#I spent over $3k on my plants

[floraleevee]

Damn, someone in the carnivorous plant community is selling their collection and some of their prices are making me realize just how much I lost when my plants died from last year’s cross-country move

[villainscharm]

a witch’s touch | benjicot blackwood x witch! fem reader

: What would your lords think now when they hear rumours of what their fearsome lord Blackwood did to the captured witch?

: They won’t be hearing rumours of me when I will be making the entire fucking Raventree hearing it by their own ears.

a/n : in this story he will be lord of Raventree Hall, therefore I will be calling him Benjicot here. (characters are of age)

rating : explicit. mdni !!

words count : 3k.

warnings : smut. oral sex (f receiving). p in v sex. religious beliefs/witches seen as evil. slight use of seduction magic. fancast benjicot. also not really proofread.

“My lord, we’ve been informed of a crossing from Bracken land to ours,” a knight rode hurriedly to the training yard, where his lordship usually was. Benjicot spent most of his time here with his fellow lord Tully, but today seemed to be only just himself. “A strange woman dressed in a black cloak disguising herself. We’ve caught her now,” the knight continued as his lord’s attention shifted from the sword to himself.

“Is she a Bracken? I did not know their lords are fool enough to let their lady wander into the wrong place.” Benjicot raised an eyebrow at him. It was known that the Blackwood and Bracken were never at peace. Such things as going between the border as one pleased could cause fatal damage to either houses. While sons were warned not to cross them, daughters were locked within the walls of their home. Benjicot wondered if this woman they caught was some craven lord’s daughter. If so, he must be shitting himself as of now.

“We’re not sure, my lord. She would not speak,” the knight answered uncertainty. “Where is she now?” if the woman was actually a Bracken lady, she must be hosted well as her title – even in Blackwood land. When the knight told him that she was still held at the border. Benjicot ordered her brought to the Raventree Hall at once, and let the servants know to ready her chamber, also guarded.

When the realm was at war, nothing was worth the risk. Especially when both houses stood on opposite sides of war. House Blackwood had pledged their loyalty to queen Rhaenyra. While house Bracken pledged theirs to king Aegon. The usurper. Benjicot had called him.

While Benjicot went to change himself into more proper clothing, the lady was brought inside. But before he could go to the hall where she was held, an old lord approached him. “Forgive me my lord, I assumed you were going to meet that woman in the hall?” the old lord said carefully in a low tone, “Yes, I am. Has she spoken yet?” Benjicot asked him as they both walked together. “Not yet my lord, but I may know something of her,” this time Benjicot casted him a questioning look, waiting for the old man to continue his sentence. “This lady, they say she’s a witch my lord,”

Benjicot’s eyebrow frowned further at that, “A witch? and who are they exactly my lord?” he pressed, his old lord no longer held eye contact with him. Afraid of admitting his beliefs of rumours among the people of riverlands. “When she was caught, they found numerous kinds of plants and herbs inside her bags. She refused to let it be taken from her.”

“Herbs,” Benjicot almost scoffed, “You’re telling me that carrying herbals simply means one a witch, my lord?” The old lord said nothing as he lowered his head. Benjicot shook his head as he walked past the old man, marching through the hall where the lady was held. As the large wooden door opened, there she was. Stood in the middle of the large hall by herself, with one knight guarding behind her of course. Her cloak still hung over her shoulder, covering most of her face. Benjicot approached closer and tried to take a look at her face. Eventually the woman noticed his stare and lowered her cover.

When he finally saw her face, his jaw slightly agape. There stood the woman before him, though her face was covered in some dirt as of now. Benjicot could not deny her beauty beneath the dust. Is this the woman who was called a witch? But how could he know? Witches tended to be seductive and stayed pretty by their magic.

“Do you know who I am?” Benjicot began, carefully studying her face. The woman cleared her throat before answering. “That I know, your name is Benjicot Blackwood,” her voice came out so dry that Benjicot almost forgot the state of her now. He made a note for food and water to be fetched to her after the conversation was done – if she remained breathing. Her gaze low, not because of fear, but of uninterest. “A witch, my lord, we covered her eyes when she’s brought here!” the guard behind her spoke abruptly, so eager for his lord’s command to rid her off. Earning a questioning look from Benjicot. This was the second person who told him about the woman in front. Although he was raised as a religious man and well aware of darkness outside. He found the situation hard to believe as there was war going on. An encounter with a witch was the last thing that could happen in his opinion.

“I can see the bloody sigil on your cloak right now if you're wondering,” her head shot up, her gaze filled with annoyance. Then her eyes locked with the young lord, “My lord,” she spat. Benjicot almost stopped feeling bad for her dry sore throat. But to be honest, he was impressed. Though he did not try to hide that by the curve on the corner of his lips. His gaze flashed to the guard behind her, who was now lowering his head in embarrassment.

“Who are you?” Benjicot asked again, stepping back to sit on the large table. Her face was blank as she gave him no answer. “I’ve been told that you are a witch. Are you?” Benjicot pressed further for an explanation. “I am a woman, my lord. And I am no good to you,” her gaze found him. Benjicot suddenly rose from his spot. Straightening his posture, he approached the so-called witch and circled her carefully. “You expect me to believe that and let you go easily?” he was getting tired of her indirect answers. If she wasn’t a woman, he would have the guard threaten her with a blade for any answer he wished by now.

“I can tell you that I am not a Bracken nor any threats towards you and your men. And I am not a scheme or bait from your enemies in this war,” she spoke more clearly now. Her demeanour changed as she tried to reason with him, and hopefully to be set free sooner or late. “My men found you near the border between Blackwood and Bracken land, how do you explain yourself then?” Benjicot stopped before her, his stare pierced through hers as if it would burn if they kept it too long.

“I went into the woods to find some herbals as you know. The woods are infinite, I could not tell which land is whose and which is not,” she explained. Benjicot found her reasons make sense while he nodded. “I see. And where are you heading to with your herbs?” Benjicot stepped closer, studying her face once more. Ready for her truth or her lies as she would. “To my home, my lord. I am a healer. Times like this are tough, people fall ill and many are injured. The cause of this war,” her last sentence was quiet but not unheard by the lord of Raventree.

Benjicot paused and considered her response briefly. He quickly gazed down to her lips, it was still – not quivering. He believed her. “Very well then. I will let you go – but in the morrow. It’s getting late for you to travel alone,” Benjicot nodded at his guard as he turned to lead the lady to her chamber. But before he could leave to attend to other lordship matters, she quickly grabbed him by the shoulder. Her fingers made a light contact to the skin on his neck, and he faintly heard her voice whisper.

“Then I am grateful for your kindness, my lord.”

While Benjicot was tempted to meet the lady again after supper, he could not yet – due to important matters of war that caught up around him. But he made sure to remember to give her a visit when all was done. In the meantime he had the servants fetch her food and water as he noted, along with clean clothing for her to change into. By the time everything was done planning and discussing, it was already midnight. Benjicot dismissed his lords as the hours grew dark. The rest of the matters shall be continued by morrow. But before he went to do anything, he had one more encounter to get done.

As Benjicot strolled through the hall of Raventree towards the guest chambers where she was, his mind wondered. For some reason, he found the presence of her clouded his mind. Her face, her eyes, her voice. He had shared merely ten minutes with her but somehow she stuck in his mind. As if bewitched. The way she held herself as she spoke. Her spirit was hot and strong as wildfire, spreading all over his mind. Benjicot barely made it through the meeting without barging out to her right the second. She was very intriguing. Whenever he looked into her eyes he found himself being drawn closer, as if it was an invitation.

What have you done to me?

He would hold her face in his palms, searching as he got lost in her eyes.

Would she smirk at him and laugh devilishly? or would she play naive and look at him doe-eyed?

Either way he was doomed.

When approached her chamber, he simply nodded to the knight who guarded her door, signalling him to depart his position for the night. As the man bowed slightly and left, Benjicot knocked lightly on her door. “What do you need?” what do you need? she called, not who are you? Benjicot smiled to himself at her strong-willed nature he had just discovered. “It is me. May I come in, my lady?” Benjicot waited patiently for her permission before entering, which she eventually gave.

“How are you settling in?” Benjicot began as he closed the door behind himself. His eyes observed the surroundings of the room. He saw a dress she once wore on a desk nearby, along with other clean dresses he had fetched for her. “Fine, my lord. I am grateful for your hospitality. Even though your lords disagree with my presence,” she gave him a soft smile, which Benjicot returned one for her. He fazed out for a brief moment at her smile. For once since their encounter, she did not seem to be as relaxed as she was now. The woman who stood in the middle of the hall, who publicly called his man out for being stupid was now trolling jest with him.

“They also told me it was not good for letting you stay here overnight,” Benjicot said, earning a light hum from her. “But I couldn’t let you go after dark. Too much danger out there,” he added. And the smile of the woman before him only grew wider. “Trust me, my lord. There is no danger as fatal as a witch,” she sat down at the chair in front of the fireplace, offering the young lord a seat next to her as their conversation continued.

As he sat down, Benjicot could not help but let his eyes wander to her face. Since the dirt was washed off during her bath he assumed she just had, he only found her beauty even more. Her hair cleaned and no longer was covered beneath the cloak. She let it fall free, still damp for a little from the wash earlier. Then his gaze lowered to the dress she was wearing. A thin white nightwear they had in the cabinet. So thin that it barely gave her any warmth – or covered any part of her breasts. Especially the slight wetness of her hair that had soaked up upon her top. Benjicot silently cursed himself for intruding on such a thing. She noticed his eyes were no longer to her face, and could not help but tease the young lord furthermore by adjusting her position in her seat.

“Has nobody told you that it’s rude to stare, my lord?” she asked with a small curve on the corner of her lips. Benjicot only returned her smirk as he replied. “Forgive me, my lady. But I couldn’t help but wonder how they are calling you a witch, when you clearly possess the beauty of an angel?”

Unexpected. She had not hoped the young lord would give her such compliments. Of course, her touch and her spoken words had seduced him since. But she could feel how true and genuine his words were when his eyes were practically lost in hers. His feelings were true that it broke her spell. The spell she casted only to have him favour her. At a loss of words, she leaned closer to Benjicot. The position gave him a closer and clearer look at both of her face and her hardened nipples underneath the thin fabric. Benjicot felt his mouth dry at the sight.

“If a witch is what I am. Are you afraid of me, lord Benjicot?” hearing his name from her lips was like a challenge. He brought his hand to cup her jaw, bringing her closer to his face. “Why would I be? I faced battles fearlessly. They called me Bloody Ben for a reason. If a witch is what you are, then I am ready for sacrifices,” his lips brushed against hers, not giving in yet. “My name. My house. My worth. I will be yours wholly. My heart, my soul. You may use me as you wish and I’ll worship you with every breath I take.”

Then he kissed her finally, finishing his sentence. Her hands immediately went to pull him closer. The kiss was hot, burning and dangerously good. Their tongues danced as the burning kiss continued. Benjicot felt doomed when their lips touched.

This is it then. I’ve tasted poison and I am doomed for it. Unable to escape, unable to be forgiven.

“Have you bewitched me, hm?” Benjicot pulled her upon his lap as their kiss barely broke apart. She instantly grounded herself on it, earning a low groan from the lord beneath her. “If I did, would you curse me?” she panted out, his lips trailed down to her neck, leaving marks and wet from his lips.

“I would tell you it is no use to bewitch me with your spell when I am already madly with you,” his hands wandered on her back as her soft moans fell out of her soft lips, as sweet as honey for him to taste. “What would your lords think now when they hear rumours of what their fearsome lord Blackwood did to the captured witch?” her voice low as if a whisper. Benjicot let his hands slide up beneath her dress, which he eventually ripped apart, making her yelp in surprise. “I was hoping I could keep that one!” she laughed breathlessly, kissing Benjicot on the corner of his scarred lips. “I’ll give you all of it if you wish. And to answer your question–” Benjicot lifted her up suddenly, carrying her to the tidy-untouched bed before dropping her softly.

“They won’t be hearing rumours of me when I will be making the entire fucking Raventree hearing it by their own ears,” with that his lips crashed hers once again, with passion, with fire, with burning desires, with every bit of a man he was. If a witch she was, then he was ready to be damned. His kisses travelled down to her breasts, where he kissed and sucked on it with all affection, teasing her pretty buds until they perked up. To her stomach, where it fluttered with butterflies insides – and down, down, down until he reached her core. Benjicot planted soft kisses on her skin as he gently spread her legs apart. He looked up at her once before dipping his head into her core as eager as ever.

“Fuck— Benjicot! Please,” and when Benjicot Blackwood thought hearing his name being called out by her was pleasing. Hearing her cry out for his name was like he had gone to heaven and back – back here right between her folds as his tongue worked its way to please her – and gods, how eager was Benjicot to hear more of it.

He devoured her with all his might, licking and sucking it until his breathing became hot. And she thought she was going to run out of breath because of him.

Him. Him. Him.

All she could think of as the pleasure started to build up inside of her. While Benjicot noticed the breathing in her changed, he inserted his index finger inside of her, his tongue teased at her bud. And by how she reacted, he could tell it was a good idea. Her walls clenched around his finger, pulsing and throbbing only for him. Benjicot could not help but groan at the feeling as he could tell she was near her peak.

“Enjoy yourself are you, dear? I could feel it,” he shot his head up briefly to look at her face. Brows frowned, her eyes closed as her pretty voice called out for his name. Begging him to bring her to release, and he obliged just so.

When she came down from her high, she could not think nor say anything. Benjicot then pulled himself up to her face. She could see the glisten of her own wetness coating his lips and chin. The sight was lewd, but neither of them seemed to care as their lips touched. Benjicot pressed himself close to her while her hands started to unbutton his tunic off, leaving his muscled chest bare at her sight. She noticed the scars on his skin. All of it from battles and reminders of his victory as he still breathed above her.

She would save him, if any of it went wrong.

Benjicot took one of her hand and pressed it on the bulge of his breeches. His voice low, dangerous when he whispered in her ears. “Look what you’ve done to me. Could you feel it? My pain, my cock aching for you.” She moaned at the feeling. Benjicot was frustratingly hard above her, and that knowledge fed her with pride. “No, my lord, I could not feel it. You might have to show me then,” her voice matched his and herself matched his nature. Benjicot was sure that the lady beneath him would be the death of him.

Even if he did, only she could save him.

Not wasting any more time, Benjicot unlaced his breeches with help from her. He reached down and grabbed at his cock as he teased her entrance with his angry-red tip. She whined at the sensation, so eager for him as her legs spread wilder on its own, ready to be taken by him and only him. And both of their pleasured-moans matched when he finally entered her.

“Fuck—,” Benjicot groaned, feeling her tight wet cunt throbbing hard around his cock. He gave her a brief moment to adjust to his size. When she gave him a light nod, urging him to move, his pace started soft and slow then eventually hard and fast as he was growing impatient. His dark-lustful eyes watched her face, the way she frowned lightly and eyes almost closed but kept looking at him still. How her cry went high-pitch when he stroked her insides with his every move. With one hand holding her hip, he used the other to hold her face. He wanted to look at her, her witch beauty which possessed his mind.

Grabbing onto his broad shoulder, her nails dug into the skin of his back with overwhelming intensity, leaving trails of red marks down his back. Benjicot moaned at the feeling, pure euphoric rode along the burning pain. He found himself enjoying it more than he should have had. “You’ll be the death of me,” his praise came out as a dark growl in her ears. Rewarding him with the feeling of her sweet cunt clenched around him. “I would rather not be that, lord Benjicot,” she hummed, “They would curse me if so. The entire Riverland will put me at the stake and burn me to the ground— until I’m all but ashes,” her voice low and sweet, music to Benjicot’s ears, he savoured every moment of it.

“If they dare so, I would rise up from death to defend you. I will put all of them to the sword. Sentencing them to meet with the Strangers themselves,” Bloody Ben indeed he was, even death. He worshipped her heartily. He was known as a strong-headed man who bowed to no one. But for her, he was more than ready to give all of his for. Benjicot Blackwood was truly at her mercy.

“Please, Ben..”

His pace quickened as he felt his high approaching. Benjicot could feel hers too, by the way her perfect cunt tightened around him so gracefully and her sweet voice called out for his name. “I want you, Ben, please.” He let his finger reach down to her core and rubbed on the bundle of nerves to help her reach climax. Her eyes glossed in pleasure, her breathing hot and fast. Benjicot kissed her cheek, whispering sweet praises in her eyes as her moans grew louder and her orgasm near.

“That is, my darling girl, come for me— fuck! you feel so good. So perfect for me.”

With a sweet-pleasured cry of his name from her, she finally came. Her cunt wet and tight around his cock, milking him with all its might while he felt his own orgasm hit. Benjicot grunted out her name like prayers on his lips as he spilled himself inside of her. His seed coated her walls until it became too much and leaked down between them.

Benjicot slowly pulled his softened cock out of her and she whined at the loss of contact. Both wished they could stay like that forever. Carefully, Benjicot reached for her ripped nightgown to clean up the mess he left between her legs before throwing it on the floor when finished, and dropped himself beside her.

“Are you alright?” he asked with his arms wrapped around her as she moved closer, their skin covered with a thin layer of sweat as he mindlessly stroked his fingertips on her scalps. “More than ever,” she replied with a pleasing smile on her face before he kissed the crown of her head assuredly. “Happy that you are.” Benjicot felt her soft lips on his shoulder then, her kisses planted all over the scars on his chest and her fingertips gently stroked ones on his back that she could not reach.

“An overnight is no good idea indeed,” Benjicot started, earning a questioning look from the woman in his arms. “So I will let you stay longer than just one. How everlong as you wish,” he flashed her a smile, welcoming under the care of himself. “As I wish, lord Benjicot?” she teased him with a small tucked on the corner of her lips. “How about I then?” Benjicot kissed her, pulling her closer to the warmth of his hold. As they both laid there, comfortable silence surrounded, Benjicot eventually found himself drifting away with her breathing sang him to sleep. But before he was completely out, he could hear her faint voice whisper to him — of what he could not tell.

When morning came, Benjicot found himself alone in the bed. The spot next to him, where his lady once lay, now empty. As he reached for his breeches on the floor he noticed the skin of his own hand. Flawless with no scars as well as those ones on his chest and his back. Though, only fresh red marks which trailed down still remained — a reminder of their once shared intimacy.

[sashi-ya]

𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑩: 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑿 「cuts of freedom: part 4」 soshiro hoshina x f! officer! reader

a/n: ok, ok! since you've been asking for a continuation, here it is! thank you for your support + were you expecting some kind of drama? if so, wait for yet another part then 🙊 tw: mdni! sex explicit scenes. Soshi is a little hurt so he is not going to be as active as usual. more of a romantic chapter. they are on the early stages of a rs so doubts are all over. oral (given). riding. nipple play kinda. wc: 3k // part1: cuts of freedom // part 2: かんぱい！// part 3: stuffed // masterlist

He got hurt. that fight wasn’t easy, and yet he still wanted to keep fighting. “You should go to rest!” Ashiro Taichou scolded him, and he finally complied.

That same day, nobody wanted breakfast. All of you wanted to sleep, rest, pass out on your beds. And maybe too late for lunch everybody started waking up…

Like zombies, you all drag towards the dining room. Those with pain on their limbs, and those who have no visible injuries are all equally hungry.

You sit down next to Kikoru, and while she seems a lot more energetic than you, she is still sleepy. You grab something to eat, scanning the place to find him anywhere.

Despite him having a couple of bad injuries, he only spent a couple of hours at the medical centre. And so, you waited for his happy smile to appear and salute you all.

However, the food is almost completely gone, and he hasn’t appeared yet. The one who does, actually, is your captain, Mina.

“I came to salute and thank you for your hard work, guys. We’ve decided to let you all have a relax day. Keep in mind that if necessary we might need to call you back for duty”

Everybody. Absolutely. Went. Crazily happy.

You could or not ask for your vice-captain, but it would be… suspicious. You don’t want people getting in the way, not because it was forbidden. But because people will talk… and the risk, the secret you both have is exhilarating enough to keep it in between you and him.

Though the mystery of where he was, was discovered some minutes after with a “ping” on your phone…

16:02>VC Hoshina: are you o.o.d already? 16:03>you: yes, how do you know? 16:05>VC Hoshina: who do you think requested Ashiro Taichou for you all to have a day off? let’s have a night in at my place tonight. I’ll make dinner. Be ready at 5, I’ll be outside. 16:05>you:  outside? Together? Are you sure? aren’t you supposed to be resting? 16:06>you: yep, you coming home with me so you can take care of me… 😏

A date? A night in? His place? are we really dating? Are we a… couple?

It is taking you all you got not to show your happy smile -you do anyway-. It feels too good to be real. You wonder how his place might look like? What is he going to cook? Which clothes should you bring?

Ultimately, and exactly 10 minutes prior your set meting point, you are ready. You pick the sexiest underwear you could probably have while living at the base. -sports bra and panties- and little toiletries. Your backpack isn’t heavy, but your stomach is. Despite everything you two have experienced together, the first time you are actually on a date with nobody around will be this.

“Ready?” he asks,  peeking from the windows of his car. Black, exquisite, modern, expensive. What else would you expect?

“Yes ~” you whisper, smiling sexily.

Once you are inside and you have fastened the seat belt on, Soshiro comes closer to your lips. His fingers land on your chin, pulling you ever so softly towards his.

“Don’t give me that look, or I’ll fuck you right here” he whispers, planting a peck soon after.

You gasp silently; strong, funny, handsome, charismatic, and such a player… your heart skips quite some beats, and only the roaring of the car engine is able to break the enchantment you have fallen in.

Of course, the ride ended up pretty fast. Despite Soshiro having his house, the Hoshina family manor, he prefers to rent a very modest -not really, his is disgustingly rich- apartment closer to the base for obvious reasons.

“You’ve been quiet since we left the base. Wanna come back?” he asks, this time as serious as he can be.

“No, I was only intrigued about your lifestyle. Everything around here looks beautiful, Hoshina fuku Taicho” you murmur, following him inside the elevator.

He giggles; and instants later, when the lift doors close, he smirks. Eyes now open, sloppy but sexy, looking at you like a kaiju to subjugate, making you take little steps back against you encounter the mirrored wall behind.

You know how men turn when inside elevators…

“So-shi-ro” he corrects you; even him feels the need to forget for some hours about your jobs.

“so…shi…ro ~” you purr.

His hands end up on the railing behind you, on each side of your hips. His chest, chiselled to perfection, closer to yours. His lips, even closer than before.

“I would very much like to fuck you right here, too. There are cameras. I wouldn’t mind if you want to videotape us, but you are mine… and I don’t want anybody else to see you”

You swallow, once again your legs turned weak. And your brain? Stopped “braining”.

The doors open, and inside the apartment you both go. With wet panties, you try to act as if the last interaction never happened.

“Welcome ~” he sings, taking his boots off.

Inside, of course, everything seems more expensive than a whole year worth of salary, so you try not to touch anything. There aren’t many decorative pieces, but definitely the ones that garnish the walls are various blades shining their metallic glitter with white led lights.

Ahead, a big glass wall let’s your eyes infuse in a dying sun over the city of Tachikawa’s golden hour.

“What a beautiful view” you murmur, taking off your shoes.

“A panoramic view that will sooner or later be destroyed by those bitches…” he sighs, surrounding your waist with his arms from behind.

Soshiro’s chin rests on your shoulder; his aura feels a lot more romantic and calmed. It seems as if he really wanted a chill night with you and not just a lustful chain of sexual desires unleashed.

“Are you feeling ok? Does anything hurt?” you ask, worried. He didn’t seem very hurt while driving but he is strong to ignore any pain.

“Mhh? I think so. Though, that thing… was scary” he is as honest as he can be while turning you around to face him.

His eyes are beautifully tinted in orange, as the light of sunset reflects on them. His hair, purple and black, frame a sweet face. The sound of a feng shui little fountain takes over with infinite drops falling on dancing pieces of bamboo branches.

“Thank you for inviting me over…” you whisper, getting drunk on the handsome features you fell for.

Soshiro smiles softly, placing his forehead on yours. Both close your eyes, enjoying the relaxing atmosphere of a private refugee. For once, maybe for some hours, there is peace in your minds.

“You don’t need to be invited to come here” he whispers back, placing a kiss on your forehead, leaving you speechless… Is this the confirmation he is going for real with you?

Soon, and after a very deep kiss, tinted in love and lust, he tells you to wait for him.

You use such time to enjoy for a little longer those outstanding views of the city, but what you will watch at next will be a lot more worth it to look at…

Dressed in yukata, Soshiro looks a lot more relaxed than before. And you, well… you try not to die to such show off of autochthone beauty scattered in front of you.

“You- wow…” you simply express. “Sorry, the bandages feel more comfortable if I am wearing lose clothes…”

He enjoys your needy eyes scanning him up and down, and soon asks you to follow him to the kitchenette where he prepares a series of very sharp objects to cook with.

“You know why squad 3 was happy at first when I joined?” he asks, taking fresh -very fresh and expensive- salmon out of the fridge.

“Mmm… ‘cause you were funny?” you joke. You know it is probably because of his skills.

He looks at you a little annoyed, but soon brush it off with a silly laugh.

“No! it is because Mina can’t handle knives. So, I, naturally being the great swordsman I am -and also great cook-, I was the one in charge of cutting the ingredients for them”

You giggle; you knew Mina didn’t have such skill… but at that point?

“Then mr. cook swordsman, please delight me with your skills” you purr, bending over the counter isle. Your collar allows the very beginning of your breasts to show, but Soshiro knows very well that he should focus on not cutting himself instead of it.

He scoffs, and precisely begins cutting thin slices of salmon. The way his sharp blade sections that pinkish flesh makes an act that to some might be barbaric, a ravishing image to look at.

Soshiro’s profile shows a tensing mandible, with muscles moving along with concentration and technique. It reminds you to the times you’ve seen him train minus the sweat -not that you were complaining about it, actually-

The way his yukata opens just enough for you to admire his pale flesh, obliges you to bite the insides of your mouth; to cross your legs enough as a natural reflex to satisfy the demands of your femininity.

Once those fine pieces of fish have been cut, they are put to rest to the side. Soshiro proceeds to grab a bowl with freshly cooked rice from the fridge, followed by the ingredients to assemble the nigiri.

He takes a swift look at you from the side; his smirk, makes you shiver. He knows he looks hot while doing this, and he will continue to do so for as long as he wants it to.

The way he cups a little ball of rice into his palm, and how he spreads the spicy wasabi on it, reminds you of how good his hands are when he touches you… so sensual, delicate, precise.

You can’t help but get lost into what he is doing, with a silly in love face, you allow him to continue in complete silence.

And once he is finished with the nigiri, he begins to prepare a sweet sauce that you assume must contain mango.

“Try the sauce”  he offers, with a silver spoon.

You walk around the counter and allow him to feed you the preparation right into your mouth. As sexy as possible, and as delicious as it can be, you enjoy the taste that’s also followed by his lips being pressed on yours. A kiss so sweet with little hints of citric, a kiss that threatens diner to be forgotten.

Soshiro lifts you up on top of the table; leaving the preparations on the side. His yukata opens a little bit more, showing off protruding -so delicious- collar bones, his bare chest and the very beginning of bandages tied around his waist.

You open your legs for him to come closer, but now that you’ve seen the bandages you make sure you are absolutely delicate with your movements.

 He kisses you again and again; he is soft and sweet, and absolutely sensual as well.

“Here” he murmurs, once he is over with your swollen lips and brings one of the pieces of sushi he just created to your mouth. Bare fingers, as traditionally as can be, he feeds you.

Delighted, you enjoy the savoury mix with the sweet sauce.

“So good, Soshiro… you were right, you are a wonderful cook” you murmur, still enjoying the piece in your mouth.

“Told you ~” he giggles, bragging about an undeniable truth.

You giggle too, this time grabbing a piece with your hands and giving it to him right into his mouth.

It might be a different experience for the both of you; a relaxing, mature, romantic and sensual night it…

And when the nigiri are definitely over, and your hunger -for food- satisfied, Soshiro invites you to yet another part of his department; the balcony. Such place is anything but small, but it is definitely cozy. It also communicates right with his room.

“I already told you this, but this view is breath-taking” you purr. “I think so, yes” he whispers, grazing your nape and neck with loving hand and looking right into your eyes.

Your cheeks burn; your stomach gets full of dancing, kaiju sized butterflies.

“I love this side of you…” you mumble, hugging him, placing your head on his chest with utmost care. “You made me feel like doing this” he answers, kissing the crown of your head.

Both enjoy the night views; laughing at an Izumo tecs drone falling down because it encountered a tree in its way. Of course, Soshiro laughs the loudest, and you can’t help but hug him harder as his fangs protrude like if he were a little kitten.

“auch-“ he grimaces. “oh, oh god. I’m so sorry!!” you panic, remembering his waist is covered in bandages. “take me… to… my bed!” he acts as if he was about to die, and you try to supress the laughter.

Soshiro -still acting up- opens the sliding glass doors of his room, and inside you both go.

He pounces into bed, dragging you with him. And despite him definitely knowing that he shouldn’t have done that, he brushes the pain on his belly away.

“You good?” “NO. CURE ME”

Soshiro holds you closer, snuggling with you on a king-sized bed. Finally, comfortable, you two lay together. And still, there isn’t room for anything in between you both.

For quite some time you stay in silence nuzzled into his chest. His perfume, so delicious, gets you drunk in love. His skin, pale and soft, like always, lures you to bite and kiss. His hand, heavy and warm, plays with your hair, slowly.

“I want to make love to you” Soshiro suddenly says, breaking the silence and stopping your heart.

“You…” you whisper, feeling a heat wave taking over your cheeks, nose and ears.

“With no hurries, nor worries” he continues, bringing his hand down your spine and into the small of your back. Soshiro pulls you even closer to him, with your core pressed against the side of his leg.

Your lips meet again, you don’t have to say “yes” to his proposal. You just want it to happen now. And soon, you become undressed in one bit.

However, you don’t want him -yet- to do all the work tonight. And perhaps, as a way of thanking him for this night, you want to pleasure him first.

Standing up without saying much, you crawl in between his legs. Your hands reach for the sash that holds his yukata together, and slowly as he wanted, you untie it.

Soshiro smirks, biting his own lip with sharp fangs.

“Put yourself comfortable; you cooked, now dessert is on me”

He gets, indeed, comfortable as he puts both pillows underneath his nape and his hands are ready to fall upon your head once your mouth begins to work on his sex.

Hard, of course, he waits. Hard, dripping with wet boxers, a damp stain on grey underwear you make bigger licking over it.

Soshiro squirms; your oral is delicious, as his taste is to you. Yet, the fabric isn’t as good as his bare skin. So, you pull from the hem of his boxer briefs, urging him to help you with the wiggling of his hips.

You place a kiss right on the tip, and your hand surrounds his rock-hard shaft. You can tell he is more than sensitive to your lips, as he begins contorting little by little.

But it is not enough pleasure. And deep inside your mouth, you let his sex slide in. Hitting faster your throat, his moans and grunts are a delightful symphony of lust.

“Honey…ugh…” he whines, pulling your head back from your hair, as pleasure seems to be high enough to make him burst.

“What? ~ already cumming?” you ask, kinda giggling and still pumping his dick up and down.

“In fact, yes! Come here, let me fuck you- I- ugh-“ Soshiro says, trying to stand up, soon noticing the wound in his stomach hurts more than what he thought. Perhaps the pain killers have already lost its effect, or it was the fact his muscles tensed and spasmed.

“Calm down, vice-captain… you are convalescent, let me do all the work for you” “It was me who wanted to make love to you” “maybe tomorrow morning…”

You, knowing that even if he is not on top he will make love to you either way, climb on his lap. As you promised, you will be the one doing the work for now.

One of your hands drive his shaft right into your entrance, and for some seconds you remain there, with it barely penetrating you. With both of you already moaning to the feeling. With your inner thighs shaking, ready to crumble and let Soshiro’s sex to go deep inside of you.

Eager. Desperate.

You let your hips flop onto his, allowing his dick to be finally deep, so very deep inside of you. Your hands fall on the backrest, for a better grip before you start riding.

As for Soshiro, he squeezes your butt cheeks, pressing you harder against him. No matter how painful his wound may turn, his body acts on his own. He follows your movements, sync to the rhythm of your ups downs and arounds.

He enjoys the view of your bouncy chest right above his face, making it impossible not to want to bite them. And so, he does. As you ride, he sucks, bites, nibbles on your nipples.

With one hand on the small of your back, and the other grabbing one of your breasts, Soshiro and you sail to ecstasy surely and despite wanting to go slow… none of you could stop your bodies from going at least feral.

So feral your hearts, about to pounce from your chests. So feral, with moaning loudly, with nobody from the squad to hear you whine.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤFeral, feral, feral. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe sound of his phone stops it all. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ��� [Okonogi-chan calling…]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ "Why is she calling, Soshiro?"

[aonungslvr]

he’s…what? II

pairing ; jealous! ao'nung x f!sully! reader

taggings ; 🪽⭐️

summary; you bring ao'nung back to the forest you grew up in, but he's not exactly getting the hang of things.

notes; this was a request but i lost it.. (you know who you are) i literally kicked my feet and giggled when i saw it. in response, of course you can have a part two! hope this is up to par with what you wanted <3

3k words - part one

after you had finally been reunited with your best friend of many years, you two spent a lot of time together. much to ao‘nungs dismay.

you and txäol had daily ikran rides, went hunting, attended clan gatherings, and explored the forest together. you two had done these things for countless years when you had been younger. however, a more than jealous metkayina had began tagging along from afar.

the point that txäol wasn’t interested in you had finally gotten across his mind, but he still didn’t like the fact you had spent all of your time with this boy when you could be hanging out with him.

he was new to the forest and had no clue what he was doing. he tripped over everything, ran from everything, and got mad at everything. all he wanted was his sweet mate to show him around and spend time with him. instead of him, you spent time with your best friend.

ao’nung understood why you were spending time with him, he had been there for you way longer than teal na’vi himself had. but that didn’t mean it made him any less upset.

he would randomly appear at your side, tugging on your arm or tail to ask you to go do something with him instead. you tried to dismiss him and get him to hang out with txäol but he always shut down the idea. that was until you had had enough of him messing around.

you had brought the metkayina and omatikaya boys together in a small area within the forest and began ordering them around.

“i don’t want to hear from either of you until you get it together, get along, and become friends someway, anyway!”

txäol didn’t mind getting to know your mate, in fact he wanted to! but to ao’nung, this was a punch in the gut. get along? with your boy best friend you spend every second with? he’d rather fend off an akula by himself.

for you, he stayed. he stayed standing in the same space after you left, not attempting to make any moves towards talking with txäol. eventually, he had thought of one thing he’d like to say.

“you need to-“

“if you ever raise a finger towards her or even speak to loud, so help me eywa, i will skin you like the fish you are.”

wow.

ao’nung backed up after that.

txäol was dead serious.

they didn’t end up bonding that day.

. . .

“(y/n) why don’t you come back with me to the reef! there’s too many trees here- it’s so hot! and those viperwolf things are terrifying! come on- you like the ocean!”

clearly, your mate wasn’t adapting like you had. it finally clicked in your brain that you and your family had been mentored by the natives of the reef, ao’nung was the only metkayina here and you weren’t teaching him anything.

that had to change.

you started by simply introducing the sea na’vi to the forest. you would tell ao’nung about different plants and animals that surrounded your childhood home and help him become more accustomed to them.

it started by simply showing him random vegetation such as loreyu, and telling him he needed to feel the forest inside of him just as he felt the ocean. eventually you moved forward, introducing him to a kxaylkxa. they were pretty docile animals and your mate didn’t seem to mind them, aside from the comments about how stupid they looked.

“this is seriously an animal-? this thing isn’t just fake-?” ao’nung commented as he tapped the animals head.

“be nice! she is beautiful, you are just mean.”

“come on (y/n) where are the cool animals-! these things just walk around all day, where’s the interesting th- HOLY SHIT.”

your mother was once named palulukan makto, given she rode a palulukan during one of the earlier battles against humans, before you were born. unfortunately, this creature died, but she left behind a baby of her own, who had now grown to adulthood with a keen liking to the sully’s.

“oh him-? he’s just a big baby.” you replied as you gave the palulukan a few pats to the head.

your mate wasn’t moving. either he was too scared to move and startle the, what he would call, beast, or he physically could not.

eventually, the palulukan went on his way, leaving two na’vi behind, one absolutely terrified and one rethinking her choice of bringing her scaredy cat mate home with her.

“(y/n)- i’m seriously starting to think the forest just isn’t for me. eywa knows i was meant to be in the sea for as long as i live.”

“oh come on- don’t talk like that! you’ll get used to it!”

“i seriously doubt it?? i mean- like look at these! stupid floaty things!” he said as he swatted away some sort of white jellyfish looking things.

“wel- ao’nung! no, no, no, kehe! stop that!”

you grabbed his hands and held them down at his sides, preventing him from hitting anymore as you admired the scene you saw before you.

“okay what’s ha-“

“atokirina!”

you watched as the seeds slowly surrounded ao’nung even though he looked like he was one touch away from throwing a fit. you recalled this scene from somewhere in your memories.

your mother told stories, stories of her and your father. when your dad had arrived from the sky people he was about to be killed by your mother before he was surrounded in atokirina, a sign from eywa.

“eywa speaks!” you yipped.

after getting your mate used to the forest and all it has to offer, it was time you started actually training him. he had been around for a few weeks and still couldn’t climb a tree.

given his body physically isn’t built to climb, you took it easy on him for a while, but if you could learn how to swim, he could learn how to climb.

it took hours out of your days but you still helped him learn. ewya knows no one else would’ve done it. besides, you did love him after all.

you had climbed up a pretty easy to climb tree and got to the midpoint within a few seconds before you paused and looked down, waiting for ao’nung to follow.

“come on! just put your feet on a branch and go up!”

“what..”

you weren’t the best teacher. it seemed like such common sense to you, you couldn’t fathom that a na’vi wouldn’t actually be able to climb. you hopped down from your spot perched on a branch and placed your hands on your mate to guide him along.

“like this- you place your first foot here, the the second higher.”

navi were only blue right? yeah well this one was red.

after doing your best to adapt him to climbing (he climbed up and down a tree in only 2 hours 26 minutes), you switched gears to hunting!

you stood behind ao’nung adjusting his arms ever so carefully as he held a bow and arrow in his four fingered hands.

“close your left eye, focus on your target.”

after you were happy with the position of his hands and arms you let go and instructed him to release. it wasn’t even a full second after he fired that you yipped and ducked while pulling the metkayina down with you as the arrow ricocheted the target and came launching back at you two.

“oops..”

so maybe hunting wasn’t his strong suit, next down on the list was bonding with a pa’li. they weren’t hostile animals and should be pretty easy to make tsaheylu with! ao’nung had bonded with an ilu so what was really the difference?

“ok, now gently mount him. slowly.”

you assisted him a tad and got him on the back of the horse-like animal, before instructing him on how to make tsaheylu without getting thrown off like your father first had when he learned your people’s way.

“when you bond, hold on to his neck tightly, but don’t choke him. he’ll want to run and you must stay on his back. just like an ilu!”

the clarification of it being as easy as ilu taming gave ao‘nung little comfort. the metkayina tame their companions as babies, and the bonds aren’t as strict as forest animals.

“just like an ilu..yeah..”

you held the pa’lis kuru steady as ao’nung brought his own down and the nerves intertwined. the animals pupils dilated and he quickly took off, pushing you behind. you tripped on a tree root sticking out but you were okay.

your mate, only seeing you fall to the ground after the animal he was riding kicked into you, was set off and his focus was instantly switched from the pa’li to you. he turned his body around to look at you and in turn fell off the back of his current lesson.

“(y/n)!”

“ao’nung you skxwang! you had it-!”

he got up and jogged to your side, helping you up as his pa’li ran around in circles before coming back and huffing.

“was worried about you- can you blame me?”

you slapped the back of his neck and yipped for the animal to calm down.

“i was fine. it’s just a little dirt. let’s try that again, yeah?”

after a few times (a lot of times) trying to keep ao’nung from falling off the pa’li he was finally able to ride the horse around in a small part of the forest.

over the next few weeks, you had one on one lessons with him teaching him all the things he needed to know to be successful in the forest. plants he needed to stay away from, herbs with medicinal properties, animals he probably shouldn’t approach, how to properly fire an arrow, climbing, and some traditional omatikayan weaving.

as much as he sucked in the beginning, he was a quick learner and managed to adapt in around the time it took you and your siblings too when you entered the sea.

if not now, it was never.

“ao’nung! time for you to get your ikran- come on!”

the majority of his training was all for this small purpose, tame an ikran and try not to die. naturally you hid this fact from him, given he wouldn’t even step a foot next to your ikran. however, whether he liked it or not, if he was going to learn your ways he had to complete this part of the forests rite of passage.

“yeah uh- what?”

“your ikran! your ready, come with me and i’ll take you to the mountains!”

“(y/n), my mate, my lover, my everything, respectfully, fuck no.”

“you’re going ao’nung te lepay tonowari’itan.”

“oh.”

after dragging a whining teen na’vi up the hallelujah mountains into ikran ridden territory, he looked like he was ready!

“see, they aren’t that bad! and taming them doesn’t even kill a lot of na’vi”

“well that sounds go- NA’VI DIE HERE??”

“well yeah obviously, it’s a rite of passage for a reason.”

“eywa please help me.”

“alright! let’s do this!”

you were putting on a cheerful facade to try and make ao’nung more comfortable but you obviously knew the risks. your brother lo’ak had broken a leg when he had first tried taming his ikran, and some na’vi had met worst fates.

you handed your mate a saddle meant for ikran as well as some rope. it’s easier to tame one once your tie their mouth shut, slide on the saddle, mount, and bond. you had explained how some of this worked before when you told the story of when you first got your own ikran, seyä, who was watching from afar.

“when he chooses you, tie his mouth shut with this as you put on the saddle.”

“chooses me?”

“when an ikran locks eyes with you and screeches, it means he has chosen you.”

“yeah, chosen me to kill.”

you slapped the back of his neck before continuing.

“technically yes- but stop with all that! you are ready and you will do just fine. na’vi younger than you do this all the time.”

ao’nung sighed and looked as if he had accepted his death. he held onto the rope you gave him and entered the open area where all the ikran could clearly see him. the animals cocked their heads at him and were probably confused seeing a metkayina here.

one certain ikran, a teal male with some darker blue stripes, took an interest in him and grunted, before releasing a hellish scream. off on the side, you giggled at the ikran that had chosen him, they had the same coloring!

“alright than…you and me.”

ao’nung lunged first, aiming for the ikrans jaw to latch it shut. the animal played defense and offense at the same time and launched the na’vi back on the rocks using his nose. ao’nung got up and was clearly not happy. he had a cut on his elbow he quickly examined before turning and hissing at the monster.

you observed from the side and debated with yourself. if he couldn’t pull it off should you save him? na’vi are supposed to be left alone during this process. when your brother had gotten injured during his ikran taming your father didn’t even want him going back, which caused an argument with your mother. ‘this is our way’ is what she would say. sure it’s your way, but your way is also love and protection. what kind of mate would you be if you sat here and watched your partner die?

you didn’t have any more time to ponder on the thought because ao’nung fought back and had wrapped the rope around the throat of the ikran, sliding it up its neck to get to the mouth. he was tossed around by the flailing of the animals neck, but he held on and slipped the rope around its jaws, tying it off. the creature could no longer nip or bite, leaving its offense limited. the metkayina slid the saddle on and jumped on the back of the ikran as it shook and flapped its wings to kick him off. as ao’nung finally grabbed its kuru, the beast ran towards the edge of the floating mountains and dived off.

“ao’nung!”

you ran to the edge and looked down to try and find where they were, praying you didn’t see the ikran come back up alone.

“oh my eywa, oh my eywa, i killed my mate- i killed him-!”

just as you were about to call your own ikran over and dive down looking for him while planning your own funeral in your head, the teal ikran shot back up, this time, with a na’vi of the same color on its back.

“(y/n)! i did it-!”

“oh my e- thank you great mother- get down here! now!”

ao’nung tried his best to steer his new ikran back towards the mountains and eventually made it, being greeted with the most breathe-sucking hug from you.

“your hurt- come! we have to go to the tsahík.”

“wha- tsahík-? i don’t know- i think i’m fi-“

“now!”

your mate didn’t have the best ideas about meeting another clans tsahík given how his own mother reacted to the sully’s appearing on her beaches.

what he really wasn’t prepared for, was that tsahík being your grandmother.

mo’at spread healing pastes around the wound and wrapped a large leaf around the bend of ao’nungs elbow, almost creating some sort of cast, and sent him on his way.

“you’ll be fine boy, just don’t bend your elbow to much.”

“thank you mormor!”

“yeah, th- MORMOR?? SHES YOUR GRANDMOTHER?”

“yes? i forgot to mention? my mistake!”

the metkayina turned pink and turned to the tsahík, your grandmother, before thanking her profusely and apologizing if he was rude in any way.

you giggled but contained it to yourself. you knew you didn’t tell him, but it made for a funny interaction.

“yes yes, all is well, just go. out of the tent.”

“YES MA’AM.”

“and (y/n)? i hope to see you at the clan gathering tonight.”

ao’nung could’ve broken his other elbow by how fast he made his way out of the healing tent. he waited as far as he could until you came out before rushing over to you and blaming you for not warning him.

“(y/nnnn)!! you didn’t tell me! that was so embarrassing- she probably hates me now!”

“your so dramatic!”

later that day the teen na’vi was caught on his ikran trying to get him to fly back to the reef. (his ikran refused.)

later that night, your clan had a festival. the welcoming back of the former olo'eyktan and toruk makto, 3 tskarems, and the entire sully family, as well as a farewell to the humans.

during all your time home, you had been teaching ao’nung the way of the hunt, and how to succeed in the clan, but not your cultural values.

the omatikayans dance, songs, weaving, and food was all new to him, and he was quickly exposed to it as you brought him to the celebration.

everything was different than how things happened at the reef, but it wasn’t a bad kind of different.

ao’nung watched as you danced with your friends, txäol included, and you smiled, laughed, and sung along to whatever cultural song the singers had chosen to sing that night.

you were happy with the metkayina but it was nothing like this, being reunited with your childhood friends and the rest of your people.

ao’nung, as your mate, picked up on this. he saw your emotions and there was a chance he even felt them himself.

this was your home, and maybe it could be his too.

[comphy-and-cozy]

oh I have a marty thot for sure! I’ve been thinking about riding his thigh while he sits back and just watches, kinda unimpressed at the show and telling you “you can do better than that, can’t you?”

Earn It

Pairing: Matt Martin x sugar baby!reader (f)

Universe: sugar daddy Marty

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Sugar daddy/baby dynamic, lap dance, semi-public/risque sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, mild degradation, creampie, a little bit of cum play (lmao jfc).

Fridays are supposed to be celebratory; the end of the week, welcoming in a few days off to relax and reset. What they’re not supposed to be are stressful, non-stop, chaotic. 

Yet here you are, already thinking about the large glass of wine you’re going to pour yourself when you get home; the only decision you’re planning to make for the rest of the night is red or white. 

Setting your keys into the bowl on the table beside the door, you eye the pristine leather sneakers next to your shoe rack, but make no move to greet the person you already know is waiting on the couch. You knew you’d regret having the extra key made for him, that he’d show up unannounced like a poorly-timed pimple, but it’s not like you really could say no—not when you consider that he all but pays your rent. 

When you round the corner, bag left on the quartz countertop (an upgrade he insisted on when you were signing your new lease), you finally offer him your attention.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he muses, glancing up from where he’s scrolling on his phone. You do your best to mask the shiver that runs down your spine when his eyes lock with yours. Based on the smirk that quirks up on his face, you’d wager a guess that you did a poor job of it.

“Hi, Matty,” you say. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“You need a new dress for the charity gala,” he drawls. 

“I do, do I?”

He ignores your attitude, standing up to walk over to the island and setting the invitation in front of you. You glance it over, admiring the thick, black cardstock and gold foil detailing the casino-themed event taking place at UBS Arena next month.

“Black tie attire,” you hum. “I don’t have anything that’s black-tie appropriate.”

“That’s why you need a new dress.”

“And that’s why you’re here right now, sitting on my couch after a day from hell, full of back-to-back meetings, am I correct?”

Matt smiles again. “Already have a bubble bath going for you, my little brat. I’ll be here tomorrow at 9 to pick you up.”

You feel a little guilty for the sass, smiling bashfully at him as he plants a sweet kiss on your cheekbone on his way to the door. “Lock up behind me, darlin’.”

Goddamn him. Always knowing exactly how to charm you to get you to bend to his every will—but not without giving him the kind of attitude that makes his dick hard. A fair tradeoff, in your opinion.

That’s why you work, why your dynamic makes your relationship feel so smooth and seamless and… perfect. Except the part where he’s paying you to fuck him.

Either way, it’s how you find yourself walking along Fifth Avenue, following Matt as he leads you into stores with price tags that intimidate you so much, your cheeks get hot. He lets you browse on your own, warming you up a bit, picking out a few items for work along with a new Yves Saint Laurent purse.

Purchase after purchase. Item after item. The ease with which Matt whipped out his thick, black credit card—you know, the heavy ones that just feel luxurious—almost physically pains you as you try to do the mental math of what he’d spent today.

Finally, you follow him to the dresswear section of Bergdorf Goodman’s, admiring the ease with which he carries the multiple bags in his large hands. You feel well and truly spoiled, thinking to yourself that the dark green lace set he purchased at Fleur du Mal will come in handy later when it comes time to show your gratitude.

“This dress,” he murmurs against your temple, pressing an affectionate kiss to your skin as the fitting room attendant readies a room for you. “I want everyone there to imagine fucking you out of it.”

At this point, you’re used to his blunt and sometimes crude nature, but that doesn’t stop your skin from heating at his crass words. You can’t deny the warmth that radiates between your legs, though, at the thought of him showing you off, claiming you as his, publicly. And, well, how are you supposed to say no to him buying you a dress that’s worth more than your groceries for the month?

The selection is enormous, and you find yourself overwhelmed by the options—lace, chiffon, silk, crepe—all of it doesn’t mean much to you, so you rely on your stylist to select a few options that complement your body type. Matt sits quietly in the corner of the fitting room, watching you try on dress after dress, making barely any comment other than an occasional hum.

When the stylist leaves you to contemplate your options, you glance over your reflection, at the Alex Perry gown that stares back at you. It’s the first dress that feels right, and you can’t help the feeling of excited anticipation that fills your chest when you think about wearing it beside Matt at the gala. Maybe he’d wear that delicious gray suit that you like, the one you almost stained permanently humping his thigh like a fucking dog in heat.

“Is this the one you want?”

You do a final spin in the mirror, checking the various angles and standing on your toes to imitate your height in heels. It’ll need to be altered a bit, but you’re pleased with the way it fits your body and, more importantly, the way it makes you feel luxurious. With your nod, Matt leans forward and glances at the price tag hanging out of the back. His eyes flick to yours in the mirror, and you stew in discomfort for the few seconds before he’s sitting back, apparently approving of the price.

A wide smile forms on your face, feeling a bit like a child on Christmas morning at your excitement. You like Matt for far more than his wallet, but you can’t deny that it feels nice to be spoiled by him, to feel lavished by his gifts and special treatment. 

“Think it’s time for you to say thank you, don’t you?” 

Matt’s low purr snaps you out of your thoughts, eyes focusing back on the navy silk material that’s hugging your body. The corset bodice keeps you tucked in, accentuating the curve of your breasts, fabric draped across your middle and fastened in place with a large, glittering piece. But the real attention-grabber is the slit on the left side that goes up to your hip, revealing almost your entire leg.

You cast a glance at him in the mirror, a flutter in your chest when you see the way his eyes rake in your reflection. He hums, and though he told you it was your decision, you’re pleased that he likes what he sees.

“Thank you, Matty,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him. You lean forward and press a kiss against his lips, warm and soft—the kind you could fall into with ease. He smiles, crooked and patronizing as he tsks.

“Oh, sweetheart, you know that isn’t good enough. Look at all these bags—all for you. I think I deserve more gratitude than that, hm?”

The hidden meaning of his velvet words are enough to make you shiver, your heart chilling as you realize what he wants. His eyes glitter as he watches you, sees the recognition on your face and the hitch in your throat. 

Your voice is hoarse as you whisper, “Here?”

Matt blinks, lazily, with a raised eyebrow, like he’s challenging to you to deny him. Of course you can’t, and he knows it. He leans back on the bench, his back resting against the wall and his legs spread comfortably. It’s a silent invitation, one you can’t refuse, and you find yourself moving to sit in his lap with a shaky gulp.

His hands weave their way to your hips, warm through the material of your jeans. “Good girl.”

With just the right amount of pressure, he encourages you to move your waist, swaying your hips as your ass brushes against his groin. He’s half hard, the bulge firm against you as you set a rhythm, listening for any other customers entering the dressing rooms nearby. The classy elevator music hums softly through the speakers while the silk covering your ass glides against his slacks in a filthy narrative.

A low hum of approval sounds from Matt’s chest, eyes glued to the way you work your hips. It isn’t long before you’re glancing behind you, meeting his eyes as he regards you with his easy, lazy gaze. Beneath the firm press of your ass, you can feel him hardening as the tick of your heartbeat increases in your throat. His signature smirk slides its way onto his face, smug, soaking in the fact that he’s got you wrapped around his finger, willing to do practically anything he asks you.

It isn’t long before he’s stiff, solid beneath you, and you feel an involuntary throb at the size of him. Every moment, you remain vigilant, ears perked for voices—or worse, the sound of someone’s gasp. It reflects in your movements, not lackluster but certainly not to your usual level of enthusiasm. There’s something about him when he’s like this—cocky confidence rolling off of him in waves, his gaze heating your skin—that drives you desperately, deliciously wild, a feral urge in you snatching control of your conscience.

But not right now. And he knows it.

He hums, displeased, and you have a split moment to register his disappointment before he’s purring, “Sweetheart, I think you can do better than that, can’t you?”

The velvet of his voice strokes the flame inside you, sending a wave of warmth between your thighs. Another throb against the stiffness under your ass. His hands remain at his sides, not offering any assistance. You can practically feel his lazy gaze on your ass, waiting patiently for you to react.

He senses your hesitation, knows the reason you’re timid—waiting for the fitting room attendant to come back at any minute and discover the lewd situation unfolding. So he changes his approach, voice honeyed and silky smooth. “Look at that gorgeous dress. Y’look fucking stunning in it, baby. But you gotta earn it, darlin’.”

You meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror, see the glitter in them that tells you he’s serious, accepting the small nod he gives you. Bracing your hands on his meaty thighs, you resume your movements, pressing yourself into his groin with more force.

Matt’s words echo in your head as you work him—and yourself—into a frenzy. Earn it. He didn’t specify what his… end goal was, but from the glint in his eye you think it’s safe to assume it’s more than just a clothed lap dance in the middle of the dressing room. 

How you ended up half-naked, thong tugged to the side, hands bracing yourself against the wall of the fitting room, you’re not sure; all you really know is the feeling of Matt’s weight behind you, so tall his face is almost out of your view in the mirror’s reflection. He’s not looking at you, instead focused on tapping the head of his erection against your ass.

You bite your lip to stifle a whine, staring at him in the hopes he’ll offer you just a glance so you can beg him silently to please, put it in. Eventually, he does, sees the desperation pooling in your eyes and chuckles smugly, pleased at the rash desire he finds in them.

“Arch it for me, sweet girl.”

Obeying, you press your ass out toward him, thinking you’d break your back right here, right now, if it meant he’d provide you with some relief. His warm palm presses against your spine, encouraging you to go further, and he hums in approval at the view you present him: expensive dress bunched over the swell of your hips, ass out, pussy dripping, eyes wanton and pleading with him in the mirror.

“You want it?” he asks, his voice so low you strain to hear it.

You’re almost embarrassed at how fast you nod, not wanting to waste any time. He smirks again, and you know he’s biting back the urge to tease you, instead just offering, in all its simplicity: “Slut.”

There’s a brief moment where he allows his words to sink in, a flood of arousal seeping out of your bare, uncovered core, threatening to drip onto the faded wood flooring of the dressing room. You’re grateful that he didn’t make you beg—he usually does—but then he’s pressing into you without warning and a loud cry leaves your lips.

Your hand slaps over your mouth to muffle the sound, but he’s already gotten what he wants out of you, a more than obvious admission of the debauchery occurring just inside the fitting room. Instead, he focuses on the warm wetness enveloping his dick, watching the way your cunt sucks him in, greedy.

Despite his reckless attitude, he’s aware of the slap of his hips against your ass, and instead of jackhammering into you the way he wants to, he’s opted for hard, deep, slow thrusts; hard enough to have a soft, involuntary sigh every time he sheaths himself to the hilt inside of you. It’s the opposite of a quickie (even though that’s exactly what this is); instead, he’s diligent, indulging himself in the feeling of your tight walls throbbing around his length. 

All things considered, you’re pleased with the minimal amount of noises sounding from your stall; though your body shivers when you hear the low groan rumble in his chest. With a glance in the mirror, you can see the way he’s watching himself pull out of your cunt, biting his lip at the sight.

Matt offers a light slap of his tip against your lips before he’s jutting his hips forward, subtly, to rub his length against your clit. The sensation makes you shiver, the slickness of his shaft sliding against the tender button, and you feel the shockwaves coursing through you at the movement. 

With his free hand, he gathers your hair in his fist and yanks backward, arching your back until your head is resting against his chest. The sharp pain melds into pleasure, loving the way he knows exactly how to take control over your body to have you dizzy with lust. Hot breath fans over your ear, soft and subtle pants puffing air down your neck. “Fuck yourself on it, baby.”

His warm fingers press into your hips, urging you to move; you do, seeking out that delicious tingle when the fat tip of his cock brushes against your clit, running between your folds. You hear the pleased hum in your ear, quiet, and then the chuckle that follows when he slips into you, a loud gasp leaving your lips.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs with a low groan. “So fucking wet for me, just the way I like it.”

Matt urges you to keep going, biting back another moan at the feeling of him being buried inside you. Your hips roll him in and out of you, and Matt’s hand trails over your ribcage, groping your breast on its way up to finally land at your throat, fingers curling around the base and squeezing. “Makin’ too much noise. Someone’s gonna hear you, and then I won’t get to flood this pretty little cunt with cum, will I?”

Swallowing the urge to whine with need, you shake your head, trying to tell him with your eyes how badly you want that. His lips press softly against the place where your shoulder meets your neck, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror while he angles his hips in search of the spot that’s going to have you dribbling down your legs. He knows he’s reached it by the way your mouth falls open, your brows scrunching in pleasure when the nudge of him against your g-spot has your eyes fluttering shut.

He hums again, and you know he’s pleased—both with himself for reading your body like his favorite book, and with you for being obediently quiet. The hand around your neck tightens while the forceful punch of Matt’s hips grows more intentional, aiming for precision rather than speed.

The smirk in the mirror, flashed in your direction is enough to make you shiver in his arms. “You think you can stay quiet while you come for me? Hmm?”

You’re trapped—can’t nod, can’t speak, barely hanging onto your last shred of control before you’re succumbing to the release that rips through you. Your legs shake, lungs scrambling for breath as the wave crashes over you, hands clutching the wall in search of purchase. Tears prick at the rims of your eyes, blurring your vision. 

Matty’s eyes glitter as he pulls out of you, grinning when he hears the slickness between your legs. 

“Love it when she purrs for me.”

It’s only when you feel hot liquid oozing out of you that you realize he met his climax, too, burying the evidence deep within your core. Your shaky legs clench together in an effort to prevent his cum from seeping down your legs and onto the floor.

Matt’s hands linger on your sides to make sure you’re steady before he’s tugging your panties back in place and swooping the dress back over your hips. He hums at the creamy drips on the inside of your thighs, swiping up to collect it on his finger. You don’t even have to be told to open your mouth, eyes fluttering shut when he presses the salty mixture onto your tongue. He hums when your lips close around the digit, sucking it clean before he releases it with a pop.

His eyes are still dark when he presses the call button on the wall with a crooked grin, and when the attendant knocks gently on the door, he says simply, “We’ll take the dress.”

[kaimxri]

Means To An End

Lucien x Reader (she/her)

Part II Part III Warnings: ooc Azriel Wordcount: 3K A/N: I'm thinking of writing a part two to this depending on the reaction this gets:)

Azriel had been clear on the rules of our ‘relations’. We are not dating; we do not stay the night and we certainly do not discuss our feelings. Although, he has never been discreet about his own emotions. I almost believed my name to be ‘Elain’ with the number of times he moaned out for her during our nights spent together. I tried to bring it up one night, but his sharp glare cut me off before I could finish my questioning remark. I was simply just a body to warm his bed. Not someone with feelings. Of which I had gained for the spymaster.

Azriel would rather spend his time pining for a female who was clearly stringing him along than to look at me. The girl who had clawed her own heart out to make space for him.

When Azriel wasn’t inside me, he was avoiding me. Acting as though my very presence did not exist. Instead, his days were spent pandering to Elain’s every need. She called; he came. They spent time together tending to her garden. He would bring back seeds from distant courts. Even going as far as to breach Spring Court borders to retrieve flower seeds that he said would grow to compliment her eyes.

Her garden bloomed as did his love for her. They were a perfect contradiction, a perfect match. She balanced him out whilst he made her stronger. If it weren’t for Lucien, I am sure the pair would have bonded in some way. But alas the red-haired male stood in his way. At least he held some respect for her intended.

Though I am certain he curses the cauldron for giving what he believes to be his to Lucien.

When the night comes and she eventually brushes off his advances, he would crawl into my bed and pretend as though she felt for him as he did for her. Whilst I would pretend he felt the same for me.

Of course, I never said anything about our situation. If he knew of my feelings for him, he would end our arrangement before I could explain. Or if he already knew he never said anything. Perhaps that made him a bastard. To keep taking advantage of me when he knew I would hurt myself only to pleasure him. And perhaps that made me a fool. But I was in love. I knew his cold exterior was simply a front to keep others from prying too deep, but I couldn’t help but wonder what delights lay under his stone surface.

The little cracks he lets shine through during moments of unbridled joy bring me great happiness. The grins he lets slip when training with Cassian, the sleepy glaze over his eyes during his evening reading or even his little skip he does whilst running down the stairs on good mornings. He truly is the most beautiful male I have seen. And he does not see me.

The inner circle had noticed a developing distance between the spymaster and I but had not commented on it. Perhaps they didn’t know how deep our roots ran, how we spent our evenings only to act as if the other simply never existed. Or maybe they did know of the things we did behind closed doors. If they did, they probably felt some semblance of pity for me as they knew of Azriel’s affections towards Elain. But I didn’t want nor need their pity. I knew where I stood with Azriel, even though I wished I could be held a bit closer to his heart. Whilst the others are embraced in the warmth that is Azriel, I stay planted outside the stone walls of his being.

During the fourth month of this torture I found myself out in the garden in the dark of the night. Memories of that morning had bullied their way into my mind, leaving me restless and heartbroken. Mor had organised an evening out to Rita’s to celebrate having mentally survived our recent trip to Hewn City. I had spent all day preparing myself. Doing my makeup to perfection, braiding my hair in the way Azriel had complimented when we had first met. My dress was everything. The same sapphire blue as that of his siphons, shimmering in the light. The fabric flattered my body making me feel worthy.

I was practically skipping down the stairs of the town house, whistles from Cassian and Nesta reaching my ears making my grin widen more than I thought possible. Once I had reached the hallway, I had given a small twirl. Nesta showered me in compliments whilst Cassian touched the braids in my hair. My giggles died down and my heart skipped when my gaze landed on Azriel. His black shirt and dress pants hugged his frame, showing off the hard work he put into maintaining his body. As my eyes flew across the expansive pains of chest towards his godly face, my heart fell into my stomach. For Azriel had never even looked at me.

I had felt like a gem, until the second eldest Archeron sister appeared.

She glided down the stairs with the elegance of a doe. Everyone’s attention had fallen to her in her baby pink gown that hugged her slight frame. The colour of the dress amplifying the ruby flush crawling up her cheeks. Adoring word after word poured from Azriel’s mouth. Like a cascading waterfall of love, he was hoping for her to swim in the depths of it. Make her feel surrounded by his love and only his love. However, the presence of her yet-to-be mate hovering at her side dragged her from the waters of affection. Leaving her cold and unsure.

Oh, to be her. To have two males waiting for her to simply give a glance in their direction. If only she would choose already to spare them the inevitable heartbreak. Or maybe she would never choose. Simply keeping them both to herself. With tight enough leashes to have them wanting more but never being able to leave when her affections stray too far in the opposite direction. Not being able to take anymore, I winnowed to Rita’s. A half-baked excuse of wanting to get an early start on my night of drinking gaining attention from everyone but the man who unknowingly holds my heart in his hands.

The night droned on, the drinks blurred together. I barely remember dancing with an unknown fae male before a scarred hand is reaching for me in the crowd. Shadow enveloped me as lips fell upon my own. Barely registering the faraway look in Azriel’s eyes, as we fell into my sheets.

Before I knew it, it was over. Azriel had finished and left without a word. The last thing he had said was her name as he reached his peak. I was left in my wet sheets, holding a blanket to my chest. The interaction had sobered me. Moving around my room, blindly picking up my discarded clothing and re-dressing myself. I emerged from my bedroom and ended up on a stone bench of the garden in which Azriel had nursed his love for Elain.

“Why am I doing this?” I had thought out loud. Perhaps I had thought the Gods would answer me, give me advice on how to banish the male from my heart and my head. To give me an antidote to the heartbreak that is unrequited love.

“Why are you doing what?” The Gods had heard my indirect plea. I registered the voice as that of Lucien, Elain’s supposed mate. At least he would know what it feels like to love someone and not have them love you back.

“Funny you should ask Lucien; I don’t believe you of all people would have the answer.”

“Should that offend me? May I ask why I ‘of all people’ wouldn’t know the answer?” He sat next to me on the bench, shoulder to shoulder. I could smell the fae wine on him, but it was clear he was not drunk. Perhaps Elain had brushed him off too and he had left Rita’s early.

“Why do I love someone who does not love me back?” Silence followed. I did not expect him to answer for it was a difficult question. Even outside of a mating bond that has yet to be accepted. Many fae, even mortals, knew nothing of love. How one person can be so completely in love with another that sees them as nothing the same. It’s one of life’s great mysteries. I had felt slightly bad for asking Lucien that question as I knew my situation was nothing like his. At least I had a possible mate in the future for when Azriel inevitably rejects me. His mate however seems to be toying with the bond, leaving him in a grey area of hope and despair. We sat in the silence together for a while, staring at the stars hoping they would give an answer to our woes.

“Hope.” Was all he had said. The word lingered in the silence a while more until he stood and left me with nothing but a kiss on the forehead. I had stayed out not much longer than that. Making the decision to step back from Azriel. He had become a drug and I was addicted.

That night as I slept, I dreamt of my life free of Azriel. Perhaps I would find my mate. I would love him, and he would hopefully love me. We would be married and live our lives together. Maybe we would have a few children and we would get to see them grow into beautiful, intelligent adults. And I would never have to think about Azriel again.

Waking up that next morning I was filled with hope. Spending my day reading by the hearth. Romance novels, of course. Until Azriel walked in through the front door. His face was stoic, and he simply nodded his head towards the stairs. My resolve crumbled, and we ended up in my sheets yet again. I sobbed that night. For me, for my future. Would I ever be over Azriel? Could I truly ever move on? I came to the realisation that night that I could never move on from him if I saw him as often as I already did. I proved to myself today that I wasn’t strong enough to deny him the pleasure he seeks. Realisation washed over me; I need to get away.

It didn’t take me long to decide where I was going to go. The Day Court had always welcomed myself and my friends, Helion being a true friend at times. The court had also been my favourite place to be (besides Velaris) and felt like a second home. The warmth of Day would distract me from the now cold shadows that linger in the night, haunting my heart.

My bags were packed by the afternoon, but I wanted to wait until the next morning to leave. I was not brave enough to tell the others I was leaving so instead I was leaving a simple note. Not mentioning my deep feelings for Azriel, only a brief explanation that I was feeling overwhelmed and needed to deal with my emotions alone. That I needed space from them all and that I may not be returning. Leaving them all behind was going to be devastating but I needed to do this before I destroyed myself.

Midway through writing the note I was interrupted by a knocking at the door. Panicked that it was Azriel coming over to yet again take out his frustrations on me, I threw the papers to the side. Forgetting about my suitcases that remain leaned against my desk, ready for me to grab and leave when the morning comes.

“Come in” My voice was strained from hours of not using it. Cursing myself for sounding weak. As the door creaked open, it was not Azriel on the other side but Lucien. I silently thanked the Gods that it was not the male who was ruining me coming to seek me out.

“I had hoped to catch you before you went down for dinner. I wish to discuss our conversation from the night before last.” His posture was hunched, and his hands were wrung together. My concern for my friend grew and I ushered him inside and to my bed. We sat together for a while as I waited for him to unleash the thoughts swimming around his head.

“I too ask myself the same question you do. Why do I do this to myself? Why do I hurt myself wanting Elain when all she does is push me away?” My heart broke alongside his. He had leant his elbows against his knees and dropped his head. He looked so small. Lucien had never looked small before. Even when Elain started to initially show feelings towards Azriel, he always held strong. I had always admire him for his strength in the face of true pain.

“Well, it’s like you said Luc. Hope.” He scoffs.

“Do not make me laugh Y/N. We all know that if it weren’t for the bond, she would have rejected me and accepted the shadow singers advances by now. I am simply here because she pities me and does not wish to hurt me by rejecting the bond. I just wish she would get it over with so I can stop clinging onto this so-called hope.” His words had cut through me. As much as I had hated to admit it, he was right. If the bond had not happened Elain would be with Azriel by now. I would be free of him. None of this would ever have happened. When my eyes fall upon my friend again, I feel tears forming in my eyes. He had been through so much and out of all of my friends I believed he was the one who deserved true love the most. He does not deserve to be dragged along by this bond and a hopeless female.

“Well, why don’t you reject the bond?” His head shot up. Almost in shock that I had the audacity to suggest he destroy his one chance of having a soul twined mate.

“Are you insane, Y/N? Why would I do such a thing.”

“Well, it’s like you said. She does not want to hurt you by rejecting the bond. So, why don’t you do it? At least it would be on your terms as your idea and your choice to do so. To hell with her I say. She has strung yourself and Azriel along for a long time now and it is unfair to the both of you.” Lucien rolls his eyes at the mention of Azriel, almost as if simply just his name is enough to cause irritation to surge through his body.

“Are you saying this because you believe I should do this for myself, or because it would help out the shadow singer? I am not stupid Y/N I know of your affections for him.” His accusations make me almost enraged. If he wasn’t a heartbroken male on the verge of possibly having a rejected mating bond, I would have let loose and let him know exactly what I thought. Of how ridiculous that accusation is. Why would I want to push the man I love into the arms of another? Why would I want to remove the one blockade keeping him away from the one his heart desires? I do not want to do that.

“I am suggesting that for you, Lucien. You are my friend, and it pains me to see you go through this every day. Yes, I have love for Azriel, but does it not occur to you that this would be pushing him to Elain rather than to me? Do you think that is what I want? No. But I want to see you happy. You deserve it more than anyone I know and seeing you like this… Well, honestly my friend it is disheartening to say the least.”

We sit in another silence, as expected. Rejecting a bond is a big thing. Not a choice that you can come back from. If he were to do this, he would never have a chance with Elain again. Especially not with Azriel sitting and waiting for her to turn to him and tell him all he’s been waiting to hear. On the other hand, if he did this it would give him an opportunity to find a love of his own. One that has not been chosen for him by fate itself.

“If-if I did this. If I rejected the bond, what would I do then? I would have nowhere to go. I left Spring Court to be here with Elain. I’m not sure I’ll be welcomed back there. I’m only in Night Court for Elain and once the bond is rejected, I will not be welcome here either. Especially if I reject the bond. Could you imagine? She’s so frail still, I would be chased out of here and banished before I can even say the word ‘reject’.”

“Lucien… Just come with me. I am leaving tomorrow to go to the Day Court. I cannot be here anymore wallowing in these feelings as all I am doing is hurting myself day in and day out. We can leave and start fresh. Forget about the both of them. I know this is extreme, but gods I cannot do this anymore. ” His eyes lock with mine once more, moving back and forth almost as if he is trying to read me. I notice his gaze falling behind my shoulder to my packed bags leaning against my desk.

“Gods, I am so sorry Y/N. I’m such a selfish male I did not even notice those. You are truly leaving? Why did you not say anything?”

“Because I only decided to leave today. I am tired of being means to forget. I leave tomorrow morning, you are welcome to come with me.” He thinks for a few minutes, before slowly nodding his head at me.

“Okay. I will join you, Y/N. I will reject the bond and we will leave. Together.”

[iamsherlocked1479]

Coffee

Doctor Strange x fem reader

DeScription: A morning where only you get to finish before Stephen heads off to work? well thats just unfair.

Warnings: semi/kind off in public, risk of being caught, oral male and female recieving, masturbation.

Word Count: 3K

Mornings in the sanctum where probably your favourite part of the day, you loved waking up with the city, the sound of cars and passerbys drifting into your window along with the sunlight where it would illuminate the man laying next to you, you would yawn and rest your head on his chest and fall back to sleep until his alarm woke you up.

Stephen woke up first, as usual, he looked down, and like always there you were, sleeping soundly with your arm draped over his chest. But a recent development was the ring on  your finger, after five long years he’d finally realised you were putting up with him for life, he had planned it for years and after wong eagerly agreed to watch the sanctum while he took you away for the weekend he finally knelt on one knee and asked you. It always made him laugh when he thought of that night, how you had said yes before he could even complete the sentence, how you spent the rest of the evening admiring the ring and what he enjoyed reminiscing on the most was how he fucked you that night. Slowly and delicately drawing out each orgasm repeatedly kissing you every time you tried to return the favour to him allowing him to make you cry out his name more and more, that sent a twitch to his cock every time he thought about it.

“Stephen?” You finally stirred muttering his name as you came around

“Good morning” he said with a smile, kissing your forehead.

“What time is it?” you asked sitting up with him

“It’s 7am.” he replied, materialising coffee out of nowhere. Before he met you Stephen wouldn't need to get up until around 8am as it didn't take him long to get ready, but now he had you, well that left his options more open in the mornings.

“I bought you a coffee machine for no reason.” you rolled your eyes and sipping the coffee without acknowledging how good it was

“It's in my office.” he replied with a dumb smile

“You're expecting me to believe that when you’re not irritating wong, you'd walk the three steps from your desk to the machine?” you rolled your eyes with a laugh

“I don’t irritate Wong, people love my company?” he said seriously and you just stared at him “you do.” he added

“That's different.” you argued back

“Are you just using me for my body?! How could you?” he jokingly gasps

“If I remember correctly you came onto me.” your replied

“I have, many times.” he added with that same stupid dumb smirk

“Shut up.” you put your mug down and straddle him

“That's my phrase.” he replied flipping you both so that he caged you under him as he planted kisses on your neck

“Stephen,” you laugh, “you have to get ready for work, and so do i.” you say making no effort to stop him

“I am” he says as his kisses move down to your nipple and sucking on it while his hand works on the other.

“You know” you interrupt yourself with a moan “I have to get up too” you say snaking your hand through his hair encouraging him

“Then I'll make this quick.” he said, trailing kisses lower and removing your panties with a click of his fingers. He smiled as you whimpered when he ran two fingers through your wet folds gathering the slick around your clit. He drew circles around it and held your thighs apart as he placed his head between them and swapped out his fingers for his tongue. He licked small stripe from your entrance to your clit before switch to just fucking you with his tongue moaning with you, the vibrations of his deep voice only adding to the pleasure

“Steph- fuck, yes, fuck.” you cried out, your hands lifting over your head and clamping around your pillows as you tried to contain yourself. The room now switched from the soft morning noise to the sound of him sucking and you moaning, thankgod you two were the only ones in the sanctum. 

You felt an all too familiar sensation  building in the pit of your stomach as waves of it began to make its way down to you twitching clit, which Stephens nose was now histting as he thrusted his tongue into your dripping hole. Your eyes widened as even with his tongue he was able to draw out pornographic sounds from you. He switched again, circling your clit with his tongue and repeatedly sliding his middle and ring finger in and out of you curling at just the right spot to drag along your walls. His skill sent shivers down your spine right through your nervous system right back to your clit which began to pulse.

“Fuck you gonna come for me sweatheart?” he said taking a moment to look at the way you grabbed at anything to keep yourself fixated on his touch before diving right back in flicking his tongue against your clit.

“Oh- oh fuck Stephen” his arms held your thighs apart as they clamped with your orgasm, it was long coming in waves each time he licked a stipe on you aching pussy.

“Now that's the breakfast I’m happy to wake up for”  He grinned and kissed your clit one more time as he watched you come down from your high. You were speechless head in between the two pillows, your chest rising and falling with every deep breath you took.

“Fuck” you breathed out sitting up on your elbows watching as he got up from his bed casually licking his fingers like they where covered in honey. You crawled towards the edge of the bed and tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Sorry sweetheart, you’ll have to wait, i gotta get to Kamar Taj,” he said as he walked in the bathroom to take a shower. 

You sat there defeated on the bed, you really loved him, most men would’ve jumped straight at the offer to sort out their hard on, but he really was just in it for pleasing you, and it fucking sucked, he didn’t understand he that you got off on him getting off on you. 

You pouted as he came out the shower dressed in his robes with his cape sitting comfortably on his shoulders.

“Aww don’t miss my cock too much, you’ll get it when I'm home.” he lifted your chin with his finger and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. Before opening a portal and disappearing.

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Once he reached the sanctum Stephen let out a large sigh, his hard on just wouldn’t go away but he took his work very seriously, so now as he sat at his desk concentrating way to hard on a book about some relic he didn’t care about his eyes flickered to that dam coffee machine you bought him and instantly thought of you.

 And just a simple thought was enough, an uncomfortable twitch brought his cock to life and he couldn’t help but palm himself through his robes. He couldn’t help flicking his finger ensuring his door was locked before prying out his cock blushing as precum dripped eagerly from his tip over a mere thought of having you in his hands, just like he was some dumb horny teen. He closed his eyes with a sigh as he finally began to relieve himself, stroking slowly as he thought of how you had tasted this morning, or how the night before you had ridden him so well. He thought of palming your tits and nibbling on your nipples before laying you down and fucking every last orgasm out of you. His hand began stroking up his length even quicker as he thought of how you’d beg nim to go deeper muffling your moans with his pillow on the off chance that wong was in the sanctum. And right as he imagined you coming he came into his hand, grunting as he watch the white liquid seep between the gaps of his fingers. He cleaned the mess up with a snap of his fingers and continued his day as normal, like he hadn't just jerked himself off at the mere glance of a coffee machine, the mind is always a strange thing.

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It was lunch time when you had finished your chores, you had taken time off from work to relax but found yourself bored within the first two hours of every day, you could try to clean the sanctum but with all these ancient relics and herbs it was probably best to avoid that. You thought about visiting Stephen but in reality you had no way to get to him, he’s yet to teach you how to open a portal. So you wandered the halls, trying to read the books in the library before eventually settling into stephens arm chair to endlessly scroll tik tok getting dragged into the recent curiosity of a new hero the internet had dubbed “Night Light” not the best of names but you never really where one for naming heroes.

After an hour or so you couldn’t help but think about how Stephen had left this morning, wondering if he had managed to hide his very obvious hard-on he left with. Your core clenched at the very thought of him in that way, your thoughts were interrupted by Wong who opened a portal into the library.

“Hey wong.” you smiled “searching for a book?”

“Yes, on astral projection, I don’t suppose you’ve seen it?” he said, climbing onto a step ladder.

“Uh, no.” You looked at the golden portal which remained open and you could see the familiar halls of kamar-taj, you could feel a pool of wetness forming in  your panties at the thought that Stephen was there, p[ossibly still with that hard on. “Whats stephen doing?” you ask nonchalantly

“In his office I believe.” Wong replied, you quirked your eyebrow and tentatively stepped through the open portal leading to the courtyard of Kamartaj where you followed the only route you knew to Stephen's office.

Stephen was reading when you knocked on his door, he jumped slightly as if whoever knocked on his door knew what he had done, he began thinking of excuses like some caught teenager until he sighed in relief when you opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” he said with a smile, as you closed the door behind you, locking it and wandered to the front of his desk

“Well I was bored.” you sighed as he came round to hug you

“You? Bored?” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist

“Yeah, I'm regretting taking so long off work.”

“A week is too much?” he laughed

“Well you were supposed to be off too.” you added with a kiss gto his cheek

“Ouch” he laughed, “so what do you think I could possibly offer you here?”

“Hmmm” you played with the clasp holding his cloak onto his shoulders while you playfully looked around the room. “Well, if I remember the events of this morning correctly, I owe you something.” You say giving him puppy dog eyes. 

“I told you it was fine.” He chuckled tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

“But not for me” you lean in and press kisses against his neck.

“Honey, not in my office.” He groaned as your lips glided to his pulse point.

“Why not?” You smiled and unclipped his cloak which swiftly flew out the window.

“What if someone were to walk in?” He chuckled

“I locked the door.” You started dropping to your knees and tieing up your hair, before moving your hands to his belt.

“Sweetheart-“ he cut himself off with a soft moan as you palmed his half hard cock through his trousers.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock all morning.” You bit your lip as you pulled down his underwear and trousers exposing him. You jerked him a few times before licking his tip and tasting the salty precum dripping from him.

“Fuck.” He moaned as his gently placed his hand on the back of your hand while resting the other on his desk. He watched as you sunk your head down, swallowing his length slowly, before swiftly pulling up and releasing him with a pop. You kept eye contact as you did this again and again picking up you pace each time until his fingers laced through your hair and messing it up while he tried his best not to fuck your mouth. He groaned loudly, his head falling backwards as you removed him from your mouth and jerked him as you sucked on his balls. “Always know how to treat me sweetheart” he sighed.

You hummed in agreement as you puth the head of his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around it, drinking up every ounce of precum, he moaned and pulled your head away and lifted your chin.

“Let me fuck that pussy.” He said lifting you up and swiping the books off his desk, sending them tumbling to the floor. His mouth crashed with yours as his hand slipped up your thigh and pushed your panties to the side where he sunk his fingers into the warm mess waiting for me.

“Fuck, you’re soaked, i want another taste before i ruin it.” He whispered and dropped to his knees and parted his legs “we won't be needing these now will we?” He said tossing your panties somewhere across the room.

He knelt between your legs and dipped his head under your skirt, you felt his tongue flick up your folds and circle your clit before he latched onto it and began to suckle. His hands gripped your thighs firmly allowing him to keep them apart while he feasted on you.

“Shit steph-“ you winced in overstimulation as he added three fingers to the mix, curling them as he pushed them further. He groaned and grumbled every time your body twitched and hips jerked. He wasn’t stopping until you came, no matter how much we wanted to fuck you. You dug your nails into the oak of his desk looking up to the ceiling as you begin to see stars before being lifted into another dimension drenching his office floor. 

“Easy sweetheart, can’t have you dripping through the floors can we?” He chuckled, drinking up the remaining juices from your cunt before standing up to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue as you pushed your hips forward allowing him to run his tip through your slit, he stopped at your hole and eased himself in, groaning as he finally found the sensation he’d been craving all morning.

He pushed into you slowly and steadily, you buried your head in the crook of his neck moaning at the unbearably slow pace he was going at.

“Please Stephen, want more.” You begged and he smiled

“You want it bad don’t you? You don't care where we are?” He smiled and griped your arse bunching up your shirt as he pulled himself deeper into you, the legs of his desk squealed across the floor as his motions caused it to slide back slightly. 

He was fucking you hard and desperately, you squinted as you felt him hitting that spot deep inside you, feeling as the curve of his cock scraped along your walls just perfectly. Causing another orgasm to build up. Your girl tightened around his biceps and he sucked on your neck in response making sure to leave a purple mark.

“You're gonna come sweetheart, give me another one.” He purred, snaking a hand up your top to play with a nipple.

You did as he asked and clenched your legs around his waist as your body released a wave of pleasure that slowly made its way through each and every nerve ending in your body.

“Stephen!” You cried out your body slumping into his, he had you now, you let him do whatever be needed to chase his own release and he did. He stood you up and spun you round and entered your cunt from behind. He pushed down on your mid back as he rutted into you, groaning and cursing every time you clenched. Your mind was blank, all you could focus on was the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of you, the perfect fit.

“Fuck, this cunt was made for me. I can’t belive i left you without filling it this morning, fuck sweetheart.” he gave your rear a firm slap while pinching the fat. “Wanna feel me cum in you?” he asked, speeding up, his cock began to twitch with your words.

“Yes” you crowd out

“Wanna hear it darling.” he said through stuttered moans

“Fuck yes stephen, want you to cum in me, wanna see how deep you can get it, fuck.” you moaned gripping the edge of the desk as he spilled himself into you, you could feel the pulsing of his cock as he groaned letting his body drop onto yours as he kissed your back.

“There, now I can start my day,” he said breathlessly. He lifted himself up your skin sticking to his slightly with sweat and pulled himself from you smiling as he watched his work drip from you. He snapped his fingers and the room was back to normal, and your clothes fitting you neatly. He walked over to you and planted a soft kiss on your lips.

“Uh stephen?” you broke the silence

“Yes?” he smiled innocently.

“You didn't give me my underwear.” you rolled your eyes as he dangled them in front of you.

“I much prefer you without, besides can't I have something to remind me of my finances visit?” he smiled as he put the scrunched underwear in his desk drawer.

“You know I have a draw full of them at home right?” you sat on the edge of his desk and watched as he walked to the otherside of the room

“So you won’t miss those” He walked over to the silver coffee machine in the corner of the room “cappuccino?” he pulled that dumb smirk that made you fall in love with him

“So you do use it” you laughed

“occasionally.”

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A/N: okay so technically im still calling it valentines day, its only 5 minutes late (Bite me) writing has been slow for me lately and im not really complaing because I'm really happy with this one. <3

If theres typos im so sorry

[aller-geez]

Blood Isn’t Always Thicker

written & illustrated by: allergeez 🖤

Hello yes this is my first Svelex fic, so hopefully I wrote them to @thekinkyleopard ‘s vision! A little bit over 8k words, lore heavy allergy snz Sven. Just a warning, there’s no snz until around 3K words, but I swear he makes up for it! Strong Language, snz obviously, allergies, family drama, etc.

Sven's gentle, purr-like laughter rumbled through the spare bedroom, the walls now adorned with posters of his favorite games and technology. The badger and himself had spent countless hours renovating the room, transforming it into a cozy "game room" where the Cheshire could stream to his heart's content.

“Alright guys, it is getting late here… I think I’m gonna end this stream for tonight and go bother Elex to go pick up some Taco Truck.. I’m starving!” The cat laughed again, a warm, charismatic sound that was accompanied by a slightly toothy grin as he placed the PlayStation controller onto the desk sitting in front of him, which was lit up with bright orange LED lights underneath it.

The choir of friendly insults that were thrown in the cats direction from others in the stream made him grin even wider, a wholehearted laugh rumbling from his lips.

“Hey! Shut the fuck up!” Sven adjusted himself in his— admittedly a little too expensive —gaming chair with a wave of his hand towards the camera, planting his feet firmly on the hardwood floor so the chair didn’t start to roll away.

“I told you, I’ll start streaming Red Dead Redemption 2 tomorrow! You’ll just have to wait…” The feline snickered, lifting his hands to adjust the custom headset sitting on his head, cleverly tucked away behind his thick teal fringe. Elex had surprised Sven with a custom headset that allowed him to wear it while his cat ears were still out, and it had been such a confidence boost for the Cheshire, although he wouldn’t admit it if you asked him.

“You could try sleeping, yknow…. Isn’t it like 4 am there? Don’t you have work in the morning?” Sven asked toward the camera, obviously getting another snarky reply that caused the cat to shake his head with another wide grin. “Well that’s on you, man. Personally, I’m gonna con the badger out of a super burrito so—“

A sharp, distinct cough from the doorway behind him ripped Sven from his playful banter to see the annoyed scowl on his boyfriend’s otherwise beautiful face.

The feline flashed the green haired man a sheepish smile before hurriedly facing the camera again, moving the cursor to hover over the ‘end stream’ button. “Okay, gotta go! Join tomorrow for some Red Dead, I promise~” Sven winked at the camera with a small wave, before ending the stream and quickly snatching off his headset.

“……how much of that did you hear?” The feline’s orange ears flattened to his head as he looked over at Elex again.

The badger had his muscular arms crossed over his chest with an increasingly disapproving scowl tugging down on the corners of his mouth around the sharp canines that jutted out from his lips just slightly.

“Enough……” The man stood silent in the doorway a second, and a tinge of anxiety flooded the cat’s chest. After an uncomfortably long few moments, finally the badger snorted a laugh, unfolding his arms from his chest and burying his hands into the pockets of his torn jeans. “okay but let’s get one thing straight, you aren’t CONNING a badger out of a super burrito, okay? I’ll go pick ‘em up, but that’s because you’re gonna be paying for both of us, AND calling in the order, alright, you little shit?”

The corners of Sven’s mouth instantly pulled up into a coy grin, and he raised his palms in front of him in defense. “Alright, alright, I suppose that’s fair~” The cat purred another laugh with a quick flick of his large orange tail, dropping his gaze to locate his cell phone among the massive amount of electronics around him.

“Call it in, I’ll go pick it up right now. I still have your card from earlier and I’ll use it to pay. You know what I like… and I swear to fucking god if they fuck it up again I’m going to swing on someone…” Elex tossed over his shoulder as Sven fumbled to unlock his phone.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call it in. Be safe!” He replied rather quickly as his boyfriend closed the front door behind him. When the feline finally got his phone unlocked, the notification of a new text message from an unsaved number instantly caught his attention. As quickly as he could, the cat opened it, his slitted eyes widening as he read the full message.

??? — Hello Sven, I hope this message finds you well… This is your Father. I know you’ve tried to keep this number from me, and I’ve been told that trying to contact you was a bad idea but I couldn’t help but try.

??? — I was wrong about you, Sven. I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel alienated from the family. That was never my intention. But honestly, everything I want to say to you couldn’t be fully conveyed to you through a text message…

??? — That’s why I want to invite you to dinner at the house on Saturday, if you’d be willing to come. You may read these texts and laugh and not even reply and I’d understand if that was your choice. But if you would be willing to hear me out and hopefully at least be on speaking terms, I would love to hear back from you.

Sven's heart raced as he struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. How had his father gotten his new number? He had made it very clear that he didn't want any contact with him...but then why did the message say "I was wrong"? Sven squinted at the words, his eyesight possibly failing him once again. But there it was, unmistakable. His mind swirled with conflicting emotions as he tried to make sense of the unexpected message. Was this a trap? Or was his father truly admitting fault? Sven didn't know what to believe anymore, and it terrified him.

The text took him so off guard that he had to lock his phone again and place it facedown on his lap, his orange slitted eyes drifting off as his thoughts raced through his head.

What was he going to do? Would he really be able to go back to /that/ place and eat a whole meal while being face to face with his dad and be patronized for god knows how long, just to MAYBE get a half assed apology from the man?

However desperately the cat wanted to gain a shred of acknowledgement from his father after he became invisible behind Draeko’s shadow, he had no idea if his psyche could handle the man that made him run as far away from the circus as possible and get a place in secret with Elex in the first place.

Suddenly, his phone that still lay face down on his lap began to vibrate wildly, jerking Sven from his thoughts and back to reality.

Lifting the phone to his face, Elex’s contact photo plastered itself across his screen, which made the feline curse under his breath, preparing himself for an angry badger on the other end when he answered.

A dull clawed finger answered the call, lifting the phone a good foot out from his ear, and before Sven could even say “Hello.”, Elex’s angry voice poured through the phone, causing the cat’s ears to fold flat on his head sheepishly.

“SVEN WHAT THE FUCK? DID YOU NOT CALL IN THE ORDER? CAUSE ITS GONNA BE A PROBLEM IF THIS FUCKING DICK IS LYING TO ME RIGHT NOW…”

“Lex! Sorry, sorry! I got distracted and forgot to call, my bad!” The feline cried out frantically, and the frustrated grit of the badgers teeth was audible through the phone, making Sven want to be as small as possible.

“There better be a good fucking reason, Sven..” Elex mumbled, and the sound of a car door slamming shut could be heard on the other end as the badger got back out of his car.

“There is, I promise I’ll tell you when you get here— you won’t fucking believe this shit…” Sven snorted, trying his best to sound nonchalant and mask the fact that he was honestly scared shitless over the entire situation.

— but Elex could sense something was off by the tone of his boyfriends voice, and decided to let up on the cat. Whatever the distraction was, it was clearly heavy and weighing on him.

“Just — fuckin’ A, you’re annoying..” Elex sighed dramatically, seemingly put out that he had to place the order himself.

“You love me~” Sven replied with that same faux nonchalance, making Elex silently cringe.

“Yeah, yeah.” Click — the line went dead.

Sven hung his head low, swiping up his phone and hiding it under the couch cushion as if that would make the situation any better. The silence of the house was almost deafening as he thought about how to tell the badger about the texts...

He needed to clean something. Anything.

A loud sigh escaped him as he got up from the couch, making his way to the kitchen. In all honesty, the kitchen was already almost spotless, but there was plenty of stuff that could use a wipe down. His heart raced anxiously as he grabbed a dishtowel and started on the counters.

Tap, splash, scrub, tap, splash. The sounds echoed through the otherwise quiet house as he went about cleaning up any and all messes he could find. The sink faucet squeaked with every turn of the handle, the dish soap smelled strongly of lemon, and the warmth of it against his palms felt comforting.

The humming of Elex's car in the driveway snapped him out of his thoughts once again, reminding him that the badger would be home soon. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought of seeing his face when he walked in, and having to open up to his boyfriend on that level... Being vulnerable was kind of a hit or miss with the green haired man.

He quickly rinsed off the sponge and threw it into the sink before taking a moment to straighten up around him; even standing on his tiptoes to wipe down the very top of the fridge.

Suddenly, the front door flung open, and Elex came charging through with both of his hands full of large styrofoam cups full of soda, and a white plastic bag full of various foods hanging from his arm, an annoyed scowl across his face. Although, instantly upon making eye contact with Sven, seeing the stress weighing heavy on his features and the wad of paper towels he used to wipe down the fridge clutched tightly in his hand, the badger gave a knowing sigh as he slammed the door behind him with his foot.

“I’m so sorry, Lex, I didn’t mean to—“ Sven started to explain himself but was quickly cut off as Elex set down the drinks and the bag of food on the counter in front of him with a loud thump.

“Nah, I don’t care about that shit. What I do care about is what the fuck distracted you so much. You’re obviously stress cleaning, so it has to be something.” Elex quickly snatched the paper towels from Sven’s hand, throwing them in the trash. “Now spill it before the food gets cold.” He demanded, eliciting a cautious breath from the feline, his bright orange eyes locked on the floor.

Well, here goes nothing…

“Well… you know how I got my number changed so my dad didn’t have it anymore, when I moved, right?” Sven asked quietly, pulling on a loose string on his jeans as he spoke.

“Err… yeah? Of course. It was a pretty fuckin big ordeal if you remember….” The badger replied, one eyebrow cocked with a puzzled look on his face.

“Well…” the Cheshire swallowed before continuing. “I got a text from him…. A few actually..”

“Oh, this aught to be good… what the fuck did that prick have to say?” Elex scoffed bluntly, leaning his back against the wall with a snort.

The cat’s heart was pounding in his chest as he spoke, "He invited me to dinner. Saturday evening, at his house," Sven mumbled, looking down at his feet. He took a deep breath before continuing, "I know I shouldn't go... but it's been so long since we've spoken... and I just want to see him... and maybe make things right..." He trailed off, biting his lower lip as his ears flattened against his head.

Elex rolled his dual colored eyes, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Fuckin A, Sven. You're an adult now, you don't have to go crawling back to that asshole just because you feel bad. It's not like he'll actually apologize or anything," he scoffed again. The badger shook his head, disgusted with the idea of Sven even considering going through with this. "You know what he put you through."

"But it's not just that," Sven mumbled, looking up at Elex with pleading eyes. "I miss him... I miss— the circus, a bit…"

Elex huffed, leaning against the counter. "Well then," he started, "honestly, it sounds like you already made up your mind… But I don’t think it’s a good idea at all.”

Sven’s shoulders slumped in disappointment, although he knew from the beginning that Elex wouldn’t support him going either way.

“I mean, I haven’t replied to him yet, but… after really thinking about it… I can handle just one dinner on the very slim chance it’s not bullshit this time... And if he starts being his same ol self, I’ll just leave.” The feline shrugged, trying to put up the same faux nonchalant facade that he had tried earlier on the phone.

“I mean whatever, Sven. But don’t fucking hold your breath for that fucker to suddenly stop being an asshat to you out of no where. It’s been 26 years and he hasn’t gotten it together.” Elex shook his head with a sigh as he pulled a travel sized bottle of hand sanitizer from his pockets and squirted a small amount onto his palm before holding it out to Sven, who offered his hand. “You’re just going to get fucked over like always and he’s going to treat you like you wear a fucking helmet or some shit, and it’s going to be a disaster like it always fucking is.”

The cat’s tail twitched in annoyance at his boyfriend’s negativity, but he didn’t push the issue any further to avoid any arguments; instead he simply rubbed his palms together to sanitize his hands before silently removing his burrito from the bag on the counter.

“Thanks for this by the way.” He gestured to Elex with his unwrapped burrito before taking a large bite, to which the badger simply nodded as he removed his own food from the bag. “You’re fucking lucky I’m feeling generous today. Don’t let it happen again though.” The green haired man snorted, shaking his head back and forth as he sipped on the straw to his beverage.

As the two sat and munched silently on their food, Sven quickly typed out a reply to his father.

Sven - Hey, Dad. I just got your texts… uh, yeah… I’ll be there for dinner on Saturday night so maybe we can get shit off our chest and catch up.

Instantly the little blip in the corner began to show that his father was typing a reply. Typical.

??? — I’m so happy to hear that, Sven. Thank you for giving me a chance. I’m excited to hear how you’ve been. Dinner will be at 6 on Saturday. See you then.

Sven let out a deep breath as he finished his text to his father and looked up at Elex, who was already digging into his burrito as if nothing had happened. They sat in silence for a few more minutes, occasionally glancing at each other as they enjoyed the warmth of their food. Once they were done, they cleaned up the kitchen and headed to their room to unwind for the night. They both changed into their pjs, Sven donning a small tank top and shorts while Elex wore boxers and an oversized t-shirt. The room was cool despite the air conditioner running, but it made for comfortable sleeping conditions. They turned off the lights and crawled into bed together, cuddling close as they always did when it was time for sleep. Their bodies molded together like two puzzle pieces, two halves of one whole. For now, there was peace.

The room was dimly lit by the glow from the city outside their window, casting a soft blue hue over everything. The sound of cars honking floated in through the open window, mingling with the low hum of conversation from people walking by on the sidewalks below. It made Sven feel connected to something larger than himself—something grounding. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep but found himself unable to stop thinking about this decision he'd made that could potentially shake up his life in ways he couldn't predict; he tossed and turned throughout most of the night, trying not to wake Elex up, but he couldn’t stop his mind from racing.

The days leading up to the dinner were filled with countless arguments between the two. It was as if the tension in the air had a physical presence, making it difficult to breathe and impossible to ignore. They would start off fine in the morning, exchanging gentle nuzzles and soft whispers while they got ready for the day. But by the time they would end their days, tired and drained, their tempers would often flare up over minor things like leaving shoes in the wrong spot or forgetting to buy milk.

The cat, usually so patient and understanding, found himself snapping at Elex for no reason at all, and of course the badger would fire back. Sven was usually so level-headed and considerate, but instead he would lash out in anger over trivial matters that would normally be brushed aside. Their nighttime routine remained unchanged; they would cook dinner together, watch TV, and cuddle in bed before sleeping. But now it felt forced, like two strangers going through the motions instead of lovers sharing their space. The food they cooked together lacked flavor and sparked more arguments about whose turn it was to cook or who forgot an ingredient. The TV shows they watched would always be interrupted by sarcastic commentary or change of channel without notice. Their warm embrace before sleep turned into cold shoulders as they tried to find solace in their own thoughts instead of each other's touch.

Sven couldn't help but feel a knot forming in his stomach every time he thought about facing his father again after all these years. The last time they had seen each other had been tumultuous, to say the least. He just hoped that this dinner could be a fresh start for them both. However, part of him feared that it would only lead to more arguments and hurt feelings. As Saturday drew closer, so did their anxiety levels, making them both irritable and snappish towards one another.

That is— until Saturday morning (or, more accurately, 2 pm… but to Sven, it was morning..) finally rolled around…

It was his phone buzzing on the nightstand that finally woke the cat from his deep slumber. Opening one of his golden eyes groggily, Sven snatched it from the nightstand in annoyance and sat up, his teal hair splayed wildly in every direction. Still half awake, he squinted at the text message on his screen before clearing his throat to try and rid himself of the sudden itchy feeling that snaked down his esophagus. It was from his dad.

Dad — Hello Sven, just checking to be sure you’re still going to be here for dinner tonight? Looking forward to seeing you.

Clearing his throat again, Sven sniffled absentmindedly, rubbing the sleep from his eye with one balled up fist, using the other hand to tap out a reply. God, was he thankful for autocorrect.

Sven — Yeah, Dad, I’ll be there.

The cat left it at that, locking his phone with a loud yawn, his large orange ears flattening to his head as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and plopped his feet onto the floor with a heavy thud. Guess it was as good of a time as any to get up…

The night before had ended in another heated argument with Elex, and the badger had slept on the couch in the living room, allowing the feline to not have to be as worried of how loud he was being to avoid waking him.

Instinctively, Sven sniffled again before reaching up to scrub small circles into his nose with his palm. So itchyyyyy…

With a disapproving grunt, the cat pulled open the drawer to the nightstand shoved up against one side of the bed and fished out a blister pack of Claritin, half of the pack already punched out and foil hanging loosely from the back. He’d be damned if his allergies were going to choose today of all days to be a problem…

With a soft sniffle, Sven positioned the pack over his other hand, but before he managed to remove one of the small round pills from the pack, his breath snagged suddenly in his throat, a desperate gasp parting his lips before his head snapped downward with a soft, “Hehh.. n’gtx!”

The sudden, unexpected sneeze caused one of the cat’s nails to puncture the foil on the blister pack, one of the small round pills clattering against the hardwood floor beneath his feet before quickly rolling out of sight under the bed. But with the intensity of the buzzing within his nose, the Cheshire knew better than to assume the single sneeze was the end of it.

“K’tchh! Nnch! Nkch! — Hhh—! Ktch! Nkcht! Hh‘gsch!! Nngch!”

Wave after wave of sneezes overtook Sven as he tried to catch his breath, each one more intense than the last. "Ngt’chh! hptt’CH! h’gTShhHh! hiIh’nGkt!!" He couldn't seem to stop; his nostrils quivered maddeningly and his eyes pooled with allergic tears before they streamed down his face. Desperate to calm his overly sensitive nasal passages of the all encompassing sensation licking down the bridge of his nose, the cat frantically knuckled at his septum, but it didn't stop there; his nose still tickled mercilessly, demanding release.

“Hh—… H-Hhh—! H’NgXt! Hh‘gsch! God damnd it!” The cat hissed angrily once finally able to, quickly getting up off of the bed and darting into the bathroom with one hand cupped over his nose and mouth. He slammed the door behind him as hot tears of frustration began to stream down his cheeks, his head feeling like it was about to split apart from all of the sudden, intense sneezing.

Sven hated this feeling. The uncontrollable urge to sneeze; the intense tickling sensation in his nose that demanded his full attention and refused to go away no matter how many times he was caught up in an endless, desperate fit. It was enough to drive anyone mad.

“N’gxt—! Heh’n’gtx—!” The feline couldn’t even catch a break in the safety of the bathroom as another round of sneezes overtook him. He snatched a handful of tissues from the box on the sink counter and furiously blew his nose, trying to clear out the allergen that was causing this hellish reaction.

But no matter how much he blew his nose, it just seemed to make things worse. And with every forceful exhale, more tears leaked out of his eyes until he could barely see clearly anymore.

Fuming with frustration, Sven reached for a glass on the counter and filled it with water before yanking open the medicine cabinet and swiping yet another pack of Claritin from the shelf. He popped two of the pills from the foil package and threw them into his open mouth, chasing it all down in one gulp.

Even after multiple rounds of blowing his nose and sniffling desperately into tissues, the Cheshire could still feel that annoying tickle in his nose. It felt like there was something lodged deep within his sinuses that just wouldn’t budge.

Feeling utterly defeated, Sven slumped down onto the edge of the bathtub and rested his head in hands.

Why did he have to be such a fucking mess? Why couldn’t he have normal allergies like normal people, like dust or pollen? The cat honestly felt like the butt end of some sick joke from the universe to have such debilitating allergies to his own body.

With a suddenly very waterlogged sniffle, more hot tears began to sting at his eyes before spilling over his cheeks and splashing against the tile floor below him. How was he supposed to show up at his dads like this? It would be like asking for it at this point…

Suddenly, a sharp knock at the bathroom door ripped the cat from his thoughts.

“Sven?” Elex’s voice poured out from behind the thin, wooden door, followed by a few seconds of silence. When he was met with no response, the badger tried again. “—Sven?”

“Ghhh— go away..” Sven muttered softly, still sitting on the edge of the tub with his chin resting on his palms, followed by an almost inaudible gasp as his breathing shuttered. “Nnch! Nkch! Ktch! Nkcht!”

“You okay in there?” Elex’s concern was evident in his voice as he pressed for a response. The worry in his tone was enough to make the cat’s heart ache with guilt from the way he had acted towards the other the night before.

“—I’mb fide,” Sven managed to say, his voice muffled by the tissues he pressed against his face. “J-just dealigg with... allergies.” He let out another stifled sneeze, followed by a defeated sigh.

Elex’s gentle exhale was barely audible over the sound of Sven blowing his nose. “I’m coming in.” He stated simply despite the cat’s previous objections.

When he pushed open the door to the bathroom, he was met with the sad sight of his boyfriend huddled up on the edge of the bathtub, a wad of tissues tented over his nose and mouth and tears staining his pink cheeks. Any argument between the two the night before was easily forgotten.

“Geez, kid… One of those days?” Elex asked with a tilt of his head, a sympathetic expression on his face as he came to sit on the tub next to Sven. He couldn’t say he was jealous of the Cheshire’s plight, that’s for damn sure.

“Obviously…” The cat sniffled miserably, clearly getting lost in the sensation as he scrubbed at his sensitive nose, his large orange ears pinned back against his head in embarrassment. “Of course it w-would be— thhh— today—! Hh‘gsch! ngsh!” Growling in frustration, he blew his nose again, to which the badger offered a soft smile.

“At least that gives you a reason to cancel on your dad, yeah?”

Sven rolled his orange eyes. “Ndo, El. Cadcelligg dow would just prove himb right..”

Elex scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. “Well, what the fuck are you going to do then? Going like this is definitely going to make you a target.”

The look that the cat shot his mate was like daggers, despite the red rimmed appearance. “See, I was hhh— hopigg it would b-be differedt thhh— H’NgXt! Hh‘gsch! k’gnsh! SNNRRFF!! —guh…”

Without even finishing his sentence, Sven yanked more toilet paper from the roll and blew his nose yet again, still to no avail, his expression getting more and more frustrated and hopeless as his fit continued.

This time, it was Elex’s turn to roll his eyes. As utterly adorable as his boyfriend was currently, he was also utterly stupid to think his dad was ever going to change.

Sven sniffled and wiped his nose again. His eyes were watering prefusely, his face red and splotchy from all the rubbing. He looked at Elex in frustration before slowly shaking his head. "I dod't dow, El. I guess I'll have to sugg it up add go."

Elex sighed heavily, beginning to get slightly annoyed at his stubborn boyfriend. He reached out to gently pat Sven's back comfortingly as he watched him struggle with his allergies. "If you say so," he muttered under his breath, knowing full well that it wasn't going to be an easy task for Sven. "You sure you don't want me to come with you? You know, for moral support?"

Sven shook his head again, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth despite his discomfort. “I'b sure it’ll be fide…," he replied between sniffles. “I thought you diddt wadt himb to dnow that were together, adyway.”

The badger’s expression turned up in amusement as he shook his head. “People live together without being in a relationship, Sven… Just tell him your room mate is coming with you, and the old man’ll be none the wiser.”

Sven’s shoulders slumped a little as he let an exasperated, defeated sigh escape his lips. “Fide… but if these Claritid kick id before I have to leave, imb goigg alode, alright?”

The badger raised his palms in front of him defensively, grinning as he rose to his feet. “Okay, okay. Just hurry up and get ready.”

Despite the embarrassment and discomfort, Sven managed to step into the shower and rinse off, letting the steaming hot water run over his body. The warmth felt nice against his skin, but it did nothing to alleviate the itching in his nose or the burning behind his eyes. He threw his head back and closed them tight, trying not to make too much noise as he gently washed himself. His allergies were relentless and already taking their toll on him, leaving him feeling weaker by the minute. Every few minutes he was forced to stop and endure yet another itchy “Nkch! Ktch! Nkcht!” before he could continue.

After rinsing off and patting himself dry with a towel, the cat emerged from the bathroom and into their shared bedroom. His large, fluffy orange ears hung low as he shuffled through his closet, trying to decide on an outfit that wouldn't make him stick out too much. The last thing he needed was for his father to make some snide comment about his choices or the way he dressed.

Sven finally settled on a simple pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt that would hopefully hide the fact that he was having an allergic attack. As he pulled them on, his movements were slow and clumsy; with every breath, he winced slightly from the sting in his nose.

His nose was still running slightly as he sat down on a stool at his vanity, reaching for a bottle of nasal spray. He squirted some into each nostril before inhaling deeply; the cool mist offered some relief from the fire burning within him. He took a deep breath and reached for a hairbrush, running it through his thick teal hair until it shone softly under the dim light of the bathroom.

Walking out of the bedroom, he grabbed his wallet and phone from the coffee table where Elex was sitting on the couch flipping through the TV channels with an absentminded air. Sven looked slightly better than when he'd gone in but the badger could still tell that something wasn't right.

"Well?" Elex asked without looking up at him. "Got everything you need?"

Sven nodded, rubbing at his nose as he walked over to stand by Elex on the couch.

The cat suffered through another itchy, sniffly “H’KngxsstSH! nXGtCHhh!” before responding, "Think I'm good to go. My nose is still pretty hhh— messed up though. Hopefully Dad will just keep his fucking mouth shut.." He sniffled sharply before standing up straighter, adjusting the neck of his shirt to make sure there weren't any wrinkles as he looked down at Elex.

“Sounds like that Claritin didn’t do shit, huh?” The badger asked knowingly.

“No, I just love sneezing my ass off...” The feline shook his head with a scowl, and the badger chuckled under his breath, shoveling his own belongings into his pockets and rising to his feet.

As they walked out of the apartment, Sven could feel every muscle protest as they navigated through the hallway and down the stairs. The scent of fresh paint filled his nose, making him want to sneeze even more but he managed to contain it with a few quick sniffs. The outside air was cool and crisp against his flushed cheeks while Elex held open the door for him - a small gust blowing by carrying with it the scent of autumn leaves burning somewhere off in the distance. The sun was low in the sky painting hues of orange and pink across the horizon; it felt like they were driving into a painting.

The ride was quiet save for the sound of tires against wet pavement and occasional gusts of wind that caused their car to rock ever so slightly. Sven sat rigidly next to Elex, his heart racing with anticipation as he wondered how his father would react to him bringing home the badger as his "roommate". He'd never mentioned anything about having one before—would he be angry? Disapproving? Or would he simply shrug it off like everything else and pretend like he didn't care?

They pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, stepping out into the cool evening air. A sudden rush of moisture hit Sven's skin as he shut his door behind him; he shivered slightly despite the warmth lingering beneath his clothes. His ears perched on the top of his head took turns swiveling to each side, taking in his surroundings. Suddenly, the Cheshire pitched forward into his shoulder. “N’gxt! Heh’n’gtx! Hehh—! n’gtx!”

Elex tossed him a glance. “Bless you.” But Sven simply waved him off.

After a few minutes, the front door flew open and a tall, slender man with a thick pair of feline like ears between his black curls and a large fluffy tail behind him began to jog down the driveway towards the men, and Sven’s ears and tail both sagged in embarrassment. His father’s expression held a broad smile, but there was an emptiness in those eyes that didn't match the joy on his face. He rushed towards them with open arms, engulfing Sven in a tight hug before looking past him to Elex with raised eyebrows.

"Oh! Hello there! I wasn't expecting a guest," he said cheerfully, even though it was obvious from the way he said it that he was anything but pleased about having visitors.

"This is my... room mate, Elex," Sven said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact as they walked inside together. His father led them through a maze of familiar hallways until they reached the living room where they sat down on a plush couch covered in worn fabric from years of use.

His father's tail swished back and forth behind him in a playful manner, his ears twitching with curiosity.

"Oh? A room mate, you say?" He smirked, setting two mugs of beer on the table in front of them.

"Well," he chuckled lightly, leaning against the door frame with his hands in his pockets, "I hope you two aren't planning on getting any funny ideas." His eyes darted towards Elex suggestively as he winked. He loved playing games like this; it was just one more way he could belittle Sven and make him feel small. He knew how much his son hated it when people thought he was 'different' or 'weird'.

The tension in the air hung palpably as Sven's father's words made their way through the room, causing the cat’s tail to stiffen and his ears to lay back flat against his skull. The badger crossed his arms over his chest defensively, glaring at the man who seemed so nonchalant about everything.

"Excuse me?" he snapped, a low growl in his tone as he shifted from foot to foot under the table. "I assure you, we're not planning anything “funny”. We're simply roommates—and very happy ones at that." He gave Sven a quick sideways glance before looking back at the elder man. "Your son has shown me nothing but kindness and respect, which is more than I can say for your treatment of him." His voice was icy but controlled, his fangs thinly hidden behind pursed lips.

Sven squirmed in his seat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and shame. He hated it when Elex stood up for him like this; it only made things worse.

His father's eyes narrowed at the comment, flashing with anger for a moment before he forced a laugh. "Oh ho," he chuckled darkly, "you think you know me so well, don't you?" He stepped forward, leaning down close to Elex's face so their noses nearly touched. The scent of his breath was sour from the alcohol he'd been drinking earlier.

"You think I don't care about my son? Well," he growled lowly, "you're wrong. I just want what's best for him — and what's best for him is to be strong."

He straightened up again and took a swig of his beer.

Sven winced, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while glancing away from both men. He couldn't believe this was happening again. Why did everything have to be so hard with his dad?

Elex sat up straighter, eyeing the man warily but not backing down.

"I didn't say you didn't care about Sven," he replied coldly, "but your method of toughening him up leaves something to be desired." He gestured at Sven's flinching form. "Constant belittlement and humiliation isn't going to fucking make him strong; it'll just make him bitter and mistrustful."

The room fell silent as they all sat there staring at each other across the table.

“Ooooohkay, that’s enough of that…” Sven finally chimed in, punctuating his statement with a clearly forced, awkward laugh.

His father continued as nothing happened, leaving the room to serve dinner.

"Who's hungry?" he asked cheerfully, carrying over a large pot of steaming soup to the table. He ladled out bowls for each of them, the savory aroma filling the room. Sven glanced nervously at Elex, but his father hummed a tune, seemingly oblivious to the tension still hanging in the air.

The three ate in relative silence, slurping spoonfuls of the hearty vegetable stew. Sven's father made idle small talk between bites, asking about their work and interests. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know his son's new roommate, though the lingering awkwardness made the conversation stilted.

As Sven sipped his hot soup, he could feel that familiar tickle begin to dislodge itself from deep within his sinuses and his eyes began water. “God fucking damn it..” he thought, “not now...”

The car tried to subtly wipe his running nose and blink back the tears, but it was no use. Despite his objections, his eyebrows knit together before he ducked to the side, away from the table. “Hh‘gsch!! Nngch! H’tshhkt!! ngsh! H’NgXt! Hh—! HeHh—! Hh‘gsch! k’gnsh! Ngt’chh! hptt’CH!!”

He started sneezing violently, nearly upending his bowl of soup. His father glared at him from across the table.

"Ugh, here we go again with the sneezing and sniveling," his father grumbled. "It happens all the time, Sven. When are you going to grow out of it?"

Sven flushed with embarrassment, hastily grabbing a napkin to blow his nose. "S-sorry," he stammered. "I can't really hhh—help it—! K’tchh! Nnch! Nkch!"

His father rolled his eyes. "It's those weak genes from your mother's side of the family. I keep telling you to toughen up, but you just keep sniffling and wheezing at every little thing."

Sven sank deeper into his chair, mortified by his father's harsh words. He wanted to disappear completely. Elex shot Sven's father an icy glare.

"Allergies are not a fucking sign of weakness," The badger barked sharply. "They're the result of an overactive immune system, not some kind of character flaw."

Sven's father snorted derisively. "Spare me the science lesson. The boy just needs to learn some self-control, that's all."

Sven stared down at his bowl, pushing his carrots around listlessly. He had lost his appetite, the soup now just a swirling reminder of his failure to meet his father's impossible standards. How could he have really thought this dinner would be any different? He still hadn’t even heard an apology from the man.

Elex opened his mouth to retort, but Sven interrupted before an argument could erupt. "It's okay, really," he mumbled. "I'm sorry for the interruption. Let's just enjoy the meal."

An uncomfortable silence settled over the table once more. The only sounds were the clinking of spoons against bowls. Sven's nose still tickled maddeningly, but he resisted the urge to rub or sniffle, not wanting to invite more criticism.

After several tense minutes, Elex could hardly contain his anger as Sven's father continued to belittle his son, just like the badger had predicted when the Cheshire first told him about this shitty dinner. As the cat stared miserably into his bowl, Elex knew he had to take a stand.

"Sven's allergies don't make him weak," Elex snapped firmly. "In fact, I happen to find his sensitivity and kind heart to be his greatest strengths."

Sven's eyes widened in surprise. His father let out an incredulous laugh.

"Oh, is that so?" he jeered. "And just how would you, a room mate, know anything about my son's character?"

The badger met the older cat's gaze steadily. "Because Sven and I have been dating for the past few months. And in that time, I've seen how caring, thoughtful and brave he is every single day."

Sven gasped softly. They had kept their relationship secret until now because Elex wasn’t out of the closet yet…

His father's eyes blazed with anger. "Dating? Don't be ridiculous. I won't have my son gallivanting around with the likes of you!”

"The likes of me?" The green haired man retorted. "What's that supposed to mean? Is it because I'm a badger? Or is it because I actually care about your son's feelings!?”

Feeling the tension in the room grow to a fever pitch, the Cheshire flew to his feet, grabbing Elex by the arm. He could feel the badger’s muscles flexing under his tight grasp, rearing up quickly for a fight.

“L-let’s jhhh— ngsh! Hh‘gsch! Let’s just go, El.” Sven choked out between each itchy sneeze that he tried to muffle into his closed fist.

Elex shot one last glare at Sven's father before following Sven's lead and rising from his seat. He kept a protective hand on the Cheshire's back as they headed for the front door.

"Don't you dare walk out that door!" Sven's father shouted after them. "If you leave now, don't even think about coming back!"

Sven paused with his hand on the doorknob. For a moment, his shoulders slumped dejectedly. Elex gave him an encouraging squeeze.

"It's okay," the badger said gently. "Fuck him, kid. We've got each other. That's all we’ve ever needed."

Sven turned and gave Elex a small, grateful smile. Then he threw open the door, and the two of them stepped out into the cool evening air.

As soon as they were outside, Sven doubled over with a characteristic fit of rapid-fire sneezes. "H’NgXt! Hh‘gsch! k’gnsh! Heh—! Ngt’chh! hptt’CH! h’gTShhHh! hihh’nGkT—!”

The badger sighed with a smile as he shook his head, already sliding into the driver side of his car, anxious to get out of this particular level of hell. “Bless you, kid. Who would have thought those allergies of yours would be so problematic, huh?” The green haired man chuckled softly as Sven slid into the passenger side with a small frown.

“Stop callin’ me kid, I’m older than you.” The cat sniffled, buckling his seatbelt before glancing over at Elex sitting next to him, a glint of admiration in his orange eyes.

After a second of silence, the badger finally cracked.

“What the fuck are you staring at me like that for?” He asked with one eyebrow cocked.

“You didn’t have to come out to my dad like that…. I know that was a touchy subject for you…” Sven replied with a soft smile, reaching out one thin hand to rest on the badger’s thigh and give him a grateful squeeze.

“Yeah, well…. I love you, kid. And I won’t let anyone think they’re going to talk to you like that. Not even your shit eating dad.”

“Thank you, Elex. I— hhh—N’gxt! love you too…“

[starzzyeyed]

Take My Breath Away (And Make It Last Forever Babe)

This is for @andiebeaword 's 3k celebration contest!! I actually got this finished on time, which impressed even me despite the fact that it's so short. I also never post fics to tumblr so my apologies if there's formatting issues.

The prompt I chose was "Does the sight of me wanting you drive you crazy?"

Summary: Spencer finds himself a little bit distracted during a case wondering just how it would feel to be wrapped up in Hotch's strong arms and kissed by his lips.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner

Rating: Teen

Warnings: None that I can think of. There's brief allusions to sex but it's not mentioned in any depth.

Word Count: 1.5k

There’s nothing he wants more than the feel of Hotch’s lips on his.

He knows, should his thoughts ever somehow accidentally leak from his brain and become public knowledge, that Morgan would most likely snigger and tell him he’s sure Spencer would like the feel of those lips a few other places as well, but he’s not thinking about that right now.

All he’s capable of focusing on at this moment in time, is what it would feel like for Hotch to kiss him.

And that’s before he even begins to think about Hotch’s arms.

Strong, muscular biceps, thick and prominent veins responsible for carrying the blood that keeps him alive and fit running up and down his forearms, visible in what is a rare occasion of Hotch having chosen to have his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the heat of the Texas summer forcing him to forgo his usual full suit attire.

He knows he’s staring, and he’s been staring for the past four minutes and thirty- seven seconds and yet he can’t seem to bring himself to stop.

Hotch is leant over the table, photos and evidence spread across every square inch of the laminated surface in front of him with a hand planted either side of the journal that they know holds the final puzzle piece, if only they could figure it out.

Spencer’s glad he has the file cabinet to lean against because he’s not sure his legs could hold him up if he didn’t, and he doesn’t want to make his attraction any more obvious than it clearly already is to anyone with a pair of eyes in the same room as him.

“Earth to Reid.”

Spencer jumps, knocking over a stack of folders with his elbow that clatter to the hardwood floor underneath, making him jump again. He hears Morgan laughing in the background as he bends down to pick them up, his cheeks burning as he clears his throat and looks back over to the table, to where Hotch is now watching him with a small, barely there smile.

“Hmm?” he tries, aiming for casual even though he knows he can’t hide the way his pupils are undoubtedly dilated, and that’s without even mentioning his inexplicable clumsiness, which is extreme even by the normal Spencer Reid standards.

“Hotch asked you a question, genius,” Morgan teases, still laughing, and Spencer forces his gaze up from the floor to the very person he’s spent the past six minutes and forty-two seconds staring at. Not just staring at Hotch as a person, in fact; staring with all of his focus on Hotch’s arms.

“What did you say the link is between the victims hair?” Hotch asks, that small smile still playing on his lips, and Spencer feels as though his cheeks are on fire.

“They all purchased the same brand of rinse out box dye,” Spencer begins, finding his voice and rattling off the information he knows that’s actually relevant to the case, rather than the information his brain has spent the last seven minutes and fifty-one seconds hyper-focussing on.

Information like the way he just knows Hotch could pick him up in those strong and muscular arms, perhaps even just on one arm like a bodybuilder lifting a weight. The way he imagines himself far too often being carried bridal style in those arms, with Hotch looking down at him from above with that same small, barely there smile that he had on his face a moment ago. The way he knows without question the safety and security he would feel with those arms wrapped around him, holding him, carrying him; keeping him protected from all the criminals they come up against on a daily basis, all the lowlifes they take off the streets to protect others.

Spencer blinks himself back to the present moment, clearing his throat as he looks up at Hotch again, at Hotch’s face, forcing himself not to let his attention drift back to those well-muscled arms that he so desperately wants to feel wrapped around his waist, holding him tightly against the filing cabinet that’s by now supporting practically all of his weight as he struggles to keep his focus on what’s actually going on right now, as opposed to what’s happening in his imagination.

The problem with looking so directly at Hotch’s face, though, is that now he finds his gaze drifting back to Hotch’s lips again, once again imagining how those lips would feel pressed against his, how it would feel to kiss Hotch, how it would feel for Hotch to kiss him.

The thought alone is making him slightly breathless, and if he carries on like this he’s going to end up with his body outing him to the rest of his team, so he clears his throat again and mutters a quiet, “excuse me,” when it’s clear that no one in the room needs any more information from him for the moment, before he slips out of the office and down the hall.

He makes it two corridors away before he leans back against the wall and lets out a shaky sigh, willing his body to get itself back under control before he’s forced to do something he desperately doesn’t want to and take himself into the men’s bathrooms to take of himself.

He doesn’t get the chance to finish deciding what to do, though, because a moment later there’s the sound of footsteps and Spencer presses himself even further back into the wall behind him, hoping he’s at least somewhat hidden by the cabinets on either side of him. Apparently he’s not hidden enough though, because the footsteps stop right in front of the filing cabinet to his left and someone clears their throat.

Spencer’s in the process of deciding if he can come up with a sufficient lie for why he’s hiding behind a filing cabinet in a local police precinct, or whether he can turn around to this person and ask them why they’re questioning him, a highly trained and admired member of one of the most respected sections of the FBI, when it dawns on him that he knows that voice, even if the person hasn’t technically spoken.

“H-Hotch? What are you doing here?” he asks, stepping out of his hiding place and slowly lifting his gaze from the polished black shoes in front of him to the amused expression on his boss’s face.

Shit.

He doesn’t even need to hear Hotch’s response to know that he’s been caught out, and he’s already forming explanations and excuses and apologies in his mind, ready to spill the moment Hotch starts talking because he’s definitely going to lose his job over this, when the sound of Hotch’s laughter finally reaches his ears.

Great, now he’s laughing at me, Spencer thinks, his cheeks heating up as he begins stammering out apologies.

“I’m so, so sorry, Hotch, I don’t… I don’t know what got into me. Well, no, that’s not technically true, I mean… I do know, obviously, it’s you… no, it’s just, well, you got into my mind, that’s all, and I-”

He doesn’t get any further than that before Hotch leans forwards and shuts him up with a kiss, pressing him back against the wall behind him as his arms, oh, those arms, circle around his waist and keep him locked in position against the wall behind him, as those lips press against his and kiss him, and if Spencer could actually form a coherent thought it would be that he’s definitely died and gone to heaven, because there’s just no way that this is happening to him.

When Hotch finally pulls away, Spencer’s panting for breath and his head his spinning and if he didn’t have a tent in the front of his pants before he definitely does now. But, as he’s looking at Hotch, raking his eyes across the body of his boss as the other man smiles and raises an amused eyebrow at him, he sees a similar tent in the front of Hotch’s suit trousers, and he raises his own eyebrow back in shocked disbelief.

“What?” Hotch asks, chuckling at Spencer disbelieving expression, “did you really think I didn’t notice the way you were staring at me in there?”

Spencer’s still getting his breath back, but he manages to grin at Hotch, leaning forwards and wrapping his arms around the older man’s neck while he breathlessly asks, “does the sight of me wanting you drive you crazy?”

Hotch just laughs softly, kissing Spencer softly again before he nods.

“Evidently, yes,” he replies and Spencer grins wider, running a hand through his hair as he tries to come to terms with this development. Fortunately, Hotch is one step ahead of him, because when he looks back down from the ceiling Hotch is holding a hand out towards him that Spencer hesitantly takes.

“Are you free for dinner tomorrow night, assuming we solve this case? Say, 8pm?” he asks and Spencer nods shy smile.

“That sounds perfect,” he replies, walking hand in hand with Hotch back to the conference room.

He’s never been so happy for a case to be solved quickly.

[fellow-travelers-fic-recs]

Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | Old Men in Love

A collection of Fellow Travelers fics set in the 1980s era… some fix-its, lots of sweet, domestic bliss and a few bittersweet endings. Because we love pain.

Be sure to show the authors plenty of love with your comments, kudos and reblogs!

💞 Books or Blowjobs by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [E, 1K] Tim and Hawk get back home after a day of shopping.

💞 Let Me Shower You With My Love by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [M, 7K] Hawk helps Tim in the shower.

A 1986 canon divergent fix-it.

Sometimes it's worth the pain by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [NR, 1K] Hawk wakes up in the morning in Tim's arms.

💞 Here We Are In Heaven by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K] Though it happened hours before, Hawk could see it so clearly now. That green space, lined in flowers. Marcus's proud smile. Jackson's hand, so steady as it placed that simple band of silver in Hawk's palm. And Tim.

A snippet of Hawk and Tim's reception.

💞 On a sunny day in San Francisco by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 1K] Tim and Hawk take a walk together.

💞 🪴His great consuming lovage*🪴 by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [T, 2K] Tim's potted plant has a story to tell...

💞 To Wrap Your Love Around Me by @beyondxmeasure | Cyantific [T, 5K] Waking up in Tim’s apartment, Hawk discovers Skippy's old robe, the same one from years ago, and the memories all come flooding back.

Tim doesn’t have much time left. Will Hawk be brave enough to stay?

💞 Tonight, It's Very Clear by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [NR, 1K] This isn't the plan. Marcus should just be asking for Hawk's badge. Frankie and Jerome should be waiting by the back entrance. Tim has it all in his mind - this last perfect moment with Hawk. It had been agreed, his farewell to the man he loves. He has to say goodbye, to ask Hawk to let him go.

Or, Tim plans on letting Hawk go. Hawk plans on something completely different.

💞 Two Old Men at Grubstake on Pine by @vespersong | vespersong [T, 3K] Hannah's story of the two old men at Grubstake Diner, in 1980s San Francisco.

💞 Time passes by in the most cruelest of fashions by @fuddlewuddle | Fuddlewuddle [M, 2K] Hawk and Tim talk in his little apartment in 1980s America. Conversations between them have never been easy.

💞 You might not wear blue often, but it's still your color by @timothydavidlaughlin mauralabingi [G, 2K] Hawk is struggling. Then he gets a package in the mail.

💞 Don't leave it to the last dance by @fuddlewuddle | Fuddlewuddle [M, 2K] Tim is in hospital. Hawk brings him his mail. One letter is not like the others.

💞 Lazy Morning by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [M, 785] Hawk and Tim share a morning together in bed.

💞 On the Street Where You Live 💠 by imstillinhellbtw [NR, 17K] Hawk has one week to make up for 30 years lost.

Or, the last 7 days he ever spent with the love of his life.

💞 Of Snuggles and Waffles by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K] It's a beautiful Saturday morning and Tim should be sleeping in. Unfortunately, Hawk has other plans.

💞 Stars fading but I linger on, dear by @cinnamoncountess | CinnamonCountess []E, 5K Tulips, roses, lavenders, daisies and orchids — Tim closes his eyes for fleeting seconds as he passes the bayside and takes in the wide-ranging scent wafting over from the flower sales on each side of the road, drawing into his nostrils where it mixes with the salty sea odor from afar. It is that day of the year again that always squeezes on his heart like a fallen wall of bricks, burying him underneath.

💞 With all due respect, fuck congestion by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 2K] Tim and Hawk are going through their closet to find some clothes to donate, but Tim isn't feeling great.

💞 Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps It’s Real 💠 by drabbleswabbles [NR, 35K] And then it happened. The metallic screech of the gate, the shuffle of men stepping out beyond the prison walls. And suddenly there he was. His hair was shorter than he’d ever seen it. And his glasses were different. But it was him. Their eyes met. Tim stared at him in wide-eyed shock before recognition melted his features into a confused outrage.

Basically, a fix-it in which Hawk finds himself back in the early 70s.

💞 The one I've left behind by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [T, 884] Hawk's belated confessions in the 80s.

💞 I have loved you my whole life by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [M, 1K] 80s Tim wanted Hawk to take him back to the top of the tower, where they parted in 1954.

💞 if i have to switch the lights off, i wanna switch them off with you by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 661] "I don't remember our last kiss," Hawk blurted.

Tim's face instantly changed as he parted his lips in surprise.

"The whole time you were there, with the doctors, I thought you were dying, and I couldn't remember when was the last time we kissed." Hawk's voice trembled a little. He looked at his lap. "There were so many, but I just couldn't remember the last one."

Or, a little scene after, "did you forget that I'm a convicted felon?"

💞 I'll have a Blue Christmas without You. by @in-our-special-place | Cupping_Cakes [M, 1K] He could almost feel his touch and hear his voice, and for a brief moment, the pain would ease. But then, reality would hit again, and Hawk would be consumed by the emptiness.

💞 Couldn't say it to your face 💠 by nataliaa [G, 1K] “I’m going to DC,” Marcus says, “next week. He’s fine,” he adds quickly. “As far as I know, anyway. But I just thought—”

It’s the most that Marcus has said about Hawk in years, and Tim instantly realizes that he hasn’t been fooling anyone, except maybe himself. Marcus knows that Tim has never stopped thinking about Hawk. Marcus has always known.

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Hi Liv!

Any chance you have a rec list for Harry/Charlie somewhere? I'm reading Closure is a State of Mind by Quicksilvermaid and it's giving me a craving. Thank you!

Hi there! Ohh I love Closure, peak angst and so beautifully written by @quicksilvermaid. Funny, I was sure I had done something for this ship but when I checked I saw it was a Draco/Charlie list instead 🤡 so here are some Harry/Charlie recs!

Kinkuary 2023 ch 10 by @sorrybutblog

Beauty in the Sleeping Forest by @wolfpants (M, 720 words)

On a wild camping trip chasing dragons, Harry watches Charlie sleep.

trust by onbeinganangel (E, 1.5k)

Charlie knows now that being a brat is Harry’s nature. Harry knows he’ll get something out of it. Which doesn’t mean Charlie won’t make him suffer for it.

Voyeur by @writcraft (E, 1.8k)

Charlie interrupts Harry one night at the Burrow, and shows him just how much he likes to watch.

In the Still of the Night by lauren3210 (E, 2k)

Harry sleeps, and Charlie watches, and remembers the fire that burned bright in his innocence.

every touch unravels by @gracerene (E, 2k)

Harry's got a surprise for Charlie.

I want to pull your hair by @zigster-ao3 (T, 2.5k)

Charlie Weasley's mere presence wreaks havoc on Harry Potter's hormones.

Skin Deep by Woldy (E, 3k)

There was nothing inherently intimate about sticking his cock into someone, but there's a lot of personal history tied up in Charlie's ink.

Tonight Let's Get Some by Writcraft (E, 4.6k)

Harry discovers private karaoke rooms are great for blow jobs, gets a crash course in Muggle music and hopes that One Direction songs are the way to Charlie Weasley’s cock heart.

Use My Last Breath (to say I love you) by @cassiaratheslytherpuff (E, 6k)

Harry loves the way Charlie's hands feel around his neck. He's not sure how to feel about the tiny dragon or the long-distance relationship.

Have You Ever? by @doubleappled (E, 9k)

Half a lifetime ago, Harry spent an awful summer in Romania with Charlie Weasley. Now, he’s determined to follow up on the seeds that were planted back then.

Charlie & Harry, Sittin' In A Tree by Elle Gray (E, 10k)

Christmas at the Burrow is a welcome break from the pressure of eighth year and all that it entails. Classes Harry's not prepared for, a malaise he can't quite shake, and a feeling like maybe his roommate might be up to something (like seducing him). And Charlie? Charlie is a welcome break from Harry's right hand.

Bonus: Drarry + Charlie

Together by @primavera-cerezos (E, 2.4k)

Harry tells Draco about his history with Charlie. Draco asks Harry to invite Charlie over. They get together.

A Dragon's Heartstring at the Core by tryslora (E, 2.5k)

It may not be what Harry ever imagined, but it's definitely what he wants. What both he and Charlie want. Now to get Draco to understand.

jesus, etc by @oknowkiss (E, 3k)

a story of harry and draco and a month in the midnight sun of norway, told in 31 moments.

that kind of morning pleasure by @bafflinghaze (E, 3.5k)

Harry’s daily orgasmic wake up call becomes extra plentiful this morning

how to win (despite yourself) by curiouslyfic (M, 5k)

Charlie knows he's only got Draco until Harry makes his move. Just, Charlie's gotten attached now and Draco's not easy to give up.

One, Two, Three by gracerene (E, 6k)

He and Draco had talked about it before, inviting somebody else into their bed for the night, but it had only ever been in theory. Tonight, Draco seemed set on making it a reality.

Licurici by @lou-isfake (E, 133k)

Charlie wanted Harry, but he’d never planned on having him. He’d never planned on Draco Malfoy, either. He hadn’t planned on anything but living out his days in Romania, with his friends and his dragons and his safe, peaceful distance.

[ghostofskywalker]

3k event req (congrats!!! I love ur writingggg) - I love how you write Wolffe so could you do something w gn, non-jedi reader and him? Maybe they're out and about on a planet and Wolffe has to trust readers' expertise on something (maybe they're a naturalist? Or can speak a language?) when he's used to being in command, or maybe he gets to protect reader from something!! Idk!!! I'm just a sucker for that grump!!!!

aww thank you so much!! i had fun with your prompt and i hope you enjoy this :)

words: 1,345

@clonexreaderbingo square: "do you trust me?"

summary: sometimes the best solutions come from the minds of those who aren't soldiers, and wolffe has to get used to trusting others that are not his general or his vode.

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A Show of Trust

“How much more of this do you have to collect before we can get out of here?” The slightly-grumpy tone of the clone commander broke the silence you had been operating under for quite some time. 

You looked at the forest floor around you and scrolled through the files on your datapad, each containing holopics and short vids of the various plants and small animals that you had seen and documented. You felt a little bit bad for him, as this assignment was certainly less exciting than fighting Separatists on the front lines of the war, but for you the help (and the protection) was invaluable. 

It was easy to see why you were assigned an escort, because the things you were studying were of great use to medics and healers in the Jedi Temple, and they wanted to make sure that you had the best possible resources to complete your research. The Commander just happened to be part of the battalion on leave when the voyage was planned, and he was roped into helping because his general was on the Jedi Council. 

“I just have a few more plants to look at today and then we can return to camp,” you responded. “And then tomorrow we should be able to return to Coruscant.” 

Wolffe nodded but didn’t say anything else, and you didn’t expect him to. At this point you were well aware of the fact that he wasn’t a particularly talkative companion, and that was fine. You didn’t think any less of him just because he didn’t ask how you felt about the weather or what your favorite drink at the bar was. 

The sun on this planet was just beginning to set, and you finally had everything that you needed to bring back to the Jedi. But right before you and Wolffe could start walking back in the direction of where you had set up camp, a low growl rumbled through the woods. 

“What was that?” Immediately, Wolffe sprang to action. He drew a pistol from his belt and looked around, stepping in front of you. 

You were in the midst of telling him you weren’t sure when the growl sounded again, and this time you recognized the cadence and tone, based off what you knew about this planet. But you didn’t have time to answer Wolffe before something had burst from the trees, staring intensely at the two of you. 

It went by many names, this creature, and several more in languages you didn’t speak, but you knew enough about it to know that Wolffe was going to make the situation worse if he didn’t put his weapon away. 

Right as his blaster was raised, you tapped his armor. “Stop,” you said softly, so that the creature wasn’t startled. “Your blasts won’t penetrate the skin, and I do not wish to anger it.” 

He reached down to his belt, but you placed your hand over his to stop him. “Nothing you have will harm that creature,” you said, starting to get a little more annoyed. You only had a small window of time to make your escape before the imposing animal in front of you decided that it wanted to eat you for dinner, and you needed to come up with a plan. 

“Well, what do you suggest we do?” 

“I have an idea, but it would require you to trust me,” you said slowly. You weren’t sure how that was going to go over with him, especially because you hadn’t spent all that much time together and he didn’t seem like the type to put his genuine trust in just anyone. “Do you trust me?” 

The affirmative answer, although eventually escaping the mouth of the commander, was not one of resounding confidence. But it was good enough for now, and you started to calculate an escape route. “According to the maps I studied, there’s a tunnel hidden in the brush just up ahead,” you said. “We’re going to have to make a run for it, but the creature is too big to follow us.” 

“That’s your plan?” he asked. “Just run?” 

“Well, seeing as we don’t have any bait to distract it, that’s the best chance we have right now.” This version of you was much more direct than usual, a shift from the passive naturalist to the person in charge, because all his blaster bolts would have done was sealed your fate as the evening special. 

Wolffe paused. “When do we go?” he asked. Clearly he had sized up his options and decided to attempt whatever you had planned rather than end up in that thing’s stomach. 

You watched the amber-yellow eyes of the dragon-like animal closely, taking note of every shift. For a few moments, it was like time wasn’t moving at all, that you were stuck in a fearful standoff with something much bigger and stronger than you. Fear started to bubble in your stomach, and you did your best not to let it show. 

The creature’s eyes shifted right. 

You grabbed Wolffe’s hand, not even stopping to think about how natural it felt to hold it like this. 

The creature’s eyes shifted left. 

You looked over at him, noticing that his helmet was tilted in such a way that you assumed he was looking back at you. You nodded, mouthing a countdown, and he understood. 

Three. The creature’s eyes shifted right.

You really hoped this was going to work. 

Two. The creature’s eyes shifted left. 

Wolffe doesn’t deserve to die right now. 

One! 

Go! 

On your silent communication, the two of you turned tail and ran, as fast as you could through the thick brush. You didn’t even think about the fact that some of the plants had sharp thorns, because no matter how many barbs you would have to pull out of your skin and clothes later, that didn’t matter right now. 

“I hope you know where we’re going!” Wolffe’s voice, even in this all out sprint, was as imposing as ever. 

You didn’t know if you had the power in your lungs to respond, but that didn’t matter now, because the creature let out a screech so deafening you thought you went deaf for a moment. 

You nodded, feeling the fatigue starting to build up, and you were thankful when you spotted a downed tree just up ahead, the beginning of the end of the forest. 

If your staredown with the creature felt like time had stopped, now it felt like time was wrong. The next thing you knew, you were falling through the entrance of the tunnel, datapad tumbling out of your hands and finally coming to rest on the dry dirt a few paces ahead. 

You got up and turned around; thankfully Wolffe was right behind you. You could hear the thundering footsteps of the creature above you, and it seemed that it had run off, (hopefully) thinking you were still somewhere in the forest and not in the tunnel below. 

Once the adrenaline wore off, you took heaving breaths and tried your best to keep up with Wolffe, who didn’t seem too phased by the show of athleticism he just displayed. When you finally made it back to the ship, the first thing you looked for was a canteen of water. Originally the plan was to camp in the open air, but it didn’t take much convincing before you had gotten Wolffe to drag the GAR-issued bedding into the transport ship he had been allowed to keep (the privileges of having a high ranking general, you supposed).

When you held out your half-drained canteen to him, you didn’t expect him to take it. But he did, lifting his helmet off to raise the container to his lips. Two days ago, hadn’t yet taken his helmet off right in front of you, and he would have never accepted your offer to share a drink, but you supposed escaping death together warranted a certain amount of comfort with each other. 

And after all this, you were just grateful that he trusted you when it really mattered.

- the end -

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Tiger Inside

Chapter Sixteen

Stray Kids Mafia (ongoing)

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WC: 3k

Pairing: Lee Know x reader

Genre: Series, Enemies to lovers, non-idol AU, Mafia AU

Synopsis: After years spent away from the family, two strangers start frequenting your place of work, only to bring daunting news. Flung back into the world of the mafia, you try to adapt to your new normal and work alongside a team of eight skilled members to uncover a mystery and take down an unknown enemy.

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, drinking, swearing, violence, weapons

Disclaimer: Any portrayal of Stray Kids or any other idols in this story is purely fiction and does not at all reflect their own personalities or how I view them as a person, it is purely for the sake of the story.

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The house felt relatively calm despite the looming mission that tonight would entail, the members casually eating their lunch, others laughing in distant rooms. Yet the twisting knot in my stomach refused to release, the prolonged anxiety of what was to come had finally caught up to me and dug its nails into my shoulders.

The clock on the wall created an agitating tick with every passing second as I was settled in the front room, planted in the seat that Jiho once sat during my first morning in the house. Outside the window, I watched as the trees gently swayed in the wind, the mirrored reflection of relaxation that the house was exuding. I crossed my legs underneath me, my fingers mindlessly picking at my cuticles as my mind wandered, D-Day was here, and it came too fast.

“Noona?” A soft voice behind me caught me by alarm, my head turning to the doorway to a gentle eyed Jeongin standing with a plate and glass in hand. “Chan asked me to bring you a sandwich, you need to eat something before we get ready to head out.” With a slight smile and nod I welcomed him in, taking the glass of water from him as he set the plate on the table beside me. He sat in the seat adjacent to mine, his eyes following my own back toward the window, the two of us sitting in silence for a moment before he slowly turned to me. “What are you thinking about out here by yourself?” I hummed softly as I looked back at him.

“Do you guys not get nervous? Everyone seems so… nonchalant.” I took a sip from the glass, relaxing back into the seat with a sigh.

“Well of course we do, but after a while we learned how to push past it. There’s no shame in feeling that way, especially when it’s your first time.” He picked up the plate, handing it to me. “Chan has a lot of faith in you, we all do. You’re gonna be a strong member of this team, I just know it.”

“Thank you, Jeongin.” I stared at the sandwich before me, trying to find the strength within me to take a bite.

“You really should eat, you can’t go into this on an empty stomach.” His cheeky smile at least brought me some level of comfort, seeing him in this light you would never expect this guy to have the ability to break your neck. “Chan is gonna give us a final rundown soon, I’ll come get you when he’s ready, for now just let yourself relax.” Jeongin patted my knee before standing and leaving me in the silence once more. For how hungry I was, it was surprisingly difficult to stomach the food, my mind sitting somewhere far away and letting my body run on autopilot.

As our meeting with Chan wrapped up, the members all separated to our rooms to get changed, a collection of black clothes to keep us concealed within the darkness of night. I pulled my chest holster over my shoulders before securing the clasp, followed by tightening the harness placed around my thigh and securing my knife within it.

Staring into the mirror, I studied my features, looking into my eyes as the reality of my new living situation settled on my shoulders sunk in. Going into these situations was going to be happening more often, this is only the first of many. I clapped my hands against my cheeks, trying to bring myself back into my body before pulling my hair back into a ponytail, grabbing my gun from the dresser and stepping through my door.

The steps down to the foyer felt like walking a marathon, stretching longer and longer. The door sat open, welcoming me into the night as many of the members shuffled around, trying to get last minute details in order. Some were collecting their weapons, some conversing about different details of the mission. I stood silently, observing those around me in their natural habitat.

“Y/n, I want you riding in Minho’s van.” Chan motioned to the van that Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin were currently crawling into the back of, Minho leaning against the hood as Changbin loaded a few duffel bags into the back hatch before returning to his own van.

Slipping into the passenger seat, I pulled my seatbelt across my chest before taking a deep breath and trying to relax myself into the seat. I watched as Chan and Minho shared a brief exchange in front of the van before Minho pulled himself into the driver’s seat. He spared me a silent glance as he looked down to the belt, making sure it was secured, before turning the key and bringing the van to life.

The drive was painfully quiet as we made our way down the dark streets, following closely behind Chan’s van, the soft click of keys on a laptop behind us as Felix prepped his program to disarm the system once we arrived. Minho continued to glance my way every so often, quickly returning to the road afterwards. I tried not to fidget in my seat, attempting to fumble with my fingers as a distraction as we started nearing our destination.

“Are you properly holstered?” Minho’s voice startled me in the silence, his attention still pointed forward as he spoke to me. I double checked that my gun was securely fixed to my side, my knife pressed to my thigh, and that the straps of my holsters were properly fastened. I gave a weak nod as I quietly gave him a yes. Minho glanced into the rearview towards Felix “We’re 5 minutes out, go ahead and disarm.”

“Got it.” Felix continued to type away, before confirming success and pressing to his ear, speaking into his earpiece. “Radio check everyone.” Each member followed with a confirmation into their radios, my turn falling in line at the end as I gave the final call. My hands balled into tense fists as I attempted to crack my neck side to side, trying to relieve my muscles.

“Changbin and Jeongin are to enter first. Minho, y/n and I are following in next.” Chan’s voice rang in my ear as he radioed the team. “Hyunjin and Jisung, you know your positions. Felix is staying camped in the van for surveillance, Seungmin you’re entering with us as discussed so you can work with us for identification.” Each member responded with a copy as the vans parked. “Felix, are we disarmed?”

“Sure are Boss, cleared to go.” The door of the opposite van opened, Changbin and Jeongin being the first to exit and pull their guns from their holsters. Hyunjin and Jisung pulled their weapons from the back of the van before disappearing into the darkness behind us.

“Com’on, it’s go time.” Minho opened his door, crossing in front of the van and meeting up with Chan, receiving a brief pat on the back before the three of us followed closely behind Changbin and Jeongin. Weapons at the ready by our sides, we neared the large warehouse towering over us, a seemingly unassuming metal structure matching the other buildings along the pier. Jeongin dropped to a knee in front of the side door, carefully picking the lock and allowing Changbin to push past him first into the building.

Changbin slid in slowly, observing the room before entering fully. Jeongin rose to his feet, following closely behind him as we waited for the all clear. No alarms were sounding, indicating the success on Felix’s end.

“Cameras are clear, how does the room look Changbin?” Felix asked as Changbin waved the other three of us in behind him.

“We’re inside, room is clear.” As I passed the threshold, my eyes started to scan the room surrounding us. The lighting was minimal, the small windows placed near the top of the walls providing very little moonlight shining in, just enough to reflect off the metal tables lined around the room.

The contents of the warehouse felt surprisingly sparse, not like the factory I had initially expected. Previous blueprints given to us from Felix indicated that this first room was probably the decoy, our true target farther into the warehouse.

“Secondary door is disarmed, cleared to enter.” Felix radioed as we continued on, a large metal door clicking open in front of us as we followed inside. “You guys will be met with a hall through it, followed by a staircase down to the basement, there’s another door at the base of the stairs, I’ve cleared it. You’re good for entry.” The hall stretched the length of the warehouse, pipes twisted along the walls and wrapped up across the ceiling, a soft blue glow emitting from the occasional lights sprinkled down the hall.

As Changbin reached the stairs, Jeongin followed closely behind, Minho keeping himself planted at the top of the stairs to ensure we had no unwelcome visitors. As we passed through the next door, we were met with a smaller room, walls of concrete encasing us. The same metal tables from upstairs littered the room, this time covered with vials and beakers. Shelving units covered a back wall, Seungmin immediately crossing over to them and beginning to sort through their contents.

“There should be a door to your guy’s left, it leads to their control room. Jeongin, I need you to get in there and plug the thumb drive I gave you into their main system for me.” At Felix’s command Jeongin pulled from the group and disappeared behind the door, Chan following close behind him. I let my feet take me around the perimeter of the room, scanning over the different elements strewn across the tables.

The room felt claustrophobic with its low ceilings and thick walls, the eerie silence echoing off of them. I peeked my head into the control room as Jeongin fiddled with the controls. A large wall of monitors displayed different camera angles around the compound, outside the vans just barely out of their view. I watched as the screens started to glitch, one by one slowly shutting down as Felix gained access into the mainframe. Behind me, Seungmin began pocketing different filled vials from the shelves, intending to bring them home and study them further, while Changbin stood guard at the entry point.

“Cameras disarmed, I almost have full access, just a moment longer guys.” Felix continued coaching us through the headsets, his surprisingly calm demeanor as he clicked away on his system. Changbin and I stayed steady as we awaited further commands, watching those around us as they were posted in their areas.

“Chan we may have an issue, I think they had a silent alarm on the mainframe, something has been tripped.” Felix’s voice rang in our ears once more, his initial calm responses disappearing as they morphed into a little more frantic.

“Changbin and Minho, take y/n upstairs and keep posted up there for when they show up. I’ll stay with Jeongin and Seungmin until Felix is finalized.” Minho gestured the two of us out in front of him as we hurried our way back up the stairs, the nerves settling back into the pit of my stomach.

“Changbin, keep posted by the main door, y/n I need you to take cover somewhere in the main room with a good vantage point, keep yourself hidden and ready.” Minho stayed near the entry off the hall as Changbin made his way back to the main room with me close on his tail.

Ducking behind a cabinet near the corner, I crouched down and confirmed that I had a view of the door through the underside of one of the tables. The wait for an arrival felt like an eternity as we all sat in silence, the unknown of what was to come itching in the back of my head.

“We’ve got two vehicles incoming from the west.” Hyunjin’s hushed voice now rang in my ear, the distraction of our findings causing me to briefly forget his and Jisung’s presence on a rooftop outside. “It appears as though we have seven members, four of which are coming your way, the other three are camping outside.”

“I’ve got the system copied, you guys are good to get out of there.” Felix quickly cut in behind Hyunjin, Chan speaking through the walkies with a copy just before I heard a gunshot ring out outside.

“Open fire as needed team.” Below us, Chan and the rest of his team started to grab whatever intel they could before they made their exit, above ground gunshots echoed through as the opposing team neared closer. Through my line of sight to the door, I could see Changbin in close proximity to one of the new arrivals, pulled away from his post as he took him head on.

Through the distraction, another slipped through the door with a gun drawn, his face barely visible in the shadowed room. I stayed low as I aimed my gun in his direction, right as he took notice of Minho as he ducked for cover. The two of them focused on each other before my shot caught him by alarm and alerting him of another presence, his head whipping in the direction that my bullet came from. Another body entered the room, scanning it with a gun drawn before dropping into cover. The loud crack of one of our sniper rifles rang out, Jisung quickly alerting us of one of their men down.

Chan quickly entered the room, bringing bullets flying with him as he pulled himself into cover and resuming fire. I pressed my back against the cabinet as I tried to steady myself, out of the corner of my eye seeing Jeongin sneak up on one of their members from behind. Pulling myself back into my spot for visibility, my eyes locked on the third member slipping into the room, my gun pointed at him and sending a shot and watching him tumble to the ground. Minho caught the last by surprise, pulling him into a headlock as he struggled to free himself.

“Seungmin, back to the vans. Y/n, I want you out of this room when possible.” Chan’s heavy breathing buzzed in my ears as he made his commands, watching as Seungmin made his break for the door. “How are we looking outside Hyunjin?”

“Changbin took one down, trying to locate the other two, they ducked into cover pretty fast. This doesn’t look like Ateez though, but I can’t make out the team yet”

With Jeongin and Minho having the other two in the room occupied, Chan ordered my exit with him watching my back. I slipped out of the building and around the back, gun pointed forward as I rounded the corner. Surveying the area, I was in a small walkway, a half-wall being my only blockage from the water below. Dropping beside a dumpster, I attempted to compose myself, the adrenaline pumping through my veins sending fire throughout my body.

“Y/n and I took two down inside, one made it out so we’ve got four on the perimeter now.” Minho’s voice was winded as he spoke. “Do we have any location on the others yet?” I kept checking each direction from my location, searching for any signs of possible movement.

“No sir.” I peered around the corner to an adjacent building as Jisung spoke, the muzzle of a sniper rifle just barely visible in the darkness.

“If possible, I want retreat. Avoid further interaction and make it back to the vans. We got what we need, let’s get out of here.” I studied my options in order to follow Chan’s command, I knew if I doubled back towards the vans from the direction I came, I was sure to be intercepted near the door. So pulling myself out from behind the dumpster I started down the back wall of the building, keeping myself low and both hands on my gun by my side.

A shot flies through the air above me, causing me to drop to the ground, unsure of the direction it came from. My heart pounded in my chest, the ringing in my ears still loud from the multiple exposures to gunshots throughout the night.

Praying the shot came from behind, I kept myself near the ground, hoping I was shielded from the dumpster behind me.

“We’ve got three back to the vans, Changbin, Jeongin, Minho, Chan and y/n, we need you guys back so we can take off.” Felix’s voice provided me no comfort as I attempted to continue forward, trying to keep my eyes out for cover, and ears out for movement. Stopping at the end of the wall, I pressed my back to a large container and finally looked behind me, at the far end where I had come from a dark figure came into sight, unsure if they were friend or foe I quickly ducked around the corner before pressing my back firmly against the wall, attempting to focus on calming my heavy breathing to stay quiet as I hid myself. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft cold glow on the surroundings, the air feeling eerily quiet in stark contrast to the violence consuming the night.

“Is anyone able to update me on their locations?” Felix’s voice radioed through my ear, moments of silence following before different members started in their responses. Leaning forward, I rested my hand on my knee, using my other to press the mic and quietly whisper.

“I’m outside, east side of the building.” I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my knees as I caught my breath. Pulling myself together with a deep breath, I straightened my back and lifted my head towards the water. Observing the gentle ripples in the water, I’m briefly distracted before an arm tightens around my throat from behind, pulling me flush against my assailant's chest as my nails dug into their arm in an attempt to pull the strength away from my windpipe before my ability to fight would fade.

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[dogshit-gambler]

she calls me papi chulo: alejandro vargas x F!Reader

When Lady Gaga said hot like mexico, i took that personally. Seriously, if you read this, listen to Alejandro - Lady Gaga and Lo Que Siento - CuCo.

Word: 3k

AN: I think we can all agree Alejandro is one of the best characters in MW2. <3 This game's been a huge comfort in my life and Alejandro is 10000% a comfort character. PINING!!!! So so much pining. And Rudy being a total gentleman, this almost feels like an x Rudy fic... hmm... interesting. So maybe it's Ale\Rudy\Reader. Who knows.. ANYWAYS! Enjoy <3 Love triangle vibes are going crazy.

SFW - Cursing - Alejandro being a little bit of an asshole, as a treat - Mild suggestive content - alcohol mention -

Breaking into a syndicate party wasn't on my bucket list for this year, but Alejandro couldn't go alone. i watched him change out of his tactical gear, a heavy thud echoing in the bedroom as his vest hit the floor. It felt like he undid dozens of Velcro straps and buttons, his body feeling so much lighter without all that gear. I didn't think I'd ever seen him without it in our time knowing each other. Then again, he hadn't seen me in much else either. All our time spent together was littered with violence, even when we had a moment to truly enjoy each other's company, it was only for the intel. Rudy mapped it out for us, and how I appreciated his brains. This party was invite only, for obvious reasons. Rudy would wait at the door to allow guests in, not uttering a word to another soul. He'd let us in and make his escape to the truck down the southern road and regroup with Ghost and Soap. Of course Alejandro and I would enter looking dazzling to keep suspicions low and carry on through the night going unnoticed. Alejandro got dressed leisurely, treating this like a normal date. As if that was what I had in mind. Then again, I don't think I'd ever confessed a word to him about my feelings. Rudy suspected it, so Ghost thinks. I personally think they're all full of shit.

"You're gonna fucking owe me big time." I warned him, looking at him through his mirror. He was fresh out of the shower and smelled like fresh cut roses. I tried to keep my gaze down, focusing on my own routine. I needed to look my absolute best, and the pressure's getting to me now. "And why's that?" He questioned, buttoning his shirt. i admired the pattern in the mirror, watching the pattern run down his side; a delicate rose pattern growing over his hip and across his chest. His shirt was shimmery under the lights, even just in our hideout. I watched it cascade over him, the roses almost as red as the lipstick I considered wearing. Jesus Christ, are we matching? "Because," I began, slipping on a headband to keep my hair out of my face. "We're going into dangerous territory looking like dancers." I lined my lips with a deep red pencil and filled in the gap. "That's correct." Such a smart-ass. I could feel his eyes on me, watching my every movement with a tender curiosity. "And we'll do it looking lavish. How else are we supposed to fit in?" He continued, deciding on a whim to leave 2 buttons undone on his chest. "Point taken." I replied, my gaze on him briefly. "What color?" I asked. I held up the eye shadow pallet in his direction and expected him to pick the first color he happened to see.

Alejandro walked over to me and leaned over my shoulder, right hand planted firmly on the table, his arm brushing my shoulder. "I like this golden color," he said, using his pinky to gesture. "And this one," he pointed to a deep, coffee color. "I think that'd look absolutely ravishing." His voice lowered suddenly, setting my skin on fire. I could feel traces of his warm, minty breath against the top of my ear. I cleared my throat and dipped my brush into the colors. He remained in that exact position and watched as I padded and blending the colors onto my lids. I used the opportunity to glance at his chest, I mean the front pattern on his shirt. "I like your shirt." I said without thinking. "I like your makeup." His eyes gazed into mine, his honeyed eyes almost cutting into me. I turned my head away to catch the clock, the hands frozen in time. I look back at him, his eyes still searing into mine.

"And I like the red. It makes your lips look pretty." For as long as I've known him, his grin was crooked and now was no different. I'd wager to say it was even worse now. I roll my eyes, fearing they'd get stuck in my fucking head. It appears I'm stuck with him all night. He leaves my side yet again, my eye travels up his legs to his back, admiring the pattern. If I'm honest, he didn't look horrible. No, he looks drop-dead gorgeous. That shining, ebony hair, that warm, amber skin, and the way his eye eyelashes kissed his under eyes when he blinked. I could go on. His hair is the blackest black I've ever seen, he keeps it cut, but I can tell it'd be so beautiful grown out. He has a roughness to him, his work hardened him, but I can see slivers of his compassionate heart slip out. He doesn't hide it, but he is selective. "You look beautiful," he spoke. I turned to him, my face half finished. My lips are painted blood-red, gold sparkles donning my eyelids, the only thing missing from them was the mascara. His pants fit perfectly over him, I'll leave the rest to the imagination.

I bite back a smile, but I can tell he's watching my lips curl into a grin. It's uncontrollable, there's something about him, I can't quite put my finger on. "Gracias." I replied. I'd only learned bits of Spanish from Alejandro, which I knew he appreciated. He slicked back his hair with a bit of gel, a few rebellious strands fell over his eyes. "Meet me outside when you're done. I'll hook your mic up then." I nodded. Part of me wanted to look good for him, the other part of me questioning why it needed to be for him specifically. I'd never hear the end from Rudy.

I grabbed the pair of shoes Rudy picked out for me, a black kitten heel. Easy to walk, dance, and potentially run in. The dress was the hardest part, but I chose a burgundy dress, something simple, classic, and something I could make a getaway in. There was a knock at my door, a gentle one at that. "Come in."

"Y\N. Alejandro esta esperando." Rudy spoke. "English, Rudy." He cleared his throat. "Alejandro's waiting for you." His gaze lingered on me, a tender sparkle in his eyes. "You look nice. Very pretty. Trying to impress Alejandro, eh?" I rolled my eyes yet again this evening. "I'm trying to pass as a rich woman, you know, the kind of woman who - I don't know - hangs around Narcos. Or maybe I'm just trying to impress you?" I smiled at him, slipping my shoes on. "Mind zipping my dress?" Perhaps my timing wasn't good, or maybe it was just right.

"Sí, señora." I could feel the warmth of his hands against my shoulder as he zipped me. He was gentle and sweet to be surrounded by violence.

"You've succeeded at impressing me, carino. Alejandro will feel the same way. Come, let's get this over with." He took his hand in mine and walked me to the door, opening it for me. I felt like such a snob, but I knew Rudy would have done this regardless. The base's floor was filled with ridges, my heels wobbling. I threw my arm over Rudy's shoulder as he helped me down the step, I'd never seen this side of him before. "Watch your footing, there's some unevenness in this floor." He walked me down the final step, the door to the outside cracked open. He held my hand as I stepped down, he allowed me in the door first and shut it behind us. I looked back to him, he followed close behind. "Let me hook this," Alejandro suddenly called out. "Turn around."

I turned my back to him, and before he unzipped my dress, he peered around my shoulder and looked into my eyes, before asking a simple question. "May I?" Such a simple question made my heart leap into my throat. "Yes, of course." He slowly unzipped the back and hooked a cold metal piece to my bra clasps. "Feed that through," he snaked a microphone wire through my shoulder strap and allowed me to place it on my chest. He zipped my dress back up and everything appeared normal. "I should have told you before, but you'll need to wear this." He handed me a black ski mask. "Our faces need to be hidden, you'd be surprised who shows up here... police, military, politicians. Hide your identity, carino."

I slipped the mask over my face, Alejandro following shortly after. His eyes were enhanced with the black cotton against his skin. Deep and full of luster, he made eyes for Rudy. "Okay. Let's go. The defector guards will let us in, we act natural, leave. Easy enough." Rudy nodded. "Be careful, Alejandro." I could tell Alejandro smiled back at Rudy, watching his eyes light up. He patted Rudy's arm before taking my hand under his arm. I never realized his stature from this angle, he walked beside me, long legs sauntering forward, his shoulders straight as the day is long. He's tall. He's strong. He's... Alejandro. And for the night, he's my Alejandro. Mine. "You need to order me a drink." I chuckled. "What makes you think I won't?" He looked at me, his smoldering eyes burning a hole in my skin. His gaze was lingering, like the taste of sweet wine, or a tangy after-taste of a cold beer. He perked a brow before driving us to the Event.

"Rudy, this is Victor 1-1, how copy?"

"Copy, Victor 1-1. I see you down at the entrance. Rodriguez and Roza are at the door, get in, get out."

"Solid copy. Out here." Rudy chimed into my earphone. "How copy?" "Solid." I replied. I made eyes with the defectors as we entered, our faces shielded with the dark shadows of anonymity. Alejandro took my hand in his and spun me around with ease, the ends of my dress twirling around me. He caught me in his arms, his right arm looped around my lower half. I could see his eyes smiling under his mask, his eyelashes kissing his skin. He spun me around in the opposite direction and I melted into his movements. I was at a full arm's length from him before twirling back in. I felt my heart race, not from the dancing, but rather who my partner was. "Atta girl," he spoke quietly. "You're a natural." His hands were rough against my soft ones, how we contrasted. Music played and all I could focus on was Alejandro.

We didn't speak often, his body speaking with mine in our own secret language. He pulled me close to him and gazed into my eyes, his eyes lazily opened. It was hard to look at him, at his deep brown eyes. They were soul crushing. The kind of eyes that hurt to look at they were so mesmerizing. I hope, deep down, he felt that way about mine. I turned my face from his to look at the pair of guards watching the room. "No," he said suddenly, his voice dropping to a low murmur. His hand snaked under my chin, holding it in place. "Look at me, look into my eyes."

He was at an advantage. All I could see were his eyes. His hand trailed to my arm, and to my hand. His fingers interlocked with mine and it felt so natural. Like he was supposed to be there. "You look beautiful," he said. I don't know if this was his way of keeping suspicious low, or he was being honest with me. I'd upset myself if I thought about it too long. "I mean that. I don't think I've ever seen a woman so beautiful."

I chuckled. "You can only see my eyes, Alejandro." He spun me under his arm before pulling me close again. This time, I was flush against him, one hand in his, the other around his shoulder. "Even before this, when I saw you getting ready. Even now, I feel myself getting sucked into your eyes." Jesus, the feeling was mutual. "Even if I can only see your eyes, they're beautiful." I could feel him leaning closer as he spoke. He could sweet talk well enough, enough to make me forget the surrounding danger. Was that his goal? "I know you're nervous," he said quietly. "This is new territory. Do you trust me?"

I knitted my brows together as we slow danced. "Do you?" He asked again. I felt his energy darken. He raised his eyebrows at me, his gaze sharper than a razor. "I do. I trust you, Alejandro." He took a quick glance at the other dancers around us, they were spaced out and mostly stuck with their own. Another glance at the guards, who now took no interest in the crowd. As his eyes looked away from me, I noticed the lines under his eyes and how deep-set his eyes were. "Tell me again." I paused, my hand resting on his back. "I trust you. I do. I trust you, Ale.

I watched as his eyes gloss over the target walking beside us. He shifted us closer to the man, he wore an ivory suit and a crimson red tie. I could tell Alejandro smiled under his mask. He twirled me under his arm and as I stepped away, I secretly recorded the conversation at the table. They spoke in Spanish, I could make out some of it, but I'd leave that to Alejandro. He looked at me like he was looking at a meal, a juicy steak and mashed potatoes. Even still, his touch was not that of a hungry beast. I danced slowly, I needed to be next to him, mission be damned. I tried not to look at him with desperation in my eye, or the raised eyebrows that always gave me away. I wasn't listening to the conversation, I was too busy focusing on my dancing. Alejandro's eyes narrowed when the man in question began speaking about elections. He pulled me in, his muscular arm looping around my hip. "We have what we need," he whispered. He pulled my arm carefully, leading me away from the table.

"Rudy. We're leaving soon." He whispered into his microphone. Rudy gave the affirmative. I don't know what I expected from Alejandro at this point. He was confusing, or maybe I just didn't... I don't know.

"Come," he said. I followed him through a small crowd, the scent of tequila and citrus filling my nostrils. "I said I'd get you a drink." He stepped up to the bar, and I watched him order two tequila sunrise. He handed me one, our skin touching briefly. We talked out to the empty balcony, overlooking what seemed to be all of Mexico. He shut the doors behind us, blocking any noise coming from inside the building. He leaned on the balcony, his fingers holding the rim of the drink. "Dios mio," he said. "Mayors working with criminals to win elections. As if things couldn't get any worse." He took a small sip of his drink as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Alejandro."

He shook his head. "Don't be. I know this wasn't easy, but you did well. Better than you know." I stood beside him, our biceps brushing against each other. "I mean that." He said again. I overlooked the skyline, a watercolor sunset dripping down the sky. "Thanks, Ale. I... I didn't... Never mind." Alejandro turned to face me. "Que? What's the matter? You didn't...?" He trailed off, his eyes searing into me again. I lowered my gaze, bringing my left hand behind my back. "I'm listening." I hated when he said that, not because I didn't want him to listen, but because it was overwhelming to know he was listening, that he cared about the things I said. "I didn't think I could manage this." Alejandro grabbed my chin, softly tilting my head up to look at him. "I never doubted you. Not even for a second." He stared into my eyes, his gaze steady. I wanted to look away so badly.

When I did look away, he spoke to me. "Mirame. Why don't you ever want to look at me when I'm talking to you?" He knew the answer to that question. His voice lowered, his body closing in. "Why? Tell me. I'm listening to you." I was about to kill him, the way he spoke so softly and tenderly, made me want to back-hand him. He knew why I never looked at him, he knew! "You know." I broke out. "Do I?"

Yes, you did! He was painfully close to my face now, his hand still gently wrapped around my chin, his other fingers resting on my neck. I couldn't tell if he was going to kiss me or not, but if he wasn't, he wasn't doing a good job at convincing me otherwise. "I hate looking at you because you're stunning. You look at me like nobody else, you look at me like I'm someone. Like I'm important. I hate looking at you because your eyes burn holes in my soul, you know what you do. You look at me like I'm a sunset." I felt myself rambling, but I didn't care. He let me rant and rave a romantic tirade. "You...! You drive me crazy with your kindness, your bravery, I hate that about you, you know? You're the best person I know. You're... you're... you're just...!" For some reason, I found myself getting angry.

Before I could finish, I tasted the tequila sunrise on his lips. He kissed me. He really kissed me. I didn't pull away, and neither did he. I placed my hand on his clothed jaw, wishing I was feeling the roughness of his stubble, or the texture of his scarred skin. Still, he didn't pull away. He kissed me deeper than an ocean, and softer than a summer breeze. His hand inched up my back, halting at my shoulder blades. He slipped his hand under my ski mask to feel my hair. I knew I needed to stop myself now, Rudy and Co. were waiting for us. I started to pull away, but he pulled me back in to devour me like the beast I saw only moments ago. "Alejandro," I managed to say between kisses. "Alejandro...! Stop... I... We can't leave the others waiting."

Alejandro instantly stopped when I asked. He still held his lips near mine, a few inches of space between us. "Is that the only reason you asked me to stop?" I paused, slowly looking up into his eyes. "What if I said yes?"

"Then we'd leave right now, regroup, and I'd pick up where we left off."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. This time, I leaned in to kiss him. He kissed back softly, a sigh of disappointment escaping him when I pulled back. "Then let's go. Rudy's waiting for us."

[magpiefngrl]

22, 23, 33, 37 for the writing asks <3

Hey there, anon! Thanks for the awesome questions!

22. What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

Yes, what is it?? Science should answer that lol

The only ships that generate this obsession in me are the non-canonical ones. I'll read canon ships, sometimes, but with the exception of wangxian, I don't get obsessed with them. If a ship is canonically together, then I feel fulfilled. Damen and Laurent are happy in canon, I'm satisfied and I feel the sense of completion. I might (rarely) read AUs or a PWP but canon-set fics don't interest me much.

With non-canonical ships, it's like there's an inch that I need to scratch again and again and again. An unexplored potential that is so vast that I need many many stories to explore the depths and breadths of it. Their getting together could've happened a million different ways: perhaps during a canon event, or maybe post-canon when one becomes a bartender or a spy or a recluse or a pop-star. There isn't an official version so I need all the other versions, every single one.

23. Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

I'm not sure if the question is which one I prefer writing or which one I find easy, but the answer is both. More or less. Not easy in the sense that I get them right the first time, but they're both elements I enjoy working on. I love the challenge of giving a short but evocative description of the setting and I tend to include descriptions in my stories. I do appreciate fics with a strong sense of setting.

I'm also a huge fan of dialogue and I spend a lot of time working on it. In Hush, darling, I spent a good two hours editing six lines of dialogue. But when I got them right, the feeling of satisfaction was immense. They conveyed precisely what I wanted them to. I pay a lot of attention on dialogue while reading, too. It's not easy to get it right or to make it stand out, but some people are fantastic at it.

The thing I don't find easy: plot.

33. Give your writing a compliment.

Ugh this isn't easy. I'd say that I write decent dialogue. I think I'm good at that.

37. Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

I do, both before and during, if necessary. Not for the short fics--many of those are a case of sitting down and getting 2-3k out on a doc and then posting it.

But for the longer fics I've often done research. There are two types of research I do: the first, before I begin writing, is more a gathering inspiration activity. I'll try to find a song to capture the mood I'm going for, look at art and photographs of settings and landscapes to be inspired, let myself wander and browse and see what clicks. This is something I do enjoy.

The second type is the actual research, as in looking up a specific piece of information like what kind of plants grow there, or the average rainfall in wherever. In The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy I did LOADS of research, and it's one of the features of the fic. Even in 9 ½ Days, which doesn't require much research, I did spend a fair bit of time examining the google maps of an area where my characters wandered in.

I don't find it boring per se. I feel I need to do it and I do it, I don't have a lot of feelings about it. If I do get bored by something I'm researching, I usually give up and avoid writing it. Life's too short for boredom.

yet another writing ask

[borahae-777]

The Truth Untold -- Chapter 19: Save Me, I Am Being Punished

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook, Yoongi x Jimin

Word Count: Fic in progress, 196k so far. 3k-5k per chapter

Chapter Summary:

Jungkook looks down at his lap, embarrassed. He knows that Yoongi is right, he always is. He may be a bit blunt, but it needed to be heard. He hears a throat clear and looks up to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, hand on the doorknob. They were so wrapped up in their conversation they somehow didn’t hear him come in. They’d set a rule about no longer needing to knock once they’d gotten back together. Jungkook wonders now if that was a good idea.

“What exactly have you been keeping from me, Jungkook?”

Warnings: Eventual Smut, BDSM, 18+, MxM

The next day, Jungkook hears a knock at his door and jumps out of bed, knowing that it has to be Taehyung. He considers opening the door naked, giving his boyfriend a thrill, but decides against it in case anyone else is walking by. He swings the door open with a grin on his face and stops in his tracks when he sees Yoongi.

“Hyung! What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in and talk, Jungkook?”

“Of course, but Taehyung is on his way home from practice so he may interrupt us depending on how long of a conversation this is.”

“That’s fine. This is important. Namjoon talked to me about what happened to you in Taiwan. Don’t be upset with him, he didn’t have much of a choice after he met with the company again. He needed someone to bounce ideas off of.”

“I’m not upset. I trust Namjoonie-hyung, I know he wouldn’t break my confidence unless it was necessary and you don’t really count. I usually tell you everything. What did the company say?”

“‘They gave him a list of people who they believe to be suspects. The issue is…one of them is Dae-Hyun.”

“That’s silly. It can’t be him.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily discount the possibility, but the reason I’m telling you this is I should really talk to Jimin about that. Dae-Hyun is his friend and he needs to decide how he feels about it and whether he should send him a warning about being investigated. I didn’t want to tell him without your permission.”

“I appreciate that, hyung. You can talk to Jiminie. I really should have told everyone at the beginning, but Namjoon-hyung told me to let him handle it first.”

“That leads me to my other question, did you tell Taehyung? I’ve spent a lot of time with him working on The Truth Untold and I’m surprised he didn’t bring it up unless you asked him not to.”

“I-I didn’t tell him. His biggest fear has always been exposure and the fallout that would bring. Things have been so great, I couldn’t bring myself to shatter it.”

“Kook, that’s a bit selfish of you. He deserves to know, it impacts him directly. Relationships are not fairy tales. They’re conflict and hard work and struggle sometimes. You have to communicate and sometimes you have to deal with strife. What matters is how you pull through things as a unit.”

Jungkook looks down at his lap, embarrassed. He knows that Yoongi is right, he always is. He may be a bit blunt, but it needed to be heard. He hears a throat clear and looks up to see Taehyung standing in the doorway, hand on the doorknob. They were so wrapped up in their conversation they somehow didn’t hear him come in. They’d set a rule about no longer needing to knock once they’d gotten back together. Jungkook wonders now if that was a good idea.

“What exactly have you been keeping from me, Jungkook?”

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Jimin is stretching in a practice room when Yoongi finds him. He stands up to plant a kiss on his lips and frowns when he sees the serious look on his face. This must not be a happy visit. Jimin starts to feel jittery, he doesn’t want anything else thrown at him right now.

“Hey Jiminie, sit down for a second, okay?”

“O-okay, come over to sit on the mat with me.”

“I want you to listen to the entire story before you react, alright? Don’t panic.”

“You’re scaring me, hyung. What’s going on?”

“In Taiwan, someone left a note on Jungkook’s hotel room door. It was essentially proof of his relationship with Taehyung, something taken from Jungkook’s dorm room. He panicked and went to Namjoon with it. Namjoon sat down with Bang and private investigators were hired to look into who was with us in Taiwan and also had access to the dorm. Yesterday, he gave Namjoon seven names. One of those names was Dae-Hyun.”

Jimin’s stomach drops at the name of his former friend. Before that phone call he would have insisted that it was impossible, but Dae-Hyun had sounded distraught and said he had something important to talk about. What if he was going to confess to something that involves that note?

“Wait, how did Namjoon-hyung talk to Bang about the note? Isn’t that exposing the relationship to the company?”

“Namjoon went to bat for the boys a little while ago and Bang agreed to let them date and let them continue their normal fanservice.”

“That’s…kind of amazing. Do you think that would be extended to us too?”

“I’m not sure, Jiminie. We need to tell the others first, but right now we need to focus on this Jungkook issue. He has been terrified and I don’t know what you want to do with this information. Do you think Dae-Hyun could have done this?”

“I don’t know. Recently he called me and essentially ‘broke up’ with me, telling me that he really likes us all and that I deserve much better. He tried to explain why, but I hung up on him. I didn’t want to hear his excuses. He also approached me at Gocheok to try to explain and I blew him off then too.”

“Why would he do that out of the blue? Is that why you’ve been weird lately?”

“I thought I was hiding it pretty well, but yes. Everyone leaves, Yoongi. I’m exhausted. I have no idea why he did it but I suppose I should have let him explain. I’ll see if he can meet me tonight and maybe it’ll give us some insight into whether he’s involved in the scandal. If I feel he’s definitely not, I’ll warn him he’s being investigated. It’s the right thing to do.”

“That sounds like a good idea. Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. Can you just sit with me for awhile?”

Jimin curls his body into Yoongi’s and they both fall backwards, intertwining completely. This is the only place Jimin feels safe anymore, in the arms of the man he loves. He knows they have more hurdles ahead of them, but he’s positive he can do anything with Yoongi holding his hand.

********

“I’m waiting for an answer, Jungkook.”

Taehyung is sitting at Jungkook’s desk, staring at his boyfriend still sitting on the bed and refusing to meet his eyes. He didn’t catch all of his conversation with Yoongi, but it’s clear that Jungkook has been lying about something and it has to do with being outed. Taehyung feels like he’s going to crawl out of his skin. He’s not sure if he’s more upset about the secrecy or the threat to their livelihood.

“Tae, I-I wasn’t trying to keep secrets. Namjoon-hyung advised keeping it to myself for now, so I did.”

“No, you don’t get to pass the blame over to him. You’re your own person. I know you look up to him, but that doesn’t mean he’s always right. This isn’t how relationships work, Jungkook. You need to talk to me. This won’t work if you can’t communicate.”

“Okay. Well. When we were in Taiwan, I left my room to head to yours after hanging out with Dae-Hyun like we’d planned, but there was something taped to my door. It was the note you left on my pillow after our reconciliation. I’d pinned it to the corkboard in my dorm room. Yet it was somehow taped to my door in Taiwan. I panicked and went to Namjoon-hyung immediately.”

“What?! Jungkook, how could you keep something like that from me?! That is a huge deal and it impacts us both. We’re being blackmailed! Or threatened! Or who knows what! We need to deal with this.”

Taehyung starts to hyperventilate and his body breaks out in a cold sweat. He feels lightheaded and fuzzy. He puts his head between his knees and takes as many deep breaths as he can. He can’t have a panic attack right now.

“Tae, it’s being handled. The day that Namjoonie-hyung went to Bang and got permission for us to be together, he told him about the note. Bang had a private investigator make a list of suspects and they’re all being watched now. All members of our staff…except one is Dae-Hyun.”

“Dae-Hyun? No. It’s not him. Jimin would be crushed. He can’t know that unless it becomes a sure thing.”

“It’s too late, Yoongi-hyung is with him right now filling him in. It’s important that Jimin knows, Tae.”

“He’s not going to take it well. Fuck. Everything is such a mess. Jungkook, I need some space. I don’t know how I’m feeling right now, I just know I’m fighting off a panic attack. I need to think about all of this. I can’t believe you kept all of this from me, especially when you know my fears about this exact scenario.”

“That’s exactly why I didn’t say anything, I was trying to protect you.”

“No, you were scared. I’m not saying you shouldn’t have been, but you didn’t keep it a secret for my sake. I deserved to be told. Love is putting each other first. Love is honesty and communication. Love is selflessness and respect.”

“L-love?”

“Forget it, wrong choice of words. The point is that I don’t know if I want to be in a relationship that isn’t built on honesty and trust.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“No, I’m not leaving you. I’m just leaving the situation for a while. I’m so upset with you, I don’t want to be around you right now. Just give me some space.”

Taehyung storms out of the room, trying to ignore the sob he hears break from Jungkook’s chest behind him. Every cell in his body wants to run to him and cuddle the pain away. He knows he can’t. He needs to be strong right now and take this stand. If they’re going to have any chance of making this work, Jungkook needs to understand why this isn’t okay. Taehyung closes himself in his room and hides his face under his pillow.

He finally lets go and his body starts to violently shake. What’s going to happen to them? What does this mystery person want? This could bring the sky crashing down on all of them. They’ve been so selfish choosing their relationship over the well-being of everyone else. He doesn’t want to be the reason everyone’s lives get ruined.

He can feel the edges of his vision going dark, he usually hates this part. Yoongi taught him how to work through his panic attacks so that he doesn’t pass out, but this time he half wants the darkness to engulf him. It seems better than sitting here letting his mind run wild. He surrenders, falling into blissful silence.

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After he fulfills the rest of his schedule and eats dinner, Jimin returns to the practice room at the company building. Dae-Hyun had agreed to meet him to talk, but he didn’t want to invite him to the dorm. This conversation will be painful no matter what it entails and Jimin really doesn’t want to deal with it. He’s doing this for Jungkook and Tae, he doesn’t care what reasoning he hears. He’s not going to agree to rekindle the friendship.

He hears a knock on the door and looks over, forgetting that he pulled down the privacy curtain. He stands up out of his chair and goes to open it, his palms clammy. He’s trying not to show how nervous he is, but he knows his emotions are always written all over his face. He takes a deep breath and opens the door to see Dae-Hyun standing there. His hair is a fresh shade of brown, replacing the bleach blond that he had the day they met. Jimin prefers the blond.

“Hi. Come in.”

“Thank you for agreeing to talk, Jimin-ssi. I can’t begin to explain how grateful I felt when I saw your name pop up on my phone.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m willing to hear you out, but I can’t promise you it will change anything at all. You completely bailed on me out of the blue. You didn’t have the respect to say it to my face.”

“I was worried if I saw you, I’d never be able to go through with it. I’m sorry, Jimin. I think I was right, looking at you now I’m mad at myself for ruining our relationship. I have a lot to tell you, but I don’t know where to start.”

“Start with the most important part first.”

Dae-hyun nods, looking completely unsettled. He’s jumpy and jittery, wringing his hands together. He opens his mouth several times, but snaps it shut before any words come out. Jimin is starting to feel irritated. This is the other man’s chance to be truthful and he can’t seem to manage it. He turns to sit back in one of the chairs and wait, impatient and growing angrier by the second. He only makes it a few steps before he feels a hand on his arm stopping him. He turns around to Dae-Hyun standing very close to him with silent tears running down his cheeks.

The emotion painted across his face is raw and real. Jimin melts a little and reaches his hands up to wipe the tears away. Dae-Hyun’s hands come up to cover his and he leans forward, pressing their lips together. Jimin freezes like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do and completely thrown off guard. He doesn’t move a muscle, hoping the other man will recognize the awkwardness and back off. He can’t seem to bring himself to push him off. Thankfully, the clear discomfort separates the two. Jimin immediately wipes a sleeve across his mouth.

“What the hell, Dae-Hyun?”

“I’m-I’m so sorry Jimin-ssi. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. You’re incredible. I watch you work your ass off, I’ve listened to you talk about your incredibly brave past, I’ve watched you dance on stage like you’re water in human form. You mesmerize me and I knew that if I saw you again something like this would happen, I figured leaving was the better option. I’m not a good person, Jimin. I’m not the person you deserve. I know that, but I was selfish and kissed you anyway. I’m so sorry.”

“You’re right, that was selfish. That wasn’t explaining anything to me. Did you leave because you have feelings and I don’t? I could have understood that. It wouldn’t have changed the way I cared for you as a friend. Everyone was really starting to connect with you and you just entirely cut yourself off from us. You may have shit to work through, but you’re not a bad person.”

“I wish that was true, Jimin-ssi. I’ve done some terrible things and it’s time I came clean about them. The story starts with my family. My mother is dying of cancer and we can’t afford the treatment. I’ve changed jobs so much so I could try and find any way possible to pay to save her life. Eventually, I was approached by one of the Big 3 companies with a proposition. They’d cover every penny of my mother’s treatment if I could uncover a gay relationship within BTS. They had heard enough rumors to be certain that there was something going on.”

Jimin’s eyes widen in horror and he feels tears heavy at the back of his eyes. Everything he knows about Dae-hyun was a lie. A persona to gain their trust…and it worked. They’re all so fucking naive.

“So how much of this was even real? The friendships? The time spent with the others individually? Why kiss me after all that? Is everything you do just a manipulation tactic to get the information you want?”

“Everything was real. I was the real me. That’s why I was so grateful when you all took me in, I felt like I finally had the possibility of having a true group of friends. That’s why I bailed, I couldn’t do this anymore. You’re all such amazing people and I couldn’t continue to spy on you. It got out of hand in Taiwan. Do you remember the night I got too drunk at the dorm and slept in Jungkook’s room. There was a love note from Taehyung pinned to the corkboard and it seemed like hitting the jackpot. I pocketed it and then when I went to Jungkook’s hotel room in Taiwan to have drinks, I stuck it to the door before I entered. I think that was my attempt to warn him and show that I wasn’t going to play the company’s game anymore.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. Warn him? Show you’re suddenly a good person? That note devastated Jungkook and it caused ripples throughout the group. You risked us all. What if the staff had seen it first? Did you think for one second about anyone but yourself?”

“Of course I did! I thought about YOU, Jimin! I’ve never been homophobic like much of our country, but I’ve always been a bit uncomfy about it. I was hesitant to take the job because I knew it was a homophobic mission to shut down love and that felt wrong, but then my mom would pop into my head and watching her suffer made me feel like I would do anything in the entire world to help her.”

“So you took me into consideration and that’s why you said I deserved better than you in my life. Then you kiss me. Then you explain that homosexuality does make you a bit uncomfortable. You’re sending me so many mixed messages that I feel like you’re just making shit up on the fly.”

Dae-Hyun lets out a groan that’s almost a scream and starts yelling at himself under his breath. The only words that Jimin can make out are: “idiot”, “evil”, “coward”, and “learn”. He waits for him to finish, wondering what the rest of those awful sentences entail. He’s trying hard not to let his empathy control him, he’s itching to comfort the distraught man. It’s just who he is, he takes care of the emotional health of those he cares for. Finally Dae-Hyung seems to regain his composure.

“This is the hardest part about this, Jimin. I have always been a little wary of homosexuality. In this country, it’s forced so far out of the public eye that sometimes it seems so rare that it even exists. I’ve never really understood sex and attraction the same way as everyone else. I’m very particular and have no interest in sex for the sake of sex. I’ve been doing a lot of research and I think I’m what they call ‘demisexual’. Do you know the term?”

“Yes, of course I do, that’s all well and good, but what does this have to do with anything? I don’t have all night and frankly I’d rather be somewhere else.”

He winces a bit, wishing he hadn’t come off so bluntly. Maybe Yoongi is rubbing off on him (or rubbing off with him). That cheesy play on words would’ve made Yoongi roll his eyes and turn back to whatever he was working on. Jimin can’t help but let a soft smile grow across his face and let out a small sigh. This makes Dae-Hyun’s head snap up.

“See, that right there. I don’t know what you're thinking about right now, but it looks like strong affection. I never knew what that felt like. That’s embarrassing when I’m in my mid-20s. I think part of me started to resent the idea of a gay couple. I couldn’t even manage to pursue a socially accepted relationship and here they are, flaunting all our societal rules and traditions in order to be with the one they love.”

“Clearly you’re referring to Tae and Kook and yes they’re very cute, but they’re also very happy. Do you realize what you’ve done? You may have ruined not only their lives but all of our careers. Bangtan is a group of seven. Period. One goes down, we all go down.”

“I know and that’s why I’m coming clean to you now. Partially because it’s the right thing to do, partially because of my respect for you all, and partially to warn you. I told the company I work for that I couldn’t continue doing this. You’re all such great people and took me in with ease. I wanted to stay in that circle forever, really getting to know you all and building bonds. But I knew I couldn’t do that while I was spying on you. It was wrong in so many ways. So I broke it off.”

“Ha, so you decided to stop for your own selfish reason of wanting us around. It wasn’t so much about our feelings and our safety, was it?”

“You say ‘our’ like you have a personal stake in this situation.”

“Jungkook is my best friend in the world and Taehyung is my soulmate. You mess with any of the maknae line, you get the rest of us nipping at your heels. You never answered my question, what does this have to do with me?”

“I don’t know how you haven’t put the pieces together. You changed my perspective on everything. From that very first day in the cafeteria, you were so powerful and so intriguing. I knew we had to be friends. But after that, I started to feel this odd feeling in my gut whenever I’d see you, whenever you’d grab my shoulder, when you’d wink at me offstage. Suddenly I was thinking about you a lot and realized I was the idiot who was falling for the friend he keeps getting closer to. The friend who introduced him to other friends. The friend who was extremely close to the two people I was trying to expose out of desperation.”

Jimin can’t say anything. His mind is a mix of shock, rage, and empathy. He wants to shake empathy right out of there. Dae-Hyun doesn’t deserve that, he put all of their lives in danger.

“After I got to spend some alone time with Jungkook-ssi and Taehyung-ssi, I realized how amazing they were as people and they welcomed me with open arms. I just couldn’t do it anymore and went to my bosses to call it all off. They were cruel and ranted about needing to bring the number one group down. I hate myself for what I did. Why I did it really doesn’t matter. I take responsibility for everything I did. I just can’t help but hope you can all find it in your hearts to forgive me.”

“Heh, not likely Dae-Hyun. If anyone feels even a fraction of what I do right now, they’ll hope you drown in quicksand. Nice and slow. Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go to a meeting with Bang PD-nim and tell him everything you just told me. Namjoon will go with you, you’ll tell him everything as well. He needs to halt the investigation on the innocent members of our staff and he will decide what it is he wants to do with you. After that, you’re going to come clean to the rest of the members.”

“The others? I thought maybe you could fill them in since I plan on hiding under a rock in shame.”

“This is your mess. This is your cruel act. This is your story to tell. It has to be you, you need to stop being a coward and be an adult. Own up to your shit. It’s the least you can do after the decisions you made.’

“You’re right, Jimin-ssi. It’s the right thing to do.”

“Good. Clean up. We’re going to see Namjoon right now.”