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formula1neverleft · 2 years

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Il Predestinato - Charles Leclerc

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female! reader

Summary: Post Spanish GP

Charles doesn’t want pity. He just wants you.

Warnings: smut, praise kink central, swearing

Some posts that *inspired* me: BASED ON THIS GIF AND THIS GIF ALONE (creds to biscottifosi)

Song Recs: Cosmic Love by FLorence + the machine // Disconnect by Clean Bandit // I Never Learn by Lykke Li

Author’s note: *dodges tomatoes* okay guys i know people are waiting on some of my other wip’s but this had to be done it was out of my control really. This is a work of fiction and not a reflection of the real people involved!! Not proofread. Feedback is very much appreciated!! Enjoy xx

Words: 2k (short and sweet)

Barcelona, Spain, May 22nd 2022

Charles had long since learned that he couldn’t blame himself for an engine failure.

To be fair, he couldn’t even blame the mechanics or the team as a whole.

Over time, it became clear to him that every single person was putting their heart and soul into their work, and sometimes things don’t end up the way you had expected them. Sometimes, life just wasn’t fair.

Despite knowing all this, he couldn’t help the hollow ache in his chest as he made his way back to his trailer after finishing his interviews.

In passing one of the screens in the media penn, he caught a glimpse of Max gaining the lead, and Charles quickly redirected his gaze towards his own feet, hoping they could carry him to his destination faster so that he wouldn’t risk running into anyone else who would undoubtedly give him a sympathetic pat on the back, maybe even a “tough luck, mate” to accompany the gesture.

Charles knew their intentions were good, but it was the last thing he needed at this very moment.

He’d seen you too, right after he had gotten out of the car, giving him a comforting smile as you gave him the space and time to shake hands with the mechanics first.

You knew him better than anyone else, and he silently thanked you by shooting a wink your way as you turned on your heels and disappeared from his view.

Charles closed his eyes in appreciation of the cold air that washed over him when he entered his trailer, as he leaned his back on the closed door and basked in it for a short while.

He had almost forgotten how hot he’d been in the car, and somehow even hotter during the interviews, having to voice his obvious disappointment time and time again while being asked the same questions way too many times.

At this moment, he felt like he could breathe again for the first time since stepping into the car.

When he opened his eyes again, you were there. Leaning against the doorframe that led to the small bedroom section of the trailer, wearing nothing more than one of Charles shirts that rested barely halfway down your thighs.

Yeah, you really did know him better than anyone else.

“You okay, baby?” you asked sincerely, unable to hide the worry that always formed whenever he had a tough race, whether it was his fault or not.

“No, i’m not okay” Charles said with a sigh as he pushed himself off the door and started closing the distance between the two of you.

“but I don’t want pity” he continued, now so close to you he could rest his forehead against yours.

“you know that’s not what I need right now” he concluded as he finally connected your lips together. He wastes no time, pushing you up against the wall, hands planted firmly on either side of your head.

His tongue explored your mouth, passionately but not too much, never too much. Before he met you he had never considered himself an above average kisser, but you had always praised him for it, and now it was all Charles could think about when he kissed you.

As you recoiled from him in desperate need of some air, he focused his attention on your neck, kissing and licking all your sweet spots as his hands drifted lower, playing with the hem of his shirt before trailing them upwards slowly.

You tried your best to not get lost in how good he was making you feel, knowing that after the day he’d had, he needed you to talk to him.

To tell him how good he was being.

“feels so good Charles, I love your mouth” you spoke as your hands made their way into his hair, pulling and stroking, leaving his hair even more messy than was already the case after wearing his helmet. A small noise of appreciation left his lips at your praise, and in response, he pulled you with him into the bedroom. The bed was barely big enough to fit one person, let alone two, but you knew a way or two to get around that problem.

“Sit down, baby” you put your hands on Charles shoulders and pushed down slightly, prompting him to sit down on the bed, facing you.

You hands made quick work of getting him out of the race suit that was tied around his hips, fireproofs following soon after. You took the time to look at him, lips swollen and parted, his hair a mess, drops of sweat still visible on his temples. He looked beautiful, and desperate.

“You did so good today,” you continued as you eventually freed him from his boxers. He was already so hard, drops of pre-cum leaking onto the trail of hair that strailed from his belly button to his crotch.

“you did so good that I’m gonna suck your dick for you, but you knew that already when you got out of the car, didn’t you?”

You could see the effects your words were having on him, his breathing getting even heavier, his lower lip clenched tightly between his teeth. Deciding to give him some much-needed relief, you get to work. Leaning your head slightly on his thigh, you give the side of his cock a few slow licks, focusing on one side and then the other.

He was moaning now, a continuous stream of whimpers leaving his lips, his mouth falling open as his eyes screwed shut.

Then you took him into your mouth fully, hands taking care of the part of him that you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Occasionally, you took him as deep as you could, hands holding onto his thighs as your head bobbed up and down. Charles’ hands found their way to your hair, getting it out of your face and into a make-shift ponytail as you doubled down on your efforts, a few barely intelligible “thank you’s” coming from his lips.

The noise that filled the room was absolutely filthy, a combination of your mouth and his moans, as you made a conscious effort to remember the sound for the next time you were alone and missing Charles.

Eventually, you leaned back and let him fall from your mouth, continuing your praise of you got up and started to undress yourself.

“Pole position and led the race, had all of the drivers behind you praying for your engine to give out, ‘cuz they know that’s the only way they were beating you” you said as you pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you just as naked as Charles was now.

“Lay down for me”

Charles immediately obeyed you, laying himself down on his back, not letting his eyes stray from you even for one second.

“Max is still out there trying his best to scramble some point now that you’re not there, while your here, about to fuck me so good, aren’t you?”

Charles was barely able to mutter out a “yes, baby” as you settled on top of him, just enough room on the narrow bed to fit your knees on either side of him.

“He probably wishes he was here right now instead of in that car, but this is only for you, Charles” you said as you finally sank down onto his cock. He looked unreal, eyes watering from the pleasure and cheeks flushed red as his mouth momentarily formed a teasing smirk, knowing you were getting off on this just as much as he was, but it was quickly replaced with a low whine as you started to move. The moans that you both let out simultaneously were obscene, but you quickly found your rhythm and regained your composure enough to continue your praise.

“ next time, you’ll be on that podium again, and if it's not next time then it’ll be the time after that, because you were meant for this, baby, you know that right? What is it they called you again…Il predestinato?”

As soon as the words left your lips, Charles dug his hand into the skin of your hips, his knuckles turning white in the process.

“Call me that again” he muttered as his hands helped guide you in your rhythm, transitioning into a slow grind, feeling him so deep inside you that it made your toes curl.

You repeated the word a few more times, feeling him twitch inside you each time.

Before you could continue however, you felt the beginning of your orgasm blossoming, and instinctively Charles removed one of his hands on your hips to place his thumb on your clit to help you get there, knowing the exact movement and amount of pressure that you liked.

“fuck yes, please make me cum, Charles, yes-” you pleaded as you firmly grabbed hold of his wrist to keep him there.

“You look so pretty like this, mon amour. You’re making such pretty noises for me, am I making you feel that good, huh?” Charles suddenly switched it up and decided to praise you for a change, and all you could do was nod before your orgasm washed over you as you buried your face into Charles’ neck, riding out your high as you spasmed around him.

All Charles needed to follow suit was you saying his name over and over again as you game, followed here and there by a lewd “so good, baby”, as he came too while holding you down firmly onto him.

The only noise in the room was now your pants as you lay there in silence for a few minutes, basking in the post-sex haze. Both of you now sweaty, skin sticking to each other and his come dripping from you as you leaned forward slightly, his cock still half-hard when he pulled out of you.

Charles closed his eyes as his fingers trailed lovingly up and down your spine, making goosebumps arise in their wake.

“You know you’re more than just the number of points on that championship board, right?” you said earnestly as you looked up at him.

“Yeah, I know” Charles answered, giving you a comforting smile and a kiss on your forehead

“ As long as I have you, I can handle it. We can make it through anything, together”

His words made tears prickle the corner of your eyes, but Charles was quick to follow up his sentimental comment with a joke.

“I will ask the team to DNF more frequently if it means that I get this kind of consolation prize,” you quickly responded by giving him a playful jab to the ribs.

“Ow!” he replied melodramatically, causing you both to break out in a fit of laughter.

A few more minutes passed before you spoke up once more.

“Are you ready to go back out there? race is probably over by now”

“Just give me a few more minutes here, ma cherie” he replied as he closed his eyes, not ready to face the world outside of the trailer just yet.

You didn’t have to be told twice, and laid your head down on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart underneath you.

You could stay here forever if he wanted to

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melloraconteur · 4 months

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Day 015. | Temperature Play

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Synopthesis: You tend to run hot, Ghost knows how to cool you off.

Cont. reader is female, reader is referred to as "wife", "pretty girl" and "Sweetheart", Soft Ghost

Word Count: 307

Not edited or proof read.

Simon knows you tend to run warmer than the average person. He knows this because you are his spouse, someone who has seen him through his years in the military and is there for him in his retirement.

He has known you run hotter than most people for years. He knows how to cool you down when things get too steamy too.

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SImon grabs an ice cube from the bowl that he had brought in from the kitchen for this exact reason. You were bare on the bed, a blindfold keeping you from seeing what he had planned for you.

"Simon?" You ask, worried for a moment that the man had left you to do other things. "Right here, pretty girl." He says, his baritone voice soft just for you. "Gonna cool you down sweetheart." He says, lowering himself between your thighs and letting his hands massage your thighs for a few moments. He knows you need a bit of time for your sensitivity to go down enough for him to play with you again.

After a few moments of massaging you, he pops an ice cube into his mouth, wincing at the sudden coldness before licking a stripe from your slit to your clit, grinning at the way you jump and let out a weak moan.

Simon goes to town on eating you out, replacing the ice cube in his mouth with another when it melts, pushing in his fingers when you command him to. You cry out as you orgasm, your cunt wet and slippery as Simon cleans your cunt with his cold tongue, a blessing and a curse to you.

He pulls back when you pull at his hair, telling him it's too much at the moment. He pulls you into his arms, satisfied when he notices that you aren't as warm as before.

Wrote by Melloraconteur. Do not modify, repost onto other sites, or translate

#late kinktober 2023 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #cod mw2 x reader #simon ghost riley smut

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local-crying-boy · 27 days

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Pietro MaximoffX GN!Reader

Shakes and shivers

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Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Gender Neutral!Reader, romantic relationship established

Genre: One-shot, fluff, winter-time imagine

Warnings: quick little idea I thought about that I just wanted to write about, weak ending but I just wanted to get this out of my drafts.

Summary: it’s cold in the compound, you being unable to get warm and comfortable again, call over your boyfriend, Pietro, to come give you cuddles.

Word count:

A/n: It was cold when I started writing this and I was in need of something to cheer me up in the winter months. Even though I only finished writing this in Spring

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It was cold. Of course it was. And, of course, despite Stark’s abundance of money, the boiler broke and there was no source of heat throughout the compound. It would have been fine if you were up and about doing things like the rest of the team, but you were done with training, hell, you were done with the day.

It was already quite late in the day, not too late that most of your team were heading up to bed, but not early enough that you were able to do things such as training. You’d been in your pyjamas, curled up in your room, shivering ever so often because your bed had been annoyingly by the window. Despite the rain pattering outside your room, hitting the sides of the window, you weren't all that relaxed as others when listening to the sound.

It hadn’t taken long for you to get fed up of the cold, huffing out when you felt your body tense for far too long. You were quick to text Pietro, telling him to come to your room, ready to justify your reasoning if he asked you why.

Though, that time never came. You should have known. He had raced to your room as soon as he read that to come over. The air swished around your room, when you looked up he was already there, that stupid, lovable grin on his face.

"You called for me, dragâ?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

You quickly patted the space beside you in the bed, looking up at him with a frown. "It's cold."

The speedster only let out a laugh, flopping onto your bed beside you and turning on his side with his hand propping up his head. He was looking at you with that stupid smirk of his. "Oh? So you want me to warm you up, is that it?"

"Stop looking at me like that." You huffed out, moving closer to him so that you could feel some of his warmth.

The man usually ran warm, he was always doing something - well, he was always running around - and, in result, his body ran hotter than the average person from his continuous movement. A lucky thing for you.

He let out a small tut, but he did not hesitate in wrapping his arms around your shivering frame. "I suppose I could help you out, dragâ."

"You suppose?" You exhaled out, shaking your head, but there was a hint of amusement in your voice. "It's your job as my boyfriend to help me."

He laughed at that, his chin resting on your head, before he moved down and inhaled the scent of your shampoo that lingered in your hair. "I didn't know I signed up for this job, you know."

"Good to know I've enlightened you now, 'Etro." You grumbled out into his chest, already starting to warm up with the blanket around your body and now Pietro's arms around you.

Masterlist

Pietro Maximoff Masterlist

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1000punks · 6 days

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bonding. //nsft extras/headcanons

under the cut! ⇘ ⇘ ⇘ cw. for graphic descriptions of a nsft nature!

sfw here!

festé is a bit of a pleasure junkie, both giving and receiving. as such, every stray moan that comes from their pale elf's mouth is something they want to replicate over and over again; it really is like a drug to them whether or not they show it outright

they are well aware of their likes and dislikes in the bedroom, but are also keen on trying everything at least once. "I won't know if I like it or not if I don't give it a try, will I?" they shrug.

festé is also very much partner-focused (it's just how they are based on their past): lots of eye contact, studying star's movements and microexpressions to make sure he is feeling good

festé is totally blind-sided that star is also very partner-focused, and has to contend with being receptive to pleasure

both of them are working on the "experience a little bit of selfish pleasure once in a while, jeez!" front

this kind of leads to a battle to take the lead, i feel; with festé yielding first most often, then star settling down a bit and yielding as well once they do

besides the unnamed noble in //melting., star is the first person festé's ever had an orgasm with 👀 (they have absolutely done it solo)

speaking of //melting., festé can slip almost every wrist tie star puts them in, but they don't because they're all about their lover being comfortable (plus it feels good)

when festé tops they would rather not be touched as much: very service top/stone top energy

when they bottom they want hands all over them, aggressive grabbing, manhandling, choking, fingers in their mouth, the works

the more star opens up to festé, the less theatric and more quiet he becomes in terms of noises: a growl versus a soft moan against their ear, for example

sometimes when they're in missionary he slows way down when he looks into their eyes, and does the sleepy slow blink while he moves his hips

festé usually reaches up and ruffles his hair when he does this and his breath hitches when they do

he adores burying his face in their neck while he's inside them, he can feel their pulse against his lips and against his length and it makes him m e l t

star used to feel searing pain over his scars whenever a lover touched them before (and i would say as someone with scars, a tight prickling sensation that occurs randomly/during weather changes/when clothing rubs wrong), but festé's got a very light, warm touch that soothes the feeling almost completely

(along with that, now that he's more comfortable with intimacy he prefers to be shirtless when sleeping; and sleeping on top of festé on his stomach with the covers pushed down to his waist) <- not nsft but the people need to know! 👏🗣️

star never had a prostate orgasm before this, and it completely blew him away. he's a little scared (read: embarrassed, shy) to ask festé to do it again.

something absolutely feral takes him when he feeds right before (or during) sex: he wants to be as deep inside of them as possible

and usually, he grabs and clings, keeping them flush against his hips so that it's hard for either of the two of them to move; savouring the feeling and the way festé clenches around him

he likes overstimulating them for this purpose! the little shocks of their muscle spasms feel so good on his cock! good golly!

festé has a forked tongue and it drives star n u t s. not only when they're going down on him, but when they're licking over his earlobe, or his neck, into his mouth

the temperature difference is just apparent enough to both of them that it makes for some very interesting sensations (i hc that tieflings run a degree or three hotter than the average human/humanoid; but karlach for example is a special case due to her engine)

speaking of, star often feels a little warmer/sweaty whenever they have sex, or even just after sleeping together and he's not used to it

they have had sex on every flat surface in the house besides star's workshop, the armoury, and the stovetop (even in the garden, in front of the carrots!)

festé clings with their tail, whatever limb of star's they can curl it around; or sometimes it will flick against his leg or hip when they're going particularly rough

they both love oral. festé because they love the cool feeling on their lips and tongue 👀 and star because he gets to be face first in their scent and taste. both of them are messy eaters, as it were.

both can also go a few days or weeks without sex, and just enjoy each other in comfy clothes or naked. the closeness is really what matters.

#.txt #.fic #i'm all pointy ears #oc: festé #fic: bonding.#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #bg3 smut #bg3 astarion #astarion acunin #astarion bg3 #astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x tav #astarion x named!tav

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callsign-bunnie · 5 months

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You know what I'm here for. I want that Gazalex AU you mentioned in a comment on your AO3 (I'm being a bad influence)

I already had this written when I received this ask, I'm not even gonna lie to you. Witch!Omega!Gaz and Pastor's Son!Alpha!Alex, smut, very very mild angst, dubcon if you squint rlly hard

It was June in the South, it was going to be hot. But.. fuck, did it have to be scorching? Alex was laying in just his boxers on the bed and he still felt like he could feel sweat rolling down his spine. It was a random thought, but he was so insanely grateful that his rut cycle had lined up that he wouldn’t have one until at least August.

Even with the fan full blast, Alex still could feel the heat surrounding him and pressing down on his body, coating every inch of his skin with obnoxious warmth. His father refused to waste money on AC, so that wasn’t running and wouldn’t run until July, at least. Alex didn’t really consider this fair, since his father was older and anemic, and both Alex and his mother ran hotter than the average alphas and omegas, but whatever.

But, it was a Friday, he didn’t have work, and he had nothing else to do but lay face down on his bed in the direct airflow of a heavy duty fan he blew about half of a paycheck on, and wait for his mom to cook dinner, since he’d just had lunch.

“Alex!” His father yelled, now banging on his door.

Wonderful.

His father was an aggressive alpha, so it was best to not keep him waiting. Instead, he got up, yanked on jean shorts and a tee shirt, and opened the door, doing his best to look polite. “Yes, sir?”

“John Price and his family are finally getting moved on, Selma Green just called me and told me. Now, as you know, his father used to be very generous to the church and town, so we want to make a good impression on him so he may continue this tradition.” His father stated, his voice gruff and his stance firm. He was pastor of the Church, so he always had to look commanding.

Alex… wished he could compare in his own, but he’d never managed. Maybe one day he would, but Alex didn’t think anyone found him intimidating or commanding. His best friend, Ghost, certainly didn’t.

Ghost, an atheist, and Alex weren’t really supposed to be friends. Their fathers hated each other, and Ghost wore black eye makeup despite being an alpha and listened to “satanic” music. However, he was funny, really down to earth, and the only person willing to be friends with Alex. All of the other teenagers had been worried Alex would tattle on everything they did to his father, who would in turn tell theirs. But.. Alex wouldn’t. And he never did.

Ghost had been very excited, as hard as it was to believe, about John Price moving in. Alex hadn’t had been able to get a straight answer as to why out of him, but he knew that Ghost was incredibly excited.

His father, and most of their small town, had been, as well.

So, Alex knew exactly what his father was about to do. Regardless, he nodded. “Alright… What do you need me to do, then?”

“Go and greet them, obviously. You’re my son, it’ll be seen as an act of goodwill!” His father said, as if the answer was obvious. To be fair, it was to Alex. “Dress nice, don’t dress like a delinquent. And don’t you dare consider taking that freak Riley with you.”

Alex resisted laughing because that had been exactly what he planned to do. He was still planning to go right by Ghost’s house and see if he wanted to tag along, since he was more than sure that Ghost would.

Instead, he solemnly nodded, ignoring the way his father’s eyes rolled, and smiled. “I will. I’ll get dressed and head right up there.”

“Good. Your mom said you can be late for dinner if you get caught up.” Alex’s father nodded, and then turned and left without another word.

Alex knew he was a disappointment to him, but he could have said goodbye.

Instead, Alex just changed his clothes as quickly as he could before rushing downstairs, kissing his mom on the cheek when he went through the kitchen. “I’ll try not to miss dinner.”

“Don’t appear rude by rushing away from them.” She immediately scolded, and Alex had to resist rolling his eyes. “We want them in the Church on Sunday, worshiping the Lord.”

“Yes, Mama.” Alex sighed, softly. She didn’t say goodbye, either, as he left, and he just shook it off as he went to his car, sliding into the driver’s seat. It was a nice car, the Pastor’s Son couldn’t be driving a clunker around. Before he got driving, he called Ghost. Both were the same age, too, and had gone to high school, together. But, Ghost lived alone, and Alex still lived with his parents.

He’d move out, eventually, hopefully sooner rather than later, but for now… It was just more convenient to stay at home. For the most part, unless he was being pushed to make a good impression on the town’s people, he was left alone by them. More alone than he’d like to be.

“I’m guessing this call has nothing to do with John Price finally arriving?”

Alex laughed, immediately, since Ghost knew him, or likely his father, very well. “Do you want to go, or not?”

“Obviously I want to go, Keller. God.”

Alex winced at the small amount of blasphemy and then laughed, again, as Ghost hung up the phone, starting to drive finally. He didn’t really know where he stood on God. He’d like him to exist, he thought it might sound nice. But… a lot of things added up less and less.

Ghost lived fairly close by, right on the edge of town, in a small apartment building. It was a nice little building and Ghost had already offered for Alex to move in with him when he finally moved out, but… if Alex moved out, he was leaving this town. He was getting far away from there. Maybe he’d move to the coast, live right by the ocean. He didn’t know, he hardly cared.

Ghost was sitting on the curb as Alex slowed by the apartment, and he immediately got up and jogged to Alex’s car, getting in the passenger seat. Neither greeted the other save for a short nod, before Alex was getting back on the road to John Price’s house. “I’ve heard he has three omegas with him. Two that are his kids, one that isn’t.”

“Rodolfo.” Ghost answered, nodding. “He’s under the old man’s care.”

“You know him??” Alex asked, surprised. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Know is a strong word. But… Sort of. And, I didn’t want your dad to find out.” Ghost sighed. “I knew you wouldn’t have told but…”

Yeah, Alex’s dad had a few ways of finding things out if Alex knew them. Went through his phone, which was why Ghost and Alex only called, talked to anyone he talked to. Hell, the others had been more likely to tell on Alex, rather than the other way around. So, Alex couldn’t find himself being that angry about it. “I get it.” Alex sighed, softly, and then shook his head. “So, what else do you know?”

“He’s older than he looks.”

Alex glanced at Ghost, raising an eyebrow, but he was only met with a shrug. “Cryptic. Great.” Alex shook his head, sighing. “Anything else?”

“His sons are named Kyle and Gary, both are omegas, but they go by Gaz and Roach. Both are adopted.”

“Ah.” Alex frowned, since that wasn’t really much to go off of. “How do you know them?”

“I know Roach, not his father.” Ghost answered, turning to look out the window, and Alex started to understand. Ghost must have something with Roach… but what? Both were only 18, he doubted Ghost would have had time to formulate anything too deep.

Even still, he understood that he wasn’t going to get much more out of Ghost, so Alex just turned the radio on, falling silent and leaning back in his seat as he continued to drive on to John Price’s house.

As he approached the open gate that led to the estate, house was less and less accurate of a descriptor in his mind. Instead, he realized it was a massive Manor, which sat atop an equally massive hill. It was a gorgeous property, surrounded by peach trees, which was Alex’s favorite fruit.

As they approached the house, he could see the massive moving truck that had people carrying boxes inside, already. Alex carefully parked, jumping as Ghost was immediately out of the car, and he shook his head, also getting up and putting on his best welcoming smile as he approached an older man.

However, the closer he got, the more he realized what Ghost’s statement meant. The man looked hardly older than 30, and with few wrinkles on his face. Even still, this face broke into a smile as they approached. “Hello,” Alex greeted, keeping his smile, “I’m Alex Keller. My father is the pastor at the Church. He wanted me to come up and say hello.”

“Ah.” John Price smiled, shaking his hand when Alex offered it. “I’m John Price, I know your father. Yes, yes, it’s nice to meet you.”

Alex relaxed, since he seemed nice enough. If Alex had had to go through this whole spiel with someone who was a massive asshole, he might have had a problem.

He glanced around, taking in everything that was around them. The moving truck was standard, just bigger than any that Alex had ever seen, and John Price was quick to go back to giving directions. However, a blonde woman, who looked much closer to the age of 39 that Price was supposed to be, was leaning against a Cadillac, smoking a cigarette. Alex approached her, smelling cigarette smoke and alpha, and offered his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” She answered, smiling. Her eyes, however, told Alex she already knew him in a very odd way. Her eyes told him that they were simply meeting again after years of being apart, but… he knew that wasn’t possible. Even still, there was almost something paternal in the way she shook his hand, and he noted that her skin was ice cold, even in the heat. “My name is Kate Laswell.”

“I’m Alex.” Alex repeated and nodded. “Are you friends with John Price?”

“Best friends.” She nodded. “My wife is already inside, resting, or she’d come out and greet you.”

Alex nodded in understanding, “that’s alright.”

Kate laughed, softly, “I’ve never had issues with the heat, but my wife does. I sympathize for you both. She also runs hotter than usual.”

Ghost’s real name suddenly floated through the air, tickling the hair on the back of Alex’s neck and then floating down his spine in a very odd and uncomfortable way. It lingered in his head and he didn’t understand why on earth he’d suddenly be having the thought of Simon on his mind.

However, it was good that he did, as Ghost was moving to the Cadillac, as a window rolled down and then a face was poking out of it. An omega, beautiful to a surprising extent, had laid his arms on the door, and laid his face on his arms, and was watching Ghost move to him. His hair was blonde, but more of a pink blonde, and his face was dusted with an assortment of freckles. His eyes were green, and so were the flowing sleeves of a dress that Alex could see as his arms rested on the car door. He wore a face mask across the bottom of his face, but amusement was across his eyes, as well as a soft affection.

Ghost’s face was one of awe, and he opened the door, while the omega reached his arms up. This must be Roach, Alex was realizing, as Ghost lifted the omega out of the car, bridal style. Alex had never seen Ghost this way, gently carrying the omega up to the house and seemingly being careful of the long green sleeves. Neither spoke, but Alex would swear they were moving as if they were conversing, and then Ghost was throwing his head back and laughing loud, and Alex wasn’t quite sure he understood.

Even still, his attention was immediately pulled back to the car as the door shut, slamming, and now another omega was leaning against it and watching him. This omega had a bit more of a severe expression on his face, one of distrust and almost dislike. He wore cut off shorts, a tee shirt that was far too big for him and in an alpha’s style, and these massive boots which Alex could imagine would hurt to get kicked by.

“I’m Rodolfo.” The omega said. He did not put his hand out, and neither did Alex. His eyes were brown, his hair was brown, and his skin was deep tan. He was… just as beautiful as Roach had been, but it was in a frightening way. Alex found himself knowing he would do anything the omega asked, even if at a great personal cost to himself. He didn’t like that, very much.

So, all Alex did was nod and reply, “I’m Alex.”

Then, Rodolfo pushed himself off the car and he pushed past Alex, a smile breaking across his face and Alex’s eyes followed him as he walked up to an alpha that Alex swore wasn’t there, before. The alpha was also dark skinned, with bright brown eyes, close to red, and black hair. His arms and neck were coated by tattoos, and he looked close to Alex’s age, as did Rodolfo. “Alejandro…” Rodolfo murmured, and the alpha’s arms wrapped around him.

Alex immediately took note of matching tattoos, some odd symbol on the back of Alejandro’s hand that was on the side of Rodolfo’s neck, right where a thumb would rest if one’s throat was being gripped. The imagery was odd, but Alex was starting to realize this family was… very odd.

“Mi hermoso… mi querido…” Alejandro murmured, tilting Rodolfo’s head up and kissing him deeply.

Alex felt uncomfortable watching them, turning away and back to Kate Laswell, before realizing she was just gone, no longer near the cadillac. However, when his mind decided that maybe he shouldn’t bother them and just leave, he was hearing a door on the opposite side of the car open, and then one final omega was getting out.

The minute Alex’s eyes landed on him, he felt as if the air was knocked from his lungs. Their eyes met, and a cold shiver ran down the back of Alex’s neck as the omega came around the car to get closer to him. His expression wasn’t smiling like Roach’s had been, but it wasn’t severe like Rodolfo’s, instead looking almost shy. His features were soft, mostly his eyes were, a soft warm brown. His skin was very dark, unbroken, and he had long braids that cascaded over his shoulders.

He wore a white blouse that hung off his shoulders, and a pale cream set of tailored pants. The skin on his shoulders was smooth and several images of Alex running his mouth over it, tasting everything the omega was made of, ran through his mind. He wanted to shake it off and ignore it, but it was harder and harder as the omega came close, his eyes flitting away from Alex’s face when he was in front of him. “It’s nice to meet you…” The omega’s voice was soft, shy, and Alex adored it. “I’m Kyle, but everyone calls me Gaz.”

Alex was quick to offer a hand, which Gaz took and shook, and Alex noted two white pairs of gloves on his hands. “I’m Alex. Everyone calls me that.” He offered the joke, finding himself desperate to impress the omega. And, in fact, pride filled his chest as the omega laughed and flushed softly.

He was so beautiful, his eyes were soft, and his lashes had dropped so he was looking at Alex through them, but his brown eyes were still visible through the dark, long lashes he had. The way those eyes looked at him did very odd things to Alex’s stomach and now he was caught between never wanting to leave and desperately running away.

Alex’s eyes dropped to the omega’s lips, and he so badly wanted them on his own. “It’s… It’s nice to meet you.” Alex said, a little lamely, but he had nothing else he could think to say, and he wanted to keep talking to Gaz.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Gaz finally smiled at him, and then his attention was stolen from Alex by his name being called.

Alex turned and saw John Price was standing on the front porch, a wrap around kind, and finally Alex’s eyes took in the features of the house. A gorgeous emerald green with black and gold accenting. Ivy traveled up some of the walls, and Alex realized the heat must have been getting to him because he swore some of the flowers on the ivy bloomed before his eyes.

“Ask Alex if he’d like to stay for dinner!” Price continued to call.

Alex winced, though he would definitely love to. But… he could be late, but his mom would be pissed if he ate dinner at another house when she was planning on him being home. He knew his dad likely wouldn’t eat with them, anyway. Alex wondered whose house he would be at, which omega.

So, he shook his head. “I can’t.” He answered, to Gaz, even though Gaz hadn’t asked him. “I should get home.”

Gaz then frowned, his expression turning disappointed. “You can’t?” Alex almost immediately took it back and said fuck it, stayed for dinner, anyway. He wanted to, he wanted to so bad. But… he really couldn’t.

“No, I’m sorry.” Alex winced, hoping his tone conveyed that enough. “Maybe another day?”

“I’d like that.” Gaz softened, immediately, and his smile came back, and Alex was starting to come up with ideas on how to keep it there. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“I expect nothing less.” Alex half grinned, and then he was having to leave. Once he got to the car, though, it occurred to him that he should be trying to get them to come to church, but… when he turned back around to call it out to them, he saw they were all gone.

Huh.

Must have already gone inside.

In the weeks that followed, Alex had not had a single night where he didn’t dream about Gaz. He woke up, often, with his name on his lips and his eyes fading from his memory. It was torture and euphoria in the worst ways and Alex found himself not wanting it to end and desperately wishing to be free at the same time.

He hadn’t been able to find opportunity to go and see the omega, either, or any of his family, either, though he wasn’t sure if that would make the dreams easier or worse.

The worst part was their sexual nature. Alex, again, didn’t know where he stood on God, but he did know that, regardless, they filled him with shame. He wished he could stop waking up covered in sweat, the taste of honeysuckle and peach tea on his tongue, rutting into the bed. No, he’d never indulged much in fantasies over omegas, maybe that was contributing to it.

Ghost had ribbed on him, a few times, for being a virgin, and he had no doubts that it was making the dreams worse. But, what was Alex supposed to do?

The town had started to talk, too. Not about Alex, thankfully, but about John Price and his family. Alex’s father waved it all to the side, told his church members not to indulge in gossip but… Alex had heard the words thrown around. Demons… Witches… Warlock.

It didn’t take long for a rumor to catch and spread like a wildfire, even the most ridiculous of them like these. But, there were rumors that John Price and Kate Laswell were powerful warlocks, that they were only moving back to their town, not that they were brand new inhabitants.

That Kyle, Rodolfo, and Roach all took part in demented sex rituals, that they sacrificed animals to their lord, Satan. That they sacrificed alphas.

As Alex had said, ridiculous. But… he couldn’t find himself completely denying the rumors, either. Obviously they were bullshit, witches, warlocks, and demons didn’t exist. At the very least, witches and warlocks didn’t. But… he couldn’t deny how odd they were… The weird things that had happened when he met them. Nothing too inconspicuous but… some of it was very odd.

But Alex didn’t believe in those things.

He didn’t.

Right?

He awoke, again, with the taste of honeysuckle and peach tea on his tongue, with Kyle’s eyes fading from his memory, the touch of his fingers ghosting over his back, to the suffocating heat of another night in the South in July. It wasn’t the type of heat he desperately wanted around his body, on his body.

This was slowly becoming unbearable, Alex could hardly take much more of it. He wasn’t sure what was worse, being tormented by the dreams or waking up from them. Did he want them to leave him alone or did he want to lose himself to them, sink into them and never return?

The sun was hardly rising, it was barely five in the morning, and it’d be another day that Alex had nothing to do. Even still, it was already hot, and Alex felt like he was drenched in his own sweat. Maybe he’d take a cool shower, and go back to bed. Fall back into the dreams.

His name floated through the air, it ghosted over his back, tracing the outlines of his shoulder blades, before sinking deep into him and images of Kyle flooded his mind, a mix of when they met and imagery from the dreams. It was an odd feeling, like he was being called, but where was he being called to?

Maybe a cold shower was the best idea.

However, as he forced himself up from his bed, his own name embraced him, again, tugging him to the window, where he noticed there was a fair breeze drifting through the brand new screen. They were privacy screens, close to black, meant to help keep the sun from their rooms. He could see the very thing just starting to peek over the horizon, though a crowd of clouds said they would soon be there to block it out.

Hurricane season.

Crouching, Alex looked out the window, unsurprised to find nothing was there. He had to have been imagining it, the dreams must have been affecting him in more ways than one. His name, again.

This time, Alex found the urge to grab his car keys and drive. He was confident, if he went out to his car and got in it, he’d know exactly where to drive, exactly where to go. But… would he go?

One word entered his mind… Please…

Who was Alex to deny such a request? He’d given into sillier. So, he yanked clothes on, a tee shirt and shorts, and he grabbed his keys, heading down the stairs before jumping back as he saw his father was sitting at the table, his hands folded together as if he was praying.

“Alex.” His father spoke and then his eyes were opening and they looked at Alex. “Where are you going?”

A million excuses ran through Alex’s head and a million excuses escaped his mind. “Just… for a drive.” He settled on, though he knew he could have made a much faster and better lie. “It’s… hot and I’m having trouble sleeping.”

His father clearly did not believe him. But, he wasn’t stopped and Alex rushed out to his car that much faster, finding some irrational need to make up for lost time. He was right that his mind new exactly where to go, taking each turn on pure instinct until he made it to John Price’s estate, and he was driving up the hill to the house.

Why was he here?

He didn’t know, but he didn’t plan to leave. Indeed, he stepped out of the car, seeing that the house was brightly lit in the still barely rising sun, but he didn’t find himself going up to the door. Instead, he found himself on a trail to the woods that sat on the property, following fireflies that danced in front of his eyes as he walked down the winding trail.

He wasn’t surprised to find Gaz was at the end of it, nor could he saw he was surprised at turning around and seeing there had been no such trail. What did surprise him was the small pond that Kyle sat at the edge of, surrounded by massive blooming flowers. The scent of honeysuckle and peaches flooded the air, surrounding him, caressing his skin.

“You answered my call.” Gaz said, though his back was to Alex. “You said you’d come back and see me.”

Alex could only feel guilt, as he had promised he would. “I’m… sorry. I’ve been busy.” A lie, he just hadn’t found a good excuse. “I meant to visit.” Did he?

Gaz slowly turned to look at Alex, and Alex moved forward, sinking to his knees beside the omega. “I’m here, now.” Alex said, softly, and he softened at the small smile that appeared on Gaz’s face.

The omega was beautiful, ethereally beautiful, frighteningly beautiful. Another blouse, just a blouse, this one loose and hanging even farther off his shoulders, and Alex let his eyes trace over every inch of skin, knowing with confidence that it would taste exactly how the omega smelled, of honeysuckle and peach.

Then the omega was leaning towards Gaz and Alex couldn’t find it in himself to deny himself the pleasure of leaning forward, placing his lips on Gaz’s collarbone, and finding he was right about the taste. Gaz’s hand reached up and placed itself on the back of Alex’s head, pulling him closer. Alex moved and pulled Gaz close, tasting over every bit of skin that he could reach.

The scent and taste flooded every scent he had, eliciting a growl from his chest before he could help it, and he found he didn’t care much from the soft mewl Gaz made before he was melting. The omega was perfect, everything Alex thought an omega ought to be and he wanted every sound he could get from the omega.

Too soon, however, Gaz was pushing at his head, and though he didn’t want to, he pulled away, trying not to make his disappointment evident. Gaz smiled, sweetly, at him and he cupped Alex’s face, and the touch made Alex’s stomach flip flop. “Come into the water with me…” Gaz murmured, with all of the sweet allure of a siren asking a sailor to drown himself.

Alex didn’t refuse, on his feet immediately. He watched the omega stand and undress himself before he stepped into the water, a beautiful soft blush appearing on his skin before Alex was quick to undress as well, following his siren into the water. He knew, if Gaz tried to drown him, he wouldn’t stop him.

Thankfully, the omega didn’t try to drown him, instead moving to Alex and kissing him, soft and sweet. Alex would admit that he didn’t really know what he was doing, but he didn’t care, his mouth finding the movements, anyway. He was gentle as he pushed Gaz back into a rock, noting that the water hardly reached midthigh for both of them, but it did oddly shimmer in the corner of his eyes.

It was pleasantly cool, too, and Alex found all of the uncomfortable heat dissipated in his body, and as he looked down when Gaz pulled away, everywhere the water touched on the omega’s body revealed iridescent swirling symbols traveling up his body. The omega met his eyes before Gaz was dropping down to sink into the water, impossibly submerging himself before returning.

When he resurfaced, his body was coated in the symbols, a language Alex couldn’t recognize but could read easily, making out protection and health over his skin. His hair shimmered, too, and his ears had morphed into pointed tips, his lips were purple, and his eyes were now a very warm brown, glowing honey in the still rising sun.

Alex couldn’t tell you how long this sunrise had lasted.

“You are… beautiful…” Alex murmured, reaching out to touch the omega, grasping him and pulling him close, again. He wanted the omega to be as close as possible, he wanted them inside each other.

Gaz didn’t respond, instead pressing himself against Alex, who reveled in the feeling of their skin pressed against each other’s. He again pressed Gaz back up against the rock from before, moving his mouth to his neck again, making sure to remain quiet in order to drink in every sound that was made. He taught himself with each noise, making note of the spots that got the loudest reactions. He traced certain words with his tongue, erasing chaste and pure.

The smell of slick hit him, bringing his arousal to the height of what it could be. Instinct took over and he pushed Gaz to turn over, making a pleased sound when the omega did as prompted, bracing himself on the rock. Alex’s fingers felt over Gaz’s body before they found his wet heat, sinking inside eagerly.

Gaz moaned, his head leaning back, and Alex had yet to see a painting that invoked such feeling that this sight did. His chest was warm, goosebumps traveled up his skin, and he got the very distinct feeling that he and Gaz were bound together in some divine way that neither got a choice in. But… he didn’t think he minded so much.

Alex found the motions that kept Gaz moaning, quickly, training his eyes on every single thing the omega did. Every whimper, every tremble, every gasp. He wanted to memorize it all, he wanted it to be there when he closed his eyes. He didn’t dare speak, he didn’t want to interrupt him.

Too soon, though, the omega grew impatient, his hips pushing back against Alex’s hand. “My alpha-” Kyle’s alpha, “please… I need you, I-” His voice broke ever so slightly, and guilt and pride mixed together in Alex’s chest. He’d done that to the omega.

Alex wouldn’t deny him, though, moving forward and kissing Gaz’s shoulder. It did finally occur to him that God might frown upon Alex, should he see Alex committing the same sin his father had preached against from the pulpit. He and Gaz were not married but… Alex also thought that if God witnessed the pure divinity in Kyle’s touch, he might look the other direction.

Could God, himself, resist this? Alex didn’t think he could.

He pumped his fingers a few more times before finally pulling them out, kissing Gaz’s shoulder to sooth him as he whimpered, his hips chasing Alex’s hand. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The omega just melted under Alex’s grasp, and he had a feeling it had to do with his words. Alex found himself smiling, mouthing over some previously made marks, carefully. It didn’t take much effort for Alex to push in, Gaz’s body gladly accepting him. He fit perfectly inside, nestling right up to Gaz’s back wall, and having to rest his forehead where he had just been mouthing over.

He would admit to jerking off a few times, but God, it didn’t compare to this. Gaz was so tight and hot around him, and he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to he could push deeper into him, panting softly. “We fit together…” Gaz acknowledged, his own voice breathy, the sensation of being full seemingly just as new. Alex wasn’t stupid, he knew what the words he’d erased meant.

Alex could only breathe an agreement, though he wholeheartedly did so. Carefully, not wanting to hurt his omega, he started to slide out, listening to Gaz whimper again, before he was quick to push back in, both moaning together. So, he set a pace. Slow out, quick in. It was torture, but he wanted to be careful, he didn’t want to hurt him.

When he did try to pull away slightly, worried he was gripping Gaz too tightly, Gaz made a distressed sound, yanking him close again, so Alex only held him tighter, wrapping his hands around the hips they had landed on, on opposite sides. He bit and marked over Gaz’s shoulders as he quickened his pace, too desperate so his self control was slipping.

But, Gaz didn’t seem to mind, if the growing volume of his moans said anything. The omega dropped forward onto his elbows, continuing to brace himself on the stone, and Alex couldn’t move with him, as the new angle allowed him even deeper, which he so desperately wished to be. Instead, he ran his hands down and over Kyle’s back, admiring the sight in front of him. He liked the way Gaz’s waist dipped in, evoking the same shape as a violin in Alex’s head.

Indeed, he liked playing Gaz’s body, seeing what noises came from which actions.

When his body started to tense and he could feel a building knot, it was with disappointment that he moved away. However, he was startled to be pushed down into the water, Kyle sinking back down onto his cock as Alex’s ass hit the bottom of the pond. “I need your knot, please!” Gaz cried, his expression almost akin to betrayal as he now faced Alex.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d want that.” Alex was quick to apologize, feeling awful for denying Gaz. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll knot you, I won’t pull out.”

“Don’t you dare.” Gaz nodded, and his hands fell on Alex’s shoulders, before he was lifting up and slamming back down onto Alex’s cock.

Alex could only curse, wrapping his arms back around the omega’s middle as Gaz started to ride him. Gaz clearly had less patience and self restraint than Alex, because his pace denied nothing from either, causing both’s orgasms to build up quickly before Alex was biting into Gaz’s neck as his knot formed, and then Gaz was spasming around him, milking Alex for all he had.

Alex knew what Gaz wanted, when his hand moved to Alex’s head and pushed it deeper into the crook of his neck, and he gladly obliged, biting harder until his teeth broke the skin over where his mating spot was. Gaz didn’t cry out like Alex had seen other omegas do at mating ceremonies, instead he melted right into Alex, practically the same matter as the pond in Alex’s hands.

When Alex pulled away, Gaz was quick to match the mark on Alex’s neck, acting with such speed that it seemed almost that he was worried Alex would stop him. But, Alex wouldn’t dare, moving his head to oblige the omega, and trying not to dig his nails in at the pure euphoria that invaded his body from the bite.

He wasn’t quite sure what happened next, he just had a few memories of dragging him and Gaz out of the water and back onto dry land, and then they were in a bed formed from a massive flower. It was soft and sweet smelling, and somehow there was a blanket and pillows, but Alex wasn’t going to start questioning things now.

He nuzzled into the warmth of Gaz’s neck, grateful that he was still too swollen to separate from him. “What are you?” He finally asked, curious only because they were fully mated.

Gaz didn’t answer, though his hand reached up to stroke over Alex’s hair. “A witch but.. I’m not evil.”

“I don’t think you could be.”

“No, I’m… not. Price is a demon, he gave me his blood, so I am his adopted son. So is Roach. As such, we have gifts. Roach has the gift of the wind…”

“And you have plants, I’m guessing?” Alex finally moved his head to look up at Gaz, seeing a soft sheepish smile was on his face. He nodded, to confirm, and Alex “ahhed” before putting his face back in his neck. A cool breeze ran over his skin and he shivered, slightly.

Gaz continued to speak. “He can talk to people without opening his mouth. The… gifts took things from us. We were dying when he found us, he saved us. It took Roach’s voice, as the wind always does.”

“What… was taken from you?” Alex frowned, looking up at Gaz.

Gaz went silent, his expression forlorn. “I can’t have children. That’s what the earth takes.”

Alex frowned, looking in himself to see what he felt but… he didn’t care. He didn’t particularly want them, hell he could barely stand them, so… ultimately, it didn’t matter to him. “So… Roach called me, not you.”

“He did, but I asked him to.” Gaz confirmed, returning to stroking over Alex’s hair. “We’re… soulmates. I needed you to mate me before the next blue moon which is…”

“Tomorrow.” Alex realized, remembering some whispers from superstitious town members.

Gaz nodded. “I was desperate… I almost worried you wouldn’t come, but you did.”

“I knew it was you calling me.” Alex shrugged, his eyes meeting Gaz’s. “Anything you asked, I would have done. You could have drowned me, I wouldn’t have struggled.”

“I would never drown you.” Gaz frowned, immediately shaking his head. “I love you…”

Alex softened. “I love you, too…” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Gaz’s lips. “Are… Ghost and Roach like us?” He asked, when he pulled away, and he softened at the nod. “I’d never seen Ghost like that, before.”

“He scares me.” Gaz admitted, before tugging Alex back to where he’d been resting, which Alex gladly obliged. “But… Roach adores him. They met last summer. Separating has been painful for them, I know, but both seem happy together.”

“He hasn’t talked to me much.” Alex answered. He hadn’t been that upset, half distracted by his dreams and also knowing that he was likely with Roach. He was happy for Ghost, he knew Ghost was lonely. “What about Rodolfo and… Alejandro?”

“They’re different.” Gaz shook his head. “Rudy was born mateless because his family promised their first omega child to Alejandro’s father, a very powerful incubus. However, before Rodolfo presented, he was killed by a group of demon hunters. A demon’s contract, however, is nearly impossible to break. According to it, Rodolfo then passed down to his son, Alejandro, who would have been the same age. Alejandro, himself, can’t break the ownership. But… I don’t think either mind. Alejandro has given Rodolfo blood and Rodolfo is very powerful with his many, many gifts.”

Alex frowned, unsure how he felt about that. But.. it wasn’t really his business. “I’d give you gifts, if I can.”

“You did…” Gaz murmured, taking Alex’s hand. “Since we mated before tomorrow, we’re connected in the most intimate ways. It’ll grow the longer we’re mated. That’s the most perfect gift you can give me.”

Alex found himself blushing dark and he nuzzled the fresh mating mark, watching the symbols start to fade on Gaz’s skin. It was disappointing, but… he had had a feeling they couldn’t stay forever. “What did the water do?”

“I feel safer in the pond… It protects us from harm… I… I was anxious.” Gaz looked away, which Alex didn’t like, gently making Gaz look at him, again. “I thought I’d be more confident in the pond.”

“Were you?” Alex asked, picking up one of Gaz’s braids and twisting it between his fingers.

Gaz nodded, and the sun finally had risen enough to shine on his skin, and Alex noted a shimmer was still there. “Will you stay with me, forever?”

“Longer than.” Alex promised, not even needing to think about it. He knew, soon, he’d have to worry about the repercussions. He knew the people would say things about the supposed witch managing to trick the Pastor’s son into mating him…

Fire. Screaming, begging.

Alex’s eyes flashed to Gaz’s, the imagery pervading his brain. He was met with a soft concern, but… Gaz’s eyes knew. He knew there was no other way this could end but with flames. Alex could only tense, his panic building, but Gaz was quick to soothe him, cradling Alex’s head back into his neck. “Shhh, my alpha… That won’t be for a very long while. We can’t avoid it, but we will survive it. I know it.”

Would they?

Alex couldn’t say he fully believed it, but he wasn’t a seer or prophet. He couldn’t say what would happen, he only knew it was inevitable, but he still yanked Gaz as close as possible. “I won’t let them burn you.”

“I won’t burn.” Gaz murmured, soothingly. “Price knows about it, he’s going to fix it. We’ll be okay, my love. We will survive.”

Alex pulled the omega as close as he physically could, feeling the sun’s heat slowly dissipate until he was uncovering his face to see the flower had closed around him. He didn’t know much about flowers, he didn’t know what kind it was but… it was suddenly his favorite. He wanted to remain locked inside of it forever, with Kyle. “Why… why did you guys move here?” He finally asked, wanting to distract himself.

“The pond.” Gaz frowned. “The pond and the house. We have a few around the world. One in Britain, one in a country named Urzikstan. We won’t be able to stay here forever. But… I had something, here, that I needed to come for.”

Alex knew Gaz was talking about him. “Why can’t we leave, then? The people won’t be able to burn you, then.”

“It’s not so simple. Traveling takes… a lot. We need to be here for at least a year.” Gaz murmured, his tone regretful.

Alex didn’t like that, but he didn’t voice it. Instead, he just moved on to another question. “What is Kate Laswell?”

“Another demon. Her wife is a witch, as well.” Gaz answered, smiling. “She teaches us.”

“Ah.” Alex murmured, moving to trace his finger over some of the still remaining words on Gaz’s stomach. Sleep tugged at the corners of his mind, and when Gaz snuggled in to get comfortable, Alex did the same. When he woke up, he’d start to worry about how he would deal with this. For now? He would sleep.

He would sleep, comfortable in Gaz’s arms, feeling happy where he belonged.

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A DOM'S LIFE

My Army buddies tease me for being the shy one, and my normal personality was more quiet and laid back. I was the nerdy gay dude training to be an intelligence analyst. Spent as much of my spare time reading as working out or exercising. I never seemed to talk about dating and I learned to not to mention casual hookups. The guys in my unit were open minded but not that open minded.

Besides, behind closed doors, I got into some kinky stuff and rougher sex. I sometimes like to blame Mr. Kenyon, a neighbor who I had a fling with the second half of senior year in high school. The man had a sub streak a mile wide and showed me how much I loved dominating, needed it even.

I'd been trying to grow out of that need, and for the last nine months I was giving a vanilla relationship the ol' college try. Eric was a catch, a 30-something dermatologist who was a skilled bottom and cocksucker and a man I connected with personally and intellectually. But sex was mutual, loving, and not that verbal. I was up front that I needed to keep things open for now. Eric agreed, for now.

I had only one sub, actually. Frank visited DC once a month on average. I wouldn't say I dropped everything when he did, but whenever I got a text from Frank, I'd cancel any plans with Eric or my friends and head over to the hotel Frank was staying at.

The man worked pretty high up in the FBI, and I still felt grateful we'd connected sexually like we did, after a chance encounter when we were booth cooling off on the Mall after a morning run. He had a beefy, middle aged build that pushed all my buttons, and then some. The fact he was a hungry bottom made it even better. The sex was scorching hot and we started an affair that grew more intense when the subtle domination during sex became more explicit.

I've never met a sub like Frank. Compliant, eager, and knowing how much of the act of domination and submission is a mental game.

The fact his text came not even a week after I came back from deployment made me realize how much I was overdue for a hot sub.

After a half year's absence, I knew we were in for a good session, especially because he was going to be in town a few days. It was Monday evening at 8 when I showed up at his hotel room. Frank answered wearing a towel around his waist. As per my instructions, he didn't say anything but led me inside. I watched as he tossed aside the towel and got down on the floor on his knees, hands braced on his thighs as he awaited whatever instruction I gave.

The man was pushing 50 and was masculine as fuck. Thinning hair, heavy five o'clock shadow, and lots of chest and body fur. He'd put on about ten pounds since I last saw him, but the padding just made his ex-jock beefiness that much hotter. On his left ring finger his gold band was visible, and he still wore his Rolex watch. Other than that, he was butt naked and ready for me.

"You hungry cunt?" I growled.

"Yes, sir!" he replied. Not loudly, but with full compliance.

"I need a hole to use," I said with deliberation. "Know where I can find one?"

Not moving an inch, Frank said out loud, "You can use one of mine, sir. If I'm worthy, sir."

I gripped his short hair and yanked his head up to look at me. "Is that right?"

"Yes, sir," he said more softly.

I spit on his face. Some of the saliva hit him in the eye but most ran down his cheek. "Open up!" I ordered.

He did. I gave his cheek a light slap after I let go of his hair.

"That's a pretty mouth." I pushed two fingers into it. "Gonna use it as my pussy tonight. You got that, bitch?"

The law enforcement agent nodded as he sucked on my fingers. The low throaty moan from him turned me on like crazy. I pushed them right back to nudge at the edge of his gag reflex. Frank resisted with every bit of a sub's willpower. Frank had said when we first started up that he was surprised a nice, mild mannered guy like me was such a good dom. I still knew I had to work on balancing my desires with my sub's vibe, but Frank made those two sides of the coin seem like the same thing.

I extracted my fingers and made a show of wiping them on the man's rounded delt muscle. I looked down and grinned to see his shorter, fat erection rock hard and reddened. He clearly needed this as much as I did.

I stepped back and unzipped. I hauled out my erection.

"I love your cock, sir," Frank said. I didn't give him permission to speak first unless he was complimenting me.

"Yeah?" I grinned, fisting my hardon.

"Yessir... that beautiful superior cock."

I paused, letting the man's go from my dick to my face and back again. Waiting. Then, I grunted. "You bring the restraints?"

"Yessir. On the table, sir."

I walked over, my hard dick swaying. Along with some lube, there were our three accessories at my disposal. A ball gag, a leather belt, and two pairs of restraints. I picked up one pair and left the other items there.

I didn't need to order Frank. Already he was putting his hands behind his back, ready to be bound. His dick moved when I tied them securely. "Thank you, sir!"

I smiled and walked back in front of him. My dick swaying inches from him. "Get on it, you cunt."

Frank pounced, moving up on his knees and using his mouth to catch and steady my prick to suck it. It had taken some training to get Frank to take me deep like this, but he worked my full length with lewd mouth strokes.

"Stop.... I said fucking stop!"

Frank willed himself to stop, with about three inches of my dick in his mouth. "You forgot how to wait for orders?"

Frank pulled off. "Sorry, sir. My error, sir."

My hand rained across his cheek. It wasn't the hardest slap I'd given him, but he felt the sting. He let out a deep grunt, turned on as hell. "I better drive," I said.

"As you wish, sir," he said compliantly. I knew this was the kind of man who gave orders for a living, and the fact he took mine just made my nuts ache.

"Open up," I urged as I held both sides of his skull. "That's it... steady, you whore. I'm really fucking horny now... OK, BREATHE!" I hissed. He did and I plunged in. Sometimes Frank could do this without a hint of gag reflex. That day he was fighting it, twisting his upper body with his hands tied behind his back. "Easyy... easy man... you got this... you've done it before... taken my big cock.... Come on."

I held tight along his head, keeping him from pulling off, but my fingers massaged softly, until I felt his natural resistance relax. I moved my right hand and wiped away a tear from his eye then I pulled out. "Breathe," I instructed.

Frank took in some air and kept his gaze in front of him, right on my spit wet cock. He was doing better than I anticipated.

"OK," I said. "Coming back in."

This time went better, but I could feel the throat constricting and relaxing around my cock. It was a marevlous feeling. I took a steady breath myself then started fucking the stud's hot throat.

I'd been working on keeping my trigger in check, but with the rough treatment of his throat, it was probably best that it didn't take me long to cum. I held his head and just fucked it like a fleshlight. This time, right on the edge, I thought of doing this in some field office director's office, and that got me there, in a big way.

Frank coughed and sputtered on my cum. I pulled out and gently slapped his face with my wet dong, which was now mucusy and covered in sperm and spit, too.

I came down from my nut as the man recovered. Remarkably, he hadn't lost a bit of his hardon. I went behind and undid the constraints and as he worked out the kinks I handed him some lube.

"Stroke," I ordered, standing back in front of him. My dick was still rigid and stood in front of him. His eyes were on it as he started jacking off at a feverish pace.

"You like being my hole?" I asked in a pointed tone.

"Yessir, I do. I'm honored to be your hole."

"Tell me what you need, sub. Tell Daddy," I growled.

I was half this guy's age, but the words came out. "Can I please feel your hand, sir?"

I held up my palm, almost in a threat. "You sure, cunt?"

"Yessir!"

My hand smacked him, hard. He grunted and jerked. I used my other to hit the other side of his face. I loved watching how eagerly Frank took a good slapping. My only regret was that I wasn't buried in his ass while I gave him steady rhythmic slaps.

I didn't have to give that many. His body tensed up and his face grew beet red all over, and not just from the hand prints. "Fuck!" he cried, and I watched him have a deep orgasm. His chest heaved as his dick shot out wad after wad.

After he came, the man started sobbing. I'd seen this before. It was just the emotional intensity of subbing coming to the surface. I knew what to do. I got down on my knees and held his naked body, patting and rubbing his back and he leaned into my embrace. "That's it, man, let it out..."

The sobbing lasted a half minute and then slowly Frank returned to normal, tears on his face, his breathing regular once more. "God, sorry..." he said. He forgot the sir, but I let it slide.

"Don't be," I said. "You took a lot." My hand rubbed up and down the man's meaty lats.

We kissed, softly.

I got up and helped him up. "Get on the bed," I said. Still ordering him around. I went to wash off my dick and when I came out I removed my clothes.

"You have an amazing body, sir," Frank said as he watched me get in bed with him. "Even better than last time."

"It's Evan for now," I said, scooting up and putting my hand around his shoulder. I loved feeling his beefiness naked next to me.

We talked about our lives. My plans now that I was back home from my deployment. His family and what schools his daughter was applying to. How much DC weather sucked in the summer.

My fingers lazily traced circles through his chest hair. "You seeing any other men?" I asked simply.

Frank shook his head. "No. Too risky. You're the only man I trust."

Something about that answer turned me on. "I've started seeing a guy," I said simply.

"A boyfriend?" he asked.

"We'll see," I said.

Frank looked up at me. "He know about me?"

I nodded. "He does. Not the details, but he knows I need a sub."

That made the butch middle-aged man smile. "He's a lucky man, sir."

I was getting hard again. Frank's submissiveness had a way of making me that way.

"Yeah?" I teased, more openly caressing his body. Frank's dick was rising again, too.

"Yessir. I hope he knows it."

I kissed Frank. More of a let's have sex kiss.

"Roll over," I urged.

This time I took my time with Frank. I massaged his bulk and ate him out then I went to fetch a ballgag. I slipped on the gag and saw Frank hike his ass up for me. I lubed up and got into place. Holding his wrists down, I entered him roughly. Frank moaned into the gag. I started fucking. Going slow, which helped the big man ease into it. Then harder. Even before I dommed out on the guy, this is how I fucked him. Full body, athletic fuck, mattress bouncing up and down. My licking and nibbling at his neck, bearing my weight down on his strong back.

Then cumming inside him, hard. And rolling off him.

"You can take the gag out," I instructed and went to shower off.

When I got back, I gathered up my clothes. "Be ready for me tomorrow," I said.

Frank had an excited look in his eyes. He hadn't gotten off and I could see his throbbing erection. "Yessir."

"And don't cum till then," I ordered. I pulled on my jeans and T-shirt. I gave him one more glance over. "God, you're a hot fuck." I put on my shoes, then walked over. I held up my hand, ready to strike.

Frank looked at me, horny as fuck. I hit his face.

"Tomorrow," I reminded him. Then I turned and left his room.

#drakestories

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sunflower-duckss · 2 months

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More BOD Headcanons

Because I love them x2.

Kane's favorite color is orange; Taker's is purple.

Because of his pyrokinesis, Kane runs hotter than the average person. Temperatures in excess of 100 °F? No biggie! Temperatures lower than 70 °F? He's bundled up in a coat and scarf like it's winter Armageddon. Taker is the opposite and runs cool.

When Kane uses his powers, his core temperature rises and his breathing and heart speed up; when Taker uses his powers, his core temperature lowers and his breathing and heart slow down.

Kane's favorite animal is a cow. They are both delicious and cute. Taker is fond of dogs, especially big ones with nasty reputations, such as German shepherds, rottweilers, and pit bulls.

When Kane isn't working (i.e., wrestling), he wears his hair in a ponytail. Taker never puts his hair up unless it's a special occasion, at which point he typically braids it.

Kane is the technologically literate one of the pair. Taker can barely figure out how to open his email, which makes it especially ironic that Taker is the technopath.

Taker is genuinely very knowledgeable about mortuary things. Ask him about the use of human bodies as fertilizer sometime, but only if you're in the mood to lose your lunch. Kane is a chemistry nerd and knows a lot about combustion. He also knows a lot about astronomy, which he always justifies with "STARS ARE LITERALLY JUST GREAT BIG BALLS OF FIRE!"

Taker is disdainful of cops and always refers to them as pigs. Kane reserves his hatred for doctors, especially ones who work in psychiatric institutions.

Taker is a medium, but Kane is not.

#the undertaker #kane #brothers of destruction #wwe #wwf #professional wrestling

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ironhorsegirl · 7 months

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Taking a break from maintenance, which I do every Wednesday, to explain something since I was chatting with my co-workers and figured out how to put it in layman's terms!

Most people who like trains are aware that it takes multiple diesel units to pull really long freight trains. They also pull these trains really slowly when they're really long. A big part of the switch from steam to diesel for these sort of things is due to their thermal efficiency - diesel locomotives are usually somewhere around 30%-40% thermal efficient, whilst the average steam locomotive was closer to 8%-9%. This means that steam locomotives went through more fuel - up to six to eight times more fuel. If you're pulling a mile-long train, you want to find the most efficient way to do that, and combined with their lower repair and maintenance costs, most railroads finished that switch by the end of the 1950s.

Now, that said, the thing with diesels is that their horsepower is more consistent. They run with internal combustion engines, like your car does. You can generally expect the same horsepower output out of them day to day, even as you open the throttle more. As an example, the famed EMD GP40-based passenger locomotives are usually rated for something like 2000-3000 HP, and their freight counterparts were consistent at around 3000 HP. The F40PH, a passenger locomotive, can get up to 3200 HP.

Modern diesels and diesel-electrics have even more power - Bombardier's ALP-45DPs, one of which I'm looking at in the yard right now, are rated thusly:

Both the power output and the tractive effort, which basically translates in layman's terms to "how much can this locomotive push or pull," are higher for electric than diesel. You'd think that this would mean a push for more railroad electrification, but...well, you probably know why cleaner forms of energy don't get used by now, so I won't get into that.

Now, for comparison, let's look at some steam locomotives. This is Nickel Plate Road 765, a 2-8-4 Berkshire built in 1944:

When you think about it, those numbers really aren't too different! By the 1940s, steam technology was really at the best it had ever been (superpowered steam). When they started testing diesels en masse, it was actually found that performance-wise, the locomotives more or less kept pace with each other. Ultimately, the diesels won out because they were easier to mass manufacture, were cheaper to maintain, and could be operated by one person (not recommended, safety first!). You can hook multiple diesels up to each other and operate them from the one in the front, whereas if you doublehead steam locomotives you need a crew to operate each one. So yeah, it was a cost-saving measure, ultimately, because executives are like that.

Just for fun, let's look at the Big Boys for a second, though.

Yeah, you're not gonna beat those numbers. Union Pacific's Big Boys were some of the most powerful machines ever built. Those mile-long freights that you see three or four diesels on? A Big Boy could pull those by itself without breaking a sweat.

But if the horsepower and tractive efforts come across mostly the same, why do steam locomotives appear to be able to pull more weight? It's all about how steam power actually works.

A diesel engine, as mentioned above, will have fairly consistent horsepower outputs. Steam locomotives take a bit more to get going, and you have to start pulling heavy loads slowly because of potential wheel slip. But once you get moving...that seems to change.

Here's a great story from Rich Melvin, who was the engineer of NKP 765 until he retired several years ago:

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Now, in the comments of this video, I found someone explaining this really well:

Basically, the harder you work a steam locomotive, the closer it gets to its actual peak power output. The more you open up the throttle, the more fuel you have to add to the fire, and in turn, the hotter the fire gets. This means the steam in the superheater is actually drier, and that means that it expands more. So you can use less steam per stroke that way, and that means you can really get up to using your full power.

A diesel will have an easier job starting to pull, because they're great for getting those things moving. But if you have it running at higher speeds, the steam locomotive will have an easier time pulling it from that point.

So there you go.

#train physics

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kinkymagnus · 1 year

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Nephilim run hotter than the average person.

Some warlocks may retain an aspect related to their mark.

Magnus' deep seated likeness to cats adores Alec's high body temperature.

Building on that, magical exhaustion/depletion may have the side effect of dropping a warlock's own body heat. (like blood loss in humans does)

So warming up a warlock after a draining spell is actually the best way for them to regain their strength. Which makes cuddling up after ward maintainance in the institute a "medical necessity, so I won't be available for the next hour, until I can be reasonably sure that the high warlock will bear no ill effects from the service rendered. Barring an emergency, Underhill will assume command until then."

Magnus, soon as they are in Alec's office: "You know this was not the least bit draining for my magic, right Darling?"

Alec, smirking: "I know."

god i love the idea of like. alec's kind of a space heater but magnus loves it. and when he's exhausted/hurt/drained just like. collapsing into alec's arms and letting himself be warmed up, be held and cared for... honestly the emotional tlc helps him just as much as the literal heat sharing

(also immediately thinking of this in some ridiculous convoluted angsty way where it's like. idk if this is some sort of friends to lovers situation or just magnus being very much a an idiot with self esteem issues, but like. alec cuddling him after particularly draining stunts with his magic and magnus is just like "ah, yes, he is doing this for medical reasons" meanwhile alec thinks they're fully on the same page of this obviously being a flimsy excuse to cuddle. like magnus is all [sad violins] is it selfish of me to enjoy this?? to take advantage of him?? i'm so clingy and now-- meanwhile hard cut to alec in cheerful music being like ah yes i get to cuddle with the most wonderful man in the world <33)

also please. everyone knows what they're doing bc alec is just like [bland and monotone] well the high warlock has done the ward maintenance. now for medical reasons he needs to come to my office for two hours where we will be completely uninterrupted. but when the head of the institute is like "im going to cuddle the high warlock, professionally, for an hour. as a medical necessity. bc we are professional" you don't argue. however no one agrees if they're actually cuddling and they're just That Cute or if they definitely fuckin. (spoiler alert, though, 99 percent of the time they really are just cuddling. magnus is like "you know this wasn't actually draining for my magic right?" and alec's like "do you WANT to leave my arms?" and magnus is like (slumped against his chest) ".....no")

(please, though, imagine your boss completely blandly being like "im going to go cuddle this independent contractor, professionally, for medical reasons. do not interrupt us for an hour." especially knowing said contractor is his husband. that's so fucking funny. bonus if a) someone actually does have to interrupt for some reason and huh! what do you know! they really were cuddling! why was the head of the institute feeding him grapes though. b) alec's unavailable and like in idris or something and some smartass who knows alec well enough to fuck with him (bonus points if this is somehow simon just bc i feel like it would be funny) is like "oh should i cuddle your husband then? for medical reasons? professionally?" and alec's like do you want to get murdered, son? magnus immediately teases him about this.)

#also im not sure this really jives with magnus and magic and how he uses his hands for that but i always love the trope of like #character a runs hot character b has shit circulation cue character a holding their hand all the time

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the-drifters · 9 months

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Ah fuck it here’s some general post-chapter 4 Geist headcanons bc he’s babygirl. this is a long post so they’re under a readmore:

—He’s a serial complainer. Oh my god he’s whiny. That being said his complaints aren’t invalid per se, but he has a tendency to just go on and on.

—He’s a more emotional person than you’d expect. He just has a bad habit of bottling it up and distracting himself instead of actually confronting things. He’s also very much in-denial that he can experience emotions at all.

—He doesn’t understand romantic feelings. That doesn’t mean he can’t experience them, it’s just that he hasn’t before. If he’s attracted to someone, however, he becomes very clingy and doesn’t even try to hide that he drawn to them.

—His pattern recognition is terrifyingly good. It’s very difficult to get away with lying to him because of this. He’s also very much aware of this skill and a “how did you know” will earn you a long-winded explanation of everything he picked up on and why.

—He introjected a LOT of his creators’ opinions and expectations of him early on in being trained. However, he’s had 2000 years to unlearn some of it and he has.

—He was fairly close with Aria’s parents at the very beginning of his life. He likes to use that to (jokingly) to exert power over her sometimes. Think of something like “Aria. I knew your parents. Don’t play that game with me.”

—Geist is generally regarded as a freak of nature (in both good and bad ways) by other Omens and he’s VERY aware of it. Unfortunately, this has given him an inflated ego while ALSO causing him to resent other traits he exhibits. He finds himself more drawn to people who are seen as exceptional, such as Ein.

—He tends to run hotter than the average Omen naturally, and he hates hot weather for this reason. He technically doesn’t actually feel the temperature itself on his body, but he does feel the effects of warmth.

—He has gotten stuck in doorways before.

—He’s actually the ONLY Omen to have wings, but he doesn’t think much of it. He doesn’t love or hate flying either, it just… is, to him.

—He actually doesn’t use his wings unless it genuinely is the more efficient way of traveling or fighting, because flight is so much more energy-taxing.

—He’s somewhat lazy, and doesn’t like to move around much unless he needs to, or is emoting. He’d much rather stand or sit in place.

—He’s usually quite tense and stiff, but if he were to relax, the non-armored parts of his body are very soft. He’s also very flexible for a robot.

—He’s very curious in the mundane or exciting things and experiences humans have—particularly those that he can’t. He secretly longs to know what it’s like to experience these things, not because he wants to enjoy it too, but simply because he’s curious about the human experience.

#harvestella #geist #long post

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daybreak-tkler · 2 years

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❝The Ferocious Monster From Another Dimension❞

❝Caffeine In The Morning❞

Lee(s): mafia member! elf! Haechan

Ler(s): tickle monster! Choi San

Small Synopsis: Haechan has enough stress as it is with his job and what that entails, he doesn't need anybody to come in and mess it up for him now. Unfortunately for him, on his morning coffee run for the higher-ups, he happens upon a creature with a wicked smirk.

cw/ of course,, Haechan is a mafia member so mentions of death and guns and all that lot but as always it's not graphic, don't read if you don't like!

Mondays are always long. There's nothing people look forward to on Mondays. Especially not Haechan. In his line of work, Mondays are a sign of what's to come. Which CEO has wronged his boss this time? Which person does he have to order to be assassinated now? How many times will he have to direct their two newbies, Shotaro and Sungchan, to the break room this week? Surely, his life was filled with stress but acting out on it could only cause further harm. So that's why he had to keep a straight face and a cold attitude. But it was hard to do so first thing on a Monday. Because he often got voted in for doing to coffee run.

Now, being part of a mafia with some of the most powerful creatures in Korea sounds thrilling, exhilarating even. However, the mundanities of real life surface even in the most exciting of jobs. So, as he was often ordered to, Haechan has to go for the coffee run. Getting the exact right drinks for his co-workers is difficult, especially with how picky some of them are. Doyoung's fangs are too sensitive for hot drinks so he needs his coffee at room temperature, Jaehyun only drinks ice tea, Johnny always has his coffee over boiling because his dragon ass only enjoyed the hottest, mouth burning of things. It was so hot Haechan couldn't even hold the cup.

Haechan isn't special in comparison to his co-workers, he can't get a perfect headshot everytime like Yuta can and nor can he suck victims dry of blood like Doyoung can. He's just an elf. He'd get scolded by his boss, Lee Taeyong, for referring to himself as "just" an elf. But it was true! He didn't have anything particularly special about him. Returning back to their average looking office building was always a struggle when struggling to hold nine drinks in your arms without spilling any and without burning yourself because one of them is hotter than a blazing building. Fortunately for him, some mysterious entity felt his pain and opened the double doors for him upon his arrival. How kind, he thought.

He sobers his expression immediately as he enters the building. "Hey, Channie, good timing!" a voice he knows is from his co-worker Mark chirps. "Need a hand?" he asks and Haechan silently nods, handing some of the cups over to the other male. They talk about this and that, and after delivering all of the drinks to his higher-ups, Haechan settles down at his desk. Ah, how lucky for him. He needs to sort through the order files. They sell illegal magical substances to the supernatural beings of Korea, and he supposes this week is his week to look through the documents of orders. Last week was Jungwoo's week, after all.

Damn does he miss the days of working in the other location with his best friends, the office is so boring by comparison. He props his black shoes up on the desk as he looks through the files. It's a lot of drabble, really. And that's when he feels it all of a sudden. The laces of his shoes are untied and the leftmost one is being tugged off gently. "Hey," he says sternly, was this another Yuta prank? Or maybe Jungwoo? He takes the nearest blunt object that happens to be his hole punch and he throws it in that general direction.

A giggle surfaces from beyond, yet he had no face to pair it with. Yuta doesn't giggle like that, nor do any of his coworkers in the office giggle like that. Not that he's heard the two interns giggle before but he highly doubts that Sungchan or Shotaro were this ballsy after being here for three weeks. They couldn't even meet Taeyong's eyes when they introduced themselves. "Trying to attack me?~ not a wise choice~" the voice coos. Haechan instantly becomes skeptical. "I usually have to fight my food, to be fair," the voice trails off just as Haechan reaches in the drawer of his desk to pull out his pistol. He quickly finds his hand bound to the arm of his chair by a mysterious glowing pink string. "Don't worry, though, we always laugh about it afterwards.." The tone of the voice drops from cute and bright to deep and threatening very quickly and it makes Haechan shudder.

"What do you want with me?" he asks the mysterious voice, still just as cold. Putting on a cold persona was very important to his job, Taeyong demanded that he didn't have any "softies" working under him, after all. The strange presence finds delight in his words and he's quickly stripped of his other shoe. The same mysterious pink glowing string wraps around his ankles, just where his suit trousers meet his white socks. "What's the big idea?!" The elven male hisses. The presence giggles again, and it doesn't take long for Haechan to be presented with a face to pair the giggle with. A male with strikingly cat-like features grins at him like a predator does with prey. "Gooooood morning, Lee Haechan-ssi!" The pink haired male chirps.

His chipper and smiley nature was somewhat unnerving, but Haechan was trapped, all limbs tied with nowhere to go. "The name's Choi San, tickle monster," the male speaks with a simple "how-do-you-do?" but Haechan finds himself squinting. "I heard you and your co-workers specialize in torture,, d'you do tickle torture, by chance?" he asks, the sneaky grin at his lips obviously meaning he was up to no good. Without so much as a second thought the elf shakes his head, huffing out a laugh that was barely audible "No, tickling isn't a torture," he clarifies as if he were talking to a toddler. San starts to chortle "Ah, you and I will be such great friends,"

Before being able to ask what the creature meant, Haechan notices his socks are being stripped off - quickly becoming long forgotten on the floor. A single nail rakes up the centre of his tanned foot and he twitches it, biting his lip nervously. "Yknow; it's not everyday I see a tanned ticklee, I love them!~ they're all just as pretty as anybody else! Just a shame they're rare around here from what I've seen," San sighs wistfully, thinking to the seven days he's been in Korea and seeing how pale everyone appeared to be. Haechan doesn't respond, but his cheeks do heat up a little bit. Who is this guy? Randomly complimenting him and taking his shoes off? Some weirdo...

San decides he doesn't wish to wait any longer, raking all ten off his nails against the soft soles of Haechan's feet. "Now... I came here for laughter, and laughter I shall receive! Tickle, tickle~" the tickle monster coos and it takes everything in the elven male to not immediately give into the ticklish sensation of San effectively scribbling his fingers against his feet. He was too ticklish on his feet! But wasn't everybody ticklish on their feet?? His reaction doesn't appear to please San at all, who frowns upon seeing the way he gnaws his lips.

"Huh... a tough guy, I see~" he grins "I expect no less from such a serious man of crime~" San sings out his tease and his long fluffy tail swiftly curls around him and finds itself softly feathering Haechan's neck. "Still not gonna laugh? How stubborn can you be?" San laughs, his tail gently stroking beneath Haechan's chin. There's a certain point where Haechan can't take the teasing anymore and the laughter slips through his lips like water bursting through a dam. "PFftt- nOoohohohoh! Ahahahahaha! PLehehehehease hahahahave mehehercy!!" The elven mafia man squeaks, finding himself at the complete will of this powerful tickle monster. Said monster grins "There we go!~ now that wasn't so hard, was it?" The dip of his tone from bright and bubbly to deep and scary makes Haechan's stomach swoop.

San makes it his mission to keep his captive laughing, letting his tail explore wherever it pleases. Now, it's managed to wriggle its way up his button down like a fluffy snake slithering. "The great thing about creatures like me is that every handful of laughter allows me to grow stronger... which means now I can do fun things like this!~" San chirps, clicking his tongue with a wink. That's when the elf lee feels a light feathery sensation against the hollows of his underarms. At first, he's sure it's just the monster's tail, but he quickly learns its not... it's some sort of invisible presence. "Now isn't that cool?~" San asks with a smirk. "Nehehehahaha!! Nohohohoho! Ihihihihihit's nohohot cooohohohoohohool!!" Haechan gasps, falling into much louder laughter as the invisible feathers circle his underarms easily.

"stohohohohop! Plehehheeease!! Ihihihit's sohoho bahahad!!" Haechan pleads, causing his tickler to chuckle "I though you said... "tickling isn't torture" are you sure about that now?~ I still think I need to teach you a lesson," San trails off, his fingers nimbly slipping between his toes to tickle there.

He couldn't help but feel dread build up in the pit of his stomach at how he was fueling this creature's power. Who knows what San could do if he was all powerful? However, everytime a new feathery sensation traced over his body, Haechan immediately became distracted by that rather than the building up of dread. "Coochie coo~" San coos as his fingers expertly scribble against the smaller male's feet. "nahahahahhehhee!! Pleh-Pleeeheheheheease!! Ihihihihif someone wahahahahalks in, I'm dohohohone fohohor!"

He was right, of course, if somebody happened upon this situation Taeyong would probably go to extremes and punish him in a pretty ruthless way. That's the way of the mafia, after all. However, San's grin indicated that if that were to happen, that somebody would end up in the same position as Haechan. The elf's head leans back and he begins to squeal silently with laughter, the sensations building up all over his body as San becomes even more powerful. And that's where the monster leaves him, breathless and barefoot in his office. He barely has time to attempt an attack in revenge before the creature is pushing at one of the larger windows. "I'm sure we'll meet again soon... you've got plenty of coworkers, after all!~" San sings and before Haechan knows it, he's alone again.

Jungwoo bursts through the door of his office unannounced and smiles "Haechan-ah! Are you finished with the first load of paperwork yet?" The elf sighs deeply, looking at his documents again. It would be a long day.

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