#(he features in the tags enough to tag him. right?)

[bbyquokka]

drunk

– jeongin is drunk - in more ways than one .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing | yang jeonging x fem reader

genre | established relationship , smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

cw | jeongin is drunk , explicit language , face sitting , oral (f rec) , breast play , masturbation (m) , face riding , 'girl' is used , unprotected penetration

words | 2.7k ~ ( 2,776 )

notes | another piece i wrote when i went on a break! i dont write for jeongin enough :( i hope u all enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it!

m.list — tag list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

soft grunts and groans from beside you fill the space of the car you're currently driving.

the streets are somewhat quiet. the headlights from cars passing by blinding you but the night is calm and quiet which, for a saturday, is unusual.

what's even more unusual is for you to be driving around in your boyfriend's expensive car, with him being drunk and groaning in the passenger seat. his eyes closed as his temple rests against the cold glass of the window, providing some cooling relief to his sweat coated skin.

jeongin, chan, seungmin and hyunjin decided that tonight's the night that they’d go out and have a ‘lads night.’

you don't mind jeongin going out. you trust that he (and his friends) will care and look out for one another. you trust that, when one has one too many, they will stop it from becoming a disaster.

and that is the case for you.

jeongin can handle his drink–to some extent. chan texted you urging you to pick up your not-so sober boyfriend from the club, claiming that jeongin has had one too many shots and alcohol his body can handle.

“feels good.” you stop at a red light to look at your hazy boyfriend. his usual well-kempt hair is disheveled. a beautiful pink haze sits pretty on his glowy, sweat stained skin.

“what feels good, baby?”

“i love you, you know that right?” he mumbles, ignoring your question. you laugh softly and nod.

“i know. i love you too.”

“really?” he lifts his head up from the cold glass, his eyes wide and glistening, like a love sick puppy.

“really. forever and always, remember.” jeongin nods and leans over, hooking his long pinky finger with yours.

“pinky promise.”

“pinky promise.” you repeat with a smile. jeongin sits back in his seat, a grin adorning his facial features and making his eyes crinkle at the corners.

“i’m one lucky man, yn. i’m the luckiest man in this entire world! no.. wait, galaxy!” as the red light switches to green, you start to drive as you listen to your loved one babble on with himself.

after a few minutes of babbling, it falls silent. the only sound is the roar of the car engine and passing vehicles. you think nothing of the silence, until a few small breathy pants ring in your ears.

maybe he is sleeping? is your first thought until you hear a low, guttural grunt. your ears perk up at the sound. you quickly glance to the side. you can only see jeongin slouching in his seat, his head hanging low with his chin tucked into his chest, hair hiding his face.

you focus on the road. the roads may be quiet but that's no excuse to act stupid.

“hurts.” jeongin pants, his voice strained a little. you panic a little.

“what hurts, baby?”

“yn.. it hurts.” he mumbles. he looks up at you to catch your gaze but you keep your eyes on the road. “yn.. help me. please.”

his usual soft voice is now laced with desperation; like he is begging for you.

“tell me what hurts, darling.” is it his stomach? he is drunk after all, so maybe he needs you to pull over.

“help me.” he begs, on the verge of tears. you drive to a nearby car park, shutting off the engine and taking off your belt.

you look at jeongin. the pink haze has now turned red, spreading to his ears. his eyes are hazy and glassy. lips glistening from the saliva.

“baby.. are you ok?” you lean over to him, placing your hand on his thigh gently. he tenses under your touch. 

“hurting.” he repeats. his breathing slowly becoming short and laboured.

“your stomach? if you need to throw up, it's ok to baby.” you squeeze his thigh as reassurance but that causes jeongin to let out a soft grunt and tense more under your hand.

“no.” he huffs, his patience running very thin. “it hurts.” you stare at him, utterly confused. with a huff, jeongin grabs your hand that's on his thigh and places it on his crotch.

“oh. oh!” his cock is straining against the rough material of his black jeans. he bucks his hips in the palm of your hand for some sort of friction but it's not enough to suffice and feed this hunger he has. “why.. how?”

“i..i dont know. i just… looked at you and now i feel so hot and bothered.” his chest rises up and down fast. he squirms in his seat, pulling at the fabric of his shirt as a way of saying ‘get it off me’

“i want to see you.” his eyes scan you, undressing and eating you up. you feel bashful and aware of his prying eyes. he takes his seatbelt off and struggles to unbuckle the belt of his own jeans. “take them off.”

“excuse me?” you stutter. 

“take them off. your pants. off. please. i want to see you, yn.”

“we're in public, jeongin. anyone can see us!” you stumble over your words.

“the windows are tinted.” he states. an argument you lose in an instant. you can't deny, however, that his request has left you feeling a little tingly in the pit of your stomach. “please.”

you nod, giving in to him; as always. you take off your pants, throwing them to the side. jeongin watches you, eyes never leaving you as he licks his lips hungrily.

“c’mer.” rough hands grab your waist and pull you onto his lap. you have no option but to situate your legs on either side of him. his large hands reach behind you to grab the soft flesh of your ass.

“mhm.. missed you.” he murmurs as he massages, squeezes and plays with your ass cheeks. you chew your bottom lip gently, your body twitching every now and then. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. more guttural groans erupt from the back of his throat as he takes in mouthfuls of your scent. “smells good”

“we should go home. you're drunk.” you say in an attempt to stop him. 

“’m fine.” he states. “just want to touch you some more, that's all.” his lips start to pepper kisses along the skin of your neck. they’re soft and gentle at first, but they’re quick to turn into hot, wet open mouth kisses where he leaves behind marks in the form of purple bruises and teeth.

“then can we go home?” you struggle to say due to you slowly losing your composure as jeongin attacks you sweet spots. his large hands playing and fondling with your ass cheeks, occasionally disappearing under the fabric of your t-shirt to stroke your growing hot skin.

“maybe. or maybe i’ll just devour you right here, right now.” he purrs. you shuffle on his lap to get comfy, your core throbbing and stomach tingling. your fingers dig into his shoulder blades as a way to help ground yourself.

“devour me? how?” you play dumb. your body tingles with pleasure. your core is throbbing and you can feel your slick being soaked up by your panties, creating an embarrassing wet spot.

“like this.” his seat falls back, taking you with him. in one swift moment, he manhandles you onto his face so you're straddling him. his large hands on your thighs, gripping them with force.

“baby!” you peer down at your hazy boyfriend, his head between your legs. you feel his breath fanning against your clothed core, the dampness in your panties intensifying with each puff of air.

“what?” he says nonchalantly. 

“you're unbelievable!” you squeak in embarrassment. the lewd position you're in makes you feel bashful; even though it's not your first time like this with him but it is a first in public.

“and you smell good.” he groans. his long finger trails from your thigh, to your inner thigh and to your clothed core. he presses his finger against your core, against the wet patch on the fabric and hums in satisfaction.

“you're wet.” he states, feeling somewhat cocky and proud. “i haven't done anything and you're wet.”

“s-shut up! you don't have to state it. gosh, this is so embarrassing.” you whine.

“not embarrassing. hot. so fucking hot. you have no idea the effect you have on me, yn.” he peers up at you, his foxlike eyes boring into your soul. he turns his head slightly, planting open mouth kisses on your inner thigh, closing in on your core.

he runs his finger in between your folds, adding a bit of pressure when his finger bumps against your now swollen clit. with each bump, your thighs jerk and twitch. jeongin can feel you throb against his finger.

his own cock throbs at the sight, touch and smell of you. it's begging to be free–and it will be in due time.

“wanna taste.” he mumbles as he hooks his finger on one side of your panties and pulls the flimsy fabric to the side. if it wasn't for his patience being paper thin, he would’ve ripped them off you. the very sight and smell of you is driving him insane and it hurts. the cold air mixes and hits your slick folds, making you gasp. “holy fuck.” 

you watch your hazy boyfriend lick his lips as if he is about to devour a meal. he brings your hips forward a little more. you buck at the sudden contact of his warm and wet tongue being pressed against your cunt.

“j-jeongin.” you moan out softly. he grabs the hem of your t-shirt, bringing it up to your lips.

“hold this.” he instructs against your folds. you bite down on your t-shirt, the fabric rises up and exposes your soft stomach and breasts.

his tongue is back on your cunt, lapping your slick and core like a dog lapping up water. he sucks and kisses your clit, rubbing the swollen bud occasionally with the tip of his tongue.

he grips onto your ass, pulling you down on his face more. you worry that you might crush him and try to resist but his strength overpowers you. 

hot open mouth kisses on your cunt. jeongin slurping and panting like a dog in heat. his hips bucking in the air as he eats you, gathering your slick on his tongue. he whimpers and moans at the taste, his rough hands keeping all your weight on his face as you crush his skull.

your legs tense around him several times. his tongue slips between your folds and into your core. jeongin is a mess. a panting, pussy drunk mess as he tongue fucks your core until you’re sobbing. 

once confident that you’re going to keep all your weight on him, he removes his hands from your ass. his large hands slide up the softness of your stomach to under your breasts where he grabs them roughly, one in each hand, to squeeze and toy with them.

your moans are muffled by your t-shirt. a damp patch forming from your saliva as you struggle to keep the fabric between your lips. your hands have found their way to jeongin's hair, pulling and tugging at the strands.

the air in the car is thick. the windows misting over with condensation. you don't want to be loud but you want to be at the same time.

the thrill of knowing that you're in public, having you pussy eaten by your boyfriend who is completely pussy drunk and fucked out because of you makes you tingle.

one of jeongin's hands leaves your breast to reach behind you. you hear him fumbling with his jeans, struggling to unbutton and unzip them. he grunts in frustration before lifting his hips up to pull down his jeans and underwear halfway down his thighs.

he shivers as his hand wraps around the base of his throbbing cock. he squeezes a few times before rubbing his thick, veiny cock. he treats himself by rubbing his pink head with his thumb, smearing the over flowing pre cum around his sensitive head.

he's a mess. you're a mess. his chin and lips are coated in saliva and slick. your body is hot and coated in sweat. the stimulation of everything is too much for you. you feel light and woozy but you don’t want the pleasure to stop. jeongin tries to time the strokes of his hand with the thrusts of his tongue inside you but he fails quickly, becoming uncoordinated and sloppy.

“not gonna last long. ’m sensitive.” he mumbles. you nod, unable to speak as you feel the same. your stomach is tight, a knot forming very quickly. his tongue leaves your hole to lick between your folds, his nose bumping against your clit.

you're just a sobbing mess. tears spilling for the corners of your eyes. your thighs crushing his skull. hands not knowing where to be placed for stability so you settled with one hand on the roof of the car and the other on the window, leaving a handprint behind in the condensation.

your only thought is how much (and how badly) you want to cum.

jeongin is no different. his cock is hot to the touch. tip sensitive and begging to be inside you. his hand isn't enough for him to feel satisfied and he knows it, but he wants to wait until he gets home to have his way with you.

“close.” he groans. as you open your mouth to talk, your t-shirt falls back down.

“m-me too.. oh fuck, me too.” you kick your head back, succumbing to the pleasure. you rock your hips a little on jeongin's face, a smirk on his face as he watches you lose yourself in the pleasure he's providing.

“you're so fucking hot, yn. look at you riding my face like a good girl.” his words are muffled but it's loud enough for you to hear. you can't respond however, just nod and moan at his words..

“feels good. feels so good, baby. wanna cum.”

“want to cum on my face? make a mess outta me?”

“yes. i do. want to make a mess on you.” you beg.

“go ahead. do it. cum for me, yn.” the coil in your stomach tightens and snaps. your thighs shake as your orgasm hits you hard, knocking the air out of your lungs and making you see stars. you cry out his name like a mantra, jeongin lapping at your core to catch your essence that spills from you.

his hand picks up in pace before soon, his own hips buck and cock throbs as he cums onto his own hand and stomach. slow, languid strokes of his cock to help ride out his high as he licks you clean before the high subsides; leaving you both breathless and exhausted.

you lift yourself up and off his face the best your jelly legs can muster. you look down at him, shivering as that look in his eyes from earlier is still there.

“we need to go home. now.” he instructs in urgency.

“are you ok?” 

“no. i’m not. it still hurts, yn.” you look behind you to see his hand still stroking his cock, which has failed to go soft from his orgasm; but now it's angry. sticky sounds emit from his cock as he uses his own mess to stroke himself.

“jeongin…” you start only to be cut off.

“yn. i don't think you understand the urgency of my situation. if you don't drive home right this second, i am going to drag you onto my lap and fuck you until you can't walk in the morning.” 

you swallow at his words. they go straight to your core. 

“that.. doesn't sound like a bad idea..” you mumble, looking at your, now somewhat sober, boyfriend.

“i don't think you un–”

“no, i understand.” you mumble, removing his hand from his cock. you shimmy down to line yourself up, holding the base and rubbing his tip between your soaked folds. “and i don't mind. we've come this far, so why stop now?”

“...fuck.” he holds onto your waist as you slowly lower yourself onto his member. his size stretches you, and because of your earlier orgasm, you're tighter than usual. 

he hisses as he shieths himself in your tight cunt. the warmth and tightness makes him stop breathing for a nanosecond. he watches his length disappear and become encapsulated with delicious warmth.

“just know–hng, fuck!–just know that you can't go back on your words. it's going to be a long night for you, yn.”

[ruiniel]

Another Way - XII

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Summary: what if someone in the 21st century stumbled upon this stranger during a turbulent storm, narrowly avoiding running them over, and what’s more they can’t understand a word coming out of their mouth.

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+ only

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Explicit Language, References to Depression, First Meetings, character-meets-world, Near Death Experiences, References to loss, Grief/Mourning, Fantasy, POV Second Person, Language Barrier, Violence, Portal Fantasy, Isekai, Slow burn, References to canon, Rewriting show canon, Because why not, POV Alucard, POV original character, More tags to be added

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Part I

AN: been a while

XII.

He doesn’t like coffee.

This becomes quite apparent with the different flavor of mild disgust over his features after each sip.

“It’s an acquired taste for some,” you try saying with a straight face, because it is more amusing than you’d thought to see a grown man with a perfect jaw and bedroom hair seated at your small table, coming up with the most telling, candid expressions. 

After breakfast—during which he insists on turning the cooker on and off, ‘to learn’, and during which, once again, he eats little to nothing—you head over to your desk and obtain for him the work Adrian asked for. It’s not difficult to find, and happens to be the first book printed in the English language, in the 1400s. 

“Is… this it?”

His enthusiasm says ‘yes’ when seeing the title page, and you let him take your place and scroll through as you head to get ready for the adventure of helping him look less conspicuous. “All right, enjoy your courtly romance, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“All right.”

You pause, turning to stare but his eyes are feverish on the screen, attention absorbed by the text. Whatever works. You decided to stop wondering. 

Having made yourself presentable enough to be outside, you tap back into the room on bare feet. “Ready to g—...” you trail off at the sound. His voice. His voice, with that same mild inflection, but the words are oddly shaped to the ear.

He’s reading aloud from the online scan you fetched him, nodding, writing in the agenda.

“What’s… this?” You near him, narrowing your eyes at the screen. 

Adrian turns to you with an excitement you’d not seen or felt in a long, long while. Somehow, it’s endearing. This side feels like him too, a natural expression in contrast with all those confused, dour moods he’d been mired in. 

“I need…” He pauses, hand in his hair, eyebrows pinched together. 

“What… do you need?...” 

He points at the scan of the text, long fingers gliding along the little black rows of archaic words. “... from now.”

“From now?... Oh! A modern version, you mean? From our time?”

Adrian nods. “Possible?”

“Y-yeah. There might be one… wait…” As you search it for him, Adrian waits patiently with his arms crossed, rubbing at his chin. “I get it. You want to learn modern vocabulary equivalents, don't you?” You bring up the 1400s version of the work again. “Wait… you understand this one?” Not that it's impossible, shouldn’t be. But you didn't exactly take him for someone pursuing comparative historical linguistics.

“Yes,” comes the answer, leaving you bemused.

“You know what? I won't even ask. Go ham. Here, I found it.” 

As he nears and glues himself to the screen, you dare to gently pull on his sleeve.

“Remember…clothes?”

Adrian blinks in realization, then stares back at the screen with a sort of longing. You get it. He’s making a breakthrough here, or so he thinks, one that’ll be of help in wading through terrain unfamiliar to him. 

But the rare practical side of you insists. “You can pick this up when we get back, right?”

He meets your eyes, nodding in acceptance. “Right.”

~~

The bell rings as you open the door to the second hand shop you sometimes frequent, looking behind you to see Adrian entering with care, gazing about with mild interest. 

“Well, here we are,” you say as he meets your stare, before looking towards the shop attendant who’s sitting behind a desk, phone in hand, chewing on some gum and watching the both of you with piqued interest—no, rather, watching him.

You cough, “Hi, we’re looking for some—” 

“Men’s wear is over there,” she answers, not taking her eyes off Adrian.

“All right, thanks.” Starting to think this is a typical reaction. You make a gesture, urging him to follow. 

He has a befuddled look on his face, but walks after you as you reach the rows of clothing boasting jeans, t-shirts and jackets. 

“So, listen.” You turn, waving a hand around the space. “You look for something you like.” You pull at your own blouse, pants, and coat. “And there’s a cabin over there, where you can try stuff out, if you like.”

He seems to understand, nodding and tentatively following your lead as you rummage through the merch on display. You notice the way he feels the garments, looking at you with a question in his eyes.

“Take your time,” you offer, going over and taking a seat on a chair. 

It doesn’t take long, really. Soon enough he’s gathered a few items under his arm, a bundle of… mostly black, cream and white garments. “Want to try these on?” you ask when he nears, standing before you, uncertain.

When Adrian doesn’t reply but tilts his head in slight confusion, you rise and walk towards the cabin, drawing the curtain and showing him the space. “In you go, let me know if…” You pause as he pulls the worn shirt over his head without much ado, spinning around and drawing the curtain behind him. “... call if you need help,” you mumble, stiffly walking away.

Your heart beats strangely, faster as you meet the stare of the shop clerk, who apparently has less important things to do than follow your exchange. 

Whatever. You go and idly sift through the items of clothing, humming to yourself. 

“Your boyfriend’s out,” comes the clerk’s voice after a while, and you blink in confusion, head swiveling to stare at her.

 “Oh, he’s not my—” Before you can finish that thought, movement has you turning in time to see Adrian emerging from the cabin. 

“Right, uh, you look… they fit, don’t they?" Heat rises to your face, damn the air conditioning. 

Black faded jeans, tight. A simple, white fitted t-shirt—was he always this…slim? Fit? A dark blue coat, reaching to his knees. “They look like they fit,” you follow, scratching your head. 

“Oh yeah, they sure do,” comes the young shop attendant’s voice, and a niggling sensation you’ve been unfamiliar with pinches at your mood. 

Adrian seems to agree, looking at himself, then at you. “Good?” he says in English.

You nod. “Yeah, good. That’s one round. Things here are affordable, so uh…” you retrieve your phone, type it in, and translate. “Find another item of each, to have spare clothing.”

He’s surprisingly efficient after that, and it’s not long before you’re returning to your apartment block, Adrian following with a bag in each hand. 

“Okay, that was relatively painless,” you comment, turning to look over your shoulder at him, and—

“Adrian?...”

His expression is frozen, light-amber eyes wide and lips parted. It’s not out of fear as much as it is… consternation?

You turn back around, a different tremor running through your limbs at the person approaching.

A tall woman, wearing a flowing white dress suit, her red coat slung over one forearm. Her long, straight dark hair is done up in a ponytail, swinging languidly with each step taken on black pumps. She’s always had a distinct sense of style. Her attitude is the usual—one of those people carrying themselves like the world lies in wait at their feet. You never did know how to feel about her, nor do you know much about her. You do know this is but one of many businesses she has under her care. Well to do, in any case.

Guess it had to happen sooner or later. “Mrs. Hawke, hello.”

The landlady smiles in greeting, blue eyes alighting first on you, then focusing beyond your shoulder. She lands a hand on her hip, “How have you been, my dear?” 

The question was directed at you, but you’re perceptive enough—you like to think—to notice the unspoken query following the first. 

“Doing well, um. You know how it is…”

“Mm.” Her eyes are still on Adrian, but her gaze is different from that of the store clerk earlier. It holds no fascination, merely a calculating sort of curiosity that disappears the moment she stares back at you.

“I actually wanted to contact you, but didn’t get to until now. You see, Adrian here will be staying for a while, and I know that affects the rent, so…”

Mrs. Hawke tilts her chin. “That’s right, normally so—do you have an idea as to how long your additional tenant will be staying?...”

“Um. Well, I…” You feel an urge to turn and look at Adrian, but somehow her stare arrests you enough that you can’t.

Just then, she waves a hand. “You know, nevermind. I know you’ve had a difficult time lately. Consider no fee added to the rent, for now.”

The impossible has happened. Mrs. Hawke, being… lenient? Forgoing business? Not asking the ‘how’ and the ‘who’ and the ‘why’?

“Er… you mean it? Really?” Your jaw might be somewhere on the floor for all you know.

She nods. “I do. If the time of stay extends indefinitely, then that’s another matter, of course… but for now, we should be fine.”

“Thank… you…?”

She laughs, a light, glittering sound. “Oh don’t look at me like that. After all…” her gaze flicks back behind you, only briefly. “Life does seem to hold all manner of… surprises, doesn’t it?”

There’s something unusual in her tone, but, ah, the prospect of not having to scrounge up more money regularly is a godsend. “You can say that again…”

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to run!” And she does just that, without another glance, leaving the two of you alone in the hallway.

“Well, I’ll be…” you murmur, then remember Adrian. “What is it about you, seriously? It's either the worst of luck or the strangest change... Adrian?”

His stare is unfocused, like something blew a fuse behind his eyes. When you touch his arm, he snaps out of it with a start. “Let’s go up?... You wanted to continue reading, didn’t you?”

Shaking his head like someone having been splashed with ice-cold water, Adrian looks down at you. “... reading. Yes. Let’s…let’s go.”

Picking up fast, you think as he walks ahead of you towards the elevator. And maybe it’s just you, but his steps are more determined than before.

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Recuyell of the Historyes of Troye (1464) is a translation by William Caxton of a French courtly romance written by Raoul Lefèvre.

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I'm still working through the first draft of my next fic, call it off - a high school AU with closeted jock Derek and out loser Stiles. Lots of angst can be expected, and here's a little snippet of some 😄

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Behind Stiles, the hinges of the bathroom door creak, not a knock or a word before it opens slowly, before somebody comes right in and does not immediately flee upon finding the room already occupied. He grits his teeth, his eyes screwing shut so hard colour dances behind his eyelids, and crushes his fingers white-knuckle tight around the edge of the sink.

“Someone’s already in here,” he says.

No response. No cowed footsteps of retreat, either. Just the hinges of the door sounding once again, the snick as it shuts firmly and locks whoever that fucking is inside here with him.

“Dude,” he says, a harsh snap to his voice, “I just fucking said. Someone’s already in –”

He lifts his head, opens his eyes, and spies the intruder through the mirror. His warning cuts off with an abrupt click of his teeth, the pit of his stomach sinking right down to his feet as his eyes lock with none other than Derek fucking Hale, those sharp features dark and twisted in that unmistakable reflection.

“You’re not supposed to be in here,” Derek says.

There is nothing that Stiles can do to stymie the sudden, incredulous laugh that barks right out of him. He spins quickly in place, hands flying up into the air as he moves, wild and trembling as they hover out in front of him, his head already shaking as he snags Derek’s eye once again.

“The fuck, man?” He lets his hands crash back down to slap against his thighs. “Did you fucking follow me?”

“Yes,” Derek says, instant and flat and entirely unrepentant, even as Stiles’ eyes practically bug right out of his skull. “What the hell do you think you’re playing at?”

“Um, I’m using the bathroom,” Stiles snarks, eyebrows shot halfway up his forehead as he flings an arm out to gesture around the room. “Which isn’t something I really need your help with, actually. So you can, you know – get the fuck out.”

A muscle ticks at the notch of Derek’s jaw, his hands already curled into tight fists at his sides. His eyes are locked onto Stiles, unrelenting, as he takes a single, small step forwards. It is still enough to send Stiles reeling backwards, stumbling over his own feet to get away, the edge of the sink jutting painfully at the base of his spine.

Derek stops. It does not even look like he is breathing. His shoulders are squared rigid and back, the corded muscle of his forearms tensed to prominent attention. A slow, ragged exhale pushes out from his flared nostrils.

“You’re only talking to that guy to piss me off,” he grits out.

Stiles’ jaw practically hits the floor, his head already swinging in disbelief. His breathes are coming out hard and fast, his nails scratching into the rough denim of his jeans, his heart pounding the beat of an unsteady drum against the brittle bones of his ribcage.

“You’re unbelievable,” he says, a nasty curl to his lip. “I’m talking to him because he’s hot, and he’s single, and he’s not ashamed to admit who he really fucking is. That’s more than I can say for you, asshole.”

“He probably just wants to fuck you,” Derek sneers.

“Well, yippee,” Stiles laughs, high and harsh and hollow. “I guess that means me and him want the same fucking thing, doesn’t it?”

It has exactly the intended effect. Derek’s face falls into something gutted, something cracked right open, raw and vulnerable. Stiles slides his gaze up to the ceiling, a burn at the back of his eyes that he will not pay heed to, anything so that he won’t have to see that expression on Derek for even a moment longer.

“You… you left.” Stiles’ voice is quiet, broken already on those two words alone. “You just… left me there. You messed around with me, spewed all this bullshit about how much you like me, and then you fucking… you ran away.” He pauses, a shudder of choked breath catching in his throat. “You said it was a mistake. You said it was wrong.”

“It was wrong,” Derek snaps, his words fast, urgent. “Don’t you get it? I – I had to leave.”

Stiles flicks his hard gaze down from the ceiling. He meets Derek’s lost, pale eyes.

“Then leave,” he says, nowhere near as steadily as he wants to. “Stop chasing after me. Let me talk to whoever I want, to Luke or to – or to whoever the fuck, I don’t know. You leave me, and I’ll leave you, and we can both just get on with our fucking lives.”

He does not let another second pass before he pushes himself away from the sink, a jerk of his body to propel him forwards, intent on shoving right past Derek, knocking right through him. But he finds himself caught, finds himself stopped, by the too-tight clamp of Derek’s fingers gripping at his arm, curling around his elbow and digging harshly, desperately, in.

Their faces are far, far closer than they should be as they stare at one another. The space between them is filled with ragged, meshing, panting breaths.

“Don’t do anything with him,” Derek whispers.

It sounds like a plea as it slips softly from Derek’s mouth. Stiles shuts his eyes against its sincerity and rips his arm out of Derek’s entreating hold.

“That’s not really any of your fucking business, is it?” he spits. “So just… just fuck off, Derek. Go back to your girlfriend. Leave me alone and go back to your fucking girlfriend.”

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[cian-meimei]

Commander Xia.

Pairing: Caleb (Xia Yizhou) x Reader

Tags: ancient times, duke's daughter x commander of the imperial guards, ancient arrange marriage, secret identity, love at first sight, childhood friends to lovers to stangers to husband-wife, Li Shen (Zayne) x reader if you squint.

Word count: 3k words

wordbank: commander of imperial guards = leader of the guards protecting the emperor, the three bows = done during wedding ceremony for filial piety etc, Imperial Medical Bureau = the one that handles the matters regarding health, chinese medicine, acupuncture etc of the imperial family, gege = older brother, meimei = lil sis

NOT PROOF-READ OR EDITED.

divider credits to @/thecutestgrotto

You are the Duke’s only offspring, meant to inherit your father’s mantle and be a duchess of your own right. You are an esteemed noble lady with extraordinary features and admirable skills, with many people vying for your hand in marriage. With your status and qualifications, it wouldn’t be a surprise if the Emperor decreed your marriage with any of the Prince as the Princess Consort. In fact, it was the topic of every gossips in the Capital. Why haven’t the Emperor decreed your marriage with a Prince yet? It was no secret that the Emperor covets your father’s power, and wants nothing but to control your family. For this to happen, he could simply marry you off to one of his sons.

Everyone thought the Emperor gave up, so they dared to dream. Every bachelor dreams for a chance with you, but not everyone fancy you for you. What they have been aiming for is the power in your name, the influence of your father’s Dukedom.

Even as a child you know this, and you can easily discern anyone with the same intentions. You also knew why the Emperor chose not to betroth you with any of his sons.

It’s because the Emperor is a coward. He didn’t dare marry you off to one of his sons, because it means that the Dukedom would be closer to the throne and that son to take advantage of your power to go against him. He’s afraid that he won’t be able to control his wayward sons and allow you and your family to gain even more foothold in the Capital. So everything’s in stalemate, with the Duke and the Emperor playing a chess game under false pretenses.

You hated being a part of this chess game, so you have to do something to gain the upper hand. “Jiang Nan (Tara).” You called gently, exiting your chambers with a determined expression. Within a second, Jiang Nan arrived in front to you, with hand warmer in hand. She already knew of your plans today, but didn’t expect it to be at this moment so she could only grab the hand warmer and nothing else.

“My lady, we should take this. It might be cold outside in this weather. Do you need other things to bring?”

You hummed and gave her your jade pendant. “Bring some gold ingot with you. We shall depart within a stick of incense.”

Jiang Nan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice before scurrying over to the treasury. Within half of incense, she came back holding an inconspicuous pouch. “Let’s go, my lady.”

Jiang Nan has been your companion since you were a child. She’s your reading companion, and the third daughter of a lower noble. Since then, she has been serving you as your personal companion, taking care of your daily needs. You know where her and her family’s loyalty lie, so you trust her.

When you arrived at the agreed meeting place, the person you are meeting was already there, leisurely sipping tea as he gazed outside, unfazed by the cold weather. When he saw you and Jiang Nan enter the room, he stood up and gave you his salute.

“Grand Physician Li.”

“A pleasure to see you, Esteemed Noble Lady.”

Li Shen (Zayne), your childhood friend, and now the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau. All these years you have been friends with him, raising eyebrows of the masses due to the closeness of your relationship to each other. Some malicious enough to make assumptions that there’s more than friendship between the two of you. Both of you really didn’t care about some petty rumors and let it go. Aside from being friends, you have been in contact with him to gather intel about the Emperor, your meetings are under the guise of checking for your health.

Pouring you tea, Li Shen cleared his throat and put a talisman inside the room, isolating whatever conversation that will unfold in this room from anyone who dare to eavesdrop outside. Once the talisman became effective, your tense back relaxes and Li Shen’s stoic face softened.  

“How have you been, meimei? Anything wrong with your health?” Gone was the stiffness in his voice, replaced with fond familiarity.

With a smile, you waved your hand. “I’m fine. Anything in your end, perhaps?”

“Straightforward as ever, I see.” Li Shen smiled, not offended at all. Setting down his cup, he began to recount the information he had gathered with serious face. As he slowly revealed everything, your smile slowly fell off and was replaced with a frown.

“Simply speaking, there’s a change in power inside the Capital, meimei. I don’t know the specifics, but it might have to do with the elusive Commander of the Imperial Guards, Xia Yizhou.”

“Xia Yizhou…” You whispered the name in daze, feeling a spark of familiarity inside you but simply cannot name it. Li Shen hummed, continuing with his revealation.

“The Emperor hasn’t been in good health recently. Trusted and even lower ministers come and go in his chambers. It isn’t hard to guess that he’s about to stir a storm in the Capital. I advice you to be alert, because this might be about your family.”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded. “Thank you for the warning, Shen Ge. You as well, please do not let the Emperor doubt you. I don’t to get you in trouble for helping me.”

Li Shen gave you a small but reassuring smile. “Even if the Emperor doubts me, he cannot replace me easily. I’m the only Physician he can trust in the Capital. Removing me in the game would only be a death warrant to him. As for you getting me in trouble..” His voice trailed as he looked at the snowy scenery outside. “Take it as me repaying the Duke’s kindness all these years. After all, I wouldn’t be in this position without you and the Duke’s help.”

Li Shen came from a commoner’s family. He and along with another boy, were victims of the snow disaster in an obscure town many many years ago. You and your father happened to see the two boys in the brink of death at the side of the road and helped them. Your father might be prideful but he’s not unkind. When he reported it to the Emperor and the Emperor did nothing about it, he took the matters into his own hands and buried the victims, including Li Shen’s deceased parents. In the process, you got close with the two boys. You begged your father to help them, so the Duke then sent the two boys to a humble house, giving them a fresh start. But only Li Shen remained. As for the other boy…

“Now for the other matter,” Li Shen’s voice brought you out of your memories. You perked up.

“The investigation I did finally bore some fruit. It seems that our childhood friend, xiaozhou…never left the capital. Meimei…he’s always been here in the Capital.”

You have been in dazed the moment you left the restaurant, Li Shen’s words kept echoing in your mind.

Xiao Zhou, the other boy your father saved along with Li Shen, many many years ago. In fact, you and Li Shen wasn’t the closest back then. Li Shen is a quiet child who never smiles and often prefer reading medical books than to play with you. Xiao Zhou on the other hand, was a loud and cheerful little fellow. You and him has been the closest, he was like a brother you never had, Thought you a lot of things as a kid, even climbing a tree or catching a fish, things that a lady of your station should not do. Because of that, your father often scolds him. It was also because you almost died due to an allergy caused by eating a fruit given to you by Xiao Zhou that your father had decided to send the two boys out of the Duke Estate into the house of a trusted right handman of his.

You cried the whole night, begging your father to take them back, but your father only said. “Let them prove their worth, baobei. You’re a woman of power. You do not chase men. Instead, let them prove they’re worthy of you.”

You didn’t understand it back then, and only thought your father is punishing you for befriending someone of unequal status. You felt wronged, but grew to accept this arrangement as Xiao Zhou would still write to you constantly, and Li Shen too, sometimes when he’s not so busy studying medicinal herbs. It remained like that for years, until Xiao Zhou suddenly stopped writing to you, giving you his final letter dictating his farewell.

“This is my farewell to you as Xiao Zhou, for when the next time I come back to the Capital, I will be someone deserving of you.”

Li Shen told you that he had escaped in the middle of the night, never to be seen again even when the Duke ordered a search party. And even until now, you’re still searching for him.

“Meimei…he’s always been here in the Capital.”

You tried to control the tears that fell from your eyes, Jiang Nan scrumbling around trying to comfort you. But you became deaf to the noises everyone around you. The implication in Li Shen’s words became clear to you.

Xiao Zhou has always been here in the Capital all these time, but he refused to see and meet you, not even once. Why? Does he not want me anymore? Is he even planning to come back to me like he promised he would?

“My Lady, may…may I say something?” Jiang Nan mumbled, somewhat hesitant.

You simply nodded, not really in the mood to care what she would even say.

“I grew up with you, and also saw the bud between the you and Xiao Zhou grow. I believe he is sincere when he said he would come back for you. Perhaps…it’s simply not time yet, that’s why he’s still not coming back.”

“But I’ve been waiting for so long!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, spooking the horse and the horseman, making the carriage shake. You didn’t care about it as you cried and yelled. “That goddamn of a useless Emperor is already making moves to marry me off to deal with my father. How long do I have to wait?! Father is also starting to pressure me, I hate this!”

“MY LADY, THE STREETS HAVE EARS!”

In the next few weeks, a lot been happening inside the Capital, and like what Li Shen told you, it has something to do with the elusive Commander of the Imperial Guards. Some officials has recently been arrested, and what made you nervous was the fact that some of those officials are your fathers’ allies. It seems that the Emperor is truly getting desperate as his health continue to deteriorate. And it seems that the Commander is someone you couldn’t underestimate. This storm upon the Capital’s nobility is likely his doing. What fueled your suspicioun even more is that the Princes has also been making a move recently, with some showing good will to your father.

Due to this, your father has been extremely busy these days. In turn, you also became nervous and vigilant. You knew that to weaken your father, the Emperor would likely target you, the next in line to inherit the Dukedom. It’s either he’s going to marry you to some old geezer, or grant you a title of a princess and send you off to another country to become a hostage princess. Worse comes to worst, he might even kill you off. Which would be foolish, really. Your father might not be an Emperor but he had a lot of people on his side. Killing you off would only make the people’s opinion of his already destroyed reputation even worse. Even though people likes to gossip about you and your ‘unchaperoned’ meetings with Li Shen, the people generally has good opinions about you, that you knew so you aren’t worried for you life. It’s either you submit to the Emperor, or rebel against the Emperor.

Your father is a prideful man, but he won’t rebel and incriminate innocent lives in the process. It’s a tough decision, really.

So when your father was called to the palace, you couldn’t help the panic rising in your heart. You knew it’s gonna be you who’s going to take the fall, but if you don’t, then it might be your father’s head who’s going to be put on a spike the next day. You barely ate, waiting for the expected bad news. When your father returned from his private meeting with the Emperor, his face wasn’t good. The gloom in his face makes him a lot older than he actually is. You stood up, chest heaving. You braced for impact.

“Father…”

“Daughter,”

You stiffened at your father’s resigned but serious tone. He rarely calls you like this, as he often calls you baobei. You wrapped yourself with your arms, looking down. In this moment that felt like a death sentence, the name that kept popping in your mind is Xiao Zhou.

Xiao Zhou… Zhouzhou…

“The Emperor has decreed that you marry…the Commander of the Imperial Guards, Xia Yizhou.”

It felt like you plunged into an icy lake, your mind freezing as you blanked out. Commander? Marry?

“Anyone but him!” You screamed, “I’M NOT GOING TO MARRY SOME OLD GEEZER, FATHER!”

Fuck the Emperor! Fuck the Capital! If possible you will even lead the rebellion yourself!

Your father’s face twitched, complicated expressions flashing in his face before he walked closer to you and held your shoulders. “Listen to me, daughter. You know I’d rather lose my life than to use you as the sacrificial lamb for this family. In your mother’s death bed, she made me promise to not trade you with anything. Power, position, connection, anything. I promised her, and I wouldn’t break it even if she’s been gone for so long already. I was ready to defy the decree but…sigh, you’ll understand when you meet him. I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Confused by his roundabout words, you demanded for clearer answer. “What do you mean, father? I cannot understand!”

Looking at you straight in the eye with a helpless look, he smiled. “All I’m trying to say that this arrangement, is perhaps not bad at all. Whatever you decide, baobei, I will support you. But I advice you to save your decision until you meet him, alright? Also, he’s not old. Young, vigorous. Around Xiaoshen’s age.”

After saying those words, your father retired to his chambers, gloom still covering his whole figure, but his steps were lighter. His words left you confused and in shambles. In the end, you have no choice but to do your own digging about the matter the next morning.

Not even a week later, His Majesty the Emperor officially decreed your marriage to the Commander of the Imperial Guards, Xia Yizhou. It caused a huge commotion in the Capital. Some where unhappy, some happy.  Many lamented your misfortune. But you were desperately searching for someone else, not even bothering to care about your future spouse. Li Shen had also asked to meet up, but you didn’t have time to meet up with him when you whisk back into the Duke’s Estate to prepare for your wedding.

In the end, all your efforts were futile. You were in daze the whole ceremony, and the fact that you have your veil all the time prevented you from seeing your groom’s face.

“Bow to Heaven and Earth!”

You mechanically bowed, countless thoughts running around in your mind but none of those thoughts seems clear enough. Your mind is wrapped in a fog.

“Bow to Parents!”

You bowed facing in front, knowing that your father is standing there, watching with a resigned look. You felt the man beside you do the same, chuckling when you almost stumbled due to the heavy garment you’re wearing. His hand held your arm to help you, but you pulled your arm out of his grip forcefully.

The nerve of this man!

“Now, bow to each other!”

When the ceremony ended and you were escorted inside the wedding chamber, you released a sigh of relief. In your hand was a blade given to you by Xiao Zhou before he left, for self-defense. If this Xia Yizhou really forced himself on you tonight, you will stab him in the heart, then stab yourself so your father wouldn’t be implicated.

Although Xiaozhou had abandoned you, you’re still not willing to let some other man into your life. Much less a manipulative man like Xia Yizhou who were able to manipulate even the Emperor. You can’t tolerate a man completely controlling you all your life.

As the sound of celebration outside slowly receded, footsteps were heard, heading to your direction. You clutched the blade in your hand tightly, nervousness peaking the moment Xia Yizhou entered the chamber.

“It’s funny to see you so guarded like this,” You heard him say, sounding amused and sad at the same time.

Snorting, you retorted. “We doesn’t seem to be that familiar, Commander Xia. As a matter of fact, I believe this is our first meeting.”

Xia Yizhou sat on the chair in front of you, and you can feel his intense gaze burning holes into your veil. You cannot see his features clearly, but your father was right. He looked younger than what you had expected him to be.

“Oh, really?” Xia Yizhou hummed and poured the alcohol into the cups, no longer caring about the ceremony or tradition. Turning back to you, he said. “You seem to be very against this marriage. May I have the reason why?”

“I believe the Commander himself knew the reason, but since you want me to say it, then I’ll say it. First, my heart is already taken. I have no desire to marry another person other than him. Second, you manipulated the Emperor to marry me, and for whatever reason you have, I simply do not care. Third, you threatened and coerced my father. Are these reasons enough, Commander?”

Xia Yizhou began to laugh, so much joy in his voice that it made you felt insulted. You gripped the blade in your hand so tight you thought maybe you should just stab him right now and end this farce once and for all. Kill this crazy freak and then kill yourself. But before you can make up your mind, Xia Yizhou pulled your veil off in one swift move, meeting your gaze with a fond expression.

“Looking good, pipsqueak.”

Looking at your frozen expression, his smile widened. “Why, don’t you recognize me? I didn’t make you wait long, did I?”

“Meimei, xiaozhou is back. Won’t you give him a welcome kiss?”

[goldenlionprince]

New Year, New Snippet

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you're getting a bit of a jilypad thing I was playing around with:

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He flings the stupid beast across the room and it goes crashing down behind the the sofa, the floral pattern an odd thing to see on the battlefield the room has turned into.

What comes up from behind the sofa only moments later just isn't a dog at all, it's a young man with familiar features, blood on the teeth he bares to Voldemort, his mind still half trapped in his animal form.

An Animagus.

Well, Pettigrew had conveniently forgotten to mention that. A pity really, he would have been a much better addition to the ranks than the disappointment his brother had turned out to be. So much raw talent and power, wasted in the hands of Albus Dumbledore.

But no matter, the boy will die soon. Lord Voldemort had given him enough chances to see the error of his ways.

He flings a well aimed curse aside and lifts his wand, but before he can finish the killing curse to finally be rid of the insolent boy, the girl comes from the side again and Voldemort barely manages to shield her curse in time. Voldemort knows he has promised to spare her, promised her life to Severus Snape, but his patience with her is running thin.

The girl should be kneeling on the floor, praising him for letting her live while he kills the boy who is of purer blood than hers, the boy who uses Voldemort's slight distraction to lift his own wand again.

Voldemort slashes his wand impatiently and the boy crashes through the wall behind him into the kitchen, taking half of the small room with him into a pile of rubble. If this hasn't broken his neck already Voldemort will deal with him later, maybe even make a present out of him to his dear cousin Bellatrix.

The girl screams and Voldemort turns to her. A curse flies past his right side, only misses him by a bit because he took a step towards her.

A curse that came out of thin air.

Stupid boy.

An invisibility cloak might make it harder for Voldemort to get at him and the baby he's really after, but it won't shield him from any curse at all, only from Voldemort's eyes. Since Voldemort is still blocking the doorway of the living room and with the apparition shields on the house still in place there is no way out. And now Voldemort knows exactly where in the room James Potter is.

He wastes no time and slashes his wand through the air in a wide arc towards the right side of the room. “Avada Kedavra!”

The girl screams again. Voldemort can feel the impact of his curse.

And then the world explodes.

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[hauntedbysmut]

Couldn't leave well enough alone, so it now has a second part. 😅

Sleep evacuated you in a rush as you sat up abruptly, looking around your deserted bedroom with exhausted, confused eyes. An oversized t-shirt, one of Caleb's old ones that you typically slept in, draped across your torso, and a pair of familiar cotton panties adorned your lower half. Your room looked exactly the same as it had last night. Rubbing your eyes to clear them of the sleep-haze that made your vision blurry, you checked each corner of your room carefully, scanning for any signs that last night hadn't been a wildly lucid dream. The only clothes on the floor were yours, the desk was untouched, and overall, everything looked exactly the same as it had before. The balcony doors were cracked open, creating a cool morning breeze through the room. Rubbing your fingers over your wrists, Caleb's dog tags were gone, if they had ever been there to begin with. A dream… Tears began to pool as the thought hit you with devastating clarity.

“Caleb?” The whispered plea sank into the carpeted silence. Flinging the blankets off of your body, you stormed over to your desk, pulling open the drawer you had hidden his dog tags in. You dug through the contents, hunting for the envelope you knew it was stored within. The tears ran hotly down your cheeks as you began to throw things out of the drawer, screaming in frustration as the envelope continued to evade your discovery. In a fit of unrestrained rage, you pulled the drawer from the desk and threw it across the room, sinking to the floor as it smashed against the wall.

That was where he found you, limp and teary on the floor in front of your desk. Kicking his boots off and putting the groceries on the counter of your kitchen and following the sound of your gasping cries, he rushed to your side and pulled you into his arms. “Pipsqueak!” His concerned tone pierced your sorrow and your arms snapped around his neck, legs locking around his hips as you frantically wrapped your body around him. His voice broke you further and you bawled into his shoulder for long minutes as he rocked you gently and rubbed your back and head with his hands. “What's wrong, love?” He nuzzled into the side of your head, dragging his face through your hair and inhaling your scent as you clenched your limbs around him to pull as closely as you could make yourself.

“You were gone again,” you wailed. “I thought last night was a dream.” He chuckled lightly into your hair and nipped your earlobe.

“I just went to get us something to eat for breakfast. Your fridge may as well be a wasteland for all the food you have.” He continued to grumble about you having a jar of pickles and a series of almost expired sauces as you breathed him in, letting the solidness of his body and the cadence of his voice lull you back into a sense of calm. As the tears began to clear and you sat up further to look into his face, arms still draped around his shoulders, you took in every detail of his face that had been hidden in the dark of the storm last night. His familiar purple eyes crinkled with new lines at the corners, and light, barely visible scars on his right cheek drew your hand to gently trace the curvature of his jaw and cheekbone. His voice trailed off as he realized you weren't listening and his eyes followed yours as they continued to trace his features. A glint of metal at his throat drew your gaze and you pulled until the familiar weight of his dog tags lay in your open palm. You closed your hand around them and looked back up at him, meeting his curious eyes with your own. His thumb wiped the remaining moisture from your eyes and his mouth curved up. “So dramatic,” he teased, pinching your cheek lightly.

“What was I supposed to think when I woke up all alone?”

“Maybe trust your own mind to know what's real and what's a dream?” He surveyed your room again. “I see you took out your frustration on the desk.” He sighed. “I cleaned up when I woke up this morning, as we made a bit of a mess. My boots were muddy after standing in the rain and climbing your building, which I tracked in. Then I figured I'd air the room out a bit after how stuffy it felt in here. You were shivering, so I put you in some clothes.” He looked back at you. “You didn't notice any soreness or… wetness when you woke up?” His eyebrow quirked upward as you shifted in his lap, taking note of the brief twinge when your hips stretched against his. As if on queue, the breeze from the doors brought your attention to a dampness along your innermost thighs. A blush rose to your cheeks and you looked away with the realization. His chuckle rumbled against your chest. “A little late to be embarrassed, love.” You pushed against his chest in annoyance, moving to stand before his arms locked you in place.

“Pervert,” you grumbled as you struggled. He tucked his head into your neck and nipped your exposed shoulder.

Your squirming in his lap was getting the attention of another part of Caleb's anatomy that was increasingly drawing your attention the longer you did it. Without thinking, you began to grind down on him, letting your eyes drift closed as you slowly rode him.

Caleb's eyes were riveted to your face. The glow of morning light lit you with a soft radiance as you chased your pleasure in his lap. Your quiet moans filtered through his ears and his hands itched to move, to take control, primal instincts screaming at him, even as he fought to stay still, enjoying the show you were giving him. With your hands planted on his shoulders and your head tilted backward, neck displaying some of his marks, he found it entirely too easy to believe that he had died and gone to some form of heaven. The gentle grind of your hips against his pants gave him a perfect blend of pleasure and pain, edging him as you began to push down harder and faster, breaths increasing in frequency as his hands shifted down to your hips to steady you. Your mouth hung open slightly, and Caleb found that his own lips were parted as if to take in your sounds from the air and make them his own. As your pace became more frantic and rushed, Caleb couldn't take his eyes off of you, praises and heavy exhalations falling from his mouth.

“Look at you. Like a goddess in this light. So gorgeous,” he groaned. “Take what you need, love. Take everything.” His words were like an aphrodisiac, driving you higher and higher as your body moved of its own accord. Your orgasm tore through you with devastating intensity and you screamed Caleb's name into the gentle morning air, riding out the pleasure as his hands continued to flex against your hips, fisting in your shirt. Caleb was frozen beneath you as you leaned in to kiss him gently, humming with satisfaction.

His thoughts were spinning a million miles an hour with a singular thought: you. He wanted to be inside of you again. He wanted to see the combination of your fluids leaking out of you. He wanted to be the only thing you could think about, feel, or smell for days. Weeks. Months. He wanted to consume you. Watching you take your pleasure had driven him into a primal frenzy, and before he could think about it further, he wrapped his evol around your body, making you weightless and allowing him to stand from his seated position, carrying you to the bed where he sat on the edge, you still wrapped around him, now kissing along his shoulders and neck. He pulled the shirt from your body, another jolt of satisfaction going through him knowing it was his that you had slept in for months. He adjusted his evol to lift you from his lap, a squeak of surprise escaping you, to pull his own shirt off, pulling your underwear from your legs and quickly divesting himself of his pants and socks before lowering you back into his lap, moaning loudly at the feeling of your skin on his again.

“Caleb… mmmm.” Your honeyed voice caused him to thrust up against you, growling lowly with the motion. The cold of his mechanical arm sent goosebumps skittering down your spine. He released his evol and you felt the full weight of gravity bring you into contact with his most sensitive parts. The pre-cum leaking from his cockhead mesmerized you as you watched him rub between your reddened friction-swollen lower lips. Knees on either side of his legs, you rocked against him again, looking up from your almost connected bodies to his stormy purple eyes. His lips were parted and teeth clenched. You had a moment of confusion before his evol took hold of your body again, lifting you into the air as gravity released around your body. Holding his shoulders, you watched him line himself up at your leaking opening, gravity increasing again after he had himself where he wanted. The gravity continued to press you into him until he was sheathed to the hilt, his tip pressing almost painfully against your cervix. You whined as his fingers tightened on your hips again, pressing into the bruises he had left last night.

His legs shifted under you as he repositioned himself, the feeling of him inside you increasing incrementally as he did. “Hold on tight,” he growled. That was the only warning you received before his evol lightened you again before slamming you back down. He leaned back on his hands, watching as your tits bounced with every lift and drop onto his dick, a predatory satisfaction blooming across his face as you were manipulated along his length over and over again.

“Oh FUCK!” The sensations were so intense. The squeeze of his evol as you dropped causing butterflies to explode in your stomach as he bumped your cervix on each push down driving your mind into a fucked out bliss you had never experienced. His moans crescendoed with your own, his evol never faltering as you were thrust down onto his cock with no mercy. You felt like a rubber band, stretched to its limits, your inner walls seemingly melding to the shape of his length with each subsequent thrust downward. Pain and pleasure melded into one. The slight shake of his dog tags against his chest drew your attention and a possessive zing moved through you with the realization that he was once again wearing your gift. His eyes watched as your breasts bounced with each movement. As he leaned forward, barely audible words began spilling from his lips.

“Gonna fill you up. Gonna make you mine. You're mine. Mine, mine, mine…” Each mine was punctuated by a sharp thrust.

“I'm yours, Caleb. All yours,” you couldn't help but say back to him.

His hands wandered your body, lips leaving a trail of fire across your skin. Both of you were straining toward your orgasms, the push and pull of your bodies a siren's song neither of you could resist. With a roar, Caleb grabbed your hips, released his evol and fucked up into you with abandon. You held on with everything you had, fingernails digging into his shoulder muscles as your vision blackened around the edges, consciousness fleeing your body as the final dive into pleasure took your breath. Distantly, you could hear the sound of both of your voices mingling together in bliss before everything faded from awareness.

As you returned to your body, you felt a gentle brush of fingers against your temple, a warm presence tucked against your naked back, a puff of breath against your shoulder, and heard a quiet series of sentences as Caleb eased you back to reality. “-good. Such a good girl. You're so perfect. Just like I remember you. Perfect for me. Perfect together.” He kissed along your spine as he spoke and you let out a hum of happiness. He pulled you closer to him, and you couldn't help but notice how perfect you fit into the curve of his massive body. His right arm was fitted beneath the pillow your head was resting on, while his left hand lay across your ribs, hand cupping a breast. “Made for each other,” he whispered.

You cuddled back into him, nodding against his chest.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, turning your head with light pressure to place a kiss against your lips.

You gave him a drunken smile. “Amazing. Fantastic. Phenomenal. Incredible. Per-”

“That's enough,” Caleb laughed, kissing you again. “You need to drink some water and eat something.”

You shook your head at him. “Not yet.” You turned in his arms to nuzzle your face into his chest. You kissed over his heart and then his dog tags. “If I fall asleep, promise you'll be right here when I wake up.” Caleb could feel your heartbeat pick up momentarily as you recalled the fear that had gripped you waking up alone.

“I promise, love,” he whispered into your forehead. “I'll be right here.” Your eyes closed as you succumbed to the heaviness.

When you woke up later, Caleb's heavy breaths made your hair shift and his heart beat steadily against your ear. Though sleep was no longer grasping you, you settled back in, content to watch him sleep and be safe in his arms until he woke once more. Welcome home, Caleb.

A humble offering for all of the Caleb girlies who have been waiting for months for gege to come home.

Full fic below the cut, or you can take the link.

Rain pounded the windows outside with a savage intensity. The roll of thunder and crack of lightning creating brief and blinding symphonies of light and sound. You sat on your bed, a blanket pulled around your shoulders, completely still even as the storm outside raged on. The turmoil in your mind matched the ferocity of the storm, yet your body was frozen in the moment, wracked with indecision and swirling theories that all coalesced into a single idea… He's alive.

The disbelief roiled inside of you once again as you reviewed all of the small moments you had witnessed in the last few weeks. Despite the explosion and death certificates proving his and your grandmother's death, a lingering awareness and familiarity had pricked your consciousness for weeks now. A quick peripheral view of a man with his build in the grocery you frequented, a flash of purple-hued eyes sliding past your view as you turned, a glint of his dog tags in the window of your room as you studied for your exams… all mere coincidence. Illusions brought forth by your mind to push you through the grief that still gripped you in your dreams. But lately, you had woken in cold sweats, swearing there were eyes in your room, watching as you slept, yet when you turned on the light on your bedside table, your room was empty of any other presence. Then there was tonight… a figure lingering just outside of view, stunning you into the stupor you found yourself in now, trying to rectify the continued hallucinatory visions your brain unhelpfully supplied you anytime you caught yourself thinking of him.

“He's dead,” you tried to convince yourself. “You're just wishing it was him.” You made eye contact with yourself in the mirror across from your bed. “Stop hurting yourself with these delusions!”

Another crack of thunder rocked through your room as the lightning lit up everything outside, and despite your verbal reprimands, you slid your gaze to the ground outside your balcony. As the light receded from the flash, a single boot caught your eye under a tree nearby. Your breath stuttered to a stop and your heart took up a furious beat. Eyes fixed on the point you had seen the boot, so familiar, yet surely not real, you stood slowly and moved closer to the windows, desperate for another glimpse. It felt like hours as you kept your vigil near the window, eyes beginning to water with how intently you focused on that single point of potential. Finally, another bolt of lightning lit the sky and the area was once again flooded with singular light. The boot was still there. You stumbled backward, tripping on your rug and landing harshly on your tailbone, hand flying to your lips in a gasp.

No, it can't be. Can it? The tornado of your thoughts narrowed to a single thought of desperate hope. It HAS to be him. He came back for me.

Using your bed for leverage, you pulled your shaking legs underneath you once more. Taking timid steps back toward your balcony door, you threw the doors open, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders again, tighter this time. With the doors open, the storm's fury became a roaring soundtrack for the sharp beats of your heart in your chest. You stood in the gap of the door, rain pelting the ground in fat drops around you, splashing onto your face and hair and quickly soaking your socks. With a pointed stare at the figure beneath the tree who remained out of view, you slowly backed into your room. “If it's really you, come out and show yourself,” you whispered into the darkness.

You pulled the socks from your feet and rearranged the blanket to cover your hair, making a cocoon for your impending breakdown when it was inevitably not him. You pulled your feet onto the bed and laid down, eyes fixed on the balcony's edge, waiting… for you didn't even know what. After an hour of nothing, you rolled to your other side, letting the tears pool in your eyes and begin to run down your face. Just another illusion… Pulling the blanket as tightly as you could around yourself, you turned your head back to the balcony for a moment, and a well-timed lightning strike illuminated the tree. The boot was gone. Turning back to the wall, you curled into a ball and let the sorrow consume you.

Outside, the figure beneath the tree stepped forward, boots splashing quietly in the puddles of rainwater. Under the dark hood of his jacket, his head tilted back to look at your open balcony doors. Judging the distance from the ground to your balcony ledge, he stretched his frozen fingers and silently jumped, gripping it and beginning to pull himself upward. As he hauled his body closer to you, he could feel the excitement of your reunion pulsing in his bones. The staccato beats of his heart matched the silent chant he recited, each thump a resonance of your name in his consciousness. As he quietly pulled himself over the rails, he stood, mere feet away from you, as he had been for weeks, watching, waiting, so close he could swear you saw him several times, but too obsessed with being close to you to care if you found out he was alive. His superiors would be pissed, but they could go to hell for all he cared. The only one who mattered was you… You, whose frame wracked with your cries. A smile curved his lips as he imagined you were crying for him, as he fed into the feeling that the two of you were meant for each other, false siblings hiding a deeper connection all this time… and he was tired of pretending. Tired of waiting.

He had made sure you got home safely every night since his return. Watching you go about your life with a listlessness that was so unlike you. He told himself it was due to his absence, that you had felt as deeply for him as he does for you, despite no feelings ever being shared aloud. Every experiment, every ounce of pain and anguish, every nightmare and dangerous mission, he pushed himself to endure for you. To get right here. To get back to your side.

One step and he was at the frame of your balcony doors, the gauzy curtains stirring in the wind. You didn't shift even slightly. Two steps and he was inside of your room. He was in awe that you didn't hear his harsh breaths or his heart beating as loud as a freight train in his chest. Three steps, and he could reach out and touch you if he wanted. His fingers grazed the blanket you used as armor slightly, and he held in a groan, thinking back to how he used to soak in your scent any way he could whenever you were near him. He breathed in deep, letting the familiarity of your space soak into him and relax him. It had been far too long since he had been allowed to touch you, but that would all be rectified soon enough. Tonight, he would show you he was yours, and make you irrevocably his. No more waiting.

The awareness of eyes on you had you wiping your tears away, trying to shake the feeling as you had so many times before. It felt heavier this time. Like the brief moment of hope you allowed yourself had put you right back to the day you lost him. A shuffling sound had you turning your head toward the balcony once more. As you turned, you saw the shadow of a massive figure next to your bed. Flinging the blanket from your shoulders, you rolled off the bed and grabbed your firearm from the underside of your bed frame, kneeling and pointing it at the intruder with deadly accuracy. The stranger didn't move. Their face hidden by a dark hood and standing as still as a statue.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my house?” you demanded. The stranger chuckled and you narrowed your eyes. Sounds so familiar… You shook your head and refocused. “I asked you a question. Answer me.”

Your mouth dropped open as the spectral figure spoke with the voice of your best friend, “What? Don't you recognize me… Pipsqueak?”

You stood, keeping your gun aimed at him even as your body began to tremble. “Caleb?” you whispered.

He raised his gloved hands slowly and pulled the hood from his head. His dazzling smile hit you first as you greedily scanned his face to make sure it was him. “I would hope you don't leave your balcony door open for just anyone to climb through,” he teased.

The shaking was taking over all of your limbs. You dropped your gun, thankful for a brief second that you hadn't taken the safety off, as your hands covered your mouth and your eyes filled with tears again. Your legs gave out from underneath you as you dropped next to your bed again. Caleb was instantly in motion, rushing around to your side of the bed before kneeling before you and taking your head into his hands. You flinched at how one seemed to be far colder than the other, but couldn't take your eyes off of his face. His amethyst gaze pierced you through the heart and you threw your arms around his neck, body wracked with sobs for the return of your dearest friend. He embraced you, tucking his head into your neck and inhaling deeply.

“You were dead! I have your death certificate. How?” You pulled back and pushed his chest back to see him better. “How?!” Disbelief and sorrow was shaping into anger as you pushed him again, forcing him back onto his heels. “How long have you been alive?” You pushed him again and stood abruptly, creating distance all of a sudden. His eyebrows furrowed at your sudden change. Why were you moving away from him?

You paced near the wall for a few minutes while he watched you, not offering a single answer. You turned and pointed at him, hand on your hip and fire in your eyes. “You were dead.” You repeated. “I have your dog tag and a death certificate with your name on it. That was all that was left.” His eyes were so intense. They never left you as you worked through the confusion of his reappearance. His lips didn't move even as you continued to throw accusations his way. “Did you fake your death? What about Gran? Did you give a shit that she died?” His shoulders tensed at the mention of her, but he still didn't move.

“Pipsqueak…” he warned.

The fire within you was an inferno now. You couldn't stop. “I buried your EMPTY fucking COFFIN, Caleb!” you yelled. He got to his feet. “You were dead!” You moved back over to him and pounded your fists against his chest. “Dead! Dead, dead, dead, dead…” your voice began to trail off as you continued to hit him with decreasing intensity. His hands came up to grasp your upper arms loosely. You dropped your head down and rested your forehead gently against his chest. Your arms dropped until they hung at your sides. The two of you stood like that for minutes, silently taking in each other's presence. Caleb sucked in deep pulls of your scent, his cock stirring as his hands tightened reflexively on your arms. Fuck, he had missed you in his arms.

You pulled away out of his hold again, moving to your desk as the quiet of the room was interrupted by another thunderous crash. You pulled open a drawer and rifled through papers before pulling a small envelope from the back of it. You opened it and a slight clink sounded as the contents fell into your palm. You stormed back over to him, grabbed his hand and dropped it into his palm. He stared down at his dog tags as you took a step back and crossed your arms over your chest. A sudden pulse of anger snaked through him as he looked back up at you.

“Why are you giving this to me? I left it for you,” he said. His body was still, muscles tense.

“That necklace has haunted me since you died,” you murmured roughly. “It was never meant to be mine. It was yours, and every day since you disappeared from my life, I have debated getting rid of it, one way or another.” He stared you down, brows furrowing. “I wanted to melt it down, or throw it into the sea…”

He took a step toward you that you mirrored with a step back. “You would throw me away so easily?” His voice was low and dangerous.

Your eyes filled with tears again. “I'm not the one who threw someone away, Caleb.” A tear slid down your cheek.

His mind reeled. You thought he left you. On purpose. He scoffed, but your face remained unchanged. He moved toward you again and you shook your head no. His gaze hardened, and he continued into you, backing you against the wall. Stubbornly, you kept your eyes cast downward and arms crossed. “Pipsqueak…” he tilted your chin up, even while you avoided his gaze. He grit his teeth in frustration. “Look at me.” He shook your chin lightly. Your shocked eyes met his and he smirked inwardly. “I would never leave you by choice,” he whispered. Your breath shuddered out as his eyes flicked and then zeroed in on your lips. “You're all I have left.” His thumb slid against your lower lip as your eyes fluttered. His body tuned into yours like a radio frequency. He could feel his careful control slipping as your proximity intoxicated him. He closed his eyes and leaned in until his body was aligned with yours. Every breath from his mouth trickled against your skin, his nose dragging across your cheek and down your neck. You could feel his pulse pounding against your chest.

“Do you know what I thought about all that time away from you?” he whispered. His tongue slipped out and made a short path from your neck to your ear, tracing the outer curve. You shivered beneath his attention, twitching against him with nowhere to run. You briefly shook your head no, feeling paralyzed in place as he continued to touch you lightly. Your head, for once, was blessedly quiet, even while the storm continued outside.

“You,” he whispered. “I remembered all of the things we used to get up to as kids, all of our adventures,” he paused, “and misadventures.” His lips dragged against your skin as he spoke, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. Your body felt like a livewire of feeling, each tiny movement he made a spark of electricity traversing your nervous system and lighting you up with heat.

“What else?” you whispered, eyes closing as you let your head tilt back against the wall.

Caleb smiled against your neck before continuing. “I thought about your laugh, your fiery passion for hunting, your… sass.” He chuckled darkly and one of his hands slid to your waist as his tone dropped to velvety softness. “I thought about the woman you became over our lives together. Your strength, your tenacity, your… assets…” he ended on a hiss, pushing back away from you and pacing the room. His control was dancing a razor's edge. His eyes were as dark as the storm clouds outside as he flexed his hands at his sides. His gaze finally moved away from you, voice louder and more urgent. “I thought about your eyes and the way your lips quirk up when you tease me. I thought about how I never got to hold you the way I wanted to or tell you how I really felt.” He was speaking in a frenzy, as if he couldn't get the words out fast enough. You were frozen against the wall. His temper seemed to be rising now, and like prey in a trap, you knew not to push your predator further.

His purple eyes snapped back to yours as yours widened at his words. “I watched you these past weeks.” His voice was deadly soft again as he began moving back toward you with a stillness that sent you shaking again. “As they tore me apart and put me back together, I thought about how your skin would feel against mine.” Dropping his dog tags on your bed, he pulled his gloves off, one finger at a time. “Or what's left of mine…” Your eyes dropped to his hands as he dropped his gloves.

“Caleb…” you whispered as the metallic shine of his right hand caught your eye. He raised it up, tilting it back and forth in the dim light. Lightning illuminated his hand and eyes at the same time, and for the first time, you felt a flush of fear release into your veins. Is this my Caleb? The thought occurred to you suddenly, and you tensed involuntarily at the thought.

He noticed your sudden change in demeanor and tilted his head to the side, the corner of his mouth quirking upward. “Did you honestly think I would always be the kindhearted boy from your childhood?”

The air felt like it was sucked from your lungs as the tension in the room grew to a fever pitch. “My time ‘away’ changed me, Pipsqueak,” he rasped. “But it didn't change one major thing.”

Your voice came out weak and thready, “What's that?”

“My feelings for you.”

His declaration was punctuated by a particularly deep rumble of thunder. The lightning that followed flashed through his eyes, making them look almost grey, dangerous.

“Caleb… What did they do to you?” He made no further move toward you. His whole countenance had changed. He was hard and unyielding where he had once been soft, and it felt like a punch to the chest as you began to notice more of the changes in his demeanor. He had looked the same at first glance, and your initial astonishment at his reappearance and subsequent anger had taken any observational skills you had honed and thrown them right out the doors he had climbed through. My Caleb. Your desperation for answers drove you forward. He stood stock still and waited for your assessment. Your hands reached out and began to pull at his hoodie. You took the hem, including his shirt, and began to pull it up, revealing inch after inch of his skin, toned muscle and a litany of scars entering your limited view as lightning gave you small peeks at the destruction he had undergone from the explosion that you thought took him from you. He helped you peel the wet fabrics from his body, and as his full torso flashed in the light, you felt tears slip down your cheeks once more.

The entirety of his right arm, fused to his shoulder, was made of metal. The skin of his right side, near his new arm was puckered and smooth in variation, the scars creating a tapestry of destruction where there was once unmarred skin. His muscles flexed as you ran your fingertips against the new skin that had grown where it had previously been flayed by fire from his bones. You cried silently as he let you continue to mark his differences. The metal was flexible, and he shifted the fingers of his metallic hand silently to show you the movement.

He could scarcely breathe as your fingers danced across his skin. Your touch was like a balm to his soul, even as his mind screamed for more of it. His heart and head took up the chant again, pulsing, mine, mine, mine, mine, as your tears cleansed some of the anger he felt before, soothing his fragmented soul. He wanted to touch you. To soothe you the way you were soothing him, even though you weren't aware of it. As your hands worked their way up to his neck, turning his head different ways to look at all sides of him, the possessiveness he had been clinging to forced its way forward. Taking your tearstained face in his bare hands, he wiped your tears from your cheeks. “Pipsqueak, I was always going to find my way back to you. Something as trivial as death would never stop me. It doesn't matter what I went through to get here.”

You turned your head into his hand, lips grazing his metal palm. “I missed you so much, Caleb.” Your teary eyes met his and with a last sob from your mouth, he pressed his forehead to yours.

With a gentle kiss to your cheek, he murmured, “I will never leave you again. Let me show you how permanent we are.” Your brief but fervent nod is all the answer he needed as he finally pressed your lips together. It was a light kiss and it unleashed something in both of you as you suddenly gripped each other more tightly and clashed together again. Lips and tongues began an aggressive dance, parting and meeting faster and faster as a frenzy began.

“Caleb,” you moaned into his mouth. You put your hands around his neck as you pulled him down against you. His answering groan had him pulling you up, hands hooked under your thighs and lifting you to nestle against him. Your mouths slotted together again and again. Caleb moved a hand to your neck, notching his fingers around your ear and against the back of your neck so he could move your head to his liking. Your fingers gripped his hair, pulling against the dark, soft strands. The heat racing through your veins turned to liquid between your legs, pooling against the fabric of your panties as you sought more. More touches. More friction. More Caleb. He was as needy as you are, as his hand against your hip tightened around your back and his hips canted up against your inner thighs, rapidly hardening length getting more and more difficult to ignore. His hips continued to move as your lips broke apart. You kissed his jaw and down his neck, sucking his skin and biting until your mark was against his skin. His moans echoed in your ears and his thrusts against you became more pointed.

“Need you,” he groaned. You moaned in response, kissing across his shoulder and collarbone. He turned you both to the bed and pushed you away from him until you bounced onto the center. You shifted to your elbows as you watched him undo his belt and push his pants down his legs. As they pooled around his feet, he grumbled, annoyed as he pushed his boots and socks off of his feet before his legs could be freed from his pants. His thick erection strained against his boxers and your mouth watered at the sight of him. It occurred to you that you're still fully clothed, and you urgently pulled your shirt from your body, pushing your own pants down and off your legs, leaving you clad in only your simple cotton panties and bra. Caleb stared at you, lust a raging swell of fire in his eyes. Your own rapid heartbeat filled your ears, even as shards of lightning blinked him in and out of your vision in bright clarity, before plunging you back into the soft darkness. The light wind blew through the still open balcony doors and tightened your nipples into peaks. A shiver wracked your body and Caleb moved to the doors, closing them tightly and locking them again. “Don't need you freezing to death before I get a chance to touch you,” he muttered as he came back to the bed.

The shiver that took you now was pure anticipation, and you reached out for him at the same time he moved his knees to the bed, crawling up to you. Placing his hands on either side of you, he leaned in and kissed you, the urgency tempered, but not gone. He shifted backward and took a long look, dragging his gaze from your bra down to your clothed pussy, noting the growing damp spot. You pushed your legs closed, noting his gaze, and a blush rose to your cheeks. His attention shifted to something else on the bed momentarily, and your confusion showed in your eyes as he lifted the dog tags back into view.

“I left these for you to wear, not discard,” he said, his voice a sharp reprimand, a contrast to his softness moments ago. Once again, you're reminded of how he has changed since you last saw him. He shook his head and smiled at you, but it is a sinister feeling that creeps into your spine, rather than a feeling of warmth. Your arousal cools slightly. A strange shift in the air had your body flattening onto the bed. Caleb pushed your hands above your head and the heaviness in the air grew, pushing them down too. You looked up at your own hands, unable to move your torso or arms, and watched as he wove the chain of the dog tags around your wrists, binding your hands and arms together above your head. The pressure didn't let up though.

He is using his evol to restrain me. The cooling in your body ramped back up to a dangerous level as you let out a gasp, pulling against the sudden gravitational push that kept your body where he wanted it. “Caleb,” you whined, legs shifting around in an attempt to fight it off.

“That's better,” he smirked. He licked down your neck and across your clavicle before making his way down your breastbone, passing your breasts entirely to continue his wet kisses down your stomach. Breathless moans passed your lips as you could only follow his downward movement with your eyes, squirming your hips. He settled himself between your legs, pushing your knees apart before kissing over the fabric covering your mound. “Fuck, you smell good.” He nosed against the wet spot and you keened loudly.

“Caleb!” He dragged his tongue along the spot next, groaning into your covered cleft as he lapped at your wetness.

“Waited so long to taste you,” he growled. His lips and tongue danced along the outside of your panties, pushing against your clit through the fabric. You tilted your hips against his mouth, trying to gain the right kind of friction. Caleb looked up at you, his purple eyes practically glowing. “Don't make me restrain your legs.” Your whine made him redouble his efforts.

His tongue was persistent, but you want more. “Please, Caleb. Touch me. Please.”

“Such a good girl, begging for me,” he practically purred. His fingers pulled your panties to the side and his hot breath ghosted across your bare cunt. “Good girls get rewarded.” His tongue dove back in and you cried out at the change in feeling. He tongued at your clit, two fingers trailing through your slick before pushing into your clenching channel. The pressure on your chest kept you from arching your back and moving the way you wanted to. He scissored his fingers in and out of you as your pleasure built, thrusting against the bed as his cock leaked pre-cum. He felt like he was going out of his mind with pleasure just from how responsive you were. The taste of you on his tongue was like nothing he'd ever tasted before. Even in his dreams of you while he was away, he never could have imagined you like this. He flicked his tongue rapidly as your pussy clenched around his fingers and his need grew even stronger. Your mewls of pleasure drove him higher and higher with you until he was thrusting against the mattress and groaning with you, watching your every expression. With a gush of fluid, you came all over his fingers and he moved his mouth down to scoop your cum onto his tongue with his fingers, the taste of you sending him over the edge. He shook as his cock twitched from his orgasm, his fingers stuffed in his mouth and licking them clean.

He looked back up at you and the blissful smile on your face made his heart quake with happiness. This was the way it is supposed to be. You and him. Together. Forever. He pulled your panties down your legs and released the hold his evol had on your chest. Your arms remained restrained above your head, and a primal part of him rejoiced at the fact he had your cum in his mouth and his tags wrapped around your wrists. A wild urge to fill you full of his cum gripped him and he groaned at the idea of seeing it dripping from your holes, covering your gorgeous body in it until you were absolutely covered in him.

You smiled at him lazily, feeling sated but still hungry for him. “Let me go?” You pleaded. “I want to touch you too.”

“Not yet, love,” he said, voice filled with promise. “First, I get to have my wicked way with you.” He grabbed the center of your bra with his cybernetic arm and with a hard tug, the fabric separated and fell from your body. You gasped at the pain of the fabric burning against your skin as it broke but his mouth was immediately there to soothe the pain, kissing and nipping along your breasts, sucking your nipples into his mouth with renewed fervor, and driving your body back into pleasure.

Sitting back on his heels, he pulled his underwear down his legs. It is only then that you noticed the strings of cum that pulled away with his boxers. “Did you…?” your question trailed off as the thick globs of his obvious pleasure became more and more evident. The thought of him coming just from licking you set you writhing beneath him once more.

His cock now freed, he straddled your chest and moved upward toward your head. “Clean me off?” You nodded your head enthusiastically and licked your lips in answer, straining your neck upward against your restrained arms to get closer to him. He chuckled darkly and pushed up until his cock was right above your mouth, a string of cum leaking off the side that you greedily stretched your tongue to reach for. His ragged breathing filled your ears as he pushed his semi-hard dick into your lips and you moaned around him. A hand went to the back of your neck to support it as you bobbed against him, tongue lathing his cock and bringing every drop you could find into your mouth and swallowing it down. He rocked your head slightly against him as you sucked him clean and you could feel him hardening again. “I'm not done with you yet,” he growled.

He shifted back down between your legs, hooking yours over his hips as he slid his cockhead through your folds. “You're so fucking wet…” His eyes locked onto yours and his voice took on an edge, “and it is all for me.” He started to thrust the head into you. “Look at me while I take you,” he demanded. You keened and bucked your hips against him, pushing against him, but you met his eyes, and the possession shining back at you made your skin break out in goosebumps. “I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, aren't I?” His voice was still hard and when you nodded, he pulled away. “Say it, love.”

Your throat clenched as you pushed out the words, “Yours. All yours.” Your heart sang with the declaration. Finally saying the words out loud freed the burden you'd carried since his supposed death.

With your verbal confirmation, he gripped his cock with his metal hand, reaching up with his other hand and threading his fingers through one of your restrained hands. “Don't take your eyes off me for a second, do you hear me?” You nodded and the two of you looked down as he gently fed his cock into your seeping hole. Your moan and his groan twined together with the gentle thunder that still filtered through from outside as you finally came together. Caleb pressed his forehead against yours, your hands clasping each other's and eyes searching as he made his first few shallow thrusts. Breath mingled and sweat slid together, but your eyes did not falter. You saw the depth of his emotion burning in the violet swirls of his eyes, and as his pace increased, your eyes fluttered, but held on his.

With a quick adjustment, he pushed your legs further up with his hips until your knees were bent up to your ribs, forcing him deeper into you until you could feel him hitting your cervix with each push inward. The drag of his cock felt even more intense as the new positioning gave him full access to pound your g spot. As the pressure grew, so too did the noise in the room. Both of you were lost to the pleasure, wordless sounds streaming from your mouths. Your lips met and parted aimlessly, eyes closing every so often as pure sensation took your breath and he bestowed it again through open mouthed kisses. “Give it to me,” he groaned. “Come for me, love. Look into my eyes and give me all of you.”

Tears pricked your eyes as emotion swelled within you, your climax ascending at an unprecedented rate. “With me,” you begged. “Come with me.”

“I'm with you,” he said, running his free hand through the sweat slicked hair of your forehead. “Together.” With several more brutal thrusts, your peak took you over and you screamed his name as he continued to work you through it, roaring his release and filling you with his seed. The tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and his evol dissipated, your arms able to pull down closer to your head as you curled inward, overcome by the sudden flood of feelings that came with your release.

Caleb wrapped his arms around you, cock still lodged deep within your walls and wrapping himself fully around you. “I'm here, love, I've got you. You're not alone anymore,” he whispered into your hair, “I'll never leave you again.”

You shook and let him hold you, gripping his arms with his dog tags still wrapped around your wrists, and letting yourself soak in his warmth. Here. He's here. You reassured yourself over and over that this wasn't a dream. You rubbed your face against his chest and your tears subsided with the gentle strokes of his hands. A peaceful glow settled over the two of you, your heartbeats settling into a singular rhythm.

With a sleepy yawn as you cuddled further into his arms, you let yourself believe that he was finally home and the sounds of the rain and his deep breaths lulled you both to sleep.

[mishy-mashy]

Bruce is actually really attractive, and I have enough reasoning to make a list

He's:

Tall (. Tall enough to hit his head on the vault doorframe)

Long-legged

Has a straight nose bridge

Has high cheekbones (more noticeable in 2nd pic below)

Has a strong jawline

Sharp eyes, but they aren't small (plus eyebags if you're into that)

Overall, he has strong, attractive facial features

Has broad, refined shoulders. You can tell he works out (or he did, when he was alive)

Even has a thick, muscly neck

He has MUSCLE. Is SCULPTED. NOICE. VERY NOICE. (nice arms. Nice shoulders. Nice neck. Nice legs. Nice butt-)

(There are actually panels where you can see some of his muscles. Other than those already shown here, he's got bricky thighs-

-and in the panels where we first get his name dropped, he's got those shoulder blades too-)

The one time we see him smile, and he actually has a scary one

Has small, kinda sharp pupils, and his eyes remind me of a cat. We only ever saw him tense or defensive, so his resting/listening face is really cute

Other than the physical appearance stuff, he also:

Takes shit without batting an eye (patience, knowing it's just how Kudo is, etc)

Kudo being all "Cut the crap Bruce and give it to me straight", after Bruce tests his blood and is rightfully Concerned because they just faced AFO

Put up with Kudo's experimenting and testing over Yoichi's transferable Factor

Did ya'll see the look on Kudo's face when he realized he had Yoichi's Factor/will? Kudo was going to start in nonsense and Bruce just dealt with that.

Also something I noticed when looking back at the images here; Bruce has bandages on his arms in the void. But not when he faced AFO in the sewers.

Were he and Kudo cutting their arms open in their experimenting over Yoichi's theory? Is this why Kudo has two gauntlets instead of his one? Why we never see his bare arms in the void? That he always keeps his arms down so there's no slip?

Is smart enough to run blood tests, plus has enough common sense to pick Shinomori as his successor

He picked a guy who avoids society, has an Ability to detect danger so he can always stay away from AFO, is also a coward so he's never going to go throw himself into danger, even without knowing instinctively he stands no chance, etc.

Meanwhile, Kudo chose Bruce, who he played Hot Potato Yoichi with; but he did also trust Bruce, and put the only pure combative Ability in OFA through Bruce.

These two made their choices based on what they valued and saw the Factor needed.

Is logical, analytical, and calm.

He tried advising Midoriya on their Abilities in One For All, especially his own.

Midoriya then tried ignoring him about using Fa Jin for the first time, but found he was right, thinking: "Dammit!! I had [Lady Nagant] right where I wanted her, but... ugh! The Third was right. My parallel Quirk processes are all screwed up!" (ch. 314).

Plus, when Midoriya fixed his processing mistakes, Bruce was analyzing the way he reached his new conclusion. Pure facts, no bias, very calm, just saying it as it was.

We never see him panic. When he's caught by surprise in the sewers by AFO, Kudo, and Yoichi's little bubble event, he immediately reacts. He doesn't falter, he just knows he has to do something right now.

Was more willing to listen than Kudo to Yoichi's beckon, and probably was just following Kudo's rejection of Midoriya

While we don't see Kudo's face, we see Bruce's eyes when Yoichi calls on his heroes. Bruce was more open and receptive, or at least more impacted.

Bruce was also the one to start talking, while Kudo just kept quiet.

He actually communicates a lot

When Yoichi called them to support Midoriya, Bruce started talking to paint a picture of why they thought the way they did, so Yoichi understood where they were coming from.

(Though he seems to beat about the bush sometimes, since Kudo spoke up to be direct on how they couldn't just put their trust in some starry-eyed teenager. Plus, when Kudo tells him to just tell him what's wrong [double Factors])

When Midoriya first used Fa Jin against Nagant, Bruce came out just to tell him he knew what he was trying, but that Midoriya wasn't ready; and Midoriya found he was right. Midoriya just didn't want to listen to him then.

He asks Kudo for clarification after finding Kudo had two Factors in him after the sewer incident ("Just to be sure, All For One didn't touch you, right?") Kudo knew him well enough to go "stop beating around the bush and tell me", so Bruce was probably gonna start with questions, theories, and trying to understand everything in general, before saying "yeah you have two Factors. Don't know why".

Is strong-willed and loyal.

He followed Kudo, even to death, carrying on the cause he started until it ended with him.

Plus, when talking about how AFO needs a strong will to override OFA's own, we first see Bruce, Kudo, and Yoichi.

AFO couldn't steal OFA because the will was too strong for him, and that was back during Banjo's time. Since Shinomori never actually tried opposing AFO and just hid, we can assume the first Three (Yoichi, Kudo, Bruce) already had an accumulation of strong willpower that made OFA un-stealable. Those three are a strong enough foundation, and the main wills, that the other users just become bonuses.

Kudo, also saying that Midoriya needs allies with the same will and drive as him... hey Kudo, you're talking about yourself and your old allies, aren't you? That's why you look at Yoichi and Bruce when you say this.

Not only is Bruce attractive, but he's got good character. THE END.

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hey guys does anybody know whats the date today

[martyrbat]

habeas corpus – detective comics #1086

(ID in alt!)

[neriyon]

Do any of your OCs know each other? If so, how'd they meet? And how well (or not) do they get along?

Oh, hello there! Hmm lemme think for a while..

Maito and Yusui obiviously since they are siblings. They get along okay - they squabble like siblings now and then, but it's usually because Yusui worries for his little sister and thinks she's trying to take too much responsibility to support their younger siblings.

Chili knows both of them, as he works in the same "shop" (on paper it's "antique store", in reality they do general merc jobs for whoever's got the coin) as Yusui. Chili's.... mildly afraid of Yusui, but also really respects him, while Yusui finds the big xaela "too stupid to survive on his own" (he kinda treats Chili as a little brother haha). Maito and Chili only meet now and then, but are generally on polite terms.

Aaaand Naho knows Maito! I'm not sure about the details of them meeting since Maito's story has been altered after that but general idea was that Maito was doing some job for the Scions in Limsa, and while looking for info met Naho who had been performing there for the last few weeks. They are in the similar age range and got along well, so they are still friends and write to eachother regularily, meeting whenever their individual travels happen to allow it.

Since I reworked N'jinh's lore with Dawntrail, he and Hawu'li know eachother now. Details are still muddy since I've been lazy and procrastinating writing N'jinh's lore fully down, but basically they are now co-WoLs (while Hawu'li's previous co-WoLs are taking time off of hero duties to think about starting a family). So mostly just travelling together, with N'jinh as a sort of bodyguard for Hawu'li, + helping the latter keep his separation anxiety at bay. Hawu'li famously gets along with almost anyone, and N'jinh's pretty easygoing type too, so they are very buddy buddy, even if their differences sometimes cause some misunderstandings and chaos.

Who else uhhhhh. Einn I had plans to throw in with N'jinh and Hawu'li for DT but decided not to, but since he's a gleaner now they might run into eachother later?

Yulan and Firn are both a bit newer ocs so I've yet to think about any of their relations to others haha. Firn is a bit of a tough cookie to fit in any story tbh (ascian with his own strong motivations), and I've yet to choose if I want to let Hawu'li actually meet him or not. In Yulan's WoL-AU he's the one Firn's looking for, so there their relationship is "unwavering loyalty and devotion" vs "who is this guy and why does he keep showing up speaking all these weird things??"

[bitegore]

[widowshill]

not for nothing that roger and jeff are wearing completely identical suits for vicki's wedding down to the same pearl stick pin and it's roger that is distinguished with the accessory and the visual emphasis. that roger wears the pocket square and jeff goes plain without one, without a boutonnière (as feels the most probable and appropriate; they both wear boutonnières in roger's prophetic dream of the wedding). that not only is he wearing the handkerchief, but it's folded in such a way as so take as much space as possible – straying from accepted formality of a neat TV fold, occupying more room on the screen, drawing more attention, pointing among other things to his heart in bright white.

[tiredassmage]

Wouldn’t have guessed Tyr and Kaliyo’s reunion would be such a good consolidation of his character down into just shy of two minutes, but here you have it: just shy of 2 minute’s worth of my favorite moments from Anarchy in Paradise that really butter my (Imperial Agent) biscuit.

[kurooh]

MIGHT LET YOU MAKE ME JUNO ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. featuring timeskip! miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurō, iwaizumi hajime, & suna rintarou tryin’ to knock up their pretty wife !

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, breeding, cuddlefucking, doggy, talk of kids & pregnancy, fluff, creampies, shower sex, minor cockwarming, squirting, full nelson, mirror sex, mention of lactation, mating press, cum in panties (offscreen), not proofread.

xoxo, juno ★ my namesake?! hehe, cheers to the surviving haikyuu fuckers on my blog <33 ty for your patience!! as always, send in some asks/reblog if you enjoyed, i love reading comments/tags

— MIYA ATSUMU

“go ahead ‘n slut yerself out all over my cock, baby.. fuuuck, jus’ like that.”

atsumu’s lips part around a needy moan, jaw hanging slackly in some kind of disbelief. after such a lengthy, tiring day, he found himself trudging into your shared bathroom to greet you.

he’d gotten hard in seconds, seeing your tits pressed against the glass door as well as your face, lidded eyes and cute pout enticing him to come join you. when he got onto his knees to get you ready, you’d bent over and tossed him a knowing smirk over your shoulder.

“lemme see that ass move again.. shit, ‘s perfect. yer perfect.” you giggle, throwing your ass back onto his cock, eyes rolling back when his tip kisses your cervix just right, sending sparks of pleasure right through your veins.

“tsumu, this isn’t all that fun,” you huff, the wild need for him to truly ruin you growing by the second. “wan’ you to fuck me, and make me yours.”

“baby, yer already mine,” atsumu lands a slap on your wet asscheek, startling you enough for your legs to spread further. “good girl,” he praises, hushed and under his breath. he reaches upwards and pulls the shower head down, pushes it into your hand and changes the setting.

“use this on yer clit, ‘kay? when yer feelin’ like ya wanna cum, don’t. hold it ‘n we’ll cum at the same time, yeah baby?”

you nod, and he smacks your ass hard, leaning backwards. atsumu pushes a hand through soaked gold strands, chuckling lowly although his voice has a serious edge to it. “‘s not how we say yes, is it?”

“y-yes, tsumu. at the same time.”

he draws his hips back, then finds himself advancing forward brutally. he doesn’t think about anything beside you — you, you, you. with the scent of your body wash tangling in the hot air, the beautiful curves and slopes of your body, the noises you make for him only.

your chest heaves when the steady spray of the shower head soon reaches your clit, immediately proving to be overwhelming and intense paired with him fucking you.

“so god damn tight,” atsumu hisses, nails digging crescent moons into the plush skin of your hips as his own collide with your ass. the bathroom is full of steam and the rhythmic clap of skin against skin — it’s hard to keep from trembling with how good everything feels, all over.

frantic panting cuts through the sound of your whimpers as atsumu feels himself nearing his peak. it’s nasty, downright filthy, the way your nails drag down the wall tiles as you desperately hump your ass back into him.

gasps of your name and affectionate nicknames fall from his lips like a sacred prayer, blending into a whiny harmony as atsumu’s thrusts grow rougher.

“baby,” he chokes, voice tight. “ya better be close, can barely last.”

“tsumu, cum inside me,” you beg, skin burning and pussy squeezing uncontrollably, squelching growing louder. “p-please, i can’t— i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna—” your body tenses, and the shower head falls to the floor with a clunk that neither of you register.

luckily atsumu looks down at the right moment, sees you squirt, pussy gushing onto his pelvis. as if your back arching and your clenching pussy wasn’t enough, he ends up cumming too hard, ribbons of white gushing deep into your awaiting pussy.

“fuckkk,” he groans, overstimulation setting in way too quickly and causing him to pull halfway out of your fluttering cunt.

“no, tsumu,” is all you can heave out, pushing back hard enough to send him into the wall behind him, muscled back hitting the tiles as he lets out a startled oomph. “wanna keep it inside, feels so good.”

— MIYA OSAMU

“samu,” you mumble into his lips, tossing a leg over his hip. he grunts, nose nudging your cheek as he pulls back. “yeah? what’s on yer mind, angel?”

“had a dream about a baby,” the words are spoken softly, and osamu’s fingers lightly graze your chin as he makes you look up at him. “i know it’s kinda stupid, but it was so..” your voice trails off sheepishly and there’s a pause before you admit, “you were such a good dad, samu, ‘n so sexy too.”

your bare bodies are bathed in the morning sunlight, warm and comforting as it peeks in through the curtains. this is the perfect moment with him, skin to skin, his cock still inside you as you kiss and talk about dreams of the future.

in his chest, feelings stir and ideas come to life in his head; osamu presses his hips forward with a hushed moan.

“well, i’ll give ya a baby, angel,” large hands smooth over your hips as he helps you turn away from him; then they pull you close, grabbing at your tits and tugging your nipples between his fingers.

“samu,” you sigh, words fading into a content moan as you feel his hips draw back, then advance forward, against your ass. “i want you to fill me up, give me everything.”

“only if ya take it all,” osamu huffs, tucking his face into your shoulder and closing his eyes as he starts to fuck his cock into you deeply. the thick tip kisses your sweet spot over and over, and if that wasn’t already overwhelming enough, your hand wanders towards your swollen clit.

somehow, osamu’s faster than you, releasing one of your tits and swatting away your hand before he’s finding your clit with his index finger and rubbing it in messy circles.

“s-samu, fuck— jus’ like that, don’t stop!”

your back arches against him, hips twisting as a heat spreads through your veins, fiery and intense in the best ways possible. the movement of your body and then the frantic clenching of your pussy is too intense for him; sharp whines escape his throat, muffled as osamu bites into your shoulder desperately.

“i-i— shit, ‘m gonna fill you up,” is all you can make out from his rushed mumbling, and you turn your head quickly, desperate for his lips.

“kiss me, samu. kiss me as you cum inside, please.”

it’s as though the words break him — his face twists as he kisses you, whole body tensing. he presses his cock deep, thickening and throbbing before he’s gushing cum and can’t seem to stop.

“ah, fuck,” he tosses his head back, fingers scrabbling at your nipples as his chest heaves against your back, heart pounding steadily.

you cum with a whine, grinding down on his cock in an effort to get him impossibly deeper. as you ride out your highs together, trembling deliciously, he can’t help but dissolve into giggles of pure happiness.

“angel, ya got that baby for sure, jus’ like ya wanted, hm? ah, i can’t wait for a mini-me or a mini-ya. yer gonna be the prettiest mom, swear.”

— KUROO TETSURŌ

“fuck, babe. you’ve got no idea about what i saw today,” tetsurō huffs, warm breath fanning over your tits as they bounce, controlled by your bra.

spices clatter as tetsurō sweeps his arm across the kitchen counter behind you, clearing the space so you can lean back a little easier. his grip on your thighs doesn’t waver, nor does the ruthless tempo of his hips.

“tetsu, what’d you see?” you gasp, tears threatening to pour over your waterline.

“well, i saw this family,” he grunts, thrusting into you particularly hard now that he’s recalling the memory. “the dad had their kid on his shoulders, and the mom was pregnant. they looked so happy, and it made me think of you.”

“is that so?” you ask, spreading your legs impossibly wider as an invitation. you bite your lower lip, rolling your hips against his in an effort to get his cock deeper.

“tetsu,” he raises his eyes from the mess between your legs to your face, earnest and flushed. “kiss me, baby.”

tetsurō obliges, lets you tug him forward by the chin, mesh his lips with yours. it’s warm and sweet, the aftertaste of the dessert you’d been making as his surprise for when he’d come home. your tongue slips between plush, parted lips and moves with his gently, quite a contrast from the rough way he’s fucking you.

“ah, shit,” he moans, struggling to kiss you back when he feels your sticky walls clenching down on his too sensitive cock.

tetsurō leans forward and buries his flushed face in your shoulder, kissing the tender skin a few times before nipping it and then finally biting down into your shoulder.

he practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back, heels digging into muscle as you push him forward. in a hushed tone and into his ear, you say sweetly, “tetsu, fuck a baby into me.”

“oh, i fucking will, princess.”

although, despite his rough words, he’s wheezing and whining every now and then into your shoulder, hoping it muffles his sounds.

your hand slides up his neck and tangles into dark tufts of hair, pulling tight as your own orgasm approaches. your pleasure mixes with his own, and just before the knot in your belly snaps, you feel a strong pulsing deep within your pussy.

he groans loudly, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. your nails dig hard into his scalp and the sting of pain only seems to make him get a little more vocal.

tetsurō pants into your neck, trying to find his bearings now that his limbs feel like jelly.

“hold me?”

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME

“h-haji, this was a good call..”

“oh yeah?” hajime’s voice rumbles in his chest, strong and steady against your back as he keeps your legs wide open. “have we ever tried this one?”

“i don’t think so, but we definitely will in the future.”

“feels that good, princess?” hajime chuckles, eyeing your reflections in the mirror mounted across the bed. for a moment, he considers the two of you puzzle pieces — he sees that his cock fits snugly inside you, and the thought that you may be made for each other briefly crosses his mind.

“of course it does,” a sheen of sweat glimmers on your face, skin glowing beautifully in the mirror. “god, hajime, y-you’re so deep..”

he notices your eyes falling shut, head tipping back, and he raises his hand to lightly smack your cheek. “mm, princess, gotta keep watching. i want you to see yourself cum, alright?”

“fine,” you huff, feet dangling in the air and bouncing every which way as he fucks into you, heavy balls smacking your pussy with each stroke.

“what made you wanna try this?” you ask, knowing you should save the question for later, but you’re too curious not to ask. why would your husband come home someday and randomly want to try a new position you’d never heard of?

“well, you know..” in the mirror, you catch the flush on his tanned cheeks. “we’ve both caught the fever recently, and this is a solid position for makin’ babies.”

you gasp sharply when hajime turns his hips ever so slightly, and the resulting sensation causes pressure to build in your pelvis. “shit— right there, haji, just like that..”

he grunts, body stiffening as he tightly holds you in place and fucks into you like it’s the last time you’ll ever be like this together.

“wanna get you pregnant,” hajime groans, abs flexing with the effort of maintaining his merciless pace, “i wanna—shit—wanna breed you.”

“you want it that bad?” you breathe, just barely keeping your eyes open and focusing on your bouncing reflection. “fuck me full, then, haji.”

hajime doesn’t question it, thinks of you with a swollen belly and milky tits all for him to hold and take care of. you, with your glowing skin and beautiful body from all the pregnancy hormones.

the idea of it all is too much to bear, not to mention cumming deep inside your cunt, this time with the intent to breed.

he can’t even muster the words to warn you that he’s cumming as hard as he is; after a choked, tight groan, he falls silent and rocks his hips into you.

“fuck it deep, haji,” you whisper, on the edge yourself. obedient and too far gone in his fantasy, he does exactly what you ask, whining very quietly from the sensitivity.

shaking on top of him and watching the reflections in the mirror, you cum hard, dissolving into unmatched pleasure. and you’re thankful you keep your eyes open, moaning at the very sight— hajime doesn’t even pull out, he’s still pushing his cock in and out of you, but cum races from your cunt in thick white rivulets.

“i’m trying,” he huffs, sensitive when he glances up and notices how intently you’re watching the mirror. his cheeks flush lightly when you both notice that most of his cum ends up dripping down his balls and out of you.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll cum however many times it takes, sound good?”

— SUNA RINTAROU

“you want a few brats? oh, i just felt your pussy squeeze up. ‘s what you want, huh?” rintarou bites, harshness of his thrusts drawing whimper after whimper from your kiss-swollen lips.

“i want it, rin,” you feel one of his palms smoothing over the plushness of your lower stomach, just above your pelvis. “w-what’re you doing?”

he laughs at your stutter, keeps your legs steady over his shoulders. rintarou draws his hips back, leaving just his tip inside your quivering pussy. then, he presses down on your lower stomach and slides in, adding more pressure with each inch.

“rintarou!” you wheeze, jerking your hips to the side in a pathetic attempt to run away from the overwhelming pleasure he gives you with every movement, big or small.

“nuh uh, pretty girl,” his free hand grabs ahold of you tightly, tugs you towards him and then settles to rest on your neck. rintarou’s fingers are loose on each side of your throat, hand placed there in a demonstration of control. but what’s the point of that, when he’s already made it clear by hoisting your legs over his shoulders and folding you in half?

“you’ll take it, all of it.”

“but ‘m sensitive, i’ve cum too many times,” you can’t even recall a number or remember how long he’s been fucking you like this.

you’re both sticky with sweat, your thighs stained white with dried cum from previous rounds and marked with love bites he’d given you in his excitement to get a taste of your pussy.

it’s so fucking messy because rintarou’s the one who can’t stop asking to eat you out and push the cum back inside; you always say yes, then cum until you’re dizzy and can’t see straight.

you taste yourself from earlier on the corners of his lips when he bends forward and gives you a chaste kiss. “l-last time, okay? i’ll give you your brats, pretty girl.”

the sweet pout on your lips that’s quickly replaced with something else and wail of his name that leaves you when he starts jackhammering your pussy turns him on to the max.

incoherent babbling of what he’ll give you and how good you feel blend together, and before you can fully register it, rintarou’s folding forward with a deep groan. “shit, i’m gonna cum so fucking hard, i—”

he shuts up and gives you a few more thrusts before he’s pushing deep and cumming — he’s not done when he pulls out and covers your pussy in cum.

“r-rin, keep it inside,” you whine sadly, watching as he collects it on his tip and then plunges it back inside.

“jus’ needed some extra lube,” he says coolly, but he really just wants to cum all over you. “how’s it feel inside, pretty baby?”

“like i need some more.”

rintarou laughs at the way you turn away, cheeks hot in embarrassment because you were the one who wanted a break. “we are going out later, hm?”

your nod makes him smile, green eyes crinkling at the corners. “how about i cum in your panties and you walk around with ‘em?”

[misswynters]

Ma Meilleure Amour

featuring. ekko x fem!reader

a/n. doing my duty as a writer to fill the ekko tag with fics of him only (it’s translated to my best love)

inspired by. the song Ma Meilleure Ennemie and the scene with ekko and jinx in act iii (listen to it while reading)

Everything felt different. The streets of Zaun had the ever-present haze of smog seem softer, its grim edge dulled by the warm hum of neon lights. The streets bustled with life, as they always did, but the night gave the chaos a certain charm. The glow of green and pink signs reflected off damp cobblestones, while the occasional flicker of a malfunctioning lamp sent ripples of color through shallow puddles.

You walked side by side with Ekko, your steps slow and aimless, as if the two of you had all the time in the world. You didn’t, of course. With how Zaun always had a way of reminding you that the clock never stopped ticking. But right now, under the swirl of lights and the faint hiss of steam vents, it felt like time had paused just for the two of you.

Ekko’s hand brushed against yours every so often, and though he wasn’t one to initiate touch easily, you could tell he didn’t mind the closeness. He always had this way of being effortlessly cool, his swagger and wit making it seem like nothing fazed him. But you knew him better than most. You saw the weight he carried, the pressure of being a leader, a fighter, and a kid all at once. And tonight, you were determined to remind him what it felt like to just…be.

“Ever think Zaun’s kinda pretty at night?” you mused, breaking the comfortable silence.

Ekko glanced at you, one eyebrow raised, before looking around. “Pretty? Dunno if I’d call it that. More like…gritty with a side of a green glow.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “You’re so dramatic.”

“Says the one waxing poetic about this place,” he shot back, his grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Fine, maybe I’m seeing it through rose-colored glasses. Or maybe I just like walking around with you.”

That earned a chuckle from him, the sound low and warm. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his shoulders relaxing as he leaned closer to you. “Well, when you put it that way…” The two of you wandered through winding alleys and across rickety bridges, the air thick with the scent of metal and oil. Every so often, Ekko would point out a shortcut he’d used for one of his time-bending escapades or share a story about an adventure with the Firelights.

But then he led you down a narrow path you hadn’t noticed before, his fingers brushing yours briefly to guide you. At the end of the path, you stepped into a beautiful hidden oasis. A rooftop garden tucked away from Zaun’s usual grit and grime. The first thing you noticed was the lights. Strings of mismatched lanterns crisscrossed the space, casting a soft, golden glow over everything. Tiny fairy lights were woven through the vines that climbed up makeshift trellises, their warm flicker like little stars in the night. The plants themselves were a mix of scrappy greenery and surprisingly vibrant flowers, their colors popping against the muted tones of the city below.

“Woah…” you breathed, turning to him with wide eyes.

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the faint blush on his cheeks gave him away. “It’s nothing fancy. Just a spot I’ve been working on.”

“Are you kidding? It’s perfect,” you said, your voice filled with awe.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze darting away from yours. “Figured it’d be nice to have a place to get away, y’know? Somewhere quiet.”

You stepped forward, taking it all in. A small wooden bench sat in the center of the garden, its surface worn but sturdy. Around it, the plants swayed gently in the cool breeze, their leaves catching the light just enough to shimmer.

“Come on,” Ekko said, his hand lightly brushing the small of your back as he guided you to the bench. “I didn’t bring you here just to stand around.”

You sat down, the wood creaking softly under your weight. Ekko settled beside you, close enough that his knee pressed against yours. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the quiet hum of the lights and the distant sounds of Zaun filling the space. It was a working pattern. There was always a comfortable silence between the two of you.

“How long have you been working on this?” you asked softly.

“Couple months,” he said, leaning back with his arms stretched across the bench. “Takes a while to get plants to grow in a place like this. But I dunno…it feels good to build something, y’know? Instead of just tearing things down.”

You glanced at him, your chest tightening at the softness in his voice. Ekko didn’t let people see this side of him often though. I mean this was the boy who dreamed of a better Zaun, the one who carried the weight of his community on his shoulders.

“It’s beautiful,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder. “Just like you.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and a little shy. “You’re laying it on thick tonight, huh?”

“Just telling the truth,” you said, closing your eyes as his warmth seeped into you.

The two of you sat like that for a while, wrapped up in the stillness of the garden. Ekko’s hand found yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a way that felt natural, like you were always meant to fit together.

“Hey,” he said after a while, his voice quiet.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks. For, y’know…being here.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart aching at the sincerity in his eyes. “Of course,” you said softly while winking. “You’re worth it, Ekko.”

His gaze lingered on yours for a moment, the golden light casting shadows across his face. Then he smiled. It was real, genuine smile that made your chest feel light and full all at once.

“C’mere,” he said, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. His arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder as you leaned into him.

“This is nice,” you murmured, your fingers tracing absent patterns on his arm.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little muffled. “It is.”

There it was again, the comfortable silence. The garden was quiet, bathed in the golden light of the mismatched lanterns. You rested your head on Ekko’s shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath against you. His fingers were still intertwined with yours, his thumb brushing small, absentminded circles against your knuckles.

It was peaceful, almost too perfect for Zaun, where tranquility was a rare luxury. The hum of distant machinery and the faint chatter of the streets below were a backdrop to your own private world. You thought this was it, that the night couldn’t get any better. But Ekko had other plans.

Suddenly, he shifted away from you, his weight leaving the bench as he stood. His warmth leaving your body. You blinked up at him, confused as he turned to face you, his signature grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He extended a hand toward you, palm up, the glow of the garden lights reflecting in his dark eyes.

“Dance with me,” he said, his voice soft but brimming with an irresistible playfulness.

You tilted your head, a laugh escaping you. “Dance? Here?”

“Why not?” He wiggled his fingers, urging you to take his hand.

You hesitated, glancing around. “Ekko, there’s no music.”

He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Oh, ye of little faith.”

Reaching into his pocket, Ekko pulled out a small, beaten up speaker, a relic salvaged from some forgotten corner of Zaun. He fiddled with it for a moment before a warm melody crackled to life, filling the air with a gentle rhythm.

You stared at him in disbelief, your lips parting in surprise. “You planned this?”

He shrugged, trying to play it cool but failing miserably as a proud smile broke through. “Maybe.”

Shaking your head with a soft laugh, you placed your hand in his, the warmth of his palm grounding you. “Alright, Clockstopper,” you teased. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Ekko pulled you to your feet, guiding you to the center of the garden. The music swelled around you, soft and sweet, a contrast to the chaos of Zaun. His other hand found its place on your waist, and he held you close, his movements easy and unhurried. At first, you tried to match his rhythm, your steps tentative as you followed his lead. But it wasn’t long before your foot accidentally landed on his.

“Oh, sorry!” you gasped, pulling back slightly.

Ekko winced dramatically, clutching his chest as if you’d mortally wounded him. “You’re killing me here,” he said, his voice laced with mock pain.

You rolled your eyes, a grin tugging at your lips. “Don’t be such a baby.”

“Baby?” He laughed, spinning you unexpectedly. You stumbled slightly but caught yourself, the sound of your shared laughter echoing in the garden.

The two of you continued like that, swaying and spinning under the lanterns. Every so often, you’d step on his foot again, and he’d exaggerate his reaction, making you laugh until your cheeks hurt. But then, as the song shifted to a slower melody, Ekko’s movements became gentler, more deliberate. He pulled you closer, your bodies impossibly near. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, the faint scent of zauns atmosphere lingering on him. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the world seemed to fade away. The golden light reflected in his eyes, making them shimmer like they held their own constellation. There was something unspoken in his gaze, something raw and real that made your heart stutter.

“Ekko…” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. Instead, you closed the distance, your lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft and sweet, filled with everything words couldn’t express. Your hands found their way around his neck, pulling him closer as his arms wrapped around your waist. The world seemed to tilt, the glow of the lanterns and the soft hum of the music swirling around you in a haze of light and sound.

Time felt irrelevant—ironic, considering who you were with. All that mattered was the way he held you, the way his lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your chest ache.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through you. “I love you,” he murmured, his voice steady and sure.

Your heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the lights around you. Smiling, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I love you too,” you said, the words as natural as breathing.

Ekko grinned, his hands tightening around your waist as he pressed a series of quick, playful kisses to your face—your cheeks, your nose, your forehead. Each kiss was accompanied by a soft giggle from you, his affection spilling over in a way that was so uniquely him.

“Ekko, stop,” you laughed, trying to pull away as he kissed the corner of your mouth.

“Never,” he said, his voice full of mock defiance as he caught your lips in another kiss.

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten. The music played on, the lights flickered, and Zaun’s ever-present hum seemed softer, almost distant. As the night stretched on, you found yourselves back on the bench, your head resting on Ekko’s shoulder as he absentmindedly played with your fingers. The garden felt like a dream, a little slice of peace carved out of the chaos. And in that moment, with Ekko by your side and the glow of the lanterns above you, everything felt right. Almost perfect.

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GIRL TALK ! ( STAR RAIL MEN )

SUMMARY ! march 7th finds out you like someone. and as your best friend, it’s only right that she has to give her input on whether or not she approves of him.

NOTES ! i was in the mood to write something but this was last minute and this was all i could come up with 🤺 may do a part two featuring other star rail men but we will see. part two of girl talk (gepard, dr. ratio, aventurine, and boothill)

TAGS ! reader is not the trailblazer. contains dan heng, caelus, sampo koski, jing yuan, and argenti. feelings are mutual on both ends.

march 7th’s thoughts on . . . DAN HENG !

immediately tells you that she already had her suspicions. and now that you confirmed it, it makes her all that more excited. you having a crush on dan heng is just what she expected. she’ll go on and on about how you two would make a great couple because he opens up more to you. now she gets a little sneaky and begins to make up excuses whenever missions come around so that the two of you can go together. it’s her own way of being a mastermind. the more time you two spend together, the closer she is to seeing you and dan heng start dating. yes, march has dubbed herself as your personal wingwoman. so is the duty of being your best friend.

march 7th’s thoughts on . . . CAELUS !

of course she finds it cute that you have a crush on caelus. and it all makes sense to her now. she constantly hears you and caelus making the same kind of jokes, watches you two play games together on your phones, and on rare occasions, she’ll find you rummaging through trash cans with caelus. though she doesn’t know why you’d go to such lengths and go through the trash cans with him. admitting your feelings for the newest trailblazer will only make march relentlessly tease you about it in the best way possible. so whenever caelus invites you to join him in whatever shenanigan he has planned for the day, she’ll send a quick wink your way.

march 7th’s thoughts on . . . SAMPO KOSKI !

she’s mentally judging you. definitely finds this as a “to each their own” type of situation. out of everyone you guys have met, the one you have feelings for is sampo. march isn’t too fond of him despite how much he has helped them during their time in belobog. she does have a few doubts here and there, but if he’s currently the one who you’re interested in, she’ll go along with it. march has to observe the way he acts before making any big decisions like setting you two up. she can tell the feeling’s mutual by the overly flirtatious comments sent your way or gifts you receive by sampo when visiting belobog again. she’ll sometimes peek over your shoulder and see some messages coming in from him, asking when you’ll come back to see him. she could grow used to him so let her work her magic and you’ll be with him in no time.

march 7th’s thoughts on . . . JING YUAN !

the general of the luofu is a tough decision. although she believes he’s a great choice considering his high rank and popularity, it’s also a bit of a downfall. she saw some heavy chemistry between you both back when the express was currently at the luofu. she didn’t have enough time to make some comments but she knew you’d end up having some sort of feelings towards him. she’s only worried about the cons that could come. like the fact jing yuan can become a busy man within seconds. would he make enough time for you? no, he needs to because someone like you deserves it. march refuses to let her best friend settle for anything less than what she’s worth. march can trust that you’ll be in good hands with jing yuan.

march 7th’s thoughts on . . . ARGENTI !

it’s a very interesting choice in her opinion. though she understands why you’d end up gaining feelings towards him. it had to be that compliment he gave you the very first time the express met him. “a beauty that was sent by the goddess idrila herself for him to praise”. very poetical that it had the entire crew speechless for a few seconds. march hasn’t stopped bringing it up since that happened because you had never gotten that flustered before. she can only imagine all the other compliments argenti has sent your way when they’re not around. whenever you’re smiling at your phone a little too hard, thinking no one is watching, she’ll head over your way asking if your boyfriend’s the one making you all smiley. march doesn’t even need to be your wingwoman for this one. she knows the knight will handle it all on his own.