, that”, he said, his voice dropping to a more serious, inquisitive tone. “I never asked because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but I’ve always wondered. Was it okay for you? Did I hurt you?”.

You sighed, your mind drifting back to that night. It had been intense, overwhelming, and filled with a whirlwind of emotions. “It was… a lot”, you admitted, your voice honest. “You were intense, but you were also incredibly tender and careful. I was nervous and excited, and you made me feel safe. It was perfect in its own way”.

Even though you just told him it was perfect, the words before lingered in his mind and he wasn’t quite satisfied. “A lot”, he repeated, his tone thoughtful. “That doesn’t sound like it was all good”.

You bit your lip, sensing his concern. “Well, Ben, your… size isn’t exactly average”, you admitted with a shy smile. “And being a virgin, it wasn’t as smooth as I might have hoped. But you were so patient and gentle when I needed you to be”.

Even though Ben never was the type to be gentle or considerate, he had made an exception for you and continued to do so.

But he would never completely admit to it. You looked up at him, seeing that he was still processing your words. You sighed softly, cupping his face in your hands.

“Ben”, you said gently, forcing him to meet your gaze. “You were amazing, okay? You still are. I wouldn’t change anything about that night, or any night since”.

His eyes softened slightly, but there was still a flicker of doubt. “I just want to make sure I’m not hurting you”, he murmured, his hands resting on your hips, his touch tender.

You smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You’re not hurting me. I trust you”.

He sighed, the tension in his shoulders easing a little. You watched him closely, still cupping his face, and asked gently, “Where is this coming from, Ben?”.

He pressed his lips together in a tight, almost reluctant smile. His eyes flicked down to your belly before meeting your gaze again. “If this is gonna be a girl”, he said, pointing toward your belly, “I’m gonna lose my fucking shit”.

You blinked in surprise, then a smile broke across your face. “Why?”, you asked, amusement lacing your tone.

Ben’s eyes softened, and he seemed to be wrestling with his thoughts. “I just… I want to protect her. I know how the world can be, especially for girls”. He paued. “And if she’s anything like you… I don’t know if I can handle it”, he mumbled.

“Like me?”, you raised an eyebrow, grinning.

“Yeah”, he said, his voice a mix of frustration and admiration. “Choosing someone like me, a fucking supe with a tendency to lose control for her fucking first time ever. That was a fucking stupid idea”.

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Ben, it wasn’t a stupid idea. It was the best decision I ever made. I love you, and I wanted my first time to be with someone I trust completely”.

“You really mean that?”, Ben asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him softly. “Yes, I really mean that. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way”.

Ben’s expression softened further, and he pulled you closer, resting his forehead against yours. “I just… I know I can be a lot to handle”.

You chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You are a lot, but that’s part of why I love you. You’re passionate, strong, and you care so deeply. And you’ve always been so careful with me, even when you’re being intense”.

Ben pressed his lips against yours, the intensity of his emotions flowing through the kiss. It was as if he couldn’t handle the depth of your dedication, the sincerity of your words. You felt his hands tighten around you, pulling you closer, needing the physical connection to ground him.

The kiss deepened, filled with a mixture of passion, gratitude, and a fierce protectiveness. Ben’s fingers threaded through your hair, holding you to him as if he never wanted to let go. You responded in kind, your arms wrapping around his neck, drawing him closer still.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathless. Ben’s eyes were dark with emotion, his voice husky as he spoke. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m not letting go. Ever”.

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. “And I’m not going anywhere”, you whispered back, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.

With that, Ben gently pressed your head against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you protectively. You could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm that grounded you both. “We’re gonna have a fucking baby”, he mumbled, still in awe at the reality of it. The wonder in his voice made your heart swell even more.

You snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “Yes, we are”, you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of excitement and tenderness.

Ben held you tightly, his hand moving to rest on your belly once again. He was still processing the enormity of the news, the joy and the concern intertwined in his mind. He would never admit it, but a part of him had been worried that maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t get pregnant again after the loss you both had endured.

But here you were, a new life growing inside you. The thought filled him with a fierce determination to protect you both, to ensure that nothing would harm you or the baby.

As the minutes passed, the emotional intensity of the moment began to ebb, replaced by a deep sense of contentment. Your eyelids grew heavy, the exhaustion from the day and the overwhelming emotions finally catching up to you. Ben’s hands continued their gentle caress on your belly, the repetitive motion soothing and comforting.

Gradually, your breathing slowed, matching the calm rhythm of his. Ben noticed the change, a tender smile spreading across his face as he realized you were falling asleep in his arms. He adjusted his position slightly, making sure you were comfortable without waking you.

The room was quiet, the only sound the gentle hum of the night outside and the soft rustle of the sheets as Ben shifted to hold you more securely. He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there as he whispered, “I love you”.

You mumbled something unintelligible in response, already halfway to dreamland. Ben chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love and pride. With you nestled safely in his arms, Ben allowed himself to relax, his own eyes growing heavy.

The following week felt like an eternity as you and Ben waited for your first appointment at the Vought hospital. Ben’s overprotectiveness reached new heights, as he tried to shield you from any possible work or stress. While his intentions were pure, his constant hovering drove you nearly crazy. He did try his best to give you some space, finding tasks that didn’t require physical effort for you to do, but it was still a delicate balance.

Today, however, was the day of your appointment. As you prepared to leave for the hospital, Ben’s concern was palpable. He made sure you were comfortable in the car, fussing over every little detail.

The drive to the hospital was quiet, both of you lost in your thoughts. Ben’s hand never left yours, his grip firm yet gentle. When you arrived, he helped you out of the car, his protective instincts kicking in once more as he guided you into the building.

The familiar surroundings of the Vought hospital brought back a flood of memories, some bittersweet, but you pushed them aside, focusing on the hope and excitement of the present moment. The receptionist greeted you warmly, and after a short wait, you were led to the examination room.

Dr. Collins quickly joined you, a soft smile on her lips. “It’s good to see you both again”, she said gently, her eyes kind and understanding. “How have you been?”.

You exchanged a glance with Ben, who gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve been alright”, you replied, your voice steady. “Just really looking forward to today”.

She nodded, understanding the mix of anticipation and nerves that came with this visit. “Well, let’s get started then”, she said, motioning for you to lie down on the examination table. “We’ll need to do an internal ultrasound to confirm the pregnancy and check on everything”.

A wave of nervousness washed over you as you began to undress from the hips down. Ben noticed the anxiety in your eyes and leaned in close, his voice low and teasing. “Don’t worry, babe. I’m sure Dr. Collins has seen plenty of asses, but none as fine as yours”.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, his attempt at easing your nerves working slightly. “You’re impossible”, you murmured, giving him a playful shove as you folded your clothes neatly on a nearby chair.

As you settled onto the examination table, your heart raced. The cold air of the room made you shiver slightly, and you felt exposed and vulnerable. Ben stayed close, holding your hand firmly in his, his presence a steady comfort.

Dr. Collins adjusted the equipment, her movements professional and reassuring. “Alright, this might feel a bit uncomfortable, but it shouldn’t be painful”, she explained as she prepared the ultrasound probe. “Just take deep breaths and try to relax”.

Ben leaned down, whispering in your ear. “You’ve handled worse, trust me. Remember that one time in the kitchen?”.

You shot him a look, half-annoyed, half-amused. “Ben, now is not the time”, you hissed, though his words did manage to distract you a bit from your anxiety.

As Dr. Collins began the procedure, you focused on the feeling of Ben’s hand in yours, his thumb gently stroking your skin. The initial discomfort eased as you took deep breaths, your body gradually relaxing into the process.

After a few moments, the screen flickered to life. Dr. Collins moved the probe with practiced ease, searching for the tiny life growing inside you. “There it is”, she said softly, turning the screen so you and Ben could see. The tiny, flickering heartbeat was clearly visible, and the sound of it filled the room. "Not hiding this time".

Tears welled up in your eyes, a mixture of relief and overwhelming joy washing over you. Ben’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Everything looks perfect”, Dr. Collins confirmed, her voice warm and reassuring. “The heartbeat is strong and healthy”.

Ben let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, a smile breaking across his face.

Dr. Collins continued the examination, her eyes focused on the screen and her hands moving expertly. She filled out your file, noting the strong heartbeat and other vital details. Then she turned to you, her expression gentle but professional.

“How have you been feeling?”, she asked, pen poised over your chart.

You took a deep breath, glancing at Ben before answering. “Mostly just really tired”, you admitted. “I’ve been exhausted all the time”.

Dr. Collins nodded, jotting down your symptoms. “Fatigue is common in early pregnancy”, she explained. “But it’s good that you’re mentioning it. We want to monitor everything closely, especially given your history”.

She paused, her gaze shifting between you and Ben, her tone becoming more serious. “I also want to talk to you about V medication”, she said. “Given that he", she nodded ftowards Ben, "is a supe, we need to be vigilant for any symptoms that shouldn’t be present in a normal pregnancy, or if you start experiencing typical symptoms much too early or too intensely”.

Ben’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. “What kind of symptoms should we be looking out for?”, he asked, his voice steady but concerned.

Dr. Collins sighed softly, her expression somber. “Things like extreme pain, rapid weight gain or loss, abnormal bleeding, or any unusual abilities manifesting”, she listed.

Ben and you nodded, absorbing the information and letting Dr. Collins finish her tests. As she worked, you shared what your parents had revealed about the V traces in your blood, explaining the unexpected discovery. Dr. Collins listened intently, her interest piqued.

“That’s very interesting”, she said, taking note. “We should run some additional tests to get a clearer picture of how this might impact your pregnancy”. She quickly gathered a few blood samples, labeling them meticulously.

After completing the tests, Dr. Collins turned to a small printer beside the ultrasound machine. “I’m going to print out some ultrasound pictures for you”, she said, her voice warm. As the images emerged, she handed them to Ben with a smile. “These are for you two to keep. It’s always special to have these early moments captured”.

Ben took the pictures, his eyes softening as he looked at the tiny life growing inside you. He handed one to you, and you both marveled at the image, a tangible proof of the new life you were creating together.

Dr. Collins then handed you a pregnancy journal. “I want you to document everything you’re feeling, every symptom, no matter how minor it may seem”, she instructed. “We’ll need to monitor you closely, so I’m ordering you to come in for a check-up at least once a week. And if anything strange or unusual happens, you need to contact me immediately”.

You nodded, feeling a mix of reassurance and responsibility. “We will”, you promised, your hand tightening around Ben’s.

Dr. Collins smiled warmly. “You’re in good hands. We’ll take every precaution to ensure a healthy pregnancy for both you and the baby”.

As the two of you stood in the elevator, Ben’s hand rested gently on your lower back. His presence was a constant source of reassurance and warmth. He glanced down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “Mind if I check on the team?”, he asked.

You smiled, shaking your head. “Of course not. Let’s go”.

When the elevator reached the top floor, you walked together towards the meeting room. As you approached, Butcher walked in your direction, a smirk already forming on his face. Just as he was about to make a comment about Ben finally showing up again, his gaze shifted to you, lingering on your belly for a few seconds before he grinned widely.

“Congratulations, mommy”, he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Ben rolled his eyes, raising a hand in disbelief. “We’re trying to keep it a secret for a few more weeks”, he grumbled.

Butcher chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. “Ah, don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me”, he said, though his smirk suggested otherwise.

“How are you even doing this, Butcher?”, you grumbled, your own irritation surfacing. It was supposed to be a private moment for a little while longer, and Butcher’s keen observation had cut that short.

“Just have a knack for noticing things”, Butcher replied, his tone almost too casual. He then turned serious for a moment. “But, seriously, congratulations. Hope everything goes smoothly”. Then, with his usual irreverence, he added, “If you need anything, don’t ask me”, before he stepped inside the meeting room, followed by you and Ben.

Frenchie, who was already seated, looked up and raised both hands dramatically. “Mon Amie, why are you doing this to me?”, he exclaimed, directing his theatrical lament at Ben. “Giving Butcher the lead again!”.

Ben smirked, giving Frenchie a knowing look. “Someone’s gotta keep you all in line while I’m busy with other important things”, he said, his hand still resting protectively on your back. You and Ben hadn't been to the tower for a week.

Frenchie sighed theatrically, but there was a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “Fine, fine. Just don’t blame me when he makes us do something insane”.

The rest of the team chuckled, the atmosphere lightening up a bit. Ben took his seat at the head of the table, motioning for you to sit beside him. As the meeting commenced, the team discussed various missions and updates.

As the discussion moved forward, you found yourself stealing glances at Ben, feeling a deep sense of love and admiration for him. His focus and determination were evident, but there was also a gentleness in the way he kept a protective eye on you, ensuring your comfort and well-being throughout the meeting.

As the meeting drew to a close, Annie looked up from her notes, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern. “So, when will you two be returning full-time?”, she asked, her tone gentle but insistent.

Ben leaned back in his chair, glancing at you before responding. “Next week”, he said firmly. “We just needed some time to get things in order”.

Annie nodded, accepting the answer without pressing further. It was clear she had her suspicions, but she respected your privacy. Ben had made it clear that the news of your pregnancy was to be kept a secret for a little while longer.

After the meeting, Ben insisted on getting you home. Despite your protests that you could stay a bit longer, he was adamant. “You need your rest”, he said firmly. Reluctantly, you agreed, knowing he was right.

The ride home wasn’t that long, but it was long enough for you to drift off to sleep. The pregnancy was already taking its toll on your body, leaving you constantly tired. Ben had jokingly but lovingly referred to you as “fucking narcoleptic”, always with a sarcastic smile that betrayed his genuine concern.

Ben glanced over at you as you slept, his expression softening. He marveled at how quickly you could fall asleep these days, and it made him all the more determined to protect you and the life growing inside you. The exhaustion etched on your face tugged at his heartstrings.

When you arrived home, Ben gently lifted you in his arms, careful not to jostle you too much. As he cradled you against his chest, you stirred, blinking awake, completely disoriented.

“Ben?”, you mumbled, your voice groggy and confused. “What’s happening?”.

“We’re home”, he said softly, his tone reassuring. “You fell asleep in the car”.

You blinked a few more times, trying to shake off the haze of sleep. “I can walk”, you insisted weakly, though you made no move to leave his arms.

Ben chuckled, a soft, rumbling sound. “I know you can". He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his grip secure and comforting.

You just nodded, allowing yourself to relax into his embrace. As he carried you inside, you marveled at how easily he could lift you, his strength a constant source of both awe and comfort. He navigated through the house with ease, making his way to the bedroom.

Once there, he gently laid you down on the bed, carefully arranging the pillows and covers around you. “There you go”, he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Comfy?”.

You nodded, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips. “Thank you.. I think I’m going to take a nap”, you added, your voice trailing off. But before you could finish your sentence, your eyes fluttered closed, and you were already drifting back into sleep.

Ben watched you for a moment, before he carefully pulled the covers up to your chin, ensuring you were snug and comfortable.

He quietly left the room, deciding to take care of a few things around the house while you rested. But he kept the door ajar, so he could hear if you needed anything.

As he moved through the house, his mind kept drifting back to the sight of you sleeping soundly, the knowledge that you were carrying his child filling him with a profound sense of purpose.

A couple of hours later, he peeked into the bedroom to check on you. You were still sleeping soundly, your breathing steady and peaceful. He decided to join you for a nap, carefully slipping into bed beside you. As he wrapped his arm around you, you instinctively cuddled closer.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think. 🥰

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Part 13

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[kisakis-boyfriend]

I wanna have public phone sex with Fremmy via the speakers in his diving helmet

Public Phone Sex

Pairings: Freminet x reader

Warnings: GN!reader, dom!reader, sub!Freminet, slight exhibitionism

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Author's Note: Oooohh noooo, he's going to be so flustered 😳 Freminet is 20+, as always~ Reader is gender neutral, but there is a focus on penetrating Freminet

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Freminet was strolling through the city streets, helmet secured on his head so that he could drown out the people's chatter and the many possible sets of eyes that might point in his direction. He wasn't expecting you to contact him out of the blue like this. “Hello?” he answers meekly

You greet him with a smile in your voice, “Hey cutie, whatcha up to?” The little pet names you called him always made his heart skip a beat. He explained that he was simply on his way to drop off materials at the blacksmith's so that Estelle could create the magic pockets that Lyney had ordered before visiting you at the hotel

“Ah, perfect.” Was all you uttered, leaving Freminet confused for a moment. Perfect? What did you mean by that? Were you going to ask him if he could pick something up for you? This endless stream of questions was cut off when your sultry tone came through the speakers again

“I have a bit of a problem right now, and only you can fix it.” Now this made Freminet a bit nervous, what exactly does that have to do with his being in public? He gulped before attempting to ask what you meant, his question being promptly cut off by your next sentence, “What...what do you me–”

“I've been thinking about you all morning. Thinking about your pretty face and how hot you look when I fuck you.” Freminet's eyes shot open, inhaling a shaky breath as he stopped dead in his tracks. His cheeks burned within the confines of his helmet, unbeknownst to everyone around him

Every last shaky exhale of his could be heard from your end, seeing as the noises had nowhere to go. Freminet gulped, questioning you further, “D-don't say things like that... what are you even talking about?” He began fidgeting with the box of materials carried in his arms, kicking his feet against the ground shyly

The dark chuckle that hit his ears made him shiver, becoming antsy with each passing second. “Aw, my sweet boy, keep walking and I'll explain it to you, ok?” Freminet blinked a few times before working up the courage to continue towards his current destination. A stuffy warmth clinging to his skin while he walked on. “You've been gone for a few days now, ya know? I've missed you. So. Fucking. Much. Shit– ” Each word was punctuated with a sloppy wet noise, which earned a mewl from the timid cryo user

“Hear that? Hear what you do to me, my love? ” You growled, holding the microphone between your legs and moving your hand faster, letting your head fall backwards as wanton moans reverberated throughout the hotel room. Freminet's knees buckled, nearly causing him to trip in the middle of the street. He managed to recover quickly, clearing his throat and walking faster toward the blacksmith as if nothing has happened

“Y-y/n...please... this won't take long, can't you w-wait until I arrive?” He pleaded, breath labored as the growing need for your touch spread to his hardening member. Embarrassment flooded his being when he felt the wet spot forming in his shorts, thank the archons that they were dark blue...

Finally arriving at his destination, Freminet hurried to the table and set the box down in front of Estelle, praying that she was busy so that she wouldn't want to talk today. ...Luck was not on his side. Estelle greeted him cheerfully, waving and asking him questions such as how his siblings were doing, what he'd been up to recently, and asking him if he'd cobbled up any new contraptions or made any upgrades to Pers lately. Questions that honestly went in one ear and right out the other as the sounds of you touching yourself filled his head

Freminet fumbled his words as he attempted to respond, just trying to hurry out of there without coming across as being rude... His breath hitched when your voice broke the awkward silence between the two of them, “Baby...oh god– ” You moaned, raising the microphone back up to your lips. “Need you... I need that tight ass bouncing on me right now... Ooohh fuuucckk~ ”

A whimper unexpectedly escaped through his lips, followed by a twitch in between his soft thighs. Freminet desperately tried to keep it together, clenching his fists as his nails left crescent shaped marks on his palms. Estelle noticed that something was amiss, placing a hand on her hip as she asked him, “Everything alright? You seem a bit preoccupied.” Freminet nodded quickly, explaining that he actually had somewhere very important to be right now

The young woman nodded her head affirmatively, albeit still suspicious of his behavior but not wanting to upset him, apologizing for keeping him then bidding him adieu as she picked up the materials and headed towards the back of the shop to begin her work. Freminet sighed in relief, swiftly turning on his heels and speeding away

“My my, nearly got caught there, didn't we?” You teased as your partner sped down the busy streets, desperately hoping that no one would see the bulge in the front of his shorts. “I bet you're hard right now, aren't you? Probably dripping down your thighs too, yeah?” Freminet stifled a moan, swiftly ducking behind a large building and leaning against the back wall as his hand reached down to cup his erection, whining at the sudden contact

“Baby, I won't last much longer–” Your hips jerked as you continued pleasuring yourself, “I need you here to take all of it~ ” Freminet involuntarily humped his hand, his body chasing relief before his brain could do anything to stop it. Your desperate moans on the other end only stirred him up even more

“I need you t-too but... I-I can't walk around like this...” He whispered, heart pounding inside of his chest as his dick leaked more slick precum on the fabric of his clothing

“Then touch yourself.” You demanded, imagining the look on his face from such an idea. His eyes were probably blown wide open, mouth agape as he sputtered some excuse because he's too embarrassed. “C'mon, be my good boy? Lemme hear you work that pretty cock for me?”

Groaning while his dick twitched at the words ‘good boy’, Freminet relented, nervously unzipping his pants and pulling his wet cock out. Glancing around one last time to make sure that no one could spy on him from his hiding spot, Freminet wrapped his slender fingers around the shaft, pumping his aching length as another loud whimper escaped him

“Shit...I can hear how wet you are...” You moaned, licking your lips as your hand sped back up. “How's it feel?”

“Hurts...‘s wet and– Haah—!! ” Freminet cried out as he touched the head, mimicking the way you massage his tip, though it didn't feel exactly the same... He began stroking himself faster, the slick sounds of his ministrations coming through on your end only turned you on more. Just knowing that your shy little boyfriend is probably hiding in some corner or behind a building and pumping his hard, messy cock all because you did that to him

“Fuck...yeah– Harder, be a little rough with yourself.” At your order, Freminet pumped his dick harshly. Thinking back to one of the many times where you overstimulated him, jerking him off as if the world would end if you didn't. His dick throbbed within his hand, the tip an angry red and dripping precum into the bricks under his feet. Another minute of jerking himself off to the sound of your lovely, commanding voice and Freminet felt the familiar sensation of heat pooling within his gut, inching closer to a sweet release. “Hah...y/n I'm g-gonna...” He squeaked, voice cracking slightly while his hips bucked into his hand

“Cum with me, sweetie...make a mess for me~ ” You purred, matching the speed of his strokes based on the lewd noises coming through the speaker. Biting your lip as Freminet stuttered out a moan, the previous wet sounds decreasing as he came, breathing intensely while your own orgasm hit you

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[cherryredstars]

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Mike Schmidt, Hobie Brown, Miles-42 x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff, Suggestive Content with Miguel, A Little Bit of Angst with Miles

Summary: How would the boys treat you on your birthday?

A/N: In honor of my birthday (WOO)!

Word Count: 1.7K (Unedited)

Miguel O'Hara

You hang out with him in his office at HQ all day. He has your favorite food delivered to base, and you spend the whole day talking his ear off as he works. Today is the only day he doesn't mind people coming in and out of his office, as long as they do so to wish you a happy birthday.

He has LYLA keep you company, finding her only a tad bit less annoying, even as she randomly breaks out into happy birthday and makes birthday memes pop up on his screen like a virus. He only wants to strangle her when she keeps making birthday sex jokes and hinting a little too much at the gifts waiting for you at home.

When the two of you do make it home, you're excited to see the pile of gifts overflowing in the living room. Some of them are from the spiders in HQ, but more than one is from Miguel. You guys get take out, and spend the rest of the night opening gifts. You guys laugh at the ones from the younger spider-people, and try not to cringe at the more questionable ones (a difference in universe maybe?).

When the two of you finish going through the gifts and ate all the food, Miguel pulls you up off the floor. He gives you a cheeky smile, leading you towards the bedroom for one last birthday present. Huh, I guess LYLA was right about the birthday sex.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

As much as he wants to, he can't ask to go on leave in advance. Even if he did send in the request, it would be hastily denied. Going on leave because of a singular day and for a non-emergency cause? The higher ups would laugh in his face. So, his only hope is to not be deployed during that time.

If he is deployed during that time, he'll keep his eye on the clock, counting down the seconds until it hits midnight in your timezone. Then, at exactly zero hundred hours, your phone will light up with a message from Simon. It's a simple "Happy birthday. Miss you." text, but it makes you smile nonetheless. If you're lucky, you might get a voice message from all of 141 wishing you a happy birthday, horrible, off-key singing from Soap included! And if you're really lucky, you might even get a call if Simon's in a good, secure location where he knows his cellular usage can't be tracked or intercepted.

He already got a gift for you in advance. He'll tell you where he hid it, or tell you to keep an ear out for the doorbell. If he hid it, you rush over to the hiding spot, setting your phone up to record a video for him. You make a big show of it to keep him entertained, and at the end of the video you thank him repeatedly for the gift, adding in that you miss him and you'll see him when he comes back home. When he gets gifts delivered to you, it's usually flowers and maybe something extra like an Amazon package. You put your new flowers in the nicest vase you have, sending Simon a picture and heart emojis.

If-by the grace of god- he's home on your birthday, you get spoiled silly. Today is all about you and what you want to do. Breakfast in bed? Okay, waffles or pancakes? Movie night? Okay, it's your pick. Drinks at the pub? Let's stop to get a pack first. Simon does prefer to stay in with you on your birthday, but again, if you want to have a night out on the town, he's happy to follow along. Though, if you do stay home, don't look in the fridge! You don't want to risk taking a peak at the cake he bought, do you?

Mike Schmidt

Called out of work the day before. He wakes up super early, slipping out of bed to wake up Abby. She complains a little, and you have to pretend you weren't awake the second Mike got out of bed and you have to stifle your laughter at her grumbling out in the hall. The smell of breakfast is strong, and you wait a good 11 minutes (it would be too perfect if it was an even number), before slipping out of bed. You act all surprised when you walk into the kitchen, catching them making you breakfast. They instantly drag you into a chair, making you sit as they plate your food and slide over your coffee. You have to fight your tears when Abby gives you a hand drawn birthday card. Just for that, she can steal a bit of your bacon.

The three of you just spend the day at home. You draw with Abby, thanking her for all the birthday drawings. The three of you make a mess in the kitchen as you make the birthday cake, and somehow frosting gets stuck in all of your hair. You sing happy birthday after dinner, which of course is your favorite meal, and the three of you settle onto the couch to watch TV. You allow Abby to stay up until she falls asleep on the sofa.

Once she's gone to bed, Mike pulls you close to his side, pressing a kiss to your lips and muttering another happy birthday. You smile at him, and it grows wider when he pulls your gift from his pocket. The two of you are silent as you open it, and you gasp when you see what's inside. You thank him with a million smooches on his face, that makes him chuckle. Then, when it gets too late and the both of you remember he has work tomorrow, you retreat back to the bedroom for some much needed rest. Clean up is for another day.

Hobie Brown

Is it really a surprise that he forgets it's your birthday? Hey, in his defense, time and dates are just a social construct made to control the natural world!

He only remembers when one of his (current) band mates or a Spider in the society ask him what he has planned for your birthday. He knows he's fucked the second they ask him. He has nothing planned, he has yet to say happy birthday to you despite talking to you just this morning, and to top it all off, he has only just realized you were hinting about it throughout your morning conversation. And do you want to know what he said in response to your, Hobie, baby, do you think something important is happening today? Trust me, you don't because his answer may or may not have been, Unless 10 Downing is fist bumping a wrecking ball today, then no. Yeah, did he mention he was fucked?

So, in true Hobie fashion, he's gonna think quick and get himself out of trouble. What could he use as the perfect excuse for completely forgetting your birthday? Make it seem intentional! And how do you make it seem intentional? Throwing a totally killer surprise party that would give the PM a heart attack! He recruits the help of his band mates and Gwen, setting up your favorite venue that the band played in for a previous gig. He gets you a cake, a funny card, and some random trinkets he sees along the way. He'll have the band play anything you request or the night. Oh, don't forget your own friends! He'll let them know before he picks you up.

He's totally casual when he returns to the flat, all nonchalant as he tells you to get dressed up. When you ask why, he just shrugs and says riot. You stare at him like you expect him to say something extra, but you sigh when he doesn't. With your back turned to him, he allows himself to briefly flicker red. When he gets you to the venue, you're happily surprised, bumping into him and teasing that you thought he forgot. He chuckles nervously in response, finally wishing you a happy birthday. At the end of the night, after you got the celebration you deserved and the two of you lay at home in a half-awake state, he admits the truth to you when you're too sleepy to get mad at him. Hey, real men admit to their mistakes and fear the wrath of their partners.

Miles 42

He does the thing. You know, the obnoxious thing where you show up to school, and then suddenly you have a brightly colored birthday stash over your shoulder and a gift bag attached to 50 different HAPPY BIRTHDAY balloons? Yeah, he does that shit, and he does it with PRIDE. He will be damned if you aren't walking the halls and a stranger randomly yells out a birthday greeting to you in passing. You better hope you don't have any classes with him, because every class you guys share, he's making them sing happy birthday. Even if you get embarrassed and melt into your chair. At lunch, he's already got a birthday cupcake waiting for you and he did, in fact, skip the last period just so he could go get your favorite takeout to make sure it's still hot.

Rio definitely invited you over for dinner, and he spends the whole meal telling his Ma all about the things he did for you today. It makes her laugh, and she playfully swats the back of his head when you whine about how embarrassed you were all day.

When dinner is done, Miles drags you out of his house and walks you down to the familiar streets to the car lot. He helps you in, and you gasp when you see the inside of the car. He has candles placed carefully around, and a cake sits in the back seat with plastic forks and more gifts. Your smile is goofy as he quietly sings happy birthday to you, and you blow out the candle as he whoops and hollers playfully. The two of you dig into the cake, having quiet conversation until you feel like you'll throw up from all the sugar.

But as you're about to open the last of your gifts, his phone begins to ring. Looks like your birthday wish didn’t come true after all.

[marsdreamworld]

How Sweet It is to be Loved by You - LN4 x reader:

Mars’ Notes: I’ve never ever written anything like this before, but after rambling at @love-belle for a stupid amount of time, i thought why not? surprised it ended up being for lando and not charles but if this goes well i might j start writing a bit more!! anyways, i’m excited, please lmk what you think <333

Warnings: None!! super super fluffy :)

Description: Lando comes home to you, and everything is ok again.

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Lando was exhausted. He loved his job, the roaring of engines, the loud shouts that always seemed to accompany the mechanics as they made any pre-race adjustments to his Mclaren, the screams of fans in the grandstands and during fan stages, but god, sometimes all he wanted to do was wrap his arms around your waist, bury his face in your neck and never leave. You were his peace, his moment of quiet in an otherwise hectic day. He missed you, and you were his rock during race weekends. He had spent the last week wishing you were with him and cheering him on from your spot in the garage.

“Lando? You ok, mate?”

Danny’s voice broke him out of his stupor, bringing his mind back to the private jet he was currently sat in, accompanied by the older driver. Just three more hours, and you can hug her all you want, he thought to himself.

“Yeah, fine, mate. Just wondering what’s for dinner.” he said, a smile on his face.

“If you say so” comes the reply, accompanied by a bright, dimpled smile.

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After a hectic run through security and the throng of fans that were waiting diligently for him at the gate, Lando had finally made it home, his hands trembling at the prospect of finally kissing you again as he pushed his key into the lock of your shared flat.

“Lando? Is that you, my love?”

Your voice floated through the hallway, and he visibly relaxed - he was finally home, he was finally with you, and there was nowhere he’d rather be.

“Yeah, sweetheart, it’s me. Were you hoping for someone else?” he teased, seeing you emerge from your bedroom, clad only in one of his favourite Quadrant hoodies, and fluffy socks, your hair falling around your face in messy waves, silver wire-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of your nose. You padded over, soft footfalls echoing, until you were stood in front of him.

“Oh shush and hug me, you muppet.”

He closed the gap between you, and wrapped his arms around your waist, melting into you.

“God, I missed you”, he said, his voice muffled by your neck. You giggled and reached up to hug him back, carding your hands through his hair and leaving sweet kisses wherever you could reach.

“I missed you more, love. Would you mind helping me with something quickly?”, you mumbled into his hair, “I know you’re tired, and it’s been a long day, I just think my brain’s gone to mush and I can barely read what I’m writing.”

He lifted his head, and simply smiled at you, brushing his thumb against your cheek, “That’s what I’m here for, remember? Moral support and grammar police” he said, winking at you in an effort to make you laugh. You looked stressed, and he could tell you had been working away at your essay for far too long already, the pressure weighing heavily on your shoulders. “I’m assuming it’s another essay for class?”

“Mhmm, the professor decided it would be a good time to assign a stupid essay two weeks before midterms.” Your eye roll and answering nod was all it took for Lando to toe his shoes off, leaving his bags and coat by the door before he dragged you back into the bedroom, dramatically flipping into the double bed that occupied the corner, landing amongst the multitude of stuffed toys that had migrated to his side of the bed in the short time he was away.

“Right then, Ms. L/N, get your pretty arse over here and read me this essay.” he said, posing and putting on his best posh British accent, earning a laugh out of you. This was what Lando lived for, these quiet moments of domesticity where all he could hear was your laugh and he could revel in the fact that it was him, him who made you laugh and him who had the pleasure of hearing it.

You grabbed your notebook from the desk you had set up opposite the bed, claiming that you worked better when you knew Lando was close to you, and walked over to the bed, climbing in and placing his head in your lap.

A reporter had once asked him a question along the lines of “If you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be?” He had, of course, answered with the typical “on a race track”, the answer that wouldn’t have the Mclaren PR team screaming at him post press conference, but if he really had to pick, he would say with you. Anywhere with you was where he wanted to be, but he felt so at peace here, in your bedroom, with his head on your lap and your hand in his hair, your voice soft and sweet as you read him the opening paragraphs of your midterm essay.

Lando nuzzled further into your thighs, your nails now scratching across his scalp in a way that made him feel boneless. He could feel his eyes slowly slipping closed, the warmth and comfort lulling him into a peaceful sleep.

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You were three paragraphs in when you stumbled on your words, struggling to understand a sentence you’d written.

“See, that’s the sentence I really don’t get. It just sounds so chunky and I really have no idea how to make it flow more, you know? I know it needs to be technical, it is an engineering essay after all, but it just sounds so hard to read and I don’t know how to make it sound better.”

You waited for Lando to tell you that you’d made a silly grammar mistake, or that you just had to split the sentence in two to make it more digestible, but you were met with silence. Looking down at your lap, you saw Lando asleep, smile painted on his face, a hand placed on your thigh, grip tight as though he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t move.

Lando had come into your life in the most unexpected way you could have imagined - cliché, but unexpected. You’d been waiting in line at a coffee shop, needing your daily dose of caffeine before your 9AM university lecture, and he had walked straight into you, a steaming hot Americano cradled in his hands, which had eventually made quick work of staining the cream bodysuit you had chosen for the day. He’d apologised countless times, turning back to grab a stack of tissues, even going so far as to attempt to rub the stain off, but had only succeeded in making it worse. You’d simply laughed, and told him that he really should go order another coffee, before the morning rush took over. He’d stared at you, open mouthed and speechless, before stammering through an affirmative and walking away. The next 5 minutes were spent throwing glances at each other through the crowd of people occupying the store, before he broke and asked for your number, stating that he at least owed you a new shirt, and perhaps even a date? It had been natural, and felt right from the moment he picked you up at 8 the following Friday, dressed in a suit and armed with roses.

You took one last look at the essay in your hands, and made the incredibly easy decision to call it a day. You placed the stack of papers on the bedside table, shifting in order to reach, only to have Lando grip onto you tighter, a mumble of “stay” escaping his pouted lips. Your heart clenched, and you couldn’t help but coo back that you weren’t going anywhere, my love, go back to sleep. You cleared as much of the bed as you could without disturbing your boy, and leaned back into the pillows you’d stacked behind you earlier in the day, Lando nuzzling further into your stomach, whining until you bring your hand back to his curls. As you shift, Lando reaches out to wind his hands around your waist, pulling you closer even in his sleep. You smile to yourself, and turn the small lamp on the side table off - your boy was home, and everything was alright.

[annisassintchaska]

I Want Her: Lewis Hamilton x Black!Caribbean!Reader

The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix has finally come to an end and it was now time for the post race interviews. The drivers were moving slowly from one journalist to the next, most times giving the same answers to the similar questions being asked as they just want for this segment to be over.

Lewis had been rushing through his answers, trying to get away from the scene as quickly as possible until he saw HER. A pretty, short and dark-skinned woman that was currently in the act of interviewing a flirtatious Lando Norris as he was asked the last question.

Lewis politely ended the interview and walked over to George whom he was supposed to go before. "Hey George can I ask for a favour?" he asked Lowly as to not disturb anything, to which George nodded in response. "I don't want to go before you, you were supposed to be her last interviewee, however I want you to switch spots with me?" Lewis asked the younger man. George looked between the pretty woman and his teammate as he finally realised that Lewis had a crush and wanted to spend some extra time her.

"I see what's going on here, you like her don't you?" George asked to which Lewis nodded shyly while blushing. George smiled as he moved up in the line taking Lewis' space as he asked to be interviewed before him. As George listened and answered his questions, Lewis looked on with fire in his eyes as he admired the beautiful woman before him. The way that she spoke, the pretty dark brown colour of her eyes, her curly black hair ect.

After George was done, he turned around to hand Lewis the mic while shotting him a wink as a form of encouragement. Stepping forward slowly, Lewis noted the way she smiled brightly at him as he settled at the stand. "Hi, my name is Y/n and I recently transferred from Sky Sport MotoGP." she greeted him as she offered her hand for him to shake. Taking her soft and delicate hand into his own, he shook it gently before placing a soft kiss to the back and releasing it.

Throughout the whole interview, Lewis would constantly ask her to repeat her questions even though he heard them loud and clear, also taking a long time to 'think' then answer her questions, all in the reason of him wanting to spend more time with her as he also asked personal questions about herself in between.

After a couple more minutes, the interview has finally come to an end and everyone had went off to pack up their stuff to head back to the hotel. Lewis on the other hand had been waiting in the parking garage for his Y/n to arrive, his palms sweating as he anxiously bounced on the spot.

Y/n had finally gather all her equipment and secured them into her bag and was making her way to her car when she spotted Lewis standing at the door. "Lewis, hi! I thought you had left already since everyone else is gone?" Y/n cheerfully greeted the British man who smiled adoringly at her. "Um... there's a reason why I haven't left yet... I wanted to speak to you" Lewis started off nervously. He swayed back and forth as he analysed Y/n's features. Y/n on the other hand was also nervous as she was only thinking of two things: How big of a crush she had on him and if she had made any mistakes with asking any questions that made him uncomfortable.

It turned out to be addressing her first thought as Lewis explained himself. "I know this might seem a bit too forward, but ever since I saw you earlier I had been very fascinated with you. I was hoping to see you again so that i would have the chance to ask you out on a date if you're interest whenever you're free?" Lewis explained, his heart beating in his mouth waiting for her response.

Smiling up at the most beautiful man she has ever laid her eyes on, Y/n held her palm out, gesturing for Lewis to hand over his phone. After seizing the piece of technology, Y/n placed her number into it and handed it back. "You can pick me up at eight tomorrow" she said sweetly before placing a kiss to his cheek and made her way off into the her driving away. Lewis, left alone in the parking lot, started dancing in excitement as he made his way to his car, going home happy that he has the chance to date the most beautiful woman he has ever met.

[specialagentlokitty]

Rossi x nephew!reader - matchmaker

What about Rossi's nephew; who's in the military (26-27) comes back from a tour in he middle East and meets up with Rossi at work to surprise him. But when he sees Spencer he is dumbfounded bc he's never like men, so OBVIOUSLY he goes to Rossi and is like "I think I might be gay" (lol) and Rossi is like "omg your here.... Wait huh?" Like Rossi is just trying to process that his nephew isn't dead and came back but now he has to process that his nephew now thinks he's a little gay.... 👀👀👀 - @azeal-peal 💜

You hadn’t been back long, you hadn’t bothered going back to change or shower, you knew your uncle had security set up at his house.

If you wanted to surprise him then they would defeat the whole purpose.

So, instead you went to his place of work, getting a visitors badge so you could head up.

Thankfully you had been there before, they knew who you were so they didn’t have to get your uncle to come and get you, or have anybody escort you.

Maybe the uniform you wore helped with that as well.

You stood in the elevator, hands clasped behind your back, waiting for the doors to close, only to hear somebody call for you to hold the doors, so you reached out to stop them from closing.

“Oh thank you! Thank you so much!”

She came running in, and you moved your hand back, giving her a charming smile.

“You’re very welcome, are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh, oh this? Yes! I’m good thank you!”

She set her bags down, giving you the biggest smile you had ever seen and you smiled back at her.

“Are you visiting somebody?”

“That I am, I’m visiting my uncle actually. What about you?”

She laughed a little.

“No, i work here. Penelope Garcia.”

She held her hand out, and you shook her hand.

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

The doors to the elevator opened, and you stood in front of them, letting Garcia have some time to gather her things so she could leave.

Once she was out you stepped out.

“Thank you so much! Have fun with your uncle!”

“Thank you!”

You offered her a half wave, and you made your way through the bullpen, looking around.

It wasn’t hard to spot your uncle, you were raised on hood fashion, and his suits stood out, as well as his hair style.

He was stood with a few other people, you assumed his team.

There was one who caught your eye though, he seemed to glance over but didn’t think much about you being there and looked away.

He looked about your age, maybe a little older, honestly he looked nothing like an FBI agent either, you would expect him to maybe be a therapist or something of the sort.

You would’ve never have guessed FBI if you saw him out in public, and you had to admit he was pretty good looking.

Normally you didn’t look at men that way, you weren’t all that sure you even looked at women that way, but there was something about him.

You snapped out of your daze, watching as his team walked away and you walked over to your uncle, standing next to him.

You turned your attention back to the man that you were looking at.

You were just captivated by him.

You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive, you had thought that about a few guys over the year but you always brushed it off, never thought too much about it.

“I think I might be gay.”

Rossi spun around, staring at you with wide eyes, hand over his gun.

“You’re here?!”

He paused for a second.

“You what?”

You smiled brightly, taking a step so you could crush your uncle into a hug, and he gave you a hug just a tightly.

“When did you get back?” He asked.

You pulled away, pulling your sleeve up so you could check your watch before letting it fall back down.

“About two hours ago, I stopped to get something to eat first because I was dying for some good food.”

Rossi chuckled, nodding his head.

“I don’t blame you one bit kiddo, how are you? Are you hurt?”

“No, no I’m okay. I’m not hurt, a few close calls but that’s war. I’m on leave now for a couple of weeks before I’m needed back.”

He nodded again, pulling out a seat and you sat down, waiting for him to drag another one over.

You ran a hand through your hair, rolling up your sleeves.

“I was hoping maybe I could stay with you?” You grinned a little.

“Of course, you know my door is always open for you. We’re actually having dinner at mine tonight, join us, you could use the break.”

Laughing, you grinned a little.

“Oh I know, I’m exhausted. Honestly if I go to bed I feel like I’m just going to sleep for days.”

Rossi hummed a little bit.

“So, tell me what you can about your deployment.”

This was the protective side of your uncle coming out, he wanted to know exactly what had happened out there because he knew how hard it could be.

And it wasn’t your first time being deployed, but he would rather share in your pain and sadness than have you go through it all alone.

You glanced around at the few curious eyes looking at you.

“Can we maybe discuss it somewhere privet?”

“Come on, we’ll go to my office.”

You put your chair back, picking up your bag as you followed him up the stairs and into his office.

You spent a while in there just talking to him, sharing with him what you were allowed to, nothing about the missions you did, or some of the things you had to do, which he understood.

But everything else you were able to share with him, from normal day to day life, that time you fell asleep in the sun and badly burnt your back, the daft little game you and your squad came up with.

You told him all about those.

“I see you made the most of it.”

“You’ve got to right? Anything to keep spirits up?”

Rossi hummed, nodding his head.

“Well, how about we get some lunch, I’ll take you home you can get some rest, I’ll wake you up when dinner is ready.”

“That sounds like the life.”

Rossi chuckled, picking up your bag for you and let you leave his office first.

“Let me talk to Aaron, wait here for me.”

You nodded, letting him leave your bag for you.

Leaning on the railing, you looked down at his team again and found your eyes drifting to the same man once more.

You just stood there looking at him, and finally he looked up so you offered him a little grin and a salute.

He blinked, and offered you a confused wave which made you laugh a little, grinning slightly more.

You heard a door open, and you glanced to your side, getting up to follow your uncle who had once again taken your bag.

“I’d like you to quickly meet everybody.”

There was a round of quick introductions before you headed for the lift.

“So, Reid huh?

“Oh my god Dave don’t.”

He smirked a little.

“Come on, boy wonder isn’t that bad. Smart, polite. Can’t go wrong.”

“I’m not having this conversation.”

You stepped into the elevator, trying to close the doors on your uncle but it didn’t work.

“Hey, I’m not saying anything.”

“Uh huh.”

It went quiet for a second.

“He’s going to be at the dinner.”

“Oh my god…”

You ran a hand down your face, and you tried to hide your laughter.

You weren’t sure if what you were feeling was real or not, but the sound of Reid being at that dinner did sound fun, maybe it would encourage you a little more to go.

Just to be friends with them all, nothing more, you had to remind yourself of that.

Just to make friends with them all and finally get to know them, and maybe sneak a few more glances at Reid while you were at it

[yesitsmewhataboutit]

Bloodlust

Vampire!Shoto Todoroki x Reader

➤ You’re leaving for a week. You and Shoto come up with a plan on how he’ll survive while you’re gone, but things don’t always go as planned

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Warning⚠️: blood, needles, medical stuff (I’m aware I’m not a doctor idc if it’s inaccurate), cliffhanger ending depending on how well you know me

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Clothes, toiletries, shoes, snacks, and your carry-on. Yup, you're all packed. Only one last thing to do before you left for your flight.

Today, you're leaving for a week long trip for your job. You're leaving, and Todoroki's staying. As much as he would love to come with you, he has things to care of while you're gone. You're all packed, ready to head out the door, except for the last -most important- thing you have to do before you leave.

You leave your bags at the front door, opting to search for the boy in question. You find him sitting at the edge of your bed, scrolling through his laptop. "Sho, I'm ready to go, wanna start?"

He looks up, smiling at you and setting his laptop to the side, meeting you at the bedroom door in a few quick strides. "Yeah," he leans down giving you a quick kiss on the lips, "go ahead to the living room, I'll get the supplies."

You follow his instructions, sitting down and making yourself comfortable as you wait for him to get the items needed to draw your blood. Usually, Shoto feeds from you, but since he can't go with you, plus you're going to be gone for a week, you made the decision on him drawing blood from you to keep him fed while you're gone.

He comes into the living room, sets everything down on the table, and turns to you. He offers you his hand, a sign to give him your arm. When you do, he pauses. "You should probably lie down." You do, keeping your arm outstretched to him and relaxing on the couch. "Let me know if it hurts too much."

He goes the full nine yards, wrapping a tie around your arm, rubbing his finger over the spot he picked to make sure the blood is pumping. He does it all. He gives you one last look, needle in hand, before sticking you with it, watching your blood filter from your body, into the bag next to you.

"You sure that'll be enough?" you ask, noticing he only has two blood bags.

"Yes, Love. I'll need to pace myself while your gone," he says gently, bringing his hand up to rest on your cheek.

You smile, turning your head a bit to look at him. "I wish you were coming."

"I wish I was coming too. but it's ok, you'll be back in no time," he laughs slightly, "and I'll again get to drink from the sweet source." He leans over, playfully nudging his nose again your cheek, making you squirm and laugh for a moment before lays his hand on your stomach. "Don't move too much."

His tone says he doesn't want to waste any blood that might drip, but his eyes say he just doesn't want to accidentally hurt you, needle being in your arm and all, so you settle smiling at him and waiting to be done.

"Ok, one more, almost done," he says, pressing his thumb to stop the flow, changing the bag and securing it before hooking up a new one and letting it start filling again. "You're doing so well. Thank you for this." Shoto settles his hand into yours, rubbing his thumb in circles on your skin.

"Of course, anything for you, Sho. Just don't get caught with blood bags in the fridge and medical supplies in the bathroom while I'm gone," you joke, earning and laugh from him.

About halfway through the second bag, Shoto notices your eyes starting to flutter shut. You're fighting unconsciousness. Shoto scoots closer, his hand instinctively going to your shoulder. "Y/n? Hey, Love, do you need me to stop?" He barely waits for an answer before his hands are creeping down to unhook everything.

"No, no, I'm ok," you sigh weakly, "want- want you to finish."

Todoorki bites his lips, looking down at the three-quarters-filled bag. 'Ok, ok. Almost done, almost done, baby," he says quickly.

The second the bag is filled he wastes no time unhooking the needles and stopping everything, checking over your whole body, listening to heart rate, and letting you lay on the couch as he cleans everything. This is the first time you had done this, and everyone reacts to getting blood drawn differently, so it's not even a thought as Shoto offers to instead drive you to the airport, wanting you to rest in the car ride, of course, giving you and a small bowl of cereal and juice to eat before heading on the road.

"Thanks again. You know it means a lot," he says, pulling up to the airport drop-off area. You'd slept the whole ride, getting enough strength to make it through security, to the gate, and on your plane, where you'll probably sleep the whole ride.

"Of course, Sho. No regrets," you smile. "Be safe while I'm gone."

He laughs and frowns. "That's my line."

You smile. “Yeah, guess it is.” You lean to him, giving him one last kiss goodbye. “Love you.”

“Love you, too”

--

Your trip went well, and you're happy to be coming back. You missed Todoroki and your home. The first two days, things seemed fine, he'd text you and call when possible, keeping you updated, after though, things got quieter until it was just plain silence.

You chose not to let yourself worry, burying yourself in the work you had to do while you were gone and not thinking about it, knowing he's fine, he's strong, and he'll be home when you get back. Judging by the text you got from him before you boarded the flight home, you knew the last few days must have only been paranoia and circumstances:

See you soon, Y/n.

You pull up to your home and get out, getting your bags and walking to the front door. There's something running through your veins. Partially excitement to see Shoto again, but also something else. Fear? Dread? You weren't sure, but whatever it is, it still pushes you on as you unlock the door and open it.

If it wasn’t fear that you felt before, you definitely felt it now. The house was dark, only light coming through the blinds lit it enough for you to see. And it’s cold, any colder you’d be able to see your own breath. Things are scattered everywhere, almost like someone went into a fit of anger and started throwing things.

You leave your bags on the floor, forgotten about as you step forward, Shoto’s name on the tip of your tongue, but dying in your mouth before the first syllable even comes out, a flash and small burst of cold air going past you, and then you feel arms circle you from the side, pulling you into a cold body.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you feel Shoto’s breath on your neck. You try to speak, try to move, but he’s strong, keeping you pinned against him, even at the weird angle.

His hand grasps your neck, tightening around it and keeping you still as he leans in. You feel panic start to rise in your bloodstream. What could’ve happened? He said you left enough blood, everything should have been fine. But you know this, you know the signs, you caught a quick enough glimpse of Shoto’s blown pupils. The way his usual eye colors are gone, you feel his tight grip in every move he makes. The look on his face tells it all.

This is Shoto’s bloodlust.

He’s only been in bloodlust twice before around you, but both of those times it wasn’t necessarily geared toward hunger, but now, you’re not sure what’ll happen. But you still hold on to the thought that Todoroki knows you, he loves you, and he isn't going to kill you. He’d rather go through all his life again and have to redo every moment again before he drained you of all the blood you need to live. You trust him.

Todoroki squeezed his hand around your neck, making your pulse jump once again as he drags you to his mouth, also leaning down all at the same time and opening his mouth.

There’s no second thought, no hesitation or regard, only the pain of the bite. The feeling of his fangs digging into your skin, eager and draining your blood. It’s fast, so fast you can almost feel the blood rushes out of you, a big change compared to how he usually does it, slow and steady, letting you savor the tranquil feeling like you usually do.

You can feel his arms wrapped firmly around your body, and for a second, he pulls away, but only so he can turn you, making your chest flush against his as he digs his fangs into your skin again.

This time, it only lasts about ten seconds before you feel your vision to go. Your body feeling heavy, and suddenly so much more tired than seconds ago. Your eyes flutter shut, and your legs go out, consciousness slipping from your grasp.

Todoroki feels your body going limp, and he secures his arm around you, keeping you against him as he continues to feed. He carries you to the bedroom, his mouth still attached, and he lays you on the bed, his body fully over yours as your blood begins seeping from his mouth, and he continues to feed.

Shoto loves you, he protects you, you trust him. Shoto would never kill you.

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[angelizs]

Hi hi I read your rules and I couldn't see if you were doing reqs or not so if your not just ignore this! :] /gen

Could I perhaps ask something with Leona or Ruggie? Reader is just very tired from NRC's usual craziness and wants to go to one of them as a recharge.

Gn!reader please and thank you :))

hiii nonie!! sorry for the long wait 😭 as mentioned in this other request, I do take them, it just takes me a while to get to it! I hope you like it 🫶

Summary: Leona and Ruggie with a tired reader that wants to recharge!

Notes: gn!reader, fluff, I did short scenarios since there wasn't a specified format, I guess their relationship is kind open to interpretation? they could either be dating or close friends, you chose!

You were exhausted. Seriously, after having to deal with NRC students' antics for days on end, babysit Grim, Ace and Deuce, do Crowley's chores and study for subjects you've never even heard of some months ago, you felt like you were at your wits end.

Leona

Eyes dropping and body tired, you just wanted to rest for a bit, maybe take a nap to recharge your energy. You really felt like you were about to drop on spot if you had to do one more thing without getting some sleep in first. 

That's why you found yourself at the botanical garden in the middle of the day. After leaving Grim with your friends and trusting them to take care of him (may the Sevens have mercy on NRC), you've wandered to a place you knew would be quiet enough that nobody would disturb you.

Not only that, but you were also looking for someone. Scanning the temperate zone, you perk up a bit once you spot the figure of Savanaclaw's housewarden lazily dozing off on a sunny spot.

Quick steps approach him, stopping in their tracks once you're right in front of him. You kneel down, waiting for his deep rumble as he lazily opens one eye to peek at you

"It's you, herbivore. What do you want?"

His blunt words may sound rude, but you knew he didn't mean any harm by it. Instead of answering him, you silently worm your way into his arms, nuzzling your face against his neck. 

If it where anyone else, they would have been sent to the infirmary in the blink of an eye, although no one else had the courage to do what you just did. Since it is you, Leona only lets out an amused chuckle and wraps his arms around your body, head resting on the top of yours. 

"The brats are giving you trouble, hm?" 

Your groan is confirmation enough for him, making him let out a huff of laughter. 

"Then lets forget them for now. You can stay as long as you don't stir too much, I want to be able to sleep too, you know."

A prolonged hum is his only answer, your drowsiness taking over as your eyelids feel heavier and heavier. The warmth of his body, the comfort of his arms securing you, the smell of his faint cologne and the nature around you, the sound of his calm breathing and the little river running nearby, the feeling of being safe all allowed you to relax for the first time in weeks.

In less than a minute you were already sleeping, little huffs of breath ghosting over his skin, the rise and fall of your chest accompanying his own. Leona's tail swished from side to side, pleased with your company, even if he wouldn't admit to it. 

He wouldn't let anyone disturb your sleep, enjoying this moment between the two of you for as long as he could. If you end up waking up hours later than you intended to, he'll just shrug and tell you he was sleeping too. Besides, you needed the extra rest, so you better thank him. 

Leona isn't the best with words of comfort, hence his actions will speak louder. He tends to pay attention to you, more than you'd think, so if he sees you're getting too tired again, he might subtly suggest another nap. He'll make sure you'll be able to get all the rest you might need, as nobody would dare to disturb him and, by extension, you.

Ruggie

Your shoulders sagged and you dragged your feet through the floor, the fatigue catching up to you after a handful of stressful days. All the responsabilities that were throw your way and your concern of whether you'd be able to go back to your home, your world, were taking their toll on you. 

The thing you needed the most was somewhere to rest, both your mind and body. You've been wanting to spend some time with Ruggie, as you two were very close and you guessed he also could take a break, but he's always busy, running errands for Leona and taking on side jobs.

You sigh dejectedly as you open the door of Ramshackle, preparing yourself to try to actually get some hours of sleep instead of tossing and turning around the bed, mulling over your troubles.

"Welcome!" 

Jumping in surprise, you lift your head to see Ruggie laughing at your reaction, his giggles making his shoulders shake in mirth, tail swishing back and forth.

"Oh, you had to see your face! Weren't you expecting to see me here?"

You stutter something, so jumbled not even you could understand, and he only laughs harder, hand covering his mouth in a signature gesture.

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist it. You looked so cute, like a scared rabbit." It's clear he isn't sorry at all, the grin on his face being proof enough. Though you don't get mad at his antics. In fact, they even made you feel a bit better, a small smile gracing your face in return as you gently shake your head

Gesturing to the couch, you make yourselves comfortable. Leaning onto Ruggie, you let the weight of your preoccupations wash away from you, focusing on how the touch of his side against yours feels grounding, how his arm wrapped around you and hand rubbing circles on your skin feels soothing, how you're finally able to relax.

"Sorry, I know I've been too busy lately, but you know I'll always find time for you, right?" Gazing at him, you can tell he's genuine this time, the sincerity in his tone and expression reassuring you. You nod and let out a hum, closing your eyes and letting your head rest against his shoulder. 

Ruggie laughes affectionately, head resting against yours. One of your hands finds his hair and starts playing with it, you mumble a request: "Tell me about your day."

Ruggie's voice is quiet as he tells you what happened in his classes that day, what ridiculous tasks Leona had given him, what trouble the Savanaclaw students got into, and so on. His voice lulls you into relaxation, your breath slowing.

Soon enough, both are making use of this moment of quietness and peace in your usual hectic lives, recharging your energies.

As someone who tends to overwork himself as well, Ruggie knows how to recognize when you're in need for a break. If he notices more prominent eyebags or sluggish movements coming from you, he'll do his best to make sure you can relax for a moment and reassure your worries. You do the same for him, after all, you take care of each other.

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[blueberrylixie]

gray thunder

rock band! jilix x fem! reader

word count: 10, 280 (yes this is a whole ass novel don't bully me)

content warnings: threesome, no m x m, soft dom!felix, soft, possessive jisung, pet names (sweetheart, love), they call reader slut, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal penetration, pussy job (barely), double penetration (both holes lol), fingering, overstimulation, cum swallowing, unprotected sex, creampie (use protection kids!),

let me know if i missed anything in this one-shot bc i tend to miss stuff! if you want to skip to the smut, scroll to the white heart divider! but i promise the build-up is worth it ((;

You had never been more nervous than you were at this moment. Your stomach was so filled with butterflies, you were scared they might fly out of your mouth in the form of something more solid. You had been waiting for tonight for the past three months, ever since you and your best friends bought tickets to see your number one favorite band in the world.

Black Petal.

You took a deep breath, your fingers playing with the bottom of your black velvet miniskirt.

"Are we going to drink tonight?" One of your two best friends asked from her spot next to you.

You all had taken an Uber to the concert venue, which was about half an hour away from your shared apartment.

You rolled your eyes. "No, we're not babes. We want to remember this night for the rest of our lives! We can't be drunk for the entire thing."

Your other best friend, who sat to your right, nodded. "We definitely shouldn't be drinking. This is going to be the best night ever, I don't want the only thing I remember to be the toilets. Not like last week."

"That's so real," you agreed.

The car finally pulled up to the entrance of the venue and stopped. The kind driver opened both doors for the three of you, and you piled out and into the line, which had already started outside the door.

"I can't believe we got here four hours early, and the line is already this long!" One of your friends complained as you got behind the fifty or so people who were already waiting. "Should I beg some of them to let us go ahead? What else is my pretty face good for?"

"Maybe we could sit on the ground and wait? These heels hurt my feet so bad," Your other friend suggested hopefully.

"We should flash the security guards, maybe they'll let us in," you joked.

You and your friends claimed that you were each like thunder, lightning, and rain.

You were the thunder, loud and a natural leader. You liked to share your opinions, and didn't care what other people thought about them. You wore whatever the hell you liked, said what you wanted, and were known to flirt around with any man within your reach. Of course, you left your friends' guys alone, but everyone else was fair game. A few people might find you obnoxious and over-the-top, but what was the fun in being liked by everyone?

Your second friend was lightning. She wasn't nearly as loud, but her personality was bright, and she made herself known in her own way. She didn't like to be the center of attention, but she was the most loyal, supportive friend who would die for those she loved in an instant. She always got scared of your crazy plans, but went along with them without question. Everyone loved that girl. You swore she'd done the impossible in getting everyone on her side.

Your last friend was rain. She could be quiet sometimes, or loud and lively at others. She was the mom friend, telling you off after you had all gotten punished for your insane ideas. But you knew she always had a great time, even if she wouldn't admit it. Sometimes people found her to be a bit of a party pooper, but what no one knew was that she had the best sense of humor out of anyone you'd ever met.

Thunder, Lightning, and Rain. That was you and your friends.

Finally, the line started to move as people were let inside.

The three of you started jumping up and down. Or rather, you and Lightning jumped up and down while Rain sighed, humoring you. She still held your hands though, and a smile was hidden behind that stormy face.

You were all let in, and immediately raced towards the pit. There was no assigned seating for your ticket tier, and you had hoped to get as close to the stage as possible.

You found standing space almost at the front of the pit, mere feet from the stage. Only two other people stood in front of you.

"Holy shit, how did we get so lucky??" Lightning squealed, hopping around and clapping her hands together. Her hair, which was pulled in two ponytails on the side of her head, bounced up and down as she jumped.

"I hope they notice us," you said, staring at the stage. The fact that your favorite band, consisting of eight of the hottest men in the world, would be standing on that stage in the very near future, was mind-blowing to you.

"They'll notice the two of you screaming at the top of your lungs," Rain laughed. "Maybe they like the mysterious one though. That's what I keep telling myself, at least."

"Maybe they'll see me because I'm taller than you both!" Lightning exclaimed. "Even with sneakers, I'm still taller!"

"Oh shut up," you rolled your eyes, nudging your friend with a fake pout. "Everyone knows guys like short girls!"

"Yeah, we're closer to the ground, that's good for other things too," Rain smirked, and you gasped playfully.

"I didn't know you were so dirty-minded!" You teased.

"Yeah, ewe!" Lightning pretended to cover her ears.

"What?? We look hot, even I can admit that!" Rain insisted.

Along with your velvet mini-skirt, you wore a cropped glittery gold tank top, with a loose neckline that scooped so low you had initially been afraid of a nip-slip. That would probably make headlines. You wore black boots with three-inch heels, just in case there were tall people standing in front of you. Thankfully, they were each about your height, so you'd have the perfect view.

Lightning wore an entirely light blue ensemble, consisting of a gauzy dress that hit three inches above her knees, with matching light blue leg warmers and blue sneakers. She hated high heels, and boasted that she could afford to wear comfortable shoes because she always towered over everyone anyways. Her hair was tied with matching light blue ribbons. She looked like a leggy piece of cotton candy.

Rain wore a black silk slip dress with lace along the bottom and top, and four-inch stilettos that you had no idea how she could walk in without face planting. She always wore some sort of heel, because she insisted she could watch the two of you better from a higher vantage point, even though it was just a couple of inches. Her hair was tied in a bun on the top of her head, making her look even taller. Still, she was shorter than Lightning.

"We do look so hot," you said decisively, running a hand through your hair, which was in a half up, half down style.

"There's no way they won't notice us, huh?" Rain's eyes gleamed with excitement. As calm as she usually was, you knew how crazy she could be when it came to Black Petal.

"They're just so amazing, aren't they?" Lightning sighed, closing her eyes as if she was imagining them in front of you right now.

"I can't believe they're actually going to be here," you agreed as you stared up at the stage. They had to be coming any minute now, right?

Suddenly, the lights dimmed so low it was practically pitch black, and music started playing.

"Holy shit!" You exclaimed, covering your mouth with one hand and grabbing onto Lightning with the other. Rain gripped your forearm so tight you thought it was going to fall off.

Then, the lights flashed back on, and all eight members of Black Petal were standing on stage, looking so hot you almost sobbed.

To the right of the stage was Changbin, the drummer, his hair mussed like he'd already been head-banging for the past hour. His arms were fully exposed in a leather vest, showing off those dizzyingly huge muscles that made your mouth water. In front of him stood Hyunjin, the rhythm guitarist. He wore a black Celine tank top that draped his lean-muscular frame perfectly. He licked his full, perfect lips as he grinned out at the crowd, like he knew he was hot.

In the middle stood the two vocalists, Jeongin and Seungmin. Jeongin donned a black suit jacket without a tie. Half of it was unbuttoned, giving just a hint of his entirely bare chest. Seungmin wore a short-sleeved black blazer with a fitted white tee underneath, highlighting his built stomach, with his shaggy brown hair draping over his forehead perfectly.

To the other side stood Minho, the second bassist, with Christopher, the keyboardist and lyricist for all their songs, behind him. Minho had black jeans that showed off his amazing thighs, and a matching black button-up, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exposing veins and hotness all over the place. Christopher looked drool-worthy in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, a black baseball cap over his messy hair as he stood behind his instrument, those perfectly large hands ready to play.

Jisung, the lead guitarist, and Felix, the first bassist, stood a few feet away from Minho. Jisung, who stood next to Felix, with his curly brown hair so long it almost covered his eyes, looked stunning in a suit, with a tie loose around his neck. Felix wore a black tank top and a loose-fitting fishnet long sleeve that still showed off his perfect arms and collarbone. His blond hair, which graced the nape of his neck, showed off his perfect skin even more, and you thought you fell in love right then and there.

They all looked fucking incredible.

"Hello Seoul!" Seungmin yelled, from his spot at the front of the stage.

The three of you screamed so loud, you knew your voice would be gone by the end of the night.

"We're Black Petal, and we're so excited to be here performing for you tonight! We've got some really special songs lined up, and we hope you enjoy them! Now who's ready to rock??" Seungmin looked around the stadium, which was completely sold out.

The entire room shook with the yells and screams from each and every person.

"I don't think they sound very excited, do you Seungmin?" Jeongin grinned at his bandmate, and they both shook their heads.

"We wanna hear you louder, Seoul!" Jeongin shouted, and the stadium boomed again with the crazed cries of their fans.

"Hell yeah!" Seungmin smirked at the crowd, and your heart stuttered at the sight. Damn that man and his famous smirks.

The band started off with one of their most well-known songs, and you, Lightning, and Rain squealed like little girls. You started jumping and singing along to the music, just the same as everyone else.

But you barely noticed those around you as you gazed up at the eight men on stage. The way they held themselves, the way they moved, entranced you. They were hot, and they knew it.

Jeongin and Seungmin came closer to the crowd, taking their microphones off the stands and singing right up next to the crowd, on your side of the stage. Holy shit, were your idols really standing a few feet in front of you??

Seungmin's chocolate brown eyes reflected off the hot stage lights, his blazer all the way open and his white t-shirt practically glued to his chest from sweat. Normally, you found sweat disgusting, but you just wanted to pull him closer and-

"Holy shit, he's looking at me!" Rain covered her mouth in a silent scream as she stared at the other vocalist, whose jacket was so loose it was practically all the way open. She was usually so calm, it was crazy seeing her so worked up.

Jeongin grinned down at the crowd, and it really felt like he was looking right at you guys. Maybe he was.

Before you could react, he was reaching down, that perfect hand of his inches away. He grabbed Rain's hand, pulling her so close to the edge of the stage that she had to stand on tiptoes to keep contact. Her cheeks were so red you thought she might burst a blood vessel as she stared up at Jeongin, who kept singing with that perfect voice of his, all the while staring at her like she was the only girl in the room.

"Holy shit she's living her main character moment!" Lightning gaped at her friend, twisting one of her ponytails around her finger over and over again. "Ugh, I'm so jealous!"

Before she could complain anymore, Seungmin, who stood next to Jeongin, winked down at her, and she instantly silenced, her mouth agape as she waved her free hand at him. He just chuckled and walked back to the center of the stage.

Jeongin, who had finally let go of Rain's hand, much to her chagrin, followed his friend. They put their arms around each other's shoulders as they finished out the first song.

"Holy crap girl, what the fuck????" You screamed at Rain, grabbing the hand Jeongin had held. "How was it?? What did it feel like??"

"I think I blacked out!" she gasped, staring down at her hand in awe. "Was that real?? This is a dream, this has to be a dream!"

"Seungmin stared right at me, I swear he did!" Lightning giggled, eyes following the second youngest band member like he was a juicy piece of meat. "He's sooo hot, and those eyes!"

You sighed inwardly. You were so glad your friends were getting so much attention from the band. Of course they were, they were gorgeous! But you couldn't help feeling a little left out. Did the guys not see you standing there too? You knew you were a catch. If your friends were getting noticed in this crowd of thousands, was it really that crazy to hope they might notice you too?

The second song started, and this time the bassists and guitarists came out front. Minho and Hyunjin stood next to each other, with Jisung and Felix on your side.

They started off with a crazy guitar riff from Jisung, which had all the girls practically melting down when he finished, his hair hanging in front of his face, a tired yet elated grin on his face. Felix followed with a funky bass riff that had everyone's jaw on the floor. When the full song started, the rest of the guys joined in force, their instruments a part of them as they played.

But even though you were supposed to be paying attention to all of them equally - and you did love all of them - you couldn't keep your eyes off a certain curly haired brunette and blond-haired bass player.

And somehow, they seemed to sense your heated gaze. Both of them looked up in unison, and your eyes met theirs. As if in synch, they both grinned at you, before approaching the crowd, just as Seungmin and Jeongin had.

But this time, both of their gazes were fixed entirely on you, like you were the prey and they the predator. Your entire mouth dried up like someone had forced you to eat a bunch of cotton balls.

You tried to swallow and bring some moisture back, but with two of the hottest men you'd ever witnessed just staring at you, it didn't work.

"Hey beautiful," Felix whispered, that deep voice instantly sending shivers down your back and heat to your center. He wasn't miced up, so no one could hear what he was saying. Your friends stared at you, eyes wide with shock and excitement.

"What's your name?" Jisung chimed in, running a hand through that perfect hair of his. His voice was softer than Felix's low one, but it still sent your heart thumping, your brain going fuzzy.

You could barely get your name out over the screaming of the crowd. With both of them so damn close, everyone was freaking out.

But out of all the people there that night, Felix and Jisung were talking to you. They were asking you what your name was.

You might be going crazy, but... from the way they were staring at you, to Felix's Adam's apple bobbing and Jisung's arms flexing, were they interested in you?

Jisung repeated your name, the word sweet like syrup rolling off his tongue. You understood what Rain said now. This felt like a dream. None of this was real. You were going to wake up in bed absolutely devastated in the next couple minutes.

Felix motioned for you to come closer, and you accidentally shoved the girl in front of you out of the way so you could stand next to them

"S-sorry!" You exclaimed, but you weren't really paying attention. This was a once-in-a-lifetime moment.

Minho and Hyunjin were carrying the bass and guitar while their members were distracted. They kept looking over at Felix and Jisung, a little confused about what they were doing, but they didn't try to stop them. They probably thought they were just interacting with fans, a usual occurrence at their concerts.

But there was nothing usual about this. At least not for you. You hoped they didn't flirt with all of their fans.

Felix leaned in so close to you, his lips brushed the curve of your ear, one of his hands coming down to caress your cheek. You visibly shuddered, and you could feel his mouth turn up in a pleased grin.

"Meet us backstage after the show, won't you Love?"

You couldn't say anything, your brain going completely blank as you tried to process his words. After a moment, you found it in you to just nod in agreement.

"Good," Felix stepped back, giving Jisung a conspiratorial nod, before turning back towards the stage and continuing to play, as if he'd never stopped.

Jisung waved at you with a cheeky grin before following Felix back to his spot.

You stared after them, unable to even sing along despite this being one of your favorite songs.

Was this really happening? Did the Lee Felix and Han Jisung just ask you to meet them after the show? Or so you assumed, based off the "we" Felix used when he invited you.

You weren't stupid. You knew what they wanted.

"What did they want??" Lightning gasped from next to you, grabbing your wrist so tight you thought the circulation might cut off. "They were whispering in your ear!!"

"The way he touched your face was so hot," Rain gushed.

"He wants to meet up with me after the concert," you said breathlessly.

"Oh my gosh????" Lightning squeaked. "Can we come with?? Maybe some of the other guys want to meet us too!!"

"Both you and Jisung?" Rain covered her mouth. "That's so hot."

"I know, I'm kinda freaking out right now," you said in as calm a voice as you could muster.

"Did you say yes?" Lightning breathed. "Please say you said yes."

"Who do you think I am? Of course I said yes!" you laughed in what you hoped was a cool-girl laugh.

But holy shit.

This was something you had, admittedly, fantasized about. After all, who didn't think about sleeping with any of the members from Black Petal? They had all gone viral not just for their looks, but their insane talent as well. They were known as the best rock band in Korea. Anyone would die to be in your position right now.

But they wanted to sleep with you. You sure as hell weren't going to turn down that offer.

The rest of the concert went by in a haze. You enjoyed every second of it. Every song, all the funny banter they had between each other. You sang at the top of your lungs, jumping around with your friends. You watched as some of the other members came over, notably Minho and Hyunjin, who also seemed to take an interest in your friends. They grinned at you with an almost knowing look on their face, like you were off-limits or something. You couldn't quite tell what they were thinking, but you didn't mind too much.

Because you still couldn't take your eyes off of Jisung and Felix.

The two stayed next to each other for most of the concert, which was a nice excuse to get to stare at them both the whole time. You could see Changbin and his perfect arms as he played the drums. Christopher with his big, calloused hands on the keyboard.

But really, you were just watching Felix and Jisung, who now stood in front of them. You weren't sure if you were imagining it, but it felt like they looked your way a lot more than they looked at everyone else. Every time your eyes met, your cheeks heated up. Their gazes were hot and heavy, like they were communicating their desire to you without words. But you didn't look away. Even with these literal celebrities, you knew when a man was into you. You were known to enjoy the attention of as many of them as possible, and they were no different.

Quite the opposite, in fact. It was somehow a million times hotter to have caught the attention of two of the biggest celebrities in the country. Men who women flocked to.

Now, even just for a night, they were yours.

The show ended with a bang.

"Thank you so much, everyone! This was Black Petal!" Seungmin called. The entire group waved goodbye, the crowd yelling and cheering, before the curtain closed, and they were gone.

People started filing out of the concert hall, but for a few minutes, you couldn't move. Had that all really just happened? Were you about to go out there and meet the band? Specifically Felix and Jisung?

"C'mon, let's go!" Rain nudged your arm, and you started from the contact.

"You're gonna take us with you to meet the band, right?" Lightning giggled, playing with her hair again. "I can't believe they actually talked to us! And want to meet us!"

You nodded, linking arms with each of them before making your way slowly through the crowd, and towards the stage. They wanted you to meet them back there, right? You just hoped it wasn't all a big joke, and security wasn't ready to tackle you when you showed up.

But apparently, the band must have told everyone that you were coming. Security just nodded at you as you headed backstage, as if they knew you personally. Their manager, a short woman maybe ten years older than you, stood outside their dressing room door.

"Hi!" You said as confidently as you could muster. "I'm-"

"I know, please come in," the woman nodded to all three of you before unlocking the door and letting you inside.

The room was surprisingly spacious for being wedged backstage. It was at least twice the size of your apartment, which you had to admit, wasn't large to begin with. The lights were headsplittingly bright, so much so that you had to squint. Two tables sat by the door, with a dozen or so chairs around each one. Another table was filled with snacks and drinks, and three half-full pizza boxes. There was a couch in the middle of the room, which looked surprisingly comfortable. A few managers paced around the room, talking on their walkie talkies to people outside.

Then you saw them.

All eight men were halfway done changing, and they were wandering around in lounge pants, no shirts to be seen. While they looked exhausted, they were comfortable being only half clothed. Holy hell. You could barely keep yourself from raking your eyes down each of their bodies.

Let's be real, you failed, miserably.

Jisung was the first to notice you. When he turned around, a slice of pepperoni pizza in his hand, his handsome face lit up like fairy lights. His eyes turned to half-moon crescents, his smile bright and excited.

"Hey, you made it!" He motioned you over, and you had no choice but to obey. It was like an invisible force was pulling you towards him.

Felix noticed the two of you almost instantly. He finished his slice of pizza, licking his pointer finger in an almost pornographic manner before approaching you, a sly grin on his face.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, his clean hand coming to rest on the small of your back. Your eyes widened, but you didn't say anything, nor did you move out of his grasp. You didn't want to react so openly in front of his band mates, or even your friends, who knew basically everything about your sex life.

"What did you want with me?" You asked, trying your best to keep any sign of nervousness out of your voice. You sounded a lot more confident than you felt. How could you be, when two of the men you were literally obsessed about literally stood right in front of you?

Felix raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and Jisung, then back again. "I don't know much about you yet, Sweetheart, but I didn't take you for an idiot."

Heat flamed up your face, and you crossed your arms. "I could just leave, if you're gonna be mean. I get enough dick as it is without yours in the mix."

Felix let out a hoarse laugh, taking a sip from his water bottle. His eyes now glowed with a newfound interest.

Jisung instantly reached out and grabbed your wrist, shaking his head as he brought you even closer to him. You could smell a hint of his cologne, which smelled like woodsy pine, mixed with his sweat. Heat emanated off his bare skin like an open fire. And you were the moth, drawn to it.

"Don't leave, Love," he said softly, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. "Lix is just messing around, aren't you Lix?"

The blond-haired male shrugged and nodded, the hint of a grin still playing on his lips.

"I kid Sweetheart, I kid. We just want you so badly, we were impatient. That's all."

The hand that had once rested on your back replaced itself again, squeezing lightly.

"So, tell us about yourself," Felix's hand moved to your side and started rubbing, an inviting smile replacing that crafty look he'd donned a few seconds ago.

You paused, unsure of what to say. Why would these men, who were literal superstars, want to learn about you?

But you stopped your self doubt before it could go any further. They had gone great lengths to invite you and your friends here. If they were asking, you had to assume they were actually interested.

Besides, you were an interesting person, weren't you? You had an exciting life. Friends. Money. A good job. Who wouldn't want to get to know you?

"I work as a divorce lawyer here in Seoul," you said proudly, feeling more comfortable as you started talking about things you knew. "I graduated with my law degree last year, and I was hired straight out of an internship at the law firm. Those are my two best friends over there, and we go out together all the time. You guys are our favorite band, we love you so much," you couldn't help but gush, cheeks heating at the words.

"We love to hear it," Felix purred, leading you over to the cushy leather couch, which was still vacant. His hand immediately came to rest on your left thigh. Jisung claimed your right one, his head resting on your shoulder as you continued to speak.

"Outside of work, I go out clubbing, I love dancing. I love animals, and I volunteer at the animal shelter on the weekend," the words spilled out of you, as if you had known these men for a lot longer than a short thirty minutes.

"We saw you dancing to our music," Jisung grinned, his lips ghosting the nape of your neck. "It was pretty hot."

"We couldn't keep our eyes off you, Sweetheart," Felix nodded, his hand squeezing your leg.

"I-I couldn't stop looking at you guys either," you stammered against your will, but both men seemed to delight in your nerves.

"You ready to get out of here, Love?" Jisung asked, sliding his hand into your hair now, fingers dancing across your neck.

"Where are we going?" You asked, confused. Were they really just asking you to find somewhere to fuck them? Smooth.

"Our hotel, of course," Felix's lips slid down your neck, dusting kisses all the way down to your chest, and up again.

Your breath stuttered as you tried to get your bearings. You rubbed your thighs together as covertly as you could, wetness already pooling in your panties, but judging by their satisfied smirks, they both noticed. "I-what about my friends?" Was all you were able to choke out.

Felix glanced over at them. "I think they'll be okay. They're in good hands."

You watched the rest of the group out of the corner of your eye. Rain was chatting with Jeongin, who had shown her a great amount of interest during the show. Christopher had appeared at her other side, offering her a slice of pizza, as if you three hadn't just eaten before the show. Changbin watched them with an interested expression as he drank from his water bottle, those biceps flexing as he leaned against the table next to him.

Lighting was being cornered by the three remaining men. Despite being almost the same height, she looked small next to Minho, who had his arm propped up against the wall. He looked like he was interrogating her, based on the way her eyes widened further and further the more he spoke. Seungmin was watching them, an amused expression playing across his lips, while Hyunjin had his back up against the wall on her other side, his face barely a few inches away from her face.

They certainly looked like they would be fine without you. You could afford to leave them for the night. It wasn't like they weren't used to it. You all had sex lives.

You just had one more question. You weren't sure if it would make this whole situation even more awkward, but you had to ask.

"And... I would be leaving with the two of you?"

Both men looked at each other, similar smiles painted across their uniquely handsome faces.

"We're a package deal, Love," Jisung was the one to answer. His voice was calm, innocent even, as the two men stood up and started to put shirts on.

But you saw that hungry glint burn both of their eyes.

You knew you were in for a crazy night.

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The short Uber right over to their hotel was torture. You could barely walk to the car you were so aroused, and when you finally got in, sandwiched between both of them, they refused to keep their hands off you.

It was pure heaven, if heaven was simultaneously physically painful. Jisung, being the possessive man that you were learning he was, had pulled you so close you were basically sitting on his lap, his hands roaming all over your back and ass, his lips leaving kisses against the outside of your tank top, not caring if he left wet marks. Felix had slid over next to you, sucking harshly on your neck as he slid your already short skirt up so high it was bunched around your waist, soaked panties exposed.

"Fuck, you're already so wet and we haven't even done anything," Felix snickered, his fingers ghosting over your pantie-clad core.

You shook beneath his stare, trying to move your hips against his curious hand. But he denied you, moving away right as you tried to satisfy your hunger.

"Be patient, Sweetheart," he slid his hand under your chin, bringing his face so close to yours, you could smell the mint gum he was chewing. Those dark eyes bored into yours, his alight with desire. You bit your lip and he groaned, pulling away and running a hand down his face.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he groaned as he sat back in his seat.

"It's only a few more minutes," Jisung encouraged you as he continued pawing at the front of your shirt. You slid a hand into his curly hair, your eyes closed as you pulled your lower lip into your mouth.

You could be patient. Because something told you it would be worth the wait.

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The three of you could barely make it inside the heavy wood door of their hotel room. Jisung had fumbled with the key, trying to get it to scan, for much longer than normal, before shoving the door open and dragging you to the couch, which sat in the middle of the soft white carpet.

The lamp in the living room automatically turned on, bathing the three of you in soft orange light.

The room was uncharacteristically large, with the bed situated in the corner, a tv a few yards in front of it. The entire place was the definition of lavish.

However, you scarcely had time to study the place, before Jisung, always impatient, pushed you onto the couch and straddled your hips, coming to hover mere inches above you before placing harsh kisses all across your neck, along your shoulders, your chest.

"I-I can't wait," he breathed against your skin, his fingers tracing your collarbones like they were masterpieces, his mouth coming to land on yours in a bruising kiss.

You immediately reciprocated, kissing back with equal reverence, opening your mouth and pressing your tongue against his lips, asking for entrance. He obliged, making soft, almost desperate whining noises as you explored him. He tasted of strawberries and desire, and you moaned against him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

"Have you forgotten about me already, Sweetheart?"

Felix, who had taken his time removing his shoes and fixing his hair, approached you, a disdainful look on that gorgeous face of his.

You had never thought Felix would be sadistic, or mean in any way, or any situation. In fact, he, along with Jisung, were known for being the sweet, nice ones of the group. The reality - at least in bed - was so far from that, it sent shivers down your spine. What else would surprise you tonight?

"No, of course not Lix," you cleared your throat, trying to keep the thudding of your heart in check. "How could anyone forget you?"

Jisung grinned at his friend apologetically. "We just got carried away, Lix. She's all yours," he glanced at you, that same glint appearing in his eyes again, "for now, at least."

You reluctantly unwrapped your legs from his waist, your core already pulsing with need. You just needed one of them - ideally both, but you'd take whatever you could get - to satisfy your needs.

"There's my pretty girl," Felix grinned wickedly down at you, his eyes crinkling up at the edges, his freckles barely visible in the dim hotel light. "I think we've done enough waiting now, haven't we?"

You found yourself nodding furiously, your hands reaching out to beckon him closer. He followed, approaching you like a starved animal.

When he got close enough, he gripped your waist with such force you let out a squeak of surprise. His lips smashed against yours with even more strength than Jisung's as one of his hands wandered up your shirt and ripped it off, leaving it a mangled tangle of threads as he threw it onto the ground. You were left in your lacy black bra, your nipples fully exposed to the chilly air. They instantly turned to stiff peaks, as they brushed against the front of Felix's plain white t-shirt.

You whined at the sensation, clawing at his back, desperate for more contact. You continued to kiss him back fervently, moaning needily into his mouth over and over again.

His teeth came out to bite your bottom lip and suck on it in an almost caring manner, taking the time to explore every crevice of your mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging as if you wanted him to let go, when you wanted anything but.

"Ji, Ji, please touch me," you gasped, breaking the kiss with Felix to look up at the other man, who was sitting and watching you in a chair a few feet away. "I-I need you both."

Felix smirked down at you. "One man isn't enough, is it?"

"You're more than enough Lix," you assured him, and he closed his eyes, his entire body shuddering at your words. "But I want you both, if you're offering yourselves."

"We are," Jisung said instantly, coming to your side, pulling the cups of your bra aside and latching onto your left nipple. He started sucking and licking like his life depended on it, as Felix started moving down the length of your body to your core, which was still pulsing with desire.

"Please Lix," you begged, although you weren't sure for what, your hand still in his hair as he gazed up at you, eyes so blown out they were entirely black.

Felix pulled your skirt off, leaving you in your matching bra and panties. He gazed at you appreciatively, licking his lips once before tugging them clean off, throwing them into a pile along with your ruined top.

He spread your legs, gazing upon your soaked cunt with a smug grin on his face. If you weren't so turned on, you would have kicked him.

"Please Lix, I'll keep whining until you touch me," you breathed, using your hold on his hair to push him closer to your aching center.

"Since you've been such a good girl, Sweetheart," he murmured, before diving in.

His mouth encased your entire pussy, licking and sucking, emitting the most obscene sounds you'd ever heard. His tongue worked in and out of your cunt, one of his hands coming up to massage your sensitive clit at the same time.

You gasped, rocking your hips up to meet his mouth as he slid a finger inside of you.

Jisung switched to your other nipple, and you pulled him up for a long, passionate kiss. His hands continued to massage your breasts as Felix added a second finger, pumping them both in and out of your cunt, which was so wet it was dripping onto the couch.

"F-fuck Lix, please don't stop!" You panted, voice muffled by Jisung's full lips against yours. "Feels so fucking good."

Felix chuckled against your core, and you shook at the sensation. His tongue fucked you in and out in rhythm with his fingers as he simultaneously sucked hard on your clit, making you see stars.

"Please, Lix, I'm close!" You moaned, gazing up at Jisung pleadingly, your mouth half-parted as he watched you with such intense desire you knew you were finished.

"You wanna cum, Love?" Jisung whispered, stroking your hair as he pinched each of your nipples. "You're being such a good girl for us, just cum in Lix's mouth, yeah?"

You nodded, your eyes unable to leave Jisung's face as he reached down to touch your core as well, rubbing your clit at the same time as Felix fingered you.

And that was the end for you.

"O-oh shit!" You cried, hands gripping the edges of the couch as you tumbled over the edge, your vision going white as you came so hard, your body lifted off the couch, and you collapsed back down in front of Felix, gasping and shaking as you stared at both men in front of you.

He continued to lick and suck on your drenched cunt, lapping up every drop of release that came out of you, until you started whimpering with overstimulation. He finally let go, licking his lips and sliding back up your body to press his lips against yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, but it just turned you on further.

"Now Jisung is gonna make you feel really good, Sweetheart," Felix murmured against your mouth, breaking the kiss to slide both of his fingers, which were coated with your release, into your mouth.

You whimpered in response, watching as Jisung removed his pants and positioned himself at the entrance to your cunt, which was still fluttering with pleasure from your first - and best - orgasm.

You sucked on Felix's fingers, wrenching a moan from the man, as you watched in awe as Jisung stroked his cock once, twice, before rubbing his length up and down the entrance of your soaked cunt, groaning as the lewd sounds filled his ears and wetness began to envelop him. He was completely hard and very long, a bit on the skinny side, but so pretty. Your mouth watered, tempted to lick the bead of precum slipping across the tip.

"Please Ji, inside," you implored, gazing down at him with wide eyes.

Jisung groaned, unable to resist you. "You sure you're ready, Love?" He said, his voice low with barely-tethered control.

You nodded silently, and Jisung reared his hips back, before slipping the tip of his cock, which was positively throbbing with bridled desire, inside your cunt.

"More," you gasped, your body instantly tightening around him as he struggled to push himself further in.

Felix stood next to you, his cock uncomfortably hard in his sweatpants, creating an obvious tent right by your face. It brushed the side of your cheek, and you turned, reaching out and tugging his pants down, leaving him in his boxers. Just from the outline of him, you could tell he was huge.

"Do you need help there, Lix?" You asked in the most sultry tone you could muster, batting your eyelids up at him.

At the same time, Jisung bottomed out inside you, letting out a guttural moan as he did so, your cunt tightening around him so he could barely breathe.

"Fuck, Love," he growled, his eyes squeezed shut. He began thrusting in and out of you in quick, shaky jerks, unable to control his movements.

Felix smirked and nodded, tugging his boxers off and kicking them to the side. His cock, heavy with arousal, sprung free, and you instantly reached out, grabbing hold of the base.

He was certainly thicker than Jisung, maybe an inch shorter. The tip of his cock was angry with arousal, precum already smeared across his length. You licked your lips, eager to please.

Felix hissed an oath through his teeth, his eyes barely slits as he gazed down at you. Your body rocked back and forth from the power of Jisung's thrusts as he held your waist, fucking into you with messy shoves of his hips.

"Fuck yeah, just like that baby," Felix praised you, and your cunt tighened at his words. Jisung whimpered at the added pressure, his hips stuttering for a moment as he got his bearings.

You suck your tongue out and kitten-licked Felix's cock, tasting the salty warmth of precum spread throughput your mouth.

"Don't fucking tease me, Sweetheart," Felix spat, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you onto his length without warning.

Your eyes widened as you immediately gagged on him. He was thicker than you'd expected, and longer too. His tip hit the back of your throat, bringing tears to your eyes, but you refused to give up. You started bobbing your head up and down, sucking with just the right pressure, taking him fully until your nose hit the small patch of hair against his pelvis. You breathed in the musky smell of him, a sexy, ocean scent you were now addicted to. You pulled him out of your mouth, swirling your tongue along his tip and over the prominent vein along the side of his length. He groaned through gritted teeth, throwing his head back and thrusting himself against the back of your throat again and again, his hand still gripping your hair.

Jisung removed his hands from your hips, his fingers going to play with your clit, rubbing your already-sensitive nerves as he bullied himself deeper inside of you. He hit that spongy part deep inside of you, and you let out a tortured gasp, your cunt fluttering around him as his fingers moved faster, eagerly chasing your release. Your hips bucked up to meet his, and he almost came on the spot.

You started whimpering so loudly, your entire body shaking so hard, Jisung knew you were close. He continued to slam his cock against that perfect spot, the squelching sounds of your cunt driving him crazy p, until you squirmed underneath him, your entire body seizing up, moaning around Felix's sensitive cock, until you finished around him, all garbled whines and moans. 

Jisung knew he couldn't last much longer. The sensation of your tight pussy getting impossibly tighter as you came sent him over the edge.

"Fuck Love, you keep doing that, and I'm gonna cum inside you," he bit out, pushing the sweaty hair from his eyes as his hips continued to stutter forward, your hips still moving against him, milking him till the end.

"Please cum inside me," you whimpered softly, your voice almost unintelligible around Felix's girth.

Felix groaned, laughing as he thrust himself into your wet mouth. He grabbed your chin, forcing your mouth open further. He closed his eyes, letting out a choked grunt, before finishing down your throat. He tapped his cock on the outside of your mouth a few times, before saying, "Fuck dude, I guess you got no choice now. She's begging for it."

You opened your mouth to show both men you'd swallowed all of his warm, salty cum. Felix pressed his lips against yours, Jisung's cock getting impossibly harder. What kind of other-worldly being were you?

Jisung all but snarled, his body falling on top yours as he started to hammer into you, all sense of control forgotten. You begging for him to cum inside you, swallowing Felix's cum like the obedient slut you were, had undone him. He couldn't hold on any longer.

"Shit, shit, shit, you know what you're doing don't you you little slut," he panted, the words almost foreign on his lips as his hips turning to sloppy jerks, as he pounded in and out of your wet heat a few more times, before emptying his cum deep inside you.

You moaned loudly. Now that Felix had finished, you were able to fully express your pleasure as you bucked your hips up against him, wrapping your legs around him once more. Your throat was deliciously sore, your mouth still covered with Felix's cum, but you found it that much hotter.

"Fuck Ji," you hiccuped, teary eyes landing on the man as he gently slid out of your cum-stained pussy, collapsing on top of you. Letting go of Felix, you pulled Jisung close to you, pressing your lips against his, your hands going to his strong, sweaty chest, fingers roaming all over his body, continuing to explore him. He moved against you, not caring that you tasted of Felix's cum. In fact, he found it extremely sexy. His cock, which was exhausted from his eagerness to please you, had already begun to get hard again. Were you that irresistible? Of course you were.

"Wanna switch places?" Felix grinned in satisfaction, his perfect white teeth glinting in the orange light of the hotel lamps. "It's about time I had a turn in this gorgeous pussy."

Your cunt clenched at his words. You'd felt how big he was in your mouth. You could only imagine how big he'd be inside of you.

Jisung smirked, glancing from you to Felix. "Can I have a turn in her other hole?"

You opened your mouth to protest, but Felix shrugged before you could say anything. "That is our thing, isn't it?"

You glared at both of them, hurt coursing through you. "You do this with all your fans? That's really flattering. Maybe I should just leave you to it, I'm sure you'll find someone-"

Felix stopped your fighting words with a passionate kiss, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip as you melted into his touch.

"No one is better than you, Sweetheart," he cooed, kissing down your neck before biting on a soft vein. You whined, but didn't move.

"You better be telling the truth," you grumbled, but you had already folded. You would give these men anything they asked for.

Jisung took the opportunity while Felix was sucking on your neck like a vampire to slot his mouth against yours. He was a lot less smooth with his movements than Felix, clearly just as needy as you were.

"Mm, Ji, you taste so good," you murmured against him, one of your hands moving to each man's hair.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut at your words. "I need you again, Love," he sighed dreamily, his hand going down to stroke his cock as he continued to kiss you so sloppily, drool ran down your chin.

Felix kissed down your stomach, along your hips, ghosting against your bare pussy, and sucking your inner thighs, leaving bruises all the way.

"You ready to be on top, Sweetheart?" He smiled wolfishly at you, his mocha eyes glinting with seduction.

"It'll give me space in the back," Jisung added to comfort you, running a hand through your hair before you had time to protest. You shut your mouth, nodding obediently. Felix glanced at Jisung, impressed by his convincing skills.

Felix was about to give in anyways and flip you over onto your back, when you decided it was time to take charge instead. You weren't a dominant woman in bed, persay, but you loved the look of surprised desire in a man's eyes when you made the move on them. Seeing as Felix was clearly used to taking control in the bedroom, you wanted to shock him a little.

So you sat up on the couch, gripped his muscular shoulders, and pushed him into the couch. His eyes widened with pleased astonishment as he let himself be shoved down, his head hitting the soft material beneath him as you hovered over him. Just that look alone caused your cunt to clench around nothing, a quiet moan escaping your kiss-swollen lips.

You straddled his waist, lining his thick cock up with your aching center, before impaling yourself on all eight inches of him, taking him all the way to the hilt.

You let out a guttural moan, throwing your head back as Felix grunted underneath you, his hips immediately thrusting up to meet yours, pounding into you at a bruising pace.

You whimpered as his cock hit your g-spot over and over again. You reached behind you, seeking pleasure from the other man in the room. He was spreading lube onto his cock, prepping himself for what was sure to be a tight squeeze.

"Ji, please, kiss me," you gasped, bouncing yourself up and down on Felix's cock.

"Fuck yes, baby," Felix grunted, breaths coming hard and fast as he was already coming undone. "You think you can take control, huh? I'll let you have your fun for now, then you'll see."

Jisung wrapped his arms around the back of your waist and pressed his lips to your impatient ones. Your body was twisted around so you could kiss him, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as he continued stroking his cock. The squelching sounds from Felix fucking into your pussy mixed with the sounds of the lube on his dick was like a symphony, and your entire body shuddered from the pure hotness of it all.

Jisung slid a finger against your hole, and you moaned, your head falling against his shoulder as you broke the kiss.

"Please, be careful," you breathed, your eyes fluttering as you tried to stay present for both men, everything threatening to overwhelm you. "I-I've never done this before."

"Fuck, she's never been fucked in the ass before," Felix cock hardened impossibly more inside of you, and you squeaked in pleasure, your hips rising and falling with such intense need you didn't know what to do with it all.

"I'm honored to be your first then," Jisung murmured, nipping your earlobe before sliding a finger inside of you.

"O-oh shit," your breaths came in short, quick bursts as you tried to accommodate the foreign sensation. It wasn't painful, yet, just uncomfortable.

"Just getting you ready for me," Jisung murmured against you, kissing your jawbone as he spoke. "Don't want to hurt you."

Jisung wasn't quite as thick as Felix, but he was longer. Still, you weren't sure if he was going to fit in such a small hole.

He added a second finger, gently scissoring them in and out. You squirmed against him, gasping when a searing pain zipped through you, down your spine.

"You're doing amazing for us, Love," Jisung praised, holding your waist steady with his free hand.

"I think she's ready, Jisung ," Felix hissed beneath you, his movements becoming progressively sloppier, his brain going foggy as he became drunk on your perfect cunt. "I'm gonna bust way too fucking fast in this tight pussy, and I want both of us to be inside her before I do."

You whined, turning your body back around so you faced Felix again. You weren't sure if you would be able to watch as Jisung entered you. It was all so overwhelming, but you loved it at the same time.

Jisung's long cock prodded against your hole, and you shook against him, gripping Felix's lean, veiny arms. You had drooled over those arms for years, and now you were able to hold them, kiss them. You leaned down so your chests pressed together, your sensitive nipples brushing against his chest. You nestled yourself against his neck, breathing heavily as you fucked yourself up and down on his cock, equal parts excited and terrified for what was to come.

"You're being the perfect little slut for us, aren't you Sweetheart?" Felix's deep voice was hoarse with lust as his cock hammered in and out of you, sweat slipping between your two bodies. "You were practically begging for us to fuck you in both holes, weren't you? You wanted this."

Despite his harsh words, he lifted your chin up before mashing your lips together. His eyes were closed as he licked your bottom lip, an extremely vulnerable moment despite what was happening.

Jisung gently pressed the tip of his cock into you, and the tightness nearly took his breath away. Gasping from the unexpected pleasure, he gripped your waist as he slowly eased himself in.

"O-oh, Ji please, slower," you breathed, your eyes, which had been blissfully shut moments before, were now wide open, gazing down at Felix with a mix of pleasure and pain, excitement and fear.

Felix ran his hands along your spine reassuringly, pressing his lips against your arms, which were now propped against his chest.

"You're doing so well for us, Sweetheart," he purred, his other hand brushing the hair back from your shoulder. "You're making Jisung feel so good, he might cum early."

"Not true," Jisung growled through gritted teeth. He was trying to go slow for you, he really was. But the tight heat of your body just did something to him, something no other woman had done to him before. You were addicting. You were his.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, letting your body get accustomed to the sensation of two people inside of you at the same time. It hurt like hell, to be honest, but it was also somehow liberating, knowing you could give pleasure to two men like this.

"You can move again," you finally murmured, glancing back at the man behind you and nodding. You wanted to make him feel good. And you wanted to know if it could make you feel good too.

Jisung kept moving, watching you every second to make sure you weren't in too much pain. Slowly, he bottomed out inside of you.

You collapsed back on top of Felix, who hadn't moved once since Jisung started entering you from behind. He didn't want to overstimulate you. He found himself wanting to put your needs before his own. That was new for him.

Jisung sat there for a moment, a silent question hanging, asking if you were okay for him to move.

"P-please move," you finally got out, the intense sensations of Felix's thick cock and Jisung's long one causing both holes to clamp down on each of them. "I-I think I'm ready."

Felix didn't need to be told twice. His hand slid into your hair as he began thrusting in and out of your sopping cunt, pulling you close so he could gaze into your eyes. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had already fallen for you. He didn't want you to be with anyone else. You were his. His and Jisung's.

Jisung, with one final glance to check in on you, began moving in time with Felix's thrusts. When Felix moved in, Jisung moved out. The two of them had shared multiple women in the past, so they fell into an easy, practiced rhythm. But this time, it felt different, to both of them. Jisung could feel his heart physically ache in his chest as he gazed down at you, sweat shining off your back, your hair a mess, as you pressed kiss after kiss against Felix's neck, tortured moans spilling from your lips like a prayer.

"Please, faster," you sobbed, tears staining Felix's skin as both men had their way with you. The pain you once felt had opened up to reveal a new kind of pleasure, one you had never felt before. The sounds of both cocks thrusting in and out of you caused you to whimper, your body wracking with shudders against them.

Felix reached down between your legs, his thrusts not slowing, as he rubbed harsh circles against your aching clit, and you were undone. He touched just the right spot over and over, You whimpered his name over and over again, your hips stuttering forward, out of your control.

"I-I'm going to cum, Lix," you panted, bouncing up and down on his cock faster and faster, chasing your orgasm. You threw your head back as you tumbled over the edge, your hips bucking against him, your whole body quaking as you came down from your high.

He growled against you, his fingers dipping into your cunt before licking the arousal off of them. His hips pounded harder into you, his eyes lighting with the fire you knew meant he was close. You let him pound into you, your orgasm rising to crescendo again, his cock pressing so deep against your cervix you could feel him in your stomach. You pressed a hand against him, and he groaned loudly, his hips stuttering with pleasure. You watched in fascination as his perfect, toned abs flexed, and without warning, he emptied himself deep inside of you.

Jisung watched in fascination as the two of you came together, and his hips instantly sped up. He had tried to hold off until you came, and now that you had, he let himself free, using you however he liked.

You turned around, lasering him at him with a coquettish stare. Those entrancing eyes drew him closer to you, his hips snapping forward of their own accord as he kept eye contact. You whimpered, biting your lip and gazing at him pleadingly. He thrusted as hard as he could, his eyes screwed up, his fingers pressing so tight against you, they were sure to leave bruises on your hips.

"Fuck me Ji, harder," you begged, staring at him with those doll-eyes, your hole sucking him in further.

"L-love-" he choked out, managing a few more sloppy thrusts before releasing inside of you. He stayed inside your warm, tight body before pulling out and tugging you on top of him, completely spent.

Felix grunted as you toppled over to lay on Jisung's chest, the two men moving to sandwich you in an embrace. Despite the couch being small, you didn't mind these two lean men squeezed right next to you. Jisung, who spooned you from behind, pressed his warm lips against your neck over and over again, sending tingles down your spine. You shivered, giggling softly, nuzzling him with your nose in response. Felix, who had turned to face you from his position in front, held your waist, pulling your face close as he kissed your lips over and over, like he couldn't get enough.

"I bet you entice all the ladies with these moves, don't you?" You tried to smile at your joke, but it felt forced. You couldn't imagine what it looked like to them.

"We don't do this for anyone else," Felix said simply, tracing circles against your soft skin. "We always kick them out after."

"Right after," Jisung agreed.

"We wouldn't want to give them the wrong idea, ya know?" Felix kissed the side of your mouth, winking at you.

"Next time, I want to be in your mouth," Jisung broke in, play-pouting as he breathed in the floral scent of your hair.

You hid a smile, just shrugging your shoulders carelessly. "Will you be able to last in my mouth, Ji?" You smirked as he frowned, pretending to be hurt as Felix chuckled lowly at your words.

But inside, you were grinning like a fool.

There would be a next time.

laska's note —

wow, this was SO long and i half apologize, half don't for that. i got a bit carried away hehe. this is a late happy birthday gift to jilix so wish our men a happy birthday!

part of the story was set up, so i gave you a marker for where the smut starts! this one shot is going to be a series, with lightning and rain getting their fun too! so definitely keep an eye out for that. please leave as many comments as you'd like, i love to read them! again tysm for your support on these, they're great fun for me! love you all <33

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Pay Me Back: Part One

Plot: After losing your phone somewhere in the city, you call it, hoping the boy who answers is as kind as he sounds.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Masterlist-

Words: ~1.9k

A/n: I wish it came out a bit longer, but oh well

As you got to your friends door, you knocked before swaying on your feet. Hearing their footsteps stride to the door, you smiled as your friend appeared, but it quickly faded when they looked at you with a mix of relief and frustration.

"What?" You asked with mild panic.

"I've been texting you for like an hour, I thought you got hit by a car or something!"

"Huh?" You reached into your pocket for your phone to check it, but no longer felt it.

Quickly checking your other pocket, and then your bag you looked at your friend with panicked eyes.

"Oh no." They sighed, as worry filled their own face.

After your friend calmed you down a bit as you paced around their apartment, cursing yourself for not realizing you had dropped it somewhere, you sat down and let out a breath.

"Okay, how long ago did you start texting me exactly?"

Checking their phone, they looked over at you "Forty three minutes ago."

Thinking back on what you were doing you clapped "I was in the mall!"

"Okay let's go."

You looked at your friend with surprise as they grabbed their jacket "Really?"

"Yeah come on!"

You thanked your friend again as you walked towards the security office at the mall.

"Hey, you helped me cram for my mid-terms for three hours that one night, I owe you." They laughed.

As you arrived, you checked with the security, but they had no reports of a phone given to them. Feeling somewhat disappointed, you walked around the mall to each store you recalled going to, but found nothing.

"We could try calling it?" Your friend suggested.

"To see if someone found it?"

They nodded before dialing the number. Listening intently, but hearing no answer, you groaned.

You continue to walk around for a while, but saw no sign of your phone anywhere.

As you sat defeated by the fountain, you sighed "Try calling it again!"

Your friend sighed "We tried like five times."

"Please?!" You begged with a pout.

"Okay, okay"

As they dialed the number, you listened, but held little hope. But suddenly you heard silence before a voice spoke.

"Ah! Hello?"

You gasped as you grabbed your friends phone, making them jump in surprise.

"Hi, hello!" You said excitedly into the phone "You found my phone!"

I.N was slightly startled by the energy behind the voice, but he couldn't help but chuckle, it was cute.

"Yes, I did, just a few minutes ago."

"Are you in the mall?"

"Mall? No, I'm by a market."

"A market? Oh." You looked over at your friend "I didn't realize I had lost it that long ago." After a moment you closed your eyes tightly "I know this might be inconvenient, but do you think you could meet with me so I could get it back?" You asked nervously, hoping they weren't a jerk.

"Of course, I don't mind! Where do you want to meet?"

Your heart leapt in your chest as you grinned, thank God they're nice, not to mention his voice sounded quite attractive. You shook your head lightly, trying to ignore the thought.

"Do you know the cute two story cafe near that market?"

"Yes, I go there a lot! I'm not that far from there."

"Do you think you could wait there for me?"

"No problem."

"Amazing, thank you so much. I will be there as quick as I can!"

As your friend waited in their car outside, you walked into the cafe. You felt nervous for some reason, uncertain of how this would go.

Your friend made jokes abut the guy being a creep, or asking for money, and it only made you more nervous. You reminded yourself however, of how nice they were over the phone.

'It'll be fine.' you thought to yourself.

The man, who told you his name was Jeongin, said he was wearing a knit brown top, and had dyed blue hair. Your eyes cast over the people sitting around. You started to get worried, before you finally spotted him towards the back of the cafe.

'Oh no, he's cute' You felt yourself suddenly grow even more nervous before realization washed over you.

As he looked around, but missed you, you got a full look at his face and realized you had seen him before, here at the cafe. He said he came here a lot, and now you knew that to be true. You had never spoken to him, and you don't know if he ever noticed you, but every time you saw him, occasionally with his friends, you couldn't help but note how attractive he was.

Walking over, you swallowed, fighting back your anxiety.

As you stopped in front of him, you cleared your throat lightly "Jeongin?"

I.N looked up at the sound of his name. As his eyes landed on you he felt his heart skip and his breath hitch. He knew you. Well, he didn't know you, but he had seen you here a dozen times before, and always thought you were cute.

Seungmin and Hyunjin had come with him once and they caught him staring at you, they teased him relentlessly for it. He couldn't imagine how they would be now.

He nodded "Y/n?" he asked in response and you smiled, nodding.

He felt relief wash over him, yet a shyness as well as he sat up a bit. The name suited you.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out your phone, and he saw relief wash over your face. He smiled at it, thinking how cute you looked before he told himself to shut up.

"Thank you so much"!" You said happily as you took your phone.

"You're welcome" He chuckled softly "I lost my phone a few weeks ago, I know how terrible it feels."

"Oh, did you find it?" You asked with sudden curiosity.

He laughed and nodded "Yes, luckily."

"Oh good." You smiled before suddenly feeling shy. Looking at the drink in his hands your eyes lit up "Let me pay for you're drink for you, as a thank you!"

I.N lifted his hands up "No, no it's okay. I already paid for it anyways. I don't need anything."

"Are you sure? I feel bad for making you come here to give it to me."

He smiled brightly at you and you felt butterflies. "It's okay really, I promise. Not every kindness needs to be repaid."

You hummed and bit your lip lightly and I.N felt as though he might fall out of his chair.

You hesitated a bit as you spoke, wanting to linger, but not wanting to became a nuisance. "If you're sure, then I suppose I should go."

Your eyes met for a moment and you felt your breath hitch, as I.N felt butterflies in his stomach. You gave him one more shy smile before you moved to leave.

Suddenly Jeongin felt a panic wash over him "Wait."

He spoke suddenly and it came out much louder than he intended, he was afraid he freaked you out. But you stopped and looked back at him with a soft yet curious gaze.

He almost forgot to speak as he felt surprised at himself, luckily finding some courage he spoke again "Are you sure you have to leave?"

You felt a bit stunned, as your ears started to burn "What?" You asked softly, curiosity filling your voice.

"Can I buy you a coffee?" He said suddenly.

You turned back towards him as an amused smile crossed your face "Didn't I just offer the same thing?"

I.N felt his neck burn hot as he laughed, looking down in embarrassment. You found it endearing, and you couldn't help but giggle softly.

He cleared his throat a bit as he looked up at you "I know how you can pay me back."

You rose your brow, waiting, uncertain.

"Let me buy you a coffee."

Your heart was beating so hard, you were afraid he could hear it. But as he stared earnestly up at you, though with an obvious nervousness in his eyes, you nodded, somewhat stiffly.

"Alright."

He seemed a bit stunned that you agreed as he spoke "Really?"

You nodded and smiled "Yeah. Oh- but my friend is waiting out in their car for me. I should go tell them I'm gonna stay, okay?"

He nodded silently before you quickly turned and headed out of the cafe. He watched you go, his chest tightened as he looked back at his coffee. He felt his smile fall as he sighed, his chest clenched painfully. He had a feeling you weren't coming back.

What would happen if you did run? Would he see you in the cafe again some day? Would you recognize him and get embarrassed? Would you feel guilty?

Running up to your friends window, you tapped on it with a smile.

As they rolled down the window they eyed you "Did you get it?"

You nodded and showed them "I'm gonna stay okay?"

"Stay?"

"Yeah, he wants to buy me a coffee." You said with a shy smile and your friend gawked at you before they smirked.

"So he's cute?"

"Shh!" You laughed "But yes. It's actually that guy I told you about before! That comes into the cafe a lot."

"The blonde?"

"He was blonde, but his hair is blue now, it's cool."

They shook their head but laughed "Quite a coincidence that he's the one who found your phone. Maybe it's fate?" they wiggled their eyebrows as they smiled

You rolled your eyes, but the idea made your heart flutter.

"Are you sure you're okay though?"

You nodded and grinned "Yeah he seems really nice. I'll text you if anything happens."

"Good and bad?"

You chuckled "Yeah, sure."

I.N let his mind get so distracted, that when you suddenly sat back down across from him, he nearly jumped in surprise.

You smiled softly at him as you got comfortable. You saw the surprise on his face and tilted your head "What?"

He sat up straight "No, nothing, I just got distracted" He chuckled, a bit embarrassed that he thought so badly of you so quickly.

You smiled sweetly at him and felt shy all over again.

"I've actually, uhm, seen you in here a few times before." he said quietly.

Your eyes got wider as you nodded "I've seen you too!"

"You have?" He asked quickly his voice a bit more startled than he meant.

But you just chuckled softly "Yeah, I didn't think you had noticed me."

"How could I not?" His eyes suddenly went wide as he spoke before he thought again.

You stared at him a bit bewildered, but your face flushed slightly as you smiled shyly.

Practically running from his embarrassment, he stood up with an awkward chuckle "Let me get you a coffee, what would you like?" He spoke rushed, obviously still embarrassed by his own comment.

You smiled with soft amusement as you told him your order, watching as he went up to the counter.

You watched him as he ordered, and when he glanced back at you, seeing you watching him, he looked away bashfully, obviously hiding a shy smile. You noticed the back of his neck grow a bit more red.

You giggled softly to yourself as you looked down at your hands. Maybe losing your phone was worth the panic after all. Thinking back to what your friend said, you smiled. And maybe it was fate too.

xx

Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad, @sourmooonlight

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader render by: @661ave

part THREE

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You start to think that you’re going mad, losing your mind bit by bit. You are constantly looking over your shoulder because you feel like someone’s gaze is glued to your back. Your eyes wander all the time, seeking to spot anyone who looks suspicious, who might stare at you for too long or linger nearby a lot, not letting you out of their sight.

The messages haven’t stopped and anytime you talk with someone for longer than five minutes, you receive another one. As a result, you begin to avoid everyone. You leave the conversation before it even starts. When someone approaches you, you excuse yourself, and if you can’t find a reason to disappear, you nervously grip your phone in your hand, waiting for it to buzz and alert you to yet another harassing text, telling you what you should and shouldn’t do.

However, after a full week of being alone, avoiding everyone and everything, your phone becomes silent. The anonymous texter ceases to send threats, luring you into a false sense of security.

Perhaps it’s all over. Maybe the stranger grew bored because they didn’t expect you to follow their rules, and since you do, they realised it’s no longer amusing to screw with you.

When another week goes by without the video being leaked, you convince yourself that it’s all really over. You even deleted the cursed conversation hoping it would also erase the entire incident from your mind and make you forget about it all.

Everything was getting back to normal. So when Vanessa, one of your friends, invited you to a small get-together before everyone leaves the base for the holidays, you gladly accepted the invite, eager to socialise with some people instead of spending yet another evening on your couch with a bowl of popcorn with eyes glued to the screen.

The small gathering turned out to be more of a small party. You all met up in the abandoned wing, where all the empty offices that nobody used anymore were, and where, across the hallway, in the other room, you and Ghost fucked. Though you tried not to think about it, refusing to let that video, and the memory of that night, consume your thoughts and stress you out when you came here tonight to unwind and have fun.

At first, you felt a little uncomfortable because you knew only a few people.

Vanessa kept bringing you drinks, which you never turned down, even if they were a touch too strong for your taste since you preferred sweet, colourful cocktails over some cheap booze. But you weren’t the one paying for the alcohol, so you didn’t complain.

Charles was also present, but you did everything possible to evade him, treating him as if he were a plague. Ever since your last conversation with him, you felt awful for running off and leaving him, and although he said nothing about it then, the following day, or even now, you’ve decided it’s best to stay out of his way.

When your phone buzzed, paranoia washed over you for a brief moment. Your heart dropped. And you had to take a deep breath before unlocking it, but when you saw that it was just a battery warning, you exhaled, scolding yourself for scaring yourself over some silly notification.

“Here’s another one.” Vanessa blocked your path as you attempted to shuffle to the corner of the room without being seen. “I noticed your cup is empty. Again.”

The corner of your lips lazily tugged upwards, and you offered her a smile, which continued to linger on your face.

You didn’t think it was a great idea to drink more because you were already dizzy. Your vision was blurry and your surroundings swayed. However, you savoured the carefree feeling that wrapped around your body, not wanting it to fade away, as you accepted the drink from her.

“Thanks.” You nodded and took a sip. Well, more like a big gulp. The drink was sweet, you could taste the pineapple juice, but it was also very strong, and whatever alcohol was mixed in, it burned the back of your throat, causing you to cough a little.

“Easy there.” Vanessa laughed, curling her fingers around your shoulder. Her hand then softly rubbed your back, dropping when you stopped coughing. “There’s no need to rush.”

“True.” You nodded, taking another sip. “But this one… is my last drink tonight.” You raised the cup a little. “I’m cutting myself off. I don't want my tomorrow's hangover to become even more unbearable than it already promises to be.”

You continued to chat with Vanessa. A few more people joined it, and you didn’t even realise how quickly the time started passing.

When your cup emptied again, you excused yourself and left the crowd behind to head to the bathroom.

You wandered down the empty hallway. The absence of noise was a balm for your pounding head, providing a much-needed moment of tranquillity.

As you rounded the corner, the sound of heavy footsteps reached your ears. You came to a halt far too quickly and had to steady yourself by placing your hand against the cold wall. After you looked over your shoulder, you noticed a figure approaching you.

Ghost.

He was walking fast. You instinctively stepped to the side, pressing your back to a closed door. You expected him to acknowledge you, to stop, and perhaps say something. But he strolled by you without sparing you a glance; his eyes didn’t settle on you once.

For some reason, you felt a little disappointed. You had no reason to be expecting anything. Just because you slept together quite a while ago, it didn’t mean he was required to talk to you. Even if you secretly wanted him to.

You couldn’t get Ghost, and him ignoring you, out of your mind. No matter how hard you tried to shift your thoughts, clear your head and think of something else, it didn’t work. So when you were making your way back, after deciding that another hour at the party wouldn’t hurt, you weren’t paying attention and bumped into someone.

“Shit. Sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” The words spilled out of you and you dropped to your knees when you realised the person had dropped a folder on the floor.

“It’s okay. I wasn’t paying attention either.”

You picked up a few pieces of paper and raised your head. Your eyes widened a little, and a heat rushed to your cheeks when you realised you had walked straight into Price.

You knew who he was, and that Ghost was in his squad, but you were very certain that Captain did not know who he was talking with. But that didn’t matter, and it didn’t change the fact that you had a silly crush on him. Almost every female soldier at the base did: he was a handsome, slightly older man with a British accent, who didn’t go out of his way to chastise soldiers in a harsh manner just because he could, and because no one would ever dare to say anything to him.

“Thank you, love.” He said when you handed him the folder. The colour of your cheeks deepened, becoming a brighter shade of red, and you had to sink your teeth into your bottom lip to keep yourself from grinning like an idiot.

You were drunk, blushing and desperately wanting to drag out the conversation, to make it last longer, and maybe hear him call you love again because the way the nickname rolled off his tongue made you melt and feel giddy.

Thankfully, Price didn’t appear to be in a hurry, either. You fiddled with your fingers anxiously, your tongue sliding across your bottom lip as you attempted to think of something to say. But it was difficult to put words into sentences and then actually utter them out loud, so silence crept in and you remained mute.

He observed your bright red cheeks as his eyes wandered over your face. His lips formed a smile. You were very sure he could smell the booze on your breath, so you were surprised when he didn’t say anything about it.

You exhaled disappointedly when he told you he had to go. You were still at a loss for words. And you kept your mouth shut to avoid embarrassment by saying something dumb.

“Have a nice evening, love. And watch where you’re going; you don’t want to run into anything else and end up hurt.”

He laughed, and you chuckled, nodding your head and stepping to the side, allowing him to pass and walk away.

You watched as he vanished out of your sight.

As you began to drag your feet down the hallway, silently humming to yourself and replaying your interaction with Price, wishing that alcohol would have turned you bolder and more confident instead of making you lose your ability to speak, your phone buzzed.

You groaned, thinking that it was another notification, alerting you about your low battery; you didn’t have a charger to remedy the annoying problem, so it probably would have been quite wise to turn off the sound.

However, when you unlocked your phone, you lost your balance and almost fell. Instantly, a wave of nausea surged through your stomach, causing it to churn uncomfortably. The familiar sensation of anxiety crept up, manifesting as a tightness in your chest that made it hard to breathe. Paranoia gripped your mind, while an overwhelming sense of being watched loomed over you. It felt as if invisible eyes were boring into your back. You felt paralyzed, your body was immobile, but your hands still trembled as your eyes scanned the words on your screen.

[aettuddae]

hole in one — chapter 47.

⌕ synopsis: at one of the most prestigious universities in the country, where everyone is battling to be the center of attention, yu jimin is just a regular. people want her because of her beauty, but all she cares about is sharing her freaky stuff with her friends and passing her subjects. although there's one thing that might push her out of her comfort zone, revenge. when nakamura kazuha, one of the richest and most well-known students of NCU, starts to spread gossip about her for thousands of followers to see, jimin decides to get back by taking away the thing kazuha cares about the most: her perfect girlfriend, the young golf star, kwon haru.

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[half written chapter]

they paused the movie and both got up from the bed. while they were engaged in a conversation about the group they liked, they went to the kitchen of karina's apartment and started to prepare popcorn. once they put it in the microwave, they stayed there and waited for it to be ready.

haru laid her body on the kitchen counter, while jimin stood in front of her, moved and paced from side to side as they talked and laughed.

"okay, haru, the exodus album is good, but it's general culture that ex'act is better." she contradicted her new friend's opinion.

"exodus is a legend, it's a cult album." defended the guest.

"ex'act too!" she exalted.

"but ex'act doesn't have el dorado."

"and exodus doesn't have artificial love." jimin folded her arms.

the conversation was generating excitement for her, so haru needed to move. she propelled herself from the counter and approached the other girl, who was already ecstatically wandering around the kitchen.

"exodus has transformer!"

"ex'act has heaven!"

"just admit it already, mine is better." haru held jimin by the shoulders and shook her lightly as she played desperate.

"never! i won't tell lies." the blackhaired, still in the athlete's grip, brought her hands up to her shirt and grabbed it in two fists, making the motion of lifting her up like in the movies they do to traitors.

"just now you're telling lies!" exclaimed haru jumping up and down on the spot, irritated that she couldn't win the little argument they were having, causing jimin to laugh.

"you're lying." she undid one of her fists that were still holding the girl's clothes and used her finger to point accusingly at her, pressing it into her chest.

haru clicked her tongue and looked to the side feigning indignation, but immediately let out a chuckle. jimin raised the finger she had aimed at her and stuck the pad of it to the girl's jaw, then pushed her face so that she would face her again.

"face your enemy, ssem." challenged the younger girl furrowing her brows to mimic a threatening grimace.

"you think i don't dare?" she raised an eyebrow, competing with her.

they were too close, jimin's hands were spread across haru's body, and she was securely holding her too. the eye contact and the challenging atmosphere, even if it was in jest and because of a stupid topic, made jimin feel a desire in her that, a little bit, even hurt.

it felt like if she didn't do something to calm herself down, she would burn from the inside out, or something would tear her in half to free herself from within her body.

she could feel her own breathing getting heavier and heavier, and she had to push harder and harder to get the air in. time felt slow and that disturbed her,

how long had she been in haru's personal space?

she thought that from the outside she might look normal, but she felt as if her body was melting in front of her friend, as if she was choking, bathed in sweat and the desperation that only a person who doesn't understand what is going on inside her can have.

she had to appease that feeling and the only way she found was to slide her hands up haru's chest, collarbones and neck, until she reached her face and held it firmly between her fingers, then let her body fall forward, with the intention of meeting her lips on the way and being able to capture them between her own.

she could feel nothing but a brush and suddenly there was silence, cold, calm.

she hadn't thought about the possibility of putting out that fire in her own forest with a simple bucket of cold water. but haru had.

"i don't dare, i don't dare, i don't!" cried kwon, after moving her arms to grab jimin's hands and detach them from her clothes, to then walk away.

the owner of the apartment stood in the center of the kitchen, stunned, her cheeks and entire body on fire. while the sportswoman had shot away from her to the other side of the room, now finding herself practically glued to the wall.

"karina..."

she kept on adding distance, boundaries, and obstacles on that meter, or a little less of it, between them.

"yes, i know, sorry." she voiced, coming out of her trance, back into her body, to reality.

"i have a girlfriend." she remembered. "and not only do i have a girlfriend, but i love her. and that," she waved her hands in the air towards where she was, almost as if to blame her. "that's wrong."

"i know, haru, i... shit!" she was intercepted as she looked at the microwave and saw that they had forgotten the popcorn, which was now, literally, on fire.

"fuck, fuck, fuck!" haru ran to help her get the food out of the appliance.

after putting out the flames with a dishcloth and then extinguishing the dishcloth by throwing it on the ground and stepping on it, they were able to remove the bag, or what was left of it, from the device, which fortunately had not been damaged as they realized about the incident in time.

"shall we go buy some more?" proposed jimin looking at the burnt pieces.

"jimin."

"haru, i won't try to kiss you again." she put the container down thunderously on the table. "it was a moment of confusion, i guess i'm still happy because you helped me, and i misunderstood because we got along really well." she picked up the remains of the rag from the floor and moved towards the garbage bin, where she threw it. "i already know you have a girlfriend and you love her, it's not going to happen again." she assured. "i don't even want it to happen again."

karina worried that the first thing she thought of after saying that last sentence was: lies.

"just friends, okay?"

"yeah, sure." she gave haru a comforting smile.

but why did it bother her so much when haru tells her they're just friends?

(!)

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[dream-meister-translations]

PERSONA 5 : THE PHANTOM X

PERSONA 5 : THE PHANTOM X BETA - PART 3

━

━TUTORIAL FIGHT BEGINS━

JANOSIK : How is it that you seek to destroy this enemy? Transform your overflowing desires and release it!

━TUTORIAL FIGHT CONTINUES━

RUFERU : Seems you've already got the hang of it! You don't need my help anymore, just do what you gotta do!

JANOSIK : This power is yours to wield, unleash thyself and revel with glee!

━TUTORIAL FIGHT ENDS━

RUFERU : Phew! Looks like we beat 'em without any trouble. I was gonna guide you, but you figured it all out on your own. I really didn't expect you to awaken your Persona so easily.

WONDER : My persona...?

RUFERU : Yeah, that's what we call that power you just used. It's an ability that only those who confront and acknowledge their deepest desires can control. 

RUFERU : From now on, you won't be "stolen" of your desires. Come on, let's get the heck outta here! This is a shadow hot spot. If we stay here too long we will be attacked by shadows! 

WONDER : A shadow hot spot?

RUFERU : Dude, we can't talk about it right now. If we die here, I won't be able to answer all these questions you got.

WONDER : That's true...

RUFERU : Good to see you got a brain in there. Can you also use your legs and run? That battle probably alerted the other shadows. We gotta get out of here. Now!

Ruferu runs in the opposite direction.

WONDER : (Persona...Shadow hot spot...This is all too much...Oh...I better catch up to Ruferu he's leaving me behind...)

-

As they are running down the corridor shadows block their path and they both take up a fighting stance.

RUFERU : Guess this is a good time to teach you about the most efficient ways to take down shadows. You should only approach when a shadow has taken on it's weakest form. If you catch 'em off guard you'll be in a good position. There's our chance!

━TUTORIAL FIGHT BEGINS━

RUFERU : Some enemies have specific weaknesses. We need to pick the right element to target those weaknesses. Seems simple enough right?

RUFERU : Strike while the iron is hot!!

━TUTORIAL FIGHT CONTINUES━

RUFERU : The enemy is down, seize this opportunity to hit it where it hurts! 

━TUTORIAL FIGHT ENDS━

RUFERU : Nice work! Now let's get a move on!

-

RUFERU : Oh no! There's a big one up ahead! Could it be...Well, take this just in case it should help you recover in battle. C'mon! 

Ruferu tosses Wonder a Decent Curry, which he effortlessly catches and puts in his pocket.

-

RUFERU : We're getting close to the exit. Just a little bit further and we'll be back in your world. 

Ruferu stops in his tracks and holds out his arm to stop Wonder from walking. 

RUFERU : Wait a sec...I can sense a strong shadow...

A giant shadow raises out of the ground, it has giant chains that it secures in place in concrete. It appears to be a skull with purple flames coming out of it's eyes. Ruferu and Wonder are pushed back by the might of the shadow. Covering their faces to protect them from the impact. 

RUFERU : No need to hold back this time. Fighting this guy like we did the others won't work. 

RUFERU : Show yourself, Rob Roy!

Ruferu steps forward and touches his chest. Blue flames ignite from his body revealing his Persona. 

RUFERU : Here's a piece of advice...We are the ones who stand here having lost everything! If you intend to block our path, we will take everything from you and continue forward. We will taint you in crimson! 

The shadow's eyeballs fall out of it's skull, revealing two large balls on chains with sharp snake-like teeth. They lunge toward Wonder and Ruferu. 

━TUTORIAL FIGHT BEGINS━

RUFERU : We can't afford to take another hit like that! Heal up! 

━TUTORIAL FIGHT CONTINUES━

RUFERU : Another powerful attack is coming! Use your defensive move to block it! 

RUFERU : Well done, Wonder. That was impressive!

RUFERU : I'll leave the finishing blow up to you, Wonder! Decide how to handle it according to your own desires!

━TUTORIAL FIGHT ENDS━

RUFERU : I really wanted to get out of here without a fight. We need to gather information before we take on anything in the Metaverse...

RUFERU : Well, all was not lost. I got to see you in action and assess your abilities. You passed with flying colors!

RUFERU : Which means I can start giving you assignments immediately. 

WONDER : Assignments...?

RUFERU : The exit is right up ahead. Once we get outta here I'll explain. 

-

The two continue on their path until they run into a woman with a hat on her head filled with items. 

RUFERU : Is that a shadow!? If so I don't sense any malicious energy...Seems like she's only interested in selling us those items in her hat. I guess she's a shadow keen on doing business. 

RUFERU : We'll come back and visit her later. We need to move quickly. 

WONDER : I want to go take a look at what she has...

RUFERU : While I totally understand that desire, our top priority right now is to escape this place. 

-

The two of them are teleported back to Tokyo. 

WONDER : (Am I...Back in Shibuya...? My clothes are back to normal too...Huh...)

Ruferu flies into Wonder's face and he flinches backwards at the sight of the owl. Visibly startled. 

RUFERU : Did I scare you? Seriously? We've already seen each other before.

WONDER : Ruferu!? 

RUFERU : That's right! The one and only! 

RUFERU : Anyway, we should go our separate ways for the day. People are staring and I don't wanna attract too much attention. I'll come find you when I have an assignment for you! Oh, and I didn't forget, I owe you answers to those questions!

WONDER : (What on earth is going on...Guess I should head home for now...)

Arai is seen standing a good few meters behind Wonder, she is shocked to see him.

MOTOHA ARAI : Wonder!? How did he just appear in Shibuya like that...!?