#Mai will enjoy being filled by the wild Alpha!

[the-genius-az]

Wild Azula!

Azula escapes from the asylum and goes into the forest and is never seen again, or so they said about the Alpha.

until a few years later rumors appeared saying that there was a violent and wild spirit that attacked the townspeople who went into the forest.

And some began to be cunning, they detected that the spirit appeared with a strong smell of ashes, making them avoid the spirit or, more likely, it was a serious mistake when the first dead person appeared, they provoked the wrath of a spirit.

Was it really a spirit...?

Mai, after breaking up with Zuko again, travels to that same town with rumors about wild spirits, thinking it would be fun to have a little adrenaline, and the Omega got bored easily.

And after preparing himself and investigating where the spirit was most located, he entered the forest, without waiting for his zeal to begin.

And she, furious, for being so careless with something as delicate as her heat, threw a knife at a log.

She ignored everything while she thought why that happened to her, her heat started a few months later, why did it come now? until her thoughts were interrupted when someone rushed towards her.

[wheneclipsefalls]

heyy , could you maybe write a Loak x male reader Drabble or sth where he acts like very dominant and bratty but his alpha knows what an submissive omega he truly his and puts him in his place ?

Masterlist I AO3

Pairing: aged up Omega Lo'ak x Alpha male oc

Synopsis: Lo'ak may have been born an omega but that doesn't mean he wants to act like one.

Warnings: omegaverse, explicit (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), anal, power imbalance. alpha/omega dynamics, punishment, dom/sub undertones, bondage, public sexual acts, swearing, etc.

A/N: Anon, sorry I didn't make it male reader simply because I am not very good at writing that perspective but feel free to insert yourself as the male oc. I hope you enjoy! Thanks for being patient <3

Taking the back route towards the village is longer, almost half a mile out of his way. For Lo’ak, however, his priorities today lie in not being seen. With today’s fiasco and now the awaiting wrath of his father, Lo’ak decides it is well worth the extra steps. He knows he was meant to join the other omegas for the special retreat, but there were better things that Lo’ak had found to occupy his time with than getting brainwashed into submission. 

He could imagine it now, all the eager and young omega gathering in a circle to fill the air with gossip and bashful talk of their alphas or potential mates. They most likely swooned and sighed while discussing the joys of being an omega. Surely passing around family recipes for healing ointments and weaving tricks followed. The thought alone makes Lo’ak’s stomach flip in adamant disgust.

It’s not that he finds anything wrong with being omega. That is, for others. Omega nature plays an important role in their clan and families, balancing out beta and alpha qualities until there is a harmonious blend of strengths and weaknesses, just as Eywa had intended. 

And that is great…for others. 

Lo’ak is not meant to be the submissive type. He has a wild streak and rebellious nature that has kept his parents and older brother running after him since the day he learned to walk. 

So that is how he knows that joining the omega retreat today would not only have been a waste of time but furthermore humiliated him as his incompatible personality would clash with that of docile omegas. 

That being said, he knows how important his participation in this retreat is to his father. Jake had pulled some special strings to get the event to occur months earlier than planned, a joint effort that his mate was sure to be in on. And it’s the thought of Ezar’s knowledge of his disobedience that has Lo’ak’s stomach twisting into knots. His patient, but strict, alpha who has put up with more mischievous antics and woos from an omega than perhaps every other alpha combined. There’s no telling what sort of lecture and punishment awaits him at home, so Lo’ak takes the most reasonable course of action. 

He hides. 

Although, he doesn’t prefer to call it hiding. It’s simply…spending some quality alone time. 

However, now it has been over five hours since he has eaten anything but wild berries, a problem that wouldn’t exist had he attended the retreat and partaken in the great feast there, so Lo’ak is driven back to the village by the sizzling scent of roasting meat. He’s strategic with his path, knowing better than to nonchalantly trot back for dinner and assume that his absence has not been reported. From this trail he is hoping to reach the outskirts of the communal fire, hidden by the growing shadows of eclipse and therefore able to snatch a piece of meat before cowering to safety once more. 

When he reaches the outskirts of the gathering, a cocky smile spreads across his face in triumph. His family can be seen on the other side of the fire, messing with Tuk’s tangled braids as she whines incessantly. There isn’t enough attention left for him, a fact that used to make Lo’ak angry but now has come to show endless benefits. 

It's when he braces himself forward to sneakily drag a piece of meat on a leaf plate back that Lo’ak feels the warmth of a hand gripped around the back of his neck. His airway isn’t cut off in the slightest but it’s firm just enough to set his omega instincts alight. A thumb swiping over his bonding bite gives the stranger away immediately. He is brought back to his feet slowly until he can feel the solid toned chest pressed against his upper back. 

“There you are.” Lo’ak tries to hold back the thrilled shiver that rackets through his body, the luring deep voice rattling his bones. A cloud of heated breath tickles at his prickled skin. “I just had a very interesting chat with your brother.” 

Neteyam.

Lo’ak has to admit that his older brother’s efficiency in tattling on him mere hours after his disappearance is impressive. A greater diligence than he would’ve expected, even from the golden boy himself. He glares an imaginary hole into the back of Neteyam’s head where his brother sits obliviously across the fire, rebraiding Tuk’s hair. 

“Well I know how much you two enjoy your Lo’ak gossip sessions.” He grits out between clenched teeth even though Ezar’s darkening makes his knee threaten to buckle. 

“Lo’ak.” His name is spoken as a hissed reprimand, enough to momentarily have Lo’ak biting his tongue regretfully. 

“You didn’t even bother to show up.” Ezar’s sigh sends goosebumps racing across his skin. Irritably Lo’ak swings the grip off his neck and turns to stomp away from the communal fire. He’s not surprised to hear thudding footsteps practically nipping at his heels. Ezar’s own shadow stretches over Lo’ak’s along the forest floor, spreading a wave of anxiety as his headstrong will and submissive nature clash. 

“If you didn’t want to go, then you should’ve talked to me.” Ezar snatches his arm, forcing the boy to spin on his heel. 

It’s true. Lo’ak mentally scolds himself for not reaching out to his alpha earlier about the issue, but somehow that realization only spurs on his rebellious spark to burn brighter. He has no desire to admit his own wrongdoings, stubborn pride prompting him to glare up at the alpha. There is a spark of challenge alight in his eyes as he feigns a nonchalant confidence and squares his shoulders assertively. It takes every fiber of his being to not heed the small voice in the back of his head urging him to shrink beneath that alpha’s intense glare. 

“I don’t have to report every detail of my life to you. I can go and do as I please.” Lo’ak’s chin tilts up in counterfeit confidence, ignoring the way Ezar’s head tilts jarringly slow.

“Is that so?” Ezar’s voice is as level and smooth as fine silk, a natural aura of ease radiating off of him tangibly. Lo’ak is surprised to see how quickly such a simple question sends warning bells ringing through his head. His throat physically strains in an effort to not visibly gulp as the older male prowls forward with fluid steps. 

They’ve played this game before. Somehow it always ends with Lo’ak backed up against a tree, trapped by his mate’s impressive physique till atoning words flow from Lo’ak’s lips. His heels twitch slightly with the natural instinct to step back with every progression of Ezar’s path. This time, however, he stops himself. He plants them forcibly in the muddy soil and imagines that they are held by the same concrete seen at Hell’s Gate. 

I am unmovable, Lo’ak mentally chants. 

“I don’t need an alpha babysitting me.” The omega is proud of how stern and steady his voice comes out despite his nerves twisting together into a tight ball. For a moment he lets himself imagine what an alpha would do, what his father does, what Ezar does, and he uses this knowledge to his advantage. His chest puffs out and hands naturally settle themselves along the dips of his hips, stance wide and rigid. 

Ezar laughs. 

That asshole laughs.

Not the usual carefree laughter that shakes the male’s chest after one of Lo’ak’s well played jokes. This sound comes out with an arrogant timber and amused smile that makes Lo’ak’s nails dig into his palm. He is caught between apprehension and anger as he stands there and purses his lips into an unintended pout. 

“Is that what I do, yawne? Babysit you?” Ezar drawls, trapping Lo’ak’s chin between pinched fingers. The alpha’s head tilts to the side and Lo’ak’s spots the glimmer of sharp incisors poking between the male’s tempting lips. It feels like a trap, one that the alpha is just waiting for Lo’ak to stumble into. Still, it’s too late to back down now. 

So Lo’ak does what he does best.

He digs in his heels. 

“Second only to your favorite pastime of bossing me around.” 

Lo’ak can practically feel the alpha’s hairless brow raise as they are nose to nose. Warm saliva pools along his tongue, sharp teeth aching to bite his bottom lip. Ezar’s even fall and rise of his chest presses the defined muscles against the omega’s own chest. Lo’ak prays to Eywa that Ezar is too distracted to notice the essence of his arousal whisper in the air. 

“And what alternative do you propose, omega?” Their lips brush together with every word coming from Ezar’s mouth. “You feel it better if I let you be in charge?” 

The alpha’s head shakes to give a fleeting eskimo kiss before dipping down to trace the curve of Lo’ak’s neck. The Sully boy struggles to lift his eyelids as a long kiss is placed directly over his mating mark. Ezar knows how sensitive the area is, how directly linked the physical depiction of their connection is to Lo’ak’s submission. Still, the omega bites his tongue and forces himself to look over his head, straight at the nearest tree. 

It becomes increasingly more difficult to decipher Ezar’s mood in these situations, something that alpha has used to his advantage. Lo’ak is under no illusion that he will wiggle out of retribution after the stunt he pulled today, but he craves to keep this charade going longer. He needs to see how far he can assert his own dominance. He is convinced that it is an effort made to prove something to himself, but deep down he knows it’s to challenge his alpha.

To see the real evidence that this man is worthy of his submission and trust. That no matter how hard Lo’ak fights and bites and drives the male to the edge, he will always put in the effort necessary to bring him into that tranquil state of abiding his natural instincts. To demonstrate that he will never be abandoned or forgotten. 

So with that in mind, Lo’ak clears his throat and manages to clearly say, “As I said, I don’t need someone else telling me what to do.” 

“Oh I see.” Lo’ak can feel the pull of a vicious smile etched along his alpha’s face as it trails upwards till they are cheek to cheek. Calloused fingers dance with a feather-like fragility over the omega’s hips and sides. “You poor thing,” comes the husky whisper against his right ear. 

“Being looked after,” The seductive touches drip lower. “Taken care of,” Lo’ak barely holds in a gasp as curved knuckles slowly trace the bulge in his loincloth. Heat like molten gold settles in his belly, fire steaming to reaching anywhere from his toes to fingertips. “All that coddling must be so infuriating for someone as independent as you, hm?”

Lo’ak’s posture falls to shambles with that large hand slipping past the waistband to wrap around his base. His hips buck involuntarily into Ezar’s grip. 

“Someone who would rather take care of things themselves.” The smooth glide of Ezar’s grip accompanies the words. The pad of his thumb drags over the head and Lo’ak finally gives into the urge to bite his bottom lip harshly. The omega’s cock is easily nestled in Ezar’s hand, being a considerable number of inches shorter than the alpha’s own. “No need to have some alpha take care of this pretty little cock, no?” 

Lo’ak panics slightly when he feels the male’s hand retreat, only to then be confused by his wrist being grabbed and pushed down the front of his own loincloth. 

“So then take care of it.” Ezar encourages. Forcefully wrapping Lo’ak’s hand around his small shaft before recoiling entirely.

As Lo’ak silently sputters, frozen in place, he mourns the loss of his mate’s heat and touch, who  now stands several feet away with his hands on his hips. Upon recovery, he gathers every tendril of fervent anger together to glower up at his lover. 

“Go on.” Ezar simply states with a wave of his hand. 

Lo’ak can feel the fever of his blushing cheeks spreading over to the tint the very tips of his ears, but he tenaciously keeps his brows furrowed and tempestuous filled eyes pinpointed on the smirking male. He is caught between getting himself off desperately and storming away to pout. His decision hinges on which one will express his indignation to his mate in the most profound fashion. Completely mortified, he finds his cock twitching in his palm, apparently unruffled by the predicament. 

Swirling between the two options, it seems that there is no legitimate strategy to getting what he wants while also maintaining his pride. 

So he lets the volcano of emotion erupt.

“Fuck you!” He spits, yanking his hand out and rushing past the looming alpha. 

A sharp shriek departs his lips as the root of his kuru is trapped and tugged harshly. He stumbles to find footing, only to fall back against his mate’s warm chest. Strained by the hold on his kuru and arm caging his waist, Lo’ak finally feels the reality of this trap lock into place. 

“How many?” 

Lo’ak’s ears immediately droop, unhappy to know exactly what the alpha is asking. 

“Five, sir.” He grumbles between barely parted lips. Hoping to work on Lo’ak’s overuse of foul language, Ezar had been rewarding every dirty word with five spanks. Some days it’s left Lo’ak with a red ass perceivable to the common eye, hiking up his attitude and embarrassment to new heights. 

“Good boy.” It’s the first sample of praise to leave Ezar’s lips that day and Lo’ak tries not to acknowledge the radiating relief he feels blooming in his chest. His jaw locks together and he refuses to show any hint of enjoyment at being praised, like some perfect little obedient omega. 

He’s toppled over one of Ezar’s propped knee in a flash before a quick succession of five hard spanks are laid down on his vulnerable behind. It’s impossible to keep his shrill cry in. Ezar’s upper body strength is greater than many Na’vi that Lo’ak knows. The alpha’s muscular biceps has Lo’ak drooling one day and begging for mercy the next. He wonders if he had been better at keeping a poker face during the first spanking he had ever received, if the alpha would still use it as the go to effective retribution. 

Swiftly Lo’ak is pulled back to standing in the alpha’s arm, face hiding against his chest as the omega tries to recover his composure. Ezar gently pats his head and Lo’ak frowns at how incredible the nonchalant touch feels. 

“Now, let’s go yawne.” 

“Home’s the other way.” Lo’ak protests as Ezar starts guiding them back the direction they came. Large hands squeezing his plush hips to steer him properly, the omega’s cheeks clench to keep the dribble of slick from coating his inner thighs. 

“I know. We aren’t going home.” 

Lo’ak’s feets slide against the slippery mud when he realizes they are returning back to the dining area. He’s sure at this point that there is at least a faint blush left upon his bare cheeks and even if  it is not so, he has lost all appetite. Or rather, all desire to be around others, especially his father who is yet to chew him out for disappearing. 

“I’m not hungry.” He twists to turn the other way but all that accomplishes him is being picked up with one arm around his waist and carried further towards their destination. 

“Funny, I don’t remember asking.” Ezar adjusts the omega in his arms till Lo’ak’s feet are kicking in the air. “Besides, it’s where you were headed in the first place. And since you’re in charge now, it seems only fair to return you to where you were found.” 

Lo’ak knows the fight is over. Every scrap of energy he had left to bait his mate has melted into a puddle of scorching desire spreading into every crevice of his body. 

Being forced to sit on his alpha’s lap was surprising, usually Lo’ak was at least afforded the choice of where he wanted to sit. Still, it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Or at least that is what he thought until he was shifted to have his ass lined up perfectly over Ezar’s growing bulge. The friction was almost non-existent but that didn’t seem to matter when it came to his omega hindbrain, especially after going all day without his mate’s presence or affection. 

It seemed all of this played perfectly into Ezar’s hand as his touch began to gently travel further and further up Lo’ak’s inner thighs. His own cock strained against the restrictive fabric of his loincloth, all too aware of the pleasure that was almost his minutes earlier. Ezar's affectionate touching was occasionally ramped higher with random kisses left on Lo’ak’s cheek, neck, mating mark, and shoulders. He didn’t plow ahead with brutal force to mold the omega back into a docile headspace, the alpha was too patient for that. He knew Lo’ak too well. 

So once ten minutes had passed with these torturous comforting and seductive touches mixed together, Lo’ak couldn’t handle the constant clenching of his hole and hunger for real intimacy therefore leading him to quietly beg for what his hindbrain had been purring for since Ezar first grabbed his neck. 

Naturally, Ezar complied…that is, technically. 

Lo’ak shifted once more, trying to angle his mate's massive length against his prostate but failing miserably. The rough texture of his mate’s hands smoothed over his plush thighs leisurely before pushing the omega’s hips back into place. Lo’ak recognizes the coppery taste of blood leaking from his inner lip, clamping down in effort to keep in his wanton moans. Time has warped into a frenzy of confusion, his thoughts only focused on the wicked desires thrumming through him. 

Sitting on the very outskirts of the gathering, the orange glow from the fire barely has a hold on the pair and it’s this thought that give Lo’ak solace. He’s tiptoeing the edge of humiliation, surrounded by his family and friends while Ezar is balls deep inside of him, casually lifting pieces of food to the boy’s lips. If only they knew the state he is held in, the true obedience that lies beneath his facade of teeth and obstinance. 

His nerves and arousal, however, weave together sinfully till the omega is confused about whether or not he would enjoy such a truth being revealed. It’s wrong and it’s risky, yet somehow it fuels the flames of his desire and therefore the ache of this torture as he is forced to stay in place. 

This is not what he envisioned upon begging for his mate’s cock sweetly. 

“Open.'' Another scrap of meat is held up to Lo’ak’s lips but he simply groans and throws his head back against Ezar’s shoulder instead. “Come on, you’re being so good for me. Why stop now? Don’t you want to make me happy?” Ezar coos against Lo’ak’s lolled head. 

Lo’ak’s not sure why that works, and he has no interest in investigating it further, but it does. His lips part slowly and he soaks in the whispered praise as he chews the meat with weakened stamina.The pattern continues with every bite reluctantly being pushed past his ips until his alpha has decided it’s been a sufficient meal. 

Still, he makes no motion to move. 

“Look at you,” The alpha’s voice resounds deeply into a purr. “Warming my cock like a good boy. I knew you had it in you, baby.” His toes curl into the dry dirt and he looks around to make sure no eavesdropping ear has caught the whispered praise. However, his diligence in masking their crude acts is quickly slipping, being replaced by the inherit need to be properly fucked by his alpha. 

Despite the throbbing of Ezar’s cock inside the warm channel of his hole, the alpha appears to be in no rush. He pacifies every hushed whimper with fond pets and kisses, enticing the omega’s body to completely fall back against him. After being repositioned for the fifth time, Lo’ak feels as if he is about to cry on the spot. Drafting pheromones betray his temperament, but instead of giving the boy what he really wants, Ezar softly guides Lo’ak’s face to nuzzle against his neck.

He can still hold on to the last bit of resolve it takes to not let physical tears fall from his golden orbs, but it’s shakable and wavering. Pressed against the part where his alph’s scent is the strongest, Lo’ak becomes intoxicated with the sensation. His body finally goes limp, apart from the occasional shuffling, and he allows himself to melt against his alpha. It’s been a long day and now the only thing that he is convinced will make him feel better is being filled with his alpha’s seed. 

It’s something Lo’ak would never dream of admitting out loud. On most days it takes considerable encouragement and patience on Ezar’s behalf to pry those words from Lo’ak’s lips in private. Sitting here, however, split open and on the brink of ecstasy after a long day, he’s having a hard time holding himself back from begging in front of everybody. 

“Such a pretty boy.” Ezar murmurs against Lo’ak’s temple, the omega’s signature front beaded braids rolling between them. The flat of his hand travels across Lo’ak’s chest, rolling over the boy’s nipples, bringing forth another muted whine and wiggling of hips. 

“Not fair.” Lo’ak gripes against his pulse. The painstakingly slow petting along his chest feels as if it is lighting his skin on fire, effectively causing a burning to ignite from the inside out. It’s the drag of Ezar’s hips moving for the first time that has the omega clamping down on the soft flesh above his mate’s collarbone. 

“What’s not fair, baby?” The silky braids twist around Ezar’s fingers as he lazily plays with them. “You said you should be in charge and I’m letting you. We ate dinner like you wanted.” Another kiss to his forehead, the skin warm against Ezar’s lips. “You wanted my cock and I gave you that.” The tone drops to a lower octave but Lo’ak no longer cares enough to check the safety of their private conversation. 

“That’s not what I meant.” He whines and turns further into the alpha but that only causes a new angle to be hit and another wave of pleasure to shake through him.

“Then tell me exactly what you want.” Ezar’s pelvis rolls forward, and like a hunter knows every inch of their weapon, his alpha knows exactly how to find his little bundle of nerves perfectly. Lo’ak’s mouth pries open in a silent scream, mind going blank for a prolonged moment. It’s only Ezar’s hand coming up to gently close his jaw that keep him from looking like a fucked out omega and ultimately blowing their cover. 

He shakes his head stubbornly, eyes clenched shut as he tries to regain some sort of mental clarity. There is no way he will be begging for his alpha publicly twice in one night. Knowing the explicit detail his mate will require, Lo’ak is hell bent to suffer in silence rather than risk humiliating himself. 

Or at least that is what he thinks, but as the pressure on his bundle of nerves increases and his alpha waits stubbornly for a response, he starts to wonder how much more of this torture he can endure. Were it any other night he would have already been fucked to half an inch of his life and snuggling close to his mate in their hut while sharing stories from their day. Some nights Ezar is kind enough to rub away the tension that gets lodged in his shoulders, a massage that to his credit is never put as a bargaining chip for anything in return. All of that sounds like a dream now. A dream he is desperately starting to consider sacrificing everything for.

Everything to finally feel him move. 

To finally be taken and broken down to his natural state, mask torn away and bare before his lover with nothing but the truth. To give in to his second gender and allow himself the luxury of being coddled and loved and sometimes being railed till he can’t walk. 

It’s difficult to remember why that was such a bad thing to want in the first place. 

“Come on, love. How am I supposed to let you lead if you won’t give instructions?”

A pained laugh leaves his lips without warning as small tears gather at the corners of his eyes. Ezar quickly shushes the boy and smooths his braids away from his glimmering face. Luckily the sounds are swallowed by boisterous laughter and chatter rippling across the clearing. 

“D-don’t-” He sucks in a sharp breath as the mushroom tips readjust against that special spot inside of him. “D-don’t want to say.” 

Ezar softly coos away the stream of whimpers that build within Lo’ak’s chest. The soothing caress of his mate and slight rocking motion he provides is enough to have the omega finally closing his eyes and letting the tears fall fully. 

“I know you don’t want to, baby.” The heavily accented drawl sings like a lullaby in the night, coaxing Lo’ak closer to the headspace that leaves him floaty and pliant. “Do you know how I know?” 

Shaking his head seems like an exhausting effort, but he manages. 

“Because I know you, Lo’ak.” Ezar circles his palm around the front of the omega’s neck, reveling in the spike of arousal that follows instantly. “I know what lies beneath that stubborn tough act of yours.” The alpha grins when he senses the familiar feeling of a slim tail curling itself around his calf. 

“Deep down you know what’s there too.” He shuffles his hips once more, acting as if it’s to reposition the omega’s weight on his lap. “You know that only I can touch you in the way you crave. That only your alpha can satisfy that yearning in the back of your head.” 

His thumb runs over the apparent mating mark and the loss of tension in Lo’ak’s body is tangible, almost visible in the dim light of eclipse. 

“There’s my sweet omega.” 

Lo’ak’s hips begin to rut back against the thick cock inside of him, brain too fuzzy to worry about the consequences both social and those from disobeying his mate. Luckily, Ezar takes that as their cue to leave. With careful planning he is able to subtly slip himself out of the boy when it appears that all other heads are turned. It takes a hand over his mouth to keep Lo’ak quiet enough, another arm to manhandle him as the omega tries to rut back against him as if he could somehow capture his length again.  

The crowd continues on in friendly conversation without a hitch. While carefully lifting the boy over his shoulder it appears that the rest of the Sully family has finally caught sight of them. Jake Sully gives him a respectful nod, and Ezar is quick to return it, their way of confirming that Lo’ak is in good hands. 

If there is one thing he has learned from his time being mated to Ezar it’s that the sight of durable leather cords means he isn’t going to get what he wants. 

Far past caring about the humiliation, Lo’ak tries to form an adorable pout and pretty words of apology as the alpha ties his wrists to the intruding tree branch in the hut, but the only answer he receives is a little coo and pat to the cheek. Now, laying here naked with his arms over his head dramatically and small cock twitching on display, he tries using the last bit of mental lucidity to find a way to flip the situation to his favor. 

His thought process however seems to be tangling into an inconceivable web as the alpha runs his tongue along his lower abs and hips. Each swipe ends with another sweet kiss placed slowly. In random patterns, these kisses are intercepted with a sudden pain that then blooms into a bite mark or purple hickey. Ezar has always been very intentional and particular about his placement of marks along his body. While some alphas have a hay day, driven by heated lust to cover their mate’s body till there is no doubt in anyone’s mind who they belong to, Ezar prefers a more tactical approach.

From the moment they mated, he has diligently scouted and mapped out every inch of the boy’s beautiful slim body. He takes note of the shifts in body language and noises at each point he has reached with teeth, tongue or hands. It’s in those special spots, the areas where Lo’ak’s eyes blow out and whimpers becomes a hushed whine, that the alpha choses to leave his mark. The benefits that profess from that decision always makes it pay off. During those random encounters in the days to follow with him brushing past those small marks, innocent to the common Na’vi eyes, but Lo’ak knows what it means. Another silent reminder of the alpha’s hold on his pleasure, and promises of more to come. 

Lo’ak doubts he will ever admit how many times he has had to find a secluded place to get off after these small interactions. 

Currently the victim of his mate’s aggressive teeth and tongue is the spot right above his upper thigh, mere inches away from his straining cock. It’s enough to have him bucking and kicking his feet and since the alpha does not appreciate efforts of throwing him off from his carefully chosen spot, the behavior is quickly nipped into a bud. Strong hands harshly pushing hips down and he repositions himself to capturing the boy’s legs with his flexed thighs on either side. 

Although the leather is soft, Lo’ak can already feel the imprints along his wrist from tugging relentlessly against the bonds. His skin is an inferno, heated to the touch. This condition is one that Lo’ak has only ever seen in himself during harsh heats and that revelation makes him realize what pathetic of a state his mate has truly put him in. 

Matters only worsen, when Ezar scales down his body and finally rises back to stand on his feet. Within a few fluid swipes of his hands, the male flicks his loincloth to the side, revealing himself fully to Lo’ak’s ogling gaze. 

“Just for a minute!” Lo’ak pleads, hands yanking at the bonds in hysterical fashion. 

“No, Lo’ak. You’ve lost the privilege to touch tonight.” 

And just like that Lo’ak is condemned to watch his naked mate with a God-like body loom over him seductively without the slightest ability to enjoy the toned muscles he is so fond of. 

Lo’ak knows he has been careless in laying his cards out on the table. From the moment they started courtship and then mating, he has underestimated Ezar’s knack for observation. It didn’t take the alpha long to realize how much Lo’ak enjoys gliding his hands over the smooth lines of his abdomen, even leaving his own hickies in trails adjacent to the toned muscle of his thighs. It’s one of the first things that the omega springs for when they are alone, and therefore the first privilege he loses after misbehavior. 

As much as Ezar yearns to see and feel his little mate worship his body, he is resigned to teach the omega a lesson. Besides, he finds that the stream of whimpers and glazed over glimmer in his poor boy’s eyes is almost as enjoyable as feeling his small fangs against his stomach. 

With his alpha prowling over him completely bare and taking his sweet time teasing his inner thighs once more, Lo’ak throws caution to the wind and yanks on his binds with all of his strength, sore wrists be damned. He needs to feel the smooth toned skin. He needs to sink his teeth into something. Or at least have his mate sink into him. Either would be accepted at this point. However, there is another danger to being tied up, and that is the twisted pleasure and hazy mindset that inevitably follows. 

Perhaps this makes him a masochist, but the tight capture and smooth leather against his wrists has always brought a rush. However, more than that it has provided an escape from his own mind. Submitting willingly is difficult for Lo’ak, his intrusive thoughts constantly second guessing whether or not it is pathetic of him to yield to an alpha so easily. The binds, however, eliminate this fear and self loathing. After all, he can’t hate himself for a situation that is not entirely his fault. He sinks into that feeling freely. Level by level he’s falling down into that swirling abyss where thoughts are muddled and worries drift away with the wind. 

Ezar grins like a Cheshire cat upon detecting the shift in demeanor, his sweet omega finally letting himself enjoy the pleasure of submission. The boy’s hands fall limp against the soft leather, and those beautiful golden eyes peek up at him through slitted lids. 

“That’s it, pretty boy.” Ezar is quick to reward the behavior with tender kisses peppered along his neck and cheeks till finally reaching his lips. Lo’ak’s mouth is warm and wet as his lips move lazily against the alpha’s own. The omega’s tongue sluggishly yields to whatever direction his own manipulates it into and when his teeth sink into the boy’s plump bottom lip, a wanton moan slips free. 

So delicate and soft beneath his touch, Ezar savors the feel of his mate preening close and shifting in whatever way he pleases. He’s putty beneath his hands, glassy eyes musing up at him with the smallest smile. Reaching down between his thighs, a rumbled growl vibrates his chest upon finding the area already dripping with slick. He rolls the sticky substance between his fingers and without bending down to put them close, he is able to fully breathe in the mouth watering scent of undisturbed desire. 

It’s moments like these that Ezar has to reel himself in, take a second to clear his thoughts and keep that primal beast inside of him at bay. In some ways it is easier to do so when Lo’ak isn’t fighting his every other word. Open rebellion has a tendency to stir his instincts into proving his claim once more, even if it is to his own omega. There are times for that, however, times where the alpha is smart enough to recognize that Lo’ak himself is the one to instigate it. 

For now, however, he is focused on slipping his pretty omega deep into subspace for as long as possible, showing him the true ecstasy that comes from being obedient for him. He prays to Eywa that tonight will be enough to keep the boy in line for at least a few days. If not, Lo’ak is sure to just egg him on for another rough railing that leaves them both satisfied and delirious. 

His eyes never leave his mate’s face as he situates the boy’s legs around his waist and trails a finger along his puckered hole. With the little strength left, Lo’ak’s legs cinch around him and try to bully his ass against Ezar’s heavy hanging cock. The alpha rolls his eyes fondly. Leave it to his little spitfire to find subtle ways to try topping from the bottom. 

Still wanting to draw this out to make a point, he uses one hand to skate his mushroom tips back and forth his mate’s plump cheeks and clenching hole. Their aroused scents are already coalescing in the air to create a beautiful essence of complimenting passions. The cold air chills the inside of his nose upon flaring his nostrils to greedily inhale more of that delicious aroma. It’s a perfume that the alpha has quickly become addicted to, possessive and delighting in the fact that he will be the only one to ever enjoy it in its full bloom. 

“Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Lo’ak sobs. It is then that he notices the tears sparkling along the omega’s dark skin, running fast enough to reach his collarbone. 

Ezar almost hates himself for acknowledging it, but his cock always strains and twitches at the beautiful sight of those tears. The way they flush against his reddened cheeks and create a dazzling glow over dazed eyes. His pretty little mate sobbing and on the brink of breaking, but only broken for him. Only him. This masterpiece to behold belongs to him alone. 

Lo’ak’s face is captured together in a firm grip, plush cheeks squishing beneath his fingertips, before he is being pulled slowly into a deep kiss. And then finally, finally, he feels the thick mushroom tip prod at his entrance, starting the path inside his gummy walls. 

It’s fascinating to Ezar how after so many times being filled and stretched, those slick walls still clamp around him like a vice, tight enough to require real force to get anywhere past the tip.  A pained groan is released into his mate’s mouth and his tail coils and flickers rapidly. Lo’ak’s random babbling and sobbing only serve as sensuous music to his euphoric pleasure. 

“God!” Lo’ak shrieks when he manages to make it an inch past the tip. The word still sounds foreign to the alpha, but he has picked up enough of the Sky Demon lingo to understand the heated emotion behind. 

“Had you sitting on my cock less than twenty minutes ago and your little hole has still managed to tighten up.” He breathes heavily into the omega’s neck. Lo’ak’s elbow almost hits his head while resuming his efforts to yank on the bonds. He contemplates scolding the boy for creating more unnecessary injury to his wrists but then the omega is clamping around him and Ezar has to use all of his control to not tip over the edge right then and there. 

Breath stuttering in his lungs, Ezar cools his zeal and slowly continues to glide forwards. Lo’ak on the other hand is fed up and tired of waiting. 

“Want it all! Please alpha please! Faster!” He cries uncontrollably and the alpha decides that his patience has run out too.

“Bossy little thing you are.” Snapping hips bring the tip racking against that sweet spot without stop or gentile. He wishes he had a camera to capture the absolute mess of sensations that flashes across Lo’ak’s face, almost as if he is buffering for a moment in time. Swollen parted lips, pink cheeks, blown out pupils, and those persistent two braids that Ezar is so fond of splayed across his sweaty forehead. 

He keeps his grip on his mate’s cheeks, forcing him to remain facing the alpha for his own viewing pleasure. 

Ezar pulls out to the very tip before slamming back inside and if that concoction of whimpers and dizzied expression that comes from his mate is not the most beautiful display to witness, he doesn’t know what is. He creates a sprinting pace, maliciously hitting that sweet spot over and over until Lo’ak is screeching with every assault. It takes considerable effort to keep himself from following his mate in getting lost through the haze of pleasure and lust. He allows himself the luxury of pounding away without a stop in zeal but only with a careful eye on Lo’ak’s reaction to every movement. 

This is meant to drive a point home, make Lo’ak realize what he is getting himself into with this disobedient behavior, but even Ezar knows that deep down this is what the boy wants. What they both want. 

So with that in mind, Ezar drives all of his energy into massaging that bundle of nerves with every thrust and pull possible. Lo’ak shakes and cries out in a ramble of incoherent nonsense. When the omega’s back arches upwards from the woven floor, those perky little nipples catch Ezar’s eye. Still relishing in the sensation of smooth velvety walls squeezing him for dear life, the alpha begins to lick a path upward from Lo’ak’s squirming pelvis. 

Their eyes connect for a moment, or at least the thin sliver of Lo’ak’s golden eyes that peek from weighted eyelids catch his own darkened stare. Lo’ak’s scent seems to grip him as hard as his rosebud clamps around his cock when he flicks his textured tongue out at the first nipple. The string of saliva shines on the boy’s skin from the swirling of his tongue around that already hardened point but it is only when he hears the sweet words “please alpha” fall from those plush lips that Ezar cinches his own around Lo’ak’s nipple. 

The thrust and pull of hips begin an electrifying rhythm with the suckling. Pull out, suck, slam back in, finish with a brief nip to the swollen area. It stirs Lo’ak’s hazy mind into a whirlpool of oversensitivity. He no longer recognizes what is his voice filling the air versus his alpha’s. Each ripple of pleasure along his nerves pulls him deeper and deeper into this mindless state while simultaneously bring him closer to completion. 

Grinning against the left nipple now, Ezar is pleased to note his omega’s pretty little cock poking at his stomach. He nestled the mushroom tip of length to press instantly at that special spot inside, resting there heavily without reprieve before languidly stroking the soft tanhi freckled length of Lo’ak’s member.

The boy comes undone with a cry that is sure to be heard back at the communal fire. He shakes and whimpers continuously as euphoria overtakes him and the sticky white fluid is painted between them. It takes the alpha’s pelvis pressing against the omega’s own to keep him in place during the orgasm and another hand at his wrists to prevent inflicting more red outlines. 

He tsks lowly, hand coming up to show the mess his little mate has made all over him. A hint of clarity finally ripples across Lo’ak’s face as he realizes his own mistakes. 

“C-can I cum, alpha?” 

Ezar laughs fondly, sharp teeth nipping at the boy once more to see him squirm. For a moment Lo’ak thinks he is off the hook, his mate having found humor in the slip up, but then he feels the length stretching him full begin to slide out at a sinfully slow pace. Their eyes connect once more and the Sully boy tries to give a wary little smile, he likes to think of himself as charming enough in the most difficult of conundrums. 

“A little late for that, don’t you think, little one?” 

And then they are starting again, the alpha railing him with uncontrolled ferver. Lo’ak is mortified to find his own cock already springing to life. Every tickle of his nerves feels like a zap of electricity in his overstimulated state. He goes to plea and beg, for mercy or more he is not sure, but soon his mouth is occupied with his mate’s long sticky covered digits. He suckles and groans around the fingers obediently. 

“Don’t worry, baby. We just won’t count that one.” 

Lo’ak’s heart rams against his rib cage at the thought of reaching an orgasm again so quickly. His muscles and energy are completely spent, having been bound up for hours and releasing all in one moment. He’s not sure if there is enough left in him to go again. That doesn’t seem to matter however. If there is one thing Ezar is, it’s relentless. It takes this level of determination to chase after his little omega day in and day out. A heavy hand to bring him back into line while also reassuring him that there is always comfort to be found in his arms. 

Struggling only causes him to gag and slobber over the digits while furthermore draining his energy, so Lo’ak finally gives in to the onslaught of sensations. Whispered words of approval along his ear cover him like a warm blanket, tucking his own reservations away easily. 

Ezar beams with pride down at his little mate. So docile and soft beneath him. Taking everything that is given to him with only muffled whimpers and hooded eyes. The sight alone has his balls tightening in anticipation. He’s held off for so long, longer than he would’ve imagined but this time he is determined to tip Lo’ak over the edge again first. Wouldn’t want the boy to get away with too much, Eywa knows he already gets too many mischievous ideas of getting away unscathed daily. 

“Still want to be in charge, baby?”

It’s a rhetorical question but Lo’ak gurgles around his fingers in efforts to respond. Chaste kisses are peppered over the omega’s face to shush him, two digits pressing down firmly on his tongue now. 

In the dim light of their candlelight hut, their shadows dance and stretch across the floor as the sound of primal grunts and slapping skin fills the air. Lo’ak can barely tell up from down let alone keep track of the time that passes, completely enraptured by his dominant mate pulling him closer to the point of ecstasy once more. 

That coils in his lower abdomen tightens at an alarming pace. His legs kick out and muffled words in search of permission slip past his filled mouth. Luckily Ezar requires no further clarification. He can feel the omega cinching around him, another key sign he has learned means the boy is almost past the point of no return. 

“It’s ok baby. Be a good boy and cum for me.” 

As expected that is all it takes to get him spasming beneath him in a wave of pleasure. In the midst of it Lo’ak feels a bloom of warmth erupt in his core. The familiar sensation of being filled to the brim spurs on his orgasm to prolong and erupt in an unfathomable amount of pleasure. Ezar groans out spewed words of praise and sensuous promises into the crook of his neck as he tries to keep his full body weight off of the boy. 

Fingers slip from his mouth slowly, tethered by a string of saliva, and Lo’ak gasps for air. The world blurs around him, making it feel close to an out of body experience as he floats in the post orgasmic haze. He barely registers the bonds being cut and drags of a wet cloth clean him up before his body is tucked against the alpha. The warmth of his skin is luring and his hindbrain is quickly obeyed upon releasing its desire to nuzzle close, to get drunk off of the heavy essence securing him safely in place. 

Ezar knows better than to try and speak sense into the omega at this point. Instead, he lets times pass leisurely as he admires his little mate close to passed out on top of him. 

Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for Lo’ak’s brain to come back online and with that comes the omega’s worries. Unsurprisingly, the first concern pressing at the forefront of his mind is his father’s reaction to the events of the day. Ezar, however, sternly quiets those concerns with promises of talking to Jake Sully in the morning. 

“Sleep now, my omega.” 

And Ezar is ecstatic to find him obeying immediately. 

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[atths--twice]

Day, Week, and Forever

Wanting to fill the silence in the car, Mulder asks Scully an interesting question.

I am always thinking about story ideas, living in my own head, and this came to me. I love thinking of the times when they were driving for miles and miles and what they would discuss in those moments.

Hope you enjoy it. ❤️

May 1999

“If you could be an animal, what kind of animal would you choose?” Mulder asked, breaking the current silence in the car.

“What?” Scully asked, turning her head to look at him.

“Enlighten me, Scully, and tell me the animal you would choose to be if given the opportunity,” he said with a grin, but then his expression changed as he remembered something and he scoffed. “And don’t say Eleanor Roosevelt’s beloved childhood cat or something as mundane as that.”

“What would be wrong with that choice?” she asked and he gave her a pointed look before turning his attention back to the road. “I’m sure if she had a cat it would be much beloved.”

“Boring,” he breathed as he shook his head and she laughed softly.

“Okay,” she said and he glanced at her as she shifted in her seat. “Am I this animal forever?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, am I picking said animal with the thought that I will forever be that animal or is this a one day type thing?”

“I don’t see the difference.”

“There’s a huge difference,” she said, crossing her legs as she looked at him, gesticulating with her hands. “I might not want to be one animal forever, but maybe… a couple different ones.”

He grinned and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he thought.

“Okay. Day, week, and forever. They can be the same or different. What would they be and why? Go.”

“Okay.” She turned her head and looked out the window, but then looked at him again. “Will I be safe?”

“What?”

“As this animal. Will I be safe? I won’t be prey for anything or harmed in any way?”

“Hmm. No,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re free to live your life as the animal of your choosing for the time period you’ve selected.”

“Good,” she said with a nod. “Then for the day, I’d like to be a fish.”

“A fish?”

“Mm-hmm. And not in a tank or anything. Out in the ocean.”

“Any particular species of fish?”

“Hmm… a parrot fish.”

“Okay. And why?”

“Because…” she said, a small smile on her face. “Well, the parrot fish in particular because I think they’re beautiful. Plus, they live in tropical environments, so the water would be warm.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a chuckle.

“And a fish in general, because I’d like to experience what it’s like to breathe underwater. To feel my gills moving to do so. And swimming. My mom used to say that I swam like a fish when I was younger. I’d like to know how that really feels. Swimming on my own, down in the quiet of the ocean.”

“You know, oceans aren’t actually quiet. There are-”

“The relatively quiet ocean,” she said, correcting herself as she rolled her eyes at him and he grinned.

“And for the week? Will you pick something similar to the fish?”

“No,” she said, smiling as she looked at him. “If it’s for a week, I’d like to be a horse.”

“A horse?” he asked in mild surprise.

“Yeah. But not a tamed one that’s kept in a stable and fussed over. Something wild… like a mustang living somewhere like New Mexico.”

“Okay. And why?”

“Well, while the animal isn’t the same, the reasoning is somewhat similar, I suppose,” she said with a shrug as she looked out the window. “The feeling I’d have to do what I wanted, when I wanted. I’d run on the plains or up the hills, through canyons… wherever really.”

“Alone?”

“No,” she said, turning her head to smile at him. “In a family group.”

“Of which you’d be the alpha mare,” he teased and she exhaled a laugh, looking back out the window.

“Most likely.”

“More than likely.”

“Imagine being a horse like that,” she said quietly. “Together with those you trust and care for the most. Running and roaming from place to place. Crossing rivers. Finding food. Seeing new foals born and watching them grow up. I think I’d like that.”

“But not forever,” he said, picturing a family group of horses beside a river at dusk. He could practically hear the young ones whinnying and the reassuring responses from the older ones.

“No,” she said with a sigh as she looked out her window again. “Not forever.”

It was quiet again and he glanced at her, wondering what she was thinking.

“If I had to choose which animal to be forever,” she said, nearly whispering. “I’d choose to be a cat.”

“A… a cat?” he asked, completely taken aback. “Of all the animals in the world?”

“Yeah,” she replied. “I’d be a cat. Specifically a cat living with an old woman in an even older farmhouse. It would look rather rundown from the outside, the paint fading and the porch steps sagging a bit, but it would be the best place I’d ever lived.”

“Tell me more about it,” he said, the image of a farmhouse appearing in his mind.

“She’d have a garden that she tended to every day,” Scully continued, leaning back in her seat and sighing. “There would be all kinds of vegetables, fruits, and flowers. I would lay in the shade provided by the large leaves, the sun warming me as she hummed and went about her work. She’d call me puss-puss when she was in the garden, sweet lady when she was cooking in the kitchen and I watched her from the chair she set aside just for me, and kitty-Katie when I laid beside her at bedtime, although that was not the name she gave me after I showed up at her porch one evening.”

“What was the name she gave you?”

“Adelia.”

He stared at her profile, marveling at the quickness to her response. It was as though she had thought of this scenario before he had asked.

“Adelia,” he repeated and she nodded.

“The old woman had lost a cat, you see. She’d had it for years and just before I showed up, it had passed. She didn’t want me, as her grief was too fresh, but I was in desperate need of help and she brought me inside. I still wasn’t doing well by the morning so she took me to the vet. When he saw me, he told her that I might not make it, but she said she knows I will. After three days, I was better and able to go home with her. Well now, she said to me as I curled up on her lap in her beat up old truck. I lost my sweet pussums and I was missin’ her terribly. I wasn’t lookin’ for a new cat and I certainly didn’t want you at first. But when he said you might not make it, I made a deal with the good Lord up above. And those kinds of deals well… ya have to stick to ‘em. So, my Adelia, aptly named for the deal I made with the man upstairs, we’re heading home. When you’re stronger and you’ve had some days layin’ out in the sunshine, we’ll set about to fulfill our side of the deal.”

She was quiet again and Mulder shook his head, his mind traveling in the truck with them as they rumbled down the road back to that old farmhouse.

“She’d made up a little spot for me on the porch for me to rest and sleep, but I preferred the rocking chair that sat in the corner,” Scully continued and now he was on the porch watching the old woman moving furniture around to accommodate the rescued cat. “It was her chair and she selflessly let me have it, bringing over another one to sit beside me. But eventually I would sit in her lap as she pet me, humming as she rocks the chair. When I’m stronger, she sets about fulfilling her promise. She grows the food in her garden and gives it to others who need it. She preserves, cans, and bottles anything she can and gives it to neighbors and people in town. I go with her on her deliveries and everyone says hello, giving me pets and scratches.”

Mulder exhaled, the details of the story making him feel that this had really happened. Or could happen.

The farmhouse, everything inside and surrounding it, was so clear in his mind, it was as though they could take a left turn up ahead and find it exactly as Scully had described.

“The old woman,” she said quietly. “She has a niece that comes to visit sometimes. She helps in the garden and listens to the old woman tell her how to can and preserve the fruits and vegetables. They laugh and stay up late into the night while I sleep on one of my various spots. But then, one day the old woman doesn’t get up early like she usually does. After that morning, she’s slower than normal and she tires out easily, spending most of the day in the porch rocking chair. I don’t mind as I get her full attention, purring happily as she pets me.”

“Hmm,” Mulder hummed, not liking where he knew the story was going.

“Adelia, the old woman says to me one day. Adelia, I feel a change in the air. In my very bones,” Scully said, letting out a sigh. “You’ve been a wonderful cat to me. A comfort like you’d never fully understand. And I’m sorry I’ll have to leave ya soon. You’ll be taken care of, I’ve seen to that, but I’ll miss ya, oh so very much.”

“Scully,” Mulder whispered warningly and he heard her sniff softly.

“The old woman’s niece comes to stay and I’m happy to see her, but it’s not the same. They aren’t up late laughing. They are quiet and the old woman doesn’t leave her bed much. Soon not at all. And then one day she does and she doesn’t come back.” Scully sniffled again, wiping her eyes. “I wait for her on the porch, look for her in the garden, meowing for her and waiting to hear her calling for me. But it never happens. People come over, lots of people. They give me scratches and pets, but I don’t want them. I only want the old woman. I sleep on her pillow and I don’t eat for a few days, not understanding where she’s gone and why I can’t find her. One night, the niece comes to the bedroom and lays down beside me, watching me with sad eyes. Hey, kitty-Katie, she says softly and my ears perk up. I know you miss her. I do too. But we’ve got each other. We’re going to be okay. I don’t understand exactly what she means, but I get up and lay down beside her, purring for the first time in days as she holds me and cries.”

Mulder gripped the steering wheel, blinking away the tears in his eyes and swallowing hard to get past the lump in his throat.

“When she starts to work in the garden, singing softly as she wears the old woman’s apron and big sun hat, I watch her from the porch. She sees me and smiles before she goes back to the garden. I walk off the porch, watching her curiously. I follow her, staying in the tall leaves where she can’t see me, waiting for something, though I don’t know what it is. Hey, puss-puss, she calls out and I meow and purr at the same time, running up to her and winding around her ankles. There’s a good girl, she says as she bends to pet me. When she stands up again, I see both her and the old woman. I lay down under the shade of the leaves, closing my eyes as I listen to her singing as she works.”

“Jesus Christ, Scully,” Mulder said, shaking his head. “I wasn’t expecting that. I was just attempting to fill the silence.”

“I didn’t anticipate it going that far,” she replied, sniffling as she too shook her head. “I honestly hadn’t ever thought about it before and it all just came to me. I could see it all happening so clearly.”

“Me too,” he whispered, still hearing the niece singing as she tended to the garden. “It was a really beautiful thought and told very well.”

“I do have an imagination, Mulder.”

“Yes, I am aware,” he said with a quiet laugh. “I admit, I was just surprised by the depth of the explanation.”

“Hmm. I’m sure you could have a field day analyzing the different animals and my reasoning behind each of them,” she said and he glanced at her as she wiped her eyes. “Especially the cat.”

“Adelia, you mean.”

“Yeah, Adelia,” she said with a smile.

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’d want to analyze it.”

“No?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

“I think your reasons were good and made perfect sense. And I also think if I thought too much more about Adelia and the old woman, well… I might embarrass myself when I blubber like a giant baby.” She laughed quietly and he smiled. Seeing a road sign advertising places to eat, he pointed to it. “You hungry?”

“I could eat,” she said with a shrug. “And while we do, you could tell me your three animals, unless you have just one in mind.”

“Day, week, forever?” he asked incredulously. “Naaaaah, there will definitely be three and the first one will obviously be a dragon.”

“A dragon is not a real animal. You never said anything about mythical creatures being an option,” she stated and he shrugged as he turned on the blinker.

“Never said it wasn’t either. You didn’t ask.”

“Because you said animals. Not animals and mythical creatures.”

“Did you want to change any of your answers?” he asked as they exited the highway. Stopping at the light, he looked at her as she sat in thought.

“No. I’m happy with my choices,” she answered.

“Not even to be a pegasus instead of a horse?”

She raised her eyebrows and then frowned, shaking her head.

“No. I’m sticking with my choices.”

“Okay,” he said as he turned left. “But when my choices blow yours out of the water, just remember I gave you this chance.”

“I think I’m good,” she said as she rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips.

“We’ll see,” he replied, turning into the parking lot of the advertised diner.

But even as he told her his choices: a dragon, owl, and wolf, he could not help but think of that little old farmhouse and a cat hiding beneath the large leaves in a sunny and well tended garden.

[if-confessions]

As a writer and a reader, who has been around this community for the last three years, it has been crazy seeing the change in the if fandom as a community.

It used to be a positive environment for supporting independent game creators, but there is so much negativity against IF writers now. the readers are pushy, critical and demanding, expect games to cater to their exact preferences or be customisable to the point it might as well be a 'fill in the blanks' game instead of a narrative. IF writers are antagonistic towards each other, resentful of other creators success. There is a trend that when games/demos are successful, the authors become the target of attacks that seem to be looking for any excuse to take them down, and punish them for their popularity. The result is that a lot of games that are in the alpha stage / completed no longer use tumblr at all, which is a shame, because it was a unique opportunity for readers to engage and support an indie game creator.

I think the IF fandom really needs to do some soul searching on the type of environment it has created for indie game development / IF writing.

[I am assuming Anon meant the Tumblr/CoG scene of IF, as this is not a sentiment/trend shared by the overall IF community. Other scenes of IF don't care or even reject customisation "expected" here (doesn't mean they don't have their issues either).]

LOL, Anon. I was having an eerily similar conversation about the customisation the other day.

Communities do change overtime. As older members leave (because they don't enjoy the Thing-tm anymore, they don't have time for it, they don't like where the community is moving, they've been rejected by the community, etc...) and newer members arrive, the dynamics adapts to the current members. Sometimes it is for the better (more positive contacts, barring less-desirable members creating conflict from staying, etc...), sometimes it's for the worse (like in your message, attracting more problematic members or enabling the worst in people).

An issue with Tumblr that other communities may not have is how "decentralised" and lawless it is. Some groups may have guidelines/rules for interactions (resource blogs/authors asks rules), but you can't control all the members like you could in a Forum, for example. There is no Code of Conduct that limits what is and isn't acceptable (aside from the very board Tumblr CoC and even a lot of shitty things can be posted). There is no mods that can take down a post that will sent the community aflame (unless it is Staff bc the post was against their ToC/CoC). There is no consequences against bandwagon hate/harassment (even with the block button). So you end up with... well, this...

It would be nice if there was a bit more unity in the community, but that would require many people changing their behaviour and essentially stop being complete asswipes. And they are not the kind to stop shitting on others...

I'm pretty sure that a lot of those issue could be solved if people:

stopped being a dick in someome's dms/asks (should be a given, but damn are anons wild sometimes) <- like +75% of the issues would be gone with just this

would be respectful when sending messages/commenting (not making request, being pushy, etc...)

stopped following authors/projects not making them happy (that's a vicious cycle, easy to start hating on them...)

didn't put their problems and frustrations on strangers on the internet*

went outside to touch some grass (or take a break from Tumblr, it will do wonders!)

*This does not apply to the confession booth btw.. I'm talking reg accounts here. This applies to everyone, btw. You'd think this would be common knowledge to be decent to one another... but I guess not.

As a side note, to remind everyone that:

you do not have to have an open inbox if you don't want to

you do not have to have your dms open either

you do not have to allow anonymous messages

you do not have to answer every messages you receive or reply to every comment you get

you can trash any message you do not feel comfortable answering

you can delete comments/replies you do not feel comfortable with

(creator) you do not have to include every request readers make

you can block/unfollow users for any reason (or no reason)

you can block/report hateful anonymous messages

you can restrict reblogs/replies

you can change your mind at any time about accepting a kind of asks (like the NSFW ones)

you do not have to be on Tumblr every free moment you have

you do not have to interact with every post crossing your dashboard

Having boundaries is good, setting and voicing those boundaries is better, enforcing those boundaries is extra important.

Until then...

🤷

Now making a fill-in the blank IF would be a fun idea...

[old comments in tags: be the change you want to see i guess im just trying to stay silly here /]

Under the cut, some more rambling and wild assumptions about how we got here.

===> Increased entitlement in the community

Note: this is a generalisation. Not every reader is entitled, not every request is outrageous, and not every author is a pushover. We are talking about visible trends.

There's no denying that it has had quite the impact on the community and how games are set. Gone(-kinda) are the days with completely unique characters with a unique voice and its set path, hail the rule of customisation that inevitably becomes too overwhelming for any creator to keep track and complete the story. Is the "CoG expectations" the culprit, there? With the CoG to Tumblr exodus, yaknow...

But it must have started from somewhere to have those vocal entitled readers hounding creators for all this stuff, they can't have appeared out of nowhere! Twine games from the 2010s were not chokefull of customisation...

Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if it all started with some minor request for customisation, which was accepted by the author, which may have made other readers realise they too could have requests or expect the same kind of customisation in other project, and this snowballed into... *wave at the mess*, creating a vicious cycle of base customisation expectations (which are getting insane...), shunning pieces who do not fit those expectations, and still having more special requests*. *Honestly, the authors could just accept those request but as like paid content. Oh, you want more that will definitely fuck my whole timeline of planned work? Tip me like 100$ and I will...

At the same time, and this is an observation that has been accentuated with the kinds of asks I've gotten here, some authors have not helped the situation either. With people almost begging for interactions and notes or just to please the readers because they are interested in that stilly little project (or the pressure from blowing up, or before the idea is set in stone), some authors will seriously bend over and backwards for those requests, even if it means forgoing the OG plans altogether because it doesn't fit with the promised request.

Readers feels more empowered to ask -> there is a pressure to cater to readers to get interactions or the request has become part of the base expectations -> request is accepted, but author might feels resentful -> readers feels more entitled to ask -> etc...

or

Readers feel more empowered to ask -> the author refuses -> readers put pressure on the author because another one accepted it or iT Is cOmMon KnOwLeDge -> author feels resentful towards the community...

Which is kind of related to point number 2...

===> Numbers go up and Jealousy

Note about this point: I am not talking about the want to be seen by other people, to feel like your message has been heard, to have your presence acknowledged. That's what we are kinda all doing by putting our stuff out there.

Every time I get an ask about someone worrying that to do have enough traction on their project or get zero interactions and they have lost all their motivations or are resentful to newer projects blowing up*, I honestly struggle to see a positive future for this scene. It seems like everything is about notes and reblogs and how many followers you have and how many ratings you can get and how many asks you get and etc... *see the no demo discussion

What is supposed to be a hobby for 99% of us is turning into some ugly race to have the highest number of *wave again at things*, by tanking other creators rating average, manipulating your followers to boost your own, creating rumours about a project/author, sending hate anons, creating dumb drama, stealing/plagiarising whole ass games, etc... Just to be at the top and have the biggest number. Numbers, I feel like I need to point out, means absolutely nothing outside of this website (or even this scene of IF). I really don't understand this dumb race...

And it is so frustrating to see, because we should be hyping each other up, discussing each others fav games, being excited to see another voice join and create stuff. It's not like we have to all be the best of friends and blind ourselves from any misgivings. No, we should still be able to criticise constructively or call out bad behaviour. But the whole envy and jealousy* oozing from the community is really... bleh. *doesn't mean you can't be jealous/envious of someone else, I know I am. Just use those feelings creatively, not to put down yourself or others.

Same with the whole notes/interaction thing. Outside affirmation is great, it really is, and boy does it gives a nice boost to the ego and the energy levels to continue when you get some (especially when the other person is gushing about your project). But basing all your motivation to create on outside approval will lead to a lot of pressure to perform when you get it, despair and disappointment when you don't, and resentment when you see other get more.

===> Parting notes

Ugh... I spent too long on this shit. I'm going for a walk before I get more sad. Then, I'm coming back to play my friend's game and create something weird.

[isoellen]

1st Person Male POV/ One Shot/ 12 Sectors/ Short/unedited

End of the Work week.

There she is.

It is Friday, and I have been waiting all fucking week for this.

Last time I saw her, it was Tuesday night. Monday was shit. Tuesday-no better. Then I had to make a run out of our sector that I did not want to make. I was angry about the entire situation—but my girl, Danielle, asked me to do the job, do it well-not kill anyone, and I would get a special reward when I got back.

She said that I could have whatever I wanted. Danielle knew, saying that, exactly what would go through my head. She knows the real me, what I want and need from her.

Sweet moments, gifts, going out to the socials, I did all that shit for her. When I could. Put on my uniform and shined my shoes. We did what she wanted. She liked to go out, mix with other couples, show off her male to the unmated and unlucky ones who chose no bond. Show herself off to the males who can no longer touch her. End of one of her special nights, I get to love her until she can’t take no more.

So, we went out. Rubbing our scent in their faces. I did that shit for her, knowing it made her feel special. I enjoyed seeing that smile on her lips.

But when it was what I wanted, we locked ourselves in at home. I didn’t need anyone to see us and I wasn’t too keen on anyone seeing her. I liked our place. We’d stock up on food, get our drone servant to prepare shit. Shut off the communicators. Then got naked and stayed that way.

A week of not seeing my girl- I was going to break the platform her nest was on, again. Tear up her nest. Laughing our asses off last time, we’d managed to piece it back together with this and that. I knew this time I would ask a beta craftsman for something unbreakable. No getting around that.

Now it’s the last day of my work week. I’ve done the shit, washing of that smell of a bad sector and filling my gut with food before I arrive. Using my key, open the door, lock it behind me. It’s only seven, but the apartment is dark. It’s a small, tight place. We are new and don’t have children yet.

I’m waiting on her next heat to knock her up good, thankful that I got time to know her before our biology took over, that she wanted me, claimed me, clear-eyed and bold, before her body forced that on her.

I’m going to breed a baby in my woman. Thinking about it, imaging the sight of her belly and tits, full of the life we created, keeps me in a state of ready-to-fuck.

In that open door to our room, there are lamps lit with a fragrant clove oil. Memories of our times together are drenched in that oil. She’s waiting for me. Ready. She’s naked. Bent over our bed, face down, hands behind her back, ass out. Just how I like.

“Hey, my baby.” Naked for me, ready for me to claim her after a ridiculous time of being away.

“Sir.” She whimpers. I know the growl hits her hard. I love inhaling the bloom of her slick when it trickles down her thighs.

Seeing her like this pleases me and she knows it. I don’t care nothing about her discomfort at her body. There's no time for her wrong-headed ideas about belly fat, too big ass and imperfect tits. We dealt with that our first time getting naked. Second time I heard it I pulled her over my lap and tanned that fine ass of hers until she got the lesson.

The sight of her fills me up with pride. With peace. This woman is home.

She smells like wild red fruit, flowers, and the humid salt of her leaking slick.  I’m gonna filthy up that smell with my own and this room is gonna stink with our pleasure.

“Baby. This. This is so, so nice. You ready for everything I want?”

“Yes, Sir.” She says, soft and pliant. I like she calls me that. Raised in the house of a King’s army man, she’s been calling me Sir since we met, getting my dick hard in public with that shit way before it was appropriate.

With this position, I can’t see her eyes, her face. She’s round ass and glistening crack between her legs. She’s a fearless, willing thing, the thrum of her hunger surging through our bond. It may be my reward for staying out of alpha King Constantine Kane’s interrogation cells for the past week, but she wants this, too. Badly.

“Stand up a minute, let me see you. I missed your face.” I help her stand. Touching her skin makes my cock jump, painful and constricted in my trousers.

“Yes. Sir.” Her dark eyes go right to mine. Blushing red down to her chest, her little fleck of freckled spots stand out, an invitation for my mouth.  

All her conversation is swallowed up in her arousal. Later, after this, she’ll be ready to talk, but right now she reduced to just a few phrases.

Pupils huge, her eyes shine. Moving her head just a bit, a curl of black hair falls over her shoulder and dips over the pink tip of her breast, brushing the hard point of her nipple. She smiles at me. “Ready, Sir. Please. Please?”

Fuck, yes.

This. This is perfection. I can lick her ready from the air. Our bond sings with all the devoted love words she can’t speak.

“In your nest. Ass up. Facing Me.”

I watch her scramble. The flash of wet pink between her thighs as she moves. The way her hair flies and her tits bounce and shake in her ass. She’s beautiful, white cream skin and curves for days. Her breasts overflow my hands now. I’m hoping when I breed her they fill up warm with milk. For some omegas, that happens with a heat. I never thought I’d care until I met her, but she tastes so good in every way. I know I won’t mind another chance to drink her down.

I look at that ass and spank it until my hands burn. The first slap is a gasp.

“Please.” She flinches under the next slap, delivered in the exact same place.

I do it again. Five more times, watching my handprints form.

“Sir.” She cries out. Danielle doesn’t like the spankings half as much as I do. But the spanks will keep her from going off too soon and calm her down, make her keep pace with me so that we cum when I say and not whenever the hell she feels like it.

I just like spanking her. The way her flesh moves. Like it a-fuck-lot. Like everything.

I spank her until she’s jumping around like a bead of water in an oiled pan, filling up our room with little sounds.

“That’s my wonderful baby. My pretty girl. You are so good. You make me fucking proud to be your alpha. You’re so bloody perfect.” I stop and kiss one of my handprints. My words travel all through her body. Giving me more slick. The blush that starts at her neck, her hips twitch.  

I undress. Shuck my shit quick.

She squeaks when I push her forward and make a space for myself. “Sir.”

“This week was a mess. I hated being away from you. I’ll tell you later what that bastard wanted me to do for him. I gotta get this debt paid off so that we don’t have to do this anymore.” Keeping her curled forward on her knees, I cover her body, hot skin to hot skin, under mine, reach around her and hug her close.

She makes little noises. Sweet little noises. “Missed you so much. Hurt. Missed you.”  

“I know baby. I know. An alpha shouldn’t ever be away from his bond-mate. I’m sorry. Thank you for giving me this, being ready, opening yourself up to me as my reward. You are so amazing.”

Curled over her, I soak her in. Her ass is hot against my thighs, her slick getting me nice and wet. I kiss the back of her neck. Shoulders. Spine.  Work myself down until I can find her drip of her heat. I nose her there. Smell. And taste.

She jerks.

I slap her thigh. “Did I say you could move?”

“No Sir,” Danielle whines.

I pet her. Just a little. Lightly. Trace her vulva. Her clit is swollen, exposed without a single touch, ready to be pleasured.”  

“You are my fucking bliss. This Ass. This body. You. All of you. To give me this.” I speak against her skin, my cheek against her thigh so that she feels the heat of my breath. She’s arched high, presenting her sex for me, wanting what I’m gonna be giving her.

“Yes, sir. Please?”

I chuckle. No patience at all. “Thank you for this. For giving me the gift of you. Been a long week. Every time something went wrong and I wanted to kill someone, I thought of you. Calmed me right down. Thought of your gift. And I walk in and see you ready for me? Waiting just for me. That is the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life. Brave girl. So proud of you. Thankful for you. I am gonna eat this sweet pussy, drink this slick mess, that you got all ready for me. That is hot and swollen for me. You want that, right? My mouth on you?”

Her body shakes. Her head turns to look at me and face red, pupils blow, hunger revealed. I love how her face looks like that when she gets turned on.

“Sir. Sir. Please?” I know she wants to say more, but the words are stuck somewhere, drowned by need. She’s told me she can't think past my voice and my cock sometimes. And this is one of those times.

It’s a huge compliment, swells my idiot head. My cock hurts with how ready I am. I could knot her in seconds at this rate, one hump and I’m a goner.

My omega wants what I want and will take whatever I give her. “You are gonna be my good girl?”

More noise, I’m leaking pre-come as much as she is pouring slick down her thighs. I know she can smell it and it’s making her drool.

I kiss her thigh. Sink my teeth in light. Suck. Then move into the first part of my reward. The first part of my Friday night and a long, perfect weekend.

Fuck yeah. All weekend we aren’t going anywhere. Every part of her is mine.

[undead-merman]

Can you write something about how m!Black Wolf and m!Eden would react to a wolf!PC in heat please ?

Thank you have a good day/night

I know you've been waiting a while to get this. So I hope you enjoy!

M!Black Wolf and M!Eden with Wolf GN-Reader in Heat NSFW

Black Wolf

Starting to feel it

Black Wolf could smell the hint of it coming on. It was about to be breeding season after all. He was proud that you were taking to pack-life so well. Your fur has become so lustrous and shiny. You have become swift and agile, and hunting comes easily to you now. Some of their greatest hunts wouldn’t have been possible without you.  

But he could see the signs coming to everyone. Irritability, high energy, excessive grooming, not to mention the scent. He noticed ever since he was a pup that he had a much better smell than most, and now that the season was here the cave was starting to stink. 

You on the other hand, being a human once didn’t have the sense of smell that the others had, let alone Black Wolf. You hadn’t even realized a mood change until you heard Black Wolf huff at your cuddling. You've been clinging to him a lot, haven’t you? Still, if you try to get up he grabs your hand and pulls you back down to laze on his rock.

Black Wolf could feel it coming as well. The building emotions were like a tight coil in his gut. This one would be a harsh one. Maybe he should take you for himself, and the rest can mate amongst themselves. You’re his mate after all.     

He made sure to groom himself often. He wanted to look nice for you, and since you had trouble grooming your ears, he helped with those. He loved the shape of your ears and could easily lose himself in just licking away at them. 

In Heat

You start feeling an unmatched need to be filled, a pit of arousal forms in your stomach that feels bottomless. It’s scary. You just wake up and start grinding against the air. But since Black Wolf saw it coming, he’s right by your side, pulling you close and offering you tiny licks on your cheek when he smells your distress. 

But when you grind back against him, you see his tail lazily bat at your shared nest. You can see other wolf folk sniffing and creeping their way up, but black wolf let out a growl that made the rest of the pack scamper off as he wrapped his arms around you and took in your scent.

He grabs your thighs and starts lapping at your opening. His ears perk and twitch at every little noise you make. He drives to have you make more as he tastes your delicious skin. 

Soon he can't handle just a taste. He wants a full meal and he pins you down, his humongous body leaning over you as he uses one hand to shift your hips up so he can finally fuck you.

Your heat is no joke. You're so much hotter than normal. The warmth is addictive and he can't help but fuck it like the wild man he is. 

It's days long. He goes from fucking you till your legs give out and you are so stretched from his knot, to him carrying you to the stream to have a drink. Sometimes he has to carry you even while his knot is still inflated just because you're both overheating. 

He makes sure to cum inside you, over and over, and over again. Trying to stuff back as much cum as he can back into you, it's impossible. Feeding his natural instincts to breed you and fill you with as many pups as possible. 

After Heat

By the end of it, everyone is exhausted, drained, and starving. So it's up to Black Wolf and a few others to keep the pack fed. Though if you were much rougher on your mate, taking control and riding him yourself his hips may hurt as well. 

He'll be damn sure to bring back a feast for everyone and give you some of the choice parts so you can recover faster. A good mate provides for their partner. An alpha provides for them and their pack. 

He's now carrying you to his rock now. Lazing with you and watching the younger ones play and chase each other. He's found it calming for himself when he licks at your stomach. It doesn't matter if you're ticklish, he'll still do it. 

Eden

Starting to feel it

Even though Eden lives in the forest alongside the wolves, he didn't really know how mating season affected them since they spent that time in their cave. It was no skin off his back since it made prey easier to hunt. 

But he certainly noticed a change in his wolf spouse. Though he never thought he'd ever be thinking something like that. 

You were extra cuddly. At breakfast, after you made him food, you hardly bothered with the food you'd usually share. You just cuddle up with him and offer his arms soft licks. Which he didn't mind as long as you were good. 

You were constantly licking yourself and spending extra time in the bath, scrubbing yourself squeaky clean. Though he always helped with your ears, you always made cute noises when he did. 

He didn't have a nose like a canine, so he didn't notice any changes like that. But he wasn't a dunce either. He could sum up what was happening though he wasn't sure how to help you. He couldn't just let others handle the work around the cabin, and you were not running off with anyone else. 

In Heat

When you woke him up, he was desperately lapping at his cock, whining and grinding down on anything that could give you friction. You look so good, so alluring. So he grabs your head and pushes you down so your nose is pressed against him and you are choked on his cock. But if you manage to deep throat him he’ll offer your ears soft rubs as he fucks your mouth. 

He spares as much time as he can, but it's a bit of a nuisance. You’re lucky he loves you so much and you're a good spouse. He’ll have you ride his cock as he eats, then he’ll have to tie you to the bed since he doesn’t want you running off or stupid wolves trying to breed you themselves. Just be a good dog and he’ll be back as soon as he can. He has to do the chores since you can’t. 

He does like teasing you, especially if you have a bit of pride. He likes seeing you strain on the leash and whine as you are dripping and grinding against nothing. But he’s not too cruel. He’ll fuck you so you can’t move tomorrow and he doesn’t have to worry about you trying to chew through the leash to get cock. 

He does get a bit worried when you show no desire to eat or drink. He’ll force water down your throat if he has to. But he can’t force you to eat since he doesn’t want you to choke while you are all over his dick wanting more.

He can’t stretch you with a knot, but he can fuck you so stupid you forget all about it. He cums over and over again until he has to pass out, but he always leaves you just as tired.    

After Heat

He’s glad it’s over. Fucking relieved. As soon as he sees you wake up and not all over him, he asks if you are alright. If you're sore, he’ll allow you one more day of not having to do chores, but after that it’s back to work. He’s happy to see you finally eat though. 

Eden is a bit overworked himself, so he expects a bit of payback for everything he had to endure. But it can be as simple as a massage and getting back to normalcy as quickly as possible and he’d be fine with all his work.

He missed your cooking. He really did. So the next time he eats it, he takes a bit longer to enjoy it. 

[windrush-child]

This Ain't Ordinary Life

Alright you h*es, this is straight, ungodly filth from the bottom of my heart. I might add some chapters to this in the future because it's a fun idea and I've got some crazy plot twists in mind. You've been warned, enjoy.

Summary: You're a rookie driver for Alpha Tauri, hungry to show what you're capable of. The currently reigning champion Lewis Hamilton is just as hungry, but for something different, though.

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"How do you want it? Gentle...or hard?" You opened your eyes to the man that was towering above you. He had placed his hands left and right next to your head, staring you down quite literally. He looked intimidating from this perspective, it was undeniable. The way he had you pinned down on the bed sent your thoughts into a spiral of unspeakable filth. And judging by the animal-like look in Lewis' near black eyes, he was thinking the same thing. But this time, you had to restrain yourselves. "Go easy. I'm a bit sore." A self-satisfied smirk formed on his face. "And you've got no one to blame for it but yourself." he said in a smug tone, placing a kiss on your forehead. You considered kneeing him in the groin for a short moment. "You're sexier when you're shutting the hell up, you know?" you countered, as Lewis positioned himself at your entrance, that stupid smirk still on his face. It was the third time this weekend the two of you were having sex. Granted, that wasn't much for normal standards, but considering it was a race weekend, it was a completely different feat. On Thursday, it had been just a quick "meeting" in the Mercedes briefing room. On Friday, there'd been a little escapade in his hotel bed, where you had unabashedly ordered him to fuck you as hard as he could. And despite the risks the both of you were taking with your secret meetings, despite the effort it took to make sure no one would see or hear a thing, you still ended up here in your hotel room, on your bed, not being able to keep your hands off each other. Your little affair had been going on for a while now, it must've been two or three months. When you had joined Alpha Tauri as a rookie this year, you had imagined and dreamed of many things, but ending up beneath a naked Lewis Hamilton surely wasn't one of them. Matter of fact, the first time you met him he struck you as an arrogant and self-indulgent idiot. Someone who'd always make a point to show everyone around him that he was on top. You couldn't ignore the fact that he had struck a nerve in you, so you had made it your mission to wipe that smug little smile off his face sooner or later. And truth be told, in just your fourth race of this season, you had brilliantly outsmarted him at turn one in Monza, costing him two positions at the start thanks to an aggressive dive on the inside of his black Mercedes. You had never felt more satisfied in your career than in those moments. It had been your first and only wheel-to-wheel battle with him so far, but it seemed to have made a lasting impression on Lewis nevertheless. "Taking the inside line into the chicane, huh? Clever." you remembered him complimenting you after stepping out of the car. "Forcing me to either yield or run into the gravel. Not bad for a rookie." After that incident, the two of you started to warm up to each other. At one point though, things may have got a little too warmed up. You gasped as he slid his length into you, slowly, as promised. “So wet for me, baby.” Lewis hummed, thoroughly enjoying the slick, warm feeling around his cock. You moaned in agreement as you felt him stretch your sensitive walls with every inch. He held his position for a moment to let you adjust to it, studying your face closely for a reaction, never breaking eye contact. When he saw your cheeks flushing with pleasure, he pushed himself deeper inside of you, until he had filled you out completely. A whimper escaped your mouth, and Lewis sighed sharply. Seeing you take all of his length would drive him wild every single time. His hips rested comfortably against yours as he simply admired the way you looked underneath him, your lips swollen and parted, eyes half-open with a dark glimmer of lust in them, and your chest heaving up and down with excitement. "Fuck." He hissed as you purposely started clenching around him. For a second, Lewis nearly forgot he was meant to go slow. He lowered his head until your faces touched. "Do you know what I want to do to you right now?" he growled. It sounded like a threat.

You couldn't help but snicker at the way he was behaving. It spurred you on to see him worked up like this, sweat gleaming on his forehead, a couple of his braids undone in front of his face. You had him rock-hard by now. You wrapped your arms around him to pull him even closer. "Listen to yourself. So desperate.", you taunted him, your voice sounding sickeningly sweet. You knew exactly Lewis wouldn't put up with your shit before you had even finished the snarky remark. With one harsh snap of his hip, he shut you up instantly - the only sound coming from your mouth was a yelp when his skin suddenly hit yours. "Ah- fuck, Lewis!" you gasped and clawed onto his back. "What, sweetie?" he asked innocently, as he began to pound into you in a fierce rhythm. "Is there something..." he panted in between his thrusts, "...you want to say?" You wanted to hiss something at him to retaliate, but only managed moan through your teeth as dug your nails into his back. His pace was intense as he kept hitting all the right spots inside of you. Lewis knew how to do it, no question. The fact that the two of you were so well attuned to each other's needs by now was just making it better. After delivering a stunning Qualifying session, the adrenaline-high was still running through your veins. You felt like celebrating, and very much appreciated the unexpected knock on your door earlier this afternoon - Lewis, being the polite man that he was, of course wanted to congratulate you personally. Lewis' breaths were getting quicker, his pace more frantic. You could sense that he was getting close. "So quickly, huh?" You managed to say breathlessly. Teasing him was almost as much fun as fucking him. The groan you got in response sounded animalistic. He gripped you tightly, holding you in place with a strong hand around your throat and another one clutching your hip. You pulled him closer by locking your legs around his body, moaning while he kept pounding you, using all his weight to fuck you into the mattress. Your stomach began to tighten and suddenly you felt short of breath. The familiar throbbing sensation that was building between your legs had you trying to shut your thighs, but Lewis made it impossible to. “Mhmm…yes…yes.” you moaned shamelessly. “So quickly?” he taunted, straining hard to make sure you’d come before him. He let go of your hip to press his thumb onto your clit, playing with it until you were a squirming mess beneath him. “Cum for me sweetie, I know you want to.” he demanded, never easing up on his rhythm until he was certain he had you. You panted heavily as you came, arching your back off the bed at the pulsating heat between your legs. Lewis’ strokes turned sloppy while he fucked you through your orgasm, the feeling of you contracting around him was sending jolts down his spine. He wouldn’t last any longer like this. "Fuck, baby-" he moaned, "Where...where do you want it?" he managed to say through gritted teeth. You bit your lower lip hard and pointed a finger to your belly. "Here, daddy." After two more strokes he pulled out swiftly, almost too late, and came all over your stomach with a heavy groan. You looked down in between your bodies when you felt his warm cum spill onto your skin. The sight of his cock throbbing against your belly was so hot, for a quick moment you had to fight the urge to lick him clean. Lewis was breathing hard, brows furrowed while his eyes first drank in the sight of your stomach and then the rest of your body. You sighed when he leaned down to wrap his mouth around one of your boobs, sucking hungrily on the nipple. The man just couldn’t ever get enough. "Lewis..." you whispered, "we have to be at the conference... about five minutes ago." He looked up and let off of your breast. "Fuck the press.", he said in a moody tone, but got up nevertheless. "You wait, I'll clean this up." Your eyes roamed over his naked body as he came out of the bathroom with a small towel in his hand. He looked thoroughly spent, that post-sex glow on him was a truly mouthwatering sight.

But it was time to get your mind out the gutter now, people were probably already waiting for the two of you at tonight's conference. This should have been a quickie anyway, but Lewis being Lewis, took his sweet-ass time eating you out in the shower before you even got to the bed. Not that you're complaining, but time management wasn't one of his strengths. He was always late to everything. Quite disrespectful of him, actually. He sat down next to you and began gently wiping away the sweat from your forehead with the wet towel, and continued to trail his way down to your stomach, which was covered in his seed. There was a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth as he cleaned it off of you without haste. He looked almost proud of himself. "Are you gonna keep admiring your own cum until the press conference is over?" You couldn't hold back the snarky comment. He rolled his eyes at you as he finished the job. "You talk so much shit for a person your size." He said and suddenly smacked your ass loudly, making you squeal. This motherfucker. When the two of you had got dressed again, you walked over to the room's door and opened it just slightly, peeking out into the hallway. "Alright, there's no one out there. Go, quickly!" you said while making a shoo-ing gesture at him with your hand. Lewis frowned playfully and tilted his head. "Tzz, am I your dog?" "Yes, you are!" He shook his head and walked towards the door. "I swear, women these days-" You cut him off with a quick smack on the back of his head as he went through the door, still able to hear him laugh when he strolled down the hallway.

[zoeykallus]

Confidence

Tech x FemaleReader

TECH x F!Reader Oneshot

WARNING: (shameless) SMUT! 18+      NSFW! (Probably)    Explicit Content PiV Sex, Dom/Sub, Possessive Tech, Slightly Creepy Tech, Fingering, Pinning, Pining, Slight Angst Pretty much porn with little to no plot/story/ or whatever. Reader is a bit shy and ashamed. Tech is getting a little out of hand here. Allthough surprised and even a bit intimidated to see the usually rather shy and calm Tech display a much more dominant and demanding behavior- the reader is enjoying it, no actual harm done. But it get’s wild ahead. There might be moments where the line between consent and overpowering (close to nonconsent) get’s pretty thin- So be warned: possible trigger(s) ahead. It’s not as extrem as it may sound but I thought a little “heads up” wouldn’t hurt.

—————————————————————————————————- Crosshair had caught his brother Tech watching you again, or rather staring at you from a distance, longingly with doe eyes. You weren’t aware of his affectioned gazes as of yet, allthough you did have similar feelings for the clone trooper, but so far no one knew about it. Cross chuckled: „You never gonna make a move, will you?“

Startled, Tech winced at his brother’s mocking, asking himself angryly when and how the marksman had appeared right next to him seemingly out of nowhere again.

„I don’t know what you are talking about“, Tech replied in a voice much calmer and collected than he felt.

„Oh really? You are not staring at Y/N every time she isn’t looking?“, Crosshair kept mocking in a snarky tone.

„Of course not. Why would I? It… wouldn’t be a polite thing to do“

Crosshair rolled his eyes and said: „That’s the problem“

„What is?“, Tech asked puzzled.

„You are being way too polite, too coy, too shy, too reserved. Women as exquisite as she is are  used to being surrounded by men who are interested in her. You have to be the one man standing out! The Alpha Male!“ Cross explained in a way as if it must have been obvious. Tech blinked and gave it a thought. He had read about such things when it came to certain animals and their mating behavior, but you for sure were not an animal and at first he wanted to refuse to see you this way. Then again- he knew Crosshair was quite successfully with the opposite sex. Tech had some experienc but by far not as much as any of his brother due to his rather reluctant behavior. In theory allthough he probably knew more than all of them together. When Tech didn’t reply Crosshair said: “Trust me on this. You need to be much more dominant and demanding. You have to be the person she just cant refuse”

“That sounds rather… animalistic”, Tech finally said hesitantly. Crosshair shrugged casually with a smug smile. “Well it kind of is. But that’s how I approach the ladies. Never had any complaints” Tech felt a strange lump building in his stomach, afraid about how he should ever bring up enough courage to behave like this towards you. This delicate, wonderfull flower with a smile that filled his head and chest with sunshine everytime you granted it to him. As if Crosshair had read his mind he said: “Let me give you a little incentive or spur if you will -You have one week to make your move, if you haven’t tried it until next week- I will” Cross turned arround and walked towards the ship, leaving his brother with a burning anger and a shattering fear at the same time. Tech wanted to say something to him, something angry, but he just couldn’t form a coherent sentence with his emotions going wild so he kept silent trying to control his breathing while watching his brother disappear into the ship.

Tech turned his gaze to you again. You were taking another probe from the plantlife arround you, seemingly very focused on your task. His heart sank and he felt strangely exposed and helpless for a moment. Tech really didn’t want t compede with his brother and he felt a little hurt because Crosshair threatened to take you away from him. He asked himself if his brother would really do that. His other brothers wouldn’t… but Crosshair… maybe. He got so lost in his thoughts about you and Crosshair, that he didn’t realize you were approaching him until you stood right in front of him, looking up at his face asking: “Are you okay, Tech?”

He blinked, startled. Your gentle tone and the sincere worry on your face made his heart beat frantically in his chest, right up into his throat. Tech pushed his goggles up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. Somehow every time you watched his fingers do something, there was a little tingle in your stomach that somtimes reached down to your core between your legs.

You didn’t know what was going on but you clearly felt that there was something wrong with him at that moment. He towered over you, he was so tall. You weren’t that short but comepered to Tech ,Wookies and Wampas aside, almost every female seemed quite short. But something in his face made him seem so vulnerable in this moment that you just wanted to hug him tightly and tell him that everything was going to be fine. But you didn’t, thinking that it would probably have been awkward to do so.

Tech needed to do something, he was sure to have no other choice. There was something bubbling under the surface, Crosshair had added an ingredient to his brothers mind that didn’t go well with him. There was something cooking, probably way to hot, but he had to risk it, maybe he would burn himself but it was worth it- you were worth it. From one second to the next, something changed, drastically. He just leaned down towards you, grabbing your face with both of his hands, holding your head in place and pressing his warm lips to yours. You were taken completely off guard, dropping your probes and the probe kit into the grass on the ground. At first the way Tech’s lips touched your’s was almost chaste but his hands gripped you quite firmly. It was strange, he seemed determined but also kind of a little in panic. You didn’t know what to think of this, but he didn’t give you much time to think anyways. His tounge darted out, drawing a line on your lower lip, pressing it down, gently yet demandingly. He wanted in, wanted accsess. Your lips parted with a slight gasp, overwhelmed by warmth spreading through each and every of your limbs, finding it’s center between your thighs. Your hands hovered at your sides, besides feeling paralysed you didn’t know what to do with them at the time being. But when his hot, strong tounge met yours in a velvety touch, you moaned into his mouth and your hands shot up onto his shoulders like an instinct, your fingers grabing at anyhting on his armor you could hold on to. He smiled into the kiss, obviously content with your reaction and now much more confident about his own actions. He broke away from the kiss pretty abruptly, leaving you a little dizzy and surprised. When he suddenly grabbed you and gave you a “firemans lift”, throwing you on his shoulder like some luggage, you let out a startled little cry but you didn’t try to resist. You were way to confused and still dazed by his kiss to resist any of his doings right then and there. Tech carried you away from the ship towards a tree line, walking right into the woods you’ve been studiying since you landed here on Endor. You finally found your voice again and asked him coyly: “Tech? Where are you taking me?”

He stopped, looking around, changed the direction towards the south and finally replied simply: “To a place where I can take care of you mesh'la, undisturbed” You were still hanging over his shoulder, pretty helpless in his grip.

Blinking in disbelief you heard yourself asking: “Taking care of me? W-what does that mean?”

Oh you were aware of the meaning, but a part of you didn’t believe it. Your shy Tech, acting like a caveman, manhandling you. The thought spilled hot shivers right threw your body, making your clit throb and your cunt soak itself against your will.

As if he knew he said matter-of- factly: “I think you know very well about my intentions by now cyare” You studied a little mando'a, so you also knew what the words meant he adressed you with and it added a fuzzy, fluffy feeling to the nervous heat inside you. Finally he stopped and let you down to your feet, carefully, just to grab your shoulders pressing you down on your knees and than further into a sitting position, crouching down along with you. His grip wasn’t rough but nore was it gentle. You just stared at him wide eyed not quite sure what to expect next, when he suddenly came closer, pushing you back with his chest so you had no choice but to lie down in front of him. With nimble fingers he unbottened your pants and shirt, pulling the fabric from your body, leaving you in your underware lying on a huge patch of soft moss on the ground. It almost felt more comfortable than your bunk on the ship. Warmth spread on your face, you blushed very aware of being almost naked in front of him and that he soon would find out how wet you already were because of him. Tech hovered over you for a short moment, supporting his weight on his ellbows, before he catched your parted lips in a searing kiss, his tounge sending lightning bolts to your core. One of his legs slid between yours- the moment you tried to close them desperatly to hide your wet panties and at the same time get some fricition- stopping you from doing so. Your thighs trembled from the tension of your heat and shame. When he broke away from the kiss to press his face into the gape between your neck and shoulder, you could hear him taking a deep inhale, taking in your sweet, ravishing scent. His own scent was a mix of tender spices and musk, enveloping you in a heat and warmth that almost made you burst with longing for him. It was overwhelming you didn’t know what to do with your body nor your mind, it was strangely intimidating aswell as wonderful, it almost made you cry. With a very quiet voice you said under your breath, sounding a little spaced out of yourself: “T-tech… what are you doing to me?” His lips wandered up your neck, placing open mouthed kisses along your goospumb covered skin right up to your ear. Very close to the sensitive shell of your ear he said with a low voice, almost sounding like a growl: “I’m making you mine!” His tone, his words- it sent a shiver down your spine and pulled an almost pathetic little whimper from your lips. Tech pressed his thigh against your core and allthough you still wore your panties, it made a wet little squelshing noise. You blushed in shame, hoping so much he didn’t hear it.

“Oh my little mesh'la, are you wet already?”, he asked sounding a bit surprised. You didn’t know what to say or do, but the next thing you did was letting out a startled little cry when Tech took off a glove and sliped with his now naked hand right into your soaked panties. Your eyes were closed shut, you didn’t dare to look at him or what he was doing with you. The image of his wonderful fingers popped up in your mind’s eye and you could’t help but moan.

When you suddenly felt those fingers on your slick folds, hearing that noise again, you whimpered. He played with your lower lips, teasingly. You could hear the smug smile in his voice when he muttered: “Hmm, so wet, all for me”

You squirmed under him, trying to get away from his touch, feeling so ashamed. Tech didn’t let you , holding you in place, finding your clit, starting to gently stroke it. “Don’t do that, don’t try to get away, Mesh'la” he cooed “I need you here. And you need me, don’t you my love?” Your hips bucked at the lustfull sensation of his finger’s ministrations in your panties, you whined before answering barely above a whisper: “Y-yes” “Yes what cyare?”, he asked in an almost reprimanding tone. You gulped before you answered under your breath, trembling under his heating touch: “Yes, I need you Tech!”

One of his fingers made it’s way past your wet entrance, making you cry out in surprise, shame and lust. “P-Please….” you mumbled not knowing what you even begged for- for him to stop or pick up the pace. A second finger entered your wetness, all while his thumb was still working on your sensitive bud. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, making you lose any coherent tought. Without realising it you moved your hips towards his movement, riding his hand, his fingers, all of a sudden chasing your high shamelessly.

Tech watched you fascinated, his length hard and throbbing in his pants behind the codpiece of his armor. He couldn’t believe what was happening, what he was doing to you, with you. Dominating you like this was a thrill to say the least and he was sure his cock must have been almost as hard as a diamond. But he was patient. Being in control over your arousal was delicious and he didn’t plan to let that end any time soon. He was planing on edging you for a while, making you beg for his cock, making you beg him to let you cum. Only the thought of it tickled every nerve in his body and his muscles tensed. Your fingers downright clawed at the armor on his shoulders, desperately trying to ground yourself somehow. Back arched with your head tilted back you whined and whimpered in ecstasy, spilling  unformed words over your rosy lips like a senseless mantra. You knew he was watching, you could feel his hungry eyes on your body while his fingers worked inside of you.   You clearly felt your climax building up. Like a hot knot in your most intimate regions that was about to burst. Your entire body tensed, a whimper came over your lips and your rolling hips became faster. But Tech had other plans. He paused and pinned your hips to the floor in his grip. You could no longer move.

“No! Please… please… please” the words came pleadingly from your mouth.

You became aware of the situation again, felt hot shame coursing through your body.

“What do you want? Do you want me to continue?” he asked teasingly with a devastating smile. It was incredible how small you felt in his grip. Tech was overwhelming, almost frightening but you couldn’t help yourself, his dominance over you was indescribably arousing.

“Please Tech…”, you begged meekly.

He withdrew his hand from you and you almost let out a sob.

Tech let go of you to remove your completely soaked panties. You could feel how wet and slippery your thighs were from your juices. You reached out your hands to him in desperation. When you put your thighs together in an attempt to create relieving friction, he knelt between them and prevented you from doing so. A half angry, half desperate little yelp escaped from your throat, causing Tech to pause for a brief moment, startled. He was looking down on you, kneeling between your thighs. His fingers removed the codpiece of his armor. You could see that something had changed. The last sound that had come out of your mouth had unsettled him and thrown him out of his flow for a moment.

You didn’t know that he was almost panicking, wondering if he had gone too far, if he had harmed you or scared you. “I need you, Tech,” you spoke to him, your voice barely more than a hoarse whisper.

He looked at you, adjusted his glasses, and replied softly, “I’m here for you. Tell me what you need from me my darling.”

Your entire body glowed and pulsed with affection and longing at his words.

“Take me! I want you inside me! I need you!” it suddenly gushed out of you.

A devious grin appeared on his face. Tech pulled his pants, including his underwear, down far enough to free his manhood. You couldn’t help but stare at him hungrily as he knelt there between your thighs with his hard, big and wonderful cock.

You bucked your hips at the sight of his length pulsing in front of you. His hands reached for your hip, gently stroking and kneading it. One of his hands slipped between your thighs on the way to your pubic region, his thumb brushed over your clitoris, whereupon your pelvis reared up expectantly, towards him. He slowly and gently dipped a finger into your cleft, slowly pumping in and out.

“Is that where you need me?” he asked with a sly smile.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest. It wasn’t easy to stay cool, he was incredibly excited and couldn’t wait to take you. Seeing you so needy for his body, for the things he could do with you, was almost unbearably arousing. You moved your pelvis towards his hand, desperate to feel him. With a lustful moan, you nodded and said, “Yes! Tech, don’t make me wait any longer!”

With both hands he grabbed your hips to lift your abdomen a tiny bit, in the same movement he brought his erection into position, the tip pressed against your wet folds at your entrance.

A soft excited whimper came from your lips, then he penetrated into you, long, slow and deep, filling you up to the hilt.

He was big, you could feel him stretching your pussy. Tech paused for a moment, trying to collect himself and give you time to get used to his size. One hand stayed on your hip, the other moved back down to your pubic, began to massage gentle circles on your sensitive bud. And little by little he increased the pressure and speed until you were moaning and bucking under his ministrations. By the time he started moving inside you, milking his shaft inside your pussy, you were already a moaning, whining mess again. Pleading words stumbled over your lips that made no real sense. Your hands tore your bra off your breasts, your own hands greedily kneaded the soft flesh of your bosom, your fingers played with your hard nipples.

The sight elicited a deep moan from Tech that almost resembled a growl. The fingers of his hand on your hips dug into the flesh and would surely leave marks.

He thrust into you faster, harder. Your skin shone under a thin layer of sweat, just like his face. The armor of his thighs kept bumping against your ass with each thrust, and for some reason you couldn’t explain, the touch felt eerily erotic, as did the sound that accompanied it, naked flesh meeting metal. “L-Look at you… Y/N so needy…. so beautiful… Oh mesh'la”

His words were the last drop you needed. Your climax was building rapidly, tingling, buzzing, glowing. Your moans had turned into little screams that made Tech let go more as well. Grunting and moaning, he pushed you over the edge with his thrusts.

In the moment of ecstatic release, a half-swallowed scream came from your throat. Your abdomen glowed tinglingly, your whole body tensed, your pussy clung twitching around his cock.

“Nnnaah” he choked in surprise as he felt your climax. „Where do you want me to…?“ „Inside!“ you interrupted him hastily to make him let go and chase his high. „Y-you sure?“, he asked almost coyly. You nodded „Yes Tech, cum inside me“ The hand that had been busy with your clit sped to your hip. With both hands firmly griping your hip, he picked up a merciless pace that elicited a startled cry from you. It did not take long, however, as his hips stuttered and you could clearly feel his cock pulsing inside you, pumping his seed into you. In a loud groan your name came over his lips. After a few more gentle thrusts that sounded obscenely wet, he finally stopped, breathing heavily. Tech looked down at you, he smiled softly with red ears, as you were actually used to from him. The dominant part was no longer there.

He began to remove the armor pieces from his torso and from his thighs, while his shaft slowly softened inside you. Finally, he lay over you, wrapped his arms around your body so that his elbows held much of his weight, and buried his face in your hair at the nape of your neck. His sudden desire for gentle closeness enveloped you in an all-consuming warmth. And again you felt close to tears. It was so beautiful.

You wrapped your arms around him as well, holding him against you, breathing in his scent.  You could feel his semen dripping out of you and how sticky your thighs were, you would wash as soon as you detached from each other, but at the moment you couldn’t care less.

“What happened to you Tech?”, you finally asked into the silence.

He shifted slightly mumbling at the skin of your neck, “What exactly are you referring to?”

“I think you already know what I mean. You were so different, apart from the fact that I didn’t even know you were attracted to me until today. Honestly, for a brief moment you scared me a little.”

His arms wrapped around you a little tighter. He murmured apologies like a mantra while spreading soft kisses on your neck. Tech remained hidden with his face on your neck, as if he was hiding from your gaze in shame. “Crosshair” he said suddenly and you could hear a hint of anger in his voice “Crosshair had convinced me I needed to be…more dominant. Besides, he gave me an ultimatum.  If I didn’t try you, within a week, he would. I… I didn’t want to risk that you might end up with him instead of me.”

You had to laugh, which finally made Tech come out of hiding. He looked at you critically.

“I’m afraid I can’t find anything amusing about that,” he grumbled.

You grinned at him and said, “I do. Kind of. I mean, the thought of me and Crosshair is almost hilarious.”

Tech sighed with a defiant expression before burying his face in your hair again.

“Besides,” you continued, “I find it interesting that Crosshair has managed to get under your skin so much that you’ve exhibited such drastic behavior. You have to admit from a psychological point of view it was pretty clever, nasty, but clever and effective.” “I don’t really want to admit that, though. I just want to be angry with him,” he replied, sounding a little meek and defiant.

You gently stroked the back of his neck and elicited a surprised, relaxed sigh out of him.

“But he brought us together. In his own… twisted way,” you remarked.

You could feel his heartbeat quicken and your own seemed to match it.

“Does that mean we’re a couple?” he asked, his voice slightly elevated.

“Well, I for one would wish that, yes. What about you?”

He straightened up again to look at you, smiled, and finally engaged you in a, long, gentle and sensual kiss.

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Do you do poly ships? :0 if not feel free to do these two characters separately lol May I get some hcs of Zhongli and Venti on a picnic date with the reader? Just a quiet day in the sun where the Archons can relax for a moment and watch the world go by :D (if you wanna insert some angst maybe they suddenly realize this moment is fleeting bc reader is mortal and won't be with them forever?? Up to you lol 👀) thank you in advance!!!

I actually don't :D kidding ahahah

What I meant to say was that I haven't wrote anything related to poly relationship before so this a cool, first experience for me! And like the dumbass that I am, I took on this request and butchered the heck outta it. Welcome to "A Day In The Life Loving Two Broke Gods"-

Rendezvous with the Gods

Picnic Scenario with Poly!Venti, Zhongli, and You

Background!

It's pretty WACK how you got two of the seven archons to be interested in you in a romantic level.

But I can imagine that the thing that attracted them the most to you is your sense of humanity. As ex-archons, what they needed now is a sense of normalcy and a grasp on reality, and with your knowledge and presence they've come to realize the ways of the mortals fairly easily.

But like, you got the two oldest archons in existence. Even the Traveler is in disbelief at this turn of events.

I think you somehow ended up in this situation when the two of them had a reunion after their retirement, and the conversation went like this: "Have you heard of the fair maiden, (Y/N)? Their existence greatly reminds me of Celestia!" "I had the honor of meeting them yes, how tantalizing they are, even the slightest sight of them invigorates me through the whole day."

They'd shower you with praises among one another, and you're forced to sneeze for an hour straight somewhere in Teyvat.

Preparation!

*wheeze*

First thing I thought was "How probable is it that Venti drinks Dandelion Wine at 4 in the afternoon?"

The answer is yes.

You three have planned this picnic days ahead, maybe even a week. As all of you have your own work and errands to deal with, probably not Venti tho, a gathering of this magnitude that requires you three to be present for hours are not as common as you'd think.

First order of business: location! The most obvious answer would have been Starsnatch Cliff, Windrise or even Dihua Marsh.

While thinking, Venti and Zhongli ended up sharing a look, and suddenly the location was settled.

No, you don't know where it is, and they tell you that they'll handle it.

You don't have to worry.

You are very worried.

Next, the food! Being in a relationship with two broke Gods made you the alpha in terms of Mora, and on this occasion, you're once again forced to put your foot down and provide.

With that in mind, both of them could only offer a guilty smile and a nervous laugh.

The outcome of your meal depends on your cooking skills really: if you're good or decent, what a heart-warming picnic that would be.

They must have tasted your cooking before so they would ask for requests on your delicious home cooking —

something light that goes with tea, said Zhongli.

something meaty and heavy to pair with wine, said Venti.

It's a wonder how you deal with these two together.

If you're absolutely terrible at cooking, like Suspicious Dish™ rating, you're gonna have to rely on your Mora to get takeout for this date.

Everything else you've pretty much wrapped up quickly, all you have to do now is wait.

Picnic Time!

Venti was the one to pick you up from your housing to guide you to the location, greeting you with a chaste kiss on the cheek before aiming for the picnic basket hanging by your elbow.

You don't let him; he might eat it on the way there honestly

Cute boy is practically shaking with excitement as he hauls you up over a cliff face and carefully nyoom! over the sea

Where is he taking you?

You didn't dwell much longer when you saw a small island in the distance, a rock formation by the edge and most notably, you're tall lover standing next to an elegant patterned brown and gold blanket placed over the sea of flora.

Welcome to Heart Island!

Very cheesy

The Geo archon greets you with a kiss on the hand before being tackled to the ground by a buzzing Venti.

How that was physically possible was beyond you-

You set up and laid down all the food you got for today's picnic: Fresh apples, 'Breakfast' Sandwich, Chicken and Mushroom Skewers!

You've also noticed a picnic basket to the side that wasn't yours. Noticing your stare, Zhongli pulled out his contributions: Mora Meat, a pitcher of Iced Tea, and a bowl of Mushroom Stew.

Out of nowhere, Venti manifests his own offerings to the table: Apples, Dandelion Wine and Mondstadt Hash Browns.

You have no idea how these two managed to prepare or afford such meals but you appreciate it nonetheless.

They had the whole week to save up Mora just for this picnic, how cute aww

The first to take a bite is Venti, defo. You and Zhongli would be prepping the utensils while the Anemo boy sneaks some food into his mouth, even if you smack his hand multiple times, he's not gonna relent.

A lot of catching up happens in this picnic: your wild commissions, Venti's recent performances, Zhongli's uh consultant stuff.

These are the rare moments where Zhongli isn't the one filling up the conversation more, satisfied with hearing the voices of his lovers and listening to their joys or woes.

The whole picnic is accompanied by Venti's lyre, strumming softly, unrelenting, to make sure all of you are enjoying the serenity of the island.

You and Zhongli take turns spoon feeding him cuz he just won't stop PLAYING

Zhongli made the Iced Tea

Zhongli made the Iced Tea

Very refreshing, right amount of sweet, would honestly be a good alternative for Venti's alcoholism

Speaking of, he's tipsy now

He's on a full-blown performance now, serenading and urging you two into a dance after eating "to digest the food faster"

Not really believable but you danced anyways.

Zhongli would decline first as he starts cleaning up

But give him a little more nudge, pull on his hand, he'll crave eventually

Rex Lapis is actually a pretty decent dancer

HAVE YOU SEEN HOW GRACEFUL HE DROP KICKS HIS SPEAR

Such a relaxing day off the three of you deserve

By the time the sun already dipped the horizon and you guys still had time to spare, you and Venti would be dozing off on the blanket while leaving the few remaining clean up to Zhongli. It was a tiring yet enjoyable day that's deserving of a nice and dreamy nap.

"Morax..." He'd hear an uncharacteristically somber voice as he makes his way over to where you both lay. Your back resting on the Anemo archon's chest as he spoons you. His teal eyes stare unmoving at your open palm of which the Geo archon takes into his as he sits down.

Little cuts litter your rough hands, from your adventures, some fresh from today to prepare your dishes. How frail and sensitive mortal hands are.

"I'll miss them, so so much." Venti confessed as his grip around you tightens, free-flowing tears erupt from his eyes that are unfocused, as if he was years away with that thousand yards stare that the other God had familiarized himself with.

For the second time in his whole lifetime, Rex Lapis found himself at a loss for words.

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"Ohhh, a luxurious chest! What's it doing so far out here?" The Traveler lets the floating companion ramble as they pull the chest open, excited for the new artifacts they'll come by.

A teal goblet with gold accents worn out through the years from disuse as parts of its paint are chipped off as gray splotches, laid perfectly in the middle of a brown wool blanket with intricate gold and silver geometric patterns. On each side lays an Anemoculus and Geoculus, softly glowing yet dimming in pulses.

They pick it up with utmost care for safe-keeping, to ask for their archon friends in the future. Who knows, it might be the closure they needed.

This took some time and a lot of pondering wow! This is even more chaotic than the Albedo one ahahah I've made myself sad just thinking about this— anyways thank you so much for requesting and your lovely support! Please let our archon bbs be happy ywy

[ally22042000]

Linked by fate

Introduction

Werewolf AU

Fluff, Angst

OT7 x Reader

Pack Alpha: Namjoon

Alpha: Hoseok, Jimin, Jungkook

Beta: Seokjin, Yoongi, Taehyung

Omega: Y/N

Wordcount: 2K

A/N: Hobi’s got kind of long 😊. I hope you like this. I had this idea in my head for a while and would love to write more pieces about them and their journey. Pls tell me what you think about it and you can always leave requests if there are certain things you’d like to read. -Ally

It has always been the eight of you. Since your childhood you were inseparable. A bond was created whose strength and depth was unknown to most. A phase, everybody thought, that was going to fade away the older you would get. The longing for independence was supposed to fill your minds and draw you apart from each other. A prediction that since this day has not occurred.

Namjoon, the born alpha, who one day will take over his mother’s pack and be the leader everyone imagined him to be. He has shown his ability to take care of others, since a young age. Like that time in Taehyung’s first year of elementary school. He never told the others about the bullies at school who made is life a living hell simply because he had a different approach to most tasks. They declared him as weird and treated him like an outsider.

The leader picked up on his change in behaviour quickly, noticing that the six-year-old started speaking less and only answering questions that were specifically direct at him. A one-eighty to his usual happy and chattery personality. He picked the younger boy up from school the next day and walked in on a scene that made his blood run cold. Three boys were standing above Tae, the little wolf covering on the floor, his painting crushed under the tallest foot.

A growl left the alpha and before Namjoon knew what had happened, he had shifted for the first time. Four paws running across the school grounds scaring of the three kids, that knew they didn’t stand a chance against the son of the cities pack alpha. It was the first time Namjoon had to stand up for one of his members and seeing Taehyung on the floor in front of him, tears glistening on his round cheeks and admiration shining in his eyes as he petted the brown wolf in front of him, he knew, he would do anything to keep his pack safe.

Seokjin, as the medic of the group, was an important asset. Always patched up the maknae line when they were rough housing as you were all growing into your hierarchical roles and pheromones were going wild. Or that one time an older she-wolf had pushed you to the ground during Junior High, saying you were too young to play with them. Quickly you had gotten up and pulled on her hair, which resulted in her running her nails over your face and leaving scratches on your cheek and chin. Her teacher broke up the fight and you were both send home. 

After the scolding of your parents, Jin was called over and addressed your wounds. Nothing major had to be done and at the and you and the beta fell asleep watching a movie in your living room. Your faced buried in his neck, in haling the familiar mixture between wood and rice, which had always been able to calm you down.

Yoongi, who always napped in the corner during kindergarten and growled at anyone who annoyed him. But he was always more bark than bit. Unless the situation called for it of course. In elementary he shifted his nap place beneath the tree on the playgrounds. Enjoying the shade as a brise tousled his dark brown fur. Jungkook loved to sneak up on the elder and pull his ears, then quickly escape his nip and giggling while Yoongi chased him around the tree. Seokjin calling from the seesaw that he would not patch up any injuries. A smile bright on his face.

Hoseok, the glue of your group, as the son of your pack’s master of fight he was born with an amount of agility and skill like none of you. Nobody believed that the little sunshine boy could arise to the role assign but whenever the necessity arouse Hobi proved to everyone what a skilled fighter and wolf he was and that he was able to protect his pack.

You remember it clearly, that day Jimin and you went for a run. It had only been a few weeks since the both of you turned for the first time, so walking on for legs was still a hurdle to overcome. You weren’t allowed to leave the grounds of your pack; it was too dangerous considering that you still couldn’t protect yourself in this form. But you didn’t care, choosing to enjoy the freedom you had and testing your limits in this new form.

Unaware of the presence watching you, analysing your movements and swiftly deciding, that you both were an easy match. One second you were pulling on Jimin’s tail, messing with the older and the next a vicious growl came from behind you. Jimin immediately stood between you and the rouge, trying to shield his omega from harms way. One look at the other wolf showed that he was older, probably in his thirties or forties, and as strong as Jimin was or a seventeen-year-old, you both were aware of the fact, that he didn’t stand a chance against the intruder. You needed help. The second your howled, was the second the rouge decided to attack. He new he didn’t have much time and had to get rid of you fast. He crashed into Jimin’s body, their forms rolling around on the ground. The white fur of your pack member a stark contrast to your surroundings and the brown fur of the attacking wolf.

A yelp from Jimin is what caused you to spring into action. Blood was dripping down his left shoulder. You tried to let out a terrifying growl but even to your ears it sounded pathetic. It was enough to get the wanted attention though. The rough turned his attentiveness to you, baring his teeth which were covered in Jimin’s blood. You stood your ground, willing to do whatever it took to protect your pack member. His slow steps rapidly changed into a sprint and you reciprocated the action. But before you could meet, Hoseok jumped out of the bushes surrounding you, catching the wolf mid-air and forcing him to the ground.

It wasn’t much of a fight. Hoseok was clearly stronger and more skilled than the intruder. Quickly he brought the enemy on his back and snaped his neck with his teeth. Letting go of the body, he turned around and scanned the situation. It was clear that Jimin need immediate attention, so he ran over to the younger wolf. You stood frozen in place, staring at the dead animal, whose eyes were open and facing you. You hadn’t noticed when the others arrived and Seokjin tending to Jimin’s wound. Jumping slightly when Hobi pressed his head into your neck, startling you.

You stared into his eyes. Apart of both of you feared that you would be scared of him after having seen him murder someone. Taking a life so easily. But the look in his eyes showed nothing but love and protectiveness. A silent massage, that he always would protect you and the pack, whatever it may cost.

Jimin, beauty and elegance personified in one little being. Form a young age he was always well spoken and able to swoon anybody with his silver tongue and remarkable looks. Especially in Senior high, those looks brough a lot of insecurities with them and put a lot of pressure on Jimin mentally. He would skip out on meals and train whenever he could. Being a part of the dance team with Hoseok, his body was always on display for others to judge. A fact which brought a lot of fear and dark thoughts.

It was Yoongi who realised it first. The both of them were always bickered like an old married couple but cared for each other deeply. When he realised what Jimin was doing he immediately went to Jin and Namjoon. The four of them had a long talk which involved a lot of shouting and accusations. Until Jimin broke down crying. The walls he had built came trembling down and he admitted to the negative thoughts clouding his mind. That night you set up a nest for you and the alpha. Cuddling him all night long, while whispering uplifting words of affection into his hair.

Taehyung, the artist with a smile that could dazzle the sun. His talent for remembering paths and nature facts has helped your group out of a lot of scary situations and gets acknowledge often in your pack. Particularly, when the alphas and betas went out for a hunt, Taeyhung’s attended was often requested alongside Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s to insure the safe and swift return of everyone.

Furthermore, he loved to help out in the nearby day care. Playing with the kids and reading them stories took up a big part of his free time, especially during holidays. He often forced Jimin to go with him, so he could teach them a new choreography. It always ended with Jimin going home more exhausted than he is after dance practise.  

Jungkook, brute strength embodied in a boy with a heart of gold. Always ready to stir up trouble, especially with Tae or Jin, and loves to be babied my everyone. He never fails to be responsible and attentive for the ones he loves though. Like that time, you caught a cold during winter break and only the maknae line was home. The hyungs had to attend a pack meeting with Namjoon’s mother out of town.

Jungkook had cooked you soup everyday and made sure you took your medicine at the right moments. He called Jin multiple times during those four days to make sure he did everything right. Late at night he would crawl into bed with you and provide you with his body heat. His alpha on high alert to make sure his omega was comfortable and protected while she rested.

Y/N, the only omega of the group, but still a force to be reckoned with. As the only girl in the group, you know how to keep the young wolfs in check. Never letting them get out of line. Whacking them over the back of their heads whenever the situations called for it, which was often. Although you are able to stand up for yourself, your omega tendencies shine through whenever you are with the boys. Loving to be pampered and cared for by them. Physical affection playing a huge part in your relationship. A language all of you learn to read and communicate with.

Getting off form a stressful day at school, you would ride the bus past your stop and go over to one of their houses. Laying in Namjoons bed while he reads a book about pack laws and traditions or you would back hug Seokjin while he prepared something to eat for everyone. Calling the others over, so the eight of you could watch a movie or play a board game. You firmly planted on Hoseok’s lap, enjoying the way he played with your hair and getting fed popcorn by Taehyung.

In public you were the strong and independent omega your parents raised you to be, but with them you were able to relax and let them take control. Letting them indulge in their providing nature. Something you were very grateful for. Every day.

This were the eight little troublemakers whose love for each other is unheard of. A weird mixture of personalities. Where one goes the other seven follow. 32 pairs of paws, seven tails and one heartbeat.

[girlmeetsliv3]

Lilies of the Valley XII

A/B/O!BTS x Reader

Flowers can have different meanings depending on the flower shape, color, and method in which they are presented. Lilies are my favorite for such a simple flower can have so many distinct meanings.

“The scent of lily of the valley is considered by some to be the most attractive out of any wild flower.”

Release Date: 06/26/20 @  7 pm

previously

Trigger Warning: Some of the contents may not be suitable for all audiences. These include dubious consent, gas lighting, victim blaming/shaming, toxic relationship, and various forms of abuse as well as rationalization of said abuse.  This is a work of fiction and doesn’t represent the character of bangtan sonyeondan. Enjoy ~~~

           YN hadn’t even realized she had fallen asleep, likely exhausted by the day’s events. What she did know is that the pain in her neck was killing her and that her bite mark felt like it was throbbing. When she shifts slightly her hand hits the door and all the memories came rushing back to her, in a weakened state she reached up, trying the doorknob again. Still locked. Her eyes stung and her vision was incredibly blurry from still being mostly asleep. Though from glancing at the clock, it seemed to be around three in the morning. YN yawned, crawling towards her bed in desperate need of actual rest. The second her head hit the pillow, she fell back asleep that’s when the nightmares began.

           YN had a cotton blue blanket thrown over her shoulders, it had been given to her by the officer in charge the second she stepped foot inside the police station. Her right foot moved rapidly up and down, YN could hear her mother's voice echoing in her head. Telling her to stop shaking her foot, but she couldn't help it. YN didn't entirely understand what had happened, she knew the events leading up but most things were a blur. The only certain thing was the large bite on the right side of her body; where her shoulder met her neck. The person in front of her - the officer - looked like the stereotype: big, buff, likely an alpha though YN's nose was plugged. The stare he gave her was intimidating and YN felt like she was being interrogated for a crime rather than reporting one.

"We're going to have to go over what happened. Can you tell me where you went after the gym?" His voice was stained with a roughness that did not match his age. The officer's voice was almost as hard as his eyes. YN's eyes trailed to the pin on the left side right above his plaque. Officer Yang hadn't even bothered to introduce himself. "I was uncomfortable." Everyone knew. “I felt uncomfortable, so I went to change in the bathroom. Alone.” Yang wrote something down in the file, before glancing back up at her. His eyes disarmed her like he was trying to see through her. “That’s when your heat started and you met,” he looked down at the file again, “Jungkook?” YN nodded.

           “I just saw him and ran to him.” I felt a pull. There were somethings she couldn’t say, things that seemed crazy to her to even think. YN blamed it all on the heat, she wasn’t normally like this. “What did Jungkook say when he saw you in that state?” There was something in Yang’s eyes that alarmed YN, but she thought back to what exactly the young alpha had said. “YN. Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?” YN parted her lips to speak when Yang pointed the pen in his hand accusingly.

           “Did you know him before this?”

           “No, but…” I trusted him. YN clears her throat, "I knew of him." YN doesn't visibly shrink at the way she's being stared at. She knows it won't do her any favors, but it does make her look anywhere else rather than at the officer in front of her.  

           “I see.” Then, he looks back down at his file. “Please continue, Ms. YLN. What happened afterward?” The officer’s hand waved in a circular motion.

           “He offered to take me home, but I didn’t want to so we went to his place.”

Officer Yang slams shut the file folder but place his pen down carefully. The two actions entirely contradictory and it causes fear to spike in YN's body.

           “Are you aware that Jungkook has other mates?”

           YN nods, “Yes, but it wasn’t like that.” It wasn’t a betrayal. Jungkook didn’t appear to have a mating bond, even if he did. YN distinctly remembers him encouraging & reciprocating, something that doesn’t make much sense as he should be physically incapable.

           “But you were aware that Jungkook had just recently presented as an alpha? That his rut was right around the corner?”

           YN began to put the pieces together. The narrative the officer was trying to form and she wasn’t allowing it. Couldn’t allow it. “I didn’t. Not until later.” When we kissed. YN fisted the material of her jeans, she could feel her heart beginning to race and she urged it to relax.

           “What about the bite, how did that happen?”

As if sentient, the bite throbbed. There were still dried specks of blood surrounding it even though the team had tried to carefully disinfect it. They even gave her a pack filled with antibiotics and first aid essentials. "I felt extreme pain and then I woke up. I don't even really remember falling asleep." Though YN is aware that she went missing for three days, they're mostly a blur. YN can only remember key moments: those when her heat was the worst.  

           “So what you’re saying then is that you didn’t see who did it. Weren’t his mates in the house? Couldn’t it have been any of them?” Yang’s tone was bordering on frustration, aggression even, as if it were him and not her who had just been in a traumatic situation. YN doesn’t have her phone on her, it’s in her mother’s purse outside. She wishes she could show the texts, the calls, the voicemails: all of them from Jungkook. Him pleading at her to forgive him, to come back, to let him explain. It sounded more like desperate wails than a remorseful cry. “No, but -”

           “Not to mention it was consensual.”

           “I-i don’t understand.”

           Officer Yang looks around the room as if making sure no one was listening, then he leans in. The way one might when telling a secret, when sharing important information. YN shifts and feels the blanket sliding off her shoulder, her hands fly to it to adjust it. Her grip was strong and frightened. “Look this doesn't look too well. Yeah, you could take it to court but they aren't very favorable to people of your condition.” My condition? “Not to mention the fact that it would go on your record. Plus, alpha bites don't heal everyone knows that especially not on an omega.” YN felt the fight leave her body even her posture was as rigid as could be. “It’s not worth it, kid. Not worth tarnishing your reputation.”

           Not even a second passed before the door was open, an angry woman storming in. “What the fuck are you doing? You aren’t part of the special victims unit.” The woman looked furious, she was much taller than officer Yang and didn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the harsh glare directed at her. “I was following protocol. Christian asked me to step in.” Just like that, Yang stood up and left. Not bothering to spare YN a glance on his way out. Too riled up, the female officer had yet to notice YN’s appearance. The paleness of her skin, the stillness of her form, the lack of will to live in her eyes.

           "Hello, I'm Officer Kim. I'm with the special victim's division." Officer Kim waited to see if YN responded, instead of speaking YN only nodded curtly. Kim glared at the door, cursing Yang out in her head, "I'm sorry about him. He can be an ass sometimes." YN however remains unresponsive as tears begin to stream down her face. "Hey, are you alright?" YN nods again though almost unperceptively this time.

“I’m very sorry for what’s occurred to you, YN. But I want you to know it isn’t your fault and that we are here to help.” Officer Kim sent a comforting smile, trying to ease YN’s nerves. YN remained silent, her grip on the blue blanket thrown around her shoulders was so strong her fingers were white. The officer sighed, tilting her head slightly to send a look to the people behind the screen. When she looked back at YN, all she saw was the teenager’s glassy widened eyes. It had been an accident, a terrible one, but teenagers tended to be reckless. If the gruesome bite on YN’s neck was anything to show for it.  

“Do you want to press charges?”

YN shook her head, caving in on herself even more. Jungkook's sorry wails still echoed in her head. It didn't matter, what's done is done. YN looked up to meet the officer Kim's warm golden eyes. Her lips parted and she could see the anticipation building up in the cop's face only for there to be a disappointment once YN spoke.

“I just want to go home.”

 YN felt warmth radiating from her sides, as well as the rhythmic thudding of a heart near her ear. YN couldn’t exactly tell who was next to her, their scent muted, though it was probably done purposefully. When YN’s eyes finally peeled open they met Seokjin’s dark ones. His arms were wrapped around her torso, whilst Taehyung’s legs were coiled around hers. It feels like a contest between her and the alpha seeing who will break first, YN almost expects it to be her until he finally speaks.

“How did you sleep last night?”

YN wasn't expecting that. Wasn't expecting them to pretend as if nothing happened. Or did they see nothing wrong with locking her inside the room? YN struggled to believe that, they wouldn't have been in her bed if it wasn't check up on her - to make sure she stayed there. What about the police sirens? Had Rosé contacted them after YN’s text? Truth be told YN couldn’t remember where her phone was, but it must be in the room.

“I slept well. What about you?”

Seokjin didn’t bother replying, it didn’t seem like he cared to. All he did was smile at her, a polite one that didn’t reach his eyes. From beside her, Taehyung groaned then his eyes opened staring at YN intensely. The two men simply observed YN and the longer it went on for the more unnerved she felt. Like they were waiting for something to happen. Once again, the second YN was about to speak they threw her for a whiplash.

“We’re having you move into the main house. There’s been a lot of robberies around the area recently and we don’t think it’s safe for you to be so far away.” Taehyung’s voice didn’t sound rough or sleepy at all, his appearance wasn’t disheveled either. Neither was Seokjin’s. YN wondered if they had been pretending to sleep just to lull her into a false sense of security. They were probably waiting for me to wake up. YN was exhausted from having to put up a front around the men, but if that’s what it took to get them off her back then so be it.

YN forced a small smile on her face, “What room?”

“Our room,” Seokjin replied, not missing a beat.

Taehyung didn’t even give YN time to process anything for he stood up and pulled her along with him. “You have a guest waiting.”

When YN sees Rosé she almost cries tears of joy but holds them back as she can feel eyes on her figure. Rosé as well shoots YN a look but rushes towards her nonetheless, embracing YN in a tight hug. "I missed you so much. It's been forever since we spoke." YN knows at that moment that her best friend feels it too. Feels the eyes and ear likely plastered on the walls, YN wouldn't be surprised to find out there are hidden cameras around the house. "I'm sorry Rosé, I've just been busy." Rosé lets go of YN but does lace their hands together. YN squeezes Rosé's fingers three times. "That's not an excuse not to talk to me. You know I can't go more than one second without you or I die." YN couldn't help but giggle at how overdramatic Rosé was being for her sake. For the first time in a long time, YN felt safe again then it was taken from her again.

“I didn’t know you were coming today, Rosé.” Jimin’s head popped around the corner, the charming smile plastered on his face sure to make anyone swoon. Jimin walked towards them, stopping next to YN and wrapping his arm around her waist. It was a power move. Then, he kissed the corner of her lip YN was unable to do anything about it. Rosé, not missing a beat, responds casually. “Sorry I just missed YN a lot and I was around the area.”

“Ah, Lucas lives around here doesn’t he?”

Rosé looked a bit shocked but nodded. “Yeah. Do you know him?” She cast YN a glance, but YN was just as confused as her.

"Yeah, he went to our school." Jimin then turned to YN, "Don't you remember Wong Lucas? He was close to Kookie." YN read between the lines, but it seems Rosé didn't. "Oh, that's great." YN turned back to face her friend who was conversing with Jimin about her new boyfriend. YN felt a pit grow in her stomach. Their threats were no longer subtle, Jimin had all but implied that Lucas in their field. Lucas: the man who caused Rosé's eyes to shine and cheeks to dust just by speaking about him. Now that YN was in far too deep was when she realized how meticulously they must have planned. Her supposed mates weren't just bad, they were machiavellian levels of evil.

“Alright, then it’s set.” Jimin clapped his hands, drawing YN’s attention out of her thoughts.

“What?”

Jimin smile was sadistic, "Rosé and Lucas are going to join us for dinner tonight. Won't that be fun? A double date of sorts." Seeing Rosé nod enthusiastically YN finds that no one can help but to fall prey to Jimin's charms.

In her search for Namjoon, YN stumbled upon Yoongi and Hoseok arguing in the office. At least that is what she assumed until she got closer. “What is the right way then?!” Hoseok was screaming into a phone as Yoongi was sitting on his lap trying to calm him down, massaging his neck. Whoever it was they were speaking to on the other line must’ve said something to make them mad, for YN only saw the alpha this riled up when he felt that his pack was threatened. Yoongi sighed, leaning in closer to the phone and listening to what the other person had to say. There was a visible pout on his face and Hoseok tried to kiss it away. They both listened intently to the other person before Yoongi dejectedly muttered, “Nothing we do will ever be enough.”

YN was beginning to wonder if bad luck would always follow her, she had been actively avoiding the lead alpha since yesterday. Not wanting to be alone with any of them, except maybe Jungkook, until she figured everything out. Until YN could understand why Namjoon had bitten her and why Jungkook had taken the blame. It seems ironic that when she would confront Namjoon, the two of them would be together. YN had planned on slamming the door open, but it was already slightly open. Though truly it was the moans that stopped her. High, whiny moans that exited Jungkook’s mouth as Namjoon pounded into him. There wasn’t much that YN could see considering the sheets that covered them and how Namjoon’s large frame obscured them.

She should have walked away. Should have moved and pretended not to see anything, but YN was frozen in place. Right on Jungkook’s neck was a fresh bite mark, the wound still bleeding slightly. It matched the one on Namjoon’s bicep though that one hadn’t broken skin. That wasn’t what caught YN’s attention though - at least not for long. It was the tattoo on Jungkook’s left breast: two lilies, one tilted towards the right with the bottom one facing forward. It was her tattoo. The one on her shoulder. Jungkook had the same tattoo as her.

YN turned to run away, but she crashed into a solid figure. Shakingly her eyes traveled upwards and met with Seokjin. Please don’t. YN struggled against him, but Seokjin didn’t release her. His left hand gripped her wrist tightly and with his right, he slammed the door open causing the pair of lovers to stop what they were doing. “Stop. Let go of me.” Seokjin didn’t listen, pushing YN inside before stepping in and closing the door behind him. Jungkook was covering himself with the bedsheets and Namjoon had pulled on pants amidst her struggle with the alpha. Now that Namjoon was facing her YN saw the same tattoo on him and she wondered if all of them had it. If it had been some sick bonding thing.

Finally, she breaks. “You’re all sick! Sick in the head! You planned all of this, you planned it all.” Seokjin’s grip doesn’t break and YN fails to notice her yelling has drawn the attention of the other members. “You took advantage of me. You stalked me and studied all to complete some stupid fucking bond that probably doesn’t exist.” YN swore she heard the betas whimper, but she didn’t give a damn. Namjoon’s face remains stoic though based on how tight his jaw has locked the words must hurt him. Good.

“Who told you that?”

The bastard wasn’t even trying to deny it. That only infuriated YN more, “Yoongi told me, said you saw me in the field at school. In the lily field.” All of them stiffen. Namjoon sighs, running his hand through his hair tugging at it. He signals for Seokjin to let go of her and YN doesn’t realize just how much he’d been supporting until YN falls to the ground. “Please leave.” At his words, the betas along with Jungkook exit the room none of them daring to disobey. The door closes behind them with a click and YN’s senses feel on edge being surrounded by only alphas. Seokjin moves to take a seat on the bed and Hoseok stands behind YN, blocking the door.

Namjoon crouches in front of her, his eyes blank and empty. “You have two options: you can stay locked in this house, in this room, until you grow to love us. Or you could stop pretending and complete the bond.”

YN is shocked, “Pretending?”

“Lily, I knew from the second I saw you that we were meant to be. That you were the one we’ve been missing, the only reason you don’t feel it is because you’re an omega.”

“If you knew the second you saw me, why didn’t you approach me?! Why didn’t you say anything?!”

“Because we had been told time and time again that you wouldn’t feel the bond because you were an omega,” Namjoon yelled, his hands shaking as he tried to make YN understand. She couldn’t. She didn’t want to. “That your sub-gender was incapable of reciprocating it as a means of survival. That you would never love us the way we loved you, not unless it was forced.”

"Oh for fuck's sake Namjoon, I had a crush on you for an entire year. The only reason I never acted on it was that I knew you had mates." Suddenly everything Namjoon had said came forth, "What do you mean my sub-gender I hadn't presented yet." Then, with widened eyes and newfound horror: "You knew?"

Namjoon didn’t bother replying, YN could decipher everything just from the way his expression shifted from anger to pity. YN felt the room begin to get smaller, closing in on her, it became increasingly difficult to breathe. Namjoon tried to hold her, but she pushed him away fearing he would make it worse. YN panicked, she wasn’t breathing. Couldn’t breathe. As her mates crowded around her trying to calm her down, YN wished for it all to end.

When she came to it was in a different room: Jungkook’s. The main himself stood over her, observing her with waves of apathy coming off him. His gaze trailed slowly across her body taking in every tiny detail, but it focused on her neck. YN’s hand latched onto her bite mark and was relieved to find an old scar instead of a fresh wound.

"You bit me," Jungkook stated, fixing YN with a pointed stare. "Technically it was more of a nibble, barely even nicked me, but for a newly presented alpha amid his rut - it was more than enough." YN didn't understand what Jungkook was saying, but he placed his finger on her lips before she could get a word out. "I went into a frenzy. I wanted to bite you. To mate with you even though a part of me knew I shouldn't. I couldn't control myself." He took a seat next to YN's head. "It took all six of them to restrain me and even once I was out of the room they weren't sure I would be able to control myself. Not to mention someone had to stay with you because heats, especially the first one, can be a dangerous thing."

"No one wanted to volunteer though, none of them felt they could control themselves either. It wasn't for lack of will or want. It was instinct. So, it fell on Namjoon's shoulders." Jungkook shrugs, "After the fact, Namjoon states he doesn't remember what happened. We wanted to apologize, to explain, but when we went to check up on you again...you were gone." Jungkook refuses to look at YN, but she can tell by the way his eyes shine that he's holding back tears. "I won't even attempt to explain what that felt like. We had mated, become one, and you ran away. What hurt most wasn't that the rejection, but that you weren't even aware of what you were doing."

A singular tear falls and YN can no longer tell if Jungkook is attempting to manipulate her or being genuine. “I took the blame because it was my fault. I should have controlled myself better. Had I, none of this would’ve happened. We could’ve been together and my mates wouldn’t be suffering.”

YN couldn’t stand it anymore. “Jungkook?” The young alpha’s eyes were full of love, adoration, and unhealthy infatuation. “I wish I never met you. Any of you.”

Just like that, it was gone, YN could begin to understand why Jungkook was one of them. They were all so similar, the way they could flip a switch and become different people. Jungkook laughed, hysterically so, it lasted several minutes but once his laughter died down was when YN truly feared for her life.

“I'm sorry YN, but I'll bite you myself if that's what it takes. Dr. Kang says that one the partial bond is completed that you'll feel the bond. That you'll be with us.”

“And if I don’t?”

“The doctor you went to see called the cops & stated that she was worried about the nature of our relationship. That's why they were here yesterday night. We might've mentioned that there is a beta couple that is allowing an unmated omega to live with them illegally.” Rosé!

Jungkook snickered, “Don't worry she's staying with Lucas. Also before you go thinking about making any rash decisions a partial bond can't be broken. Theoretically, it is something that can only occur between mates. Don’t try to break it you might die.” Then he clapped his hands together as if having realized something. “Not to mention what it would mean for your family if you ran away. Shuhua's family is an incredibly old school & I'd doubt they'd want to associate w/ people like that. Might just cancel the whole wedding.”

“You bastards. You planned all of this didn't you?!”

"No. Most of the time we just got really lucky. You can't outwit fate, lily."

YN felt pathetic, she’d fallen so easily into their trap and there was no way out. YN needed a way out. Desperately, she did the only thing she could think of. “Let’s just start over Jungkook. We can leave the past behind and get to know each other from scratch. I’ll forget about everything and try. Please Jungkook.”

He shook his head, “We’ve waited too long to start all over.” That was all it took. The final words needed to crush YN’s hope. She felt her heart whither and her bite throb.

Jungkook had left YN alone after that, leaving her to waste away as she stared into the ceiling. Wondering who she had wronged in her past life to be deserving of so much pain. In those dark moments, YN realized there was something far more terrifying than be surrounded by delusional men - the fact that she had surrendered. There was no way for her to escape. Even if she managed to leave the house the authorities would send her right back or place her into the boarding house to be sold off. There was no winning. YN couldn't win.

A knock on the door drew her back down to the earth she so desperately wanted an escape from. Taehyung peered inside and YN was thankful it wasn’t Jungkook again. “You have to get ready. Going on a date remember?” When YN doesn’t reply, Taehyung walks over his steps light. YN thinks he’s going to be upset until the beta scoops her off the bed, cradling her in his arms. “Oh, lily. I know it’s scary, but I promise you. It isn’t. You’ll feel it. Feel happiness.” Taehyung tenderly kisses her forehead and carries her to the bathroom. By the time YN comes out, he has left and a white silk dress is laid on the bed.

           Namjoon is the only one dressed and that worries her. The rest of them are in the living room preparing to wave them off. “We figured it be best not to cause such an uproar,” Namjoon explains, YN knows that isn’t true as they’ve never cared about that before but agrees nonetheless.

           “Have fun!”

"Who wants dessert?" Lucas asks and Rosé agrees enthusiastically, YN on the other hand can barely manage to finish her food. Rosé meets her gaze and YN can see some regret in them, but its quickly replaced by annoyance. YN darts her eyes back to her plate of food and Namjoon squeezes her hand gently.  

           “Why can’t you see how lucky you are? You don’t have to worry about anything. You have people who love you and protect you, whilst all you can do is complain. I get that you don’t reciprocate their feelings, but isn’t feeling safe so much more important?! You have a roof over your head. You went to a good school and will probably pop out beta and alpha pups.”

           YN grabs her glass of water and chugs it down, trying to swallow back the sob threatening to escape.

“Yet all you can do is throw yourself a pity party because you’re an omega. Grow up and stop looking down on yourself.”

Rosé hadn’t approached it the right way, hadn’t meant to be so cruel. Or maybe she had. Still, she was right and YN knew it. From Rosé’s point of view, YN had been given everything an omega could ever want. Everything anyone could ever need and she was throwing it away for trivial matters. There were others out there having it a lot worse - Rosé included. If it didn’t work out with Lucas then she would be forced to go with her brother. The only reason it wouldn’t work out with Lucas would be because of YN. She couldn’t do that to her friend. It was time, she stopped.

YN squeezed Namjoon’s hand signaling to him that she wanted to leave. “I’m sorry, but I think its time for us to go.” The lead alpha smiled, dimples on full display. “It was a pleasure meeting you though, we should do this again.” Lucas nodded, “Of course. We had fun.” YN nodded forcing a smile on for pleasantries. Rosé didn’t bother to look at YN and she was beyond thankful for that, not thinking she would be able to hold back her tears if she did.

 The streets were practically empty, so the ride wouldn’t take as long. Still, YN counted every second working up the courage to accept her fate. In the middle seat of the row, lay their hands intertwined, and much like how their bond worked, YN felt it was meant to be a display of control rather than something comforting. There was no point in fighting it anymore, there was no winning against fate.

“Bite me.”

Namjoon whirled his head, seemingly caught off guard by what YN had asked. The space between his brows wrinkled by a frown. Before Namjoon could speak, before YN could talk herself out it, she kissed him. YN moved to straddle him and their kisses grew more intense as time passed. One kiss is patient, selfless, hopeful, and kind. One kiss was jealous, selfish, helpless, & blind. And they would continue that way until YN leaned to the side peppering kisses on Namjoon's neck - baring hers.

“Please.”

It was a broken whisper, YN wasn’t even sure what she was asking for anymore but Namjoon did. The alpha kissed her neck three times before opening his mouth and biting down on her neck. YN felt little trials of warm blood escape as Namjoon licked at the wound. The pain was intense. It felt like fire was traveling through her veins, crawling its way towards her heart attempting to reach it. YN held off for as long as could before, finally clamping down on Namjoon’s scent gland and biting harshly. Suddenly the pain was gone and YN felt a euphoric bliss that couldn’t be explained. YN didn’t know if it was the bond or if she had finally lost her mind.

With blood-stained lips and frenzied looks in their eyes, Namjoon and YN kiss once more. Seiling their fate and completing the bond.

                                                   THE END

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[thewritcrinme]

@flatlincrs

   don shrugged lazily. without them? dead probably. or he’d be alive without the countless near death experiences. truth be told, he wouldn’t be here at least, on alpha centauri, and if he’d still been then maybe he’d been in jail for the smuggling. however, there was no need in thinking about if’s. only the reality mattered and hell, it really wasn’t so bad. ❛ good question. ❜ not doing anything to stand out had always been a motto of his. just do good while laying low. that motto hadn’t changed but he’d realized sometimes you had to stand out to do good, be a fucking hero and all that shit. or else the people you’ve come to care about, or even yourself, would die.

    it was rather new to don who usually only took care of himself. now he might say no a couple of times but judy seemed to know how to convince him to do things somehow. with just one damn look that’d melt his stubborn heart in seconds. ❛ yeah. the adventure, the ideas, you know... ❜ he said, grinning widely, meeting her gaze and raising a brow at her. those dark eyes of hers, sparkling even if there was no light around. don felt his hands itching, to be on her skin, in her hair, around her waist. did she miss that too? even if it had just been one time but maybe that’s all it was supposed to be?  ❛ like what, being captain? ❜ he smirked.

    ❛ oh yeah. three definitely, ❜ he agreed with a nod. don still thought it was incredibly wild that she had found her biological dad after all those years. he’d asked maureen what she thought about it but hadn’t exactly... gotten a great answer out of the woman.  ❛ oh please we’ll make twenty pies before she lets go of that pen. ❜ he hoped at least. don couldn’t wait to read more of penny’s stories, even though he’d lived through most of them with her. just not that year they were apart.

     grabbing a knife to chop the vegetables don answered almost immediately. ❛ the air. ❜ although he’d spent most of his time in space, coming back to earth now and then had been rough, seeing and feeling in his lungs how the atmosphere got worse and worse. ❛ i mean spaceship air is fine compared to earth but this many trees and plants make one hell of a difference, you know. like earth before the impact. ❜

.

No matter what he thought, or how he felt, Judy knew for a fact that she appreciated his existence. It may not have been the case when they first met, but all had changed so fast, so soon. When he spoke, Judy smiled -- which was a natural occurrence in itself. Their fun banters before proved that they got along really well. “The ideas, huh?” she asked with a raised brow in question. “All your ideas nearly got you killed-- granted you’re here and i’m very thankful for that, but can’t deny how many times you thought it was best to nearly sacrifice yourself for us.” she reminded him. 

“Unless you were talking about some other type of ideas, you should share them with me.” she added softly. Maybe those ideas pertained to their first time? Was she okay? Did he enjoy himself? Would he ever -- Judy pushed those thoughts away in fear that she may get too caught up with those thoughts and say something she may regret. “Ha. Ha. It’s not as if they need a captain anytime, but they do need a doctor.” she added as if to remind him that she was a full time doctor again. “Ah yes, the air here is much better here.” she agreed. “We don’t have to worry about the oxygen running out, so no, I agree.”

Judy laughed at the thought of dinner being filled with nothing but pies. “Oh, Will would have loved that if dinner was all just pies.” she added before turning back to get started on her work. They’d need pie crusts, and apples. Would an apple pie be better or should she try blueberry pie? “Which pie do you think would be nicer? Apple, blueberry, or cherry?” she asked as she turned to watch him once more. 

He was busy chopping away and while he was great with fixing things, putting things together with his hands or taking them apart, it was so odd to see him chopping vegetables. Not that Judy was complaining-- it was a nice sight. “For the record, I appreciate you being here, Don. Thank you for just existing because I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here.” and while it wasn’t the best moment to be heartfelt not when he was cutting vegetables. That’s probably what triggered her to say such a thing. That he didn’t have to be here helping her in the kitchen. He could be anywhere, or anyone he chose. 

“I’ll probably make one of each pie.” she decided eventually, just to get over the fact that she might have made things awkward. Yes, this is why Judy stuck to work and books. It was easier to loser herself in books than to get emotional with someone who probably didn’t feel much of anything for her. Again, that was just a heat of a moment sort of thing, so why would he? So she continued with her pies by grabbing the fruits first. Focus on the task and she won’t be thinking about him. That was the plan.

[route22ny]

    Politicians and pundits often like to compare the COVID-19 pandemic to a war. Nothing in most of our lifetimes has had the society-changing impact of the COVID-19 pandemic — and this kind of feels like the way that our parents say their parents described the Great Depression or World War II.

    But World War II ended in a singular moment. Treaties were signed and people rushed into the streets in jubilation. The COVID-19 pandemic, which has plagued our lives for the last 14 months, won't end in a singular moment. There'll be no major "pandemic peace treaty," no all-out party. Perhaps, at best, there'll be a bunch of little ones. And that forces us to ask: How will this end?

The virus isn't going to disappear.       

   Our vaccines are incredibly safe and effective. For those who are vaccinated, they are a ticket back to "normal" life. Indeed, though rushed and poorly messaged, the CDC's guidance allowing vaccinated people to go unmasked both indoors and outdoors is based in strong science. Evidence has demonstrated that the risk of serious infection in the real world is astoundingly low, and that the viral load in the nasopharynx of vaccinated people is lower — likely explaining the reduced risk of transmission.

    Yet, some people aren't getting vaccinated. And worse, the distribution of vaccinations isn't even. If, for example, unvaccinated people were evenly distributed in the population, the probability that they would be exposed to the virus if 70% of eligible people were vaccinated would be quite low. After all, 70% of the people around them would be vaccinated and therefore far less likely to pass the virus on. That's how herd — or community — immunity works. The problem though is that just like the virus itself, the behavioral scourge of vaccine rejection spreads from person to person in localized communities. So those who are unvaccinated are more likely to live among others who are unvaccinated, increasing their collective probability of infecting each other.

    The likely scenario is that while communities with high vaccine uptake will get to a point where outbreaks are small, self-delimited, and rare — other communities that remain poorly vaccinated will continue to experience larger, more common, and more deadly outbreaks. And the virus will remain a looming concern in the U.S.

    The other issue is viral evolution. New seasonal variants will likely spread among us every fall and winter akin to seasonal flu, which kills tens of thousands of Americans every year. Some COVID seasons will be milder, some far deadlier. And just like the flu, we'll likely need annual boosters against it.

    Some things change.                                      

    But the virus isn't the pandemic's only ingredient — just the foundational one. For people who never got sick, COVID-19 still changed their lives. There is, of course, no singular pandemic experience. For millions of low-income "essential" workers, the pandemic meant fearing every day that you might be infected at work, or worse, bring the virus home with you to infect someone you love. For millions of healthcare workers, the pandemic meant watching your patients die without their loved ones as you struggled to manage the overflow. For others privileged enough to work from home, the pandemic meant endless days of Zoom calls while your kids tried to learn across from you at the dinner table.

    As I wrote previously, work from home is going to be a much more common feature of American life. Small businesses, major corporations, and even some government agencies have found that their workers are surprisingly productive from home — and have reconsidered plans to come "back" to work in the office. And workers themselves have found they like using their own bathroom and eating out of their own fridge at lunch.

    Indeed, as many workplaces begin to plan to come back to the offices, workers are pushing back. After Apple CEO Tim Cook sent a note to Apple employees requiring them to be back in the office on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays beginning in September, Apple employees circulated a letter in response:  

    "We ask for your support in enabling those who want to work remotely / in location-flexible ways to continue to do so, letting everyone figure out which work setup works best for them, their team, and their role — be it in one of our offices, from home, or a hybrid solution. We are living proof that there is no one-size-fits-all policy for people. For Inclusion and Diversity to work, we have to recognize how different we all are, and with those differences, come different needs and different ways to thrive. We feel that Apple has both the responsibility to recognize these differences, as well as the capability to fully embrace them. Officially enabling individual management chains and individual teams to make decisions that work best for their teams roles, individuals, and needs — and having that be the official stated policy rather than the rare individual exceptions — would alleviate the concerns and reservations many of us currently have."

    Other companies, like Dropbox, have preempted this demand simply by offering work from home options permanently.

    Beyond employee preference, companies attempting to go back to a brick-and-mortar office space will face the question of risk tolerance. As we well know, some eschewed any sort of pandemic protection — be it a mask or a vaccine — from the jump. Others, despite being fully vaccinated, remain hesitant to share enclosed space. How to navigate lower risk tolerances remains a serious challenge. Part of making workplaces safe may mean mandating vaccines, which has prompted serious pushback in the courts of law and public opinion by anti-vaxxer activists who want to use the pandemic as another line of attack. Navigating these challenges is, in part, what is pushing more and more employers to offer alternative working arrangements. Needless to say, some alterations to working conditions because of the pandemic are likely here to stay.

    Other things stay the same (again).                                      

    Some pandemic experiences were universal. For children, the pandemic has been a catastrophe. Not only has learning lagged, but children have been robbed of valuable socialization and milestones. Indeed, the consequences have been far worse for poorer students, disproportionately children of color, for whom access to quality WiFi and reliable computers are limited. All indications suggest that kids will be back to school in the fall as vaccinations among teachers and students press on.

    Access to other people and the venues in which we enjoyed their company was limited if available at all. Restaurants, concert venues, theme parks, theaters — even stores and shopping malls — had limited access.

    But that's changing. Prompted by the CDC's new guidelines for vaccinated people, many of these venues have rushed to reopen, and Americans are slowly but surely taking advantage. Flight traffic is increasing. Last week, LAX, one of the country's busiest airports, logged a 2021 record. And businesses can't hire people fast enough to accommodate their needs.

    Though worries about COVID-19 exposure — particularly for children who cannot yet be vaccinated — persist. Yet as cases continue to fall, and vaccines are approved for younger and younger children, these, too, will subside.

    The doomsday scenario.                                      

    But there remains a possibility that experiences of the pandemic we haven't had since last fall come crashing back. Cases climb, hospitals fill up, and thousands more Americans die. And that's a resistant strain.

    We've now identified several variants of the virus that are more transmissible, and some more deadly, than the original garden-variety ("wild type") virus we experienced through most of 2020. Thankfully none of them have fully evaded our vaccine-mediated immunity. Yet.

    Every single unvaccinated person presents an evolutionary opportunity for the virus. And even as the U.S. and other high-income countries approach a virus-stifling level of vaccination, the rest of the world continues to lag. Some countries have yet to get their first vaccines. New variants with frightening capabilities continue to emerge in these countries. Indeed, last week a new variant with aspects of the Alpha variant and the Delta variant emerged in Vietnam. So even as vaccine manufacturers roll out boosters to protect against the growing plethora of new variants, a doomsday scenario, where a more transmissible, lethal variant evolves, becomes more likely.

    And so, we can't take for granted that this is a truly global pandemic. And until the rest of the world receives what they need to "end" this pandemic, we won't see our end either.

***

    Dr. Abdul El-Sayed is a physician, epidemiologist, public health expert, and progressive activist who served as Detroit's health director and ran for governor in 2018. He is the author of Healing Politics: A Doctor's Journey Into the Heart of Our Political Epidemic and Medicare for All: A Citizen's Guide, as well as the newsletter The Incision. Get more at incision.substack.com.

[clareguilty]

Kinktober 2020 Prompt #1

RDR2 Charles Smith/f!reader | a/b/o, somno Rating: Explicit | Somnophilia, Heats and Ruts, Knotting Word Count: ~1200

Your scent. It was everywhere. Thick in the air, over Charles’ skin. Buried in the blankets and canvas around you. Overpowering.

Charles hadn’t even opened his eyes, and his cock was already hard, knot aching and sensitive against his hip. Damn this rut.

Blinking awake, he carefully rolled over. You were still sound asleep, coming out of your heat right as he was hitting the peak of his rut. You hadn’t slept more than a few hours at a time since your heat had hit a few days ago, and he wanted to let you rest.

Still, his cock ached. There would be no escaping your scent for at least another day.

You shifted in your sleep, probably from the waves of pheromones he couldn’t hold back now that he was up again. Your nose wrinkled, and you canted your hips slightly.

Fuck. Even asleep, you were still responsive to his rut. How would he be able to control himself now? Charles held his breath for a moment, trying to hold on to enough sense to solve his problem.

You moved again, rolling onto your front and unconsciously rocking your hips. He could smell the wetness between your legs.

His teeth bit into his lip so hard he feared he would bleed. He couldn’t wake you -- you needed the rest. But his rut was insatiable, and there was only one way to get the relief he needed.

Very slowly, very carefully, Charles crawled over you, knees bracketing your thighs and hands planted as wide as possible. He leaned as close as he dared and took a deep breath in.

Heat. Unmistakable and intoxicating. Any restraint that Charles may have had melted away as he filled his lungs with the scent of you. His cock was leaking and painfully hard.

Even though his instincts were tearing at him, ripping and clawing with a need to be inside you, he moved slowly. Carefully lifting your hips in his warm hands so he could press the tip of his cock against you. He was probably being overly cautious -- you were still slick from your last go a few hours before -- but Charles was nothing if not careful.

The first thrust was blinding. He was in the peak of his rut, and the feeling of you squeezing around his cock was striking. Still, he moved slowly, not wanting to hurt you or wake you. He had suffered through enough ruts to be able to rein himself in when necessary.

He buried himself inside you as deep as possible, impeded by the insistent swell of his knot. You were still fast asleep, but your breathing had picked up. Unable to resist, he planted a tender kiss to your temple, an apology and a thank you. He felt a burden of guilt and shame for his actions, for not waking you, for not leaving you to your sleep.

But you tightened around him unconsciously, letting out the softest moan. Against his will, his hips rocked against yours. Then again. His instincts won out, and he couldn’t hold back, fucking you faster and harder with every press of his cock. It was bliss, it was a reprieve from the constant ache and burn and desperation of his rut. The mindless agony that had gripped him.

Against all odds, you didn’t wake. Your expression changed, brows knitting together for a moment, lips parting, skin heating, but you remained fast asleep. You must have been truly exhausted from your heat.

Charles grew more confident, more sure of himself as he pulled your hips against his driving his cock into you deeper and deeper as he chased his climax. His knot was aching, burning. He needed to be locked inside of you, needed to fill you. It was the only way to sate his desires.

His thrusts became more insistent. His grip on your hips tightened and he rocked against you, desperate to sink to the hilt.

You whined, beginning to stir. Your eyes blinked open, unfocused and glassy.

“Mmm...Alpha?” you moaned, voice low and broken. He could see that you weren’t entirely aware, only half awake and drunk on pleasure.

“It’s okay, my love,” he whispered. “You should rest. You should be resting.”

“Mmhmm.” Was your response. Your eyes fluttered shut.

Charles pulled you tight against him, pressing his hips forward until his knot locked in place inside of you, swelling even more as soon as it slipped inside.

“Oh!” You shuddered and gasped awake this time. Senses heightened as you came around his cock. “Charles!” Your voice was high and breathy. He calmed you, soothing you the same way he did with creatures in the wild.

“It’s okay, my love,” he assured you. “You are safe.”

You gasped and shook through your climax, surprised and overwhelmed by the sudden rush of sensations. Charles couldn’t hold back any longer and he continued fucking into you, so close to his own release.

Now that you were awake, you were much more responsive, moaning and rocking back against him as he shuddered and gasped. Charles came with a low growl. He pinned you beneath him, holding you still as he filled you yet again. Rutting into you, he brought one hand to your stomach, as if he could feel the heat through your skin. “That’s it,” he groaned, “take it all for me.”

You did as you were told, not that you could do much else. Dazed from your orgasm and not entirely awake, you moaned and whined as Charles came.

At last, he rolled you both gently to your side, pulling your back to his chest and cradling you in his arms as he remained locked inside you. “I’m sorry,” he murmured.

“What do you have to be sorry for? That was wonderful.” You kissed his palm.

“I should have woken you. Or taken care of myself.” Now that he had taken what he needed, the shame and guilt were inescapable. You had been asleep, peaceful, and he had let his own selfish desires take control of him.

“Hey.” You nudged him with your elbow. “Don’t think about it so much. I’m not upset. If anything, that was fantastic and I would love to try it again sometime. You wouldn’t believe how it felt.” You sighed wistfully. “My heat makes my dreams rather restless, but just now? It was heaven. I felt so good, even though I didn’t know what it was. And then -- when I did wake…” you trailed off. “Mhmm.”

Your satisfied hum brought a smile to Charles’ face. He didn’t feel so bad about it now, taking you in your sleep. You had enjoyed it. Maybe it was something he could try again. Maybe the roles could be reversed?

The thought had his cock twitching again, and you made a sound of disbelief at the sensation. Charles couldn’t see you roll your eyes, “I am going to need a little more rest before you want to go another round.”

He chuckled. “Maybe I’ll just take you in your sleep again?” It was worth it just to feel your reaction to the thought. Your hips shifted involuntarily, and you clenched around him just barely.

“Maybe.”

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[bubblyani]

Bail Out : 07

(Bruce Wayne x Reader)

A Bruce Wayne Multi Chapter Series

Chapter 07: Apologies & Decisions

Summary: One fateful, drunken night gets you arrested for assault.  However, once you get bailed out by Billionaire Socialite Bruce Wayne,  surprising obstacles get in the way, forcing you to question all your  choices in life, career, and in love.

Word Count: 10k +

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Swearing and (Surprise!!)

Author’s Note: Haha Long Chapter, Yay! Needed a small break, but I’m back. Hopefully I can post weekly again. Gonna work hard for that cause I love writing this so much. Enjoy!

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In your head, gratitude morphed into the form of Alfred Pennyworth almost a million times whilst you stood before the stainless steel letterboxes in the apartment building lobby. Aside from graciously stopping by an ATM machine, Alfred was considerately patient when you took the opportunity to grab a carton of milk and a few envelops as well. This, when it came to your assigned duties as a roommate and friend, Alfred Pennyworth was your savior for the night.

Inserting the money filled envelop into the specified box, you prayed the farewell party would be a success. “Oh! Señora Hernandez...” you muttered to yourself with a soft chuckle, “ I almost died for you today”.

Given her previous call of concern, you expected Allison to show you what real dramatic worrying was all about. Instead, you did find her, sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

Though she sloppily slept on her side, with her mouth open, she managed to carry it adorably, all the whole the light of the television washed over her figure. Smiling, you entrusted your tip toes to guide you to and from the bedroom, only to bring a throw blanket for your friend. Covering her with it, you were suddenly fully appreciative of all the little joys that were presented to all in life. You were grateful, once again.

Speaking of gratitude, the phone vibrated, sending signals to your face, tempting you to smile from ear to ear as you opened the text from Bruce Wayne, your savior, the object of your desire:

Can’t sleep.

You chuckled, biting your lower lip. All the sudden, it came to realization how those two simple words carried so much more weight with all the variety of meaning. There entailed softness, excitement, a smile that would not wash off your face, and a sudden throbbing inside full of possibilities. Turning the television off, you floated over to your bedroom as your fingers expertly formed a reply:

Well I can. In fact, think I’ll take a sick day tomorrow.

Considering you hardly take any days off, this was a certainly bold move indeed. If almost getting killed by strangulation and bleeding doesn’t suffice as valid reasons, then what would?

Kicking your shoes off, you sank into bed, exhausted to do anything else but to stare at the screen longingly as he responded:

You deserve it

You may have been in your lonesome in your room, yet you had never felt this shy. Even the simplest of words suddenly tempted you to smile your troubles away. Heavens, you could literally hear his voice in your head. That voice of his, so kind, so soothing, rousing in every way. Greed suddenly begged to crawl its way back into your head, so you could long for him passionately. More importantly, greed even offered to bring in desire along, all so you would be free to long for his heavenly lips on yours once again. You missed them already, even a few minutes later. Finally, a new drug addicts frustration was relatable to you. The memory of that wonderful first kiss, it felt powerful enough to inject you with intoxication, forcing your eyelids to grow heavy as you proceeded to type:

Th-

Except your heart seemed more inclined to sink into that memory once more, releasing you from any form of control as you sank into that intoxication.

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As your eyelids slowly managed to open a few millimetres, it was clear that the intoxication had vanished. However, it managed to carry you over to witness the golden rays of morning. Opening them fully, you found a figure similar to Allison standing before you.

“Ali?” You mumbled sleepily, “Wha-?”

Pausing, you realized you had difficulty moving your lips freely, for your phone rested on your face.

Not only that, you also discovered how your roommate was stood there with her phone, dressed in her work clothes and a rather mischievous smile. Your seemingly goofy confused expression brought Allison hearty laughter.

“Oh my-!” She kept laughing, “You should have seen your face, Sweetie!”

She added, as the shutter sounds played rapidly from her phone, possibly from taking photos. Groaning with with chuckle, you turned away from her to the side, your phone sliding off your face as you covered it shyly.

“Shit! I should have gotten a video…” You heard her say, recovering from her laughter, until she gasped, “Wait! aren’t you working today?”

“Taking a day off” your tone remained muffled with your face pressed against the pillow. Putting her phone away, Allison chuckled.

“Oooooh…” as she rubbed her hands together, “Someone had a wild night last night?” “Mmm….You could say that” Clapping her hands together, Allison began, “Alright sweetie, Imma head out” she said, heading out of your room,  “ So I’LL DIG THAT DIRT ON YA LATER…” her voice echoed, followed by naughty laughter as the apartment door closed shut behind her.

Silence. With complete silence finally being in your ownership, you slowly sat up. You stretched, you yawned, all before you sleepily waddled over to the bathroom. Gasping loudly as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, did you truly realize the intensity of your injuries from last night.

Body getting sweaty with panic, you quickly stripped yourself from the hoodie, leaning on the sink as you observed your neck. It was simply a canvas, filled with the detailed colors of smothering, strangle marks evident in their dark maroon. You shuddered loudly, for a split second, it did not seem to look like your own. You felt disgusted, you felt sorry for yourself. Studying your right wrist, the wrapped bandage was another reminder, of the pain and the struggle for your life, all the while you almost bumped heads with the Grim Reaper, who came in the form of Alpha. Under the fluorescent light, you appeared lifeless. You needed a bath, you needed a proper hot meal.

“Sweetie…looks like I messed up the times. I have the night shift toni-”

Allison’s voice crashed in to the bathroom, stopping the very moment she caught the sight of you turning to her with surprise.

“Hey! Wassup?”

You blurted over-enthusiastically. Standing in just your tank top and leggings, you quickly found yourself covering your neck. However, given her furrowed eyebrows, Allison was not amused. In fact, she was quite far from it.

“What the hell are those?”

She inquired, pointing directly at your neck. You shrugged innocently. “Nothing...” You murmured. Pressing her lips together, she quickly dropped her handbag down, which alarmed you. For that move was nothing new to you. She was simply angered.

“Sweetie, I can fucking see them…” Allison yelled with frustration, “What the hell is going on?” She added, voice shaken soon after.

Being your trusted friend for simply ages, Allison Hughs was certainly no fool. You sighed heavily, not knowing where to even begin. With your hands on your hips, amidst the speedy heartbeat, you offered a somber reply:

“You’re gonna need to sit down for this” 

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“So let me get this straight...” Allison finally began, whilst sitting on one of the dinner chairs, “According to the police guy, Erik Henderson could be trying to KILL YOU?” She yelled, her frustration translated into rage, “And you’re JUST SITTING HERE DOING NOTHING?”

Truthfully, you did not blame her. How else would a friend respond when you finally decide to dump every trouble you encountered since that fateful Friday night? Getting up on her feet, Allison was clearly furious, “I mean, what were you think-”

“Well, it’s not like I have a choice, do I Ali?” you cut her off, with your own frustration. As soon as you broke out, you noticed the anger in her eyes slowly vanish. Standing before her with your arms folded, you sighed, “Say I step up and make my accusations…” you continued, “It’s just my word against his…No legit proof” scoffing could not be helped, “…and none of the perps will talk, no matter what” a sigh passed your lips once more, “He’s one bad, rich man!”.

Rubbing your forehead nervously, it finally dawned on you on the ferocity of your situation. You finally realized how powerless you really were. That foul hearted man had certainly had you trapped in the box of corporate power, and there were little holes of justice poked for you to truly breathe.

“Sweetie…”

You looked over to Allison, “As twisted as all this is, you can’t just go on like this, not without telling me…” she said, voice growing emotional with her hands on her chest,  “I mean…” she paused, for her voice broke, “…what if something had happened to you?” she inquired softly, her hand slithering over to her mouth. That very moment was when sheer guilt washed over you in a flash. How selfish were you truly to leave everyone in the dark this way? But your intention was never that. A nuisance was what you clearly did not wish to impose on anyone. If Lillian ever knew, she would surely be hurt. Your shoulders loosened while your arms rested on your sides.

“I’m sorry…” you said, shyly looking down. A few seconds of silence was adequate for you to walk over to her, confirm your apology as you gently stroked her shoulder. It was certainly adequate for Allison to succumb to it, until she willfully brought you in for a hug, pressing her face against your tummy. Allison truly defined a true friend. “But I was always fine…” you began, “I mean, Batman saved m-” “BATMAN!!” Allison cried out, her face lighting up as she pushed you back gently, “Oh bless that man for saving you!” She said, bringing her hands together in a prayer stance, before she clapped excitedly. You chuckled, relieved to find her in a better mood now. But of course you were not foolish. Revealing your story did not exactly entail revealing the entire truth about Batman. For now, he was merely a hero who saved you every single time. “But wait…” Allison paused, “Where were you when I called you, then? The police? The hospital?” Shaking your head, it came to your realization there was no other fitting lie to replace the original. “Uhh…with Bruce Wayne...” You answered shyly. It did not take long for Allison’s jaw to drop. Concern hit you hard like a bullet. Could she possibly connect the missing dots? “Wait…so you…him….” Allison began, getting up in an instant. With a gasp, her eyes widened: “DID YOU SLEEP WITH HIM? Suddenly it was your jaw’s turn to drop. “WHAT?” You yelled, “NO NO!!!” Shaking your head frantically, you backed away, “WHY would you-” “I mean, you were gone for so long, I assumed you had sex with hi-” “Ali, could you stop saying the S-word please?” You blurted out, covering your ears as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks with fervor. The heat grew intense, as if an explosion were to occur was a result. Why on earth would you act this way? And Allison seemed to find it quite amusing. “Why?” She mocked, “Sweetie, why you suddenly so prude-” Pausing, she smiled widely, as if she just realized.

“Ha!” She scoffed, “You really like him, don’t you?” she inquired, “You’re serious…” as she looked at you with amazement. Your immediate response was clearly to laugh nervously and uncontrollably. Yet as each second passed, the continuous confident glance of your friend, clearly steered you towards the similar direction of realization, as you stopped laughing. It all seemed so clear.

“Yeah…” you breathed, nodding, “I do…I guess” you admitted, smiling softly by the thought of the very man being mentioned. It was true. Every reminiscent of your confession to Bruce last night,  and the blessed kiss that followed, it was a symbol of rebirth on loop. And you felt at peace. Squealing with excitement, Allison jumped up and down whilst clapping.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” She said, grabbing your hands, “So? So? You guys are finally a couple or something?”

That simple question. Funny how it surprisingly shooed away the smile on your face. Funny how suddenly that peace was disrupted. For that question led you to another realization. The realization that taught you the gravity of it all. The gravity of the harsh reality that shattered all forms of hope. Allison appeared confused the moment you simply headed back to your room, only to close it shut and scream your frustrations out in the fittest way possible:

“FUUUUUCK!”

Simply put, you kissed your boss. Fantastic.

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Allison Hughs certainly had quite the morning dealing with you. And the following stage was indeed no different. Laying on her side on the bed, she could only continuously shake her head with complete disbelief watching you pace from one corner to the other in your bedroom. And you knew of that, you noticed it clearly. Though you were caught in a tangled mess. Being a corporate woman, you handled conflicts and issues in a professional manner. Therefore, this was simply an embarrassment.

“Oh god! oh god! oh god-” you went. “I don’t understand what the big deal is, Sweetie“ Allison said coolly.

“Oh Shit! No no no” Your concern still continued as you kept muttering to yourself. “So you guys kissed...And?”

Allison pointed out, as she incited more groans from you, “Okay! Let’s say you guys do start dating…So what?” Allison posed the inquiry, sitting up finally with a smile, “Personally I think it’s hot” she grinned mischievously, while bringing her knees to her chest, as her mind wandered, “Imagine…” she began dreamily, “...getting it on with Mr.Wayne in his office at Wayne Tower...” A sensual tone exited from her, “....No one there to eavesdrop your sexy encounter because the doors locked-”

“Oh yeah...it’s all so tempting until you REALIZE this is REAL LIFE...with CONSEQUENCES!” You spat out frustratingly, before covering your face “...shit! I kissed Bruce Wayne...” Muffled tone emphasized your frustration. Funny how you were blind to all this last night.

“Sweetie! if you like the guy, what the fuck is wrong?”

Allison’s innocent inquiry forced you to look up. You were touched. She really did care for you. However you also sensed her naiveté. And life did not carry on the way one hoped it would. You were finally on the smack bottom of reality. Deeply breathing, You grew calmer.

“Ali, it’s not like I’m falling for a colleague, that’s different. THIS IS Bruce Wayne…” you scoffed, “I mean...dating my EMPLOYER BRUCE WAYNE! It’s just the worst timing. It’s bad enough I punched Henderson, but NOW THIS?? If I do this…” you continued, “I’m bringing Wayne Enterprises down with me…Just think of all the horrible rumors” sighing  heavily, you began rummaging the bed for your phone.

“Sweetie, Who cares?”

“I HAVE TO CARE, ALI!” You looked back at her, pausing by your own loud reply, “This is not a fantasy…” you said softly, grabbing the phone, “This is real life…” your tone brimming with sadness.

Breathing deeply, Allison stared at the wall with realization, “…for a second I forgot you’re the acting Head…Shit” she muttered, “Real life problems…” she said, breathing heavily, “…definitely not easy…”

With the phone pressed against your ear, You were finally relieved to see Allison finally understand.

“Greg? Hey!” you began as the call was answered, “No! No! I’m better” you said, shaking your head, “Listen, I’m coming by later to office, okay?”

Allison looked at you confusingly as you finally hung up. You jolted when your phone vibrated in your hand. It was him:

Hope you slept in today.

“Thought you were taking the day off” you heard Allison begin. Your heart could not help but clench when you forcibly swiped the message off your lock screen. The first grueling step.

“Well…” you said, looking up, “I guess I need a distraction from this nightmare”

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(Few days later)

The sounds of the television echoed throughout the Wayne Penthouse. All the while Alfred Pennyworth continued to set the dinner table for one. The evening news played, images of the variety of criminals courtesy of Gotham’s underbelly, captured and arrested taking main stage as the news reporters presented their usual reports. With the appetizing yet comforting meal served in fashionable white crockery, the butler finally sat on the sofa when the elevator door quickly opened with a ding! The old man smiled, especially when his wrinkled eyes caught the sight of Bruce Wayne enter.

“Another successful arrest…” He began, pointing at the screen, “Thanks to you, sir” he added with a teasing tone. However, the younger man did not acknowledge. Clad in his jeans and leather jacket, Bruce quietly made his way towards the bedroom. Alfred sighed in silence. Fourth night. This probably was the fourth night his young master had acted this way. And the fourth consecutive night he barely touched his dinner, even after his nightly duties. Not to mention, the fourth night of absolute silence. And by this very moment, Pennyworth simply had reached his limits.

“Something’s been bothering you, Master Wayne!”

Alfred began loudly, forcing Bruce to halt, “I can tell…” he added, walking towards the paused man. Tired, Bruce turned back.

“What are you talking about, Alfred?” He inquired with possible denial. Alfred’s eyebrows furrowed: “I’ve raised you since you were an infant…to know when you’re fibbing, Sir…”

The moment the words left Alfred’s lips, an invisible force urged Bruce to sink into the nearest armchair. Bending forward, Bruce covered his eyes before letting out a heavy sigh.

“It’s just that…” he paused, “…it’s her…” taking his hands away, he looked at the old man. Given the nature of their relationship, it was more than sufficient information for the both of them to understand what exactly was being discussed here. And who.

Nodding slowly, Alfred made his way to the counter:

“Think it’s time to open up that Whiskey you’ve been saving, Master Wayne”

He said, who did not notice the subtle sad smile that appeared on Bruce’s face during.

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Performance Appraisals : the review of employees performance and the overall contribution to the company. In other words, the busiest time of the year for the HR Department. It was certainly the most perfect distraction from the nightmare you had identified as reality. Which mainly was the situation between you and Bruce Wayne.

Forget him.

Your fingers, they were shamed, they were strictly forbidden from traveling anywhere near his name on your phone screen to form any sort of replies to his countless messages.

I suppose work is keeping you quite busy, huh?

Messages that kept coming:

Is everything alright?

With much enthusiasm and concern:

You know, I’m here if you need me. What’s going on?

In other words, you had made the horrid, difficult decision to forbid yourself of thinking about him. Let alone hope for any possible future with him.

Forget him.

You welcomed late night, early morning assignments, deadlines, work meetings. you volunteered on behalf of everyone, all the to the point they all began to wonder about your sanity. And it did not matter to you. Fully immersed, you made sure the only free time you were gifted with, was only to sleep. Just for one vital goal:

Forget him.

Physically and mentally, you were quicker and more reflexive than ever before. It seemed quite essential to do so, especially when you were more prone to accidentally encounter the man you wished to avoid with all your heart. And it was quite the challenge to avoid him, considering the fact he surprisingly was present at work every day.

However, those efforts were tested, and Lucius Fox was responsible. Little did you expect to submit a report to the CEO all the sudden, only to find Bruce Wayne sitting in his office conversing with him during. Though sheer panic came over, you remembered politely offering your greetings to both. As much as the sight of him brought a sense of comfort to a part of you, the strength of your will assisted in forcing you out of the office in time to recover yourself in the elevator.

Truthfully, you were no fool. You knew who he was, and you could appreciate him. If you were any other woman, heaven knew how much you would treasure him with all your heart. With no shame and no boundaries. Heaven knew the infinite amount of love you would give to him.

But you were you, and you were desperately full of bad luck. You were at the risk of being called out as the Senior HR Manager entangled with the owner of Wayne Enterprises, possibly sleeping with him as well. It was not what you were deserved to be called as, but it would be rumored and fabricated as such. Life was never kind to women. It still is not.

Forget him : Two words that you kept telling yourself. They were what you had to believe in, even though you truthfully missed him every single time. It was the pill you had to swallow every single moment your body would be in cold sweats deprived of his touch. That wonderfully innocent touch you were gifted with one night, being in his arms as you kissed him with all the love. You were not happy with this, that was the plain truth. In fact, the self-hate and disappointed increased by tenfolds.

Forget him

You prayed you would bore him. You prayed he would move on. You prayed to see him smile, alongside a wonderfully appropriate woman, someone that he could walk hand in hand with. You prayed he would be happy with no shame or regrets. Dying of jealousy would be inevitable for you, but at least you would be at peace. All because you truly cared for him, because you truly loved him. And thus, there you were, immersed in the distraction, your life consistently on fast pace , like a dance remix track on loop.

However, one early morning, a particular phone call suddenly managed to force your life to hit pause.

“Miss, Please come”  

Alfred Pennyworth said, his voice laced with a tone close to sadness, something you had never heard before:

“It’s about Master Wayne”

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The manner you scrambled in to the elevator, “Forget him” was certainly the last thing you could ever do, for Bruce Wayne was all that you could think of at the moment. Was he hurt? Injured? Or something worse? The few seconds taken for the elevator to reach the Penthouse felt like an eternity, thus driving you beyond patience as your foot tapped nervously. Your heart was beating at a new pace of its own, speed so deadly you feared you might even explode. Hunger or thirst had come second in your needs this morning. The moment the elevator opened, the tapping of your foot joined the exact speed of your heart. You literally jumped out:

“ALFRED!” You cried,  “ Alfred…where is h-”

You paused, eyes widening with confusion. The worry and panic birthed in you suddenly seemed quite wasteful. Especially when you found Bruce Wayne casually standing next to the sofa chair alongside Alfred, being at their safest and calmest. That very moment, did you realize how overdramatic your behavior might have seemed, which caused nothing but sheer awkwardness in the room. It was clearly intensified when you noticed the mess of a state you were in. Dashing out of your own apartment so fast, you had forgotten to tuck in your shirt, while your hair remained loose and inhibited. With a proud smile, Alfred looked at his master:

“I told you so…” the butler said, beginning to walk away from him. You grew confused.

“Told?-” you paused,  “Wait!” you exclaimed, looking at Bruce. Confusion morphed into instant anger. Could this possibly be another cheap ploy to see you? By playing with your emotions? You were in disbelief, as you pointed at him accusingly:

“Did you put Alfred up to this?”

“It was purely my doing, Miss”

Your eyes widened once more when Alfred answered with confidence. Panting to recover your breath, you looked at the older man walking over to you.

“I only did the needful…cause no one else did…” he said, shooting you a look before looking over at Bruce, “I’ve made you some, if you excuse me”

You chuckled in disbelief. It appeared that someone was clearly compelled to take decisive action on behalf on both of you, as a proper adult. And his name was Alfred Pennyworth.

“Thank you, Alfred” Bruce said, to which the butler nodded in acknowledgement before leaving the area.

All your dire efforts in the past few days seemed moot, when finally you were back to square one, as you had this standing right before you. Dressed in such simple attire such as a crisp white shirt and black pants, Bruce Wayne still managed to break your defenses, leaving you breathless once more. He was the physical embodiment of the dewy grass in the early morning. Simply cooling and refreshing. The mere thought of being alone in a room with Bruce Wayne would have been your version of heaven a few days ago. Truthfully, temptation frantically begged you to run into his arms, only to just remain there for an eternity. And heaven knows what else it would urge you to do with a man such as he was.

But you could not. You should not. Not when you constantly felt as you were being trialed by morality. You despised it.

The room reeked of silence, to the point it was simply unbearable. The fact he did not seem cross made it worse for you. An explanation was needed by him. You could not disagree on that. Taking a few steps towards him, you inhaled deeply, especially when he looked at you with a gentle yearning:

“I-”

The phone rang frantically in your bag, making you jump. With a deep sigh, you took it out. Immediately, you looked over to Bruce:

“It’s Officer Blake…”

You said, knowing information of much importance was to be received. It was a call not to be ignored. With his nod of agreement, you put the call on speaker phone.

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With a reasonably stacked file in hand, Officer John Blake sat comfortably at the rooftop of the Police Station. It was a cloudy morning as he looked over the Gotham city with his phone pressed to his ear. This call, was certainly the precinct walls need not eavesdrop to.

“Officer Blake!”

The woman known publicly as ‘The Bruiser’ answered, “ I really hope you’re calling to bring me good news” John could not help but chuckle by her response, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Ma’am” he said, “But I promise to give you something better than ‘I’ve got nuthin’” Opening the file with one hand, he continued, “The shooter from last time…” “… Mr. Slender?” “Who?” John asked confusingly. The woman laughed nervously from the other side of the line. “Sorry…” she said, “…that was what I called him in my head…” “Makes sense…” John nodded, proceeding to smile when he saw a woman walking over to him. It was Nina Langdon. With her loose red hair brushed to the side, she quickly perched next to John, offering him a coffee cup, labeled “Commons Café”. Putting the call on speaker, John handed the phone to Nina as he went through the file whilst taking a quick sip of the hot beverage:

“His name is Emilio Cruz, or thats what it says in the system...” He said, as the coffee warmed his throat, “No priors, and…” sighing, John shook his head, “…there’s very little detail about him. He barely talked during the interrogation. And before we knew it, Henderson’s men got him out again” 

The woman exhaled deeply. John did not blame her. For even Nina did not seem pleased.

“So he’s a free man again…”

“Technically yes, there’s not much the police can do right now” John answered, looking through the file, “The CCTVs near the bodega were blocked the moment shots were fired, so we couldn’t make out the other people involved.”

The woman expressed her response with silence. Blake felt guilt clenching him hard. His distress was evident. And for a second, he did not even have the heart to look at Nina. Gripping the file tighter, his voice suddenly grew louder:

“Ma’am…” John began, “…I know this seems like a dead end, but it’s not. I won’t let it” he said, “I’ll do my best to open a case against Henderson, and you will have to come in every once in a while for questioning”

“Of course…anything you need, Officer”

The woman answered instantly. Her voice rife with enthusiasm and relief.

Finally hanging up, John quickly took in another long sip for comfort.

“You’re doing the right thing, John” Nina spoke, the warmth in her voice seemingly much stronger than the beverage. As he looked into her eyes, John knew he got the morale boost he so needed to carry with this mission.

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Putting the phone away, you let out a heavy sigh. You were filled with such suspense during the call that your forced you to sit down. As he stood with his hands in his trouser pockets, Bruce watched you silently. After almost escaping death, a partial hope formed within you, that perhaps your life would finally be spared and intruded. Truthfully, how far could someone really go for murder? But now, upon hearing the sombre tone of Officer Blake, another reality dawned on you. One where you might have to keep your eyes wide open. Open for ‘Emilio’ and for ‘Alpha’. Feigning a chuckle, you slowly got up, barely looking at the man.

“Guess I still got a target on my head…heheh”

You said, looking down. But the moment your eyes traced his footsteps growing closer, you cleared your throat,  “..right-”

“You’re avoiding me, aren’t you?”

You tensed, when Bruce Wayne finally brought up the elephant in the room. Turning your head up slowly, your eyes finally met his. His eyes, they were far from displeased. However, you did manage to catch a glimpse of sadness in them. As if he was let down. As this was not expected. Not from some such as yourself. You felt so ashamed.

“Mr.Wayne-”

“Bruce” he corrected, with a soft smile. Shushing yourself embarrassingly, you held your hands together for forgiveness, “Force of habit….” You muttered shyly. As your hands were engaged in a silent wrestling match of it’s own, you took a deep breath:

“I’m really sorry…” you began softly, “…truly…for everything, Bruce”

His name, simply unbelievable how it rolled out of your lips so beautifully. And more importantly, how you managed to involuntarily smile whenever it did. As you smiled, you felt your body relax, enabling you to admire those handsome features he owned. For a split second, you were overjoyed to implant your gaze at him. Your eyes, they indulged in the details as he grew closer. The brunette hair parted on the side and brushed back seemed so delectable, your fingers suppressed their desire to run through it with frenzy. The high cheekbones and the lines on the sides of his mouth seemingly majestic, distracting you until it was clear he stood merely a few centimeters away from your face, bending his head, high hopes to steal a long-awaited kiss.

Except you looked down. With a deep breath, you put your hands on your hips before looking up with a serious expression: 

“I am a woman...” you began, “....who takes her job very seriously…” You stated confidently, “And…” you chuckled, pointing at him, “…you being you...and me being me…” you said, pointing at yourself, “I just…” you paused, “…this ...is this right?” You inquired, “…Us? I mean…” taking another breath, you smiled, “Are you sure you want this?”

Beating around the bush just to inquire the ethics of a relationship. Was this over dramatic? Bruce however, did not flinch. Instead, he smiled.

“I think you should ask the question yourself...” he said, his voice softer than velvet, “... do you want this?” He said, passing the ball over to you, which you held with such reluctance. You sighed:

“Don’t do this, Bruce-”

However you shut up the moment he cupped your face with both hands. He was not amused. He seemed highly convincing:

“You’re the one who kissed me” he stated, his warmth breath falling on your face, “…you’re the one who drove me insane… from the very moment I saw you”

Breathless, you tried your hardest not to be. But it was difficult, especially when his velvet voice soothed your wounded soul.

“Well, to be fair…” you began in a witty tone,  “…you weren’t entirely innocent yourself” you said, smiling. Bruce shot you an amused glance. Breathing deeply, you sighed, “You have no idea how wild you drove me” you added with sincerity: “And you kissed me back, mind you”

You said. Chuckling together, the atmosphere seemed to grow normal and comfortable. Truthfully, you missed that dearly.

“I just hope you understand, I’m in a really screwed up place…” you said sadly, “…you being my boss and all…” you stated, for that was simply the truth. Bruce smiled gently.

“Well, until things get unscrewed…” he began, “I will wait for you…”

“I wish you won’t…” you said, reminded of the kindness  you felt in him on the very first day you met him. Instead of a defying reply, his lips landed on your forehead, kissing it gently to send a rush of warmth though you. As simple as it was, yet it called out for many of your frustrations to come out of the shadows. And it simply caused you to long for him even more. Forget him? It would be a herculean task indeed.

“But don’t make me suffer for too long” he teased, muttering on to your forehead before looking at you. With a chuckle, you tilted your head:

“See? I don’t want to be a burden to you…”

“You’re not-”

“Master Wayne!”

Alfred’s voice emerged out of nowhere, forcing Bruce to release you from his grasp. The older man walked over briskly, “Pardon the intrusion but…”

“And that’s my queue to leave…” you announced, unwilling to intrude on pressing matters.

“Best if you stay as well, Miss”  

Alfred certainly had other plans, as he turned on the television to GCN Breaking News. Complete surprise was the default mood as you all watched Erik Henderson standing before Henderson Incorporated surrounded by news reporters. His smug expression was as flashy as the tile of the news frame that read:

Wayne Enterprises: Guilty of Intellectual Property Breach?

Bruce’s phone began to ring continuously, however he silenced it as Henderson began to speak to the press:

“Henderson Incorporated has been robbed of our dignity. And I demand Bruce Wayne to step forward and address this. He may be able to protect thugs in his own company like ‘the Bruiser’ but, we will not rest until this issue is resolved”

Folding your arms worriedly, you wondered if you were actually a fatal curse brought upon to destroy Wayne Enterprises, and Bruce Wayne himself.

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An Emergency Management Meeting was called. Being Lillian’s backup, it was imperative for you to participate from HR. Henderson’s surprising stunt had definitely caused quite the stir that a swarm of reporters waited outside Wayne Enterprises when you finally arrived. Thus, entering the building itself was a dire task with you bombarded with questions:

“Bruiser! Bruiser! Over here!” “What are your thoughts regarding the claims made by Erik Henderson?” “Do you feel partially responsible for all this?” “Have you been in contact with Bruce Wayne?” “Do you regret attacking Henderson?”

Those unanswered questions echoed in your head, sitting alongside the other Heads and members at the conference room. The group collectively clamored with questions, growing louder when Lucius Fox and Bruce Wayne arrived and took their seats. But as soon as Fox stood up, silence fell on all of them.

“Members of the Management” he began, his voice booming across “As we all know, Erik Henderson has made certain unsavory claims about Wayne Enterprises”

“What the hell is this devil up to?” Kline from Accounting certainly had no time to be formal, while the others heavily buzzed in agreement.

“He’s claiming Wayne Enterprises has stolen the…” Fox paused, as he read the file in hand,  “…blueprints of their Main Server” he added with raised eyebrows. As if what he heard was unimaginable.

“That’s preposterous!” Kline cried out, leading the crowd to continue their clamour.

Slight relief washed over you. When you expected the Heads to show their aggression towards you for your previous blunder, they somehow surprised you with complete solidarity instead. Perhaps that company dinner helped. And it was certainly a relief that the Board of Directors were not involved. They did not need to be. Heaven knows the chaos they would make, and the blame they might impose on you. Thank goodness for Fox. You looked over at Bruce, who sat on the other corner of the table. Looking at Fox with seriousness, he seemed to be deep in thought. Maybe he was.

“Regardless of the minor details, this is simply utter nonsense” Fox said.

“But Mr. Fox, we cannot take this lying down” Ted Hawthorne pointed out, sitting beside his Head in Legal with a concerned expression, “The Board of Directors will definitely have questions. And Henderson will not hesitate to press charges…”

“Exactly…” Fox said, “..so before this drags on to court, I suggest we meet Henderson’s team in private, resolving this as peacefully as possible”

“Henderson is asking for me”

All turned towards Bruce’s direction as his voice pierced through, “I will go.”

Your heart clenched. As valiant as he was, this was not the time to be Batman. He  could not take on this endeavour all on his own.

“You’re going to need us, Mr Wayne” Ted said, “Henderson’s Team is like a pack of wolves, you’re going to need reinforcements if this is gonna be resolved.”

“Thank you” Bruce nodded at him.

And so, whilst the Management continued to plan out their strategy before the fated meeting, you could not help but continuously glance over at Bruce. A sudden urge came over you to speak to him. Was he prepared with this? Will everything be alright? As he kept himself busy listening to the Legal Team, you were descending down on a personal spiral of regrets. Which included getting this entire company in trouble in the first place.

All because of a drunken punch in the face.

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“What the damn HELL?”

Lillian Foster’s enraged voice filled your ears through the phone. In complete disbelief yourself, you could not help but laugh while walking out of the ladies washroom. You could not resist sharing the news with your Boss.

“Yeah! my thoughts exactly…” you said, bending to toss the used tissue to the trash bin. Lillian sighed heavily.

“I swear, that man Henderson is going off the rails”  her voice kept you in good company strolling through the HR floor, “So…He thinks we had a spy stealing a Blueprint?”

“So…you remember Caleb saying he went for an Interview at Hendersons before joining Wayne?” you recalled, walking over to your office,“And that was like TWO years ago” you stressed, locking the door behind you, “And now suddenly it’s a matter of company safety for Henderson? He’s unbelievable…” you scoffed, standing by the window blinders , opening it slightly to watch the staff outside, “Anyways, How is the baby?” your voice quickly changing to an affectionate one.

“Thankfully loves her mama…I could sleep for a few straight hours finally”

Nodding, your eyes seemed occupied once you caught the glimpse of Clara Bennett. Sitting in her lonesome in one of the smaller meeting rooms, she seemed to be far from her usual self. Down in the dumps, more like.

“So, what are you gonna do about the Offer?”

Your focus returned immediately upon Lillian’s query. Nervousness began to form.

“What offer?” you blurted out with feigned surprise. Your boss chuckled.

“Don’t play dumb with me, young lady …” she said,  “I bet you already got Hudson’s email …I heard from a contact”

With a deep sigh, you made your way to your computer. Lillian seemed patient with your silence, as she cooed her crying baby lovingly. You opened your inbox with trepidation, clicking on that fateful email titled:

Job Offer for General Manager -Hudsons Solutions

Hudsons Solutions, possibly the best HR Specialist Company in Gotham city. It was known to only hire only the best in the field, providing excellent services to all major companies and businesses. The fact that Clara Bennett herself was not a permanent staffer there was a clear example of their elite status.

Therefore, it was quite the surprise when they offered you a job. You remember going for the interview two years ago. It was an impulse decision after a bad day. But never did you think they would get back with a green light. This email was a blessing. Yet, you were reluctant to even consider it.

“So…how does it look?”

Lillian inquired as you looked at the email. You sighed with an involuntary smile, “It’s everything I hoped it would be…“ you said, “...the working hours, the pay, the benefits…” You added, feeling a sense of excitement the more you read it , “But” you paused, “… after the Bruiser incident… would they choose me?” You wondered, your fingers grazing over the mouse.

“The fact they sent this after the incident, clearly shows they want you no matter what”

Funny how you still were brimming with confusion, even with Good News staring at you in the face. “I really don’t know what to do, Lillian” you admitted, crossing your legs, “But…Hudsons is my dream place to work”

“Heheh…I’m really gonna miss you if you go…”

You chuckled, “Well, Why don’t you come along with me?”

“Don’t tempt me. I might…”  

Lillian said, with laughter breaking out between both.

Truthfully, you were surrendered by fear. It finally was evident that you possibly may fear of letting go. Imagining the possibility of leaving the company that was your home for a decade. The thought of it seemed heartbreaking. It was never hell. But you always longed to get better. However, if you did strive and take the daring step, would that not help you in every way imaginable? With Bruce Wayne, for example?

Then again, if the Billionaire ends up never being invested as you were, would it regretful to leave behind a trustworthy workplace?

“You were born to do great things, honey. I hope you make a good decision”  

Hanging up, a huge weight landed on your chest with more queries. But at the same time, you had a thirst that needed quenching. And a sudden urge to check on a friend.

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Gently knocking on the small meeting room door, you surprised Clara with two paper cups of steaming coffee. And to your sheer relief, her face lit up soon after.

“Thanks...” she said, taking one cup, “…you already know my order” she added with surprise. You smiled.

“That happens when you come to the HR Department at Wayne Enterprises…you remember your coffee order” you chuckled, sitting in front of her. Finally, after a few of consulting, it was finally Clara’s last week. But that could not possibly be the reason for her blue expression, “You doing okay?” You inquired.

Looking up from her coffee, Clara appeared quizzical, “What do you mean?”

“I’m not saying I miss you poking on our business but…” you said ,shaking your head, “It’s just that…you’ve been unusually quiet these days” you stated, shrugging, “Just wanted to see if you’re okay”

Ever since the night you were almost killed, you were too distracted by being distracted ,to fully notice how Clara exuded a different energy at work. She spoke less and she smiled rarely. Holding onto her coffee, she sighed: “I’m sorry. It’s just that-” she paused, smiling, “Never mind..”

“What?” You asked quickly, only to stop yourself, “I mean- you don’t have to-if you don’t want to…” you said, unwilling to cause trouble by slowly getting up, “I can just-”

“No, I want to” Clara said, urging you to sit down once again. Taking a deep breath, she looked at you, “So…I’ve been seeing this guy”

“Ooh…” You began excitedly with a smile, “….someone tamed Ms. Bennett’s heart. Spicy!-Sorry…” you bowed your head embarrassingly upon seeing Clara’s look.

Taking another sip, she continued: “Anyways, We went out a couple of times. And he wasn’t shy on telling me how much he liked me”

“So he’s an expressive one, that’s rare” you noted, nodding before drinking your coffee. Clara chuckled.

“Yeah, I like him, I do” She added, “But, I was scared to admit it for some reason”, you swore you felt your smile fade upon hearing it, “And when I finally summed up the courage to tell him…” Clara smiled sadly, “…he didn’t seem that interested anymore. He had moved on”

“Oh Clara…” you breathed. She shrugged.

“Guess he figured I wasn’t as invested as he was…” she said, “…which was NOT true…I was just late to the party. I just didn’t…do it right…” she added, her fist clenching tightly. You sighed deeply.

“That just sucks…really, I’m so sorry”

Clara chuckled amusingly, "Why you getting so upset?”

The sadness was evident on your face, you may not have seen it. Yet you felt it. Coming to realization, you pressed your lips. She was right, why were you so upset? Could it that it was a clear reminder of someone else you knew? Yourself? Your future? Bruce?

“Me?” You feigned your disbelief, “ I just-” you paused, “ I guess I can understand when you like someone…and the challenges that come with it” Indeed, you could empathize to the core. More than ever. Along with the what would smother you. In every way.

"Ah well…what to do” the consultant replied, leaning forward “ All I can tell you is this: If you really care for someone…” she added seriously, slowly tapping her fingers on the table, “….like or love or whatever, better act on it… fast” she stressed, finally leaning back once again, “Cause very few people will be patient in life. And Life IS short so….” Getting up, you were left with some of your own pondering as she left.

Work proceeded as usual, going on until you managed to look through the glass window to the glittery Gotham skyline that evening. Unease remained in you throughout the entire day with one person in mind: Bruce Wayne. 8 hours since they left for questioning, and there were no news. The number of texts you sent were still left unanswered. So, this is what it feels like, you thought.

Perhaps Alfred. Being his confidant, he may have contacted him.  Making your way out of the Wayne Tower, you knew where to head over to.

But all was made simply made convenient for you, when you found Alfred Pennyworth standing by the Rolls Royce,  in front of the Tower, seemingly waiting for you.

“Master Wayne insisted” he said, before you could even question. And without any objection, you nodded to let him drive you home.

As the vehicle cruised through the city, you were quiet. It could not be helped. A certain form of guilt had occupied you, forcing you to do so. However, when Alfred’s eyes greeted you from the rear view mirror, you knew you were compelled to speak: “Any news from Bruce?” You inquired.

“Not at the moment, No”  the butler answered with politeness. Sighing was inevitable at this point, as you looked through the window.

“I hope they’re not in trouble” you muttered.

“It’s Master Wayne, miss” Alfred said, “He will figure it out somehow” The reassurance he offered, filled you with comfort. But simultaneously that guilt within you grew larger like a tumor, reminding you of the indirect cruelty you had inflicted on both men.

“Alfred…” You began with a deep breath, “I’m sorry….” You continued, “…for avoiding you both…” sighing soon after, “This situation…its not easy for me…”

“We are all bound by responsibility, that I understand, Miss” Alfred replied, as he continued to drive, “But one thing is for certain. In all my life, I have never seen Master Wayne wanting so much to be happy with someone…” he insisted “…and by someone… I mean you, Miss”

He may be the trusted Butler in the Wayne family, but given his tone, you also heard the concern of a father, watching over his son with affection. That strong concern pierced through your heart and remained with a memorable pain.

As you sat on your bed that night, rubbing hand cream, you recalled all the moments that clearly urged you to reflect: Lillian, Clara and Alfred. All three of them, involuntarily shedding light on the path you possibly should journey in. And in the end of the day, you were the one to decide, to take that daring step. Was Bruce alright? You wondered still. Given the time now, it seemed impossible to imagine Henderson’s legal team to wear them out with accusations at this hour. It was simply ludicrous.

Your heart skipped a beat when the phone vibrated. But the moment you glanced upon it,  you chuckled lightly, for you guessed it wrong. It was Clara.

Thanks for today. I felt much better unloading on you.

Smiling warmly, you were relieved. Such a sheer pity she would leave soon. It was certainly a rollercoaster ride of emotion knowing her. However, it all worked out well in the end. You formed a reply:

Yay! Glad I could help.

Would you be truly fortunate enough to receive a text from Bruce instead? At least one word, just to hint all was well. Sleeping seemed unimaginable to you now. For all you could imagine doing was to blankly stare at the screen, drown oneself in the blue light until his name would appear at some point. You were patient.

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(5:30 am )

Dawn peacefully greeted your eyes when they slowly opened. Exhaustion finally had sent you to deep slumber, you appeared to have rested in fetal position, cradling your phone as if it was the most precious object. The reason for it, you had an important one. But, as you glanced upon the screen, the efforts still seemed moot.

With a glass of water in hand, you quietly paced around the apartment in your oversized t-shirt. Morning lights in shades of blue and gray had fallen over every object and corner of the premises. The blue hour, as it was called, was possibly your favorite moment of the day. Regardless of what time you may sleep, your eyes would always open to be greeted by the blue hour. Perhaps your body was hopelessly besotted with it, therefore efforts to wake up seemed nonexistent anymore. You were thankful, for it was the apt moment to indulge in peace, the beauty before the bustle of the streets grew loud, before your roommate woke up. The blue hour was indeed your own, special hour.

Gulping down the entire water, you kept the glass in the sink with a sigh. He never managed to leave your thoughts every single minute. It was inconceivable to imagine how one could think of someone always, but it seemed you could, at least once a minute. For no matter how many attempts arise, he managed to stealthily conceal himself in some undiscoverable corner of your heart. You asked for nothing much, all you really longed for was to confirm his safety, his company’s safety.

The doorbell rang, suddenly waking you up from your pondering. The fact it rang so early in the day, had you quite suspicious. Could it be another attack? Right here in your home? With a deep breath, you tip toed over to the door. Your heart evidently beating out of your chest as you pressed your ear against the door.

“Y-Yes?”  You inquired softly.

“It’s me”

That familiar voice. It suddenly provided you with the amount of life your body truly needed. Brimming with relief, you swore you almost felt your eyes water with tears. Overjoyed, you quickly opened the door wide to find Bruce Wayne standing there. Still dressed in his suit and tie, he certainly wore an extra exhausted look as he entered:

“Hey, sorry for barging in like th-”

He paused. He had to. Especially when you ran into him for a tight embrace.

“I-I didn’t go to war, you know” Bruce began, confusingly.

“Doesn’t matter…you’re here now” you replied, with warmth. Heartbeat began to increase the moment you felt his own arms tightly hold you back, to bring you closer. This very moment was when you realized this probably was the very first you shared an embrace. And truthfully, you certainly were pleased with the result. In fact, you were euphoric. His body, you found home in it, with its warmth and it’s safety, framing your own body with such care as your face rested on the crook of his neck. Bruce finally sighed:

“But it did feel like war” he breathed gently. You chuckled.

“Well, Welcome home, soldier ” you whispered teasingly. 

Pulling away was torturous. If only you could stay like this forever. Nature certainly was on your side, when you realized his magnetic energy exuded with strength. You were deeply inclined to press your forehead against his, witnessing the quiet, syncopated breathing between each other. And you did. Being in this close proximity, noses brushed against another, sending small sparks of electricity throughout your frame. The memory of that first kiss. The tension, the warmth and the affection. You were reminded of all of it instantly. Lips were heavily strengthened with the magnetic force, urging to reunite with one another. However before tensions skyrocketed, you moved away. Breathing in to reality once again. And it was Hell.

“What the hell happened, Bruce?”

You inquired casually, your hands resting on your hips, “How long did they keep you for?” “Since this morning” “What?” Hissing in shock, your eyes widened as he quietly closed the door behind him. “Henderson’s guys, they were good” He said softly, shaking his head as you offered him a seat on the sofa, “They were armed with enough questions to last the night. Some of them just plain outrageous, in fact. All just to make sure we didn’t steal their Blueprints” he chuckled.

“God!” You exclaimed quietly, “…that man is crazy” you said, walking towards the window while looking at him, “Were you alone?”

“No no...” he said, “Ted and the others...safe to say, they saved my ass” he added, following you. Smiling proudly, you tilted your head:

“You owe them big time, by the way”

“Oh, I told them to sleep it off today....” Bruce said, with a smile, “With pay...”   Clutching your chest, you were joyous to see all had ended well, “Thank you...” you breathed, to which he nodded graciously. All the sudden, it came to your awareness of how indecent you appeared before him. Being the woman who paraded around in her formal office attire, now standing in just her oversized T-shirt, messy hair and no makeup.

Yet, it indeed was surprising that it only occurred to you later on, for your strongest emotions and concerns had come first before reputation. With your long silence, it seems Bruce finally took a good look at you as well. Dare to catch his expression, you dared not, for you urged yourself to shyly look away.

“Henderson...he-“ you began, folding your arms, “I’m pretty sure all this happened because of me...” you added, looking down at his shoes. You sighed, “this was definitely a petty method to get you to fire me. I mean, none of this would have happened if it wasn’t for me” you stated, “I’m putting this company through so much”. Hunching forward, you chuckled sadly:

“They should have just killed me in that alleyway in the first place-Ah!”

Gasps exited your lips when you felt Bruce snatch on to your right hand with an iron grip. Only then did you realize the intensity of his eyes piercing through the dim morning light. And how they glinted with hurt.

“If they killed you,...” he breathed, pressing his lips soon after, “I would never be able to live with myself…ever”

Those words brimmed with vulnerability. However, your heart could not accept them.

“You’re just saying that“ you whimpered. Looking in to your eyes with focus, he breathed in your name.

“I spent one whole night…” Bruce began, “…answering senseless questions, to a man child with anger issues…And I did it for you” he said, “And…I would do it all over again...”

To your surprise, this composited of all qualities deemed romantic, though it may not seemed traditional. They were certainly most adequate for you. But, your heart was not yet convinced:

“Bruce…” your voice almost broke, “…I’m just a Senior Manager in your company” you said, with a sad smile, “You deserve better”

And you meant it, truly. Gently pulling you closer, Bruce exhaled deeply: “I don’t care of what I deserve...” he stated, his thumb grazing over your hand, “…I care of what I need…”

Your fast paced heart had difficulty functioning when you felt him place a gentle kiss on the back of your wrist. The same traumatic place Alpha willfully slashed, the same spot blood managed to gush out. His lips, they were akin to an invisible bandage you preferred not to rid oneself of. And to find him  reach this stage of vulnerability, you would be lying if you did not acknowledge your broken heart as a consequence.

“Bruce...” you breathed, your defenses breaking down within seconds. Looking up, he looked at you with desperation:

“What is it?” he inquired with impatience, “What do I need to prove to y-”

He was silenced, when you clashed your lips against his with sheer desperation. Your heart finally understood, it seemed.

“Just kiss me” you breathed shakily, your lips brushing against his. Was this what he desired for? You wondered for a split second. But the moment he exhaled with relief, Bruce kissed you back with equal fervor, both finally have come to an understanding.

A desperate one, to be exact.

Bruce’s lips were as addictive and charismatic as his entire presence itself, and certainly strong enough to drive away and forget all matters that resided in your head, except one: your desperate need for him.

Desperation was what you tasted when he kissed you, and that was what your own lips preached religiously to his. It was the lead role of this passion play. Every minute, every day, every week you had deprived yourself of him, you hopelessly needed them back. All forms of doubts and suppression that lingered, you threw all out of the window. For you chose him, you wanted him.

His lips, they held on to you tightly, savoring your own with enough passion and impatience whilst his hands gripped on to your waist with intensity. And truthfully, you did not blame him. With your arms wrapped around his neck, you were relieved to share that similar greed for one another. You moaned into the kiss, as his palms made themselves at home on your buttocks. Backing up, you finally stopped the moment you felt the dinner table right behind you. And before your brain could even form any connection, Bruce was generous, lowering himself enough for you to jump onto him, just so he could carefully place you on the table.

Pulling him by the loosened tie, you felt the kiss deepen at last. Tongues were in a desperate race to reach their destination before the other, intoxicating each other with no shame. As he stood between your legs, you heard yourself gasp into his lips as bodies clashed intimately close. It sent goosebumps, it cause fireworks. Your body was awakened in more ways than one.

Like a drug addict deprived of her usual supply, you suddenly looked at Bruce with desperation when his lips quickly pulled away from yours. Looking at your messy, aroused state, he began breathlessly:

“I can…” he panted, forehead pressed against yours, “I can stop if you want-”

“Don’t dare fucking stop, Bruce!”

You whispered, sheer impatience leading you to kiss him roughly afterwards. His consideration even at this point led to even more arousal than before. By now, the level of desperation increased, to the point a sense of connection was expected of, where desire and lust grouped up form a stronger alliance. A pair of trousers being unbuckled never sounded this heavenly, especially when it was Bruce Wayne engaged in it. With your own fingers hooked on to the ends of your panties, you impatiently managed to pull them down whilst moving from side to side on the table. All the while his lips were desperately glued onto yours.

No clothes were in need of shedding, for there was simply no time to. Sloppy Desperation overruled this morning, to the point all that simply mattered were the uniting of one’s bodies until two became one, until that burning flame could finally be put out. Until that hunger was satisfied, and that thirst was quenched.

“Bruce…” you breathed, pulling away, eyes widening as you looked down.

For the moment your eyes caught the glimpse of his own aroused manhood reveal itself before you, the need for him was confirmed once more . The very moment you found yourself adjusting for him, you were aware of what you needed. The moment you let out of an incredibly emotional cry  when he finally inserted himself into you, all that seemed challenging in your life were suddenly filled with clarity.

“Ah! Bruce…” you cried softly, as his own grunts harmonized with yours.

With every thrust he made inside you, with every kiss  he planted on your skin, you gladly were prepared to be his. As the apartment filled up with suppressed moans, grunts and whispery sighs exchanged between the two, you were hopelessly and shamelessly his.

When finally the passion peak was reached, and his own passion erupted and released within your core, You finally knew what really was important for you. For you had finally decided. 

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