#really curious about this! mine is by far reach

[alcoholfreenayeon]

damn you spoil us but just some smut with the bondage you talked about and everything.. without g!p, like there needs to be more motzu fics ngll

Trouble

Momo x Tzuyu

CW: Smut, Bondage, NSFW, strap on, fingering, pussy eating, moments of fluff

Word count: 3150

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to do this😭I had a phase where I just didn’t feel like writing smut. Hope it was worth the wait.

“Well why not”, Tzuyu asked Momo, pestering her because she wanted to do part of her mission but Momo had figured it out and was not going to fall for it.

“You know why”, Momo replied, rolling her eyes, continuing to scroll through her phone.

“Please please please”, Tzuyu asked again, shaking Momo dramatically, “I’ll do anything in return”, she promised in a hurry and accidentally ended up knocking Momo’s bottle of water over, causing it to splash over Momo’s shirt and hands. “Oh!”, Tzuyu gasped in surprise.

Momo had her mouth open in disbelief as water begin to soak into her shirt and drip off her arms. Momo took a deep breath and slowly got up, rolling up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her abs before turning to look at her.

Tzuyu had her arms folded, a defiant look on her face and she looked away, pretending that she didn’t really care but her eyes kept glancing back to Momo, specifically her abs.

Momo stood in front of her, looking down at her, “You’ve become really annoying and disrespectful you know. Never listening to me or anyone else anymore.”, saying this, Momo grabbed Tzuyu by her arms and dragged her to her room before making her sit on the bed.

Tzuyu still being a brat, just sighed and rolled her eyes, “It’s just some water….and it wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to me.”

Momo couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “Is that so….I see. Well, I’ll listen to what you said and you said you’ll whatever I wanted so now”, Momo said, going through her drawer while Tzuyu curiously watched, wondering where this was headed, “I’ll do what I want….with you”, saying this Momo grabbed Tzuyu’s hands and handcuffed them quickly.

“What….”, Tzuyu panicked at the suddenness of Momo’s action and the restraining of her hands for a moment before relaxing again, still unsure what Momo would do.

Momo pushed Tzuyu on her back causing her to yelp and climbed on top of her, straddling her before whispering in her ear, “You wanted me to do your challenge, well first you have to do mine. Don’t scream.”

Tzuyu felt her heart beginning to pound, “is…is that it?”. Momo nodded and then before Tzuyu knew it, Momo tied her handcuffs against the headboard. “What are you….”, Tzuyu began again but Momo silenced her by putting a finger against her lips.

“Your challenge has already started…do not scream until I am done with you.”, Momo said, her thumb pressed against Tzuyu’s chin. Then she began to trace her finger down, lower and lower until she reached Tzuyu’s top, threatening to pull it down.

Tzuyu watched in anticipation, curious about how far Momo would go. She was even a bit excited and when she unconsciously bit her lip, Momo smirked and pulled it down roughly, exposing Tzuyu’s tits causing Tzuyu to breathe in sharply.

Momo wasn’t done yet, in fact she didn’t even start, she moved her hand lower onto Tzuyu’s pants now, unbuttoning and pulling it off along with her top, leaving her only in her panties.

Tzuyu couldn’t help but squirm a bit, feeling quite exposed and vulnerable but stopped and softly gasped when she felt Momo’s cold finger on her navel.

“Now. We. Shall. See.”, Momo said gritting her teeth as her hands began to linger over Tzuyu’s waist and thighs, touching her lightly, sending shivers all over her and causing her to inadvertently close her legs tightly.

Momo smirked and forced her legs open, a finger tracing her pussy from the bottom to top, softly through her panties, “Close your legs again….”, Momo warned, her tone stern. She continued to gently rub, top to bottom, bottom to top, watching Tzuyu’s reaction carefully, doing this for a minute or so before suddenly adding another finger and pressing against her pussy causing Tzuyu to take a sharp breath. Momo smiled smugly, already enjoying her power over her junior immensely.

“Ah, you are doing well for now….lets see how long it lasts.”, saying this Momo slips her hands inside Tzuyu’s panties causing Tzuyu to gasp and begins to play with her clit which makes Tzuyu squirm again.

It’s getting more and more difficult for Tzuyu to not vocalize her feelings, the situation went from thrilling to arousing to straight up pleasure much too soon. It didn’t help that Momo was so good at it. The pleasure kept building up forcing Tzuyu to bite her lips and she realized just how close to cumming she was, just a moment away, so close and then Momo stopped abruptly though her hands were still on Tzuyu’s pussy, making Tzuyu whine in frustration.

As Tzuyu’s breathing began to calm, she looked up at Momo in confusion and frustration who looked back at her with a satisfied expression, “You’re doing really well so far. I guess you’ll win at this rate so I’ll just”, she begins to move her hands away, “stop.”

“N-no, please!”, Tzuyu blurted out quickly and then looked away, her cheeks coloring as she herself couldn’t believe she said that out loud.

Momo smirked, “Oh? Ok if that’s what you want.”, Momo slipped her hand back inside Tzuyu’s panties and got to work again, bringing Tzuyu to the brink very quickly.

Tzuyu was whining and moaning as Momo rubbed her, she almost couldn’t believe how good Momo was, how quick she was to making her cum. She stiffened her body, focusing so hard on not closing her legs after Momo’s warning, she couldn’t have Momo stop, not again, not right now, not when she’s so…so close to cumming. Her hands fought against the cuffs but it was of no use, Tzuyu felt her waist rise as she was getting closer and closer, her eyes closed as she braced herself for her release.

Momo smirked seeing Tzuyu act like this, knowing very well the reason for it and slowed down for a second, Tzuyu opened her eyes immediately, ready to protest but just as quickly Momo thrust two fingers in, causing Tzuyu to cum, her eyes rolled and her mouth remained open, unable to make a sound as she experienced a mind numbing orgasm, her lower body thrashing around while she was cumming. After what seemed like ages, Tzuyu finally came down from her high, panting hard, her vision blurry and she blinked slowly several times to clear her eyes.

As she began to relax, Momo wiggled her fingers against the roof of her pussy causing Tzuyu to sharply gasp and look at Momo who could only grin at her as she started to push her fingers deeper inside Tzuyu until they were knuckle deep. Tzuyu could already feel her pleasure build up rapidly, she was still a bit sensitive and it wasn’t going to take much to make her cum. And Momo was figuring that out as she began to finger her expertly. Soon enough Tzuyu began to writhe in pleasure as she came again.

Panting, she struggled against her cuffs futilely trying to regain any sort of control back, swallowing hard, she looked at Momo who had a smug expression.

“You are so…”, Momo grins, “sensitive and easy to figure out”.

Tzuyu says nothing, still trying to calm herself down, averting her eyes from Momo.

Momo chuckles, “Ahn…you’re ignoring me…that’s how you want to play right now? Okay”, she smugly grins and suddenly takes Tzuyu’s panties off, “I’ll make it so that you can’t ignore me…”, Momo decides, slowly fingering Tzuyu, almost teasingly, “but I can’t decide whether to make it so that you can’t ignore me from desperation or pleasure”, saying that Momo starts rubbing her clit with her other hand while beginning to properly finger Tzuyu.

Whining and sighing heavily, Tzuyu grits her teeth hard and tries not to focus on Momo but it’s impossible. She can’t even keep her focus off for a seconds before she’s losing her breath. Having cum a couple times already she was quite sensitive and Momo was figuring her body out so easily. As Tzuyu’s third orgasm approaches, Momo moves her hand away from Tzuyu’s clit which causes Tzuyu to sigh in relief, she’s still close but suddenly it doesn’t feel like she’s on fire. Atleast that’s what she thought for a few seconds before she felt Momo tongue on her clit instead. She let out a strangled cry as Momo sucking on her made her cum instantly. Her whole body thrashes around as she cums, experiencing new heights of pleasure as Momo doesn’t stop, continuing to finger her and suck on her clit. Tzuyu couldn’t breath anymore, it felt like her orgasmic high was never going to end. She had barely finished cumming when she was already approaching another orgasm. She couldn’t think anymore, her hands jerked around helplessly while her legs were squeezing Momo’s head involuntarily. And moments later she came again. It was overwhelmingly pleasurable now, Tzuyu’s body wasn’t prepared to handle this much stimulation at once and for a few moments Tzuyu went numb, she could think to a certain extent and wondered what happened but before she could reach to any conclusions, she was brought back when her feelings returned just in time for her to cum yet again. This was too much. Going from being numb to feeling herself cum in a matter of seconds knocked the wind out of her. She screamed in shock and pleasure as she cummed her brains out, she could feel her pussy throbbing and contracting so hard. And then Momo finally withdrew her fingers, slowed down her licking, lapping Tzuyu’s juices around slowly as Tzuyu’s legs slowly loosened around her head and Momo moved her face.

She was grinning, her face a mess from all of Tzuyu’s juices. Meanwhile, Tzuyu was breathing hard, she felt like she’d never be able to catch her breath again, her legs feeling wobbly and weak…

“You lost, you screamed…”, Momo pointed out grinning smugly.

Tzuyu said nothing, closing her eyes and focusing on breathing, her face was sweaty and flushed now.

“And because you lost. You will face your punishment”, Momo stated with finality, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Tzuyu didn’t pay much attention, she heard Momo say she lost the challenge but it didn’t matter to her right now, she just wanted to rest and relax a little right now. She felt Momo get up and mess about near the wardrobe but she didn’t care enough to see.

A minute later, Tzuyu had stopped panting but her breathing was still a bit heavy, she heard Momo come closer again and opened her eyes just in time to see Momo’s hand closing in on her face and Tzuyu panicked and jerked, trying to get up but having hands tied just made her fall back.

Momo chuckled, “Relax Tzuyu, it’s just a blindfold….”

Tzuyu stopped, unsure of what’s happening, “why..?”.

“You’ll see-or find out soon enough anyway”, Momo teased and put the blindfold on her.

Tzuyu couldn’t use her arms or see anything now, it brought out a sense of panic in her, like she was in danger, vulnerable and wanted to immediately tell Momo to stop all this and just let her go but she then she felt Momo stroke her hair and cheeks and then whispered in her ear, “It might be feeling scary right now but trust me I’m going to take good care of you”, Tzuyu then felt Momo press her lips and kiss her intensely, it caught her by surprise and she gasped but then relaxed quickly as Momo kept rubbing her cheek. They made out for a few moments before Momo pulled away. Tzuyu felt herself blush, it felt weird, feeling so restrained, not be able to see and also for Momo to kiss her like that. She kinda liked it, it made her feel strangely safe with Momo, especially when she was stroking her so gently. She didn’t want to admit it but she wanted more. Her thoughts were interrupted when Momo spread Tzuyu’s legs once again causing her to squeal in surprise and held her left leg down, strapping her thigh and then her ankle against the bed and then doing the same to the other leg.

Tzuyu was feeling embarrassed now, her whole body was practically tied up or rather, restrained and she was even blindfolded, she was so exposed…but why was that now starting to turn her on a little, she bites her lips in anticipation waiting for Momo to do something. But instead it sounds like Momo is either taking her clothes off or she’s putting something on, Tzuyu frowned as it didn’t make sense either way. Momo then got next to her, her hand brushing against Tzuyu’s waist when Momo kissed Tzuyu again, her hands cupping her cheeks and Tzuyu felt giddy and giggled.

She liked it, she really liked being kissed by Momo , she admitted to herself as she felt Momo sit infront of her legs, especially with the way Momo was cupping and rubbing her cheeks and….wait…if Momo was cupping her cheeks then what was touch her waist-

Her thoughts were brushed aside when she felt something that was most definitely not Momo’s tongue or hands begin to spread her pussy, she gasped out loud and breathed in sharply, if she wasn’t blindfolded, her eyes would have popped out of her sockets. Her fists clenched and her mouth stayed open.

“Mmmm…are you ready for it Tzuyu”, Momo said smugly as she looked down at the helpless girl. She had put on her strap on which was 6 inches long and 3 inches in girth and was poking at Tzuyu’s entrance, grinning as she knew what she was about to make Tzuyu experience.

“Ah-w-what is…”, Tzuyu whined, gritting her teeth.

“It’s my friend….who will deliver the punish on you for losing”, Momo chuckled, “Don’t worry though, I’ll be in control the whole time and make sure you don’t…suffer too much”.

Before Tzuyu could take all of that in, Momo began to push and make her take something else in, stretching her entrance and pushing the strap in making Tzuyu gasp and moan more as Momo slowly put it in, inch by inch. Tzuyu helplessly thrashed about as Momo filled her up, she couldn’t believe how full she was feeling, it was hard to breath and not being able to move or see only made everything feel more intense.

Momo gave Tzuyu some time to adjust, not moving her hips and instead used the opportunity to play with Tzuyu’s tits while Tzuyu calmed down a little. It wasn’t easy when she was filled like that and having her tits played with but Tzuyu eventually stopped breathing hard and Momo began to slowly move, thrusting slowly, giving Tzuyu all the time to get used to it and as Tzuyu’s moans got louder and more insistent, Momo started to move a bit faster, pulling out almost the whole strap before ramming it back in. It was mind numbingly good for Tzuyu, it felt like pleasure was literally being injected straight into her which it was in a way. She could only moan and whine, calling out Momo’s name every now and then as Momo now began to seriously rail her roughly.

Momo had grabbed Tzuyu by her arms and was pounding her relentlessly, enjoying the moans Tzuyu was letting out. Tzuyu was in 7th heaven, she didn’t know Momo could do any of what she had been doing to her and now she was wishing she experienced it sooner. Her toes were curling hard as she was getting close to cumming, she had lost track of how many times Momo had already made her cum today. “I’m…I-I-I’m..” Tzuyu cried out trying to let Momo know she was close.

Momo smirked, “Do it, cum for me again Tzuyu, I’ll stop if don’t do it soon.”, she kept fucking her hard, deep and rough until she heard Tzuyu cry out as she started to cum and pushed in as deep as she could while Tzuyu nearly lost her mind cumming that hard.

Tzuyu’s whole body jolted and shivered as she came from Momo fucking her, she could feel each little and big movement Momo made in her and she felt like she was cumming forever. She wanted to scream so bad with how overstimulated she felt but couldn’t because the orgasms were draining her energy and making it hard to focus. After nearly a minute, Tzuyu finally came down from her high, breathing heavily and feeling at peace, Momo’s strap still inside her.

Momo smiled and took the blindfold off of her and Tzuyu blinked hard, the lights seeming very bright and it took her a few seconds to adjust before she looked at Momo’s smiling face and then down at her own body to see Momo in her and she blushed but before she could look away, Momo kissed her passionately and Tzuyu felt blissful again, she couldn’t help but smile shyly when Momo pulled away. Momo grinned at her and began to pull the strap out, taking her time, grinding a bit even causing Tzuyu to inhale sharply and gasp before she groaned as Momo pulled it all out. Tzuyu took a deep breath and sighed, feeling a bit annoyed that Momo made such a show of pulling out that she felt somewhat horny again but she was never going to say that or admit it.

“You were such a good girl, you took it so well”, Momo teased.

“Sh-shut up…”, Tzuyu said quickly as her face flushed while Momo began to undo the restraints.

After Tzuyu’s body was free again, she stretched her limbs with a sigh and fell back down, taking a deep breath and laying peacefully but then noticed Momo staring at her.

“What…?”, she asked.

Momo rolled her eyes, “You’re really selfish you know, I did all that for you and you haven’t even thought of doing something for me”

Tzuyu blinked and then smiled, “I was just resting for a moment, of course I’m going to make you happy too. Just give me a second while you lay down too”

Momo sighed rolling her eyes and laid next to Tzuyu, she closed her eyes for a second and then immediately opened them when she felt Tzuyu climb on top of her pinning her arms over her head and holding them there with one hand while she reached for the handcuffs with the other and put them around Momo’s wrists.

“What are you doing???”, Momo demanded

Tzuyu bit her lips and grinned, “Unnie, I didn’t like how smug you were the whole time, taking advantage of me like that…I’m just going to show how it feels like…don’t worry though I’ll make you feel nice and happy like you did to me…..”

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remember this is your favorite, not which one you think is best quality!

#.poll #halo #halo game #really curious about this! mine is by far reach #sorry theres no spartan assult or strike there wasnt room #tho idk..if anyone olays those #accidentally made this only 24 hours whoops

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VS

Summary: Yours and Joel’s newest patrol task is exploring the old mall not far from Jackson. You learn what Victoria’s Secret really is. (She was NOT having an affair with former president of the United States Colonel Sanders) AKA grumpy cranky joel and you get down and dirty in an old Victoria’s Secret.

This is part 1 of my new series “Mall Rats”

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected piv, creampie, doin it in front of a mirror (thanks gracie!), reverse cowgirl, joel is a dick, joel is condescending, reader is charming just like me, Joel does all the work because reader is a lady and Joel is an asshole.

W/C: 4.7k

“Weird looking stairs,” you mumble as you take in the unique environment. Beneath your feet are metallic steps with deep lined grooves, in front of you is Joel, stepping down the staircase. In the enclosed building, the walls are lined with different shops, there’s a few different seating areas. Old posters, advertisements. Colorfully painted walls are overgrown with roots and vines. 

“S’cause they’re not regular stairs,” Joel says with a gruff voice. “S’called an escalator. Didn’t have to walk up and down the steps, you could stay stationary and it’d move ya up an’ down.”

“Sounds cool.”

“No,” Joel mutters. “Not cool.”

None of this is cool to Joel. In fact, it’s the opposite. 

Tommy and his crew had stumbled across this mall while on patrol. Of course they couldn’t be one hundred percent sure, but they deemed it largely safe of infected. He wasn’t sure how picked over it was, but he figured it would be a good task for you and your curious mind. Comb it through for supplies, clothing, entertainment. Take notes and report back to him. 

So what was Joel there for?

To chaperone you, of course. Keep you out of trouble, keep you safe, answer your million and one questions. 

It was Tommy’s sick and twisted idea of a joke. Joel’s new patrol project involved two of the things he disdained the most: Malls, and you.

 Comedy gold.

“No,” you mock his tone with a silly face, “Not cool.”

Joel rolls his eyes and ignores you. When you reach the bottom of the steps, he looks at his surroundings as he reaches in his bag for his flashlight. Turning it on he says, “We’ll start down here and work our way up. Scope everything out, get familiar. Then you can start combing through the stores for supplies and what have you. You stick by me. No wanderin’.”

“Don’t you mean we?” you ask. “We comb through the stores.”

“No, sweetheart, I don’t. S’your job, not mine. I’m just here to keep ya from gettin’ killed.”

Whatever. Joel can bitch and moan about this all he wants, but you’re grateful for the opportunity to explore the infinite wonders of the mall. It’s not like you’ve got much else to do. You’re indoors, safe from the elements and infected. You’re not complaining. 

You reach into your own bag and pull out your flashlight. You turn it on, and the light flickers dimly. You smack it with your palm a couple times before the light finally goes out, then turn to Joel with a sweet smile on your face. “You wouldn’t happen to have a couple extra��”

“You’re lucky I do,” Joel glares at you as he digs through his belongings to find a couple of double A batteries in his pack. You hold out your hand and he begrudgingly drops the batteries in your palm. “Quit fuckin’ around. Be prepared next time.” He’s certainly jolly today. 

You replace the batteries and turn your flashlight on, and begin to make your way through the bottom level of the mall. Joel’s said nothing since giving you the batteries. 

“So what did you do here? Or, not here specifically. Just like, malls in general,” you ask as you make your way through tables and chairs. A big sign on a nearby wall informs you that this area is called the food court. 

“I did nothing. Malls were always packed with people, way too busy. Too many teenagers. Expensive too,” Joel scrunches his nose as he catches a whiff of something foul at an old hot dog stand. “But other people, they’d come here and shop for clothes, get somethin’ to eat. Could catch a movie f’ya wanted.”

“So where’d you get your clothes from?”

Joel shrugs. “Dunno. Just kinda always had them in my dresser, I guess.”

Sounds like Joel. 

There’s a Panda Express, something called Auntie Anne’s that you and Joel are looking through together. He’s eyeing the cooking equipment and you’re baffled as you stare at a five gallon drum of nacho cheese on the floor.

“That cheese is probably still good,” Joel comments. 

“You’re joking.”

“It ain’t the real cheese like we got back in Jackson. Auntie Anne’s was a pretzel shop, lotta people would dip ‘em in that cheese.”

Auntie Anne’s doesn’t have much to offer, so you and Joel move right along. Next stop is Kentucky Fried Chicken. You point to the man on the logo. “Who’s that?”

“Colonel Sanders. He was the president way back when.”

You know better. “No, he wasn’t.”

“Sure he was,” Joel says. “You weren’t there. You don’t know.”

He’s such a dick. You roll your eyes and leave him and Colonel Sanders to their own devices as you walk through the rest of the food court. 

Joel doesn’t realize you’d left. He tells you another Kentucky Fried Fun Fact and when he’s met with no answer, he looks up to find you at Cinnabon at the end of the food court. 

He makes his way to you then kicks you with his boot. “Didn’t I tell you to stay next to me?”

You ignore his question and ask him your own. “What’s Cinnabon?”

“M’serious,” he says. “No more wanderin’.”

“Yeah, yeah. No wanderin’.” you mock his Southern accent once more. But more importantly, you demand answers. “Tell me about Cinnabon.” 

“They’re just cinnamon rolls. Cinnamon. Bun. S’in the name, genius.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t like those much either, then.”

“Actually, they were pretty good. Big and gooey, covered in icing. You were supposed to split ‘em with someone but I never did.”

“Ah, right. You and your sweet tooth,” You smile. 

“I don’t have a sweet tooth,” Joel lies. “Keep movin’.”

So you do. There’s a lemonade stand here and there, but mostly shops now. A bookstore, jewelry stores. Something called “Wet Seal”. You ask Joel what it is, to which he replies “Fuck if I know.”

A shoe store has piqued Joel’s interest. He’s looking for a new pair of boots as you stare out the window of the shop, wondering who the hell Victoria is and what secret she’s hiding. Joel taps you on the arm to tell you to follow him as he leaves the shoe store.

“What’s Victoria’s Secret?”

“Oh,” Joel says. “Nothin’. We don’t need to go there.”

Oof. Bad move, Joel. Now you have to find out what the deal is with Victoria’s Secret. You take off for the store, ignoring Joel’s orders to stick by his side. “Did she have a secret affair with President Colonel Sanders?”

“No, god dammit. Get back here. We ain’t goin’.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t wanna.”

But you do. So you ignore his bitching and approach the store, stopping when you realize exactly what kind of store it is. “Oh.”

Joel catches up to you. “Mhm,” he mumbles. “S’just underwear. Now c’mon, I’m tired of chasin’ ya.”

“No way,” you argue. “I need new underwear. I’m actually going commando right now, so this is perfect.”

 Joel makes a face like he’s in pain and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ. Boundaries.”

You don’t believe in TMI. 

You enter the store, entranced by the women in the photos and the black sparkly floor. There’s a big table with panties laid on top, drawers underneath that indicate sizing. You open the drawers with your size and begin sifting through the underwear. All different styles, patterns, colors. Way cuter than the few you have back in Jackson. 

You pick out a few different pairs. Brown with pink polka dots, pink with red roses. Some bikini styles, some boyshorts. You hold up a white pair with lace and a little blue flower sewn on the center of the waistband. “Joel, look! Aren’t these cute?”

“Just adorable,” he mumbles without bothering to actually look. If his voice were any more full of sarcasm he’d choke. Joel keeps his eyes firm on the ground, like he’s being intimidated by the mannequins and their threatening panties. You giggle and he shoots you a warning look. 

You look for a few more pairs, then find a few pairs that look a little different. You hold one up, trying to figure out which side you put your legs through. When you look at the nearly bare-assed woman in the advertisement that reads 5 for $20 above you, you realize how it’s meant to be worn. Oh, you think. Neato. You stuff a few of the thongs in your bag. Could be fun. 

Joel’s still behind you, eyes still focused on the floor, off in his own, prudish little world. You wonder what he’s thinking. There’s a fire engine red thong in the drawer, with sparkles and lace. You know, the works. And you know it’ll be just perfect for a special someone. “Hey, Joel. Found some for you.”

“Not interested.”

You loop the thong over your index finger and pull back with your other hand, then shoot it at Joel like it’s a hair tie. It hits him square on his nose and he catches it in his hand, then throws it on the ground as he pouts. “Alright, enough. You’re done. We’re leavin’.”

You shake your head. “Tommy said I’m in charge.”

Joel groans. “Oh, for the love of god. In charge, my ass.”

You know better than to keep arguing. So you just walk towards the bras, ignoring Joel’s voice in the background telling you to get back here. He hates it when you walk away from him when he’s speaking, so he always follows you so that you hear every last word. It works out, though. You get to do what you want, and Joel gets to give you his stern talking-to. How’s that for a compromise?

The bras are set up similarly to the panties, with different drawers for different sizes. Joel’s still going off about how you never follow orders, how you probably don’t even need any of this, you’re just doing it to get under his skin. And it’s working. Something about how when we get back to Jackson, I’m telling Tommy to take me off of patrol with y–

You interrupt. “The fuck?”

“What?”

“What does any of this mean? 30A, 30B, 32A, 34C, 34DD?” You hold up different bras and show him the tags. 

“Those are sizes, sweetheart.” 

“Yeah, I gathered that, thanks. But what’s my size?”

“Why’re ya askin’ me? Just grab one so we can go. Christ almighty.” 

Men. No help at all. 

Surely a store that specializes in bras must have some sort of sizing chart or something. There’s end caps with different beauty products, you stuff a strawberry flavored lipgloss in your pocket as you search. The register might have something, you guess. And lucky you, you’re right. Under the counter are a few measuring tapes and charts. 

Predictable Joel follows you, of course. He says nothing as you read through the instructions. First wrap around your back, under your armpits and just above your bust. That’s your band size. Then do the same with your bust, and subtract the band size from the bust. There’s your A, B, C, D and so on.

You take off your hoodie and stand in just a tank top, no bra. When you said commando, you meant it. Joel watches you as you wrap the measuring tape around yourself. 

“Sweetheart,” Joel interrupts, and he sounds exhausted. “What are you doin’.”

“Making you a Cinnabon, what’s it look like?” you mumble with your chin smushed into your neck as you try to read the numbers on the tape. 

And Joel thought Ellie was annoying. 

You’ve got the measuring tape twisted and tangled behind you, and you don’t even realize it. The inner contractor in Joel can’t bear to watch any more of this fuckery. “Give me that,” he spits, yanking the measuring tape away from your body. “You’re useless.”

Joel looks over the directions for a moment before tapping your arms. You lift up, he wraps the measuring tape properly around your body. There’s a nearby pen and he scribbles the number down, then lowers the measuring tape, his thumbs skating over the clothed flesh of your breasts. Your nipples harden as his fingers brush them accidentally. 

And you thought the thong you shot at Joel was red. It doesn’t even begin to compare to the shade of crimson Joel’s face turns as he realizes what he’s done. Quickly, he drops the measuring tape and writes down the second number and your bra size. “Ther-” his voice cracks and he clears his throat. “There. Go find your bra. Then we’re leavin’, and I’m not arguin’ this time.”

You smirk at his vocal mishap. “Okay. But I have to try them on first.”

“You never make things easy for me, do you?”

Joel follows you as you look for a few different bras in your size. You pick out a few that match your panties, and a few others. There’s a silky black bra with so much memory foam padding that it rivals your pillow at home. Again, perfect for your special someone. 

Joel’s smelling different perfumes when you sidle up to him and lay the bra on his head, the large cups sitting on either side of his scalp. “Mickey Mouse,” you tell him.

Joel glares at you as he removes the bra and drops it on the floor. “You are giving me a fuckin’ aneurysm.” 

You look pleased with yourself, which only makes him more pissed off. But the table next to Joel catches your eye. There’s a pretty satin babydoll dress, with a matching pair of panties. It’s a nice light pink color, with pretty floral lace. “Hmm.” you mumble, thinking to yourself.

Joel watches your eyes leave his face as you become distracted. “What?” he turns his attention toward where your vision is focused. “Oh. Nope. You don’t need that.”

 “Why not?”

“You said you needed underwear. S’lingerie. All them frills and lace…” Joel trails off.

“I think it’d be nice for a date night.”

Joel’s jaw clenches slightly. “I do not envy the poor bastard who takes you home,” he says. He’s probably just annoyed, at his wit’s end with you. Probably not jealous. Definitely not jealous. “But guys don’t give a shit what you’re wearin’, honey. Just wanna get what’s underneath. S’a waste of time.”

You shrug and grab your size in the lingerie anyway. Then you take off towards the dressing rooms to try everything on. You enter the first room on the right, and Joel sits at a bench directly across, just a few feet away from you. 

You try on a couple of bras and feel pleased when they fit and support you. They make the girls sit pretty, too.

You take off the bra and eye the pretty babydoll and its matching bottom. So you try it on, and it’s gorgeous. It frames you nicely, sits right above your ass to show off the panties. You admire yourself in the mirror for a while before deciding you’ll save it for a date night. Fuck what Joel says. Maybe he doesn’t like lingerie, but that doesn’t mean you can’t. 

Things are going smoothly until you try to unhook the babydoll in the back. It’s stuck or something. You fidget with it for a second, accidentally smacking your elbow against one of the dressing room walls in the process. 

“Y’alright in there?” Joel calls out to you.

“Fine, just uh…” You step out of the dressing room. “Need your help with the hook in the back. It’s stuck.”

Joel looks like a deer in the headlights when you stand before him, clad in your pink satin babydoll and matching panties. You leave the changing room door open, Joel stares at your ass on the mirror attached to it. He’s all flustered, eyes wide and mouth agape. “Lord have mercy.”

“Yeah, I know. You’re not a lingerie guy.”

Joel swallows thickly. “I don’t know about that, exactly.”

“No?” You raise an eyebrow. Joel, suddenly a man of few words. How much nicer he is when he’s quiet, you think. “How about you unhook it so I can change?”

“Yeah I could uh…do that.” Joel stands up, then carefully holds the straps of your dress between his fingers. His featherlight touch leaves goosebumps on your shoulders. “Shouldn’t be wearin’ this. It’s very impractical.” 

“I know, Joel. You mentioned that.”

His hands trail lower down the straps, his fingers resting against your skin. “Uh huh. Cheap material…could get torn very easily f’ya aren’t careful.”

And then his fingers are moving up the straps again. He places two hands on your hips and turns you around, fingers skating across your ass cheeks. You feel his body step closer to yours, his hot breath on your neck as he whispers, “M’sure it's not stitched too good. Probably not easy to clean, either.” He catches you off guard when you look at yourself in the mirror. He’s staring intently at the reflection of your body, then his eyes flicker to yours.

“Right,” you agree. 

Joel’s scanning your body again, observing how the fabric falls around your curves just so. He looks hungry, like the moment you peel your eyes from him he’ll devour you.

“Are you gonna take it off of me?” He ignores your question as he pinches the bottom of your babydoll between his fingers, the soft satin tickling your skin as he moves the fabric. “Joel?”

“Yeah, hon. I’m gettin’ there. Be patient f’me, now.” Your stomach flutters at the low timbre of his voice, the way he purrs in your ear. Joel absolutely does not like lingerie. Not one bit, god dammit.

His eyes are darkened with lust as he sucks in a breath, admiring the way your breasts sit beneath the clothing, the way it drapes over your stomach and rests on your hips. One of the straps falls off your shoulder and he clicks his tongue. “See? S’no good.”

“Guess so,” you agree, and he places the strap back on your shoulder, his fingers lingering for a moment too long as he contemplates his next move.

“Closer,” he pulls your hand towards himself, and you step backward. He lets his hands slide down your body over the lingerie and you watch him frown in the mirror, his hands stopping when he reaches the bottom of your dress. “N’it covers up all these pretty curves…” Joel lifts up the fabric, inspecting the craftsmanship of your panties. He takes note of the way they’re darkened beneath your core, sticky with your arousal. “These panties…thin, huh?” He traces a finger delicately over the strap on your hip, pulling it back and snapping on your skin. 

Your breath hitches in your throat. “Joel,” you breathe shakily, “You’re teasing me.”

“M’sorry, darlin’. Just tryna show ya somethin’.” You watch as he trails a finger over your mound, dragging it across the damp cloth and finding your clit over the fabric. He rubs steady circles as he whispers, “See, now look at that. You’re stainin’ em. Makin’ a big fuckin’ mess of yourself.”

You bite back a moan. “Joel, what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like, I’m makin’ a Cinnabon.” Joel mocks you from earlier, but you don’t catch his snide teasing. You’re foggy headed and lost in this moment. “I just said I’m tryna show ya somethin’. Now hush while I’m speakin’.” He pushes your panties to the side, smirking when he feels how soaked your soft folds are as he drags his fingers up and down your slit. Your knees weaken and wobble, and Joel wraps an arm around your waist to guide you back some more. He sits on the bench with you on his lap, tapping a foot in between yours. You spread your legs and your stomach flutters feeling his hardness press against you. You watch him through the mirror as he speaks quietly into your ear, his breath tickling you as two of his thick fingers breach your entrance and push inside. “You said this lil’ number would be nice for a date, right?”

You nod while whimpering, turning your face into his neck. With his other strong hand, he holds your jaw and turns your attention back to the mirror in front of you. “S’matter? Don’t be gettin’ all bashful on me now,” he murmurs.  He’s curling his fingers, swirling them inside you and memorizing every inch of your walls. “Watch how I touch ya.”

You watch his fingers twitch and dance under your pretty pink panties. You peel your eyes away to look at his face, and he’s focused on his hand between your thighs. 

“S’pose it could be nice for a date,” Joel breathes. “You’d wear this, what, under a pretty dress or somethin’?”

You nod again.

“And then when that pretty dress comes off that evenin’, then what happens?”

“I-I dunno, Joel.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart. I’ll tell you what happens. Your gentleman's gonna take one look at this little getup and rip it right off. Leave it in shreds on the floor and break your poor heart.”

You’re waiting for Joel to do just that. But he doesn’t, he just keeps fingering you under your panties. Two fingers deep inside you, thumb painting circles into your clit. There’s a heat building in your stomach, tickling you from the inside. Joel takes a moment to lift you up, undo his jeans and pull himself out before he begins to rock against you. His head nudges between your cheeks, warm and smooth and hard. How you wish you could see it, hold it in your hand, feel him with your tongue. You squirm against him and find his free arm, hugging it tight to steady yourself on him. Joel chuckles in a low tone.

“But I know you feel pretty,” Joel continues, “M’gonna work around it for ya, baby, but only if you’re good t’me. You know what that means?”

You’re irritated as you shake your head no. Joel’s using his fingers to taunt you, tease you. He knows just how he’s working you up, giving you just enough to keep you squirming but not enough to send you over the edge.

“It means–” Joel pulls his fingers away from your core and you groan. “Shush. Quit your whinin’.” He pushes you up by your hips so he can pull his pants down a little further, then sits you on his lap again, this time with his cock sitting between your folds and your panties pulled as far to the side as he could get them. With his hands still on your hips, he guides you up and down, up and down, coating himself in your arousal. You can just barely make out the shape as his tip rubs against your clit. He continues, “Means no more wanderin’,” he pulls the top of the babydoll down and watches your tits fall out, his both hands leaving your hips and sliding up to play with your breasts. “Y’come prepared for patrol,” he notches his stiff cock at your dripping entrance, “And I’m in charge. Not you. We clear?”

You nod. You’re not sure how he did it, but with Joel’s teasing, he’s seemingly melted away every bit of attitude in you.

“Good girl. Now don’t say I don’t do nothin’ for ya.”

With that, he thrusts up into you, parting your insides. You watch his cock disappear inside of you before throwing your head back on his shoulder with a moan. Joel smirks before using a firm yet gentle hand to guide your head back where he wants it. “Watch,” he coos, reminding you. “You’re pretty like this.”

Joel uses his hands on your hips to bounce you on his cock, then lets them glide up your body. He palms your breasts, squeezing and watching your flesh move and bulge under his fingers. He gropes you a couple of times while pinching and twisting your nipples, enjoying the way your moans change pitch with the action. 

While Joel plays with your nipples, you ride him. Your thighs ache and tremble, knees shaking. You bounce yourself on him a little longer before letting yourself go limp. 

Joel takes the hint, drops his hands to your hips and picks up where you left off. You lean back and let him do his thing. “Gonna make me do all the work for ya, huh?”

You say nothing, just let those sweet sounds fall from your lips as he fucks you. You reach between your thighs and touch what you can of him, unsatisfied with the way you didn’t get to before. Joel makes a noise, seemingly enjoying it.

He kneads your ass as he uses his strong arms to move you up and down, snapping his hips against yours. “Fuck,” he hisses. He lets out breathy sounds, grunts and growls tickling your ear and making the hair on your neck stand straight up. He’s sweating, soaking through his shirt and making your back feel damp. You’ll take what you can get of Joel right now, but you’re wishing you could see him better. Feel him more, his skin, watch his muscles twitch under you. Or above you. You don’t have a preference at the moment.

“Joel,” you moan. “Oh, Joel.”

He smirks, pleased with the noises you make. Pleased with your lack of words, your lack of attitude. How docile for him you are. He would have fucked you long ago if he knew you’d be like this. So well behaved. 

He turns his face into your neck and bites down. Hard. He soothes the marks over with his tongue, whispering nothings into your skin. You find your clit with your hand and begin circling it while Joel fucks into you. You think you have the right. Joel, however, disagrees.

“Hey,” he smacks your hand away. “What’d we talk about? Who’s in charge?” You move your hand between your thighs again, and Joel circles your wrist with his fingers and holds it away from you. “I asked you a question.”

“You are, Joel,” you breathe. 

“S’right. Means I take care of ya,” In the mirror, you watch Joel let go of your wrist and find your clit himself. “Thought you’d know better. Just sit pretty. S’all ya gotta do.”

“Joel,” you whisper, “Let me come,” 

“What’s the magic word, hon?”

“Please,” you beg. “Please. Make me come for you, I want–I wanna come on your cock, please. Please, Joel.”

“Wrong,”

You huff, exasperated and frustrated. 

 “It’s Cinnabon.”

Joel shifts himself on the bench, finding the perfect angle. He continues fucking you, effortlessly finding that sweet spot inside you. He pulls back the hood of your clit, fingers painting the sensitive nub as he begins his work. Your thighs tremble and shake, he keeps you pressed tight to his chest. 

He’s magic. You’re moaning with abandon, eyes darting between the picture between your thighs and his face, and he’s playing with you like he owns you. 

“Right there,” you tell him. “Right there, Joel.”

Soon enough, your moans become breathier and broken, spread out between a medley of curse words and Joel’s name. 

“Yeah,” he says. “Look at you, comin’ so nice on my cock.”

You squeeze Joel’s working arm as you come, nails digging into his hot skin, feeling his tendons and muscles twitch under your fingertips. Your walls pulse and contract with your orgasm, the pleasure built up deep inside you spilling over and coursing through your veins. 

You’re limp against Joel, letting him use you as he chases his own release. He sits you straight up, bounces you harshly for a moment before breathing through his gritted teeth. You pull your attention from the mirror in front of you and focus your vision on your lap, watching as he comes inside you. Watching yourself soak his cock. He keeps you moving, his spend spilling out of you and over your pink panties. 

Joel pulls your body off of him and sits you back down. His spend continues dripping out of you, spilling onto the bench. He gets your clothes out of the dressing room and places them next to you, then stands you up and unclips your babydoll dress in the back. You forgot about that. But he did say he was getting to it, after all. 

He pulls the garment off of you, then helps you out of your stained panties. He helps you into a new pair of panties, the white pair with the little blue flower on the waistband. “So you’re not goin’ commando anymore,” he says. Then he dresses you in one of your new bras, your shirt and your pants. The lingerie lays crumpled on the floor. 

“So you still don’t like lingerie?” you ask.

Joel shrugs. “Keep it. I don’t care,” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “You tried your shit on, we’re leavin’.”

That’s fine by you. Next stop is Bath and Body Works. You spotted it earlier, and you actually know what that store is. You’re low on body sprays and you’re gonna make Joel help you pick out some new ones, even if you have to drag him kicking and screaming. 

‘Cause Tommy said you’re in charge. 

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all mine — derek hale x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, p in v sex, vampire!reader, rivalry trope, creampie, sadism, requested fic!!

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synopsis: he needs recruits for his pack, you need recruits for a pack of your own. the town is big enough for only one supernatural phenomenon, but you refuse to go down without a fight.

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the night air was thick with tension as you prowled through the dimly lit streets of beacon hills. moonlight spilled onto the asphalt, casting long shadows that danced around you. you were far from the usual supernatural resident of this town. you had no pack, no allegiances, and no high-and-mighty purpose. your existence was fueled by something simpler, more primal—you relished the act of feeding on humans.

stiles and scott, your two unlikely friends, often warned you about the dangers lurking in the supernatural world, and tonight had proven their point. they were your allies in this strange town, and while you didn't exactly need their protection, you enjoyed their company. the trio had faced numerous challenges together, but tonight, you were in the spotlight. derek hale, the brooding alpha werewolf, had been pursuing you relentlessly. he saw you as a potential recruit for his pack, a means to strengthen his power. however, you had no intention of bowing to his authority or becoming a pawn in his game.

tonight, the confrontation reached its climax in a desolate alleyway. derek, muscles rippling beneath his taut skin, blocked your path. the full moon accentuated his fierce demeanor, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he growled, “join my pack, or face the consequences.” you sneered, your lips curving into a wicked smile. your voice dripped with the an almost seductive arrogance as you purred, “consequences? darling, you really don't know who you're dealing with, do you?”

his nostrils flared, and he lunged at you, his claws extended. in the blink of an eye, you moved, a blur of motion, easily sidestepping his attack. his fist struck the brick wall with a resounding thud, creating a shower of debris. the alpha stumbled backward, wincing in pain.

with a self-satisfied smirk, you approached him, your eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. “derek, darling, let me make something clear. i'm not joining your pack. in fact, i'm here for recruits of my own. i have no noble agenda like yours—i simply have the need to feed.”

derek's rage and frustration were evident, but he couldn't move, couldn't speak. you had compelled him, and he was left powerless to resist. as he helplessly watched you, his hatred slowly morphed into something entirely different—a fascination that burned brighter with each passing moment.

your smile widened, a predatory glint in your eyes. “so, derek, are you curious yet? i have a feeling you and i could have a lot of fun together.”

and in that alleyway, under the watchful gaze of the moon, an unexpected connection began to take root—an alliance fueled by mutual curiosity, defiance, and the allure of the supernatural world that surrounded them.

the tension between you and derek lingered in the air, palpable and charged. he remained on the ground, pinned not by physical force but by your compelling presence. you exuded an aura of enigmatic allure, a dangerous beauty that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

derek's anger, once fierce and unyielding, had transformed into an intricate web of conflicting emotions. he found himself captivated by your honesty, or perhaps it was the brazen way you embraced your darkness that intrigued him. it was a quality he rarely encountered in the supernatural world—a ruthless pragmatism that echoed his own.

his breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps as your words slithered through his mind. he could feel the delicate tendrils of your compulsion wrapping around his thoughts, and he was powerless to resist. there was a raw honesty to your confession, an unapologetic embrace of your true nature that struck a chord within him. “you—you're different," he stammered, struggling to find his voice. "most vampires i've encountered are colder, more ruthless.”

your laughter, like the tinkling of glass against glass, filled the alley. “i assure you, i can be just as ruthless when necessary. but what sets me apart is my honesty. i don't pretend to be something i'm not. i revel in the darkness that courses through my veins.”

the moonlight bathed you in an ethereal glow, casting a halo of radiance around your form. it was a stark contrast to the shadows that clung to derek, a constant reminder of the beast that resided within him. serek's eyes never wavered from yours, and in that moment, he realized that he was drawn to you in a way he couldn't fully comprehend. it was a dangerous attraction, one that defied logic and reason. he knew that aligning himself with you could lead to consequences he couldn't yet foresee, but he was willing to explore this uncharted territory.

with great effort, he pushed himself to his feet, his movements cautious and deliberate. “i won't join your pack,” he said, his tone resolute. “but i won't stand in your way either.”

and so, in that alleyway bathed in moonlight, a fragile truce was born. two supernatural beings, bound by their dark desires and their defiance of the norms of their respective worlds, began a dance of intrigue and temptation. the world of beacon hills had just become a little more complicated, and derek hale found himself entangled in a web of shadows, drawn by the enigmatic allure of the vampire who refused to conform to the rules of their supernatural existence.

in the days that followed that fateful night in the alley, derek found himself unable to shake the allure of your presence. he watched from the shadows as you moved through beacon hills, a graceful and deadly predator in your own right. it was a stark contrast to his own pack, where strength and dominance were measured in more traditional ways.

he observed you with a mixture of fascination and trepidation, like a moth hovering on the edge of a flame. there was a certain elegance to your brutality, a refinement in the way you dispatched your victims. it was as if you took pleasure not only in the act of feeding but also in the artistry of it all.

one evening, he watched you from a distance as you entered a dimly lit bar, the neon sign flickering above the entrance. you sat alone at the bar, a glass of crimson liquid in hand. it was a curious sight—the vampire who reveled in the darkness, seeking solace in the anonymity of a human establishment. derek couldn't help but wonder what thoughts swirled within your enigmatic mind as you sipped your drink.

as the night wore on, he approached the bar, taking a seat a few stools away from you. you acknowledged his presence with a sidelong glance, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips. the air between you crackled with unspoken tension, a palpable awareness of the connection that was slowly forming.

“you seem to have a fascination with me, derek,” you purred, your voice as smooth as silk. “or is it curiosity?” he didn't respond immediately, choosing instead to study you with those intense, cobalt eyes. “maybe it's a bit of both,” he admitted finally. “you're unlike anyone I've ever met.”

your laughter was low and sultry, sending shivers down his spine. “that's because i refuse to be confined by the rules of our kind. i embrace my nature without apology, and that terrifies some.” derek nodded in understanding. he knew all too well the weight of expectations and the burden of legacy that came with being an alpha. but here, in the presence of a vampire who was unapologetically herself, he felt a sense of liberation, a flicker of something he had long buried beneath layers of responsibility.

days turned into weeks, and your encounters with derek became more frequent. he found himself drawn to your boarding house, a place that exuded both elegance and darkness. the scent of bourbon hung in the air as you sat in solitude, contemplating the world beyond the shadows.

one evening, he joined you on the porch, the creak of the wooden floor beneath his boots breaking the silence. he held out a bottle of bourbon, a silent offering. you accepted it with a nod of appreciation, pouring a generous amount into your glass.

“sometimes,” you began, your voice soft and reflective, “i wonder if it's all worth it. this existence, the darkness that consumes us. but then, i take a sip of this,” you raised your glass, the amber liquid catching the moonlight, “and i remember why i embrace it.” derek studied you, his gaze searching for answers to questions he couldn't quite articulate. “we all have our demons,” he said finally. “our own reasons for living in the shadows.”

a knowing smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “that we do, derek. and perhaps, in each other, we've found a kindred spirit—one who understands the allure of the darkness and the beauty that can be found within it.”

and so, in the quiet moments shared on that moonlit porch, derek hale and the vampire with the seductive allure formed a bond that transcended the boundaries of their supernatural worlds. it was a connection forged in the fires of curiosity and defiance, a fragile thread that held the promise of something deeper, something neither of them had anticipated.

a few weeks into your growing connection with derek, you decided to make a memorable entrance at the local bar. you had a reputation for leaving a lasting impression, and this night would be no exception. the bar was buzzing with activity when you walked in, the dim lighting casting a seductive haze over the patrons. a tray of martinis passed by, and with a swift, graceful movement, you snatched one from it, the crystal glass glistening in your hand. all eyes turned toward you as you made your way through the crowd, exuding an air of effortless confidence.

stiles, always the first to dive headfirst into any opportunity, was the first to approach you. he leaned in intimately from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “fancy a game of pool?” you turned to meet his gaze, a wicked gleam in your eyes. “why not?” you replied with a playful smile.

stiles's hand found its way to your waist, his touch possessive as he guided you toward the pool table. as you bent over to line up your shot, he leaned in even closer, his chest pressing against your back. the scent of his arousal hung in the air, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity.

meanwhile, derek watched from a distance, his jaw clenched with a mixture of frustration and jealousy. he could smell Stiles's arousal, and it gnawed at him, igniting a fierce possessiveness deep within him. unable to contain his emotions any longer, he strode forward, his movements predatory. he reached out, firmly snatching your wrist and pulling you away from the pool table and stiles's grasp. with an apologetic glance at stiles, you allowed derek to guide you through the crowded bar and out into a nearby alleyway.

the cold night air hit you both as you stood in the dimly lit alley, the sounds of the bar fading into the background. derek's eyes bore into yours, his voice low and demanding. “you don't belong to anyone, especially not him.” you met his intensity with a challenging gaze of your own. “i don't belong to anyone, derek. i told you, i make my own choices.”

his grip on your wrist tightened, his anger and frustration evident. “i won't let him touch what's mine.” the possessiveness in derek's voice sent a shiver down your spine, and a dangerous smile curled your lips. “oh, der, i'm not anyone's to claim. but perhaps,” you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, “you can convince me otherwise.”

in the alleyway, amid the tension and desire that crackled in the air, a new layer of complexity was added to your evolving connection with derek. the dynamics within the beacon hills supernatural circle had shifted, and as the night continued, the flames of intrigue and temptation burned brighter than ever.

you liked the way his breath felt on your neck. warm, but still somehow able to raise goosebumps across the surface. it was the same way his touch ignited fire, yet left coldness in its wake. he made you dizzy with his attention to detail, the way he'd leave your head spinning and vision blurry all because he knew exactly what buttons to press and when to press them. he was rough, and yet careful, like every move was calculated in an effort not to cause you unnecessary pain, and he never left any unintentional bruises. he made you feel intoxicated by the taste of his tongue—sometimes, his spearmint toothpaste and sometimes, you. he was god-like, when he had you like that, and you knew he liked the power trip—to feel superior in this one part of his life he could control.

he pressed his lips against yours, stubble prodding at your soft cheeks as his lips melted against yours. it started off slow and sensual, but only for a splot second. his right hand grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he pushed you into the wall. you struggled against his touch, but against the lust that fueled his every move, you were unable to pull your wrists out of his grip.

“you're not going anywhere,” he purred against your ear. you struggled some more, but for the first time in forever, you gave up. you gave up and succumbed to him. “just like that, that's good.” you stopped resisting, finally melting into his touch completely. he smiled against the crook of your neck, stubble littering goosebumps against his skin as he peppered kisses against your neck. you bit back a moan when the kissing turned into sucking, his teeth pulling on your soft skin, popping vessels and leaving bruises that threatened to stay for a while.

you felt weak under his touch, the hairs on your neck standing up as you felt the straps of your tank top slide down your arms. derek's rough, veiny fingers hooked each strap as he pulled them down, revealing your lacy bra as you slipped out of the top. he couldn't help but grunt at the sight of your tits bursting out of your bra, his hands involuntarily rushing to your boobs. he could only toy with them in awe, your moans bringing him pleasure. never had you been able to imagine yourself so powerless, especially not in his presence.

“what's the matter, princess?” he practically taunted, his voice thick with lust as he licked the outline of one of your breasts, the tip of his tongue tracing your nipple before engulfing it whole. “cat got your tongue?” you couldn't help but tug at his locks of black hair, a gasp passing your lips despite your best efforts to bite back your moans.

“i've had better, hale,” you retorted, a small smirk painting your lips as his piercing gaze shot upwards, meeting yours. he was all but pleased with your answer, and he proved that by tugging at your nipple with his teeth, provoking a sensation that was flooded with pain and pleasure. it was his turn to smirk.

he had you crying in a matter of seconda. he had his palm splayed over your mouth, your cute little cries muffled while he bullied his thick cock into your pussy. your nails scraped at his back, marking his broad muscles with your desperation. he was so big and mean—didn't let you move, didn't let you speak, whispering in your ear, telling you to take it. to take what's yours and be his good little bitch. he bit your neck, running his teeth along your skin, telling you all you’re good for is warming his cock. when he finally lost himself in the feeling of your fleshy cunt squeezing around his dick, he told you to pick a number. “six,” you barely managed a whisper. he forced you to count all his hard strokes in your cunt until tears started to spill onto the slope of your cheeks, until you were gritting your teeth at how deep he was fucking you, until you were finally screaming as he came, spilling his white sticky cum into the used pocket of your pussy.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and low, little strands of hair clinging to his forehead while he stared at the way his cum spilled out your pussy, dripping lewdly into your soft, moist folds. you nodded weakly, gasping as he collected the cum out of your pussy onto his finger, licking the sticky white liquid with a sadistic smile.

he knew that if you were still conscious, he must not have gone hard enough.

#tw #teen wolf #teen wolf smut #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf angst #teen wolf fluff #teen wolf x reader #derek hale #derek x reader #derek hale x reader #derek hale smut #derek hale angst #derek hale fluff #derek hale x reader smut

[dawnoftime22]

moments to never forget.

| T.S

Warnings: None!

Summary: It's your birthday, and Taylor has many plans up her sleeve. She gives you surprises one after another simply in one day, and it becomes the most special birthday you've had yet.

Word Count: 2.9k

Category: Fluff! All fluff!!

A/N: GUESSSS WHO'S BIRTHDAY IT IS??? MINE!!! happy birthday to me :DD so take this as a birthday special <33 I really really hope you'll love this because its one of my most fav fic I've written so far <3

| Started on 01/12/2023, 5:53 PM |

| Finished on 01/12/2023, 11:13 PM |

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“Oh, all I'd ever do for you, and you only.”

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It was a peaceful day. You were sat on the couch in the living room with Taylor, knowing today is your birthday, but you never really did much on it, except get a cake really.

"You know, I have something to show you." She says naturally, but with a mysterious tone in her voice. You piqued up slightly in her embrace at the sentence, curiosity taking over your features.

"What is it?" You ask as she moves to get you off of her and stand up, wanting you to follow with her from her hands tugging on yours.

"You'll see." Her voice was cheeky, her eyes following her smile. You get dragged over to the bedroom, making you all the more curious.

She sits you down on the bed before going off to the closet, where all her clothes are located. She opens it, and you gasp.

Your mouth was open at the set of cardigans in her wardrobe that you knew weren't there before. They were beautiful, and the side of the arms had little stitched in stars in them. You close your mouth as you took in the scene before you. Was this real or a dream? You didn't even know. You were about to ask her to pinch you.

They only weren't there before because Taylor had some of them stored in another house, and she didn't have a piece of each and every one yet, surprisingly, until her team sent her ones she didn't have yet, completing her collection.

"Which one do you want?" She asks softly, her hands waving over to them as a gesture of 'voila'. Her eyebrows raised with a smile on her lips.

"Tay, I love them all, I can't just choose one." Your shoulders slumped with your words, your mind thinking Taylor was asking you to choose only one that you could wear or add to your own wardrobe. Technically you could just steal hers, but that wasn't in your flow of thoughts with the shock, and how your mind was currently focused on her question.

"Well, you can have them all, darling, but right now which one do you wanna wear?" Her sentence comes out with a small giggle that vibrates within her ribs and echoes out to your ears, and you were about to melt into a pool of puddle on the wooden floor with all the love you had for her.

"You choose," you say quietly, not able to make a decision. She hums, half expecting you to have said that, perhaps. The blonde turns her head to look at the closet, her fingers brushing against the soft fabrics of the cardigans, and her eyes were extremely focused.

"How about this one?" Taylor reaches her hand out to one of the hangers, grabbing one of the seven cardigans from her collection. She chose simply on whichever she thought you'd love most, and she never fails in doing so.

You grab the hanger as she gives it to you, your eyes shining at the sight. You delicately take off the cardigan and put your arms in the arm holes, wearing it. It smoothly goes over your shoulders and went off to your other arm as you fully had it on you.

Taylor smiles, her eyes looking over the sight of you wearing something of hers. Well, she has before, considering you stole her hoodies and clothes, but this was especially different. Her own merch.

"You look lovely," she whispers, her voice endearing as ever. A slight red tint appears on your face, and she tries her hardest to get a clear picture of it in her head to store away and remember for years later to come.

"It's warm. It feels like whenever you hug me." You move your arms as if to hug yourself slightly, the comfortable fabric making itself feel like home upon you.

"Well, I'm warmer, but I'm glad it's comfortable." You giggle at her sentence, but she wasn't wrong. Although she is warmer, the cardigan fits you perfectly, and it's soft against the skin of your arms.

She closes the closet doors and walks over to you, putting her arms out to hug you and sit on your lap. She places her arms around your body that was layered in a shirt and the cardigan.

"Are you warm enough?" She asks playfully as she puts her cheek against your shoulder, looking up at you adorably, her blonde hair spilling over your shoulder. You swore you were gonna die happily right then and there.

"You're basically gonna make me melt from all the warmth." You're lucky the room was cold enough for it all to be cozy, and oh so perfect of a temperature.

She giggles, and then gets off of you, standing up and taking your hand into hers, tugging you to follow along.

"Where are we going now?" You ask curiously, your arm pushing you up and your legs straightening to a standing position to follow her. Your hands were intertwined with each other like a perfect puzzle piece.

"Someplace you'll love." She says, grabbing her keys out her pocket and going to the living room, making her way to the front door.

Once she opens the door, the sun was greeting high above the clouds somewhere, but it wasn't awfully sunny. She closes and turns the key into the door behind you. The sky shows a nice and gentle weather, no gray clouds.

The car beeped in the distance to your left, making you turn your head towards it. Taylor tilts her head while she walks to the car, as if to signal you that she was done making sure the house was all safe and locked.

You trail behind her, watching her get in the driver seat to turn on the engine. You thought she'd stay there and close the door, but she goes over to the passenger side and opens yours for you.

A dopey smile was on your face, her small gestures of love being everything to you. You went ahead and walked by her to go sit in the seat. She checks that you're fully in the vehicle before she closes the door.

When Taylor got in and clicked her seatbelt on along with you, she settles her hands on the steering wheel, driving off to the main road and start the journey to your destination, wherever that may be.

You got comfortable, unknowing whether it'll be a short one, or a long one. Before doing so, you turn on the radio and adjust the volume so it'll be good background music. You smile when you hear your favorite song playing.

Her eyes went to watch you every now and then, your head nodding along to the music and some lyrics coming out your mouth. She was so in love with you and everything about you.

When it went on to being half an hour in the car, you had settled down in your seat, watching the trees pass by and looking at the view outside. It seems you were going up a few mountains, and you couldn't wait to see what she had planned.

Taylor was smiling adorably as she drove. The sun was setting already, the two of you having left the house in the evening, and it left an iridescent line on her face, the rearview mirror reflecting the sun.

This was a precious day and a precious moment. You stare at her, admiring her for a second before pulling out your phone, your teeth catching your lip as you took a picture of her.

She notices you in the corner of her eyes, and her smile grew wider with a soft look. "I saw that," she says, knowing you loved to take pictures of her before she sees. But you didn't just take it for that reason.

"There's a rainbow on your face." You point out, and she looks into the mirror, her eyes brightening at the many colors of light visiting her cheek down to her neck. It was as if you were to travel upon a rainbow and find a stash of gold, to which, she practically is one. But she's more valuable and special than a simple pot of gold. Oh, so much more.

"I guess it's true how they say I have a bit of magic running through me." She focuses back on the road ahead of her, joking about the fans to you. You shake your head with a small laugh, but almost agreeing with her and the people who's talked about it. Far too many coincidences with the plane matching her lyrics, and mother nature following her with strikes of lightning.

Soon enough, you arrive, and it was a place somewhere on the side of the road, but there was a small path that could be seen at an angle. You follow Taylor's lead when she got out and locked the car, the wind breezing gently through your hair as you moved.

The sun had gone down by now, and the sky was dark, but the pathway had small lamps lighting up the way. You wondered if that was Taylor's doing, or perhaps they had already been there and this was a spot some people visit.

But it was her doing. She found this place a while ago, and no one else had taken it thus far. It was hers, and your spot now. The grass was green, and there were beautiful trees with leaves flowing and smoothly falling down here and there.

Taylor eventually stops walking, and you see a small picnic set up below an apple tree. She smiles your way, and your lips reflected hers. You couldn't have found anyone better.

She goes to sit down on the fabric, beside her a basket with some food. You sit down with her, shuffling to sit in between her legs with your back against her front.

It was a place where not much light pollution covered the place. You stare up at the night sky. It glimmered with stars, brightly glowing along with the gibbious moon high up the sky. You could see venus and saturn somewhere.

The sight shined off to your eyes, and hers stared down to them, admiring the speechless but happy look on your face. You were staring at the stars, she was staring at you.

You had your hands resting in your own lap, and she went off to the basket to grab a container that has a a slice of cheesecake. One that was delicious, and one from your favorite shop.

There was a small birthday candle, and the blonde gently places it atop the cake, lighting it up with a lighter.

She grabs a fork, opening the lid and handing the fork to you. You didn't see it until she waved it slightly, making you look down. A small gasp makes it way out your mouth when you realize what was on the picnic blanket just beside you.

"Tay, you didn't have to do all this." You say, your voice barely above a whisper from the surprise of how much she's been doing for you just in one day. And she planned all of it by herself. You look at her over your shoulder, your eyes full of emotions.

"But I wanted to. And you deserve every inch of it," she says, so very softly. Her free hand reaches up to caress your cheek with her thumb gently. She then lays a light kiss on your lips, her eyes holding only care and her embrace only holding safety.

Your lips turned upwards, and you gently take the fork from her hand, going off to grab the cheese cake container.

"Make a wish." She whispers gently. You stay quiet for a second, before blowing out the candle. Her face has a smile as she watches you.

"You're not gonna tell me what you wished for are you?" Taylor asks as you dig your fork into the cake, taking a small size before putting it in your mouth.

"Nope. It won't come true if I do." But in honest truth, the wish was her. To be with her forever and always.

The cake melted in your mouth. It was sweet, but not awfully sweet. Just the right amount, as it always had been. Taylor watches your movement from behind as she held you.

You then take another piece, but you didn't put it in your mouth. Instead, you lean back slightly and turn, putting the piece of cheese cake in the air, just near her mouth.

Her eyes flickered down to it, then back to your face. She opens her mouth and eats it, humming with the delicious taste filling her mouth.

She grabs another fork from the basket, wanting to share with you. You let her by putting the plastic container beside the both of you once more, turning back around to rest against her and stare up at the sky.

As the cheese cake was being finished, and the crickets made sound somewhere in the trees, she had thoughts floating in her mind, her eyes wandering over to you every now and then rather than the cake, or the sky.

"Okay, I have one last thing for you today." She spoke up softly, and you look at her, curiosity filling you as you wondered what else she could possibly have in store.

"What is it?" You ask, eager at this point from the sleepiness that might be coming onto you, and how she's been going at you with surprises left and right today. But it is a special day, after all.

"Can't tell you yet. Close your eyes first." She whispered near your ear as if to give off a mysterious tone.

"It better not be a snake like last time." You said as you closed your eyes and raised a brow. She had her mouth open in an act of getting offended even though you couldn't see.

"No! It's your birthday, silly. Of course I'm not gonna scare you." You can hear her smile in her voice, and some movement somewhere near you. She looks at you closely, making sure you had your eyes fully closed.

You then feel one of your arms being tugged up slightly to be put in the air at the same height as your chest, your palm facing upwards. A what felt like a box, with a soft exterior was then placed on your hand.

"Okay, you can open your eyes," she says, and the both of you were filled with anticipation. Hers, of your reaction, and you, of what you're gonna see when you open your eyes. When you did, it was a beautiful black box in your hand with a shiny metal latch.

"You better not have gotten me something far too expensive." Your eyes went off to hers, and she has a smile growing on her face once more.

"Just a reasonable price for something special," was all that she replied with, and you couldn't really say anything much to that, and so, your hand goes off to get the latch and open the lid, revealing a metal necklace that has a heart in the shape of how she draws it, and her initials on the sides of the heart. There are also small charms at the side of your favorite albums of her, not far off from the center of the necklace.

"Taylor. You did not." Your voice was in pure shock, knowing this was definitely custom-made. You had talked before about a necklace that should have certain charms that you would love to see together. But there wasn't one that really existed like that specifically, so you never thought of ever getting it. But she managed to get one specifically for you, and only one exists in the world.

"Yes, I did." She looked down at you, seeing how your hands very gently touched the chain and charms on it, loving that you were awestruck, and also absolutely in love with her.

"Happy birthday, baby." She kisses your cheek softly, hugging you and squeezing slightly from behind. Even a squirrel perhaps that isn't yet sleeping, is looking at the two of you from above a nearby tree, seeing the love you held dear.

"Thank you, Tay." You whisper, your free hand that wasn't holding the box going off to take her hand that was around your stomach in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as she did with your body earlier.

"Help me put it on?" You ask, looking at her. She was looking at you with a soft gaze, like a fawn looking at someone.

"Of course," she replies, taking ahold of the necklace with a gentle grip to not let it fall, and clasping it around your neck, checking it was on properly.

"You look gorgeous," she says, her voice filled with honesty. Her eyes were all focused on you and the necklace on your neck.

"Do you like it?" She asks as if with hope for you to love it, but she already knew the answer to come, she just wanted to hear it coming from your own mouth than her head.

"I love it!!" Taylor adored the pure joy on your face, every second with you making her love you even more somehow, if possible.

The rest of the night was spent with adoration and love, and you sleeping in the car on the ride back home, with her staring at you at some red lights.

It's a whole day of memories to remember, and you aren't ever gonna forget it.

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[it-happened-one-fic]

It's Nice - Floyd

Author Notes: So. Just like with all Floyd fics this one has featured copious editing and has been trapped within my Google docs for quite some time as it underwent that lengthy process. But here it is. A premarital hand holding fic for Floyd. This fic was edited while I was listening to "They Don't Know" by Tracey Ullman which I can almost promise you influenced how this fic turned out. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff/ pre-marital hand holding/ romance implied/ sfw

Word count: 1365

I sat silently next to Floyd, watching as the unpredictable young man toyed with my hand and fingers. 

Simply put, it was an odd way to pass time, but, according to Floyd, my hands were interesting.

And evidently enough, he did find them interesting. After all, the infamously mercurial merman was just sitting next to me, leaned over so that he was largely lying on the table in front of us as he reached over and toyed with my fingers. Apparently perfectly satisfied as he fiddled with them while simultaneously being beyond careful with them. Almost like he thought they were fragile or something.

It was almost enough to make me forget exactly why all of my classmates found Floyd to be a fearful entity.

My gaze slowly shifted to our hands as I pondered what exactly made my hands so uniquely interesting to him, and then the young man in question let out a giggle. 

I frowned slightly, glancing his way questioningly as he sat up with a smile on his face as his eyes stayed on our hands.

 I didn’t get to actually ask him anything though, since he opted to explain without any prompting, “Your hands are so teeny~ How do you get anything done?”

His two-toned gaze found mine as he teasingly questioned me, and I frowned at his words. Slipping one hand out of his grasp, I held it up to better inspect it for myself.

Sunlight streamed through my spread fingers, but, for all my careful looking, I could not find anything unique, interesting, or particularly small about my hands.

In fact, it just looked like a hand. Plain and simple. Nothing special or unique about it at all.

“Are they really that small?” My response came out as more of a murmur than anything, but Floyd still managed to hear it.

“Sure they are! Look,” As he spoke, one of his own hands wrapped around my wrist as he pulled my arm, and me with it, over so that he could flatten his left hand against my right one.

He leaned around our hands, which were now pressed palm-to palm, to look at me with a wide grin, “See?”

His eyes were glimmering at me as I focused on our hands and found that, sure enough, his hand was far larger than mine, with the tips of his long fingers clearly visible over the top of mine.

“Well, I guess in comparison…” I trailed off as I noticed Floyd’s expression shifting from playful to curious as he looked down at our hands and sat back so that he was now sitting directly in front of me.

Slowly, and almost carefully, his hand shifted until his fingers slipped in between mine and folded down over my hand.

He looked utterly fascinated as he carefully held my hand in his with his fingers slipped through the gaps between mine.

And, largely by instinct, I mirrored his motions. But instead of staring out our mismatched hands, I was watching him as I interlocked our hands and caused his eyes to go wide.

It was one of those moments where Floyd looked anything but scary. In fact, he stared at our interlaced fingers with an almost childlike innocence that confused me.

What was so special about holding hands?

He’d tugged me along after him, all but squeezing the life out of my hand along the way, so why…?

I stilled, with my questioning thoughts grinding to a halt, as I realized, with no small amount of surprise, that Floyd had never held my hand like this. 

Instead of lacing our fingers together as they were now, he’d always simply wrapped his hand around mine. Enveloping it in his larger hand as if he were trying to completely hide it from view. 

Perhaps it was to ensure he had a better hold on me, but then I’d always found that I had a better grip if I had laced my fingers through another person’s and locked our hands together in that fashion.

It was a wild shot in the dark, but I found myself eyeing the young man closely as I slowly began to question him, “Floyd, have you never….?”

I trailed off, not entirely sure how to finish my question. But Floyd evidently understood what I was asking since he nodded and responded fairly easily.

“In my mer-form, I’ve got finger webbing, so…” He trailed off, opting to continue to gaze at our hands before giving my hand a tentative little squeeze that had me wondering if this really was the same young man who usually gave out bone-crushing hugs and had what might be the most merciless grip I’d ever experienced.

Though, to be fair, whenever I received one of his squeezes, it was what he referred to as a ‘tiny squeeze’ and was more of a hug than the vice-like hold that he usually dubbed squeezes.

But instead of commenting on his typically crushing grip, I tentatively finished his sentence for him, “So you’ve never held hands like this?”

He nodded, his eyes still on our interlocked hands, with his dwarfing mine as he continued to hold my hand with a surprising amount of gentleness. Almost like he was afraid I would break or slip right from his grasp if he did anything else.

I frowned slightly as I watched him in silence, but it was a strange thought, because I didn’t think I’d ever outright run from him since our early meetings, when he’d been chasing me and making life generally difficult on Azul’s orders.

Since then, I’d gotten so that I was much closer to him and the other two young men of the Octavinelle dorm that had been involved at that time. Now I only ran from him in a more playful manner, though sometimes I was genuinely trying to get away from him; it was never out of fear.

But perhaps a stranger thought was the one of how he’d never held hands like this. Though it made sense in regards to the webbing he had in his merform, it was still strange to think that he’d never done so while on land.

He’d been here for a fair bit of time, after all. He was a second year here at Night Raven College already, and Azul had said they’d gone to some sort of boot camp when they’d come on land, so he’d had plenty of time to hold hands.

But perhaps the opportunity had never arisen. Either way, the novelty of holding hands like this did explain his quietness.

After just a few more moments of silence, his gaze lifted so that he was looking at me once more. An almost embarrassed smile crossed his face as he spoke once more, “It’s nice. Holding hands.”

He held up our interlocked hands as if to show me how nice it was, and I smiled at how our palms seemed to fit together like two puzzle pieces. 

His hand was larger, but mine still fit perfectly in his palm, and our fingers interlaced like they’d found the perfect place to rest. Almost like it was meant to be.

It was almost laughable, in moments like this, to think that so many of the other students here at NRC thought I was insane to spend time with Floyd. But then, I supposed most people didn’t see this side of him.

And, with an odd degree of surprise, I realized that he was right. This was nice, holding his hand like this.

Floyd was always a mercurial person, and somehow that made quiet moments like this all the more special.

By no means did I have a problem with his playful nature, and I could understand his mood swings. I had bad days myself.

But when compared to the usually busy days of time here at school with him and all of my other friends, moments like this seemed oddly precious.

And perhaps that was why my smile spread the way it did, and I gave his palm a tiny squeeze and received a very careful one in return as soon as I softly responded, “Yeah… It is.”

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

LOVING ‘THE OTHER HALF’! You literally write Bruce so perfectly… lowkey curious to see what would happen if the reader finds out he’s The Batman… 🫣

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Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Length: 3.9K

Warnings: Some angst; Bruce Wayne’s Top Notch Communication Skills and secret keeping; canon-typical violence

You’d thought—well, you’d hoped—that as time went on, the questions would go away. You’d hoped that his behavior would make me even more sense. 

It hasn’t. 

If anything, your perception of Bruce has become incredibly confusing. You enjoy your time with him, no matter what the two of you get up to—dinner, parties with his friends or your friends, a night in. More often than not, it’s a night in. After the incident at work, your boss started sticking you with opening shifts. The commute’s way less cantankerous from Bruce’s place, and you’re happy to spend the nights with him, anyway. You sleep better when he’s there. 

The problem is, he’s usually not there.

You always fall asleep with him, but you have awoken on more than one occasion to an empty bed, and an empty penthouse. You’ve texted Bruce on those nights, but his phone has always rung in the apartment. He leaves it sitting on the coffee table. Where the hell does he go without it? Does he have a burner phone? What kind of weird-rich-guy-eyes-wide-shut bullshit is he getting up to that he’s leaving his phone in the apartment for…Hours? You love him, but whatever it is that he’s keeping a secret is beginning to tear your apart.

You want to ask. You have been dying to ask, but it just never feels like the right time. 

-- 

“You and Brucie have been alright?” 

“Oh,” You flounder as Liz nudges your hip with hers, waiting expectantly for your answer. Your hands still over the nibbles that you were putting out on a tray before you resume mechanically loading the spinach puffs that you made. “It’s—Yeah, we’re good.” 

“When are you going to move in?” 

“What?” You splutter a laugh, unable to help it. “Why would I—Did he say something to you?” 

“Oh,” Liz raises her hands in defense. “Sorry. He said you were staying over a lot, you know.” 

“I mean, I have. He’s stayed at mine, too. He’s not moving in with me—definitely not moving in with me, Mish would never stand for it,” You taper off in a mumble. 

“Mish?” 

“My roommate, Michelle.” 

“I didn’t know you had a roommate.” 

“Mhm!” 

“Does she work in a store, too?” 

It feels like a loaded question, and it’s one that you would’ve taken as a jab when you first met Liz. But sometimes you realize that Bruce and his friends live so far above the average Gothamite that they don’t know what it's like to have to live from paycheck to paycheck, in narrow, badly lit apartments that most of your paycheck from your cruddy job goes to. You’re determined not to take offense when they make stupid, probably accidental demeaning comments. 

“Nope!” You chirp. “She’s an administrative assistant at a marketing agency.” 

“Oh! Could you do something like that?” 

You smile a touch tightly, your irritation welling. You’re certain that one was on purpose. 

“You know what, Liz, I think if I really wanted to, I could do just about anything.” 

“Are you two still gabbing in here?” 

You glance back at the sound of Bruce’s question, smiling sincerely at the sight of him. 

“We’re just catching up, having girl chat. Don’t be such a lurker, Wayne,” Liz scolds. She takes the tray that you’ve organized, shooting you a wink before heading for the living room. You lean back against the counter, crossing your arms over your chest. Bruce reaches out, snagging one of the spinach puffs from Liz as she passes him. You smile as he takes a bite of the morsel, then grunts and shoves the rest of the bite into his mouth, sucking some melted feta off of his thumb. 

“Tasty?” You tease. 

“Very. Where’d you get the recipe?” He asks through the mouthful before he swallows.

“My mom.” 

“Mm. Thank her for me.” 

“Sure,” You chuckle. 

“What were you two talking about?” Bruce asks, bracing his hands on the counter behind you. 

“Nothing. Just…Like Liz said, girl stuff.” 

Bruce’s eyes narrow a touch as they wander your face. Then, “She said something about your job again, didn’t she.” 

“She kinda did.” 

“I’m sorry. I’ll talk to her.” 

“It’s alright. If it really starts to bother me, I’ll talk to her about it myself.” 

“You sure?” 

“I’m positive. But thank you.” You reach up, straightening Bruce’s collar. You go still as you spot the blooming of an angry purple bruise on his skin. You know that it isn’t anything you’ve seen before, that it certainly wasn’t anything you could’ve inflicted. It turns your stomach. What the hell has he been getting up to? 

The question sits on your lips, but before you can say a thing, a thud comes from the other room. The sound makes your heart jolt, but you calm when it's chased by raucous laughter. You and Bruce turn your heads toward the sound, and you lower your hand from his shirt, folding your arms against your chest. 

“What do you think that was?” Bruce asks. 

“I don’t know, but they don’t don't strike me as the type to break out the Twister mat.” 

Bruce chuckles before he turns back toward you, his hands resting on your hips. When you don't reach for him in kind, he crowds closer, his smile faltering.

“What is it?” He plies, tipping his head. 

“Hm?” 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” You answer too quickly. You know it by the way Bruce’s frown deepens. 

“What’s wrong?” His question has more of a concerned edge to it now. 

“Nothing is wrong,” You insist, speaking with a pointed slowness. “I’m just…” You search Bruce’s face, taking in the genuine, concerned expression on his face. 

Your questions are all crowding on your lips, threatening to spring forward. Where the hell does Bruce go at night? And how does he know the intimate details of things he oughtn’t? You’ve checked the recording of your interview from the store’s attempted burglary. There was no mention of the route that you and the burglar took to the back office—not from you, and not from the reporter, or your manager. There was no way for Bruce to know where the office was, unless he’d asked your manager—but if he had, she would’ve gushed to you about his speaking with her. 

What lie will he use this time? Spelunking, again? Base-jumping, maybe? You search for the words, drawing in a deep breath. You care so deeply for this man, but you can’t trust him.

“I—” You start, then go quiet, raising a hand and scrubbing it over your face, breathing, “Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.” 

"Can't do what?" Bruce reaches up, cupping your jaw and tipping your head toward him as worry twists his face. “Hey, look at me. What’s going on?” 

“Bruce, I—” 

You freeze, stunned as you hear another loud pop in the hall, chased by the thudding of boots, and a yell of, “Get on the ground!” 

Before you can even think to react, Bruce draws you close, tugging you toward the island and pulling the two of you down to hide behind the counter, his head resting protectively on your head. Your heart drops into your churning stomach, fingers grasping nervously at him. The two of you listen as the boots thunder past you, down the hall, to where Liz and the others are screaming and panicking. Bruce peers over the counter slowly, looking around before he draws you up. You half-stumble after him with nervous feet, watching as he yanks a kitchen knife out of the holder and opening the pantry. He practically shoves you in, pressing the handle of the knife into your hand and warning, “Keep quiet, stay here.” 

“What?” You breathe, “No, nonono, Bruce, don’t—” You wince as he shoves the pantry door shut. You can just see through the slats that he’s running out of the kitchen. You stand trembling in the pantry, both hands wrapped around the knife's handle. You can hear footsteps, and a few more yelled orders before—

You yelp as the kitchen is plunged into darkness before you slap your hand over your mouth, as if you can snatch the sound from the air and shove it back inside. Your hand shakes, palms and fingers sweating around the knife. Your body is wracked with the same panic that you felt at work. You hear a yelp, a shout, a gunshot, and a few more screams. It’s another moment before you hear someone run into the kitchen. Your heart stills in your chest, your breath catching in your throat. You flinch as you hear and see the flash of a gunshot. It’s closely followed by the grunting and groans of someone being beaten. They’re shoved into the counter next, and you hear the rattle of things being swept off of the counter. 

“Who are you?”

The question is gruff and sharp—the vigilante's tone is low, growling. You frown. You know it. You know that sound. You know that voice. You’ve heard it in rare occasions, in far more exciting moments—amorous moments in rooms that are often just as dark. You find yourself stepping closer, straining your ear to catch on the gruff voice again, over the babbling, panicked incoherence of the begging burglar. 

You close your eyes despite the dark of the room, taking in the sound of the voice. You know it—Oh, god you know it— 

“We just picked this random spot, man, we didn’t know who was in here!” The burglar swore. 

“And it just so happened that you weren’t otherwise occupied?” 

Occupied.

Your jaw drops open as your mind flashes to one of Liz’s bathrooms—to your hand smoothing a condom over Bruce’s length as he yells over his shoulder that the bathroom is occupied. There’s a pause, the clang of metal hitting bone, and the dull thud of a body falling to the floor. Before you can stop yourself, you yank the door open and hiss, “Bruce?” 

The kitchen is silent and still. The loudest sound is the thudding of your heart. 

“Get back inside.” 

Your knees go weak. It’s Bruce’s voice. But there’s no way he would’ve had time for someone else to leave, for Bruce to come in. 

“Get back inside,” He urges again. You take a few panicked steps back into the pantry, yanking the door shut again. Your hand holds tightly to the knife, your mind whirling with your revelation. 

When the cops find you, you’re still crouching in the pantry, a knife in your hand and tears in your eyes. Liz is a mess, insisting that Bruce has been kidnapped. You cover and reassure her—tell her that he couldn’t have been, that he left the kitchen right after he ate the spinach puff, that he’s probably back at the penthouse. 

Frankly, you’re not sure wherever the hell he might be, but hey. That’s nothing new. 

--  

He gets back to the penthouse at three in the morning. 

You’re probably not as startled as you should be, but you’re still wired and awake. You've spent the last few hours talking yourself in and out of the revelation. You didn't see who it was—you couldn't. The voice is familiar, sure, but you've heard audio recordings of Batman on the news, and it's wholly possible that someone just sounds like Bruce. You have grappled for every justification, every possibility, but in your heart, and in your gut, you know the truth.

You haven’t gotten a single call or a text from Bruce since the incident, and you look up to find Batman standing in the entryway of the apartment. You hesitate before you push yourself off of the couch. You take a few slow steps toward him, hands flexing nervously at your sides. He keeps quiet and still, as if he’s still hidden within the shadows. You take another step closer, closing the gap between the two of you. You raise your shaking hands carefully, resting your hands on his helmet. You gently lift it away, watching as it ruffles his hair. Your eyes sweep him—his tensed jaw, the darkness around his eyes. 

It’s surreal. You’ve known—you’ve suspected for the last few hours, but to see it now—to see Bruce in armor, to find the man you love behind the mask—

“Okay,” You manage, turning away from him and drawing in a deep breath to try and steady your wildly pounding heart. “Okay.” 

Your hands flex in the material of the mask, and you look down at it, tipping it to and fro. 

"Did you just have this stashed somewhere near Liz's?"

"No. I left by the fire stairs."

"And went where?"

"I had to go rattle a few cages."

“...It's been you the whole time?” You ask. 

“Yes.” 

“So what happened at the shop—” 

“I knew.” 

“And you came to mine and just acted like you had no idea?” 

“I had to make sure you were alright.” 

You stare down at the helmet, fingers sweeping over it. It’s so heavy. 

“...Who else knows?” You ask. 

“Alfred.” 

“Of course.” 

“And someone at Wayne Enterprises. Lucius Fox.” 

“Anyone else?” 

“...I told you about Rachel.” 

You nod, muttering, “Right.” Your fingers flex around the helmet. “How the hell did this—How did it start?” 

“...Can we talk after I take this off?” 

You glance back and find him gesturing to his body. You nod, holding the helmet out to him. Bruce hesitates before he takes it. He doesn’t go. He just looks over you. You shake your head a touch. 

“What?” You ask. 

“Are you alright?” 

For all of your muddled feelings, a little bit of your anger and confusion melts. “Yes. Are you?” 

Bruce nods a little before he turns away fully, eyeing the mask in his hands as he heads down the hall. You can only resist the urge to follow for a few moments. You stand in the doorway of his bedroom, watching the shades come down. He glances back at the sound of you before he begins to remove his armor. You tip your head to the side, watching him shove a row of suits in his closet aside and open a panel on the wall, jabbing a few buttons before you hear a hiss. You watch him step inside and out of sight. 

This could still be fake, right? This could still be fake. He could’ve just used his, like, millions of dollars to get an exact replica of the suit…But it wouldn’t explain why he knew exactly what had happened at the shop. It would explain his weird bruises, his nighttime disappearances. 

You straighten up as you hear Bruce come back, watch him tugging his sweatpants up and over his hips. He’s facing away from you, opening a dresser drawer. You pass the closet as you approach him, just catching sight of the suit descending before the back panel slides closed, obscuring the compartment from view. 

You can see Bruce's body clearly now, for the first time—and it’s beyond bruising. There are scratches and marks riddling his back and sides. Most of them seem old, and faded. You can see the span of the bruise—the radiating bloom of it spreading from his neck, stretching to the slope of his shoulder. You reach out hesitantly, resting your hands on his hips. He goes still—in tension, confusion, you’re not sure. You crowd up close, brushing a gentle kiss to the tender skin. His shoulders relax under the carress, his body leaning back into yours just a little. You smooth your hands gently over the ridges of his abs, nuzzling into his neck. 

You watch Bruce raise his hand, reaching for the light switch. 

“Don’t,” You mumble. When he goes still, you tip your chin up, lips brushing the shell of his ear:

“I wanna see you.” 

Bruce glances guardedly at you over his shoulder before he dips his head. He lowers hand to rest on yours, gently prying it from him. Your stomach flips nervously, then settles as Bruce slowly turns to face you. You can’t help the way your eyes skate and wander his torso, catching on each additional bruise, each fading scar. You raise your hands, gently running them down over his shoulders. You shiver as Bruce raises his in turn, smoothing them up your back.

You crowd closer, pressing your face into Bruce’s neck. He curls his arms around you, nuzzling your temple. You press another careful kiss to the bruise, squeezing your eyes shut as your emotions swell sharply. It’s almost too much to take, knowing that this man who spends his days among Gotham’s elite, grinning at paps, feigning ignorance and carelessness, spends his nights trying to make the city a safer place. You lean back from him, raising your hands to hide your face, and the prickling of tears in your eyes. Bruce doesn’t immediately tug you back in—he gives you some space. You draw in a shaky breath, clearing your face and scrubbing at your face to try to stave the tears off. 

“Okay,” You mumble. “Okay. I need a drink, and you—” You wave in his direction, “You need to talk.” 

--  

It takes him time—time that clearly pains him, that he doesn’t seem to want to take. The two of you sit on opposite ends of his couch. He’s sprawled out across the cushions; you’re scrunched up on the other side, leg bouncing anxiously. When he comes to a stop, he’s staring down at his hands. It’s only a moment before he tacks on, 

“I’m sorry.” 

You frown, shaking your head. It’s confusing. What the hell is he sorry for? Lying? 

“I shouldn’t have let you find out. I think it may be best if we…Part ways.” 

Your gaze lifts to his, brows knitted. 

“...Are you kidding me?” You ask after a moment. 

“No, I’m not—” 

“Oh—” You laugh, stunned, unable to help yourself, springing off of the couch with all of your nervous, pent-up energy. “Oh, that is bullshit, Bruce.” 

“It is not bullshit!” He barks back. “It’s for your safety!” 

“If you wanted me to be safe, you wouldn’t have said a word in the kitchen. You would’ve just gone on your way—or kept using that—that stupid gruff sex voice you use—” 

“Sex voice?” 

“You know, that,” You scrunch your face up, “That, you know, when you—” You clear your throat and lower your voice, letting out a garbled, growling noise. 

“I do not sound like that.” 

“You have before. Like, more than once.” 

“It is not a sex voice.” 

“And it is bullshit, for the record,” You add again, planting your hands on your hips. “If you really, really wanted to cover it, you would’ve stayed in the apartment for when the cops got there, faked that you were as freaked out as everyone else. Or you would’ve come back to the apartment in your regular clothes and told me you’d just stepped out for some air and the cops had kept you from coming back inside. You’re as tired of hiding this from me as I am of you hiding it.” 

Bruce’s face falls, and he shifts in his seat to brace his elbows on his thighs, looking down at his empty hands. 

“I didn’t know that you knew something was…Off,” Bruce admits softly. 

“Not a clue?” 

“A few hints, but I didn’t think it was about the suit.” 

“...Okay, two things,” You close your eyes, holding up two fingers as you gather your thoughts. “It’s not just about the suit, it is about what you do in the suit. I get why now, but—You know.” 

“What’s the other thing?” 

“What the heck did you think I was off about?” 

“I know you’re not stupid. I know you’ve seen some of the blood, some of the bruises. Guess I thought I’d covered it well enough.” 

You can’t help but scoff. 

“With what?” You ask incredulously. “The polo, the base-jumping, the spelunking, or the invisible shaving cuts?” 

“Alright,” Bruce groans, running his hand through his hair. You’re quiet for a moment, looking him over before you turn away from him. 

You can’t tell him not to do it. You can’t pretend that Batman hasn’t done good for this city, or that you haven’t been at the receiving end of it, seen it firsthand. If it had been different—if Bruce had come to you with the idea of an undertaking of the sort, rather than having already established himself as a vigilante—you would’ve told him that it was a ghastly idea, that he’d have himself killed in a day. Still, knowing what Bruce gets up to, night after night, is making your stomach squirm. 

You hear the creak of him rising off of the couch, then feel him coming up behind you. 

“Look,” He sighs, “Batman doesn’t exactly have friends in this city. If you’re linked to him, you could get hurt.” 

You’re quiet for a moment, biting your lip. 

“I doubt I could ever be linked to Batman when I’m not even linked to Bruce Wayne,” You counter.

Bruce reaches out, resting his hands on your hips, tugging you back. You wobble, then sway back into him a little reluctantly. You stare down at the floor, considering. 

You could still cut ties. Your acquaintance is early enough that it wouldn’t raise eyebrows among his friends, or your parents—and, all things considered, maybe Alfred.

“If you want me out of here, tell me,” You finally say, just managing to hide your dismay. 

“It’s—” Bruce starts before he sighs heavily, grip tightening on you. “I want you safe.” 

“I’m safe with you.” 

Bruce curls his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your shoulder. “But what if, one day, you’re not?” 

You glance down at Bruce. You find his eyes squeezed shut, his face twisted in upset and fear. You go quiet for a moment, then rest your head against his, closing your eyes. You can’t blame him for the assumption. He lost his parents to the city. He doesn’t want to lose you, too. 

You turn in his arms, curling your arms around his shoulders and drawing him in. Bruce burrows close, fingers grasping desperately at your shirt. You press a kiss to his head, combing your fingers through his hair. Bruce takes his time straightening before he cups your cheeks, smoothing his thumbs over your cheekbones. He takes in your face slowly, as if it’ll be the last time. You draw a deep breath in through your nose, steadying yourself. Oh, no. 

“Can we go to bed?” You plead before he can say anything else. “Talk about this more in the morning?” 

Bruce hesitates, then nods, mumbles, “Alright.” 

--  

Bruce takes his time joining you under the covers. You let yourself watch him, and think. You’re almost afraid to go to sleep. You’re almost afraid for the sun to come up. You can’t fathom what he’ll say then.

But tonight, when he shuts the lights off, he leaves the blinds up. You can make him out in the dim light of the room as he lays down beside you, as the two of you settle down on your sides and watch one another. You reach out, resting your hand on his cheek as he takes your other hand in his. He nuzzles into your touch, his eyes slipping closed. You see him take in a deep breath, then push it out slowly.

For the first time since you’ve known him, Bruce looks completely relaxed. He’s not shrouded or hidden from you. Your stomach flutters with butterflies as he turns his head, brushing his lips against your palm. 

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mine - h.hj

note: this is a reupload from my old blog

content: sub hyunjin, dom reader, mommy kink, petplay, degradation, name-calling, dry humping, breeding kink, overstimulation, slight choking, multiple orgasms, jealousy/possessiveness, female reader

word count: 4.1k

“Chan-hyung was really friendly with you today, wasn’t he?”

You lifted your head to look at Hyunjin, raising an eyebrow at the odd question. He was seated on the other end of the couch, leaning against the armrest and scrolling through his phone.

Though he was clearly trying to appear nonchalant, his tone of voice was enough for you to sense that what he’d said was more than just a casual comment.

“Isn’t he always?” you answered with a question of your own, trying to catch a glimpse of his expression.

Hyunjin lowered his phone a bit, allowing his eyes to peek up at you from over the device. “I guess,” he replied, sounding unsatisfied with your answer. There was a pause, then he straightened himself up against the cushions, letting out a tiny huff in the process.

You eyed him, curious as to what the reason for his sudden shift in mood could be. You didn’t have to wonder for long, however, as his next words told you everything you needed to know.

“It’s annoying,” he announced.

Realization quickly dawned on you, and you found yourself suppressing an amused smile. “Why? Chan’s friendly with everyone.”

Hyunjin put his phone down to look at you properly, a pout forming on his face. “Especially with you,” he muttered.

“Hyunjin,” you kept your voice light. “What are you saying? You know it’s not like that.”

He looked off to the side, picking at the skin around his nails. “Still,” he grumbled. “I don’t like it. He should know better.”

You blinked, thoroughly confused by his childishness. As far as you were concerned, nothing out of the ordinary had happened that day. You’d just been chatting with Chan casually, the same way you always did when you were around him. Sure, he’d been friendly, but that was hardly anything strange given his sociable nature.

You’d learned early on in your relationship with Hyunjin that jealousy was a feeling he was no stranger to, and you might’ve considered that a problem if you hadn’t learned just as quickly that it didn’t come from a place of ill-intent. He was simply very attached to you, so ready to give you his all that it almost frightened him. Sometimes he needed reassurance that he was just as important to you as you were to him.

It was for that reason that you were always patient with the boy, soothing him gently and quelling any doubts he might have about where he stood with you. That being said, Hyunjin having an issue with one of his friends was something entirely new to you, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit put-off by it.

“I don’t like how much he laughs around you,” Hyunjin continued, a hint of bitterness seeping into his voice. “He’s always trying too hard to please you.”

“Chan’s just a nice person,” you reasoned, hoping you could get him to see how irrational he was being. “Maybe he comes off as flirty sometimes, but we both know that’s not his intention. There’s no need to get upset, baby boy.”

He visibly softened at your use of the pet name, but nevertheless, his lips stayed curved in that childish pout of his. You pushed back a sigh, sensing that you weren’t getting through to him. Once negative thoughts found their way into Hyunjin’s mind, it was a difficult task to get rid of them.

Fortunately, you were more than willing to take it on.

You scooted closer in an attempt to better comfort him, and despite his attitude, he instinctively reached out to touch you as soon as you were within reach.

“What’s gotten into you today?” you murmured.

Hyunjin ducked his head to avoid your stare, sucking his lower lip into his mouth for a moment before answering.

“Nothing, just…” he trailed off, and your interest piqued when you noticed his cheeks turning pink. “Please, don’t forget that you're mine.”

He tugged subtly at the hem of your shirt as he spoke, and something about the gesture paired with the longing in his voice made your spine tingle.

Your concern instantly fizzled back out into amusement, your lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

“Hmm. Those are some bold words,” your shift in tone caught Hyunjin’s attention right away, making his shoulders tense just slightly. “Jinnie thinks he owns me?”

Hyunjin squirmed in his spot, finally lifting his head to look at you. His eyes had grown wide, and the way they glimmered with anticipation told you that you’d hit the nail on the head.

“If you’re worried about being replaced, I’ll be glad to remind you of who you belong to.”

You reached up to grab his chin, and an almost relieved sound escaped Hyunjin, any remnants of stubbornness melting away under your touch. “Mama,” he breathed.

“So this is what you really wanted,” you hummed, sliding your hand down to his neck. His breath hitched as you wrapped your fingers delicately around it, giving the sides of his throat a feather-light squeeze. “I should’ve known. Nothing else fills your empty little head, does it?”

Hyunjin let out a shaky breath, his face reddening fully. “Just want you to p-pay attention to me, Mama. No one else.”

“Cute.” A small whimper slipped out of him as you tightened your hold on his throat. “Go wait for me in the bedroom and I’ll give my puppy all the attention he needs.”

He swallowed hard before nodding, obediently rising from the couch. Just as he took his first eager step, you called out another order.

“On all fours.”

Hyunjin stiffened, scanning your face for some semblance of mercy, only to find none. He let out a miserable whine, but complied nonetheless.

You felt a tinge of satisfaction watching him sink to his knees and crawl sheepishly to the other room. Once he’d disappeared down the hall, you stood up yourself to retrieve his collar, taking your time with the intent of riling him up further.

When you joined Hyunjin in the bedroom, you found him sitting anxiously on the floor, his legs crossed with his hands tucked in the space between them. He straightened his posture when he saw you, his eyes lighting up hopefully as you settled on the bed across from him and beckoned him closer. Hyunjin immediately obeyed, and you slid your index finger down his throat delicately, marveling at the way your touch made him shiver. “Jinnie can’t even stand his Mama talking to anyone else, hm?” You shook your head in mock disappointment. “Are you really that selfish?”

Hyunjin mewled softly, his pulse racing beneath your fingertips. “I’m sorry, Mama,” he whispered. “I know ‘m selfish, but please, just look at me. Only me.”

You snickered at that, finally snaking the collar around his neck and fastening it securely. “Needy little puppy.” You tugged lightly at the accessory as you spoke, ensuring that it wasn’t too tight. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Hyunjin’s breathing grew rapid as you leaned back on the mattress to stare down at him scornfully. Without warning, you used your foot to nudge his hands away from where they covered his crotch, revealing just how hard he’d become in the time he’d been waiting.

“Pathetic,” you clicked your tongue, applying pressure to his half-hard length with your foot. Hyunjin groaned in response, pushing his hips up when you pulled away before he could feel any real relief. “A mutt like you doesn’t even deserve my foot.”

The boy gazed up at you, his eyes wide and glossed over with lust. “Please, Mama,” he begged. “I’ll take anything you give me, please.”

You contemplated what he’d said for a moment, tapping your finger thoughtfully on your chin. Hyunjin stayed perfectly still, waiting for your command with a look of pure need on his face.

Finally, an idea came to mind, and you stuck out your leg, locking your gaze with his.

“Here. Rut yourself against it since you’re so desperate.”

Hyunjin inhaled sharply, not wasting a single moment before scrambling forward to latch onto your leg. “Thank you, Mama, thank you,” he rasped, snaking his arms around your thigh.

You rested your hand on his head, giving it an encouraging scratch to signal that it was okay to move. With your approval, Hyunjin adjusted his position and began to grind his clothed length against your leg. The tag of his collar jingled as he bucked his hips, and the sound of his moans quickly joined it, echoing throughout the room.

“You’re so easy to please, hm?” you purred. “Just a dirty puppy who will fuck anything.”

Hyunjin whined pitifully, cheeks quickly going red again. “Not anything. Only want you,” he protested, his voice turning up in pitch.

“Are you sure about that, baby?” You ran your fingers through his hair to brush the stray locks out of his eyes, a gentle movement that contrasted the harsh words that followed. “Seems like all you care about is getting your filthy cock off.”

Hyunjin gripped your thigh tighter, nails digging helplessly into your clothes. “Please, Mama,” Hyunjin whimpered, voice thick with shame. “That’s not—ngh—true. I’m a good boy. Your g-good boy.” His hips surged forward especially hard, eliciting a shaky, drawn-out moan.

He squeezed his eyes shut, focusing all his senses on the pleasure growing in his abdomen as he thrusted against you. His hair fell delicately back into his face, and a light sheen of sweat began to form on his forehead from all his efforts. He bit down on his plump lower lip, trying and failing to suppress the gasp that escaped him when you pressed your leg forward just barely, meeting the rocking of his hips.

You drank in the sight of him falling apart at your feet, your uninterested expression masking how aroused you truly were. Even in such a desperate, primal state, he managed to look effortlessly beautiful.

You watched him for a few more moments before tapping the crown of his head to get his attention. Hyunjin hardly noticed, too lost in the delicious tension building up in his core.

“Jinnie,” you called. The hint of warning in your voice made him grow alert, reluctantly halting his near-frantic movements.

His eyes fluttered open, and he couldn’t help a low whine as his pleasure was lost. Despite that, he looked up at you eagerly, waiting for any orders you might give.

“Get undressed for me,” you hummed, brushing your thumb along the mole beneath his eye. “I wanna see how hard it makes you to do something so humiliating.”

Hyunjin let out a mortified squeak, pushing his face into your thigh. “Hurry up,” you commanded. “Before I decide to leave you like this.”

Your threat sent a wave of panic through the boy, and he instantly unwrapped himself from your leg to comply. His unsteady fingers slipped under the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with haste. 

You licked your lips as his bare chest was revealed to you, and despite his embarrassment, the feeling of your hungry stare on his body urged him to keep going. He swallowed hard before moving down to the button of his pants, fumbling slightly before managing to undo it. You watched intently as he lifted his hips, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go.

Hyunjin’s length sprung free, standing up against his stomach to give you the perfect view of it. It was painfully hard, and beads of precum had already gathered on the tip of his flushed head.

He squirmed awkwardly as your eyes raked over his body, taking your time to observe every inch of it.

“My baby’s so beautiful,” you cooed. “It’s a shame you’re such a slut.”

Hyunjin ducked his head with a whine, but the way his dick twitched at your words wasn’t lost on you. “What’s the matter?” you faked a pout, hooking two fingers under his collar to pull him closer. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

He nodded miserably, still refusing to meet your eyes. “Mhm,” he breathed. “Please, Mama.”

“Please, what?”

Hyunjin hesitated, lower lip trembling as he tried to brace himself before speaking up again.

“Lemme use your leg, please,” he begged. “Can’t wait any longer. Wanna c-cum against Mama’s leg.”

His quick surrender came as a surprise, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little, delighted with how easily his arousal had overcome his shame.

“You sound so pathetic,” you giggled. “Okay, puppy. Make a mess of yourself for me.”

Hyunjin wasted no time before attaching himself back to your leg, and the sensation of his bare length brushing against you sent sparks of pleasure through his body. “Thank you, Mama,” he gasped out.

His heightened sensitivity had him reduced to whimpers in no time. He bucked his hips against your leg, gripping onto your thigh with even more urgency than before. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, and his mouth hung open as moan after moan spilled out of him.

“You like this Jinnie?” you asked sweetly. “Getting off on my leg like a mutt in heat?”

Hyunjin groaned sinfully before giving a strained nod. “Hah...yes,” he managed to answer, his length twitching wildly against you as he began to move with more urgency. “F-feels good, Mama.”

The room was filled with the sound of his mewls and the jingling of his collar, and you felt yourself grow more aroused with every noise that escaped him. Your hands found his hair again, tugging at it roughly as he slid his cock against your leg.

A particularly loud cry caught your attention, and you gave Hyunjin a curious look. Sweat had begun to trickle down his face, and he bit down on his swollen lower lip as if to stop himself from saying something.

“Everything okay?” you asked, voice softening a bit. Another desperate sound rose in his throat and you felt a tinge of worry, wondering if he’d overwhelmed himself beyond words.

Hyunjin slowed his grinding to a more gentle pace before answering. “M-more…” he panted. “Mama, more, p-please.”

Your worry was quickly replaced with amusement as understanding washed over you. “More?” you echoed. “Did I hear you right, puppy?”

Hyunjin nodded frantically, and you used your hold in his hair to pull his head back, forcing him to look at you. His wide eyes met yours, full of lust and guilt. 

“Wanna be inside you, Mama. Need it.”

The breathless plea sent a shiver down your spine, and you steeled yourself to keep your expression firm. “That’s not what we agreed to,” you pointed out, tightening your grip on his hair. “What was it you told me? I’ll take anything?”

Hyunjin’s face flushed a deep red as you mimicked his earlier promise. “I’m sorry, Mama. It’s not enough,” he whined, voice shaking. “Need you. Please, please let me inside you. I need you so bad.”

You continued to eye him sternly, trying to ignore how wet the sound of his begging was making you. When you didn’t respond, his tone grew more frantic, and he pushed his length against your leg for good measure. “I can make you feel good, too. I can be a good puppy. Please, let me.”

He trailed off feebly, unable to hold your gaze any longer when he knew just how humiliating the view of him was beneath you.

“Hmm. I guess it can’t be helped,” you finally gave in. “You’re such a greedy slut, I don’t know why I expected any different.”

You tapped Hyunjin’s hands, and he obediently released his near death-grip on your thighs before detaching himself from your leg altogether. “Alright, baby,” you drawled, pulling your leg away. “Mama’s gonna let you inside, let’s see if you can keep your promise this time.”

Hyunjin’s eyes gleamed, his cock twitching uncontrollably at the thought of sliding into your wet heat. “Th-thank you, Mama.”

You shifted back on the bed and began to undress, not missing the way he swallowed hard, completely mesmerized as you slipped off your underwear.

Once you were done, you crooked your index finger, silently commanding Hyunjin to come join you on the bed. He scrambled onto the mattress and wasted no time before settling between your spread legs. You felt his length pressing against your folds, making your breath hitch.

Hyunjin was practically trembling with arousal, and he licked his plush lips in anticipation as he eyed the spot your bodies met. “Can I put it in, Mama?” he asked softly.

You reached up to give his head an affectionate scratch. “Go ahead, baby boy.”

As soon as the words were out of your mouth, Hyunjin lined himself up with your entrance, sliding in with ease. Your toes curled at the feeling of his cock filling you up, reaching the deepest parts of your core.

A long, shaky groan spilled out of him as he bottomed out inside you. “It’s s-so wet, Mama,” He gasped out, his eyes squeezing shut. “Feels—ngh—so good. Can I move? P-please can I move?”

You silenced Hyunjin’s babbling with a kiss, pulling him down by his collar to crash his lips into yours. They were soft and slick, and he let out an adorable mewl when you grazed your teeth along them. His length twitched inside of you, and you reluctantly broke the kiss to give him proper permission. “Fuck me like a good boy, Jinnie.”

Hyunjin moaned pathetically, pulling himself out halfway before snapping his hips forward again. He repeated the action immediately, slamming into you over and over as cries of pleasure tumbled out of him.

“Is this what you were begging for baby?” you purred. “Is this what had my puppy so territorial in front of his Channie-hyung?” 

“A-ah! Yes!” Hyunjin sobbed, his head falling against your chest. “Love being inside you...hah...you’re s-so soft and warm.”

He brought a hand up to paw at your chest, squeezing the soft flesh with increasing urgency. His pace began to quicken, making your own pleasure spike, and you slipped your legs around his waist to pull him closer.

Hyunjin’s mouth roamed your chest until he found your nipple, earning a soft moan from you as he wrapped his lips around it and began to suck almost obsessively.

His needy whimpers grew muffled as nursed, thrusting into you with more and more vigor. The slick warmth of his mouth on your sensitive bud invaded your senses until he pulled away suddenly with a sharp cry.

“C-close!” he gasped. “Close, Mama!”

You moved your hand up to cradle his head, trying to catch your breath. “Is it too much already, puppy?”

Hyunjin’s expression was utterly sinful above you as he struggled to muster a response. “Y-yes,” he breathed, a trail of drool beginning to dribble out of his wet lips. “Wanna cum inside. Wanna fuck a baby into you.”

His filthy words sent sparks of electricity straight to your core, and you clenched around him involuntarily. “Yeah? You really think you deserve to? Only good boys get to finish inside.”

He gave a helpless nod, too far gone to handle your teasing properly. “P-please, let me. ‘M your good boy. Wanna fill Mama with my pups,” his voice turned up in a whine as his thrusts grew sloppier and more frantic. “Wanna show everyone you’re mine. C-can I? Please, Mama, please...”

A wave of arousal overtook you, so strong that you felt the last of your resolve crumble. “So filthy,” you murmured. “You can let go, puppy. Don’t stop until I’m full.”

Hyunjin mewled weakly in response, chanting his thanks over and over. With just a few more jerks of his hips, the muscles in his abdomen contracted rapidly, and he was spilling into you.

He let out a choked sob, biting down on his abused lower lip in a futile attempt to suppress the sound. You moaned lowly at the feeling of his seed filling you up, hot and thick. Incoherent whimpers spilled from his mouth into your skin, his length pulsing inside you as he emptied his load with no signs of stopping. You relished in the warm feeling of his cum coating your walls, suddenly overcome with the desire for more.

Just as Hyunjin’s breathing began to slow, you pulled roughly on his hair, raising his head from your chest. “Keep going, Jinnie,” you directed.

“Hah...w-what?” he panted, his disoriented mind barely registering the command.

“You said you were going to be good for me, yeah? Now’s your chance to prove it.”

Panic flooded Hyunjin’s eyes, quickly washing away the bliss of his orgasm. His lips trembled slightly, but he nodded nonetheless, knowing he didn’t deserve to be shown any mercy. “Y-yes, Mama,” he whispered.

He pulled out of you again with a wince, a sharp, uncomfortable sensation replacing any remnants of pleasure from his orgasm. Sucking in a deep breath, he began to thrust in and out of you obediently, grabbing onto your chest for some sort of comfort as the overstimulation fully set in.

The feeling of your walls sucking in his hypersensitive length quickly became too much for him, and his tiny grunts morphed into pained whines. “M-Mama,” he cried. “It hurts.”

“Mm, you can take it, can’t you?” you encouraged, sliding a soothing hand up and down his back. “You were so eager before, fucking into me like that. Don’t hold back now.”

Your words contrasted the gentleness of your touch, and with a sob, Hyunjin nuzzled his face into your neck. “It’s t-too much,” he hiccuped. “Please, Mama...forgive me.”

His begging echoed throughout the room, along with the lewd squelching of his length pushing in and out of you. His hips stuttered in exhaustion, and he cut off his apologies with a low groan.

“Almost there,” you breathed, tightening around his cock as you felt the pressure in your lower abdomen build up. “Keep it up.”

Hyunjin let out a relieved sigh as pleasure began to gradually creep up on him once more. The blood rushed back to his length, and he increased his pace, now chasing his own high along with yours.

His cock stirred up the seed he’d already emptied inside you, and the added stickiness of it nearly sent him over the edge right then and there. “G-gonna cum again soon,” he slurred. “Wanna fill you up again, Mama.”

You slid your hand up to his neck, wrapping your fingers right around his collar. Hyunjin whimpered sinfully as you squeezed the sides of his throat. “Yeah? Gonna fill me with more of your cum, puppy? Gonna make sure you breed me right?”

“Oh, God, please.” Hyunjin groaned, barely able to get the words out due to your hold on his neck.

You drank in his fucked out state through hazy eyes. His face was dripping with sweat by now, and small droplets hung on the ends of his hair, splattering onto your skin with each thrust. He shut his eyes tight as he focused on holding himself together, and his plump lips were borderline bruised from how much he’d bitten down on them.

Your breath hitched as the head of his cock hit your sweet spot, pushing against it in just the right way. Hyunjin seemed to notice as well, and he repeated the motion, angling his sloppy thrusts as best he could.

“That’s it,” you gasped, your hands moving from his throat to grip his shoulders. “Just like that.”

With just a few more thrusts, you came undone. Your nails dug into Hyunjin’s skin as your orgasm washed over you, sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. Your walls clenched around Hyunjin’s length, making him cry out sharply, and within seconds, his climax hit him as well.

A wave of bliss overtook you as his seed poured into you for the second time, warming up your insides in the most addictive way. He babbled incoherently into your skin, his stomach clenching and his cock twitching wildly.

It took several moments for the two of you to come down from your shared highs. Hyunjin flopped heavily against you as the last of his energy fizzled out, his sweaty body melting into yours. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his torso, holding him securely as he panted against you.

When Hyunjin’s breathing finally began to slow, he lifted his head to look up at you, relieved to find that all signs of sternness had been replaced with a fond, loving gaze.

“Th-thank you, Mama,” he murmured, looking completely and utterly spent. “And...‘m sorry for being so selfish today.”

You pushed back his wet bangs to place a kiss on his forehead. “You’re not selfish,” you reassured him gently. “But please, don’t ever doubt how much you mean to me, okay? You’re my one and only.”

Hyunjin buried his face in your chest, suddenly overcome with shyness. “I know,” he mumbled, fully relaxing to the sound of your heartbeat. “I’m yours…” There was a pause, then he let out a blissful sigh. “And you’re mine.”

#skz smut #sub!skz #sub!hyunjin #dom!reader #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader

[akiology]

Phantom Thieves play a farming/life simulator game with S/O

Note: purely self-indulgent... my friends and i booted up stardew valley again so have this . .. i mainly have stardew in mind while writing, so the mechanics will be reflecting that ehe no sumi yet! i have no idea how to write her yet </3 but i am currently playing through p5r so i might add her later!

Akiren

Ahh... he enjoys this game very much. Being somewhere peaceful and quiet AND alone with you? Perhaps a dream come true! As soon as the game is loaded, he starts planting the first few seeds he receives, and then proceeds to forage for things he could sell. When he finds a few flowers, he will give them to you and will pout if you don't accept them.

"You need to meet the people in town!" you tell him as he tries to give you the flower again.

"Why? I already have you. I do not need anyone else."

Definitely the type to do most things with you. You are planting crops? He will water them. You are petting the chickens? He will feed them. You are fishing on the beach? He is right beside you, doing the same. You are going to the mines? He defends you from the mobs while you mine away. He genuinely enjoys being with you all the time (even if in this case, its in a video game).

Enjoys playing househusband as well, should you advance that far in the game, and will be the type to seriously think about the names of your children (in the game). Once the house is upgraded, and there is a kitchen, he now has another purpose. The type to collect recipes and cook, going around town giving dishes to the townspeople. The type to send you off with your 'lunch' and a "Take care! The kids and I will be waiting for you."

Ryuji

Probably giddy the first time you suggest playing the game. He will gladly agree, of course! The only thing though, he does not find the farm work to be entertaining, so you will have to do that. He does not mind taking care of the livestock though! As soon as the game starts, he'd probably hand you the seeds and go foraging instead. Probably the kind to always make sure to have something to sell at the end of the day.

He enjoys going to the mines, and so he is mainly in-charge of the upgrades. Will tend to give you a few pretty stones and/or artifacts he finds. Also the kind to 'unlock' things, such as new areas or new mechanics. He would probably go for achievements, but he's not really a completionist. More so does certain things for its benefits.

"Ryuji, I need a few earth crystals for the mayonnaise makers," you tell him as you were rearranging a few things in your farm.

"Alright babe! I also got you a diamond, by the way!"

He also tries to make your life easier while playing the game, such as letting you upgrade your backpack first, exchanges tools with you when he upgrades so that you have the better quality, and puts torches every where so you do not get lost. Will probably be blushing the whole time while you guys get married, and when you decide to have kids (in-game).

Ann

The game is so cute! Yes, she will gladly play with you! When you first boot up the game, she is a little bit overwhelmed because there are so many things to do, but she will most likely look at the journal/tasks as a guide for things to do. She does not mind doing a little bit of everything, but she mainly enjoys taking care of the livestock. She also likes designing the layout for both the farmland and the inside of the house.

"Oh my gosh! Can I buy the chickens for our coop? Our first children!" Ann gushes, having just finished up the fencing for the said coop.

"Sure, just do not forget to buy food for them as well!"

Once you guys have reached the stage where you are living comfortably, she will try to befriend everyone! Extra resources she have will be given to the townspeople, curious for the lore and a few character backstories. As for the romanceables, she asks for your permission to befriend them beforehand. It's honestly adorable.

When you guys get married, she will dress up accordingly. She is giggling the whole time, and will whisper an 'I love you' to you at the end. When you decide to have kids, she's a bit disappointed that they do not grow up. She finds it fun to put different hats on them, though!

Yusuke

He is a bit clueless at first, and will need you to guide him through most of the things. Once he gets the hang of it though, he will enjoy it. He really likes the background music and the art of the game so those are plus points for him. He tends to forget the farm chores though, as he will usually go to town to interact with different characters and see their stories.

If you let him be in-charge of the farm layout, it will be a beautiful farm guaranteed; even with just the use of flowers, crops, and some tall grasses. He asks that you do not touch it though, so you have two farms. One for profit, and one for whatever Yusuke decides it to be. He rarely goes to the mine, and almost never goes unless you invite him so you are in-charge of upgrading your tools. You, however, task him with buying things needed for the farm such as hay, seeds, etc. He accidentally bought 99 pieces of the wrong thing once though, and he apologized profusely afterwards.

"You bought 99 heaters?!"

"It was beside the hay, my love, I realized too late." Yusuke genuinely sounded apologetic, and you assured him that it was fine.

When you get married, he will give you a bunch of flowers he grew on the farm. He also tends to have a surprise for you every once in a while, like maybe an item he got while exploring, or rearranging your furniture. If you decide to have children, he diligently checks on them and does not want to leave them alone on the farm. You try to tell him it does not make a difference, but he refuses to leave them all by themselves.

Makoto

Another one who is a bit clueless. After watching a bit from you, she starts to learn though. You divide up the chores between yourselves, so that you get equal experiences. Also the one to fulfill all the side quests, even in-game she likes helping people. She finds the game as a good stress relief, given as it has a calming background music and cute art. Also enjoys exploring every new thing together.

"Makoto, will you be my partner for the festival?"

"Y-you don't need to ask. My answer is always yes."

She also likes the combat system, and will visit the mines sometimes. A casual player, she allows you to play even without her. Given that she is a very busy person, she's fine even with just updates on what is going on in the farm currently. Despite this, she somehow remembers which crops/products are the most profitable and encourages you to sell those instead.

If you decide to get married in-game, she is red in the face while the sequence is happening. She might also come back more frequently now, can't let her spouse do all the work on the farm by themselves now, eh?

Futaba

She is probably the one to initiate asking. She has played the game before, and wants to try playing with you as well. Will also probably play the game with a few mods, just to spice it up a little bit. As soon as the game loads, she plants the given seeds and goes to town to greet the people. An absolute completionist for achievements. Might play the game even if you are not online. The kind of player to advance ahead, just so she can help you later on. Despite this, she asks for your input in most things as she really likes including you in the decision-making.

"Should I put the coop near our crops so it's easier for you to navigate?" Futaba asks while she layouts the farm.

"Yes please!"

She keeps a mental list of the things she needs to do, and knows exactly what exact conditions are needed to unlock a certain thing, or the requirements to a certain event. So if you ever find yourself stuck, feel free to ask her! She also does a little bit of everything, therefore her stats are really balanced.

Married or not, she gives you an item every day. She says its a 'power-up', so you will have an easier time doing your tasks. Also, your cat's name is Morgana. She says you guys are one big family over here.

Haru

Yes! It did not take much convincing, honestly. She does not mind being completely in-charge of the crops. She tends to do a few tasks from-time-to-time, though. Especially tasks related to crops, such as bringing a cabbage to a certain person in town. She very much likes the combat system, sure it's a little simple, but she loves it. Sometimes goes to the mines just for it. Not to get an ore, but just to battle.

She gives you flowers, sometimes from foraging, and some she grew on the farm. She studies which crops are the best to grow to ensure profit and also which ones you can eat for HP and fatigue, both for when you or she goes to the mines. She might drop a few fun facts about some of the plants, too.

She is a very casual player, playing for the vibes and also as a bonding quality time with you. Thus, she likes when you ask her to do stuff with you, such as visiting another island together, or going to the mines together. When you get married, she finds it cute that the whole town attended. And to be honest... this game is giving her ideas.

"What if we start a farm that could supply our café?" Haru asks you one night.

"H-Haru! Let us focus on graduating first... "

Goro

A little hesitant to play, but he ends up playing nonetheless. He is a little bit unsure on what to do, so he ends up mimicking whatever it is you do. While he ends up enjoying the game, he will only play when you are online. If he has prior commitments, he lets you play but does not want you to play special events without him.

"Goro~ the festival tomorrow requires me having a partner. Can I ask one of the townspeople instead?"

"No. Do not even think about it. Wait for me," he leaves no room for discussion.

He also likes dividing the chores between you two, so you both get equal benefits. He likes exploring with you, but when he is not with you he is mining purely for the combat. If you ever need monster drops, he probably has a lot in his inventory. Will also redecorate your house a bit, and admittedly he likes the idea of living with you a little too much. Even if it is in-game. He is most definitely not remembering how you designed the house for later references.

He also really enjoyed watching the wedding sequence with you. Maybe one day, you can run away with him and live a peaceful life tending a farm instead? Would you say yes? Maybe it is not too late to start anew somewhere.

#persona #persona 5 royal #persona 5 #royal #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #makoto niijima #makoto nijima #yusuke kitagawa #futaba sakura #haru okumura #goro akechi #akira x reader #ren x reader #ryuji x reader #ann x reader #yusuke x reader #makoto x reader #futaba x reader #haru x reader #goro x reader #akechi x reader #persona x reader #imagines #fluff

[emmitaaa4]

"As if the city view held some answer." On visions, heartbeats through stone, and the Dusk Court.

I'm but a procrastinating engineering student so this is going to be a bit of a messy post/theory, but here we go.

HOFAS spoilers:

Others have probably already theorized about this, but we know that Bryce ended up giving back TT and handing the Starsword (Gwydion) to the acotar folks... could it be that the Gwydion is destined to be Elain's? Or used by Elain, perhaps in the revival of the Dusk court? After all, as @bright-side20 and others have pointed out we already know that she likely accessed TT's powers in acowar (stepping out of a shadow to kill Hybern; if I am not mistaken TT leaked a darkness that even Az was surprised to witness in HOFAS).

sidenote: if you are curious about the link between Avallen & the Dusk court, I encourage everyone to go read this theory/breakdown!

Could this also be why the fact that Elain returned TT (which was an obvious action) was emphasized in ACOFAS, where SJM said she planted seeds for future bookS? Cause I find it interesting that it is Mor of all people that hums pensively as she points out that Elain gave TT back to Azriel: does she know/sense something with that power of hers? Does Elain perhaps See something too, given that she supposedly moved away from it very assuredly? After all, Mor was the one to say that "there is a reason that Elain is seeing these things" (acowar).

ALSO... I believe it's been pointed out already that the heartbeat through the stone that elain famously heard in acowar could have been a literal "beating, vibrant heart locked away far beneath"; i.e. the heart of the Dusk court (hofas). I find it all the more interesting, then, that Gwydion is described to have its light like a heartbeat (paraphrased from hofas, I dont remember the exact quote).

After all, it is looking away from Lucien, towards the windows, that she tells him--or rather, appears to be telling him:

“When I sleep,” she murmured, “I can hear your heart beating through the stone.” She angled her head, as if the city view held some answer. “Can you hear mine?” “He wasn’t sure if she truly meant to address him, but he said, “No, lady. I cannot.”

I repeat:

as if the CITY VIEW held some answer.

What if it did? And what if that answer is found in Gwydion's light and/or the Dusk court's beating heart?

In fact, what else do we know happens (or happened in acowar at least) when she sleeps? Visions, most likely: before she gained the understanding she needed to free herself from the murky-realm she was trapped in (thanks to my man Az), she was lost in a dream-like state. And those dreams often including the trashing sea...

"I can see so very far now. All the way to the sea." Indeed, the sea beyond the Sydra was a distant sparkle. (...) “I can hear your heartbeat—if I listen carefully. I can hear her heartbeat, too.” (who is her? is she hearing her sisters' literal heartbeats, or someone/something else's?)

“I can hear the sea. Even at night. Even in my dreams. The crashing sea—and the screams of a bird made of fire.”

These quotes have been dissected countless times already, but what I'd really like to add to the conversation is that there is something interesting from a passage from HOFAS I referenced earlier:

“And in that moment, the mountain—the island—spoke to her. Alone. It was so alone—it had been waiting all this time. Cold and adrift in this trashing grey sea. If she could reach out, if she could open her heart to it… it might sing again. Awaken. There was a beating, vibrant heart locked away, far beneath them. If she freed it, the land would rise from its slumber, and such wonders would spring again from its earth (…)”

I am about to make the mother of all reaches (call me delulu idc idc), but all this talk about Elain being “blooming spring” and “a promise of spring”… and here we have a slumbering, barren Island (not unlike the way she herself has been forgotten, has been lost in dreams) in the trashing sea (crashing sea, anyone?) which could spring anew.

Just to wrap this up, you cant tell me that this passage isn't extremely Elain "gentle-grower-of-life" Archeron coded:

Dusk, twilight—that’s what the island was in its long-buried heart, what her power bloom into, the lands rising with it. It was, as she said, as if the island had a soul that now blossomed under her care, nurtured by the court she built here.

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Voila :) Hopefully I didnt get things mixed up and this made at least a little bit of sense. Ok so done with my procrastination and now back to thermodynamics (send help)(please).

#hofas spoilers #elain archeron #pro elain #dusk court #hofas #truth teller #gwydion #acotar 5 #acotar theory #kinda messy but bear with me #i needed to brain dump #mor acotar #elriel

[ddejavvu]

Congrats on 20k!! 'Finger lickin' good'--Can I get Steve Harrington, smitten and taking an equally smitten reader home from a party? Could it even get a little spicy 👀?

join my 20K celebration!

'it's finger lickin' good.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

baby i'm sorry i had a vision for this and then it veered completely off course! it's still the same general plotline but it's a lot more giggly than it is sexy and i'm sorry about that </3 i hope you still enjoy!

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You nearly giggle yourselves off of the steps of the porch, landing hard on your feet so that your ankles ache for a second. Steve sways into you, his arm around your shoulders as he drops his empty cup on the lawn.

"Steve! Litterbug," You accuse, and he snorts like it's the funniest thing in the world.

"This is Andy's house," He explains, like that makes it okay to throw trash on the ground, "He deserves it."

"Is that your car?" You point at the first one you see, and he shakes his head.

"No, mine's red."

"That one?" You point at the next red one down the street, but he reacts the same.

"No, I'm in a beamer."

"Is that... that one?" You point across the street, at a brown car that's parked in a house's driveway. Steve isn't sure why you think it's his, it's not a BMW and it's not red, but it strikes his funny bone again, and he laughs higher-pitched than normal.

"No," He pinches your side, and you shriek, nearly collapsing into his hold. He catches you, and it's all the more funny now, meaning you're stumbling down the sidewalk trying not to tip into the street.

"I'm down there," He points behind you two, then seems to realize, "Wait- we're- we're going the wrong way."

You have to sit down to stop yourself from falling over with laughter. Everything is funnier after four full cups of jungle juice, and you clutch at Steve's ankle as you feel a tear escape your eye.

"Shut up!' He urges, swatting gently at your head, "Don't- don't laugh! You didn't know either."

"I want- I want you to carry me, Stevie~," You croon, giggling up at him with tear-lined eyes from how hard you've been struck by the situation, "Please? I might fall down."

"What-? I'm drunk," He grumbles, like you don't know it, "Okay, just don't- don't fall, okay?"

"Okay." You nod, letting him wrestle you into his grip. It's hard not being in complete control of all of your limbs, but you manage to get your uncoordinated arms wrapped around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

Steve starts back down the road towards his car, but evidently you'd strayed too far down the street for the neighbor's dog's liking, and he manages to slip through a gap in the fence to head for Steve.

At first, you think he might be territorial and angry. You yelp, tightening your grip around Steve and trying to hoist yourself up his torso. But Steve scrambles to balance the both of you while also darting away from the animal, and it means his hands land directly on your ass. You don't admonish him, because you really don't care, and the dog is still trotting your way.

Upon a second glance, he's relaxed, merely curious as to why there's so many people in the house next door. You decide you want to pet him, though, and you lean over Steve's shoulder to do so. It means that your ass is in his face, and the skirt you'd elected to wear is giving him quite the show.

"Puppy!" You coo, reaching eagerly for the dog that leans into your hands with several giddy wags of its tail. Steve's having the hardest time keeping the two of you steady while also being considerate enough not to ogle the thin strip of fabric just barely covering your butt beneath your skirt, and he's sure you can feel how flushed his cheeks are from how one presses into the left side of your ass.

"Steve," You laugh, as the dog licks the palm of your hand, "He's friendly! Pet him with me, please?"

"Honey, I can't," Steve grits his teeth as you lean further towards the animal, nearly pitching yourself off of his shoulder, "Can you- can you stand up?"

"No, I'm okay!" You report happily, like he was asking for your comfort's sake, "Keep going, Stevie! Let's see if we can lure him into the car."

"He's not yours, is he?" Steve muses, trekking down the street with more difficulty than he'd like to admit. A pair of guys pass the two of you, and he nearly drops you in trying to smooth your skirt down to a reasonable length so that they can't stare.

"He will be once we get him in the car, c'mon, puppy!" You kiss at the animal, speaking to Steve in your normal voice afterwards, "Finders keepers, Stevie. Oh, but you have to keep him at your house. My parents don't like dogs."

"Oh, really?" He's panting slightly as he sets you down with your back against the window of his car, and he finally gets a good look at the yellow lab you're lured away from his home. He looks happy to be there, eagerly accepting a pat on the head from Steve.

"Yeah. And- um, do you know how to get to my house? I forgot."

"No," He breathes, "You'll remember tomorrow. You said you'd come to mine, remember?"

"Oh, yeah!" You brighten, "But I don't know the way to your house, either."

"I do," He laughs, scratching the dog behind the ears when it noses at his fingers. But he sends him off with a pat to the side, "'Kay, g'home, dog. Let's go, okay?"

"But- my puppy!" You watch aghast as the dog follows orders, tucking his head down towards the ground and trotting back home, "Steve, you're mean."

"It's not- no I'm not!" He urges, "That's not your dog!"

"I wanted him to be," You lament, "Can we stop by the animal shelter on the way home? I wanna get a dog."

"You said-" Steve can't quite remember what you said, actually, he just knows there's a reason why that won't work, "Uh- sure. Yeah, but they're- I think they're closed."

"Tomorrow?" You ask hopefully, and he nods, completely on board with whatever will make the slight pout to your lips disappear.

"Yeah, tomorrow," He unlocks his door, popping the lock on your own side up just after, "Just hop in, we'll do whatever you want, babe."

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[gi-zxt]

brainrot about…

dragon zhongli who adores shinies. oh how he loves them. he’s a dragon, of course he does!

you, back before everyone branded you as the mortal mimic of their god, also loved jewels and necklaces, shinies and the like. back before all hell broke lose and they wanted you as a sacrifice for their god.

when genshin decided to drag you into the world of teyvat, it sort of forgot that you were holding a ten carat diamond necklace you were planning on buying for your mother as a birthday gift. sure, it was expensive, but she likes shinies a lot as well.

yes, you did hang onto it—your backpack helped a lot with that—but you never expected it to come in handy.

zhongli didn’t necessarily want you dead—he was more curious about your existence than anything. really curious, actually. the dragon side of him was like a cat—curious, and willing to do right about anything to find out what the hell it was.

you, on the other hand, wanted nothing to do with the geo archon or any damn dragons you might see along the way.

so when he used said dragon form to go find you, he relied much more upon his instincts. animals typically do.

shinies, he realized, he really, really liked in his dragon form.

that’s why he was standing in front of you, tail cautiously creeping towards the necklace you held in your hand, while you cowered against the cliff you accidentally cornered yourself against. stupid mistake, you realized, but far, far too late to change it.

he reaches a claw out, gently hooking it around the silver chain that holds the diamonds together. golden eyes slowly rove over it, slit pupils dialating at the sight of you, slightly trembling, holding it out to him in fear of what will happen otherwise.

mate, his mind says, hyperfocusing on that one thought of you with the shiny and it’s valuable and you’re just giving it to him—

his tail suddenly curls around you, wrapping you in its coils gently, warm against the humid, cool atmosphere liyue experiences in the winter and that you’ve been dealing with recently.

you freeze up, terrified out of your damn mind. is he going to strangle you? he’s a fucking dragon, and not just any dragon at that—he’s morax, an archon, for heaven’s sake. he could so, so easily end your life with a simple squeeze of his muscles.

no. he nudges his head under your chin, arm going around your shoulder with his claws resting gently on your hair. the vibrations from what seems like purring run through your petrified body; they seem to be comforting purrs, like one a cat would do when you’re scared, but they only make you more terrified.

a tear drips onto his scales, but you relax anyway.

what point is there in struggling? he’s just going to—to kill you, anyway. may as well be relaxed and make it an easy death.

“shh, little mate.”

little—mate…? the hell does he mean—

oh. dragons like shinies. you had a shiny. he thinks you gave it to him as a courting gift. so… you’re his mate? now?

“you’re safe with me, mate. you may be human, but… you are mine to protect now.”

his voice is slightly deeper when he’s reptilian, you notice as a kiss is pressed to your head. it’s also comforting.

“i’m not going to hurt you. oh, little one, how many have?”

you sniffle at his words, embarrassingly enough, tucking your face into your elbow to dry the approaching tears from your eyes. no, dammit, now isn’t the time to cry, you’ve already done too much of that. no point in it now.

besides, it’s just a facade.

right?

his tail relaxes slightly around you as his form slowly shifts to that of a half-human, half-dragon one, but it still remains warm and wrapped around your torso. the neck fluff turns to that of a coat, but holds the same consistency, nevertheless.

he hums the nighttime loading screen music, voice more melodic than you would expect it to be, with his arms coming around your figure as his tail moves to be around the two of you, intertwining you in a double-hug. he shifts you to be in his lap as when he sits against the wall, making sure you’re comfortable before he moves again, draping a cape which you assume represents his wings over your back, tucking it in. it’s soft.

“there. better?”

“‘m scared.”

“of what?” he asks gently. “you’re safe now. no more raiden shogun. no more drunk barbatos. no more scary millelith. no more nighttime monsters. I will keep you safe… mate.”

“you…”

“I promise you, there is no need to be scared. I promise you, with every fiber of my being and all of the contracts that I have signed, that you’ll be safe and secure and fed.”

making an oath on his contracts… that’s a pretty big deal for the god of geo himself. he must really mean it then.

even with your body still in fight or flight mode, you come to realize that he’s being a hundred percent truthful.

well, you think, burying your head into his neck fluff, at least that’s one less nation hunting you down now.

hehe

#genshin cult au #(that’s what I’ll be labeling this as from now on) #zxt-p #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact imposter au #Genshin SAGAU cult au #cult au #hey foul-legacy-lover this one’s for you #you inspired me to write the FL Childe blurb I have

[jpitha]

Between the Black and Gray 7

First / Previous / Next

As Gord approached the social club he stopped and peered at the sign above the door. Shaking his head and smiling, he pushed open the door and stepped in, with Fen and Ma-ren right behind.

"Club's closed, human." The bouncer was fully awake now.

"Name's Gord. Fen and Ma-ren here said that Tam'itarr wanted to meet me."

"Oh, you're Gord?" The bouncer looked Gord up and down. "Don't see how you got one over on little Tam, but fine. Fen and Ma-ren will show you the way." He stood to his full height and flipped the flap of his jacket open, revealing a wicked curved knife. "Be nice, get me?"

Gord raised an eyebrow. "I'm always nice, friend, but I'll take heed your recommendation." He looked back at Fen and Ma-ren. "Lead the way."

As Fen and Ma-ren led Gord to the back his head was on a swivel, taking in everything. There were more people here now than earlier, and nobody hid their curiosity at the new human walking by. News about Tam's failed shakedown had reached just about everyone here and they all wanted to see who they were dealing with.

Tam'itarr was still at his booth, though Tam was gone and there were two guards to the side now who Ma-ren and Fen didn't know. Tam'itarr stood and his mouthparts grinned. "This must be Gord. I am incredibly pleased to meet you." He looked over at Fen and Ma-ren. "I am also pleased that you took care of my request so quickly. I do not forget my friends." He gestured at the booth. "Please, sit! I'll have some refreshments brought. Have you eaten? I can have food sent over if you'd like."

Gord sat, and slid down making room for Fen and Ma-ren. "No thank you, I'm not hungry."

Fen was hungry, but decided that taking Tam'itarr's hospitality twice in one day was too much. Ma-ren also politely declined a meal. The same Tylan bartender from before did bring out a pot of tea and four cups.

Gord took a cup and savored the sip. "It's been forever since I've had a good chamomile. Thank you, Tam'itarr."

"The pleasure is all mine Gord."

Gord sat back. "Now then, Fen and Ma-ren said you had some questions for me? If it's about your son, I have to say that if he had tried for less than one hundred stars, I would have paid up. It was just too much to be hitting up human refugees for straight off the ship. Even if I thought it was a fair amount to pay to smooth my entry, I didn't have that kind of cash."

Tam'itarr held up a hand to halt the conversation. "Say no more about that Gord, I've already spoken to my son about it. You know how it is. Youth is full of vigor and excitement and trying to prove themselves. I have informed him that he shall shake down no more humans who come aboard my station."

Gord raised his eyebrow at 'my station' but said nothing.

"Now then, my friends state that soon after you arrived, you went right for the old human ship Spyglass, and spent more than a day aboard her with Fen and Ma-ren. May I ask what were you doing on the old wreck?" Tam'itarr sat back, watching Gord carefully.

Fen glanced at Ma-ren. Calling Spyglass a wreck simply had to be on purpose to try and get a rise out of Gord. He's never called it that around them.

Gord took another sip of tea. "I was interested in the old Starjumper. There are hardly any left, and I was curious about what condition it was in. Fen and Ma-ren showed me that most of... it's reactors were gone and there were only two left in poor condition. I did manage to cobble a mostly working one out of what was around, but it was really only for lights and heat. Without reactors Spyglass will never move again."

Tam'itarr tried to look disinterested, but Ma-ren noticed his mouthparts twitch. "Oh? I did not know that Spyglass moving under it's own power again was even a possibility. As far as I know, it barely survived the trip here, and has been still ever since. I know it's been a fixture of the docks before I was even born."

Gord shrugged. "Starjumpers are rugged old ships. They're designed to last. There's no reason that... it-" Tam'itarr didn't notice the pause when Gord called Spyglass it, but Fen did "-won't move again if we can install some reactors. It was originally outfitted with six, but only two remain, and of those two only one was really in any state to operate.

Despite himself, Tam'itarr blinked. "Six? So many. Why would a ship need such power."

Gord put his cup down and leaned forward. "Human ships are always overpowered Tam'itarr, your people should know that. Most Starjumpers had between four and eight reactors. It would depend on the needs and history. Spyglass is on the high side of average, that's all." He looked to the side dramatically, making a play of searching for people listening in. "You know Tam'itarr. She can be fixed. Imagine what you could do with a human Starjumper at your call. I remember the war. Ask your parent's parents about Starjumpers. Ask the Xenni."

Tam'itarr leaned in, meeting Gord's stare. "I'm grasping what you're handing out, Gord. I also see what you're playing at." Tam'itarr's mouthparts grinned. "I'm not insulted. On the contrary, I'm pleased you came to me with this plan. What would you need - theoretically - if you wanted to get Spyglass up and running."

Gord sat back and took a sip of tea. "Ideally, I'd need 4 human reactors." Gord held up his hand as soon as he saw Tam'itarr frown. "I know that's not happening, don't worry. I need another reactor - of almost any type - and I need about 10 kilotons of universal printing mass." Gord glanced at Ma-ren. "Actually, a K'laxi reactor would be ideal. They operate similarly to ours and I know for a fact they can be run at a higher than rated power. Once I have the additional reactor, I can use that, plus the one I repaired and the printable mass to repair the other human reactor, and build three more. It'll take a month or two to construct it, but Spyglass has everything in her database, and her printers are operable."

Vel walked over, bent low, and whispered something to Tam'itarr. He put up a large hand to send him away, thought a moment and lowered it. Vel continued whispering.

Tam'itarr grinned and clapped Vel on his back. Vel staggered at the hit, but his ears flicked and he smiled. "Vel here says he knows of a K'laxi onboard who may have an extra reactor he would be wiling to part with."

Gord raised an eyebrow, "Willing?"

Vel shrugged. "He owes Tam'itarr a pile of Stars after losing big betting against Olimar in the arena. He might be willing to part with his ships reactor the square the debt."

"And the printable mass?"

Tam'itarr glanced down at a pad on the table. "That might be harder to procure - though not impossible."

Gord drained his tea. "Tam'itarr, I've worked with people... in your profession before. I know you don't do anything for free. What is all this 'help' going to cost me?"

Vel and the other guards looked at each other and then at Gord.

"I'm pleased to work with someone with such a thorough understanding of... business." Tam'itarr leaned back and clicked his claws together. Another Gren appeared with a pad. Tam'itarr took it, read it over and passed it to Gord.

"What's this?"

"Standard contract. I'll get you a reactor and the printable mass, in exchange for use of Spyglass for my own business. When Spyglass is being used for my business I - or my representatives - are in command fully."

Gord read the contract, his finger sliding up and down as he read. "This doesn't limit the number of times you can use Spyglass." He looked up at Tam'itarr. "4 missions."

"Ten."

"Six."

"Eight"

"I accept. You will have use of Spyglass for eight missions with you or your representative in command." Gord touched the corner of the pad, signing the contract.

Tam'itarr stood and threw his arms wide. "Wonderful. We have an accord." He got out from behind the booth. "If you'll excuse me, I have some calls to make. Please, feel at home in my social club. You may avail yourself of anything here, my treat." He inclined his head slightly and through a door into the back.

Gord stood and looked at Ma-ren and Fen. "We should be going too. I have things to do before parts start arriving." They rose as well.

"Ah, that's too bad." Tam'itarr frowned. "No matter. You three are welcome here anytime. It's been a pleasure."

"The pleasure it all mine, Tam'itarr." Gord smiled and the three of them walked out of the club.

Ma-ren waited until they were back it the lift before saying anything. "Gord. You know Tam'itarr is going to try and to screw you right?"

Gord chuckled. "I'm pleased to hear people still say that. Ma-ren you have no idea how old that phrase is. But yes, Like I told him, I've dealt with gangsters before." He sighed. "There's no crime like organized crime."

"So you're just going to let him use Spyglass for whatever thing he needs eight times?"

Gord shrugged. "For now? Yes. There's no sense in making enemies before you need to, especially when those enemies have parts and pieces you need. We're going to be all buddy buddy and friendly with Tam'itarr and his goons until the reactor and printable mass is aboard. Then, we have a few months to figure out what to do before Spyglass is ready anyway." He looked over at them. "Thanks by the way. You two didn't have to help me out at all, and yet here we are. You helped me when I first got here, and you have been giving me a hand all across the station. As far as I'm concerned, you don't need to be involved anymore, and are free to do whatever." He smiled. "Truly, thanks. You've reminded me why after all this, I still like humans and K'laxi - especially when they're working together."

Fen blinked. Were they being dismissed? "Can we still help out?"

Ma-ren's head snapped over to Fen. "Hon, maybe we should-"

Gord shrugged. "If you want to, sure. What were you looking to do?"

"Can we go with you?"

"What?" Ma-ren's ears flattened. "Fen, really, we need to tal-"

Gord looked at Fen and raised his eyebrows. "You want to leave? Don't you have family here?"

Fen shook her head. "I don't. My only family here is Ma-ren."

"I mean, It's not like Spyglass is short on space, and it would be handy to have another couple sets of hands."

Ma-ren was sputtering, "Fen, I."

Fen smiled "We're useful to have around Gord, I'm sure we can help you."

"Fen, I don't want to leave!" Ma-ren was panting and she had her fists balled.

The lift chimed and the doors opened. Ma-ren stomped out and started running.

"Ma! Wait!" Fen took off after her, then stopped after two steps and turned towards Gord. He gestured towards Ma-ren.

"I'm not going anywhere for months. Go talk to Ma-ren."

Fen took off down the hall.

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #sci fi writing #humans are space oddities #humans and aliens #jpitha #writing #humans and ai #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #Between the black and gray

[leeehye]

Shy Couple .• ❤️

Summary ~ Hoshi and you are known for being a “shy couple”. But you both love each other so much the way you both are. Without the need of s*x or anything like that. But you both start realizing that expressing it more is just so lovely.

WARNINGS ⚠️ - mentions sex, kissing, alcohol, and that’s pretty much it. IT’S CUTE THO ❤️ not really revised, everything is fictional

a/n ~ I am in love with this one! I think my favorite one so far. Please let me know what you think. 💭

enjoy !

Y/n’s POV

The sweet aroma of coffee filled the air while I looked around the new coffee shop that had opened as my friends Breanna and Jia bragged about their boyfriends. Ugh, it was nice talking about our men but they would always flip things around and it ended in a conversation about Hoshi, my boyfriend and I. It wasn’t bad, but it was always about how we never showed affection towards each other, and part of it was true. We had not even kissed since we started dating almost 6 months ago. Hoshi wasn’t the clingy type of boyfriend and I wasn’t either, so I guess that was interesting to others. We cuddled and held hands when we were home alone, but it never ended “in bed” as Jia would call it. 

“So Y/n! Has Hoshi made a move these past…days?” she asked teasingly, giggling with Breanna. I looked at them and rolled my eyes while taking a sip of my coffee.

“No, Jia, nothing spicy…” I whispered blushing. I wasn’t going to lie, talking about Hoshi with my friends was starting to make me curious about Hoshi’s “other side” but I wasn’t going to rush either, I think it made it more captivating. I saw Jia roll her eyes playfully before speaking.

“Oh come on! That man needs to show you love at least by kissing you…on the cheek!” she exclaimed, making people turn to look at us, making the blush on my cheeks grow. I widened my eyes at her signaling to shut the fuck up. 

“Jia, we are both comfortable like this, and he does show me love. He gives me compliments and his sweet jokes and laughs…I don’t think I need to sleep with him to know if he loves me. In fact I think it will make our first time more romantic between the two…” I said, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. Hearing Breanna giggling.

“Aw, that is so cute! Jia leaves little Y/n alone, I think Hoshi and her are such a cute couple… let’s say they are just an adorable shy couple” Breanna said, giving me a sweet smile and I returned the smile.

Hoshi’s POV

I was breathing heavily, adjusting the settings on the treadmill running faster, while a voice reached me, no other than Seungkwan. 

“Hey guys! Looking good, keep going!” He said to Mingyu and Jun laughing, coming to me with a drink and some snacks, he was amazing at annoying us with delicious snacks while we worked out. He got on the treadmill next to me and chuckled. I glanced at him.

“I saw your girl at the coffee shop across the street,” he said, eating his snacks. I nodded my head. But it didn’t stop him from asking questions. I sighed and stopped the treadmill breathing heavily, drying the sweat on my neck with a towel. 

“Yeah we’re meeting them after working out, Jun wants to meet his girl and I want to see mine” I said laughing softly thinking about Y/n. My eyes look at Seungkwan seeing how he made a face. 

“Ew…lovebirds…” Seungkwan exclaimed as Jun came from behind me. 

“That’s what you think Seungkwan, those two have not even kissed!” Jun exclaimed, making me elbow him. 

“Yah! That is private okay!?” I said pouting before looking at them crossing my arms. 

“Come on guys! I mean we are comfortable like that…and we show each other love in private…” I mumbled , looking away shyly.

“So it has happened? You know…you two have fu—” Mingyu started but I widened my eyes quickly, cutting him off.

“Hey! No! I…we haven’t…the thing is…well I don’t want to rush her and…I guess I’m shy?” I suggested shrugging my shoulders. Seungkwan crunched on some chips before widening his eyes and waving his hand up.

“Guys! I have an idea! Jun is having a party today! why don’t you try being lovey dovey with her there?” Seungkwan said happily as Jun chuckled, nodding, as the three of them looked at me.

“Oh shit! would you look at the time! The girls might be done by now…” I said looking at my watch getting out of the conversation into the shower rooms.

Y/n’s POV

The girls and I walked out of the coffee shop and walked towards the gym, enjoying the walk the boys were already coming towards us. Jia smiled widely and ran into Jun’s arms and she hugged him giving him a sweet kiss. I felt shy and went to Hoshi smiling.

“Hi love…how was the work out?” I asked him as we all started walking and Hoshi and I were at the very front. He giggled and looked at me, putting his hands in his pockets.

“It was good love, I think I’m getting better times in,” he said smiling “though it would have been better without Seungkwan,” he added playfully, making me laugh. As we glanced at the back, we saw Seungkwan talking with Mingyu.

“Oh…why baby?” I asked with a giggle. He sighed as he started to recall everything that had happened at the gym.

“He started a conversation about us…how we apparently don’t show affection or that we haven’t…you know,” he whispered, making sure only I heard. I was looking at him and we both blushed.

“Ah…what are the odds,” I said as he gave me a confused look. “the girls and I talked about the same thing…apparently they are curious when we’ll make a move” I whispered shyly, as he opened his mouth giving me a quiet “ah” understanding while I nodded slowly as I shrugged. 

“But I told them we were happy like this…we aren’t the clingy couple but you make me happy and I love you…” I said smiling sweetly at him before looking ahead enjoying our walk slowly feeling something around my shoulders. I quickly looked at Hoshi. He had wrapped his arm around my shoulder. Not like it was the first, but it was the first in public. I noticed a slight blush on his face, starting to imagine the faces our friends might be making right now.

“Jun’s having a party tonight…do you want to go?” Hoshi said, beginning to act like a tough boyfriend making me giggle. 

“Yeah sure!” I said happily. To be honest I was fine with not rushing anything but having him being like this in public did feel different and it made me happy.

-Hours Later - 

Couple hours later, Hoshi and I entered Jun’s house and it was dark with colored lights bouncing around the room and there were more people than we expected. We widened our eyes and looked at each other, of course Jun had to over do it. I giggled softly and it was long before Jia came up to us. 

“Oh you look beautiful Y/n! Can I borrow her for a sec Hoshi?” she questioned grabbing my hand looking at Hoshi who smiled and nodded watching us leaving before going to the voice in the kitchen.

“Girl! I think that dress is provoking him!” Jia said, wiggling her eyebrows at me. I blushed and glanced at Hoshi seeing him already staring at me and he quickly turned back to the conversation he was having.

“do you think so?…I didn’t think it would…cause a spark in him” I said giggling. 

“Hm. Sure you did it on a purse huh? Wait…did he even say anything?” she asked impatiently for information. I laughed and shook my head.

“No, he just smiled and said I looked beautiful….” I said smiling and she rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.

“no, my best friend needs more! He needs to appreciate you!” she said and glanced at Jun, who returned the nod. Suddenly the lights started moving slower and the music changed to a slower and romantic mood. I suddenly looked over at the commotion coming from the kitchen and see Seungkwan pushing Hoshi towards me, making me giggle. Jun was already dancing closely with Jia and the other couples around started getting together.

That’s when Hoshi was pushed on to me and I was laughing looking at Seungkwan. 

“thank you Kwannie!” I said laughing as he made a proud face and went to the kitchen keeping a watch on Hoshi. I looked at Hoshi whose cheeks were burning red, I couldn’t tell if it was the blush or the alcohol the boys had already given him.

I gently took his hands slowly and placed them on my waist. Resting my hands on his arms slowly leaning in kissing his cheek.

“Love…” he started talking in full shock. “So it was true? Do you want me to express love more to you?” he asked quickly and I tilted my head slowly understanding.

“Did the boys say that to you? Hoshi I love you no matter what…but I wasn’t going to pressure you…I was waiting for you,” I said smiling as he threw his head back facepalming himself.

“god…love you should have told me…I mean…I think if you had let me be clingy with you…I think I would be one of the most clingiest boyfriends out there!” he yelled happily, making me giggle. I smiled and slowly took his face in my hands.

“hm I don’t mind my little tiger…” I said softly as he pulled me closer, giving me goosebumps. Our eyes stared at each other somehow communicating without words as he slowly leaned down pressing his soft lips on mine. Our lips moved gently and sweetly for a few seconds, nothing sloppy or fast it felt like it was just the two of us but little did we know we were now kissing in public. 

I slowly pulled away and he rested his forehead on mine.

“you better get ready for my clingy side love” he warned me cutely burying his face in my neck.

“I’m willing to take that challenge” I responded playfully.

“Okay stop being lovey doveys! I’m third-wheeling here!” He heard Seungkwan yelling from the kitchen making us look at him and laugh as Hoshi held me from my waist against him.

“you annoying couples…” Seungkwan said playfully, rolling his eyes.

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a/n - I'm blushing omg! I really want to continue with shy Hoshi! 💕

Q. Who's your bias in Seventeen?

#seventeen #hoshi fluff #seventeen hoshi #hoshi x you #hoshi smut #hoshi scenarios #svt #hoshi svt #scoups #seungkwan #mingyu #jun svt #seventeen scenarios

[breakfastteatime]

Shy. Nervous. Respectful. Those are the emotions radiating from Cal as he looks around his and Jaro's shared quarters. Jaro had time to move what few personal belongings he had in before collecting Cal from his (now former) clan, and he is curious to know what the little one thinks of it all.

Or, to be more accurate, he wonders what each object could tell him.

Ah. That may be part of the reason for the nerves. Although Jaro is quite certain nothing in here could cause any kind of emotional upset. However, that is not for him to judge. He is not the one gifted with psychometry after all.

"Do you sense anything alarming here?" he asks Cal.

Cal shakes his head. "There are lots of echoes though."

"Is there something you want to know more about?" Jaro is aware that Cal has been taught to rein in his curiosity where possible. They will need to find their own balance with his psychometry, especially within their own living space. "What's mine is yours, Padawan. You need not be afraid."

"It's, uh, it's not in here," Cal says. "I think it's in the 'fresher. It's kinda loud."

Most unexpected. Jaro feels an eyebrow twitch as he allows Cal to go on ahead of him. In the refresher, Cal points to an item so tiny, Jaro has to lean in to see what it is.

Of course. Master Yaddle's comb. She'd give it to him years ago, not to use (his hands are far too large) but as a reminder that she had used it to maintain his Padawan braid whenever she needed to add new markers of his successes and achievements... or whenever it simply grew out or became tangled and messy. Jaro had placed it in here for Cal to use, not thinking that Cal would be able to read its past.

"You can pick it up if you'd like," Jaro says. He crouches down to Cal's level, scoops up the comb, and holds it out to him. "I left it here for you to use, but of course I did not pause to consider the echo it may have left in the Force. It belonged to my master, long ago, and she gave it to me after I was knighted and made me promise to give it to the first Padawan I had whose hands were small enough to use it."

Cal giggles as Jaro waggles his fingers. He reaches out and plucks the comb from Jaro's palm. His gaze goes distant as the Force speaks to Cal in a language Jaro cannot understand. Honestly, he cannot even perceive what it is Cal does, only that his connection to the Force is strong and deep, albeit following a different path to the one Jaro's takes. He watches, fascinated, as Cal breaks out into a smile and laughs, returning from the past in amazement. "You were so much bigger than Master Yaddle she had to stand on a stool to reach your head even when you sat down!" he cries out in delight, both hands clutching the comb. "She really liked styling your hair. It was like meditating to her. She hummed while she worked."

"Indeed she did." Jaro had almost forgotten about that.

Cal looks up at him. "You still braid all your hair the way she used to."

"Master Yaddle was wise in all that she did."

"She... she's gone, isn't she?" Cal asks, head dipping, foot scuffing the refresher's tiled floor.

"She is, Cal."

"I'm sorry, Master."

"I know, and I do miss her, however she is one with the Force now, and I take great comfort in that." Jaro can tell Cal isn't entirely sure what that means. A lesson for another day when he is a little older, perhaps. "I will certainly share more stories about her, however, I am sure she would be very happy to know I have kept my promise and given her comb to one who can use it."

"Me?" Cal asks.

"Yes, Padawan, you."

Cal holds the comb tight. "Thanks, Master. I promise I'll look after it!"

#star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo headcanon #jfo minific #cal kestis #jaro tapal #i am in a mood #a mood for BABY CAL and BIG OL MASTER TAPAL #master yaddle #we hardly knew ye

[breannasfluff]

Eldritch Sword

“Hey, Sky!”

Wild’s grinning face meets his gaze when he looks up from polishing the Master Sword. Then again, the sinking in his stomach already announced the champion’s presence. 

“What’s up?”  Please go away, please, I don’t want to feel ill again—

“Can I see the Master Sword?”

It’s instinct to clutch the sword to his chest. Wild is a hero; fought with his own version of the sword, but Fi is so new, now. His friend and companion. 

“She’s not a toy,” he grinds out, trying to loosen his grip. “Not for chopping wood and breaking rocks.”

“Sure,” Wild agrees easily. “But she’s so much younger when you have her! Mine didn’t ever really talk. I’d like to meet her.”

Still, Sky doesn’t hand it over. His stomach flips and spins, making regret well up for the extra helping he took at breakfast. 

“She belongs to everyone, Sky.” Twilight takes the kid’s side, because he’s the only one who doesn’t seem to mind the sickening energy radiating from the Champion. 

Wild grins again, looking eager. “I bet she’ll love meeting me now!”

Something about the wording has him on edge. “Now?”

“Oh, you know how it is,” Wild waves airily. “She didn’t want to come out of the stone at first. The sword wanted a strong hero!”

Or she didn’t want to come out at all. That far down in history, did she have a choice in being taken? Did Wild overpower her innate abilities? 

“…Sky?”

He’s waited too long, clutching the sword to his chest. “Right, sorry.” Reluctantly, he passes the sword to Wild. Behind them, Twilight watches with a frown. 

“Thanks!” The champion’s smile is strained at the delay and he steps back to pull the sword from the sheath. 

Unconsciously, Sky steps closer to match. The world spins slightly below his feet and he shuffles them, trying to find stability. 

Fi is unsheathed with a clear chime of polished steel. For an instant, nothing happens and Sky holds his breath. Wild’s smile is growing as he admires the blade. Then Sky’s stomach drops abruptly and Fi’s chime turns discordant and shrill. 

With a yelp, Wild drops the Master Sword. 

“Fi!” Sky rushes forward to grab it, only to yank back as she burns him. She’s…never done that before. “What did you do?!”

“Nothing!” Wild backs away, but it does nothing to stop the falling sensation the chosen hero is trapped in. “I swear! I just pulled it out!”

“I can’t pick her up!” Fi’s chimes are leveling off, dropping into the range he considers cautious and curious. When he tentatively taps the handle, she’s cool to the touch. 

“Let me try again.” Wild reaches out, frowning when Sky pulls the sword back. “C’mon, I bet it was just surprised!”

“No! Your version of her might have had no choice, but she doesn’t want you now.”

“Sky!” Twilight starts toward, fists balling at his sides. “You take that back.”

But Sky is sick to his stomach, the pain of Fi’s rejection still pulsing in his palms. “It’s my sword.” He turns on his heel and walks away, ignoring the rancher’s threats behind him. 

Wild stands, lost, and watches him go.

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