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cebwrites · 10 months

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touch headcanons (Law)

a/n: i'm in a little bit of a dry spell atm, but here's something soft of the boys i couldn't quite shake because personal writing usually helps with writing in general <3

oc x canon, they/he law word count: 1.1k

Kirin always knows which one of his partners is coming up behind him, aside from footsteps, because Reiji always holds him starting from the waist, moving to the front, and Law's hands always start from his neck and shoulders before slowly trailing down his back

That, and the height difference or different perfumes/body wash usually make it pretty easy to tell - smelling his own or one of the other's scents on the other partner does make his heart skip a little beat, though, he'd have to admit

Law and Reiji don't need to guess but they have grown accustomed to how Kirin greets them from the back - head first, either forehead against Law's shoulder or chin on the top of Reiji's head before he eventually buries his face into their napes, like he always does

Law isn't keen on physical affection at first, hiding their love away behind the confines of closed doors to not draw the attention of anyone willing to exploit that weak point or the eyes of teasing crew mates; now, while not near the level of idealistic romantism his partner gives out freely, Law is comfortable at least resting a hand on Kirin's lap during a meeting or dinner between crews without working themself into an internal tizzy over it

Kirin wasn't always as comfortable with open, almost nauseatingly saccharine public affection as he is in the present - he'd keep it chaste was small kisses on the backs of his partner's hands and pretend nothing of it, even though internally he was screaming; it takes him linking up with Reiji and the comfort of his casual affection, that Kirin learns to loosen up a bit and eventually turn into the flagrantly mushy love-bunny he is today

Reiji isn't as partial to huge romantic gestures, load declarations of "I love yous" like he'd hear in passing when in proximity of the Strawhats and their eccentric cook, but he isn't quite as shy or easy to fluster as their own sniper around pretty women; what he is, however, is self assured - his supporting hand on Kirin's back while helps Reiji stir the stew for the crew's dinner, that same hand cupping his cheek and thumb tears away in times of emotion vulnerability or get between Law and Rio's many petty squabbles

Reiji stands firm in all of this and his comfort reflects that - tender and kind, but not to be taken advantage of - overall though, he doesn't seem like he'd fall into a pile of woe if some arbitrary "kiss quota" for the day wasn't met, unlike his oh so dramatic childhood friend-turned-lover/captain

Kirin kisses his partners on the backs of their hands often like he used to but a lot more openly, supposed Casanova that he is, Law kisses him on the neck when they know they can get away with it, to hear the sweet whine in his sigh that follows, and Reiji keeps it somewhat classy with smooches on the cheek - though they rarely stay as just cheek kisses as the day continues, especially as his captain reciprocates

Sometimes Kirin pulls out the old hand kiss trick to be cute and attempt to weasel his way out of trouble - it doesn't always work, especially (surprisingly) with Reiji, and when it doesn't it typically ends with his face being grabbed by said hand while Kirin mumbles a muffled apology behind it

Occasionally, when the gravitational pull of a cozy cuddle pile has weakened everyone's defenses, Law will nuzzle their head into the crook of Reiji's neck or his cheek and Reiji gives them a little kiss on the top of head in return; Law finds it easier to be affection with Reiji when he's in either of his lupine forms, on two legs or four, for whatever reason - maybe it's the fact that all that soft fur reminds them of Bepo and Law's brain lets them soften up a bit with someone who isn't quite his partner, but someone important to the man who is entangled with Law like that all the same

Reiji has mentioned them every now and again, that they don't have to force themself into engaging like this if they don't really want to, but in earnest Law responds every time that if they didn't want to, they wouldn't - they're also rewarded with a smile, a little kiss on the cheek, and a touch that lingers every time

Frankly whenever they're reminded of how he can still feel Reiji's hand slide down their arm hours later, Law thinks that well, they're not exactly unromantic once a blue moon, either

Kirin absolutely leans into his lovers' touch whenever they take the time out of their day to help him with his hair - Reiji, practiced hands combing through it like he has almost every day for the past five years, talking in hushed tones with his captain at the end of the day or whispering his love for him in the morning as they rose for the day with the sun; Kirin's beloved sun - Recchan

And Law, although they've never showed any particularly large leaps or bounds of improvement since their first attempt three years ago at the beginning of their relationship, they tried their best and the motions seemed to bring some sense of comfort to them, a passing mention of how Law used to do this for their younger sister that Kirin never forgot about; and though they still caught the comb on tangles here and there or tied lopsided ponytails Kirin wouldn't trade this quite time basking in Law's focused cute expression in the mirror for the world

Kirin loves being touchy with his partners, almost shamelessly so, but there's little else that gives him as much joy as just laying in bed with them in just a pairs trousers with varying lengths so he can feel his skin against theirs

Kirin makes a habit of kissing every visible tattoo Law has out, and like this he can kiss even more of them, but he especially laying his head on their lap and kissing their happy trail so he can see all the kinds of cute expressions Law would otherwise try to hide - with Reiji, well he's just Kirin's personal teddy bear to love and cuddle, isn't he?

Bepo notwithstanding even as darling as he is, because Kirin doesn't hold that cute bear like he holds Recchan - no, the way he holds his angel is all too tender, all to loving, eyes full of adoration like no written love poem or painted illustration could ever describe, before he ruins it by blowing a raspberry on Reiji's tummy and getting chased off him, but worth it <3

#cebwrites #one piece #trafalgar law #one piece law #op law #lawrin #rekilaw #they/he trafalgar law #one piece fluff #they're so soft your honor #i'm lobe them <333 #sobbing uncontrollably #la vie en rose strikes again

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raamyun-and-rambles · 4 years

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Musings of an Alchemist’s Lover

Fandom: Genshin Impact Pairing: Albedo x Reader Summary: Maybe you had a third eye somewhere you didn't know of, a horn that's grown out of you without you noticing or a tail that flicks behind you whenever you weren't looking. Whatever it was, certainly there had to be something noticeably different about you that attracted the alchemist's attention and your curiosity allowed your mind to wander.

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Holding Albedo's attention for more than a few seconds was no easy feat.

Unless it was a topic that tickled his fancy or something of utmost urgence, Albedo would most likely only regard the unfortunate soul with a disgruntled hum, tuning out most of their words until he manages to somewhat catch onto the main gist of their spiel. He doesn't even do anything to hide his disinterest, eyes immediately finding purchase on anything else but the speaker in front of them, musing theories to himself that he'd sometimes let slip into a whisper. This certain trait of his has definitely gotten him into trouble more than a couple of times but Albedo could hardly care. Surely discovering the world's secrets is more important than helping the Knights look for Margaret's lost cat for the umpteenth now right?

Despite being Mondstadt's favorite person and with a reputation that precedes him, Albedo was surprisingly anti-social. He had little to no regards for social interaction and this is further proved when he made himself a makeshift laboratory in one of Dragonspine's cave.

It was quiet, deserted and had almost everything he needed for his studies. If he ever ran out of supplies then he'd be able to call for either Sucrose or Timaeus - or go down the mountain himself to make sure he'll stock up with more than the amount he needs so he can hole himself up for a couple of weeks on end. The scenery was an added bonus, if the amount of sketches he's made was anything to go by, it was safe to say that Albedo liked it as well. Thick snow carpeted the floor as far as the eye can go and streams glimmered under the light of the morning sun. The air was crisp and chilly, it nipped at his nose and made his cheeks burn red, but his cave offered a comforting warmth once he's sank in front of the hearth, nursing a cup of tea or hot chocolate.

Albedo was many things, that much you could tell.

A genius, an alchemical prodigy, a leader, a brother - and most surprisingly, even to yourself - your lover.

To be fairly honest you weren't entirely sure what it was that attracted the Chief Alchemist of the Knights to your side. You were hardly anyone special after all, simply just one of Lisa's many acquaintances who spends one too many hours in the library. You were of average height and build, with a face that you could only describe as forgettable. Neither you nor your parents were well-known within the walls of the city of freedom and you lived a mostly mundane routinary life as a baker until Klee had bounded into your humble store one rainy evening, soaked to the bone and sneezing from the cold. The poor thing was shivering and had asked to take shelter from the pouring rain. You didn't have the heart to turn her away and you were more than just a little familiar about the stories of Mond's most adorable but destructive spark knight. You allowed her into your home, giving her a fresh towel to pat herself dry and a cup of hot milk and freshly baked cookies. The child bounced in glee, thanking you and happily accepting the treats with a smile that could part the skies to make way for the rays of sun. You allowed her to phone her guardian after she had finished eating and you kept her company throughout the entire wait. You turned your attention away from Klee the moment the store bell rang and your (e/c) eyes had immediately met with bright turquoise irises.

"Thank you for taking care of her." Albedo said as he knelt down to assist Klee with wearing her infamous bright red coat and adjusted her mushroom hat so it sat snugly atop her head.

"It's no problem at all, she was lovely company. I'd be delighted to have her around again every once in a while." You chuckled, remembering how she had praised the treats you made for her.

"Albedo onii-chan Albedo onii-chan!" The spark knight excitedly exclaimed, tugging on his hand with each call of his name. "______ makes the best sweets! Her cookies are really good and the bread she makes are really fluffy! She let me help her mix the dough earlier and-"

"How about you tell me all about it when we get home Klee? It's late and I'm sure ______ has to close up shop soon."

Klee deflated a bit but was quick to understand, she turned to you immediately after and flashed you another bright smile.

"Thank you for today ______ nee-chan, Klee will come back to visit another time!"

You smiled at her enthusiasm and you couldn't resist the urge to pat her on the head.

"I'll be waiting for you here then."

Albedo stood up after the exchange and finally regarded you with his attention. "We'll be off then, have a lovely evening miss ______."

"And to you too sir Kreideprinz."

You watch them walk off down the cobbled street, Klee's joyous laughter and excited chatter filling the air despite the pattering of rain against your roof. They took a turn around the corner and disappeared from your view. A small smile tugs on your features and you immediately set to work with locking up the store for the night.

Klee had started coming over more often after that night, mostly dropping by before you close while she waited for Albedo to finish work. It was no surprise that Klee often talked fondly about her big brother, praising him and telling you stories you haven't heard from any of the other residents of Mond while you prepared for tomorrow's next batch of goods. Albedo seemed like a very busy man from the way Klee tells her stories but he always seemed to make time to pick her up, oftentimes buying some bread and sweets before leaving.

It surprised you a little when he admitted he enjoyed having something sweet while he worked. Albedo insisted that it was because it gave him a considerable boost of energy but a part of you thinks it could just be because he had a sweet tooth he just wasn't aware of.

Needless to say it was due to that chance encounter with Klee that had allowed you to meet the chief alchemist himself and your relationship had only continued to bloom from there.

He was - in simple terms - wonderful.

An eccentric, true, but wonderful nonetheless and you never would have guessed that you'd ever end up as his lover nor did you ever imagine you'd be holding him in your arms, sleep slowly overtaking him as you gently ran your fingers through soft platinum locks - much like the lazy morning you were both sharing right now.

Albedo had come home at almost 3 in the morning the other night, with a throbbing headache and eyes that almost refused to open from drowse. He had pulled all-nighters for several days now, refusing to leave his lab for even a moment as he fully threw himself into his work. Nothing could ever stop him when he was in such a state, filled with elation at the mere prospect of a new discovery. It was a side of him that you admired as much as you found it problematic, it was amazing how he could wholly dedicate all his time, effort and energy towards his research but it was a definitely a point of worry that he'd also forget how to take care of himself. The alchemist immediately headed to your shared bedroom, dragging his feet across the floor while he shed himself of his coat, letting out a long yawn before heaving himself onto the mattress' soft comfort. You stirred from your sleep as the bed dipped and knowing it couldn't possibly be anyone else other than Albedo, you immediately rolled to your side and wrapped your arms around his middle, nuzzling into his warmth as his arms found themselves around you to return your embrace. There was an exchange of sleepy mumbles before you both immediately fell back into sleep.

You smile a little bit at the memory, humming softly as you continue to softly card your fingers through his hair. It was more than just a little past the time you both usually woke, but you'll allow it for now. Surely the people could wait a couple hours more for their morning bread and the knights can surely make do without the Chief Alchemist for a moment longer. So long as Albedo was getting the rest he needed you figured a lazy morning in would be alright every once in a while especially after the sleepless hectic nights he had the past few days. The peaceful expression on his face immediately filled you with relief.

"Albedo?" You whispered, afraid you'd break the serenity of the morning.

The alchemist responded with a sleepy hum, lifting his head so he could look at you as his long lashes fluttered open.

A smile tugged at your lips at his sleepy visage before you gently pressed a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you."

He gives you a sleepy smile of his own, heart swelling at the affection before nuzzling back into the crook of your neck.

"I love you too."

His lips brushed against your pulse as he spoke and his breath tickled against your skin, feeling a little playful, you then decided to ask.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

A question you've always been meaning to ask, brought about by a sudden spur of confidence.

"Because meine liebe," Albedo starts, once again pulling himself away from your warmth to hold you with his gaze - you once again think to yourself that his eyes has the most beautiful shade of green - "I love you simply because you are you."

"You're certain it's not because I have a third eye hidden away somewhere or some freaky mutation I somehow have no knowledge of?"

Albedo chuckled lightly.

"Certainly not love, and I'm sure if you do I wouldn't be the only one to take notice of it."

You hum, convinced and resumed patting his hair.

The alchemist assumed his earlier position and sank further into your embrace.

"Besides," he murmured, sleep lacing his words,

"I think you're wonderful just the way you are."

#genshin impact #genshin impact albedo #albedo #genshin impact fanfiction #reader insert #reader #albedo x reader #not beta read my bad lmao

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pascalpanic · 4 years

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Blood, Sweat, and Tears (Javier Peña x f!Reader)- Chapter Nine

Summary: Javier struggles in the hospital, but some of the symptoms are more somatic than physiological. He’s released, and the two of you have your first official date.

W/C: 4.2k (it just keeps getting longer... chapter 10 is 6k+)

Warnings: language, mentions of injuries, Javier used to be an asshole but he’s baby now, some innuendo/sexual flirting, brief mentions of food and alcohol

A/N: This chapter was actually hard to write! I had clear visions for 8 and 10 but didn’t have one for nine. Nevertheless, I really liked the way this turned out! I’ll post some sappy shit with chapter 10 but please know I love u all for reading and sticking around- it makes my little heart so happy that u guys love these two like I do <3

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Sleep is not easy when you have a massive stab wound in your abdomen. Javier hardly slept to begin with, but this makes it even harder. You tried offering sedatives but he harshly refused. You ordered dark and quiet for his room, but his sleep schedule was so helter-skelter before the accident that it was of no use to even try to fix it now. He can’t adapt when he’s not even in his own bed, he argues with you. Too damn bad, you tell him in return.

The only time Javier could sleep, it seems, is with you in the room. Specifically, in his arms.

It’s not that he thinks he’s unsafe. Hell, a hospital is the safest place he can be. It’s not that he fears passing in his sleep; he knows he won’t bleed out at this point. No, he just can’t sleep unless he has the comfort of a warm body wrapped up next to him. Specifically, the woman he loves.

You stand in the doorway with your hands on your hips. “Javier. I’m working.”

“This is specialized therapy for a patient,” he offers, persuasive as ever.

“I can and will get the opiates,” you threaten. “You can’t stay awake forever, and we both know that.”

“Ángel. I just… need the security.” He looks desperate. His eyes are tired. He’s slept very little in the past few days, leaving him agitated and restless. “The only time I’ve slept well in here was when you were with me.”

You pout a little. It’s adorable, you must admit, and most of all, it’s true. You and other nurses have been catering to him around the clock, since he only sleeps an hour here or there.

Sighing, you look at him. Your eyes are tired too. You’ve slept only when he sleeps, which is barely anything. You’re working on the floor or in his room with him. “Let me go talk with Connie, cariño. I’ll see what I can do.”

You walk into the break room with tired eyes. “Listen, ladies.” Both Connie and Lorena are sitting at a table, eating something. “Javier isn’t sleeping. He asked for me to stay in there with him to get some rest. It’s the only way it’s helped so far. Would you two cover my rotation? Just for tonight?”

Lorena’s large eyes sadden, and she nods. “Por supuesto. Anything you need, love.”

Connie’s not as enthused, but she nods. “You’re lucky this floor is dead empty.” It’s all too easy to imagine this was happening to Steve instead of Javi. That’s what makes her cave.

You sigh in relief. You take a quick shower then return to Javier’s room in a pair of clean scrubs. He smiles a little. “Hey.”

“Hi. You hungry?” You ask, walking to his bedside and taking his hand.

He shakes his head. “Just tired.”

You smile softly. “Well, you’re in luck. Connie and Lorena are angels.”

“No, you’re my angel,” he says with a teasing smile on his face.

“Well they’re mine. You’re the devil on my shoulder,” you laugh quietly and sit on the edge of his bed. He chuckles and pulls you into him, and you snuggle in against him, your eyes slipping shut. He murmurs affirmations of his love for you into your hair as he falls asleep.

And that’s how Javier sleeps for the next few nights. Bits and pieces during the day, but only restfully when you’re in his arms.

The rest of Javier’s stay in the hospital is uneventful. He’s a model patient for you and the other women. He apologizes to Lorena for his outburst under the influence too.

“Ángel,” Javier calls as you try to leave the bed and takes your hand.

“Yeah, cariño?” You ask and sit on the edge of his bed, pushing his dark hair from his forehead. The name makes him feel warm and tingly inside. Pet names from women who mean it are all too rare to him.

“I… should tell you about Lorraine.”

“You don’t have to, Javi,” you shake your head and cup his face softly.

“No, I really should,” he protests, and you nod.

“She was my high school sweetheart. We both went to college and came back and fell in love again.” You nod along to the story, watching his facial expressions. He looks far away, like his mind is back in Laredo. “We were engaged. I proposed and everything, did the whole damn thing.”

“What happened?” You ask softly.

His eyes don’t meet yours. “I got cold feet. I… left her at the altar,” he admits. He’s terrified you’ll run out the door now. It’s not an easy decision, to run away from a life you’re about to lead. It’s even worse when you know what that whole church, full of people, will think. But he did it anyway, and he’s scared you’ll never look at him the same way.

You swallow hard. It’s not what you’re expecting him to say, but you have to admit that it does sound in-character for the man. “And how long ago was that, Javi?”

He looks back up at you. “Jesus. 15 years now maybe.”

You nod, giving him a gentle smile. “Time changes people. You know that. I know that. Your past is the past, love.” You press a brief and sweet kiss to his lips. “I love you, Javier. Don’t you ever forget it.”

You stand and leave his room.

Goddamn, Javier thinks. You really are an angel. You must be, to have that response to what he just told you.

Several days after the injury, Javier is discharged from the hospital.

Despite his rage and arguing, the embassy refused to clear Javier for work. He was to be placed on a brief leave to heal and return when he was up to walking on his own again, without some kind of balance or assistance. Steve agreed to bring Javier some things to work on every night after returning from the office. Javier is already a restless man, and neither you nor the Murphys want to find out what happens when he’s bored all day, his best friend and his girlfriend both too busy to be around. Besides, a deep dive into some cases couldn’t hurt, he argues, and Steve relents. You and Connie take on the responsibility of checking up on him at least once a day- usually her more so than you, due to the fact that she lived directly above him- and of running any errands he may need, for things like food or medication.

As you wheel Javier from his hospital room out to the Murphys’ car, you realize you don’t have his phone number, nor does he have yours. You stop the wheelchair in the hallway and grab a pen from a nearby table. “I know it’s kind of unprofessional to give a patient my phone number,” you chuckle and squat to his seated height, “but I really think you’re cute,” you flirt as you write your phone number on his hand with a permanent marker.

You hand him the pen and Javier grins, his neatly-trimmed mustache (courtesy of Steve’s steady hands) moving with his cheeks. “You’re lucky that I think you’re cute too or I’d be telling your supervisors,” he laughs and steals a kiss before writing his phone number down on the back of your skin.

“It’s kind of weird,” you admit as the thick felt tip brushes against your skin, “that I’ve told you I love you and I don’t even know your phone number.”

Javier chuckles and caps the pen. He holds up your hand and raises an eyebrow. “Now you do.”

Three days pass, and Connie gives you updates on his condition whenever she sees you. He’s still in a lot of pain, but he’s lucky he was strong beforehand. You know that for a fact, and it hurts your heart to picture those beautiful abs you caught a glimpse of not too long ago marred by a scar he’ll surely have.

As you get home from a shift, you sigh and plop down on the couch. It’s late, you notice, but you miss Javier. Knowing him, he’s probably awake; you’re sure his sleep schedule is still as terrible as it was before the hospital. You grab the phone from the end table next to your spot, dialing his number and waiting.

Javier picks up on the second ring. Of course he’s awake. “Peña,” a gruff voice answers. It makes you smile. For a second, you want to just continue on without him knowing it’s you, want to observe how he acts when he’s with others. He’s different around you, you know that, and it’s adorable, you have to admit. “Hello?” he asks, annoyed.

“Hi,” you laugh softly through the phone. “It’s me. Sorry, I just got distracted. You sound sexy when your voice is like that,” you tease him.

There’s a smile in his voice when he responds. “Not a problem. How are you, hermosa?” he asks.

“I should be asking you that, Superman,” you laugh softly, leaning back against the couch. His voice instantly puts you at ease.

Javier laughs too. “Superman?”

“Big, strong. My protector.”

“Says the one who literally saved my life.”

“Who’s to say that cold wouldn’t have killed me if you didn’t take me to that diner?”

“Me.”

“I’m the nurse here.”

“And I’m Superman, apparently.” You laugh at that, wanting to reach through the phone line and kiss him then and there. “I’m no Superman, hermosa. I do bad things.”

“We all do, Javi.”

“Not as bad as me.”

“Gotta do bad things to catch bad people. You told me that. Are you trying to be this difficult, or does it just come naturally to you?” You ask sarcastically, smiling into the phone.

“I’m just telling you I’m not actually a good guy,” Javier says, his slight frustration evident.

“I was never under the impression you were. Is this you trying to push me away?” You ask, knowing that’s not the answer but hoping it’ll put some sense into him.

“No, no, cariño, I just-”

“Good, because we’re having our first official date tomorrow night. Okay?”

Javier chuckles a little at that. “I’m homebound. I appreciate the offer, but-”

“Oh no, Superman. I’m coming to you,” you tell him, curling up into a ball and grinning. “I’m getting takeout and wine- or whiskey, if you’d prefer- and we’re having a date night at your place. What do you want for dinner? You’ve got to be craving something.”

This takes Javier aback. This certainly wasn’t something he expected you to say when you picked up. “Uh… no. Nothing comes to mind. And I’m more of a whiskey guy, but wine sounds more romantic, I suppose.”

“Then I’ll pick up something that goes well with wine,” you say with a nod, beaming. “And I’m going to be tired after my shift, so you better be in the mood to cuddle.”

A laugh rings through the phone. “Of course you want to cuddle.”

“Says the one who asked me to snuggle him to sleep.”

“Hey, I almost bled out.”

“Doesn’t change the fact that you’re the one who asked.”

You’re both quiet for a moment. “Javi?”

“Yes, hermosa?”

Your voice is quiet and shy when you finally speak again. “Are you my boyfriend now?”

He grins, even though you can’t see it. “I don’t see why not.”

“Well, I like that, but we haven’t even had our first date.”

You can feel Javier rolls his eyes through the phone, but he’s clearly smiling when he speaks again. “Wouldn’t you consider that morning at the diner our first date?” He asks you, his face lighting up at the memory of it.

“No,” you shake your head. “I think we need to say it’s officially a date before it happens, then it can be a date.”

“I’m not going to be a very interesting date. I do have a large stab wound in my abs right now.”

“Don’t question my taste in men, Peña.”

“Trust me, I’m not. Do you want to dress up nice?” he asks. “A pretend night out?”

You grin at that. “That sounds wonderful,” you nod and rest your head on the pillows behind you, looking dreamily up at the ceiling.

“Better yet, I’ll cook for you.”

“Why do I have a feeling your cooking features microwave cuisine?”

“First of all, that’s not fully true,” he laughs. “And second of all, at least let me pay for dinner.”

“Giving up that easily? Superman may have to have his title revoked.”

“No, you were just right. I’m not a great cook; takeout would be the best bet.”

“I’ll pay and you can pay me back by looking cute for me.”

“Is this how women feel when men are demeaning?” He teases.

“You got it,” you groan.

Javier sighs. “Don’t know how you do it. How was your day?” he asks, leaning back on his own couch, slipping a hand in the pocket of his sweatpants.

“Long. My back hurts,” you admit, hugging the pillow to your chest. “The hospital is much more boring when I don’t get to sneak kisses from a hot patient.”

“I would assume so.”

“Got anything interesting in those case files?”

“I think Steve pulled out a box from ‘79 and handed it over just to appease me. It’s a pain in the ass.”

“You’re supposed to be on leave. Do leave things.”

“Like what? You’re gone all day, so is Steve. There are my two options.”

“Javi,” you coo softly. “You’re so cute.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“No, you are! You don’t even know what to do with your life. When was your last day off that you didn’t spend nursing a hangover?” There’s a beat of silence. “Exactly. Watch some telenovelas, read a book, pick up a hobby.”

“I have hobbies,” he pouts.

“Besides drinking, smoking, and fucking. I know your reputation,” you tease.

He’s silent and shy when his voice returns. “Did you-“

“I’ve known that the whole time, Superman. You think Connie didn’t spill everything the first time I asked her about you?” You chuckle softly. “No, I know about you. I don’t mind at all. It’s kinda hot,” you tease.

“Hey now, don’t start what you can’t finish. I’m not gonna be in shape for anything for a while.”

You bite your lip, deciding between flirting back harder or leaving it alone. You decide to leave it. “I’m not,” you chuckle. “I just think everything about you is attractive.”

“Even my giant stab wound?”

“Especially. If that’s what it took for you to admit you love me,” you laugh softly, and you hear him laughing on the other end.

“You should get some sleep, cariño,” Javi says in a softening voice. “It’s late, and you said your back hurts.”

“I will. I just… couldn’t sleep without knowing how you’re doing. I’m glad it’s good.” You smile softly at the way his voice sounds through the phone. “I’ll be looking forward to tomorrow night all day at work.”

“And I’ll be looking forward to it here.”

“Goodnight Javi,” you tell him. “I love you.”

“Goodnight, hermosa,” he tells you in return. “I love you too.” He hangs up quickly after saying that, before he can change his mind and stay on the phone with you for hours more.

As you leave the hospital the next day, your best friend’s voice rings out after you. “Use a condom!” Lorena shouts before falling into a fit of giggles.

“You’re the worst.”

“No, an unplanned pregnancy would be the worst,” she teases and nudges your side. “Be safe!”

“Fuck you,” you mutter to her in English, but there’s a smile on your face as you leave the hospital.

“No, fuck Javi instead!”

“Goddamnit, Lori!”

The walk home is uneventful, as normal, but the sun is just about to start setting over Bogotá. It’s beautiful, you think to yourself, and you admire the skyline as you walk back to your apartment.

Once you get inside, you head to your bathroom and sigh as you look in the mirror. You’re tired, it’s evident, but your eyes hold your excitement. Turning on a cassette player in your living room, you dance and sing along to it in the bathroom as you do your makeup and style your hair. Both are simply done, but make you feel a little more confident, a little more elegant for your night in with Javier.

You dance along to the music and make your way into your bedroom. You change out of your scrubs and into the outfit you chose last night, in a rush of excitement after talking with Javier on the phone. It’s your favorite dress you wear when you’re going out, not that it’s often, one that makes you feel fantastic about yourself. You look in the mirror and have to admit, you look damn good.

After you twirl in the mirror a little, you pick up the phone and dial Javier.

The familiar greeting fills your ears. “Peña.”

“Hey, Javi,” you practically sing. “I’m leaving my place now, I’ll pick up the food and be over. Leave the door unlocked, that way you don’t have to get up and let me in, okay?”

Javier chuckles. “Yes ma’am. I’ll see you then.”

He hangs up and you grab your purse and a jacket, wrapping it tight around yourself as you leave your apartment building and head out to a nearby restaurant.

After the food is ready, you carry it in one hand, smiling to yourself as you walk the rest of the way to Javier’s. It’s closer than you ever knew, and it makes you smile even wider knowing that there’s only ever a short distance between you and him. The sun is now setting, casting everything in a warm glow.

Once you reach his apartment, you get hit by a wave of nerves. Impulsively, you climb the extra stairs and knock on the Murphys’ front door.

No response comes, surprisingly. Rather than continuing to knock, you get your courage up and go back downstairs, knocking on Javier’s door and letting yourself in.

Javier is at his kitchen table already, which is nicely set and even has a candle burning on top of it. He looks up when he hears you and smiles, and you immediately smile back. He’s wearing a long-sleeved, nice shirt and a tie, the shirt cuffed to his elbows. His hair, which has been messy nearly every time you’ve seen him, is neatly styled too. He looks professional, and it makes you giggle a little.

He takes a second to take in the sight of you too, his eyes raking all the way up your body until his eyes meet yours. “You look great, cariño,” he tells you with a little smirk, and you walk closer and set the food down on the table.

“Thank you,” you tell him with a grin, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You look very formal.”

“This is what I wear to work,” he admits and tilts his head to the side.

“Then I’m going to have to come visit you at the embassy some time,” you tell him and kiss him on the lips, for the first real time since the hospital. There’s silence between the two of you and you can hear a rhythmic knocking noise coming from somewhere-

You break away and your eyes widen, giggling. There’s a loud creaking sound that accompanied the pounding. “Oh shit.”

“What is it?” Javi asks, but then the noise reaches his ears.

You have to cover your mouth to hold back a laugh. “I have to admit, I went upstairs to ask Connie for advice before I came down here… I guess I know why no one answered,” you snort before you hear a uniquely feminine groan, and both you and Javier start laughing uncontrollably, falling into each other.

You bury your face in his shoulder laughing, then quickly remove it, forgetting you were wearing makeup. “Oh god, do you have a radio or something we can turn on to cover that up?” You as him, still giggling.

“Yeah, come on,” he says and leans on you for balance as the two of you walk to his kitchen. There’s a radio on top of his fridge, and he turns it onto the American station in town. You smile at the memory of first meeting him while this was playing. Some slow jam from a few years ago is on, and Javier cranks the dial to adjust the volume until you can no longer hear the Murphys and their activity upstairs.

The sun shines its last rays into the kitchen, casting an orange glow over both you and Javi. He looks down at you and swears he can see exactly what he’s feeling reflected in your eyes. Your eyes hold such kindness and depth and unconditional regard for him, and it makes him want to gather you in his arms and never let you go again, never let either of you ever leave this apartment and this moment. Javier has never been one for words, choosing mainly to express his feelings through the patterns of his hips against a woman’s, but he tries in this moment, just for you. “You… have gorgeous eyes,” he tells you softly, and you giggle and shyly look away. “Really,” he says, catching your chin in his hand and bringing your face back to look at him. “So beautiful. All of you, especially tonight.”

“Thank you,” you say softly, gazing up into those big brown eyes and kissing him quickly. “Care to dance?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Javi chuckles a little and puts his arms around your waist in return. “Why not?” He asks, sneaking another gentle kiss before swaying the two of you around his kitchen. You rest your head in the curve of his neck and he smiles at the feeling, pressing a kiss to your head. He’s not a great singer, he knows that, but he mumble-sings the lyrics to you. You can feel his chest vibrate from his voice, and you sigh, pressing a kiss into his skin before resting your head on his shoulder again.

The song ends a few moments later and there’s a bit of dead air on the radio. No sound comes from upstairs and you lift your head, laughing a little. “Well, now that that’s all done… shall we eat?” You ask, and Javier nods, sneaking one last kiss from your lips.

The night ends with you and Javier cuddled on the couch. It’s late, and you’re watching his VHS tapes of old American movies. You’re snuggled into his side when he nudges your face with his neck. “Aren’t you uncomfortable in your dress?” He asks.

“What, are you trying to get me naked?” You tease quietly.

“No. Just want you comfy,” he murmurs, half asleep. You have to admit you’re tired too. “I have a proposal.”

“Yes I’ll marry you,” you laugh jokingly.

“Not like that,” he rolls his eyes. “Help me to my bed. You can wear some of my clothes. Sleep here tonight.”

You smile a little. “Is this your way of saying you can’t sleep without me anymore?”

“Sleeping alone is shitty once I got a taste of you,” he says with a charming smile.

“Alright Romeo,” you tease and kiss his lips gently. “I like that idea though. Let’s do it.” You stand from his arms, offering him a hand. He takes it and stands with a groan.

You help Javier to his bedroom, holding him up as a crutch and a balance. Javier’s tie was long discarded, after the two of you ate dinner. He strips the dress shirt and pants from his body, leaving him in just his boxers and a plain white shirt. He heads to his dresser and pulls out a large t-shirt for you.

You take it from him and kiss his cheek. He closes his eyes as you unzip your dress. “You’re allowed to look,” you murmur teasingly next to his ear. His eyes fly open and watch you hungrily, the way you’re exposed in just a bra and panties.

“Mi ángel,” he mumbles, his hands on your sides. He looks down at your body before finding your eyes again and smiling softly. He kisses you gently. “I know I have a bad reputation. You know I love you for more than your body, right?”

You nod, your arms around his neck. “Of course I do, Javi. We haven’t even fucked yet.”

He nods. “Just… checking.” This is all so new for him, and you can tell. You kiss him tenderly for a moment before pulling on the big t-shirt and flopping on his bed.

“Now get in here and cuddle me, Superman.”

“Of course, cariño,” he laughs, sliding under the covers and kissing the side of your face.

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theyanderespecialist · 3 years

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Stripper Dear 3 (Mini Series) Valentino X Marie OC X Stolas

[Back with another part of stripper dear and this one will now have stolas in it for reasons we hope you all enjoy this chapter!] [This Has Turned More Into A Mini series Now so.)

(Marie pov)

I managed to get out from Vals arms as I wince. My body was in so much pain, and I could see some of the bruises. I wouldn't mind if it was because we agreed to rough sex, but he never did say it would be that rough and it was because he got angry. I stepped into the shower washing myself and washing everything I could out of me just for comfort and cleanliness sake before walking out. The entire time I questioned my decision on moving in, on even working for that overgrown moth. I walked into the club to grab my purse when I see a familiar face looking around as I walk over.

"Hey Stolas." I said as he turned around perking up. "Oh there you are, I was looking for you, say, look at this." He said pulling out his phone as I smiled.

Every time he came here he'd show me and anyone else who'd look pictures of him and his daughter, although most of the time she was on her phone, or looked like it was a chore, you could tell she was smiling slightly.

"Oh that's very cute Stolas, did she get a new Hair cut?"

"Yes she di--" he stopped as I looked confused as I noticed his eyes were on my shoulder as my jacket was slipping off my arm showing the bruises as I quickly grab the sleeve and pull it up.

"Don't worry Stolas it's nothing." I said, not wanting him to ask questions

"It is clearly something." he says and takes my hand and looks at the bruise. "These are not love bites." He notes. "These are from someone using far to much force on you."

I tried to pull back a bit when he tried to look as he stopped.

"What happened?"

"..."

"..I'd like to rent a room for the day." He said suddenly.

"Your money man." The bartender said as he took me dragging me to the Vip rooms.

"We will sit here for as long as it takes." I stayed quiet for five minutes before realizing he was serious.

"Just... Val ...convinced me to have sex.. at first I did it b-because I didn't want to lose my job, then he was nice and kind but the second time.. he grabbed me in anger so hard it felt l-like he'd break a bone.."

He took my hands in his. "I am sorry my dear. That should have never happen. You deserve someone who would never hurt especially out of anger." He speaks softly

I looked down as I tried not to cry as he placed a hand on me as I grabbed him, holding him close. He always was a loyal and kind customer.

"What happened to make him so angry?"

".....I-It..I-I.."

"it's okay you don't have to--"

"I-I thought of you...and said it aloud without knowing.."

He blushed at that but smiled. "It is okay to think of someone else. May you tell me what you were thinking?" He asks and I blush darkly.

I shook my head, unable to even speak. There's no way. I'm not saying what I thought. "Oh come on do share."

"...I-I just.. felt you'd be ..better you're much kinder... a-and you wouldn't hold my job over my head.."

He smiled and cupped my cheeks then leaning down and kissing me. I blushed darkly as I let out a soft moan into the kiss as I wanted to kiss back but I was worried..then again he was so soft with it, stroking my face. It was so soft and loving in comparison to Val when he first kissed me.

I quickly wrap my arms around him kissing him back

He laid back with me on top of him and he smiles up at me. "Take as much as control as you need my love." He says and that sent excitement into me.

I looked at him shocked and excited as I bit my lip. "You mean it?" I asked as he looked at me.

(Well he may be a power bottom but he's still a bottom XD

(XD Yup)

"I mean it with all my heart." He tells me and I straddle his chest and then lean down to his neck biting and sucking gently. I felt so empowered.

It was nice..I never had any control., I didn't choose who I stripped for, the clothes I wore, I didn't really even get a choice to move in with Val, and here he is giving me control. I hear him let out soft sighs (I can't imagine feathers are something fun to suck on, but she don't care XD) I smile at him as my nails lightly run down his chest.

(we know Marie gonna tease this poor bird XD)

I then get off of him. "Get up and strip for me~" I order no one ever strip for me.

(XD and get a show out of it XD)

He looked at me shocked as i briefly worried he wasn't into it as I went to say he didn't have to before seeing his shock turn to one of happiness as sat me down as I felt happy once more as I watch him slowly stripping his clothes as I watch blushing but still sat tall as I lick my lip.

He smirked and rolled his hips to the music and soon her was stripped and I was in awe. I watch him as he slowly leans down to me and starts giving me a lap dance.

I blush but smirk at him. Sure it was a little awkward due to the..pretty massive height difference, but it didn't change anything, maybe actually make me feel more in control, as I grab him as he blushed but also smirked. I then pin him down and straddle his naked body and grind myself on him teasingly.

He let out a goran as I smirked at him. "Do you want to put it in~?" I asked smirking at him as he groaned nodding. "I don't know..I ran out of my birth control.. I didn't have to worry with Val, he can't have kids, but you, well you can~" I tease rubbing him between my lips. (Oh poor stolas)

"Please mistress~!" He begs arching into me before pulling back

I smirk leaning down and kissing his beak. "And why should I~? Convince me~" I said as I stroked his face. I was enjoying this power, but I didn't want to be mean, of course I'd let him put it in, he does want to.

He starts to kiss down my body than lifted me to be on his face and began to eat me out like a good sub. I moaned loudly as it obviously was full of need, but it was also so loving with him stroking my thighs as I let out a moan.

"G-Good boy~ y-You make me cum and you c-can put it in and take control~" I moan.

He lap even more focusing on my clit and I knew I would not last long

I grip his feathers as I tense suddenly as I came as I moaned, rubbing myself into his face to ride it out.

(he's talented with his mouth XD)

(XD Yes he is XD)

I get off of him and he smiles. "My turn~" He says and then spread my legs wide and Lined himself up with oh my he was even bigger than Val.

I felt a little afraid but we did make a deal, and he was so sweet to let me take control, so I had no issue with this. I give him a small nervous smile as he looked at me.

"oh, before we start, here this may help." he said as he took his cape, folding it up and helping to place it under me to elevate my hips slightly.

(I mean, that's his inner parent just like "Okay we don't want you hurt, we want you comfortable" XD)

(Stolas pov)

(He is a sweetie XD)

I smiled at her getting her comfortable and then slowly start to inch inside her. She moaned and arched into me. Gripping my hand gently. I smile and soon am fully seated inside of her. She catches her breath clenching around me. I held her hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. I didn't mind waiting for her to get used to me before I continued as my other hand pulled off her jacket, her shirt and her bra as I trace the bruises as she flinched as I frown.

I will kill him for hurting her like this. I will indeed. I loved her for so long I cannot stand by and let her be hurt like this.

"Please stolas...~" She moans. "Make love to me~"

I stopped at that as I then smirk as I kissed her, slowly pulling out to make sure she was in fact comfortable with me moving as she let out a bit of a shaky breath but relaxed as she moaned. "I-I was right~ Y-You f-feel so m-much better..daddy~"

I smile. "Always for you baby girl~ Get ready I am going to make you mine~" I tell her and thrust back in and she meets my thrust and cries out in pure pleasure.

She gripped onto me, her nails digging into me before she let go. "S-Sorry, I-I didn't mean to hurt you i-it just felt so good."

"It is okay, you did it out of pleasure not anger. I am okay with it my dear sweet Marie~" I tell her and she nods clings to me again and I moan picking up my pace and she cries out wrapping her legs around me pulling me even deeper. I grip onto her as I kiss her forehead as I could feel her walls clenching around me as I never felt so good~ I will admit, having sex in a strip club private room was not what I thought when I thought our first time..but I wasn't complaining~ (oh god here we go

"oh you sexy little thing clenching daddy so hard~ Such a good girl feeding daddy your sweet pussy~" He says. "Just what I needed will you let me feed your pussy it's milk~"

(Oh god why..why is that something he'd say XD)

(XD Because it is XD)

(like he would say that XD)

(XD Yes he would XD)

She moaned clenching onto me. "Y-yes~! F-Fill my pussy please~!" She begged clenching onto me. "P-Pour it a-all in daddy~" she moaned out

I smirked and we made love kissing and fucking and when I get right to the edge she cums hard forcing me to cum as well as she screams out my name in ecstasy. We collpase and I kiss her then hear the door bang open and a demonic voice.

"SToLaS!!!"

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS end on a cliff hanger. We hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy our friends!]

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linorangge · 4 years

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Monarchy | Prince! Hyunjin AU

Among the kingdom, he’s known for his good looks and you can’t help but think that’s all he has to offer. With an uprising waiting to happen, you may be his last resort. (CONTENT WARNING: angst, fluff, cursing, d3ath, suggestive language.) Part 1 | Part 3 | Word Count: 1600

Your hasty walk to the orchard had you thinking of the possibilities of why he would need to see you. You walked past countless guards and eventually you found the exit out to the garden. The orchard was large, and there were apple trees everywhere.

You looked around, searching for Hyunjin. You walked around the trees, occasionally stopping to admire them.

“Eunjung planted these.” You heard a voice say, causing you to turn.

Hyunjin had his arms crossed, he still had that same bored expression on his face. You curtsied, his eyes watching you intently.

“How long ago?” You asked as you walked to meet him.

“When she was 16, before that all she would plant were flowers. Now she likes trees, vegetables, fruits.” He shrugged, before he linked his arm and put your hand on his forearm.

You nodded, “Not to sound impolite, but why’d you call me here?”

“You seem interesting,”

“Because I called you a dead fish?”

“Precisely,” He looked down at you and smiled softly.

You had never seen him smile, and when he did, you felt your stomach turn.

“I’d like to show you something.” He said as he guided you along a stone path, surrounded by an assortment of flowers.

As you turned the corner of the path, around the greenhouse, you saw Eunjung, passionately kissing the girl you had seen her laughing with earlier.

Your eyes widened, and you turned to Hyunjin who clamped his hand over your mouth before quickly pulling you away.

You ran with him to another greenhouse, further away from the previous one you had been to.

Hyunjin led you inside in silence and when he closed the door behind him he sighed and looked at you with angry eyes.

“You say anything about what you saw, and it’s you and your father’s head.”

You nodded, panicked at the sudden thought.

“Is she… sweet?” You asked.

“Yes, only the Hwang brothers know. You can’t tell anyone about this. If you say anything to anyone, or word gets out, i’ll have you beheaded before the entire kingdom, understand?”

You nodded.

“Use your words.” He said, fixing his posture as to remind you of your place.

“Yes, my prince.”

“Good, come, I’ll still have more to show you.” He offered you his arm, and you took it reluctantly and walked with him to another section of the garden. There was a large gazebo, with a large viewing of sculpted heads.

He walked with you up the stairs and guided you to the first head on the left.

“It’s the king.” You whispered, staring at the various details of his head.

“It’s of the whole royal family.” He said, as he took your hand and guided you to each head.

You stopped at Minjun’s, “He looks like the queen.”

“We get that a lot.” He replied before tugging on your hand, eager for you to see the sculpture of him.

You looked between him and the sculpture. He stood beside it and lowered himself a little to the height of the head.

“What do you think? Good comparison?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you.

You chuckled before admiring his cheekbones, his slim face and pretty lips. His hair in the sculpture was pulled into half a ponytail, whereas his hair now was slicked back, and a bit longer than the sculpture.

“Very good comparison.” You said as you reached out to touch the sculpture, feeling the smooth surface with your thumb.

“Why feel the sculpture when you have me in front of you?” He said taking your wrist and letting your hand cup his cheek.

Your heart was beating incredibly fast. If anyone else were in your shoes they would’ve been smitten. But not you. Although his appearance and soft approach enticed you, you couldn’t help but remind yourself that he was a man of little personality. He was a himbo, destined for nothing but a life of looking pretty and wasting away in a chair and crown.

You pulled your hand away hesitantly and turned your back to him. You walked to the end of the gazebo and down the stairs, pausing, feeling anxious at your sudden boldness.

“Do you not enjoy my company?” He said as he climbed down the stairs and stopped once he was standing next to you.

You stayed quiet.

“What’s so repulsive about me? You’re the only girl I’ve ever met that hasn’t been charmed by me.”

“You’re only good for one thing.” You said softly, not meeting eyes with him.

“And what is that?”

“Looking pretty for the people.” You spoke.

He scoffed, “Please, if only you knew the half of what I’ve done in so little time.”

“Like what?” You said, finally turning to him.

“I have a bachelor's degree in Chemistry.” He said proudly.

You rolled your eyes, “Please, at 20?”

“When you’re the king’s son, anything is possible dear.” He said smugly.

“What else?” You said, crossing your arms.

“I’ve been dancing since I was 8, and I started playing the cello when I was 5.”

“So? I can play the cello too.”

“Is that a challenge?” He raised his eyebrows at you.

“I guess it is.”

He chuckled, “You’re bold Y/n.” He took your hand, this time intertwining your fingers with his and leading you away from the gazebo and down to the same stone path.

Hyunjin swung your hands as you walked. Still, although you denied both to Hyunjin and to yourself, you enjoyed being in his company. You liked that out of everyone at the ball, you were the one who asked for. To show you his sister’s trees, his family sculptures, his sister’s secrets and her garden. And now, to compare cello skills.

The walk back to the palace wasn’t very eventful but once you got inside, Hyunjin led you upstairs and to a large room. The room had marble floors, covered in expensive woven carpets.

He crossed the room and leaned against a grand piano as you surveyed the room.

The room had an assortment of instruments, violin, piano, a harp, a flute and of course a cello.

“Now, I only have one, but I can ask a butler to bring another from Eunjung’s study.”

You shook your head, “It’s fine, I can just listen to you play.”

“What, are you too scared now?” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes, “Please, I’m not afraid of you.”

He leaned away from the piano, “Don’t be so casual,” He reminded you as he pushed past you and stuck his head into the hall.

“Mr Lee!” He called, the hallway echoing with his voice.

“Yes my prince?”

“Bring the cello from Eunjung’s study please.” He said before closing the door behind him.

You sat on a velvet couch that was across from a large window. The window had beautiful curtains that touched the ceiling nearly to the floor. You admired every inch of the room. Sure, you had nice things, but palace decor was so much different considering the history and the generations that have seen it in all of its beauty.

“Pretty hm?” Hyunjin said as he sat next to you on the couch.

“Very.” You said, tracing your fingers along the patterns of the couch.

You felt pressure on your thighs and you looked away from the decor to see Hyunjin, gently laying his head atop your legs.

He took your hand and rested it on his head, “Play with my hair.” He said softly.

You were taken aback, the night had been so incredibly overwhelming yet magical for you. You ran your fingers gently through the strands of his hair. You began to make small french braids in his hair, occasionally undoing them to make more.

He sighed, “In all honesty I expected you to hate me way more. I thought you’d be disgusted by me.”

“I was.” You said, still making the small braids.

“Was?” He looked up at you through his hair.

You pulled some loose strands away from his forehead, “Yeah… maybe you’re not as bad as I thought.”

He smiled softly to himself, and you felt your stomach turn again. He made you feel special.

You heard a soft knock and you tensed up. Hyunjin must have felt you because he said, “It’s just Mr Lee.”

“Come in!” He said loudly, still keeping his head in your lap.

A middle aged man walked in with a large case and set it next to the piano.

“Thank you, please come collect it at the end of the ball.” Hyunjin said.

“But my prince, the ball has already ended.” Hyunjin sat up.

“What time is it?”

“12:53 my prince.” Mr Lee said as he checked his pocket watch.

“Oh goodness.” You said, panicking internally.

“Y/n it’s far too late for you to go home. Mr Lee, let the head general know we’ll be keeping his daughter at the palace.”

Mr Lee bowed, “Yes my prince.” The butler hastily left and as soon as the door closed, you sighed and held your head in your hands.

“My dad’s gonna kill me.” Your words were muffled by your hands.

“Y/n you’re with me and thousands of guards, you’ll be fine. I’m sure he won’t worry too much.” Hyunjin waved the issue off.

You said nothing as you raised your head from your hands and set your chin in your hand.

“Do you still want to see who the best cello player is?” Hyunjin whispered.

You chuckled, “Sure.” You both stood and you took his cello, while he took Eunjung’s out of its case.

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eleanorbloom · 4 years

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All I Ever Wanted (Bryce Lahela x f!MC)

Warnings: Angst, cursing and smut. The second half of the chapter is NSFW and not suited for minors (I left a mark for those who want to read the first part fic but are not comfortable with smut).

A/N: Hello!

I swore to myself that I’d only write my series and a collab I was invited to do, but chapter 12 left me wanting for more, so here we have the love and smut that was missing in that 30💎 scene. I’m a hopless romantic so prepare yourselves for a bit of cheesiness.

I’m using the same tag from my BrycexMCxEthan series, thinking you would be interested in read this, so, if you want to be removed from this post, just let me know!

A/N2: I apologize in advance for any mistakes, English is not my frist language.

That’ll be all.

Enjoy!

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All I Ever Wanted

The chatter of people had decreased into an unstable hiss from the few people left in the room.

Bryce had said goodbye to Bobby’s and Danny’s family and was waiting for Eleanor, who was immersed in a joyful but melancholic exchange of memories with Danny’s mother.

When he found a picture of the hospital staff at a picnic a few months ago, he couldn’t help but smile at the happy faces of colleagues and friends having a good time, without the worries of daily routines.

No one could’ve ever imagined at that moment that two of those smiling faces would leave so soon. Nor that it could have been four.

As he sensed his eyes starting to burn again, he blinked swiftly to keep the tears at bay.

“You okay?”—Her voice was soft as a whisper, careful enough to not startle him as she appeared beside him out of the blue.

Bryce turns to his right, where Eleanor was looking at him with a worried expression.

“Yeah, it’s just… I know we deal with life and death every day, but it feels different to lose our people and so unexpectedly.”

Especially when someone you love was so close to death, he says in his head.

“Yeah, I know”

Eleanor looks around the hall as one of the volunteers starts packing up chairs. There were a few groups at the corner, mostly family and relatives of the heroes of Edenbrook. All their friends had gone by now.

“I’m ready if you want to leave”

“Let’s go, then.”—Bryce says as he heads to the door. Eleanor follows suit, instantly.

Outside, the sky is completely closed with thick, black clouds, threatening with rain any minute now.

“Should we take a cab?”—He asks, looking up the sky.

“No, I’d like to walk, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t.”

As they start to walk, they notice how quiet the street was. The only noises accompanying them was the clicking of her shoes, and a few cars passing by a couple of blocks away. Bryce couldn’t help but get lost in the sound of her steps. The confirmation for the umpteenth time that she was alive and walking by his side. As if the last few days, the last few hours hadn’t been proof enough.

Since the moment he knew Eleanor could die, every moment with her feels like a treasure to him. A challenge to not take anything for granted, especially her existence, and to make the most of his time with her. They couldn’t waste any more time.

With that in mind, Bryce looks down at her, searching for her hand. She had both hands pocketed and as she saw he was offering his hand, she tangled her fingers into his.

Although her face was pale and gloomy, Bryce noticed how her eyes softened at the touch of his skin. He felt tickles at the sensation of her soft touch in him.

They walked in comfortable silence the few streets that separated the reception center from Eleanor’s apartment. Every few feet, they would stare at each other and smile imperceptibly, Bryce just for having her by his side, Eleanor for having him when she needed the most.

Once they reach her apartment street, a thunder roared loudly above them, waking them from their deep thoughts.

“I guess the sky is angry too.”—She says looking up as she stops in her tracks, waiting for the bolt.

“Yeah.”

And all Bryce can think of, is if Eleanor wouldn’t have made it that night, the sky would have broken the earth in two. His earth, his world, his heart. Everything would have fallen apart if she’d gone.

Then, the sky turns white and shiny for an instant. The stroke of lightning like an enormous photograph flash illuminates their faces and makes them realize how wonderful life can be with just so little.

After a moment she turns to him, looking for his beautiful brown eyes. But she can’t get enough as Bryce just take her by the nape of her neck and kisses her like he was gasping for air. His lips were cold, but in a matter of seconds, they were melting every inch of her skin he touched, his tongue roaming her lips, then her lips sucking his lower lip impatiently in an almost-too-fair exchange of kisses.

As Eleanor lets out a moan, a shower of rain comes down, soaking them in an instant. Neither of them seems to mind. Somehow the rain was all that they needed at that moment: something that washed them for all their fears, the loss, the pain. The uncertainty.

Eleanor rests her forehead in his, panting.

“Would you stay with me tonight?”—She pleads.

“I’d love to, Elle”—He replies before taking her by the hips and kissing her again, this time softly.

After a long moment, he embraces her, burying his face in her wavy, damp hair.

He breathes the sweet scent of her shampoo, bringing memories of the first time he discovered it.

Donahue’s was packed. Everyone was there celebrating the first day of residency. Eleanor had agreed to play darts with him. The bet was a kiss. The moment she turned to him, all victoriously, a trail of pomegranate scent reached his nostrils. And that night, even if she won, Bryce felt like a winner too, as they’d share the second kiss of that day.

“Should we go inside?”—Bryce doesn’t respond, still lost in memories.—“Bryce?”

He pulls away reluctantly. There’s a mix of longing and vulnerability in his eyes she had never seen before. As if he was opening the doors of all the mysteries he had kept sealed since... Always.

“Yeah, it’s just… I’m so glad you’re still here. I can’t help but feel thankful every moment I’m with you.”

“Me too. I feel thankful for being alive and to have you by my side.”

She gives him a quick peck in her wet lips and then she takes him by the hand, pulling him to the building. The rain still pouring.

“Do you think Keiki will be okay if you stay?”

“Yeah. I’ll text her to let her know I’m not coming home, anyway.”

By the time Bryce and Eleanor enter her room, Bryce was pocketing his cellphone back into his jacket.

“All settled. She kinda assumed I would spend the night with you”—Bryce replies, sheepishly.

“Your sister is always two steps ahead of you, it doesn’t surprise me at all.”—She retorts as she balances herself in one foot, taking off her Mary Jane stilettos. Then she continues with her coat.

Bryce stands there, at the door, watching her silently, studiously.

“Are you okay, Bryce? You seem… really pensive.”—She asks, walking towards him.

He can’t help but feel a wave of tenderness as she is now at her natural height. About 3 inches shorter.

She cups his cheeks both hands and caresses him with the tip of her thumbs.

“Mmh?”

“Honestly, I-”—He clears his throat, feeling it tight.—I feel a little out of control. One minute I’m laughing and telling a story about some prank Danny and I pulled on the OR staff… the next I want to bawl… the next I feel terrified. Of what could’ve happened to you, of what could happen tomorrow…”

“I feel the same.”—She admits—"Every little thing knocks me off balance. Somehow today made everything that happened seem more… real than it did before."

“That’s it exactly. Before, I was somehow still able to keep it all in the ‘work’ portion of my brain, but now…”

“Now it’s taken over.”

Now Bryce was realizing how things would have been if she hadn’t made it. If the team wouldn’t have gotten the antidote. Or if Rafael wouldn’t have been there to protect her. She would have left this planet just as soon as Bobby Gunderson did. Without a chance to say goodbye, without a chance to tell her how much she meant to him.

A sob escapes in his breath, and suddenly he wraps her tightly, this time like he is clinging onto life. As if he frees her from his arms, she'll become thin air and will be gone completely oblivious of what he feels.

Tears were streaming down all over his face, a grimace of terror and hollowness that shattered her heart the moment she saw it.

“Bryce…”—She whispers, her eyes shimmering with tears, containing her own sob at the sight of him so vulnerable.

“The… the night I stayed with you I… I couldn’t even close my eyes, afraid that you could be gone any second. And… I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to tell you what you mean to me, but I felt like if I did it at that moment, would be like a farewell, like a confession in deathbed, and I couldn’t think that way.”

His lips were quivering while trying to find the exact words to continue.

"Since the moment I knew you would be okay, I realized that I wasted so much time all these months, Elle. Trying to play it cool, hiding my feelings, my worries. Trying to keep my walls up, just to be strong and be the support you need. As if I didn��t need anything. And I realized that somehow, I was unknowingly pushing you away when you have been the person I’ve open up the most. About my family, about what I lived in college because of my parents. And at the thought of you leaving… without knowing how much you mean to me, it felt selfish… unfair.

“Bryce, it’s okay. We all have our times...”

“This is not about time, Eleanor, it’s about fear, about pride. But after what you have been through, I felt stupid for fear something as absurd as my own pride. My charade of having all under control.”

Eleanor wiped the tears in his cheeks.

“I love you, Eleanor.”—He said in the most steady voice he could—You’re the only person that from the moment I met, knew you wouldn't let me down as so many others did, even my own family. But somehow, it took me this long and all this tragedy to finally tell you how I feel about you. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry."

Large tears run down her face. But her eyes were shining with a warmth he hasn’t seen in weeks.

“Bryce…”—Eleanor saw the raw vulnerability of Bryce Lahela. The person she had grown to love even if she knew half of the depths and torments of his mind and heart. But now that she was knowing him at his lowest, it only increased the affection and care for him.

She observed the features of the man who was taking the biggest leap of faith and, becoming the bravest man she knew by showing all his vulnerability, even if it was his biggest fear. Then she kissed all the spots she had look: His forehead, his temples, cheeks, nose, jawline, chin, eyes, to finally his lips. Each peck filled with adoration.

"Bryce, you don’t have anything to be sorry for. I've been afraid too, because since the moment I met you you’ve been the one in my heart, but I was afraid of scaring you away, or lose you because you might not feel the same. But the truth is... I love you. I love you since, I don’t know. It feels like forever.”

On a normal day, Bryce would've retorted something flirty or cocky like "Of course you would, I'm too irresistible", but that day wasn't a normal day.

The rain had washed all his charades, all veils of confidence, carelessness, self-assurance, and all his flirty retorts. All that was left, was his deepest fears and hollows of his heart: to grew up in a family that never really cared for him; to lose his parents at the age of seventeen: to have to endure the consequences of his parents' actions, and always end up alone, without real friends, without anyone who would love him unconditionally.

Since the age of seventeen, he had always been on his own. His own emotional support. There never was a single person who would be there for him to vent up, to process feelings, emotions, stress. And since the moment he met Eleanor, he knew it would be different. But he had been carrying the fear for ten years. It wouldn't be easy to let all those walls go. But when it happened, when Eleanor found out about his sister, it was so easy to let the walls crumble. And even if he was used to seeing the judgment in everyone's eyes after finding his truth out, the only thing Eleanor gave him was understanding, support, empathy, generosity. Love. Unconditionally love.

“Let me take care of you”—She whispers, caressing his cheeks in the most tender way. As if he were about to break. —“You don’t need to carry all by yourself. You’re not alone anymore.”

He nods imperceptibly, as Eleanor kisses his forehead and he rests his head on her chest. She strokes his head as he hears Bryce sobbing, letting all out.

“I’m with you, love.”

How many nights she had dreamed of calling him that way. More than she could remember. And it felt so right.

How many nights he had dreamed of being called that way by her. More than he could remember. And it felt so right.

It enlightened his heart that had been buried deep inside all his fears and traumas. He felt alive like never before.

After a while, his breath steadies and he pulls himself out of her grip, looking at her in the eyes.

“Thank you.”

Bryce leans, kissing her chastely in the lips. They stare at each other, smiling.

**NSFW**

After a few seconds, they kiss again, but the connection lingers, an innocent and sweet peck that soon turns into something more. Feeling the softness of his lips on her unleashes a desire that starts to flow quickly through her veins.

She opens her mouth in response to the desire, capturing his lips between her teeth, their breaths becoming one.

“Bryce, I want you…”—She parts from him a single moment, just to let him know her mind.

“And I need you, Eleanor”—Bryce gasp loudly before kissing her again, this time drawing a trail of kisses down her neck.

After feeling dead all those days, immersed in confusion, pain, and fear, she had made him feel alive. And he wanted to spend the first moment of his awakening by adoring her in the sweetest and exquisite way.

Soon, Eleanor unbuttons his tux and shirt, leaving kisses in every inch exposed, discarding it on the floor.

Then Bryce turns her to unfasten her black dress in the back, facing the same fate as his shirt. He embraces her for the back, roaming his hands all over her curves, pinching her hips, her waist, and then cupping her breast with both hands while leaving sloppy kisses in the crook of her neck. A wave of popcorn and vanilla intoxicates him with more desire. He pulls her tight against him, groaning as her lower back presses his crotch. He grips her throat with one hand, arching her head back, kissing her fiercely, while Eleanor roams one hand between his tights, making him release a moan in her mouth.

Eleanor frees herself from his arms, and bringing her hands to his belt, working on his pants until she sends it to the floor like the rest of their clothes. Then she takes off her pantyhose, and when she ups her head to look at Bryce, she finds him looking at her silently, contemplating every inch of her body.

“What?”

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“Maybe a million times.”

“Make that one million and one, then. You’re absolutely gorgeous”.—He whispers, starting to suck kisses down her jawline, and staying at her chest for a few more moments, while he unclasps her bra and tosses it to the floor. After that, he buries her face in her breasts, cupping them with his hands and feeling the exquisite aroma of her skin concentrating in the apex of her breasts.

He slides his lips softly to her nipples, sucking it delicately at first, but then he nibbles them hard, making a moan escape from her throat.

His touch is like never before. Is gentle but confident. He knows exactly what he's doing, but somehow he touches her with new delicacy, with adoration. Thanking for being alive with every inch of skin he kisses.

As he goes down, Bryce takes her by the hips and pushes her to the bed, pulling her panties out. His kisses along her stomach and belly feel like fire, as he is getting closer to her sweet spot. Eleanor gasps with anticipation.

Bryce grips her tights and opens them while leaving kisses and licks in her mound and just around her folds. Eleanor breaths heavily, her hips moving involuntarily as his soft kisses tickle in her core.

She thought he would tease her for a minute or two. But that night wasn't about teasing. Was about need and adoration. And he didn't want to waste another second without adoring her most sweet and satisfactory way.

Eleanor tugs the quilt as she felt his tongue sliding slowly through her folds and towards her clit.

“God”—She whispers.

After a few moments working on her core, Bryce places one finger inside her, then two. Then he curls them gently while looking for the right spot until she indicates he has reached it.

“Yes, yes, there, there!”

Without leaving her nub, Bryce goes up, leaning to Eleanor, kissing her breasts to then brush his lips into hers. The moment they meet, Eleanor takes his head desperately, moaning in her mouth while his fingers keep moving in circles and entering in her.

"Yes"—She breathes desperately, Bryce observing every feature of her face. The way her mouth was making a perfect O, the crease in her forehead when she frowns as the pleasure overtakes her.

Bryce picks up more speeds, and her hips began to shake uncontrollably. Bryce looks at her as a deity professing all her powers.

And her power works like a painkiller to him. Seeing her like that, reaching the peak of satisfaction the human nature can have, is the best proof he can get of how alive she is.

Her whole body shudders and then her voice is off, unable to articulate another sound. She can only return the kiss he gives her before tumbling beside her.

As Eleanor catches her breath a few moments later, she steals him a kiss, gripping his arousal. Then she mumbles in a sultry voice:

“How you want me?”

He wasn’t expecting that question, but after a few moments of deliberation, he answers:

“On all fours”

As if her patience was extinguishing, Eleanor stands up immediately, takes his underwear off, and then she crawls onto the bed as Bryce asked.

Bryce places himself behind her and grabbed her by the hips and enters her. Slowly at first, sensing every inch of her as he pushes and pushes until all his length was inside her. Eleanor leaned on her elbows, stroking her hair as Bryce began to thrust her. The feeling of him inside her sends shivers down her spine, waking every fiber of her again. She feels alive, desired, loved.

“Bryce”—She groans.

Suddenly, Bryce takes her by the wrists, pulling her body to his chest, without stop pounding her. With one hand he cups her breast, with the other, he slides his finger to her clit. Eleanor arches her back, leaning the nape of her neck on his shoulder while tugging his hair in the back of his head.

“You feel incredible, babe”

"Don’t stop, please"—She cries in a tiny voice, as Bryce began to thrust her harder.—”Yes…”

“You like that?”

“Yes, y... you?”

“I love it”—Now his finger picks up speed.

“Fuck, yes, Bryce.”

Bryce kisses her jawline before pushing her back to the mattress, now taking both wrists and crossing them on her low back, holding them there.

As he pounds her faster, the noise of their bodies colliding fills the room, a maddening melody that brings them higher and higher.

“Fuck, yes… I wanted you exactly like this, Bryce”

“Like what?”

“Fucking me hard”

Bryce groans as her words invade his mind.

Their bodies connected was another proof of how alive she was, and how alive he was.

But something was missing.

He pulled away, got on his feet, and turned her in one swift motion, her body, shimmering in sweat, now facing him. Eleanor looks at him, expectantly.

“At least this time, I don’t wanna miss your pretty face while you cum.”

She grins naughtily, biting her lower lip.

Placing himself over her, he grazes her nipples, to then go up to kiss her.

After a few moments lost in her mouth, he stands and takes her hips, raising her a bit, reaching her sweet spot, and making her squeeze on the inside

“Bryce, yes”

Every thrust harder, nosier. Every thrust breaking the chains of the fear, of the loss, of what wasn't said. Of what he could've done. Every thrust getting them near to the edge, to the end of that once endless road of loneliness, of charades, of pretend.

There was no return now.

“Elle"—He breathes, sensing his body was losing control, her body tightened around him, making him explode any second now.

“Come here, please”—She sighed.

Bryce lowers to her. Eleanor captures his lips instantly, as she was about to choke out of air.

“Bryce, you’re incredible"—She says, dizzy—“I’m… I’m… Ahhh!"—She buries her mouth on his shoulder, as she reaches her long-awaited orgasm.

The raw moan is enough to make him cum against her, growling while he motions erratically over her, as the sensations overwhelm him. Then he collapses by her side, both trying to catch their breaths.

They stay in silence for a couple of minutes, the big smiles never leave their faces.

“Is your need satisfied?”—She asks, turning to him.

“Honestly?”—He replies, placing a hand in her waist—“No, I’m not done, yet.”

“Good, me neither.”

Bryce wraps her in a warm embrace and Eleanor nuzzles in his chest, drunk of tenderness and love.

The rain had stopped falling. The room was quiet. They could only hear their breaths. The basic and simple proof that they were alive at that moment. Alive and absolutely aware of what they felt about each other.

“I love you”—She says softly.

“I love you too, baby.”

There was nothing left to say, but words of reaffirmation for a lifetime.

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Okay well then!!!! I am very glad and excited to share my most recent idea I had while rereading Yeti Hunting again!! And the new Incubus one too!! They're almost exactly the same idea, just different flavors I suppose. Also Joe is trans in both the ideas but that's less to do with the ideas themself and more to do with just me projecting on him sgfjgsjfhsjdh

Okay so it's like a reverse au so Stern is some kind of cryptid, but as far as Barclay knows they're just two good human friends (but maybe they wanna be a little more than friends...). And then one day Joseph goes into heat and tells Barclay he's sick to try to keep him away, but Barclay being the sweetest man alive goes to his house with fresh soup to take care of him and Joe seems really panicked about Bar being there and tries to make him leave but he is CLEARLY unwell and Barclay is very stubborn when it comes to helping people he cares about and so he plants himself down on the couch and says he's not leaving until Joe tells him what's wrong and Stern tries to hold onto his human form but it's taking too much focus and energy and whoops Barclay finds out his friend not human and currently in distress and so horny it hurts and if he can help his friend and fuck him at the same time, well then that's just a win all around (bonus points if at the end Barclay is kinda sad because he thinks Joe just needed somone to fuck him, not nessacarry Barclay, but Joe frantically assures him that he is SUPER into him and if it were anyone else he would have kicked them the hell out and probably skipped town bc he couldn't trust anyone else with a secret like this).

Or!! (This is where the incubus part comes in) Joe is an incubus and currently hiding out in his human disguise at the Amnesty lodge and it's going fine for a while, but then he starts talking to and getting to know the really hot chef. And they slowly start growing closer and closer. And maybe in this world, the power an Incubus gets from sex depends just as much on their desires as it does the human's. And this has never been an issue for Stern before, but now he's falling for Barclay and wants him and no one else so he's getting less and less energy from his encounters and Barclay is worried about him because he doesn't seem like himself anymore. Almost as if he's... dulled? When Barclay looks at him the blue of his eyes seem muted and his general aura seems... gray. And it all comes to ahead when Joe finally stops insisting he's fine and after dinner one night he asks if he can speak to Barclay privately, and he comes clean about everything and Barclay, while a little shocked, rolls with it very well and cups Joe's face in his hands and kisses him softly and it like,,, you should have come to me sooner, I'd do anything for you,,, and yeah it's really tender,,,,

Okay that's it I'm sorry it's so long and probably incoherent. I tried to use at least little formatting to make it better but it's a tumblr mobile ask, I'm not sure even the new paragraphs will translate over. The general idea is that they're close friends and Stern is Not Human and Barclay finds out under less than ideal circumstances :3 I know these are far from original or unique but I just wanted to share my ideas with you bc you're the inspiration for a good 70% of my private writings, but if you like them enough and ever feel like doing something with them that'd be cool ;3

Here you go! I went with scenario one. Content Note: some “mating” talk and mild subdrop at the end (which is, of course, taken care of)

The two canvas bags are ready to burst. Barclay peers into them, contemplating the addition of another box of tea, in case Joseph doesn’t like the other two. Mama was cagey when he asked, he doesn’t know what’s ailing the other man, only that he’s sick.

Joseph manages Amnesty Lodge, where Barclays’ been a cook for the last six months. Barclay was initially wary of him; his cosmopolitan bearing and clean-cut appearance is so out of place in the rustic mountain town of Kepler that the logical explanation is he’s one of those city types who fell on hard times and got stuck here.

It took less than forty-eight hours for him to prove Barclay wrong. Polite and polished, efficient and stunningly good in a crisis, Joseph handles the day to day chaos of the lodge while Mama, the owner, took care of the big picture stuff. His friendly greetings and consistent compliments about Barclays cooking gradually turned to afternoons spent at a table with his work so they could talk during lulls in business.

When Joseph leaned against the counter, sleeves rolled up, laughing as he helped Barclay tidy the kitchen, the cook rushed headlong into his crush and never looked back. He regularly dreams of blue eyes and a movie-star face, finds his day doesn’t really start until Joseph pokes his head in to say good morning.

He’s been without that greeting for two days now. Joseph never misses work, and his sudden absence worried Barclay enough that he checked with Mama to be sure the manager was okay.

“Joe’s fine big fella, just under the weather is all.”

The one time Barclay got sick, Joseph brought him tea and soup himself, checked in on him every hour, and--if Barclay’s fever addled brain is to be trusted--fluffed his pillows. It’s the least Barclay can do to drop off snacks and be sure his friend is okay.

It’s a short drive to cabin Joseph calls home; he used to live at the Lodge, but as it got more crowded, he moved to his own space so those who needed a cheap, safe place to stay could have one.

His knock on the door is answered by a brisk, “Who is it?”

“Barclay. I, uh, I brought you a get-well gift.”

Joseph opens the door to the cabin and to an entire new universe of fantasies. His normally slicked-back hair falls, relaxed, across his forehead, his loosely tied blue robe shows a tantalizing V of skin, and the dreamy-sleepy expression makes his face even more kissable.

“Hi.” Joseph takes a step forward, taking the bags and bringing his face achingly close to Barclays’. Then he freezes, reversing into the house, “I, um, it was very sweet of you to bring all this. But you need to go.” He takes another step back, then doubles over with a groan.

Barclay hurries across the threshold, setting the bags on the floor and steadying him over to the couch.

“Fuck, do you need me to get you like a heat pack, or a puke bucket?”

“No, no I just need to lay down, and for you to g-” he shudders, curling in on himself and tipping sideways.

“Joseph, you’re really sick, I’m not gonna just leave you here. I mean, fuck, what if it’s your appendix or something?” He sits down next to the shaking man, rubbing his back comfortingly.

“It’s not, I promise. Oh lord” he whines, looks at Barclay with frantic eyes, “I hope you can keep a secret.”

“Of course I can. Whatever I can do to help, I want to.”

“Careful with those promises, big guy.” The nickname comes out in a growl as Joseph stands, undoing his wristwatch.

“Oh FUCK!” Barclay scrambles back, almost falling over the arm of the couch.

There’s a monster where Joseph just was. Years ago Barclay saw a Maned Wolf in a zoo, and he’d swear that’s what he’s looking at now were it not for several glaring issues. First, it’s standing comfortably on two legs. It’s paws are more like hands, able to hold the watch and adjust the collar of its shirt. And he’s never seen a wolf, maned or otherwise, with spines down its back and a whip-like tail.

The creature runs a clawed hand through the fur at the top of it’s head, the way Joseph does when he’s nervous, “So. I can’t tell you everything, at least not right now. What I can tell you is that this is the form I was born into, somewhere far away from earth.”

“Okay.” Barclays brain grinds like a broken ice machine as a familiar voice speaks to him from a fanged mouth.

“I, um, I’m what humans call a Chupacabra. To answer the usual questions: no, I’ve never been to Puerto Rico. No, I don’t eat goats. And no, I’m not going to eat you.”

“Okay.” His heart is still racing, but not from fear, which is the most confusing was this could have gone.

Pointed ears flick, worried, “Are you in shock?”

“Kinda, yeah.” He nods as Joseph sits next to him with a heavy sigh.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way. I took the next few days off to avoid this exact scenario. I figured I wouldn’t see you, but forgot how thoughtful and caring you are.” Claws gently stroke Barclays hair, “my wonderful Barclay.”

He’s about to bring his hand up, cup those strange fingers to his cheek and whisper “always”, when Joseph pulls away.

“I, I’m sorry. Again. I always get too handsy when I’m in heat. That’s the second worst side-effect, after the fact that being in my disguise is untenable when I’m in the thick of it. It’s like wearing a wet, wool sweater made of nausea.”

“....Hold on, you had to take time off work because you’re horny?”

“Almost. Heat doesn’t come that often for me, which means whenever it happens, it’s intense. I have a hard time eating or sleeping, I can’t focus, and I spend most of the week masturbating. Which is not as fun as it sounds; I’m not even at the height of the damn thing and last night I humped a pillow on the kitchen floor while dinner reheated.”

Barclay groans, tries to hide it when the ears swivel his way, “Uh, guess I’m glad I brought you lots of food so you remember to eat. Shoulda, uh, put some lube or something in there as well, huh?”

Joseph chuckles, “My nose tells me you put molasses cookies in there, so I’ll let it slide.”

“There anything else I can do to help?”

“Well…” he shakes his head, “never mind, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Do what?”

“My heat is more manageable when I have a partner. Fucking someone relieves things more effectively than masturbation does. But I can’t-”

“I can help with that.” The offer is out before his brain catches up with his mouth.

“Barclay, my kind have a very, um, involved mode of, um, well, I guess you foreplay. As, as much as I’d love for you to be my mate” he winces, “see, that’s what I mean. I say things like that, most of them not even possible given the fact you and I can’t reproduce.”

“Uh, does it help if I say hearing you call me that is really hot?”

Blue eyes widen, and a tail traces up Barclays leg, “Only if you mean it.”

“I do.”

A narrow, long tongue flicks into the air, “In that case, big guy, how about we have a little planning session over dinner?”

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Barclay parks in the driveway, next to Josephs’ sedan. He heads past the house and down a short slope to a creek, the twilight sky casting the forest in eerie grey-blue. There’s a tire swing leftover from a previous resident, and he idly pushes it back and forth as he waits for the game to start.

“It’s like hide and seek” Joseph wipes his mouth, cleans cookie crumbs from the table, “We start outside, move inside, and you go as long as you can without me catching you. After all, I want a mate who can hold his own.”

He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket to warm them. A yip bounces out from the trees behind him. When he turns, he quickly spots glinting eyes and bared fangs hidden in the undergrowth.

Sprinting towards the cabin, he realizes Joseph laid a trap for him from the start; by asking him to begin at the creek, he’s forcing him to run uphill to safety, slowing him down. He lets his lizard-brain, concerned only with the fact that something dangerous is chasing him, take over and drive his legs as fast as they’ll go. The back door is locked, he double-checked that on the way down, so he doesn’t waste his time trying it, races to the front of the cabin and slams the door shut just as something huge rounds the corner after him.

The nob jiggles, his pursuer testing the lock and discovering the thrown deadbolt. Barclay uses those few seconds to secure the windows on the first floor, throws his jacket down into the cellar as a failsafe, and bolts up to the bedroom. His hammering heart insists that locking that door is not enough, so he crawls into the closet and shuts himself up among the meticulously organized shirts and slacks. It’s not enough space for him to stand, so he tucks his knees to his chest and waits.

“What happens if I, like, completely outsmart you.”

A toothy smile, “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.”

Each of the downstairs windows rattle in turn. Then the scratching starts, claws on wood coming closer with each breath. Joseph is climbing the wall up to the bedroom window that Barclay knows for a motherfucking fact he did not secure.

A shuff as the window slides open, the cryptid landing with remarkable stealth on the bedroom floor. Barclay tracks him by the light coming under the closet door, his mouth covered so his breathing won’t give him away. The shadow pauses, sniffs, and then the bedroom door opens and shuts. Barclay’s not moving until he hears the front door do the same.

Just as his legs start to protest being smushed up against his chest, the door reopens. Snuffling signals Joseph closing in, and an instant later the only light coming in is from the far ends of the door. Slowly, his last line of defense rolls to the right, revealing the creature crouching on the other side.

“Not a bad effort, big guy. You actually confused me for a minute with the scent trail of your coat downstairs.” Joseph reaches for him and Barclay, remembering that he’s not supposed to give up until he’s pinned, leans away.

“That’s how my mate wants to play?”

“J-just following your instructions, babe.”

An intrigued purr, “I guess you are. All the more reason you’re the perfect partner for me.”

The words Barclays dreamed of hearing for months distract from the claws closing around his ankles. He lets out an undignified yelp when Joseph pulls his legs straight out and drags him out of the closet. Once he’s free of the forest of clothing, the cryptid picks him up and drops him on the bed. He moans and Joseph snickers, joining him on the bedspread.

“Fuck, Joseph, no one’s ever been able to do that before and it’s so, so fucking hot.” He arches his back and shifts his limbs to help Joseph undress him.

“It’s because you’re the perfect size; big and strong, large enough to give me a decent cuddle when I’m human, but still small enough to be an easily subdued mate.” He gets the humans’ jeans and boxers off, hesitates, and then tosses them on the floor with a pained expression, “I’ll fold those later.”

“Gonna hold you to that. Also, wanna point out that it wasn’t that easy to subdue me.”

Joseph nuzzles his cheek, claws caressing his thighs, “Barclay, I was jogging while you were sprinting.”

“You coulda caught me right awaAAy ohwhatthefuck.” Tingling heat glides down his throat as Joseph licks a stripe along the skin, “fuck, it, it feels like the time I tried hot wax.”

The cryptid sits up slightly to look at him, “Is that a...good thing?”

“Fuck yeah. I really fucking liked it but it was fucking murder with the chest hair.”

Joseph runs his claws through the hair in question, “I like it.”

“I know, I saw you eyeing me that one time I used the springs at the lodge.”

“You can’t prove anything.” Joseph leans back down, curling his tongue around Barclays left nipple. The sensation makes him buck his hips, which Joseph correctly takes as a signal for more. He moves to the other side, takes his time teasing it and licking down the sensitive center of Barclays chest. Noses his stomach, nips his sides, and slides the alien heat of his tongue into the crease of his thighs.

“Y’know I, ohfuck, I assumed from all that talk yesterday you’d get right to fucking me.”

Joseph kisses the inside of one thigh, “I, um, I thought about it, almost ripped your jeans to shreds and took you on the floor. But I wanted to be sure you were turned on. You’re not just a warm body, Barclay. You’re my mate. That means your pleasure matters as much as mine.” He licks up Barclays’ cock, hardened from rubbing against the soft fur of his belly, and sighs, “and what a mate.”

“Fuck” he squeezes his eyes closed because if we watches that mouth saying everything he wants to hear in between sucking his dick, he’ll cum in ten seconds flat.

A final lick to the tip and then Joseph hops off the bed, “Did you prep the way I told you?”

“Uhhuh.”

“Good.” Joseph returns, sets several items he can’t see by his feet, “that’ll make things easier. First things first” he produces a cock cage, sliding it into place, “these are a few things I smuggled over from my original home. This is enchanted, so it can go on an erect cock but still prevent the wearer from cumming until it’s removed.”

“That’s just cruel, babe.” He sits up on his elbows to kiss Josephs snout, earning him a pleased yip.

“If you cum too fast, I won’t be able to properly breed you.” He winces again, “sorry, I sound like one of Indrids romance novels.”

“Again, gorgeous, I find it really fucking hot.”

The spines on Joseph’s back ripple, “You think I’m gorgeous? Like this?”

“I do. Also kinda scary, but in a hot way.” Now it’s his turn to cringe, “see? I sound like cheap porn written by an eighth grader when I’m horny. The way you sound is fine.”

Joseph lovebites his ear, then retrieves the other two items from the end of the bed.

“And how does this look, big guy?”

“Like it’s either going to kill me or make me cum like a dozen times.” He furrows his brow at the strap-on. It’s narrower than the average human dick, with a pointed, slightly up-curved tip. What’s worrying him are the spikes.

The entire shaft is coated in short protrusions. They don’t end in points, thank god, but if they’re at all stiff this is going to be miserable.

“Here” Joseph waves him over, “touch it.” He guides his fingers along one side and the spines bend fluidly under his touch, and now all he wants to know is how they feel inside him. Joseph also moans, bucking his hips so the toy slides along Barclays palm.

“It’s, ohlord, also enchanted so that the wearer feels it as an extension of their body and can cum with it. Also, please decide in the next thirty seconds whether you want to be on your back or your stomach.” Amber pre-cum drips down Barclay’s fingers.

“Stomach is better for meWHOAH, ohfuck, okay we’re doing this.” Now flipped on his belly, he raises his ass. The cryptid kneads it appreciatively before holding it open and sliding his cock in with once, graceful thrust.

He bottoms out with a groan, which is more articulate than Barclay is managing to be as the spines rub and glide inside him, finding every patch of nerves, every angle to drag against in just the right way. Joseph hauls him onto his knees and then he’s off, growls and yips filling the as he fucks him. Barclay only just registers the bed banging into the wall so forcefully the headboard is cracking when claws sink into his hips and Joseph pulls him all the way onto his cock and pulses into him.

“Holy fuck that was fast.”

“I, I didn’t jack off once today. Didn’t want to waste it, wanted to save it all for my perfect mate.” He’s thrusting again, not as hard but twice as fast, “shit, you feel so good, big guy, please tell me Mama okayed your time off for tomorrow.”

“Wh-why are we talkingAHnnn, about this now?”

Hot breath tickles his ear, “Because now that I know what’s like to cum in you, I don’t plan on cumming anywhere else for the next day and a half.”

“Ohfuckme” Barclay groans happily into the pillows as Joseph empties into him, cries out when his tail whips across his calf.

“Shit, did that hurt?”

“No, no it felt good, fucking-A babe every fucking part of you is amazing.”

The cryptid whines, pleased, and wiggles his hips, giving Barclay an idea.

“That’s, uh, that’s why I want you for my mate, because you’re so fucking goo-mmph” his face presses harder into the pillows as Joseph pins his shoulders down and fucks into him, snarling “yes” over and over again. When he finishes this time he hunches over, nipping Barclay’ shoulders and neck.

“You catch on quick, big guy.”

“Thanks, babe. Uh, are we gonna switch it up at any point or am I staying like this until tomorrow night?”

“No, we can fuck however we want. After” a fuzzy hand rubs circles on Barclay’s abdomen, “I’ve cum in you enough times that I can feel it from out here.”

Barclay moans, tightening around him as his hips snap once more, already imagining being full and fucked out. Maybe it’ll take all night. He’ll be limp if it does, but right now nothing sounds better than melting into the bed while Joseph fucks his ass like it belongs to him.

After forty-five minutes, his cock is aching, his mind holds only thoughts of how good it feels to do as Joseph tells him, and he’s been cum in so many times that wet, obscene sounds accompany the cryptids thrusts. Said sounds pale in comparison to Josephs’ voice, which is spinning increasingly impossible scenarios the longer they’re in bed.

“I hope they take after you.” Joseph murmurs.

Barclay just manages to turn his head, “Who?”

A muzzle playfully nudges his cheek, “Our kids.”

His heart seizes and shakes at the words; they both know that’s not what will happen. Joseph warned him he might say things like this, said he could tell him to knock it off if need be.

“Maybe they’ll, ahnn, they’ll have big, beautiful brown eyes and bigger hearts, just like you.”

He doesn’t want him to stop. Every thrust hits deeper, every point where their skin meets buzzes brighter when he talks like this.

“H-hope at least one looks like you, blue eyes.”

A guttural whine, tingling heat as Joseph laps tenderly at the back of his neck, “We’ll just have to see, usually we’re born in threes so, soOH, oh I’m close, shitshit”

“That’s it babe, fill me up, c’mon, c’mon I want it so bad, Joseph, baby, please.”

There’s a howltrill as cum spurts into him, Joseph panting as he smooths his hand around Barclays side.

“There, that’s done it.”

Barclay whimpers as he pulls out, his mind and body pulled tight, certain that if he doesn’t cum soon he’ll propose marriage instead and that’ll be a fucking disaster.

Joseph carefully rolls him over and unlocks the cage, “Do you want to cum?”

“More than anything. Oh!” he’s unprepared for Joseph to sink down on his cock, “oh fuck, yeah, wanna cum so bad babe please, I’ll be so good, be such a good mate if you just let me cum in y-fuuuck” A trio of sensations levels him as he climaxes; his vision whites out, his hips jerk more violently than they ever have before, and a line of cum drips down his leg.

Somewhere far away, Joseph says, “I think we’ve earned a break.”

He nods, body limp as the cryptid climbs off him. Then he’s falling, spinning helplessly down in a pit of realizations.

Joseph didn’t mean any of those things he said. His friend needed a mate and Barclay, lovesick fool he is, was eager for a chance to play pretend that he didn’t think about what would happen when the game ended. Even if Joseph keeps him here through tomorrow, the next time they meet at the Lodge he’ll act like nothing happened.

Fuck, Barclay didn’t even get to kiss him during all this, and now he’ll never get the chance, never, nevernever-

“Shit, I should have put a towel or a spare blanket down. Now I’ll have to strip the bed before I can--Barclay? Oh, oh baby, what’s wrong?” A hand pets his face and he turns away from it, refusing to open his eyes. Joseph takes his hand instead, “it’s okay, I’m here, whatever you need I’ll-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that. You can’t give me what I need, it isn’t your fault I, I know I’m not really your partner and I, I…” he sniffles, wipes his palm under his eye.

“Barclay, look at me please.”

Reluctantly, he opens his eyes just in time to see Joseph dip down and kiss him. It’s awkward, their mouths not made to fit together, but he savors it all the same because it’s Joseph, his Joseph, kissing him like he hoped he would.

“My heat can make me say some ridiculous things. What it can’t do is make me feel affection where none exists. In fact, the reason I wasn’t able to keep my disguise on yesterday is because being near you meant being near the mate I wanted most in the world. I, um, suspected you might share my feelings, but I didn’t want our first interaction as boyfriend to be me asking if you wanted to spend a day or so with me while I was in a sex haze. But then you offered to help, and I wanted it so badly that I barreled ahead without making sure you understood that this was me declaring my feelings. I’m sorry.”

Barclay climbs into his lap, not caring about the mess he makes in the process. The cryptid laughs, hugs him close.

“I, I shoulda said something sooner too. Not that I regret how we spent our first date.” He kisses Josephs chin.

“Me neither, though I don’t think it quite counts.” He rubs their foreheads together, “can your boyfriend take you out to dinner on Friday?”

Barclay grins, looks into loving, blue eyes, “Yeah, he can.”

#agent stern/barclay #sternclay #reverse!AU #reverse AU #monster march

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norminahs-child · 4 years

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Little Monster (Norminah Adoption Story)

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Dinah giggles, "I'm not. I'm just wondering how I got so lucky to have you." She says, wrapping her arms around Normani's waist and pulling her closer before cuddling into her side. Normani looks at Dinah, "I beg to differ. If anything, I'm the lucky one. You're so amazing..." She mumbles before placing a soft peck on Dinah's lips. Pretty soon, the door busts open, "WAKE UP! ALLY MADE BREAKFAST!" Camila shouts loudly. Normani smile slightly while shaking her head, "We'll be down in a bit, Camila." She says. Camila groans, "Really, Mani?! I told you to call me Mila! When you say my name, it sounds so... Proper." She says with a shudder making Dinah snicker slightly.

Normani sits up with Dinah still holding onto her and tilts her head, "Is that a bad thing?" She asks. Camila shakes her head, "Nope. Just weird." She says. Normani feigned hurt, "Good to know, Mila." She says. Dinah laughs, "We'll be down, Chancho. Tell Ally to make our plates." She says. Camila sends a thumbs up before walking out and closing the door.

Normani shakes her head and stands up, "I don't understand how you deal with her. She's a very nice girl... But, how do you deal with her?" She asks, trying not to sound rude. Dinah laughs, "Baby, chill. She's my best friend. Yeah, she's a little unbearable, but I wouldn't trade her for no one else. Plus, you know she looks up to you." She says, subtly admiring the dark skin beauty that was in nothing but her (Dinah's) shirt, which was a little big on her, and her undergarments.

Normani looks back at Dinah, "I don't understand why. We're about the same height." She says. Dinah rolls her hazel like gold eyes, "You know what I mean, princess." She says, jokingly using the nickname Normani hated. Normani shakes her head, "Still, Dinah Jane. I don't understand. She's a bit of a mystery for a girl so... Bubbly." She says, unsure of what word to use. Dinah slowly stands up and walks to their shared closet, "That she is. We've been best friends since we were little supernaturals and she's still a mystery to me." She says from the closet.

Normani hums, "Interesting..." She mumbles before walking to where Dinah is and wrapping her arms around the taller woman's waist, placing her chin on her shoulder, "Are you going to let me braid your hair again?" Normani asks making Dinah freeze and look back at her, "This is not up for debate, is it?" She asks. Normani shakes her head making Dinah curse under her breath.

After the duo got dressed, they made their way downstairs. Lauren was knocked out with her head on the table, "You didn't get enough sleep, Ralph?" Dinah asks softly. The older female shakes her head sleepily. Being the affectionate person she was, Dinah gently kisses Lauren's head making her sigh softly. Normani smiles softly, "After breakfast, I'm doing your hair." She says making Dinah groan. Camila snickers, "I swear to go-" Ally glares at Camila from the kitchen, "Bananas! I swear when you do Dinah's hair, it sounds like you two are having sex. Like, does getting your hair done hurt that bad?!" She asks. Dinah turns red, "Yea, it does!" She defends. Normani shrugs, "She's way louder when we're having sex." She says making Lauren groan, "Too much information, Manz!" She exclaims as Dinah looked away with a deep red blush. Ally raises an eyebrow, "I guess that sound proof spell and the lock spell came in handy, huh?" She asks, walking out of the kitchen with plates floating above her head.

Ally had on a sports bra and cargo pants. Dinah just buries her face in her hand with a groan, "Can we not?" She asks. Camila just tries to reach for her plate with a pout as Ally kept moving it from her, "Anyways, eat up, children." Ally says while putting their plates down. Dinah and Camila squealed befoee digging in. Normani smiles softly, "Thank you, Allyson." She says greatfully. Ally returns the smile, "No problem, Normani." She responds before sitting down herself.

After the group of five finished eating, Lauren, Ally, and Camila had to endure an hour and a half of Dinah screaming and crying because her head hurts, "DAMN IT, DINAH! IT DOES NOT HURT THAT BAD, BE QUIET!" Normani snaps. Dinah glares up at Normani through tearfilled eyes, "YES IT DOES, ASSHOLE! YOU KNOW I'M SENSITIVE!" She shouts back. They continued shouting at each other as the other three laughed loudly at the duo. It was unusual to see Normani shouting or showing any type of emotion, so they were enjoying it.

After Normani was done with Dinah's hair, Dinah held a mean ass glare towards the neutral shorter girl. Normani stands up and walks over to the obviously butt hurt Dinah, grips her by her neck and places a soft, passionate kiss on her lips. Just like that, all Dinah's anger and pain disappeared in an instant. Dinah didn't know if it was because of Normani's powers or Dinah's overwhelming love for her to stay mad. Normani broke away from the kiss, "Feel a little better?" She asks, her eyes glowing red. Dinah's eyes glowed gold, "Y-Yes..." She says.

Ally awwed while Lauren and Camila gagged, "Anyway, Cheechee, you're hair looks amazing!" Camila exclaims,

Lauren nods, "Yeah! Braids look good on you girl!" She says. Normani smiles softly, "Call me a miracle worker because I swear on everything evil, I was about to hurt Dinah." She growls playfully making everyone laugh. Dinah leans her head on Normani's shoulder, "Um, Normani." Dinah says. Normani got an instant red flag. Dinah doesn't really call her by her first name unless something was wrong or if she needed to get something off of her chest.

Normani kisses her forehead, "What's wrong, my love?" She asks. Dinah stands up and gently drags her by the stairs leading to the second floor. Dinah sits down on the second step with a nervous look. Normani started to get a little worried. Dinah's whole aura was a blueish color which meant she was scared. Dinah's normal aura was white, "What's wrong?" Normani asks while sitting down beside her wife of 3 years.

Dinah nervously looks around, "Baby I... I love you, and you know this..." She starts making Normani sweat slightly, Oh god, is she trying to divorce me? Was all that ran through Normani's head. As if Dinah read her thoughts, she reaches over and squeezes Normani's hand, giving her a sweet kiss, "It's nothing bad, Mani. I promise." Dinah reassures, easing Normani's nerves slightly. Dinah lets out a shaky sigh, "Mani, I want a child." She says making Normani's eyes widen, "Um, DJ... Do you not know that we are both women?" She asks, clearly stating the obvious.

Dinah lets out a breathy chuckle, "I know, Mani... I want to adopt. I want to adopt with you. I want us to have a family, Normani. Yeah, Camila, Lauren, and Ally are our family, but I want a daughter." She says. Normani was unsure. It's not like she didn't want to expand her family with Dinah, she just wasn't sure about a kid, "I-I don't know, Dinah." Normani says, almost instantly regreting what she said as she saw the heartbreak in Dinah's eyes, "Wh-Why, Normani? D-Do you n-not want a f-family with me?" She stutters out, her voice cracking badly.

Normani shakes her head, "That's not it... It's just I... I don't know, what if I'm not a good mom? What if I turn out like my parents?" She asks. Dinah cups Normani's cheek, "Look at me... You won't turn out like your parents. They left you, they abused you. You're nothing like them. You'll be an amazing mom... We'll be amazing moms with Lauren, Camila, and Ally being amazing aunties. Give it a chance, baby..." Dinah begs. Normani stares into Dinah's hazel eyes, "I... Okay. I'll give it a try..." She says softly making Dinah smile.

End Chapter~

#wattpad #norminah #fifth harmony #gxglesbianlgbt #gxg imagine #supernatural #saved in my drafts

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namluve · 4 years

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↳ 4th floor | hyunjin x reader | 1.8k | drabble | 18+ genre: smut with a lil fluff, established relationship warnings: soft dom!hyunjin, sub!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise, possesivness, size kink, low-key exhibitionism, a little spit play, a little spanking

your boyfriend is a little distracted by you when he comes home from one of his morning runs. It’s a good thing the two of you live on the 4th floor.

note: danica you beautiful, talented, perfect minx. happy birthday!! I hope you enjoy this as a little bird told me you were starting to get into hyunjin and I only inteend to make it worse for you. enjoy my love <3

beta read by the lovely @btsxdoll and looked over by @meowxyoong, thank you both so much <3

Hyunjin was tall, and he loved to use it to his advantage. Placing your favourite cup on the highest shelf, loving how you struggled reaching it. Sometimes even asking for his help. His tall lean body leaned over yours as he brought it down for you. His face a little close to yours for it to just be an innocent act.

You liked to mess with him as well. Bringing the showerhead down so he would almost hit his head on it whenever he stepped into the shower. An annoyed sigh leaving his lips as he had to readjust it again.

It was all fun and games for the two of you, no one was really bothered by it. You teased each other quite often. It made living together more fun and at times, the perfect opportunity to use your height difference for the better.

You didn’t think Hyunjin was home today when you climbed up the countertop to get your cup. Hyunjin had just gotten back from his morning run when he saw you in the kitchen, right hand reaching for the cup placed neatly on the top shelf. His white shirt from yesterday that you were wearing rose up at your attempt to reach the cup. Showing off your black lace panties perfectly for him. The sight awakens a certain desire in him.

As he let out a groan, he went over to you. His presence startled you at first. His front pressed against your back as he reached for the cup. He effortlessly brought it down, placing it on the counter beside you. When you turned around, you smiled. Placing a quick kiss upon your boyfriend’s lips. Muttering ‘thank you’ to him.

“Why didn’t you just ask for my help?” He asked, taking hold of your thighs with his hands. Dragging you to the edge, placing himself in between your thighs. You placed your hands on his shoulders, finding balance and comfort. Feeling his half hard cock press against your core. Your eyes fluttered as you looked up, meeting his eyes. His head was still above yours, despite the fact that you sat on the kitchen counter.

“I didn’t know you were home.” You honestly replied and Hyunjin hummed, closing the distance between you two. He kissed you passionately. One hand on your thigh as the other one gently took hold of your face. One of your hands sneaked its way into his hair. Tugging his hair lightly, his long hair getting tangled more and more for every second that passes.

Hyunjin hands moved to the inside of your thighs, parting them even more. Making more space for him between your legs. They then went over to your butt, dragging you even closer to the edge. His cock now pressing against your pussy. Earning a moan from you as you feel the tingles going down your whole body. Your body was ready for whatever he wanted to do with you.

Breaking the kiss, Hyunjin took a second to look at you. His t-shirt that you were wearing was still on. Covering way too much for his liking. Taking hold of him, he pulled it from your body. The fabric dropping to the kitchen floor.

Panicked, you looked out of the window, covering your boobs. “What if anyone sees?” You gasp at your boyfriend’s sudden attack on your breasts as he takes hold of your wrists. Holding them on either side of your body.

“Let them,” he growled. His mouth working diligently on your nipples. Kissing, sucking, biting down slightly. He earned those sweet moans that came from your mouth with each tug, kiss and bite. Marking you up as he always would.

“Let them see what a good girl you are for me. Always letting me play with you anywhere and everywhere. Because you are my good girl, aren’t you?” At his words, your body felt as if it were burning up. You craved to be as close to him as possible. To have him in you. To feel him as deep in you as possible.

Besides, your apartment was on the fourth floor. There wasn’t even that high of a chance anyone could see you. You were also way to horny to be thinking about that now.

“Please…” You mewled and Hyunjin stopped playing with your boobs. A loud pop was heard as he let go of the nipple he was playing with. A smirk on his lips as he let go of your wrists. One hand moving to take hold of your face gently, the other one pinched down on your left nipple, hard.

Crying out, you arched your back, pressing your chest towards him. Kissing your forehead softly, Hyunjin let go of your nipple and moved his hands in between your thighs. His point finger making light traces on your bundle of nerves over the fabric covering your core.

“Look at me,” he commanded, and you opened your eyes. You hadn’t even noticed you’d closed them in the first place. Looking him in the eyes as he pulled your panties to the side, his point finger tracing your folds. Collecting wetness to work on your bundle of nerves. Moaning, you almost closed your eyes as he began circling it.

“Nah ah, stay with me baby.” His voice got deeper as his gaze intensified. Eyes set on your face to watch your reactions. With your mouth open, Hyunjin took the opportunity to move the hand on your face slightly more towards your chin. His thumb entering your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. Your spit started to drool down your face.

“You’re a messy girl, aren’t you?” He asked, taking his thumb out of your mouth. Wiping your spit around your lips.

“For you.” You answered and your boyfriend was more than pleased with it. Moving the finger that was tracing your clit to the entrance to your pussy. Tracing it lightly before he let it slip inside. His finger easily entered you with how wet you were.

“Are you this wet for me too?”

“Yes, only you.” You quickly answered. Your eyes almost flutter close again once he let a second finger slip inside you. Fingering you at a slow pace, moving his fingers in and out before he started scissoring you. You clenched your pussy at the blissful feeling, feeling the hand that Hyunjin was holding on your face leave. Only for it to lightly slap your thigh.

“I need you to focus and relax. How’s my dick supposed to fit inside you if I can’t stretch you out properly?” Upon his words, you took a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time Hyunjin had spanked you in order to ground you, to make you focus. He was big, you both knew that and if you wanted him inside you, had to relax. You knew that.

Your boyfriend would always take his time preparing you. Making sure you were ready for his dick as he never wanted to hurt you. Stretching you out until you were begging him to just fuck you already. His skilful fingers drawing out moans and pleas from you.

“You think you ready for me baby?” He asked, wanting to verbally hear your consent, to know you truly wanted this. On the kitchen counter, where anyone could see you getting fucked if they looked up towards your window.

“Yes please.”

“Just give me a sec baby, then I’ll give you all that you want.” Hyunjin said as he removed his shirt, sweatpants and boxers. Letting them drop to the floor. Taking hold of your panties, he removed them. Adding them to the pile of clothes on the kitchen floor.

“Breath for me baby.” He said, caressing your face with one hand as the other one was wrapped around his dick. Guiding the tip to gently enter you. Your wet walls welcome his dick as he pushed it further and further inside of you. Standing still when almost all of it was in, allowing you to get used to his size.

“Such a good girl, always taking my dick so well.” He praised, stroking your hair as he placed a gentle kiss upon your lips. Starting to thrust into you when you started to whine and move your hips. Begging him to fuck you good as he always would.

With deep and slow strokes, Hyunjin fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm with each trust. Hitting your g-spot with almost every thrust, you were an incoherent whimpering mess for him. Just like he wanted you to be.

His hand going down to play with your clit as he felt you clenching around him. Pulling you closer to him. Your body almost limp with all the pleasure you were feeling. Your head is lying against his chest. Putting your complete trust in him. In that he would hold you both up. The sweat on your body slowly dripping down upon the kitchen counter.

“You close baby? Wanna cum with me?” He asked and you just moaned loudly, unable to speak as you felt yourself being pushed right to the edge. Speeding up, Hyunjin thrusted harder into you, his fingers on your clit going a little faster but still with the same light pressure. Drawing you over the edge. A tear slipping down your cheek as you came. Hyunjin came closely after as he felt you clenched so deliciously around his dick.

His movements on your clit slowed down, letting you ride your high for as long as possible. Only removing his fingers once you start to move your body away from him. Oversensitivity kicking in soon after your orgasm had faded.

Both panting and holding onto each other, you took a moment to just catch your breaths. Enjoying each other's embrace before you were painfully aware you were in your kitchen, where anyone could see you.

“Shit, people can see us.” You mutter, looking outside through the window. No one in sight as far as you’re concerned. A sigh of relief left your lips. Hyunjin looked towards where you were looking. Quickly realizing what you were referring to.

“Oh yeah… we should totally shower as well... I’m all sticky from my run and this didn’t make it any better.” You scoff at his words, lightly slapping his chest. His face turning towards yours, slightly offended with a baby pout on his lips.

“Yeah, and who’s idea was it to do it in the kitchen?” You asked and he only smiled, moving closer to your ear as he whispered.

“And who was it that begged me to continue?”

That was the first of many times you and Hyunjin would take advantage of the kitchen counter. You might have even pulled the panty t-shirt trick one more time… or two… Your mornings become way more interesting than they were before.

#kpopscape #stayhavennet #skz smut #skz fanfiction #hyunjin smut #hyunjin fanfic

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s3r-en-d1p-ity · 5 years

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just friends (pt. 2) - t. chalamet x reader

really no one asked for a part 2 but I had it in my drafts then one person asked so here, one person that I love dearly :) @eternaleviee

pairing: reader x timotheé chalamet

warnings: swearing, mentions of the hanky panky

part 1 , part 3

lil recap: just a background, how they met, the beginning of their friendship, when y/n had a lil crush on timo

It was tearing you apart. Eating at your insides, making you feel all guilty inside. You’ve been telling yourself all these years that your crush on Timotheé had vanished, but in reality, it had grown stronger and you didn’t even realize it.

How didn’t you realize it? You aren’t sure. You told yourself the butterflies in your stomach was the happiness of seeing your best friend.

You were in love with Timotheé, and you couldn't ignore or deny it anymore. And it was all because of a little comment. A stupid comment on an Instagram post of you two.

the way they look at each other... y/n looks at him like he puts the stars in her sky.

“Like he puts the stars in her sky.” That made it all the more complex, but much more sense. Timotheé did put the stars in her sky. He put the happiness in her life. The hope.

You were brought out of your thoughts when Timotheé tugged on your wrist, pulling you down Hollywood Boulevard. The simple touch sent jolts up her arm and shivers down her spine.

“I don’t understand why I had to get so dressed up.” You grumbled, looking down at your black dress and heels. “Aren’t we just meeting our friends?”

“Yeah, but we’re going to Chateau Marmont and there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” He grinned over his shoulder. Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you felt sick.

The last time he said that, you met Reilyn. His controlling, invasive ex-girlfriend that stole all of his time. There was someone else, now.

You sighed and put on a fake smile, nodding. You wished you never read that comment. Maybe you wouldn’t feel so sick to your stomach right now.

You arrived at the restaurant and Timotheé spoke to a waiter before following him to a booth in the very back, in a different room then everyone else. You saw your whole friend group, and an unfamiliar girl sitting next to (y/b/f). Everyone looked up when you two arrived, and the unfamiliar girl got up and smiled at Timotheé, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

I should’ve stayed in bed. You thought, scanning her. She had shoulder length blonde hair, beautiful facial structure, and perfect height.

She turned to you, and held out a hand. “Hi, I’ve heard about you a lot. Timo talks about you all the time.” She smiled politely.

Funny, I haven’t heard a word about you. You looked over at Timotheé, seeing him stare at the both of you nervously. You were the only person who ever called him Timo.

“It’s nice to meet you...” You went on, gesturing for her name.

Something flashed in her eyes, and her gaze flickered to Timotheé for a short second. He hung his head and she looked back over at you. “Lily.”

“Nice to meet you, Lily.” You smiled, shaking her hand. She smiled back and returned back to her seat. You sat at the open seat next to one of your friends and got lost in conversation, but couldn’t shake the thought of Lily and Timotheé out of your mind.

“I think you should tell him.” Harry shrugged, taking a sip of his tea.

You and Harry Styles had been friends for a while. You collaborated on a song and continued to be very good friends after that, and you often went to each other for advice.

“He’s dating Lily.” You reminded him, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I know. But if he never told you about her and he always talks about you, there’s something going on. Tell him, y/n/n. YOLO.” Harry smiled, nudging your hand that was resting on the table at the small cafe you were at.

You looked up from your cup, narrowing your eyes. “Never say that again.” You tried not to laugh. He laughed, which only made you laugh.

“Just promise me you’ll try.” He realized you weren't going to tell him. You sighed, and nodded.

“I’ll try.”

Nope. Nope. You weren't going to tell him. You went over to his place in hopes that he was alone, but as soon as you got to the door you heard the moans and headboard slapping.

That was almost a week ago, and you couldn't get the noises out of your mind. You missed being on tour and being occupied every second so you had no time to overthink anything. Now, you were doubting everything.

A few days after the... incident, you went out for coffee with Lily and Timotheé, determined to force yourself to like her. There was nothing not to like, except for the fact she was dating him.

You proved yourself wrong. The whole time, she was glaring at you while Timotheé tried to engage in conversation. When he got up to go get another coffee, she was off on a rant about how you were obsessed with Timotheé and that you needed to stay away. As soon as Timmy came back, you said your goodbyes quickly and rushed out of the cafe, your blood boiling.

It took a week for Timotheé to realize you were acting strange. He walked in unannounced to your apartment just in time to see your regular fuck buddy, Jack come out.

He was pulling his t-shirt over his head, and once it was over his torso, Timotheé could see that he was panting. His eyes snapped up him, and he nodded. “Sup, dude.” Jack breathed out, smiling at him before leaving the apartment.

Timotheé felt his heart clench and he rolled his eyes. He wanted to like Jack, he really did, but he couldn’t bring himself too. He sighed and walked to your bedroom, where you were getting back into bed.

“What did you forget, Jack?” You sighed, your back facing him. You climbed under the covers and then you noticed Timotheé standing by the door, wearing a jean jacket, a graphic tee, and grey sweatpants. “Oh. It’s you.”

Timotheé scoffed. “Yeah, it’s me. Sorry to disappoint.” He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Not happy to see me?”

You shrugged, but your insides were going crazy. Push back all the feelings. Don’t let him know. “Nice girlfriend.” Was all you said, pulling the covers up to your chin.

“This is about Lily.” He acknowledged. “I don't understand. Every time I get a girlfriend, you hate her. What’s wrong with you? Why won't you let me be happy?” You scoffed, turning over to look at him. “Let you be happy? That’s exactly what I’m trying to do! Every time you bring a girl near me, she automatically sees me as a threat. That’s why I stay away, so I don’t fuck up whatever is happening. I know you like Lily, and that’s why I haven’t been talking to you! She hates me, so I hate her. Just don’t bring her near me and we’ll be good.” You went off, throwing your hands up in the air at the end.

Timmy didn’t say anything, just raised his eyebrows. You stared at him, waiting for a response.

“...Sounds like you have a crush on me.” He shrugged, smirking at you.

Your heart sped up, afraid that he had caught you. Now everything was ruined. But you were going to do your best to deny it. “Grow the fuck up, Timotheé. This isn’t 2nd grade. I’m trying to be a good person.” You growl, laying back down and turning your back to him.

It was quiet, again. Then, you felt Timmy’s hands on your back, pushing you over. Then he was climbing in next to you, and he wrapped an arm around you. “Don’t be mad at me, please.” He mumbled, his forehead resting on your back.

God, curse you for falling for this scrawny, adorable, stubborn boy that is Timotheé Chalamet.

“I told you, I’m not mad at you.” You grumbled, trying to ignore the goosebumps on your skin from the arm that rested just below your breasts.

“You are. You’re just not admitting it,” He mumbled, his lips brushing against your skin with every word. The small action sent chills down your entire body. You couldn’t take this anymore. You thought you were going to explode if you didn't tell him.

“God damnit, Timotheé.” You whined, sitting up. You looked behind you to see Timotheé still laying down, staring at you. “How fucking oblivious can you be? How could you not see? Or maybe you did, and you’re doing this on purpose.” You shook your head, getting up.

“Slow down, y/n/n. What the fuck is going on?” Timmy furrowed his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“I’m fucking in love with you, Timotheé. I have been for years. You were too blind to see and I was too scared to tell. Are you happy now? You can get rid of me and go see your precious girlfriend. I’m staying away because I’m jealous, god.” You spilt out, not caring anymore. You kept your eyes anywhere but Timothee’s face.

“Y/n.” Timotheé said.

You sighed. “How hard is it for you to understand? I’m waiting. Just break my heart and leave.”

Your eyes finally landed on Timotheé only to see him centimeters away from your face. Then, he was leaning in and kissing you.

The feeling felt nothing like you thought it would. You thought it would bring butterflies to your stomach and make you feel all giddy, but it just ignited the flame inside you even more and your whole body felt like an oven. You didn’t realize you were kissing back until your fingers were tugging at his hair.

Your lips moved sloppily, but with so much passion. The way Timotheé’s hands fisted your shirt said it all. You were sure after this, there was no way you were going to be able to let him leave.

He was pulling you closer and closer to him, until there was no room in between you two. But then, his phone started ringing.

He told you to ignore it, but you shook your head and pulled away from him, using all your self restraint to do so. You were breathing heavily and so was he as he grabbed his phone, to see the contact name on the screen.

Lily.

so... part 3? idk. only if y'all wanna see it. this really did suck and I wanted to make it longer but I am a very shittayyyy writer.

check out my other stories here !! this is my first timo imagine, so there are no others for him unfortunately! I have written one piece for sweet pea from Riverdale and 2 for Kian Lawley :)

hope u all enjoy ur day!!! luv u <3

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actuallykiwi · 4 years

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Phoenix

Fan-written Mass Effect 3 Epilogue

The Reapers are destroyed. The galaxy knows peace once more. Mostly. Amid the crashed ruins of the Citadel, the “Hero of the Galaxy”, Jane Shepard, lies barely alive. It takes a keen eye from one team of paramedics to find her broken body. The galaxy was saved, but now it’s Shepard’s turn once more.

So many bodies. So much debris. The next four or five generations would be seeing the scars of the Reaper War. Clean-up had only been going on for about 48 hours. Most of the Citadel ended up in the ocean, but that still left a lot of it on the shore. “Shore” being 1/3 of Manhattan. The rest of it was reported flying back down on London.

Evening was falling. Dawson and his team of paramedics were part of the New York Search & Rescue (NYSR) squad, scouring any and every part of the Citadel debris that landed in New York. They were looking for anything or anyone they could salvage, but so far, no signs of life had been detected. And the damage the explosion had done, the damage the Reapers did to the citizens of the Citadel... they would all have mental scars for the rest of their lives. Dawson’s team only had 45 minutes left until they had to call it a day. The hardest part of the job was finding and identifying every single body they found. And today they found... less than yesterday, but a staggering, heart-wrenching number nonetheless.

Dawson, stone-faced as usual, helped his teammate load another poor asari onto the shuttle before climbing over the debris back to where he was. He wanted to leave so bad. But someone had to do this job. He sighed as he turned off his flashlight and sat on jagged metal slab, head in his hands.

It was only when he sat completely still that he heard it.

He couldn’t be imagining it. He shot up and stood quietly. There, ever-so-quietly to his left, he could hear it.

Breathing.

Raspy, soft, labored breathing. Someone was still alive.

Dawson almost dropped his flashlight to turn it on, but quickly and carefully tread to the source. “I’ve got a live one over here!” His heart was racing as he reached the dark figure and his teammates began to trek over to him. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the N7 tag, bloody and crumpled, but there. The flashlight glided over their hardly-moving torso, over the various scars and broken bones, the bloody, singed black hair, and to the nearly-mangled face of none other than...

“OH MY GOD! IT’S COMMANDER SHEPARD!!!!”

And then chaos. Every team that was close enough to hear him immediately rushed to his position. Dawson and a few other men began clearing the rubble around her body as carefully as possible. At least a dozen paramedics stood by ready for action.

“We need as much medi-gel as we can spare over here, NOW!”

“Oh my God, Shepard’s still alive?!”

“Get anyone that worked on the Lazarus project in an OR!”

“Has anyone been able to reach the Normandy crew yet?!”

Shepard’s unconscious body was delicately placed on a gurney, and a dozen or more tubes were now sticking out of her every which way. They had to move through the debris to the nearest landing zone for the chopper to receive her. From there, it was a short ride to the hospital.

“You’ll be alright, Commander. Just hang in there!”

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I need more medi-gel in here! That rubble was keeping her from bleeding out!

Voices. They were faint, but she could still hear them clearly. All she could see was white. Then black once more.

Keep that IV in. She’s gonna be in a hell of a lot of pain whenever she comes to. You mean if she comes to. She will. She’s Commander Shepard, after all, this wouldn’t be the first time she’s beat death.

She could smell this time. It certainly smelled like a hospital. Then black again.

Shepard, I’m almost certain you’re immortal at this point.

That voice. Miranda? It had to be.

I’m not sure if you can hear me, but you’ve done it again. You’ve cheated death. Though this was a bit different than last time. We don’t have the tools we did in Cerberus, during Lazarus. And I’ll be honest, you’re in... much worse condition this time. You’re an actual miracle if you wake up... But I know you. You will.

She felt slight pressure on her head. A gentle rub.

You lucky bastard.

Blackness.

This time was a whole host of voices. She could recognize each one distinctly, but still didn’t have the strength to respond.

“-and yet here we are. Here you are. Somehow still kicking. I’m honestly a little scared of you now.” Joker.

“Now? I always have been! To come back from death once was scary enough, but now? To still be alive after all that?? Shepard, I could almost worship you.” Laughter from sweet Tali.

“I don’t know about worship, but I definitely believe you’re immortal, or close to it.” Kaiden.

“I’m just glad you are still alive, even though you’re not with us.” Liara.

“Alright, her pulse is rising, give her her space.” Dr. Chakwas. And from the distance, she must have been standing right outside the door. A few more people said things, complained, pats on the shoulder, but began to fade away.

But someone was missing. Whose voice was she missing? She wanted to hear it, to-

And then a hand was around hers. Gently on her cheek. And that voice, right above her...

“Come back to us, soon. We miss you. I miss you... It’s empty without you here.” Garrus. Garrus Vakarian. Her pulse slowed back down to normal and she could feel herself breathe with relief. She heard him chuckle. “That’s my girl. Keep breathing, and open those pretty eyes soon.” She felt him kiss her forehead.

She was beginning to fade out again, but she could just make out him asking Chakwas if he could stay. She argued, stating “if he did, they would all want to”, but she begrudgingly accepted. She felt his hand around hers again, and then everything went quiet.

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It was silent, minus the beeping of the heart monitor. Steady. That’s good. It took effort, but she moved. A twitch of the hand. A nudge of the shoulder. Face squinting. And hoo-boy, she was sore. A little grunt came from inside her, and for the first time in God knows how long, her blue eyes welcomed the pale ceiling. She could feel the cold nightgown across her torso, which was also strangely freezing. It was a slow process to move anything. At first it was just her eyes, which glimpsed the ceiling, window to her left, monitor to her right, and monitor on the wall, displaying her name, condition, date, etc.

Then, her head, moving to fully look at everything, including her turian boyfriend sleeping soundly on the chair. She grunted again, trying to move her arms and legs, and found it more difficult to move her whole left side. She swallowed, painfully, and mustered what little strength she had to call his name.

“G-Garrus...”

Her voice was raspy and quiet, but audible. He snorted and slowly woke up. He looked over at her. She stared sleepily back, and smiled as big as she could manage. “Hi...”

“JANE!” With his height, he was over to her in one bound, hugging her as gently yet as tightly as he could. She grunted and laughed, groaning from pain. “I knew you’d be back, nothing can keep you down. God, I missed you!”

“I.. missed you too.” She whispered, forcing her right arm to hug him back. He released her and held her hand as he sat by her. It was only when his other hand wiped her cheek did she realize she cried a little. From joy or pain, she couldn’t tell, but she was happy to see him, too.

“I know it’s probably difficult to talk, so I’ll answer your questions before you ask. Yes, the galaxy is safe. You did it. The Reapers are destroyed. But also so is most synthetic life. I say most because, it was all, but the quarians managed to bring the geth back online, which the quarians are doing great by the way, and we’re working on bringing EDI back. She’s a bit... different from the geth, a bit more complicated, but we got some experts to look at her and she’ll be back soon. Like you.” He smiled at her. “The Citadel was destroyed though, as well as all those who didn’t evacuate in time. A good percentage did, but there’s still so many casualties... Most of it landed in the ocean, then some in London, and the rest here, in New York. You’re in a hospital in New York, by the way. Miranda, Chakwas, and a few other professionals and people from the Lazarus project we could find fixed you up as best as they could. Which, by the way, uh... was... most, of you.”

Garrus reached for her left arm and lifted it up for her. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised to be looking at metal. She flexed her new metal fingers, testing it out, and found that it only felt a little heavier than normal, but otherwise fine. “Your whole left body was... in bad shape. Well, you had no arm or leg, and a chunk of your side was chiseled, but the best smiths on this side of the universe got you replacements real quick. I didn’t even have to use my bad boy charm to convince them to give them to you.” They both chuckled.

Shepard shuffled her left leg a bit. Sure enough, it was slightly heavier too. That would also explain why her side was freezing; it was metal. “You also have several broken bones, but I’ll let Chakwas explain all that.”

He cupped her cheek again and sighed. “I’m glad you’re back. I’m buying you a whole bar worth of drinks once we get out of here.” She grinned. “I’ll take you up on that...” He laughed, and leaned down to kiss her. Her metal arm draped around his shoulders and their hands tightened together.

A moment after pulling apart, Dr. Chakwas softly knocked on the wall and approached. “Glad to see you’re awake, Commander. We missed you.” Chakwas gave her a quick, soft hug. After their greeting, she gave her a rundown of all her injuries. Thankfully, most injuries were on the outside, including: a new arm, leg, and a few new ribs, multiple permanent scars on her face and torso, skull fractures, and her other leg broken. Inside, slight internal bleeding, which surprisingly was already healed.

“You were found about 2 months ago, and I suppose you just awoke today. In terms of your new synthetic attachments, your entire left side of your body...” She cleared her throat and read from a tablet. “Your omni-tool is hardwired into your arm, so you can now even activate it without it your armor. It also comes with a hidden blade in both your arm and leg, so the omni-blade is no longer necessary, but there just in case. Your middle finger has a laser now, though I’m sure you can guess who chose that location in design.” She rolled her eyes. Garrus chuckled. “There’s also a long list of other goodies in your synthetic attachments that I’m sure you’re just dying to have me read off to you, but I’ll send it to your omni-tool because I have no desire to do so, and I need to do a quick physical before-”

“SHEPARD!!!!”

“-that.”

The entire Normandy crew had their commander surrounded, and were showering her in tears and welcomes and hugs and jabs and... you get the picture. It was emotional.

The whole next month was like that. Garrus and Shepard had a movie night that ended as... passionately as it could. Joker compared notes about the usefulness of Shepard’s legs to his now. Liara, Tali, and Miranda had something like a tea party with her, only it was wine. So, a wine party. Samantha had a heart-to-heart with her. Joker brought a newly-revived EDI with him, and they agreed to go on a double date soon. Jack played with Shepard’s middle finger laser and discovered the arm came with minor biotic capabilities. She broke the monitor on the wall.

Eventually, Shepard started taking physical therapy, but to be safe, they kept her in a wheelchair.

She rolled out to the hospital balcony overlooking the city, and took a deep breath. It was her first time seeing the destruction herself. It was covered in bulldozers and other cleaning machines by this point, and several hundred people were packing up for the day. Even from here she could see the more massive pieces of the Citadel sticking out of the ocean. How she survived that, she would never know.

“Gonna miss that place, for sure. Especially my favorite spot.” Garrus walked up beside her, arm draped behind her.

“You’re never gonna let me live that down, are you?” “Nope.” They both laughed.

She sighed. “...Honestly, I’ll miss it, too. But I’m just glad this is all over. What was it you said? You wanted to retire someplace tropical, or something?” He nodded. “Yep. With you, of course. We’ll still adopt a little krogan, if you want.”

“We could adopt Grunt.” She suggested. There was a pause. Then they both burst out laughing.

“I know I’ve said it a million times by now, but God, I missed you, Shepard.”

“Oh, you’re back to calling me Shepard, now? I was convinced you didn’t know my first name for the longest time.”

He shrugged. “I know what it is, but I figured I’d call you that a bit longer before i change it.”

“Change it?”

“Yeah. I was thinking something along the lines of ‘Jane Vakarian’.” He looked at her and smiled warmly. “What do you think?”

Jane reached for his hand and returned the smile. “Y’know, I really like the sound of that.”

The End

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the-final-raven · 4 years

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Flower Festival

"Asra!" A petite woman yelled, bushing wisps of strawberry hair behind her ear as she pointed, "Why do you always disappear on me?" She muttered, shaking her head.

'Find!' A red panda jumped off of Parisa's shoulder, weaving around her legs.

"Yes, Nikki," She smiled fondly, crouching down to pet her ears, "Help me find him please?"

Nikki chirped in response.

Parisa nodded, standing back up looking around at the ballroom. Velvety flowers wound around the pillars like ivy vines, covering the room in splashes of bright blues and beautiful pinks. Blossoms covered the floor, falling from ladies' hair as they swayed with their loves across the floor.

Princess Navra was dancing in the center of the crowd, bringing lonely party-goers into the fray- perhaps hoping she could play match-maker in the process.

She turned to the other woman, beaming, "Oh! Parisa!" Navra ran over, taking her hands and twirling her, "You look stunning, and I'm happy to see that you attended."

Parisa's face heated with embarrassment, looking down at her sweetheart peach dress- embellished with silvery cherry blossoms. It was Asra's handiwork, and she couldn't deny how well it had turned out. "Thank you, and I was easy to convince actually," She laughed, "I had to convince Asra though,"

"I bet you won him over with the dress." The princess elbowed her side, grinning mischievously.

"If I know Asra, I could only imagine that he knew what he was doing," Julien drawled, leaning his chin on the top of Parisa's head if only to showcase their near-comical height difference.

She elbowed his ribs, her face heating up more, "Shut up,"

The princess decided to go back to dancing, leaving them be.

"Never." He rubbed his side, "And that was a little rude."

"Julien, stop tormenting the poor girl," Idella crossed her arms, looking up at her husband with big green eyes and trying not to laugh, "She's going to explode."

He laughed, wrapping his arms around her, "Yes ma'am. I'll let her calm down."

"Excuse me, I'm still here," Parisa's freckled nose scrunched up. In a moment of utter betrayal, Nikki jumped up to rest on Idella's shoulder, nuzzling her cheek.

She smoothed out her silk violet dress, smirking as she pets the red panda, "Hello sweetie, and don't worry, we're just messing with you Para."

She rolled her blue eyes, eyeing Nikki in disappointment. "Oh well-" She looked at Della's dress,"-so, Julien?"

The doctor looked up, having been keeping himself busy by messing with his wife's ginger curls, "Hm?"

"How did you manage to get Della into a dress? A really nice one at that." This was, of course, out of character for the woman. She'd grown up as a pirate and had learned very quickly that wearing a dress was impractical- supposedly the 'pirate princess' aesthetic wasn't grounded by fact, or so Parisa was told.

"I wear dresses when I want to!"

"I bribed her with sweets from the other rooms," Julien whispered to Parisa, causing the two to dissolve into laughter.

"I have no reason for shame." Idella crossed her arms.

"Of course not," He pecked her cheek.

Parisa swooned, smiling softly, "Aw, cute. Speaking of which- have you seen Asra?"

Julien's eyes lit up, "Oh! Yes! He's in the garden," He ran a hand through his auburn hair, "Thank god I remembered that," He muttered.

She laughed, grabbing her familiar before making her way to the hallway. Lights and banners were strung across the walls, making it damn-near impossible for her not to smile. Nadia had outdone herself this year- every detail had been taken into account. Perhaps she was trying to make up for lasts year's fiasco.

'That probably isn't the right word.'

It made Parisa think about how far they'd all gotten. They could have died- hell, she DID die... her and Asa looked The Devil in the face and succeeded. It sounded insane, and perhaps if there weren't as many witnesses she would have thought she had been on shrooms and imagined it.

As Parisa dove deeper into her thoughts, she nearly missed the place exit, making a sharp turn and walking out with a little awkward laugh as a few people gave her weird looks.

Asa was sitting on the lip of the fountain, looking up when he heard her laugh. He couldn't help but laugh with her, looking like a fool in love.

'I thought I was the fool.' She took on a fond expression. Nikki jumped off of her, running up to Asra and hopping onto his lap,

'Found him!'

Parisa smiled, sitting down next to Asa and leaning her head on his shoulder, "Hey handsome," She murmured.

"Hello," He kissed her forehead, brushing her hair behind her ear, "You know I love you, right?" He whispered.

"Of course, I love you two. What's brought this up?" She turned to him. He took her hand, starting to play with her fingers,

"I just want to make sure I tell you enough," He cupped her cheek, kissing her softly. Parisa smiled against his lips, running a hand through his hair,

"You do, trust me,"

Asra pulled back, leaning his head into her hand "If you aren't annoyed, I'm not saying it enough,"

"I will never be annoyed," Parisa nuzzled his nos, curling up against him. She couldn't have been any more sincere.

He looked up at her, his violet eyes softening as he beamed "Then I'll never say it enough," He whispered. They stayed there for a long time even after most of the people had returned home, watching the stars and just staying in each other's embrace.

"You know," Parisa smiled, turning to the white-cotton haired man next to her, "I like this year better." Her eyes lit up as she giggled, and once again Asra was reminded why he loved her.

'Bad Devil!' Faust poked her head out of Asra's collar, flicking her tongue and nuzzling his cheek.

'Devil?' Nikki looked around.

Parisa laughed, petting the two familiars, "Don't worry, there are no goats."

"Thank god." He sighed, wrapping her up in his arms.

"Shoosh," She snuggled closer to him.

"Never, flower girl,"

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I actually have something to contribute to @timmys-and-scribbles and @leatherandsaltybitters Arcana Flower Festival challenge! I may not be an artist, but I really hope y’all enjoy this fluffy lil one-shot. <3

Meet my apprentices- because I feel too bad to use one for all the routes ;-;

@arcanaflowerfestival2020

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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@loveletterstoledger asked:

hi honey❤️ i’d really like a Patrick matchup if it’s not too much trouble. so my name is Rosie, i’m 5’5”, hazel eyes, medium length black hair (it’s dyed) and i wear glasses. i’m an introvert and i really only talk with people i’m comfortable with. i am a creative person. i love to write and take photographs. i have depression and go through lots of ups and downs. i also suffer from low self-esteem and body image issues. i hope this is enough of a description for a successful matchup. Thanks!

asdfghjkl you’re a Queen and ily <3333 my DM’s are always open if you ever wanna chat or anything skksksk I hope you like this, I was so excited to write it!! ^^ <3

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Rosie, you are an angel and Pat adores you. He is head over heels for you before he even knows your name. You are so beautiful, inside and out, and every time he sees you his breath catches in his throat and he feels the need to make a witty statement to (hopefully) mask the light rose dusting blush across his cheeks. It never works, of course, it doesn’t, you know him too well, but you allow him the chance to catch himself, to recover. He really does love you, and Rosie Verona is a phrase he mutters to himself when he needs a bit of courage throughout the day, for whatever reason.

Heath is a clean six foot but I headcanon that Patrick is roughly 5′8, which means that there is a three inch height difference between the two of you. He loves the way he can tuck you into his body, your face nestled into the warm crook of his neck, your arms around his broad shoulders, the heat of his body warming up your own even more; like a koala heater is he. “I love you, Rosie,” Whispers which are only for you are spoken into the crown of your head or in your ear, his hands stroking down your back in solid, soothing motions, his chocolate eyes meeting your hazel ones.

Sometimes, he taps one of the arms of your glasses, asking without words if he can take them off. He wants to look at you, raw and bare before him, naked eye contact, but he understands and doesn’t push you to take them off. If you allow him to, he’ll carefully remove them, fold the arms gently and hand them to you so that you know where they are and that they’re safe. He cups your face in his hands, his fingers splayed into your black hair, and he smirks right up to the point his full lips meet yours; at which point his smirk becomes a genuine smile against your own lips, his kiss reverent and full of all the love in the world. Pat has a huge heart, and it shows! <3333

From the first day he saw you, Pat was intrigued. You weren’t drawn in by the crowds, by the raucous laughter coming from the middle of the canteen, and he saw in you someone he could really connect with. Not the rumours which people spread around about him, not the tales and the lies, not the mysterious aura he used to his advantage, but the real Patrick Verona, the one who never even broke a pinky promise. He approaches you one day while you’re writing, “You’re not like everyone else, are you? There’s something about you, something I like. I’m Patrick, Verona. And you are - “ his eyebrows are raised expectantly as he waits for you to speak. There is a clear choice here, you can either tell him to go away or you can tell him your name. And you do... you don’t know why, but you already feel like you can trust him, he has a safe air around him which pulls you in, and the smile he gives you when you say, “I’m... I’m Rosie” is all the reward you could ever possibly want or need for your bravery. From that day on, you’re under his protection. No one will bother you so long as Pat is around; he falls in love with you the way one falls asleep - slowly and then all at once. He sits with you every day - in the courtyard, at lunch, and your respective homes become the other person’s within just a few weeks. It’s meant to be.

Pat adores the way you’re so in tune with your creativity; you write and you take pictures. He’s so photogenic that a lot of the time, you end up taking snaps of him. He’s aware that you take those pictures and he’s baffled as to why you want to take so many of him, but he’ll crack lines like “what, see something you like?” or “I bet you’ve thought of me naked” or if you’re just staring at him through the lens of your camera he’ll say “Take the picture, already. It’ll last longer.” if he says this one, say “you’ll always be a pretty boy, Pat” and watch the blush spread like wildfire across his freckly face. He loves to watch you get lost in your element, to watch you type frantically on your laptop. Sometimes, if you’re willing, he likes to sit behind you, his arms around your waist, the sharp angles of his chin resting on your shoulder so that he can pepper your neck with kisses while you work. “You’re so beautiful, Rosie.” - the whispering in your ear makes you shiver and he grins against your skin, so proud of the effect which he has on you. He really does love you; the quiet girl dating the mysterious rebel is something the students at school or your coworkers eat up like it’s a trope they haven’t read about or watched a thousand times before, and your relationship definitely withstands the test of time.

Pat is no fair weather s/o. He’s there through every up and down. There is nothing he won’t do for you. He’s no stupid, he’s incredibly emotionally intelligent and he spent an entire Summer caring for his granddad, so he knows how to take care of you. Sympathy and tenderness, warm as summer, is all that he treats you with while he’s looking after you For the first few times, he asks what you need, he asks you to help him help you, but after that it’s as natural as breathing to him. He’s really perceptive and patient and though he isn’t opposed to giving you tough love, he only uses it on you if he has to. For the majority of the time, though, he’s there with pursed lips to feather kisses to your forehead, temple, his arms and legs tight around you like a koala. He is an Aussie, after all. “It’s okay, Rosie. Your koala’s here.” and if he’s feeling sassy at the same time, “Let me unwind your panties, hm? Tell me about it. What do you need?” . Either way, whatever you need, he’s right there for you and with you. He celebrates the ups with you and he’s there for the lows, too. And if you’re crying underneath the covers? He’s diving under the covers, too, arms tight around you and his lips at your ears. “I love you, Rosie. So much. I’m here for you, not going anywhere.”

OMGGGGG this boy was shocked to find out that you have low self-esteem and body image issues. He frowned, his entire face crumpled up in concern and in shock, “What? What do you mean?” // “I mean, I - “ and maybe you told him everything, maybe you didn’t, but whatever you tell him will be memorised so that if you’re ever intimate with each other, he knows to pay extra special attention to those areas. He’ll always comfort you, always, and there’s nothing he’d ever judge you for or hold against you. You are as safe with Pat as you’ve always been, and he knows that it’s the same for him when he needs you. If you get upset and start to spill out all of your thoughts and feelings, Pat would listen to you, both of his hands holding yours, “Hey, hey, no, shshshsh, listen to me, Rosie, just listen - don’t ever let anyone tell you that you don’t deserve what you want.” and he’ll sit down beside you, wherever you are, “I think you’re wrong. You just are. You’re beautiful. Sweet. Kind. Creative. Compassionate. Loving.” every compliment is punctuated with a kiss; either to the body parts you’re most insecure of, or to various places all over your face. Pat loves all of you and he makes sure that you know it, even if you can’t quite believe it yet. Either way, to cheer you up, he’ll sing I love you, baby while he’s with you, his arms around you as he dances with you. He doesn’t care if people are watching and he’s really not fussed by PDA, but he takes your own preferences into account. After everything you’ve ever done for him, it’s the least he can do for you; his Rosie <3333

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