#but this one is gonna see the light of a finished work!

[portraitsofguilt]

── # 𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗠𝗬 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗜𝗖𝗘 jinx/powder au

description. as the hours slip by after closing time, powder and you circle each other, your unspoken connection undeniable, the space between the two of you bridging. the thick and sweet tension lingers before you completely give into it.

content warnings.          18+ MDNI, nsfw content, SMUT, female-bodied reader, they are friends who pine after each other, reader is very angsty (it's because i'm listening to a song), making out, consent is so fucking hot, cunnilingus (powder receiving),

author's note.   idk how much this fic delivers but i tried to, I TRIED OKAY? I WAS BEING SAPPY ABOUT IT BUT I GOT IT OUT SO PLEASE DON'T HATE IT. reblogs and feedback is always appreciated, enjoy, please <3

the bar was nearly empty by the time powder finished wiping down the last of the glasses. the hum of the neon lights was the only sound in the otherwise silent room, the night stretching on into the early hours. outside, the streets were quiet, a thin mist rolling over the cobblestones.

you rested your head on your folded arms as you sat behind the bar, a little too close for comfort, watching her work with an intensity that made your chest tighten. powder moved with ease, her motions fluid and unhurried, as if the world could wait while she took her time. but her eyes- those sharp, blue eyes- kept flicking over to you, catching the way you studied her.

you had been drawn to her from the start, her warmth, her energy, something that clung to her like a melody. she was the type who could make a room brighter just by being there, and yet, there was always something about her that seemed to whisper, to beckon, as if she knew exactly how to make you feel something deep inside you.

you were cold-had always been cold-so distant, so unreachable. but with her, it felt like maybe... maybe you didn't have to be.

powder finished stacking the last of the glasses and turned to face you, leaning against the bar casually. her lips twitched into a smile, her gaze soft but knowing.

"you know," she teased, "it's rude to be so obvious."

you chuckled, but there was an underlying tension, something in the way she had you hanging on her every word. you had tried- tried so hard- not to care, but her eyes, full of understanding seemed to see right through you as if she knew exactly how to crack the ice on your heart.

"maybe i like being obvious," you said, your voice low, but playful. "what are you gonna do about it?"

powder's smile only widened, her eyes narrowing with mischief. "what if i kiss you?"

the question hung in the air as if she were testing the waters, seeing if you would retreat or lean in. you swallowed, heart racing, a strange warmth spreading through your chest. you should have said something, anything, to keep her at arm's length. but in that moment, you didn't want to push her away. you wanted to feel the heat she offered.

instead, you get off the bar, your gaze meeting hers with a quiet challenge. "go ahead," you murmured, straightening your posture on the chair.

she closed the space between you without hesitation, her lips brushing against yours with the gentleness of a question. the kiss was soft, tender, and surprisingly calm. for a moment, you allowed yourself to surrender to it, to feel the warmth of her presence, and the steady thump of your heart in your chest.

"you are not as cold as you make yourself out to be." she murmured, her voice quiet, teasing, but laced with something genuine.

you were the one leaning in the second time, slowly, as if savoring the moment, before your lips brushed against hers. powder didn't pull away, her hand resting on the counter under the marble of the bar as she let you take the lead. when you deepened the kiss, her lips parted slightly in acceptance, a soft sigh escaping her.

there was a rush, but no need to push boundaries. she let you explore, every soft press of your lips, every touch an invitation to let go. powder wasn't the type to rush things, but tonight, she made an exception. she welcomed you in, embraced your all but hesitant vulnerability, and made you feel like it was okay to need something more than just the distance you had built around yourself.

when the kiss finally broke, both of you were breathless, eyes locked. powder's smile was soft, reassuring, as she slowly pulled back, her fingers now lightly grazing your arm. "you really know how to get a girl's attention," she whispered, her voice a little breathless.

"then let me give you some more." this wasn’t an obsession or an opportunity to feel something more than the creeping feeling of mortality caused by your frigid heart- it was something close to love.

your mouth moves to her throat, leaving hungry kisses along her throat as your hands muster up the courage to touch her, and after a few well-placed hickes you surface for air, hoisting her up onto the counter.

"can i?" your eyes filled with desire as you drop to your knees in front of her, manoeuvering her to quickly bunch and push her skirt up. she nods dumbly, her breath hitching in her chest when you reach for her panties, pulling them aside, exposing her cunt to the open air, body trembling in anticipation of what you're about to do.

you look up at her through thick lashes, fingers grazing against her inner thigh and up towards her awaiting core, waiting for another nod, a whimper- anything to know this is the right thing to do. you run your fingertips over her slit and collect up all the slick pooled there, smearing it over her clit as she hums in approval.

not wasting any time now, you lean in and with the first stroke of your tongue, you already have her whimpering out your name as you fuck her with your tongue. powder's hands come up to tug on your hair, pulling on your locks and moan out the cursing she was trying to hold back. "fuck." she breathes, her hand tightening in your hair as you continue pumping your tongue in and out, moving fast, surprising her with a thumb over her clit.

"please..." she whispers, hips bucking as her toes curl inside her shoes, her thighs clenching around your head. "please don't stop."

the thought of the first time spotting her across the bar was supposed to be the last thing on your mind, following the memory of your clumsy way of trying to make conversation and how she smiled at you, laughing, inviting you to take a second to think. you wanted to keep this memory close to your heart, keep it forever locked inside. you couldn't explain how much it affected you, that it still affects you, and yet the burning in your heart doesn't feel like a burden anymore.

"fuck..." she thrusts her hips upwards as she moans and whines continue to spill from her lips as you lick and such on her, tormenting her sensitive bundle of nerves and flicking your tongue against it harshly.

she is panting, absolutely consumed by the pleasure, the bumps of your nose against her clit when your tongue slithers back inside her dripping cunt. her grip on you is merciless as she gets closer and closer to coming undone into your mouth.

you flatten your tongue and hold it flush against her, shaking your head side to side, slurping up at her sopping hole and moaning into her. "g-gonna cum... fuck-" she cries out, begging you to give her what she wants without hesitation. her thighs claiming around your head as she grinds into your face, her senses tingling, seeing white when the knot in her finally tears and she cums all over your mouth.

the taste of her still lingering on your lips despite vigorous licking as a means of cleaning, standing up straight again and connecting your mouths lazily, tongues meeting messily, and letting her taste herself.

she pulls away and presses her forehead against you, smiling at her dreamily as she looks into your blow pupils and listens to your voice whispering to her, "should be so obvious now that i want your heart to melt mine."

[woozivrsefactry]

I just really love you

tw : toxic, face-slapping, mentioned blood, hint of illegal activities.

He comes home late. Again. Blood on his shirt, probably not his. He's not drunk nor high. But he reeks of alcohol and cocaine. He slams the door uncaringly behind him.

You watch him with eyes furrowed. You'd been waiting for him for so long. He doesn't even look at you twice as he strips off his dirty shirt and sprawls on the couch, a cigerette in his mouth. You're by his side like a pathetic servent already, on your knees, taking off his shoes for him, head ducked. "You're late," you say slowly

He exhaled a steam of smoke on your face, "and?"

You keep looking down, not complaining about the smoke. If it's him who give, you'd drink poison. You love him, after all. "I got worried. Are you okay?"

"hm." He murmurs dismissively.

He never tells you where he goes. What he does. Where the blood comes from. Why he has a unregistered gun in your closet. You're not innocent, you know whatever he's doing isn't lawful. But you never ask him too much or he'll get angry.

You see his scratched knuckles, dried with his blood and dust. You try to take his hand to see closer but he swats you away.

"tch, what are you doing?"

"you're... You're hurt. I just-"

"I'm fine." More smoke comes on your face making you cough. "You need to stop clinging me like a pathetic stray dog, you know."

His words sting. Is that all your care means to him. You suck your head down again. "I just... I love you, really." You say.

He chuckles dryly. "Cute," he murmurs. He looks away from you, out of the windows at the city lights. Keeps staring till his cigerette finishes.

"fetch me another one,"

You look up at him with concern. "So much cigerette is not good for you," you say, still lighting up another cigerette and placing it between his lips. "I get worried, jeong-"

"you talk too much, you know," he says with a huffed chuckle. "If you're gonna stay here, put that mouth tu a better use than talking."

He spreads his legs wide. Pulls you by hair till you're between his knees. The sting feels almost tho good. You are obedient - that's what he loves about you. That's probably the only thing he loves about you.

You lower his waist band and boxers, taking out his cock and stroking it at first. You lick along the length. Kissing along the veins. He gets completely hard by then. He's leaned back, eyes closed, the cigerette smoke leaving his lips as you keep working on him, sucking his tip softly.

Smack.

His hand lands on your cheek mercilessly. "Suck it properly, will you?"

Tears sting your eyes. But you love his hit too. Maybe you love him a little too much. That's why you take everything he gives, good or bad.

You take his length in your mouth, pushing back your gag reflex and bobbing your head on his cock. He combs his fingers thru your hair before healing a bunch of it tightly. Speeding you up by his hand. You love it, still. You love him.

He cums in your mouth without any warning. You cough but don't spit out any of his cum

His gets up, pulling up his pants and walks away to the bedroom without acknowledging you. You sit there like a fool with tears in your eyes, smile on your lips.

You just really love him. You can't help it. Even if he is like this, you love him. Even if he keeps hurting you, you love him. You just love him.

[franike]

COLD LOVE

Thanos x reader

Authors note: I love him sm there is not enough fics about him, also sorry about my english •+• ALSO i added a character I hope yall don’t mind🙏 THIS FIC WILL HAVE MORE PARTS

It was just a normal day. You were taking the subway home after finishing your day at college. It was hard to pay for all college expenses and you already worked two jobs. As thoughts ran through your head someone approached you.

“Wanna play a game?” It was a strange man - he was tall, had short black hair and also wore a neat suit.

“Uh sure why not”

The game was called ddakaji. You get a piece of folded paper and another one is placed on the floor. The goal is to throw your piece of paper and flip the one on the floor to the other side. You played a few rounds and won every single one.

“Congratulations” The strange man told you as he handed you a card. Before you could say anything else he left leaving you confused. You took a good look at the card. The front of the card had a circle, a triangle and a square drawn on it and the back of it had a number. You looked at your phone for a second before calling the number from the back of the card.

“To play the game state your name and date of birth”

…

You were sitting in your apartment and thinking. What did I just sign up myself for….but i need the money. The pickup date is five days from now on. You looked at the picture on your table. It was a picture of you and your ex that disappeared one day, well not really but he disappeared for you. You still saw him on social media but that’s about it because one day he just said he can’t be with you anymore and left. What an asshole…but you still cared about him just a tiny bit. Perhaps if he died you would be a bit sad.

…First day at squid game…

You woke up at a bed in a big room. There were about 400 other beds and about 400 other people. What is this… You thought as you looked around when all of a sudden someone called out your name. You looked back and saw your friend, Claire.

“CLAIRE what are you doing here?”

“Ah i got myself into a debt..” Claire explained while uncomfortably touching the back of her neck. You didn’t mind however, you were also in a debt just for school, not for…. Anyways soon some guards came to the front and started explaining how this works. All of a sudden some people started complaining about literally everything.

“What about my shoes huh? They’re limited edition!”

Oh no…Its him. Its Thanos. Your ex. What the hell was he doing in here? Did he not see you? What a pain…Soon the first game started, it was green light red light. Pretty easy. That was until someone got shot in front of you because they moved at red light. You started to panic. It soon turned into green light but you were frozen. You felt like you were gonna faint and as soon as it was red light your knees gave out. However someone stood in front of you so you wouldn’t get seen. It was green light again and the person who previously stood in front of you took you by the forearm and forced you to run with them. You turned to look at the person and it was him. Thanos. Again.

“You really need to be more careful”

“Shut up freak”

He just smirked at you and continued the game. How unfortunate that you ended up in the same situation as him. Soon the game was over. Thanos approached you and started to talk to you.

“So why are you here?”

“I’m not gonna tell you”

“Wow calm down ice queen, it was just a question.”

How annoying can a person be. Even after you gave him the coldest glare you could he just simply smiled at you.

“So you’re just going to pretend that you didn’t leave me like some trash huh?”

To your surprise he stopped smiling, but only for a second before he was back to his usual self. He tried to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you pushed him away. The audacity of this man. You started walking away and he started to yell something at you.

“This isn’t over Y/N! You can’t run away from me so easily!” He started to laugh and went back to some guy. This is going to be long six days….

TO BE CONTINUED….

[nanamincreampie]

Christmas Surprise

Toji Fushiguro x Black plus size reader

Warnings: Fingering, Oral sex (f. receiving), P in V, Mating press, Squirting, Creampie (Toji finishes inside)

The warmth of the crackling fire filled the living room as the two of you settled on the couch, your legs tucked under you and Toji stretched out beside you. He looked relaxed, though his usual guarded expression lingered, his sharp green eyes watching the glow of the Christmas lights reflected on the window.

Dinner had been perfect simple, hearty, and filled with quiet laughter as you teased him about his gruff attempts at helping you cook. Now, the evening had shifted to a softer mood, the air laced with a cozy intimacy that only Christmas seemed to bring.

“I got you something,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

Toji raised a brow, his gaze flicking to you. “You didn’t have to.”

You shrugged, a small smile tugging at your lips as you reached for the small, wrapped box on the coffee table. “I wanted to.”

His hands were rough as they carefully unwrapped the gift, his movements almost hesitant. When he finally revealed the contents, his eyes widened slightly, a rare show of emotion that made your heart ache.

Inside was a polished, engraved dog tag on a sturdy chain. The inscription was simple but heartfelt: "To the one who’s always strong for everyone else. You deserve to rest too."

“Toji,” you said softly, watching his reaction. “I know you don’t always say it, but I see how hard you work, for everyone, for me. I just wanted you to know I appreciate it. All of it. All of you.”

For a long moment, he didn’t speak, his thumb brushing over the engraving. When he finally looked at you, his expression had softened in a way you’d rarely seen.

“You’re something else, you know that?” His voice was gruff, but the emotion behind it was unmistakable.

Before you could respond, he leaned forward, cupping your face in his large hands as he kissed you. It was tender at first, a brush of lips that quickly deepened as he pulled you closer, his warmth engulfing you.

“C’mere,” he muttered against your lips, his hands already sliding down to your waist. He lifted you effortlessly, settling you on his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you.

Toji’s lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as his hands roamed your body. He tugged at the hem of your sweater, pulling it over your head and tossing it aside.

“You spoil me too much,” he murmured, his hands cupping your breasts over your bra. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

“You deserve it,” you managed to say, your voice breathless.

He smirked, his lips finding the sensitive spot just below your ear. “You’re too good for me.”

His hands slid down to your waist, gripping your hips as he rocked you against him. The hard length of him pressed against your core, and you couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped your lips.

“Keep making those sounds, baby,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Drives me crazy.”

He lifted you again, this time laying you down on the plush rug beneath the Christmas tree. The lights cast a soft, colorful glow over both of you as he hovered above you, his gaze heated and intense.

“Gonna take my time with you,” he said, his hands sliding down to hook into the waistband of your leggings. He pulled them off slowly, along with your panties, his eyes drinking in the sight of you.

His lips trailed down your body, pressing kisses to your collarbone, the curve of your breasts, and finally, the soft skin of your inner thighs. When his tongue flicked over your clit, you cried out, your hands gripping the rug beneath you.

Toji groaned, the sound vibrating against you as he worked you over with his mouth. His tongue moved with precision, alternating between gentle flicks and firm strokes, while his fingers teased your entrance. When he finally slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, your back arched, and your body trembled uncontrollably.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your skin. “Let go for me, baby. Let me see how good I make you feel.”

The coil of pleasure snapped, and your release came in a sudden, overwhelming rush. A wet gush spilled onto his hand, and his dark eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

“Damn,” he muttered, smirking as he kissed your inner thigh. “You’re so perfect.”

Toji didn’t waste a moment. Shedding his clothes quickly, he hovered over you, his strong hands spreading your thighs as he lined himself up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, his size stretching you in a way that made your back arch.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his head falling forward as he bottomed out. “Feel so damn good.”

He started with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one hitting deep and drawing soft cries from your lips. His hands gripped your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he quickened his pace, his movements becoming rougher and more desperate.

“You take me so well,” he rasped, his voice thick with praise. “Made for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as your body writhed beneath him.

The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, mingling with the soft glow of the Christmas lights. Toji shifted, pressing your knees back into a mating press, and the angle sent waves of pleasure crashing over you.

You cried out as your body tightened around him, another gush escaping you as you came hard, soaking his cock and the rug beneath you.

“Fuck, baby,” Toji growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With a final deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his warmth flooding you as he groaned your name.

He collapsed onto his elbows, pressing his forehead to yours as you both caught your breath, your bodies still tangled together.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face.

“Best Christmas ever,” you whispered, smiling up at him.

[fatecantstopme]

All I Want Is You

Pairing: Tyler Owens x reader

Summary: Chasing tornadoes with the famous Tornado Wrangler is a dream come true, but falling in love with him wasn't exactly on your to-do list.

Warnings: Cursing, use of pet names, descriptions of tornadoes. SMUT, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), praise kink, light choking, spanking.

You groaned softly at the sound of plastic snapping from behind you. "Boone..."

You turned to see the man in question giving you a very sheepish look. He held up the broken antenna with a wince. "Sorry, (Y/N/N)."

You exhaled heavily. "This is why we can't have nice things."

A small smile danced on your lips as you took the antenna from him. You examined the base and determined it just needed a new coupler. An easy fix.

"Dani!" you called out.

Dani popped her head out from behind the camper. "Yo!"

"Can you get me a new coupler for this antenna, please?" You held up the broken item so Dani could see which one you were referring to.

"Yeah, one sec!"

You glanced at Boone, who still had a sheepish expression on his face. You shook your head slightly as you took a step towards him. "Don't worry about it--I won't tell Tyler."

Boone smiled. "I'm way more afraid of you than I am of Tyler."

"As you should be," you teased. "Gimme a hand?"

He reached out to steady you as you pulled yourself up into the bed of the truck and climbed onto the roof. Dani came over moments later with the replacement coupler. You set to work on fixing it before Tyler came back and asked what was going on.

"Any particular reason you're on top of my truck, darlin'?"

You froze as Tyler's voice washed over you from behind. You turned to look at him, noting the amused smile on his face. "Just making a quick adjustment."

He raised his eyebrows, his disbelief evident in the action. "I made adjustments not 20 minutes ago."

"Well I'm just making sure."

"Uh-huh."

You'd finished attaching the antenna, but you made a show of checking all the other attachments on top of the truck. "Hmm...everything looks good to me."

Tyler chuckled and shook his head. "Then get down from there before you hurt yourself."

You slid down into the truck bed and jumped off the edge onto the hard ground. Tyler's hand shot out to make sure you didn't fall. You shot him a pointed glare that clearly said I don't need your help, thank you very much.

"So you gonna tell me who broke something?"

"Never."

He laughed lightly and followed you to the camper where the rest of the team had gathered.

"How's the radar looking, Dex?" Tyler asked.

"We've got a nice looking cell popping up to the East. It'll probably hit within the next hour."

"Excellent."

Everyone turned to look towards the Eastern sky. You could plainly see the dark clouds rolling across the horizon, heralding the oncoming storm.

"Thoughts, Lightning?" Tyler asked softly, the nickname rolling off his tongue with ease.

"Smells like a good one," you murmured.

The team had long ago learned to trust your instincts when it came to the weather...even if your methods weren't exactly orthodox. Tyler always said you could feel a storm in your bones, and he wasn't wrong. It was as if Mother Nature herself spoke to you.

"Who needs science when we have (Y/N)?" Boone said with a grin.

You turned and shot him a warm smile, but it quickly faded as you caught sight of four vehicles pulling into the parking lot. "Fuck," you muttered.

The rest of the team followed your gaze and muttered their own varying expletives.

"Can't we just have one storm where those assholes don't show up?" Lily grumbled.

"We'd never be so lucky," you said with a sigh.

The six of you watched as men in polo shirts piled out of the vehicles. Each and every one of them wore the logo of the business on their shirts, just as each of the vehicles did.

"Howdy, Storm PAR," Tyler said in a mocking tone.

Most of the other team ignored him, but one of the younger members gave him a friendly wave.

A soft chuckle left your lips, echoed by the other members of your team.

You opened your mouth to make a joke, but your jaw clamped shut as Scott Miller, one of the founders of Storm PAR, started walking your way.

You felt Tyler tense beside you, and you could see the others doing the same out of the corner of your eye.

"(Y/N). Owens." Scott gave the two of you appraising looks. "Surprised to see you're still chasing together."

You pushed down every annoyed response you wanted to shoot at him, instead opting for what you hoped came across as cool indifference. "Can't see why you'd be surprised."

Scott shrugged. "You and I both know you're too smart to run with this bunch of hillbillies."

"Hey!" Boone yelled. "Watch it."

Tyler stepped forward, his expression calm, but his stance was protective. "No need for the name calling, Scott. (Y/N) can chase with whomever she wants to, but you can't be mad when it's not you."

Scott's expression darkened. "She and I both know which one of us is actually successful." He started to walk away, pausing only to throw one more insult over his shoulder. "The YouTube channel sure is cute though."

Tyler bristled, but you grabbed his arm to keep him from saying anything further. "Let it go, Tyler. He's not worth it."

Tyler exhaled slowly and nodded, turning back to the rest of the team. Each of them shared the same angry expression, and it upset you that someone you used to work with dared to speak to them this way.

"I'm sorry, guys."

"Nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N)," Lily said with a smile.

"Lily's right, that dude's an ass," Boone commented.

"An ass I used to work with," you muttered.

"We all make mistakes," Dexter said with a small smile. "Besides, you're here now."

Tyler nudged you with his shoulder. "They're right darlin', and so were you. He's not worth it."

You smiled. "Alright, alright. 'Nuff of this sappy shit." Your voice was light and teasing, and it made the rest of the team smile. "We've got a storm to chase, don't we?"

"Yes ma'am," Boone said.

"You heard her. Let's get a move on," Tyler added.

**********

Thirty minutes later, you'd all piled into your respective vehicles and headed off to chase yet another storm. Radar still showed the cell to the East was looking promising and you'd confirmed it.

You could tell by Tyler's expression he was disappointed you'd chosen to ride with Lily instead of him. Boone had been more than happy to ride shotgun with Tyler and you'd muttered something about needing to drive so Lily could fly Cairo.

When you climbed into the driver's seat, Lily gave you a look. "What?"

"Why aren't you riding with Tyler?"

"Because you need a driver."

She raised an eyebrow. "And what, Boone forgot how to drive?"

You rolled your eyes. "Boone's operating a camera."

"Oh right, because we don't have cameras in every vehicle."

"Lil..."

"I know something's going on with you and Tyler. You've been acting weird all week."

You sighed. Lily was your best friend and your closest confidant. She knew very well how you felt about Tyler--and she knew exactly why you would never tell him. It wasn't that you thought he would be rude about it...you just didn't want to risk making things awkward between the two of you, or gods forbid, the rest of the team.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I promise I won't make fun of you, but I can make no promises regarding my laughter."

Her candor made you chuckle. It was one of the many things you loved about her. "I had a dream earlier this week...and um...well, I can't get it out of my head. Every time I see him, it just invades my damn brain."

She smirked. "What kind of dream?"

You groaned. "You know exactly what kind of dream, Lily."

"Was it..." she grinned, "...the dirty kind?"

"Lily!"

She laughed loudly. "Oh there's nothing wrong with it! We've all had a dirty dream before."

"It's a little different when it's about someone you know and see every damn day."

"Instead of being awkward about it, you could just tell him...maybe he'll make your fantasies come true."

You rolled your eyes. "Yeah, like that's gonna happen. We both know Tyler isn't into me like that."

"I most certainly do not know that, and for the record, neither do you."

"He's not."

"How do you know if you never ask him?"

"He would have said something by now, Lily."

"Oh, you mean like you have?"

You shot her a glare, but before you could respond, the radio on your dash crackled to life, Tyler's voice on the other end letting you all know Boone was starting the stream. You flicked the camera on your dash on, effectively silencing any further personal conversation.

Tyler made his traditional intro, introducing every member of the team before launching into a description of today's storm.

"Lightning, can you swing up to my left and give me your thoughts?"

Lily'd already pulled her googles down, eyes trained on whatever Cairo was seeing up in the air. You pulled around to the left of Tyler's truck, giving yourself a good view of the approaching storm.

You breathed deeply as you took in the beautiful cloud formations before you. No matter how many storms you chased...or how many tornadoes you experienced, the beauty and power never ceased to amaze you.

"She's looking beautiful, T. Plenty of shear and that cap is definitely gonna break. I'd say take a left in a half mile and drive straight at her."

"You heard the woman. Let's ride."

The clouds were rotating more rapidly as you approached the storm. You could feel the electricity in the air--the heaviness that accompanied any supercell storm.

"Come on, baby, show us what you got," you muttered.

The rest of your team smiled at your words as they crackled through the radio.

"We've got a funnel!" Lily called. Cairo zoomed overhead, able to see the beginning of the tornado before the rest of you.

You watched in rapt awe as the funnel grew. When the tornado finally touched down, you let out a whoop of excitement. The sound was echoed by the rest of the team.

"We've got ourselves a grade A tornado here folks," Tyler said. You could hear the joy in his voice and you smiled as you pictured his excited expression. "Lightning, Dex, you guys hang back while we get a little closer."

"Copy," you responded, Dex's affirmation coming moments later.

You slowed to a stop, eyes glued to the red truck as it sped closer to the tornado. This was always the moment that had your heart clenching in your chest...this was the moment it could all go wrong.

"What are our readings, Lil?" you asked.

"Wind speeds are currently 98 miles per hour and it looks like we've got an RFD forming."

Your breathing slowed as you stared at the tornado. You could see the rain curtain forming at the southeastern edge of the tornado, confirming Lily's RFD observation. Your earlier excitement turned to dread as an overwhelming sense of wrongness came over you.

"Monitor the wind speeds, Lily. I'm not liking this one."

"You got it."

"Tyler?" you hailed him directly.

"Yeah, Lightning?"

"You're heading straight toward an RFD. You need to pull back or you're not gonna be able to see the actual tornado."

"What's the current windspeed?" he asked.

"We're up to 110," Lily replied.

"Tyler--pull back. Now," you urged. 110 mph was the top windspeed for an EF1...and that truck wasn't rated for an EF2.

"We've got hail!" Boone yelled excitedly.

"Baseballs!" Tyler hollered.

"Tyler!" you called.

"We're alright, Lightning. Don't worry," he responded.

You exhaled heavily and closed your eyes for a moment. "Windspeed, Lil?"

"120."

"Shit. Tyler it's an EF2 and you're driving right into the damn rain wall. Back off."

"Alright, we'll go around the edge--see if we can't skirt around the RFD."

You didn't like it...you never liked when visibility was so compromised. Especially when you weren't actively in the storm. You'd lost visual of the truck, but you could still clearly see the tornado and the rain wall that formed on the Southeastern edge. Your skills were of more use when you were actually in the storm...not watching from a distance.

"(Y/N), we've got a second funnel forming," Dexter called.

"Where?"

"I can see the hook on the radar. Off to the west."

"Lily, can you get me eyes?" you asked.

"On it."

While you couldn't see Cairo, you knew the drone was flying overhead, racing towards the western edge of the storm.

"Wind shear is still high," Dani commented.

You could hear the slight worry in her voice, echoing your own concerns.

"Shit," Lily muttered. "We've got an updraft and she's rotating."

"Tyler, get out of there now," you ordered. "Second tornado just touched down to the west."

"We can't see it," Tyler called out.

"Windspeed on the first tornado?" you asked.

It was Dexter who responded. "136!"

"Fuck!" That was the threshold for an EF3.

"Windspeed on the smaller twister is already 105," Lily yelled.

"Tyler!"

"I can't see the other tornado!" he yelled.

"Lily!"

"I'm trying..." she said desperately. You watched in dismay as the two tornados spun in the distance. Tyler and Boone were somewhere in the middle of it and Lily was trying to find the truck with Cairo.

"Got 'em!"

"Guide me!" Tyler yelled.

"Go in reverse," Lily insisted. "If you keep going straight, you're gonna hit the second tornado."

You could hear Tyler's cursing over the radio, followed by the revving of the truck's engine.

"Keep going!" Lily commanded.

Your anxiety was through the roof and you still couldn't see the truck you were so desperately searching for.

"Shit!!!" Lily yelled. "I lost Cairo!"

It was your turn to take over...but all you had was instinct. "Tyler! What can you see?"

"I can still only see the EF3!"

"To your right?"

"Yes!"

You gauged his likely location and sent out a silent prayer that you were right. "Go left. As fast as you can."

Tyler didn't even ask if you were sure. He trusted you with his life...and with Boone's.

"You might be sending him right into the EF2," Lily said softly.

"I know."

You could feel her concerned gaze on you, but you didn't dare take your eyes off the storms raging in front of you.

"We've got a wind shift," Dexter called. "The storm is moving Northeast."

"Tyler?"

"I heard. We're headed in the opposite direction."

You held your breath, waiting to see the red truck finally come into view.

"I see them!" Lily shouted.

You followed her line of sight and let out a long exhale. The sight of that damn truck was easily the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen.

You waited until the truck finally pulled to a stop just ahead of your truck before getting out and racing towards it.

Tyler jumped out and didn't hesitate to catch you as you jumped into his arms. He held you tightly and you finally felt the tension leave your body. Neither of you said a word as he sat you down, the emotion on both of your faces was enough to convey what you needed to.

The rest of the team had run up to the truck and everyone embraced in relief. Tyler turned back to the camera, letting everyone know the team was safe. He reminded the viewers not to try anything like this without proper training and equipment, before signing off the stream.

"I need a drink," he muttered.

"I think we all could use one," you added.

The sound of a horn honking brought your attention back to the road. A Storm PAR truck pulled up alongside you and Scott leaned out the window.

"Taking a little break?" he taunted.

"Why don't you go drive into an EF5, Scott," you snapped.

He merely laughed. "Next time, you should leave the storm chasing to the adults...and maybe stop listening to intuition instead of science."

"That intuition just saved my ass," Tyler growled.

"And mine," Boone added.

"Intuition," you said softly. "The one thing you've always wanted but will never have."

Scott glared at you. "Maybe this is the right group for you, (Y/N). You never were on my level."

"You've got that backwards, Scott. You were never on mine."

A chorus of "ooos" went up around you, sparking a smirk to cross your face.

"Screw you, (Y/L/N)."

"I'm sure you'd like to." You gave him a teasing wave as he sped off, middle finger hanging out the window.

"You handled that very well," Tyler said softly.

You smiled. "I guess I just got tired of his shit."

"Personally, I thought it was pretty hot," Boone commented.

You laughed, along with Lily and Dani, while Tyler and Dexter groaned.

"Come on kids. Let's go get a drink."

"And food?" Boone asked hopefully. "I'm starving."

"Since you just survived a very harrowing experience, I think we can manage to scrounge up some food for you," you teased.

He grinned and gave you a kiss on the cheek before climbing back into the passenger seat of Tyler's truck.

Tyler's gaze lingered on you for a moment before he went back to his truck...a gaze that didn't go unnoticed by Lily.

"I saw that," she whispered once you were both back in your truck.

"You saw what?"

"The way he looked at you."

"It's called gratitude, Lily. Nothing more."

"I love you, but you are blind as hell. You both are."

You just shook your head and started the car, trying desperately to ignore the pit in your stomach that had formed the moment you'd lost sight of Tyler's truck in the storm...

**********

The team had made it through a round of drinks and appetizers before their meals hit the table. Adrenaline did wonders for one's appetite.

You'd managed to find a large booth in the bar across the street from your motel. You sat between Boone and Tyler, and the other three sat across from you. Lily's gaze was focused very heavily on you to the point where you kicked her under the table to get her to back off.

After everyone had shoveled down their meals and gotten another round of drinks in, Dani announced she wanted to play pool. Dexter and Boone immediately offered to join her, and Lily said she'd try her hand at it before following them to the tables at the other end of the bar.

"You don't wanna play?" Tyler asked.

"I suck at pool and you know it."

He chuckled softly. "You really are terrible at it."

You shot him a glare, but his warm expression softened yours instantly. "I'm glad you're okay," you whispered.

"Thanks to you, Lightning."

"And Lily. Mostly Lily."

He shook his head. "I should have listened to you right away. I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize. I probably sounded overprotective."

"Your instincts are always spot on. I shouldn't have ignored them."

"It's alright, T. You and Boone are fine. That's all that matters."

He was quiet for a moment, as if contemplating his next words very carefully. "I'm glad it was Boone riding with me today. I don't know what I would have done if it had been you."

"The same thing you did today. Nothing would have changed."

Tyler gave you a long, strange look. "I would have been terrified, Lightning. Absolutely terrified."

"Why?"

"I can handle putting myself in danger or even dying, but I don't like the idea of putting any of you in that situation, you least of all. If something happened to you?" His eyes closed and he breathed deeply. "I don't know what I would do."

You grabbed his hand and squeezed it, prompting him to look you in the eyes. "I know the feeling. I was scared out of my mind today, Tyler. More afraid than I've been in a very long time."

He scanned your face as if looking for something. You couldn't tell if he found it or not, but his expression changed back to the easy cockiness you were used to. "Wanna dance, darlin'?"

You couldn't help the surprise that crossed your face at the sudden change of topic. "What?"

He just grinned at you. "Dance with me."

You nodded slowly, letting him pull you out of the booth and to the dance floor. Tyler had never asked you to dance before and to be honest, you didn't think he even liked dancing.

You, however, loved to dance. You'd danced with every other member of the team and plenty of strangers. You were never ashamed to dance alone either. Music spoke to your soul in the same way storms did, and you'd always lost yourself in both.

You were surprised by Tyler's movements as he moved to the rhythm of the upbeat song. "I didn't know you could dance," you teased.

"You never asked."

"I've danced at every bar we've ever been to," you countered. "I don't think you've ever joined in!"

"I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of an expert."

You laughed. "I'm not expert, I just love it."

He grabbed your hand and spun you around a few times before spinning you into him. "Perhaps I just like to watch you move. It's one of the few times I see you look truly free."

He spun you away from him again before you could comment. You'd never noticed him watching you dance and his admission surprised you.

The song changed to a slower, more sensual beat, and Tyler pulled you into him, back against his front. You swayed your hips to the beat, trying to steady your heartbeat as Tyler's hands rested on them.

You felt his body moving sensually against yours--the feeling more intoxicating than you'd ever imagined. You felt his lips graze your temple before spinning you around to face him.

You couldn't look up at him, eyes focusing instead on his slightly exposed chest. He moved your body slowly with his, swaying to the rhythm of the music.

"Sweetheart," he said softly. "Look at me."

It took all your willpower to look up at him without panicking. He was looking at you with an expression you'd never seen before, and it made you breathless.

His eyes swept lovingly across your face as his right hand lifted to cup your cheek. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.

You inhaled sharply, surprised as much by the tenderness in his voice as the words. "Ty..."

"Can I kiss you?" he murmured, his voice little more than a plea.

You didn't trust your voice, so you simply nodded.

He lowered his mouth to yours, pressing his lips against yours with a gentleness you didn't expect. It was a soft kiss at first, but as you responded to it, he nipped at your bottom lip, tongue pressing firmly against your lips, begging for entry. You parted your lips, allowing him to deepen the kiss as he explored your mouth.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers gripping at the short hairs at the base of his neck. His left arm had wrapped around you, pulling you tightly against him, right hand cradling your face.

You had no idea how long the kiss lasted. It felt as if time stopped and the world around you ceased to exist. It was only the two of you and the moment you shared.

When you finally parted, you were both breathless. It was evident from his expression he didn't have an interest in stopping, and neither did you. You would have kissed him on that dance floor all night long.

He kissed you again, but it was over too soon for your liking. "Tyler," you whimpered as he pulled away.

He chuckled softly. "I don't wanna stop either, baby, but if we don't, I'm liable to make a bit of a scene on this dance floor."

You grinned. "What kind of scene?"

He leaned in close, lips a hair's breadth away from yours. "The X-rated kind."

You brushed your lips against his. "I'm down if you are."

His responding grin warmed your heart. "As hot as that would be, I'd rather not share you with the rest of this bar."

"Well then I guess it's a good thing our motel is right across the street."

He groaned softly. "Thank god." He pulled away, but you could see in his gaze he didn't want to. "Lemme just pay the tab."

"Oh, I gotta pay mine too."

The look he gave you halted you in your tracks. "I'm taking you to bed, Lightning. I'm paying your tab."

You laughed lightly and watched him walk away. Your gaze lingered on his very nice ass for a moment before flickering away in search of your team.

You met Lily's eyes across the room and the grin she gave you told you she'd seen everything. She pulled out her phone and typed for a few moments. Unsurprisingly, yours dinged the moment she looked back up.

Lily: YOU KISSED TYLER!

You: Technically, he kissed me.

Lily: Whatever! YOU KISSED!!! I told you he liked you!

You: Yeah, yeah. You can gloat later...we're going back to the motel. ;)

Lily: You can bet your ass I will! Have fun and don't do anything I wouldn't do.

You: Is there anything you wouldn't do?

Lily: Nope :D <3

You met your best friend's gaze again and she was grinning ear to ear. She gave you a big thumbs up, which sparked your own happy smile.

"Whatcha smilin' at, sweetheart?" Tyler asked, appearing beside you.

You looked up at him with a warm expression. "You."

"Mhmm." His tone told you he knew exactly what had made you smile, or rather whom.

"Walk me home?" you teased lightly.

He grinned. "It would be an honor, milady."

You laughed at his attempt at a proper British accent. "Stick to your normal accent, babe. It's hotter."

He smirked. "You think my accent's hot?"

You groaned as you walked out the door, Tyler right behind you. "I'm gonna regret admitting that, aren't I?"

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to a stop. "I don't know, darlin'. Are you?" His voice had deepened and that southern drawl made your knees weak.

"Not if you keep that up," you whispered.

He chuckled as he placed kisses on your neck, nipping gently at the place where your neck met your shoulder.

You let out a soft moan and he tightened his grip on your waist. "We better get moving or I'm gonna lose it."

You smiled. "As much as I'd like to see you lose control, I'd prefer it be in my room and not the parking lot."

He laughed softly and grabbed your hand. He guided you across the street and up the stairs of the motel. His eyes seemed to gleam in the moonlight as he watched you fish out your key and unlock your door.

The second you entered the room and closed the door, Tyler had you pressed against it, lips pressed firmly against yours. You sighed into the kiss, relishing the hard lines of his body beneath your hands.

You made quick work of the buttons on his plaid shirt, pushing it off his shoulders as his lips trailed down your neck. He nipped at your collarbone, earning a breathless moan from you.

Your hands instinctively went to his hair, but his backwards ball cap was in the way. You pulled it off his head and tossed it across the room before tangling your fingers in his dark blonde locks. He let out a soft sound of pleasure as your nails scraped against his scalp.

"Normally I treat my hats with more respect than that, but you're more than welcome to throw 'em around if it means I get to feel your hands in my hair."

You chuckled, tugging lightly on his roots. He groaned lowly in response, and you grinned. "I'll keep that in mind."

He tugged his shirt the rest of the way off before sliding his hands under yours and removing it with a swiftness that surprised you. His eyes trailed down to your bra, but you were too focused on his bare chest to notice.

He leaned forward, aiming to press a kiss to your breast, but you held him at arm's length. "Sweetheart?"

"Hold on," you mumbled. "I'm trying to count your abs."

He laughed and shook his head slowly.

"It's not natural to have that many. It's absurd."

He laughed even harder, hand sliding under your chin to tilt your head up. When your eyes met his, you could see the mischief dancing in them. "You can count them later--after I'm done making you scream my name."

You smirked. "Is that a promise?"

"The screaming or the ab counting?"

You laughed lightly, smacking his chest affectionately. "The screaming, Tyler Owens. I am very interested in forgetting my name...if you think you can manage it."

He grinned wolfishly. "Oh darlin', my name will be the only thing you'll remember."

He didn't allow you to respond before kissing you with even more hunger than before. His hands deftly unclasped your bra and you let it fall to the floor.

Tyler pulled away just enough to look at your bare breasts, a low appreciative whistle escaping his lips. "Now these are the nicest pair I've ever seen." He punctuated his words with a pinch to each of your nipples, which had you arching off the door.

"Ty--"

Whatever you were about to say was cut off by moans as he lowered to take a nipple into his mouth. His hands massaged what his mouth could not, and he listened closely to your breathing to gauge your enjoyment.

After spending a sufficient amount of time appreciating your ample chest, he slid to his knees, mouth trailing kisses down to your abdomen.

He made quick work of removing your jeans, leaving you in nothing but a pair of lacy underwear you suddenly found yourself incredibly glad to be wearing.

"These are nice," he murmured, tracing a finger around the edge of the lace. "Were you expecting something, Lightning?"

His tone was teasing, but you could see a little bit of worry in his eyes. As if you would have wanted to be in this position with anyone but him.

"There's always a part of me that hopes you'll see them," you admitted softly.

His eyes lit up. "Oh? You wear them for me?"

You blushed. "I wear them for me, but...you're the only man I'd want to see them."

Tyler grinned and dipped his finger beneath the lace, hooking it around the crotch panel and tugging down slowly. You watched his hungry gaze as he lowered your underwear to the floor for you to step out of.

He gently traced a finger along the seam of your labia, a groan escaping his throat. "Fuck, baby. You're already soaked."

You blushed and let out a soft whine, desperate for him to actually touch you already. "Ty..."

He chuckled lightly. "Patience, sweetheart." He grabbed your left leg and pulled it over his shoulder, before leaning in to lick a thick stripe up your pussy.

You gasped, one hand going immediately to his hair while the other pressed against the door for balance.

"You taste even better than I imagined."

Every woman wants to hear that, and you were no exception, but you were becoming increasingly impatient. "Tyler, please."

"You gonna keep still for me, darlin'?"

You nodded rapidly.

"Good girl. Now let me enjoy my meal."

You weren't sure what pulled the moan from deep in your chest--his words or the incredible feeling of his tongue delving into your pussy. To be honest, you couldn't be bothered to care.

It was harder than you'd thought to actually stay still. His tongue was exceptionally talented and he had you bucking up against his mouth almost instantly.

He chuckled against your pussy as his hands grabbed your hips and held you firmly in place. He wasn't about to deprive himself of your delicious taste for even a second to admonish you for moving.

As your moans increased in volume and frequency, Tyler found himself loving the sound more than he'd ever thought possible. He knew he would do just about anything to hear them again.

Your grip on his hair tightened and you pulled on it periodically, each time breaking his concentration for a moment. You were still coherent enough to tuck that knowledge away for use at a later time.

"Tyler," you whimpered. "I'm close."

He groaned against you and his grip on your hips tightened to an almost bruising level. He brought all of his focus and effort to your clit, increasingly desperate to feel you come.

Gasps and moans ripped from your mouth as the tension in your abdomen reached a fever pitch. "Please, please, please."

Tyler didn't stop his ministrations--didn't change a single thing. Your legs began to shake and your grip on his hair was painful, but he'd let you rip every last strand out just to hear your moans as you came.

With a final flick of his tongue, you fell over the edge into a brilliant abyss of pleasure unlike anything you'd ever experienced before. The sounds pouring from your mouth were easily the most beautiful sounds he'd ever heard and he never wanted them to stop.

Your thighs were shaking as you came down from your high, Tyler's mouth still fixed on your pussy despite the grip you had on his hair. He finally let you pull him away, if only to prevent you from losing your balance.

He stood up, licking his lips happily as he gazed into your flushed face. His cock was throbbing painfully, but he was happy to ignore it in favor of ensuring your pleasure for every moment.

"If you're that good with your mouth," you started breathlessly, "then I'm intrigued to see what you can do with the rest of your body."

He grinned wickedly. "I'm more than happy to show you."

You smiled. "I thought you might be."

You grabbed his face and pulled him down for a heated kiss. He pressed his body firmly against yours and you could feel his erection pressing into your lower belly.

You palmed him through his jeans, giving him a firm squeeze. He groaned and bucked his hips against your hand. You smirked against his lips as you noted the impressive size beneath your palm.

"Baby," he ground out. "Don't tease me."

"Since you had mercy on me, I suppose I can do the same," you murmured.

You made quick work of removing his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He helped you remove them, along with his boxers. Before you could see exactly what he was working with, he'd scooped you up in his arms and was carrying you to the bed.

He laid you down gently, climbing on top of you, lips pressed against yours in a hungry kiss. His tongue fought yours for dominance, but you allowed him to win, opting instead to reach for the hard length you could feel pressing against your thigh.

You wrapped your hand around him and began to stroke slowly, adding a little pressure each time you reached the head. Tyler groaned against your lips, clearly enjoying the sensations.

After a few moments, he grabbed your hand, stopping you mid-stroke. "Keep that up and this isn't gonna last nearly as long as I want it to."

You smirked and nipped at his bottom lip. "I didn't realize I had that effect on you."

"How you didn't figure it out is beyond me. I've wanted you with increasing desperation since the day I met you."

You inhaled sharply, surprised by his admission. He didn't want to give you time to respond, especially if you hadn't felt that same attraction, so he used your momentary distraction to brush his cock against your folds.

You both moaned softly, focus returning to the present situation.

"I would have liked to repay the favor, but I don't think I can stand another second without you inside me," you whispered.

Tyler smirked. "The feeling is mutual, baby."

He gripped his cock tightly and lined it up with your entrance. He paused, realizing he was forgetting an important step. "Shit. Do you, uh, do you have a condom?"

You shook your head. "It's okay though. I've got an IUD."

"Are you sure?"

You nodded. "I trust you."

"I'm clean and I haven't been with anyone since I got tested last."

"Same," you confirmed. "So please, if you could fuck me senseless, I would really appreciate it."

Tyler grinned and chuckled breathily. "Your wish is my command."

He knew he was well-endowed and he could see the flicker of worry in your eyes as you stared down at his cock. He didn't want to hurt you, but he knew the moment he felt your warmth around him he'd lose all sense of control.

"I can go slow, sweetheart," he said softly.

Your eyes flicked back up to meet his and you shook your head. "I wanna feel you--all of you. Please."

He nodded and pressed the tip of his cock against your core and slowly slipped into you. He watched your face for any sign of pain or discomfort, but he didn't see any.

"Take a deep breath for me, baby," he whispered.

The moment you inhaled, he thrust into you, filling you so fully you nearly screamed from the stretch alone. You gripped onto his shoulders tightly and gasped his name.

He lowered his head to yours and tried to steady his racing heart. He knew you'd feel good, but he'd never imagined it'd feel like this. "You feel incredible," he murmured. "Made for me, weren't you darlin'?"

"Ty," you whimpered. "Need you to move--please."

He started to move slowly, dragging his cock along your tight walls until he was almost all the way out before plunging back in. The initial discomfort eased as he moved until all you could feel was blinding pleasure.

Tyler watched your face, waiting until your expression morphed to pure ecstasy before shifting his angle. He elevated your hips, tugging both your legs up against his chest as he pounded into you.

You let out a cry of pleasure as his cock brushed against that spot inside you that made you see stars. Your nails dug into his biceps, the only part of him you could reach.

"You feel so good, baby," he ground out. "Squeezing me so tight."

Your eyes snapped shut and your head tilted back as a series of moans and expletives slipped from your lips. You could feel another orgasm building, pleasure so close you could almost taste it.

"Ty, please don't stop," you begged.

"I wouldn't dare."

He knew you were close--could feel it in the way your walls pulsed around him. He continued his pace, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.

Your grip on his biceps tightened to an almost painful level, nails digging into his flesh so deeply they may draw blood, but he was too lost in the pleasure to care.

"You gonna come for me, sweet girl?" he murmured.

You were past words, only able to manage a rapid nod of your head. The sounds your bodies made mixing with the broken moans coming from both of you, was absolutely the most sinful sound either of you had ever heard. Tyler would have given his last breath to hear those sounds forever.

Your jaw went slack, the only warning Tyler had before he felt the explosion of pleasure rock through your body. Your pussy clenched him so tightly he couldn't move, the force of your orgasm stealing the breath from his lungs.

You clung to him as you came down from your high and he slowly lowered your legs so he could kiss you without breaking you in half. His lips brushed against yours, swallowing the soft panting breaths as they escaped your lips.

"How many more do you think you can give me, Lightning?" he murmured against your soft skin.

"I--I don't know," you answered breathlessly.

"Well then, let's find out." His tone was dominant, but you knew he wouldn't do anything you didn't want him to. If you asked him to stop, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

You nodded your agreement, earning a wicked smile from his handsome face. He slipped out of you and the sudden emptiness almost made you cry. Tyler noticed instantly and he cooed softly, "Aww, don't worry, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

His strong, callused hands stroked your sides before gripping your hips tightly and flipping you onto your stomach. You gasped in surprise, but immediately lifted your hips for him as if on instinct.

He chuckled softly. "Such a good girl, aren't you sweetheart? You know just what to do."

You shook your hips and whimpered softly, signaling your need to the man now hovering behind you. You felt his hand trail down your spine, leaving goosebumps in his wake. When his hand reached your ass, he smacked it--hard enough to get a reaction, but not hard enough to really hurt you.

You moaned loudly at the pleasurable feeling and pushed your hips back towards him, desperate for him to touch you again.

"Oh you like that, pretty girl?" He smacked your ass again. "You like it when I spank you?" Another smack.

"Yes!" you gasped out between moans.

Tyler chuckled and gave you one more spank before sheathing himself in your warm heat without warning. Your cries mixed with his low groan as he bottomed out.

"Fuck, baby. So goddamn tight."

You pushed back against him and wiggled your hips, a broken "please" escaping your lips.

He couldn't resist your begging tone even if he wanted to. He set a brutal pace, pounding into you like he'd never get to do it again. He held your hips so tightly there was no doubt there'd be bruises there in the morning.

"So deep," you cried out between moans. "'s so good."

Tyler wanted to feel you come again, but he had a feeling you'd need a little extra stimulation this time. His right hand slid down your back until he could wrap it around your throat. Using it as leverage, along with the arm he slipped around your middle, he pulled you up so your back pressed against his chest.

You gasped, head falling back against him, exposing your neck to him as your heavily lidded eyes met his. He brushed his lips to your shoulder, then your neck, then your cheek--hips never faltering, hold never slipping.

"I need you to come again for me, baby."

You whimpered in response, but made no move to stop him as his dominant hand lowered to your throbbing clit. He maintained a grip on your throat, firm but gentle, while his other hand slowly massaged your clit.

The moans that fell from your lips were like music to his ears, along with the half-gasped whimpers of his name. "Let go for me, sweet girl. I've got you."

You lifted one arm to wrap around his head, entwining your fingers into his hair. You held onto him as best you could as your orgasm ravaged your body.

Tyler groaned as you tugged his hair, teeth nipping at your pulse point while he helped you ride out your high. He knew if he let go of you, you'd fall flat on your face, so he lowered you very gently to the bed before rolling you back over to look up at him.

"You look so beautiful like this," he whispered.

A soft blush bloomed across your cheeks, somehow only making you more beautiful. He wished he could take a picture of this moment, but he'd have to settle for the memory instead.

He lowered his lips down to yours and you met him with surprising intensity. You held on to the back of his neck and tugged at his hair as your tongues intertwined. You brushed your soaking core against his painfully hard length, and he groaned into the kiss.

"Want you to come too," you whimpered against his lips.

"Only if you come with me."

Your eyes widened as you pulled away from him. "I don't think I can."

"Will you try for me, pretty girl?"

You bit your lip, but you nodded slowly. "I'll try."

He grinned, nudging his nose against yours affectionately. "That's my girl."

He slowly slid back into you, starting his medium pace immediately. Your breath mingled with his, lips never more than a couple inches apart. He was supporting himself entirely on his arms, which were caged around you.

Unlike the previous positions, this felt unhurried, gentle...loving. You lost yourself in his blue-green eyes, gaze never leaving your face.

Tyler wanted to see you fall apart this time--really see you. He wanted to see all those little micro-expressions of pleasure--pleasure he was giving you.

To your surprise, you could feel the familiar tightening in your lower belly, feel the ache that always preceded an orgasm. Your hands were soft against his velvet-smooth skin as you traced the muscles up and down his back.

"Tyler..." you whispered, brushing your lips against his again.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Wanna come with you."

He kissed you gently. "Tell me what you need."

"Just don't stop," you begged softly.

His lips brushed your forehead. "Never."

You weren't sure if it was the passion of the moment or the heightened sensitivity from multiple orgasms, or maybe a mixture of both, but you were already teetering on the edge of bliss. Your nails dug into his back and your moans became louder--a subtle signal of your impending orgasm.

"I can feel you tensing, sweet girl. I know you're close." He kissed you again, tasting the moans that left your lips.

Your entire body began to shake and your breathing was ragged as you held tightly to Tyler like he was the only thing keeping you tied to earth.

Tyler was on the edge too...barely able to hold back the orgasm he'd been fighting for several minutes. It was taking almost all of his focus not to come before you did.

"Need you to come with me, (Y/N)," he begged. "Please, baby."

Hearing Tyler Owens beg was one of the sexiest things you'd ever heard, and it had you falling into an ocean of pleasure you might very well drown in.

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as you fell apart, Tyler's strong hands and whispered words the only things holding you together.

Your name escaped his lips like a prayer on repeat as he came, filling you with his seed. You clung to each other in the moments after the pleasure began to fade, neither of you willing to part just yet.

Tyler's large, toned body collapsed onto yours, pinning you beneath him as you both tried to catch your breath.

"Am I hurting you?" he mumbled.

"No."

"Good...because I don't think I can move."

You chuckled lightly, feeling his responding chuckle rumble against your chest.

Your fingers ran through his hair, gently messaging his scalp as you held him close to you. If you were being honest, you didn't want him to move...at least not anytime soon.

After several minutes, Tyler finally pulled himself up and you grumbled softly, wishing you could hold him a little while longer.

He chuckled as he looked down at you. "I'm coming right back, sweetheart. Just gonna grab something to clean you up with."

You watched him walk to the bathroom and return moments later with a warm, wet washcloth. He was gentle as he cleaned up the mess between your legs before wiping himself off and collapsing on the bed beside you.

"C'mere," he murmured, pulling you towards him. You obliged, laying your head on his chest and letting out a happy little sigh.

Tyler smiled as he placed a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you even closer despite how hot his skin felt.

"What're we gonna tell the team?" you asked softly, unsure if you really wanted the answer.

His responding chuckle made you smile. "Pretty sure they already know, darlin'. Especially if Lily's expression when we left the bar was anything to go by."

You blushed as you looked up at him. "So you're okay with this?"

Tyler could see the flicker of worry in your eyes and he wanted to assuage it immediately. "If by this you mean, telling every single person I see that you're my girl, then yes."

It was your turn to chuckle. "I think I like that."

He smiled. "Yeah? You like being my girl?"

You pulled yourself up to kiss him sweetly. "I like it very much."

He kissed you deeply before allowing you to settle back against his chest. He knew he wouldn't mind spending every day like this for the rest of his life. In fact, he was willing to do just about anything to ensure it...and so were you.

[uchinagai]

Echoes of Us - winter

𝜗𝜚 idol!Winter x producer!reader

𝜗𝜚 synopsis : Winter just wanted a peaceful global solo debut with the help of another company, 88rising, but of course, the universe had to nerf her with worse luck, or not…

𝜗𝜚 contains : idol! winter, producer ex !reader, fem!reader, wlw, mentions of a messy break-up, kind of angsty but gets better!! um yeah idk what else to say

𝜗𝜚 w/k : 1.5k+

𝜗𝜚 a/n : English is not my first OR second language so please, ignore anything incorrect. js a random idea I wanted to write about nothing too big >.<

The conference room felt suffocating despite its size. She tapped her pen against the table—a small, futile attempt to keep calm as the 88rising team finalized her debut plans.

How long has she been wishing on this? God knows. One might say she has wanted to be solo since her debut. So having her artist name—Winter—without Aespa attached to it made her feel funny and giggly inside.

Well not for long, because not only was the producer she was assigned to unknown and hid their artist name, not even taking credit sometimes, but they were late too.

Very late.

The conference was about to end when the staff, who was sent in instead of the producer attending, got a message and looked down at the phone letting out probably the biggest sigh of relief.

“She’s gonna be in here 5 minutes, can we manage to stretch it?”

She?

Winter's manager looked down at the clock and nodded.

“We have a full day today, Minjeong has no schedules,”

It was obvious, that the person they sent in to replace her, was clueless about most of the things. She couldn’t answer anything related to the producer's working ethic and how long it would take her to finish up the project.

It was when Winter glanced towards the door when it opened, revealing a beautiful figure of a woman, in her 20s entering the room causing Winter the forget how to breathe.

Not only was the woman beautiful but also… familiar, way too familiar to her liking.

As she sat down next to her replacement, also across from Winter, the girl almost felt nauseous.

The familiar scent hitting her nose brought back many memories, such as holding and kissing a person with this scent.

As the person across her settled down on the chair, taking off the cap, Minjeong heard a small *click* in her head, putting everything together.

She wasn’t just gonna work with anybody, she was gonna work with y/n l/n.

The ex.

Well, how did this all begin??

Let’s divide winter's 4 years of training into three parts.

Two years of being friends with y/n

Almost dating y/n for two years

y/n l/n vanishing from her life without a word.

y/n managed to erase herself from Minjeongs life like she never existed, if the rest of the Aespa didn’t know y/n personally they would think Minjeong was crazy and making up lies about her imaginary girlfriend that made her life worth it all.

It’s been 4 years now, and has the younger one moved on? She thought she did before seeing the girl appear right in front of her like they spoke just yesterday, all chill and relaxed. 

Did she plan this all out? Just reappearing into her life as her producer four years later after being ghosted?

Blonde felt sick to her stomach, everything was coming back to her and all she could do was stare at the girl in front of her, frozen.

As the staff finally managed to give y/n all the information she missed, she looked across her table, seeing the stunned girl in front of her.

“Minjeong?”

The same sweetness filled with worry rang Winter back to reality as she shook her head a little, maybe she was imagining it all, but no. The girl in front of her stayed at the same spot, looking at her with worry.

As much as she was happy seeing her, she felt just as sick and disgusted.

“I-i can’t–” is all she could mutter out before storming out of that room where barely any natural light setting in.

Older watched her storm off as she sighed and excused herself calmly getting up from the chair.

Y/n knew the SM building well enough to know where the shorter girl would run off, so calmly, she approached the bathrooms on the 4th floor, which in winter's words were the cleanest ones.

Knock once. Twice. No response.

The door was unlocked so y/n let herself into a sight of winter leaning onto the sink, water on. Face visibly wet which meant she splashed herself with it.

“No hello?”

“Don’t bullshit me y/n”

“Woah sorry me, trying to lighten the mood up”

“Lighten the mood? You’re four years late for that.”

“Still sassy as ever, hm?”

“What do you want? Did you take onto this job on purpose to make it a living hell y/n?”

“I took on a job offer from SM ent. For Winter of Aespa because I missed Minjeong.”

She shorter one bit on her lower lip, suppressing a smile, why was she folding so easily to someone that ghosted her for four years? She didn’t know. 

Winter removed her hands from the sink and approached the taller one, keeping a distance.

“Missed Minjeong so bad that you couldn’t think of a reply to her countless messages for four fucking years, l/n?”

“Guess you can say that,” Producer shrugged leaning against the door frame with a smirk as the idol scoffed at her audacity.

“Don’t bullshit me”

“Fine, then let’s say your company knew our little relationship, didn’t want me to debut with you guys and I didn’t wanna debut either so we came to a mutual agreement.”

Winter couldn’t believe her ears. She knew y/n like the back of her hand and she could always tell if she was lying by the way she avoided eye contact, or how she fidgeted with her hair or body part, but this time it was none.

“So that’s it then? I was just a ‘mutual agreement’ for you?”

y/n reached out her hand, trying to run her hand through blonde hair, like she would when Winter needed comfort after a long day of training. But she was four years late to comfort her, four years late to tell her ‘you can do this’, so of course, the idol refused and slapped her hand away.

“Hey now,”

“No, y/n. You can’t just show up in my life that I worked so hard to build and keep it after you just..-” she was tearing up, the lump in her throat was holding her back. y/n always knew how to crumble the walls she built. Like when y/n just effortlessly got a confession out of her and started dating just like that. Her wall was long crumbled when she breathed her scent after four years.

“I get it Minjeong, I do, why do you think I kept my name hidden all this time? Because I wanted to be ‘mysterious’? Bullshit. It was the only way SM would take me, not knowing me. The 88rising team has been going feral, trying to secretly set up a collab with you for me.-”

All Minjeong could do was watch the way y/n moved her lips up to her eyes, searching for a small bit of lie for her to point out and call her a liar but she couldn’t, older was sincere, which broke her even more.

“--I’m sorry for leaving you in this cruel industry, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me the most!”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Wha-”

And she felt the familiar cherry-flavored lips mixed with salty tears land on hers, shutting her instantly.

Winter’s lips moved against hers with an urgency that wasn’t just longing—it was pain, anger, and frustration all tangled together. It didn’t feel like out of love to y/n, but it didn’t matter her Minjeong was kissing her.

But as much as she wanted to melt into the kiss, into her, Y/n pulled back gently, resting her forehead against Winter’s. Her breath came out shaky as she whispered, “Jeongie…”

The younger girl opened her eyes, her gaze locking with Y/n’s. They were glassy and red, but there was still fire in them. “Don’t. Don’t say my name like that. Like you still care.”

Older wrapped her arm around her, resting her head now onto her shoulder, snuggling to her like a leach as younger didn’t pull her away, and going as far as wrapping her arms around her neck securing her.

“You know I do, Jeongie… I always cared,” she mumbled against the singer's neck.

“You wouldn’t leave me like that if you did, y/n…”

“Jeongie, you had your dreams and I was gonna hold you back, you know it. I was gonna hold back the star that shines on the stage today and I didn’t want that,”

Winter couldn’t think of anything. She was too drunk to hold her close, so she closed her eyes. So they stayed like this for a while, enjoying each other's embrace after four years of longing.

“You missed me, hm?”

“Missing you doesn’t mean I forgive you, y/n l/n,” Said the shorter one and pulled away from her, while keeping her hands on her shoulders.

“Tomorrow, don’t forget, we still have music to make,”

She said with a giggle and just ran out of the bathroom, causing y/n to laugh at her childish behavior.

“Jeongie!!” the producer chased after her as their running and laughter filled the SM ent building hallways, just like the old days.

Maybe there was still hope…

[97keanu]

Premise: It’s holiday break at the college, and Kevin Lomax is still working hard away at the library. You just so happen to be his good girl librarian that he’s been trying to get into bed for a while…

Tags/CW: college au, college!kevin lomax, younger!kevin lomax, good girl!reader, corruption kink, smut, p in v, oral f recieving, religious guilt mentions, angel x demon dynamics, Kevin is a sexy southern boy as always, reader is a nerdy bookworm that he’s been waiting to corrupt <3

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Hey guys! This was a prompt from one of our secret Santa participants, I hope I did your idea justice @bloodydragam and that you enjoy the fic! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

His hands engulf every page he holds to the low light, his glasses concealing his dark eyes from you, the sound of wind whipping against the windows as they frost over from the storm. You’ve been noticing him around here, how he comes to the archives to study old case files nearly every night, and you patiently wait for him to be satisfied before locking up the library for the night. You didn’t have to. You could kick him out, tell him it’s past time that he got up and got back to his dorm room for the night, but you could never bring yourself to do such a thing. Watching him had become quite the past time for you, and you couldn’t help but feel that familiar flutter and swoon in your chest when he walked by, sleeves rolled up so you can see his forearms flex as they carry back another box of files to replace with a new one. You blush at the thought of those arms around you.

You watch from the circulation desk, his jaw flexing and his unoccupied hand trying to keep his head upright despite his eyelids growing heavy, those long dark lashes of his softly closing and opening over and over. He seems particularly frustrated tonight, a grit in his teeth and a sigh in his chest, glasses off, eyes rubbed, reach for a new file, repeat.

His hand reaches over now, grabbing into the box to find that there are no more files to be had. Defeat only passes over him for a few seconds before he’s forcing his tired legs to bring him upright, so tall and handsome he looks as he walks over to you now, those muscular arms still flexing in that perfect way that drove you crazy. His shoes, a surprising feature of the mystery law student that’s been haunting your library for the past few moments, are snakeskin cowboy boots, shiny steel on the toe that clicks when he walks, letting you know that he’s ready to return yet another box.

“Here late again, Kevin?” You say gently pulling the box towards yourself over the counter, secretly anxious to be speaking to him at all. ”Isn’t everyone else off for holiday?”

He never fails to give you attention when you seek it. You would think that a man like him, so put together, so handsome, wouldn’t give a little mousy library aide such as yourself the time of day. It didn’t help that you were only here for a liberal arts degree, nothing as fancy or becoming as a defense attorney in training. Plus, he was so much older than you, almost finished with the program while you were barely starting your second of four years. And yet, when you look him in the eye, he looks back softly, a sly smile on his mouth as he speaks with that husky southern accent of his.

“Of course, darlin’, how else am I gonna be the best lawyer in the world if I don’t study up?” He’s leaning against the counter now, those dark eyes of his seeming to eat up every bit of blush that comes to your cheeks when he speaks to you.

You open your mouth to respond, but find yourself tongue tied, playing with the cross on the chain of your necklace as a nervous habit instead. He takes in stride, never making you feel like you lack.

“Though, I suppose,” He says softly as a sigh, eyes wandering from yours down to where your hands nervously play above your chest. “It must be pretty late for you, and the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.”

You look out the window as he says this, and watch as thick, fluffy flakes of snow fall, the street lights out there a flurry of wind and cold. You usually walk back to your dorm, but now you consider your options carefully.

“Will you have a problem getting home safe tonight?” He tilts his head, and for all the world you can’t come up with a socially acceptable lie.

“Um, I might,” You bite your lip, and look down, spreading your long skirt out on your lap to avoid those tempting eyes of his. “Perhaps I’ll stay here for the night…”

“My dorms just across the street,” Your eyes watch his lips as he speaks every syllable, and you know that you won’t be able to resist him if he says it. “I would hate to see you staying here all by yourself tonight…”

You blink, knowing better, knowing your parents sent you off to college to get an education and nothing else. No boys, no temptation, being a good Christian girl like you were always taught to be. But here he is, eyes taking in your body as his Christmas dinner, ready to devour you whole as soon as you give him the go.

“Wh-what are you saying, Kevin?” You tuck your hair behind your ear and look away to the window again, the desolate snow out there left untrodden for hours now.

“I’m saying, darlin’,” He leans in over the counter, his hand, his lovely, warm, gentle hand brushing against your jaw until he reaches your chin, tilting it so your eyes come back to him. “I’d like to take you home if that’s alright with you…”

————

His mouth is on your neck, his breath hot, his skin smooth. His hair smells like pine and mahogany, cinnamon spice and bourbon cologne. His bed feels like a million miles from everything, a place you’re sunk into, unable to fight the tide of his bedsheets if you tried. You are completely at his mercy, every button he pops on your shirt another reminder of your inhibitions disappearing, another inch that he takes a mile with, his rough palms under your shirt now, grasping, prying, playing…

He eats up every one of your moans with kisses, taking so much enjoyment in the fact that he can do this to you, that he’s been planning this from the moment you gave him his first box of files, that shy smile and blush on your cheeks, such a good girl that he can pratically see your halo above your head when he speaks to you. God, he’s been waiting for this, he’s been waiting to take that halo down and set it on the night stand while he fucks you until all you can do is moan his name.

Kevin takes his time, takes each piece of your clothing, of you, off one by one, using his teeth to pull those lacy white panties off before he can finally get to what he’s been dreaming about. He splits your legs open, his mouth playing with you there until your back his arched, your hands in his slicked back hair, causing a mess there the way he causes a mess of you. You let his taste you as deeply and as long as he desires, and you try not to let the weight of the cross between your breasts cause too much guilt in all this pleasure you’re receiving.

His mouth tastes of you when he kisses you, when he kisses down your neck, when he takes that gold cross between his teeth and rips it off with one quick move.

“Let’s let God look away tonight, darlin’.” You swoon, you let him destroy you, let him corrupt you into something that will not go back into the same shape when he’s done.

You let him fill you up to the brim with his thick cock, give him every last shaking breath as you look into those deep eyes of his in the darkness, and you know that you’ve gone to far, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters right now is how good it feels when he bucks his hips into you just a little faster, just a little harder.

“Touch yourself, baby…” He whispers to you like a prayer. “You know how to do that? Can you do that for me, baby?”

You snake your hand between your legs, you’ve stolen yourself away like this before, when you were all alone in your little dorm room and thinking of him.

“That’s it, keep doing that, I want you to feel real good, okay?” He instructs softly.

You let yourself unravel, unwind with his cock between your legs and your hand desperately edging yourself closer and closer.

“Cum for me, darlin’…” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he gets deeper and deeper with this new angle. “I won’t cum until you’re done, promise…”

You feel yourself begin to fall over the edge, your legs shaking, your moans louder than you thought possible. Your tight little cunt clenches even tighter, making it so hard for him to keep his promise. He grits his teeth the same way he always does, holding himself back as best he can.

You call his name as you let go, cumming on his cock as he drills into you over and over, your ecstasy pounding through you in waves that you ride until the very end, his cock getting harder, until he follows you, bucking and filling you up with his warm wet seed.

By the time he collapses into you, you’re a mess of bedsheets and a girl come undone by someone who has no intentions of seeing you as anything but another conquest. But God…this feeling of him against your chest, the low light creating shadows that play on the wall as snow takes hold of the quiet world outside, then maybe, just maybe, it was worth it to be fucked by Kevin Lomax.

[queenbrucewayne]

Barley Noticed

A/n: this was lowkey inspired by the anime Spy X family, if you couldn’t catch it. Lol.

"Hey Y/n, do you mind running this upstairs? I gotta get a few things finished before the next conference meeting."

Y/n glanced up to see her coworker holding out a thick yellow envelope, most likely all the report sheets from this past week stuffed inside.

"Yeah, I can do that." Getting up, she walked over to grab the envelope. "Where exactly is this going?"

"Floor 83, Craig who runs some of charity planning will get it, you can just leave it on his desk. Thanks." Her coworker turned around but abruptly stopped himself. "Hey! The team and I were going to go out to drink tonight, you wanna come?"

Y/n smiled, shaking her head. "I would, but I think I'll just head home tonight."

"On a Friday night? oh common Y/n..." He teased, "you reject us every weekend."

"It's just not my scene, maybe next time!" Y/n walked a little bit faster towards the elevator. The doors opened and she stepped right inside.

"You say that every weekend!" He called out, shaking his head smiling, she watched as he turned his chair around back towards his desk.

Sighing in relief, she leaned back against the elevator wall. The whole floor she worked with had been trying to get her out since she started working 6 months ago. The night life of drinking and dancing in clubs and bars just wasn't her scene. It probably would’ve been a great way to get to know her coworkers better, but staying in the shadows and background was where she felt most comfortable. She was hardly noticed most of the time, and she was quiet on her feet. Most women who worked here would wear heels that could be heard from down the halls, Y/n on the other hand would softly walk with her flats that had a very comfortable bottom and could hardly ever be heard. She already has a quiet and soft presence. Unless she spoke up, most people would never notice her there. That was exactly how she liked it.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened, she stepped out and walked over to the front desk of the floor. A sweet looking girl was sitting down and focusing on whatever was on her computer.

"Hi, I'm supposed to drop this off on Craigs desk, do you know which one is his?" Y/n asked. The girl glanced up at her.

"Oh, go down this hallway and take a right, his names on the front door, he isn't there right now, but the doors open, he doesn't lock it unless he's gone home." She pointed in the direction down the hallway.

"Thank you." Y/n smiled and the girl nodded, going back to her computer.

This floor was pretty open, lots of huge windows and natural light. Instead of individual desks, there was long tables with tons of chairs around them, picture boards of all the past charities in the past with some of the biggest donations hanging on the walls.

Y/n turned a corner and there was indeed an office with Craigs name on it, the door was open but nobody was inside. Y/n set the yellow envelope down on his desk and turned back around to leave.

She was about to pass the front desk again when she saw two men who were there now in a conversation with the girl. Both men were in nice suits, one had blonde hair with a comb over, the other one had black hair, slicked back smoothly. She was gonna wave bye to the front office girl but didn't wanna interrupt their conversation.

Walking behind the the man with black hair, she slipped pass him, making her way to the elevator she pressed the button, waiting patiently for it to arrive.

Y/n stood there for a few minutes when she started to feel a little uneasy, like someone was watching her. She glanced over to catch the man with black hair staring intently at her. He was leaning against the desk with one arm, his gaze completely on her, even with the blonde man standing next to him talking he didn’t break away.

She looked back to the elevator, trying to ignore him. Shifting her feet side to side she felt anxious as the elevator seemed to feel like it was slower then ever. When the ding finally came, she couldn’t help but sigh in relief as the doors opened. Passing the few people who came out she slipped inside, quickly pressing her floor number.

The doors began to close, but halted as a shiny black dress shoe stood between the doors. Y/n felt herself breathe in deeply as the elevator doors opened and the man from before stood before her, a smile on his face.

Y/n took a step to the right as he came in and stood next her. There was something unnerving about his smile. It was friendly, but seemed to hold something else behind it. She didn’t know what, but she wanted nothing more then to get to her floor.

The doors closed and they began their decent. Guess he was going to the same floor since he hadn’t pressed another button, great…

“I don’t remember these things being so slow.”

Y/n smiled to herself, she thought so too, but probably not for the same reason.

The man looked over to her, holding his hand out, “Bruce Wayne. I haven’t seen you around before, have you just started?”

Y/n cursed in her head, that’s why he looked so familiar. He was her boss. She turned to him, “Yeah, about 6 months ago.” Shaking his hand gently.

Something about what she just said must have caught Bruce off guard, she swore she saw his smile fall slightly.

“Well pleasure to meet you, hope you’re liking it here so far.” Bruce leaned back, putting both his hands in his pockets.

“I do, everyone has been very nice and helpful. Its actually been a lot easier to come in new as I thought it was going to be.” Y/n smiled, looking up at him she caught he was already staring at her back. His eyes held some bit of curiosity….or confusion? Like he was studying her and having trouble understanding the problem.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, jumping slightly, she tugged some fallen hair behind her ear as she made her exit.

Turning back around, noticing he hadn’t moved from his spot, his arms crossed as he was leaned up against the wall. Before she could say something, the doors closed and she watched him put up a hand goodbye as both doors shut him inside.

Looking up, Y/n saw the elevator floor number changed to the top floor of the building, most likely his office.

So, he purposely stopped the elevator to get inside and follow her to the area she worked? Why? What could she have done to promote him to do that? Whatever it was left Y/n confused, and she would probably be thinking about it the rest of the day.

Meanwhile, Bruce leaned against the elevator wall, thinking hard about the whole thing.

He hadn’t even felt her pass him, she was quiet and made almost to no sound walking by him. It was hard to get by him without him noticing, he thought he was starting to slip up, that he kept his guard down too much.

When he finally noticed someone was waiting on the elevator, he was taken back to see her standing there, as if she appeared from thin air. Curiosity got the best of him and he quickly said a quick goodbye to his employees he was chatting with and followed her.

He was even more surprised to find out she had been here 6 months. He was always checking in new employees, or making an effort to talk to as many as he would pass by outside of conference room meetings. Not once had she come across his radar, and maybe that would’ve been normal for as many people worked for him but no longer then 2 months without him leaning a name.

She was a ghost, a presence that was barley noticeable unless you tried hard enough. It definitely left Bruce with more questions then answers, and he would be getting those answers soon.

Despite what caught his attention about her lack of presence, it definitely gave Bruce a feeling of calmness talking to her, as opposed to the high energy and over enthusiastic conversations he was used to getting from his employees. He felt almost at lease, relaxed even.

And that feeling definitely was worth getting again.

[swati-art]

A bat with a... bat?

[pepperpixel]

I haven’t posted art in forever, (I am currently working on art tho!! It’s just taking me a bit cuz.. job..) but! But… what about if instead of the art u guys came here for. I instead posted pictures of the cool lil outfits I’ve been wearing recently that im rlly proud of… what about that???

[angels-heap]

Hi, I'm back from the dead! (For approximately 28 more hours. Don't get a job, kids. Whole day I'm fucking busy, only get few money.)

Question for the void: If I were to hypothetically post the first chapter of a 5-6 chapter fic this week, knowing that it will probably be updated on my usual schedule (approximately 1.25 chapters per year), would y'all throw rocks at me?

[flufflecat]

More effigy progress

[phagodyke]

hour and a half unpaid overtime I think that's a new record for me. on a day where I was supposed to have no overtime no less. funny how I only have 3 of those this month and the 2 so far I've had to work overtime anyway 👍

[risingsunresistance]

big drawing on tablet is so scary... precise things on here feel so much harder bc my movement is so much more restricted. i cant pinch and rotate and zoom in freely like i could on my ipad, im pretty much restricted to preset rotation modes (as far as i can tell) and preset zooms (again, as far as i can tell)

[dreamyprinx]

I bring to you, actual art but it’s me trying to replicate my friend @spaceshmuck’s art style

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[volivolition]

Idk if you saw or not but a new chapter of the fury of a shattered mirror dropped last night! I haven’t read it yet but I thought I should let you know 😎👍

awughgh HELL YEAH!! ive been away from my laptop for a while so i didnt see, thank you birdy!! :] this is the best news ive had all day hkjgh <33 excited very excited going to read it now <33