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Blood Moon

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!Reader

�� preview. “You know,” Cheol’s lips are feverish against your skin, and he kisses from your collarbone to your breasts, his hot breath driving you wild, “in some cultures, the blood moon is a sign that the moon needs to be worshiped.” His hand moves between your legs, deft fingers rubbing you through your panties while he lets out another groan of need. “Werewolves worship the moon,” he continues. “It’s what makes us who we are, but after I met you…” his other hand tears the front of your dress down, and his teeth graze by your nipple, “let’s just say, you’re all that matters to me now. And I’m going to worship you as if you were the moon.”

tw/cw. blood/claim biting, a/b/o, alpha cheol, big dick cheol, pussy worship, pussy eating, unprotected sex, fingering, squirting, exhibitionism, sex where his pack can hear it, praise, multiple positions, breeding kink, size kink, overstim, slight dacryphilia, sex on a car & the ground & under the blood moon, wet pussy kink, knotting, rough sex, dirty talk, hair pulling, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess. (his) alpha.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5k

🍭 aus.a/b/o, alpha!Cheol, omega!reader, jealousy, etc…

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Seungcheol’s never been the type of alpha to question his subordinates, but on blood moons, his control goes out the window. When he’d announced during the formation of his pack that he’d be taking on two lesser alphas, and their preexisting betas, some elder wolves had called him crazy. They’d said it was just a matter of time till Jihoon or Soonyoung made an act to overthrow him, but in the eight years since then, Seungcheol’s never truly had any cause to suspect insurrection of any sort.

However this year, things are different. This year, he’s made another risky move that’s been questioned by wolves in and outside of his own pack.

This year, he’d fallen for a human, someone outside any of the strong wolf bloodlines, and he’d taken you as his own. His bite had transformed you into the beta you are now, and he can tell, as you approach him with eyes following your every move, that some of his pack members are still not very happy about it.

Soonyoung, in particular, makes no move to hide his gaze. He looks you up and down, and Seungcheol can even see a flash of his tongue darting out to wet his lips, a hungry spark in his eyes.

“You look upset,” you note, finally making it to your alpha’s side by the bonfire, its flames licking the night sky and casting pretty shadows across your features.

“Is it that obvious?” Seungcheol groans, wrapping an arm around your body while he adjusts the red solo cup in his hand.

“You always wear your heart on your sleeve, Cheol,” you muse, leaning closer to him. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

The alpha lets out a sigh, giving one last warning look to Soonyoung before his gaze dips to focus on you. “Can I tell you something about blood moons?”

“Please,” you nod. “I'd love to hear more, especially from you.”

He’s always enjoyed how eager you are to learn about the ways of the wolves, it’s one of the things that had drawn him to you, and he loves teaching you his culture even more.

“Ancient peoples believed the blood moon was a sort of omen, something that predicted the death or overthrow of a king.”

“I see,” you smile, leaning up to press your lips to the underside of his jaw. “You’re worried someone might have a stupid idea tonight about taking you on as alpha.”

“Others thought that blood moons were a time to explore your dark side. To dive deeper into hidden emotions like rage,” he explains further. “I think we both know that some members of my pack are still harbouring a grudge against me for my actions this year.”

“They’ll get over it,” you assure him. “And if they don’t, what’s anyone going to do about it? No one here can best you, they’d be stupid to try.”

Seungcheol knows that. Aside from being a force to be reckoned with all by himself, Seungcheol’s inner circle includes Mingyu, one of the biggest wolves he’s ever seen. Even if Soonyoung was to pick a fight with Seungcheol, backed up by Minghao, Dino and Jun, they’d never be able to overtake both him and Mingyu.

Regardless of these facts, your calming words do nothing on his restless mind. Blood moons have always been a time of heightened emotional energy, especially for the wolves so connected to the lunar force.

Instead of saying anything else, Cheol simply pulls you closer, hoping that your presence in his arms is enough to stop him from doing anything rash.

When you realize Seungcheol’s cup is empty, you break away from his side, giving the alpha a kiss that lingers before you head off to get more liquor. You’ve been feeling how tense your mate is all night, and you hope that another drink might soothe what you’re unable to.

As you walk up the beach, you notice the sound of someone following you. While you’re still getting used to heightened wolf senses, you’re conscious enough to note that the footfalls are lighter than your lumbering alphas, and you don’t dare look behind you to check who your new shadow is.

You’re safe enough on this beach with the pack around you, and despite Seungcheol’s obvious agitation and paranoia, you’d meant it when you’d told him people would be stupid to try anything tonight.

When you reach the camping table housing all the booze, you move calmly, reaching for the aged bottle of bourbon that Seungcheol loves. Your shadow takes the opportunity to make himself known, stepping next to you and reaching for his own can of beer.

“You look good tonight,” Soonyoung says, opening his drink and turning to look at you.

“Thank you,” you smile, trying to be respectful to the alpha. “I know it’s a blood moon, but it still felt fitting to wear white, besides, Seungcheol loves this dress.”

“I can see why.” Soonyoung’s eyes move down and then back up, focusing on your breasts for a few seconds while you continue to prepare your mate’s bourbon. “You know, when we heard Cheol had found himself a human to dote on, lots of us wondered why he didn’t just go for some juicy omega. But, seeing you tonight, I can see you might be even tastier than the other girls that used to fawn over him.”

You take a breath, screwing the lid back onto the bottle of bourbon before setting it down and turning to look at Soonyoung. You know he’s trying to get a rise out of you, but you won’t give him that satisfaction.

“Do you have something else to say to me, Soonyoung?”

“Just that…” he licks his lips, leaning closer to you. “I know you don’t come from our world, so it’s not like you had your pick of alphas, and I just figured, maybe there might be a better match for you than him.”

“A better match,” you repeat his words. “Like you?”

Soonyoung shrugs, flashing a grin. “You’d never know till you give me a chance to prove myself.”

“All things considered, I think you’re pretty lucky I was born human.”

“Really?” His grin widens. “And why’s that, gorgeous?”

“Because if I was an omega, I’d run off and tell Cheol about this and he’d kill you tonight.”

The smirk drops from Soonyoung’s face, and he stares you down. “Cheol wouldn’t choose you over me.”

You sigh. “If you’re willing to bet your life on that, I can always go ask him right now.” Soonyoung stays quiet and you nod. “That’s what I thought. I’d say it’s been nice talking with you, but we both know that would be a lie. Have a good night, Soonyoung.”

You pick up your drink and walk away.

This time, the alpha doesn’t follow.

No matter how safe you feel amongst the pack, it’s still something of a relief when you make it to Seungcheol’s side again.

He looks at you with concern, taking the cup from your hands so he can wrap a protective arm around your body, pulling you tight to his chest. “You were gone a while,” he notes. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod. It’s a small white lie, but you truly believe Seungcheol would tear Soonyoung in two if you tell him what just took place, so you avoid disclosure. What Seungcheol doesn’t know can’t hurt him… or Soonyoung. “I was just thinking…” you continue, tracing a finger up the front of your mate’s black v-neck, “I know I’m not generally someone who’s too fond of public displays of aggression and ownership, but… if there was ever a night to prove I belong to you, it would be tonight.”

Seungcheol blinks at you, swallowing thickly while he considers your proposition. His gaze dips to where your breasts are pressed against his chest, and you can feel his cock beginning to harden where it’s trapped in his pants between your bodies. “So you want me to take you right here?” he asks. “On the beach? In front of everyone?”

“Cheol,” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw, “that’s a bit much. I was thinking… we could go to the parking lot where your car is. It’s close enough that people will be able to hear, but far enough that I’d still be comfortable. After all, if I’m yours and only yours, my body should be for your eyes only.”

“I’m not sure where this came from,” Seungcheol admits. “But you know I could never say no to you. Let’s get out of here, princess, because if we don’t, I am going to fuck you on this beach where everyone can see.”

You tug out of his embrace, flashing him a mischievous smile. “Okay alpha, then you better chase me.”

You turn on your heel in the sand, bolting towards the grassy parking lot while other members of his pack watch you. It feels like freedom to be running through the cool night air under the blood moon, and you can hear your alpha’s footfalls as he chases you.

He could catch you in a second, you both know that, but he’s purposefully moving slower than you, letting you be exhilarated by the idea of a chase. You know it turns him on as much as you, and you giggle to yourself at the naughtiness of it all.

Cheol has always brought out your wild side, even when you were human, and now, you get to revel in the primal attraction, the push and pull with the alpha that’s shown you the world, and now, the blood moon.

You marvel at the new strength of your body, the way you can make it to the parking lot, which is a couple hundred meters down the beach, without even being very winded.

The moment you reach the vehicle, Seungcheol’s hot body is pressing against your back, boxing you against his large, black truck with both hands on either side of you. “God, you’re so fucking hot,” he groans, rubbing his cock against your ass.

“I could say the same about you,” you gasp, turning so you can face him. “My big sexy alpha-”

He’s kissing you the moment the words leave you, and you tangle your hands through his dark hair tugging him closer while his mouth works against your own. He tastes like bourbon, and something about it turns you on even more. Your mate’s teeth drag across your lower lip and you let out a groan, lifting your thigh to wrap around his waist.

“Cheol,” you whimper, taking a breather as he moves his mouth to your neck, finding your sweet spot and making you moan again. “I need you-”

With a growl, the alpha picks you up, fingers digging into your ass as he moves around to the back of his truck. You begin to kiss his throat as he gets the front panel open, and then he hoists you up to rest you on it.

His hands find your thighs, pushing your white dress up and grabbing at your flesh.

“Just fuck me-” you plead, knowing your panties are already soaked. Cheol just does things to you, and you wish he’d do more.

“You know,” Cheol’s lips are feverish against your skin, and he kisses from your collar bone to your breasts, his hot breath driving you wild, “in some cultures, the blood moon is a sign that the moon needs to be worshiped.”

His hand moves between your legs, deft fingers rubbing you through your panties while he lets out another groan of need.

“Werewolves worship the moon,” he continues. “It’s what makes us who we are, but after I met you…” his other hand tears the front of your dress down, and his teeth graze by your nipple, “let’s just say, you’re all that matters to me now. And I’m going to worship you as if you were the moon.”

“Fuck, alpha-” you whimper, throwing your head back while he begins to suck on your nipple, applying more pressure to your clit with the hands you adore so much.

“That’s right,” Cheol growls, “I’m your alpha. Your only alpha. And I’m going to take care of you, like you deserve.”

“Please, I need it-”

“You need it?” His hair brushes by your chest, and then he pulls back just enough to look up at you, pushing your panties to the side so two of his large fingers can slip into your soaked core. “Tell me what you need, princess, alpha will give it to you.”

“You know what I need,” you whine.

“I want to hear you say it.”

You let out a sound of frustration, tangling your hands in Seungcheol’s hair. Then you push his head down, and your mate begins to laugh at you, his fingers picking up speed as they work to open your core.

“I said use your words,” he tuts, “not push me around.”

“I need you to worship me,” you tell him, “the way only you can.”

“That’s more like it,” he hums, satisfied as his hot kisses begin to move down your body.

He pulls his fingers out of your pussy and you whine loudly at the loss, but he needs his hands to push your dress up. He uses his teeth to tear your panties down, and you whimper at the feeling of him, watching him while unmatched lust burns through you.

“I’m going to keep these for myself,” he says, pocketing your panties before he spreads your legs, forcing you to fall backward against the bed of his truck, your elbows cushioning your fall and propping you up.

“Alpha,” you moan, a shiver running through you when he begins to kiss your thigh, working closer and closer to where you need him most.

“Fuck,” he groans, placing a kiss on your pussy that has you squealing with delight. “I love the sounds you make.” Your mate looks up at you with dark, dilated pupils. “You really do want everyone to hear this, don’t you, princess?”

The thought excites you more than it ever has before, and Seungcheol grins while watching you. “That’s what I thought. Who’s my dirty girl?”

“I am,” you gasp when his thumb comes up to play with your clit.

“You’re dripping, princess,” Cheol notes. “Just the way I like it.”

He’s forcing his head between your thighs a moment later, tongue lapping the length of your pussy and making you cry out into the night air. Your hands fly down to grab onto his hair, and your alpha growls, the vibration running through your clit and causing you to pant while his tongue invades your wet hole.

“Oh my god-” you whimper, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get more-

His palm lands on your lower abdomen and he forces you down. It’s crazy how much strength he has in just one hand, and you find yourself completely pinned to the bed of his truck while he eats you out like he’s a starving man.

The sounds coming from between your legs are absolutely lewd, not only can you hear your soaked pussy and his wet tongue, but he’s moaning loudly, thoroughly enjoying working you up the way only he knows how.

“Alpha,” you whimper desperately, already aching from how close you are.

Cheol lets out another groan, the vibrations making your legs twitch as you teeter on the edge of pleasure. “I’m gonna cum-” you gasp, tightening your grip on his hair so he can’t pull away.

But Seungcheol has no intention of pulling away. In fact, he presses his face even deeper into your pussy, lapping at you and licking- then his lips suction around your clit and you’re a complete gonner.

A scream leaves your mouth, your eyes clenching shut as your orgasm overtakes you.

Seungcheol has given you great orgasms before, mind altering, earth shattering orgasms- but nothing has ever been like this. Your brain goes completely blank as the feeling of absolute ecstasy overwhelms your body, bringing tears to your eyes while he continues to worship your core with an expert tongue.

“Alpha,” you whimper, overstimulated by his mouth alone.

Cheol finally lets up, pulling away from your pussy and taking a deep breath. You can feel him exhale against you, and it causes you to twitch from stimulation. You go to close your legs while Seungcheol straightens and looks down at you, but his hands are quick to pry them open.

“You think I’m done with you?” he laughs. “Nice try princess, but I’m not anywhere near being done yet.”

His thumb finds your clit again and your whole body jolts at the contact, your thighs threatening to close-

Seungcheol pushes them open again, letting out a growl. “You better keep these legs wide for me, princess, and take what your alpha is giving you.”

You mewl in response, whimpering when two of his digits enter your core again. “I had you on my tongue, and now I’m going to give you my fingers before I split you open with my cock. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven,” you whisper, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his large fingers moving in and out of you slowly.

“That’s my girl,” Seungcheol grins, eyes focusing between your legs. “You have no fucking clue how sexy you are.”

You groan at the praise. You’ve always loved how Seungcheol takes his time with you, verbalizing his attraction and always making you feel like the only girl in the entire universe.

When you’d been a part of the human world, you’d heard stories about alpha wolves with harems of girls, omegas, that are even shared amongst packs. Cheol had changed your entire perception of his kind, and he’d even talked you into joining him, although… it hadn’t taken much persuasion on his part.

“Look at you, clenching on my fingers when I talk nice,” Cheol lets out a laugh. “You really are my little praise princess, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, alpha,” you nod, moaning as his fingers pick up their pace inside of you.

“I want to watch you cum again,” he tells you. “I love watching you lose control.”

“Then make me cum,” you whisper. “Make me scream.”

Seungcheol grins. “You’ve got it, princess.”

He strokes his fingers up, finding the spot inside of you that always makes your toes curl. His other hand finds your lower abdomen, pinning you down, and you know exactly what he’s going to do next.

Your alpha mate has always had a thing for making your pussy soaked, and he’s an expert at getting you there with his fingers. No man has ever made you squirt like Seungcheol has, and no man ever will again.

“Alpha,” you whimper as his digits begin to apply more pressure to your g-spot, and you grab at the strong forearm of the hand pinned to your abdomen, needing an anchor, any anchor, so you don’t simply fly away off the bed of his truck to float through cloud nine.

“That’s it,” Seungcheol groans. “Listen to how wet your pretty pussy is.”

You love how you can hear yourself, love how you can already feel wetness between your legs as Seungcheol’s fingers work their magic. You’re a moaning mess now, and when your mate commands, “rub your clit for me,” you can hardly refuse.

Your shaky digits find your most sensitive spot, and now you can feel even more fluid gushing out of you as pleasure erupts through your form.

“Just like that, pretty girl,” Seungcheol praises you. “You’re always so fucking good for me.”

Squirting isn’t like regular orgasms, it’s a slow pressure in the pit of your stomach that builds as his fingers continue roughly inside of you, until you’re twitching and gasping and crying out. You can’t carry on with your clit, all you can do is grab at Cheol’s forearm again, taking what he gives you until he’s satisfied.

“Look at you fucking cum,” Seungcheol groans, watching you writhe on the bed of his truck while you gush around his fingers.

You’re crying again, and you can feel wet hot tears rolling down your cheeks, but you’d never tell him to stop. Not when you know you’ll be rewarded as soon as he’s had enough, as soon as he loses his own control and has to fuck you.

“Shit, princess,” Seungcheol growls, pulling his digits out of your core. “My turn.”

He grabs you with both hands, and you can feel your wetness on your skin from the fingers that had just been inside of you. In one rough motion, he pulls you off the bed of the truck, and a small scream or surprise escapes you.

Your legs feel like jelly, but your mate is quick to turn you around, forcing your upper body to lay over the front panel and bed of his truck. You hear the clink of his belt as he undoes it with expert fingers, and then he lifts up your dress. In one solid motion, he slides his whole cock into you, taking your breath away as you gasp and claw your hands against the cool metal truck frame.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” Seungcheol groans, his fingers digging into your hips as he holds still for a moment, letting you feel his massive cock stretching you out. “So wet and perfect.”

At this point, you can hardly think, let alone respond with words. The most you can do is moan loudly, pushing your ass back in an attempt to get him deeper-

“That’s right, princess,” the alpha laughs. “You’re so desperate to be fucked, aren’t you?”

“Yes, alpha-”

“Then I guess I better deliver.” He pulls almost all the way out of you before slamming back in, his hips making an audible slap against your ass while your whine of pleasure rings through the night.

“Alpha?” you whimper, a dirty, sinful, wonderful thought popping into your mind.

“Yes, princess?” He ruts into you harder, finding a brutal pace that has the entire truck rocking with each powerful thrust.

“Do you-” you choke back a moan, “Do you think… if you bred me during a blood moon… do you think it would make our pups strong alphas like you?”

“Fuck,” Seungcheol groans loudly, fingers digging harder against your hips as his motions get even wilder. “You want me to breed you, princess?”

“God, yes!” you cry, pussy fluttering at the mere idea of it.

Your mate lets out a growl, fucking you so hard and deep you can feel him everywhere. He’s all consuming. You’ve practically forgotten that he’s fucking you on a car with his pack so closeby- all that matters is him right now, and what he can give you.

“Want me to fill you up until you’re practically bursting with my cum?”

“Yes, alpha-” you moan desperately, closing your eyes as you press your cheek against the cool metal truck bed.

“Want me to knot you? Spread you open so you’re ruined for anyone else?”

You’re already ruined for anyone else, and you both know it. Although you’ve been with Seungcheol for five months, you’ve never helped him through a rut, as having babies has never been something either of you particularly wanted-

But now? Now you want him, you want his knot. You want it so desperately you feel the need from the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes.

“God, yes, please- make me yours forever,” you cry. “I’m yours alpha, forever yours-”

“Fuck, princess,” Seungcheol groans. “I need to see you.”

He pulls his cock from your aching core and you whine at the loss, only for him to grab you and throw you on the grassy ground next to the truck. He’s never been this rough before, and you’re slightly winded, but then he’s on top of you, sliding back into your core while his lips find yours.

You moan into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his strong shoulders and your legs around his hips, anchoring him to you while he fucks you into the ground.

You don’t care about the grass, or even the bits of sand you feel against your back. You’re so completely focused on Cheol-

“I’m going to mark you again,” Seungcheol tells you, voice low as his lips move to your neck.

The first time he’d bitten you, claimed you as his own, and turned you into a wolf like him, it had been a euphoric sensation, and your toes curl in anticipation. He’d marked you on your left side, but tonight, he goes for the right, and you realize he’s intent on there being no mistake who you belong to. That you’re taken.

“Fuck, you want me to bite you, don’t you, princess?” He groans, breath hot against your skin. “You’re squeezing me like a fucking vice-”

“Alpha, please-” you whimper, needing him more than you’ve ever needed anything in your entire life.

You don’t have to beg again, because you feel his sharp teeth grazing your throat a moment later. You hold tightly onto his broad shoulders, bracing yourself for the pleasured pain that shoots through you as he digs his fangs into your flesh.

“Alpha-” you cry desperately, digging your fingers into his shoulders as he bites deeper, ensuring a scar that will last a lifetime.

You can feel the base of his cock swelling inside of you, and the feeling is foreign, wonderful. It’s a new kind of stretch, and it leaves you gasping, opening your eyes to look up at the blood moon.

This is right. You know that.

“Alpha, I’m gonna cum,” you whisper, holding him tightly as your orgasm builds and builds, spurred on by the teeth still digging into your skin. It’s a perfect kind of pain, a pain only he can provide, and it leaves you breathless as you tip over the edge.

Your aching core clamps down on Seungcheol’s length, and you cry out at the feeling of his knot now fully grown inside of you-

Your mate lets out a growl, and a moment later you feel his cum coating your insides, filling you up like you’ve never been filled before. He can hardly thrust anymore, his knot too big to move inside of you, but you don’t mind. You think if he fucks you any longer, you might truly pass out from the pleasure.

Seungcheol releases your throat, pulling back to look down at you. You can see your blood on his mouth. When you’d been human, blood had been something scary, something dirty, but now that you’re a wolf, it’s inviting, and you wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling his lips to your own.

He groans, tongue dancing across yours while the metallic taste of your own blood washes over you.

With him buried balls deep in your pussy in the grass next to his truck with his pack nearby, his knot keeping him locked inside of you, and the taste of your own blood on his tongue- you think this might be the dirtiest, most sinful thing the two of you have ever done, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

There’s no shame, only acceptance, and an understanding in the back of your mind that you’ve reached your most primal peak. That this is how things are meant to be for wolves, and you are now truly a part of that.

You feel certain that after tonight, no one will ever question you as his mate again, and the thought fills you with an indescribable warmth.

“Cheol,” you whisper, breaking the kiss to catch your breath. “I love you, so, so much.”

Your mate laughs softly, pushing some hair out of your face while he looks down at you. “I love you too, princess. More than you can even imagine.”

The two of you catch your breath, holding each other close like the young lovers you are, and you slowly feel the knot inside of you begin to die down.

When Cheol is finally able to pull out of you, he sits up on his knees, tucking his cock back into his jeans before running a hand through his hair.

He’s silhouetted against the night sky and the moon, and you think it’s possible he’s never been sexier.

“As much as I want to keep these panties,” he says, pulling them out of his pocket, “I also want to make sure my cum stays in you longer. You don’t mind if I put these back on you, do you, princess?”

You shake your head, smiling at him as he gently lifts your foot, then the other, pressing a kiss to your calf as he slides your panties back on.

“I bit you pretty bad,” your mate confesses. “Let me get you up, get you seated on my truck, and I’ll grab the first aid kid to bandage your neck.”

There’s not one word of protest from you, and you marvel at how easy it is for him to lift you off the ground, setting you on the front panel.

“Wait here,” he says softly, giving you one last chaste kiss before he heads to fumble in the front cabin. He comes back a minute later holding a red first aid kit, and you watch him in a daze as he gets out the gauze and bandages.

“You might be a beta,” Seungcheol tells you, as he begins to gently wrap your neck, “but you have the sex drive of an omega, don’t you, princess?”

“Only for you, alpha.” You flash him a dopey smile, completely brain-dead after the best sex of your life. “Only for you.”

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🔮 preview. Seungcheol releases your hip, and he reaches down to grab your torso, wrapping one hand around your breast as he hauls you to your knees, your back now pressed firmly to his chest. “Look around,” he says in your ear, and you force your lids open to gaze out at the dark treeline. You notice multiple eyes staring back at you, lit by the reflection of the moon. You can’t see which members of the pack are watching, can’t make out any faces, but your pussy throbs knowing they’re all focused on you. Seungcheol’s free hand slips down to rub at your clit, and you whimper, wiggling in his grasp. He holds you tighter against his strong torso, licking your throat. “I can’t believe how much this turns you on. Filthy little princess.”

cw/ tw. Exhibitionism, fucking outside in a field, voyeurism, his pack watching you get fucked, blow job, deep throating, hand job, unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstim, multiple positions/orgasms, praise, semi public nudity, possessive cheol, size kink, big dick cheol, breast worship, sex marks, choking/neck grabbing, rough sex, primal doggy style, hair pulling, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess. (his) alpha.

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 3.9k I teaser wc. 300

🌙 staring. Seungcheol x afab!reader

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Seungcheol wakes up as the sunlight begins to creep through the blinds and illuminate your room. He lets out a groan, instinctively reaching out to grab you, pulling you tight to his body.

“Morning, alpha,” you whisper, fingers threading through his hair and massaging his scalp.

He’d woken up with a stiffie, and the feeling of your hands has him releasing a moan of pleasure, his cock throbbing in the confines of his breifs.

He takes a deep breath, wanting to be engulfed by you, by your scent-

And that’s when he notices a sweeter note to your usual smell.

His eyes open, and he blinks at you, the fogginess of sleep slowly dissipating as he gets his bearings.

“What?” you question, having picked up on the shift in his energy. “Is something wrong?”

“You just-” he swallows thickly, “you smell so good.”

“Really?”

“More than normal,” he confirms, sitting up suddenly to look at you. His eyes take in your body, and he moves the covers to get a better view of your form. His fingers reach out to trace your skin, smoothing over your collarbone and down to your breasts. When he reaches your belly button, he circles it, and you let out a giggle.

Seungcheol can’t help but smile, gaze flashing to meet yours. He has his suspicions about why your scent may have changed, he’s heard stories about this, but he’s never experienced it for himself-

“I think the blood moon blessed us, princess.”

“Hmm?” Your brows furrow in confusion, and you reach down to guide his hand lower-

His fingers find your core through your panties, and he lets out a groan at how wet you already are. As he moves lower, shimmying down the bed to get between your thighs, the smell grows, confirming his suspicions.

“You’re pregnant,” he says softly. “I can smell it on you.”

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beach walks - prequel.

3.8k surf instructor!Billy x f!reader, night walks AU

WARNINGS: I8+, situationship angst over Joel, infidelity adjacent, forced proximity, smut (mild dubcon?), in public, voyeurism, jealousy. See Billy in action (sex): hot ❤️‍🔥 gif set by @ilovewhiteroses or this video. Skeleton Twins (2014) Feel free to skip this fic if it bothers you.

✨NEXT FIC: Beach Walks

After your late night “swim,” you’re disappointed when Joel doesn’t try to get you into his basement. But he does kiss you goodnight before you walk home. You almost text him and invite him over, but something holds you back. You don't want to mess up the dynamic and scare him away. Maybe he’ll let himself in and get in bed with you. It takes you a while to get to sleep as you realize something has shifted. You're now craving more than his dick and his way with words. You’d be happy to fall asleep in his arms, with or without the morning wood to look forward to.

After this realization, you start overanalyzing things, debating whether and when to text him, reading into how often he texts you and what he says. After a few days of nothing but a dick pic, it feels like it's been weeks. And yet, this was normal before. One night, you break down and send him a pic of a freshly rolled joint with the text, “wanna join?”

He replies “wish I could, gotta be somewhere early 😫.”

After that, he seems to text you less and less. He doesn't initiate and barely texts back. You wonder if he’s bored without the chase, so you try to play it cool. You go for walks by yourself, in case he’ll come out and join you, but weeks go by, and he never does. Some nights you hear the weights clanging in his basement, so he must be fine.

One day, you're outside, locking the basement side door, when an unfamiliar Mercedes Benz SUV pulls out of Joel's cul-de-sac. There's a speed bump just before your house, so it has to slow down, and you can clearly see a woman is driving, and Joel is in the passenger seat. Your stomach drops. He looks more put together, like he spruced himself up for her. She’s pretty. Somewhere between your age and his.

The keys are shaking in your hand as you unlock the door again. You go back inside with your heart racing. Don't text him again, you tell yourself. Don't do it. But after an hour, you do. You ask what he's up to, and he doesn't answer. He doesn't answer all day, and when he finally answers that evening, he acts totally casual, like nothing is up. Small talk. He doesn’t invite you over. Not so much as a dick pic. You leave your door unlocked and cry yourself to sleep. You judge yourself for caring so much.

You keep leaving your door unlocked at night, but he doesn't come. Then, one day, he drives by in the same SUV, with the same woman, and you're not sure you've ever seen him so happy. You’re lightheaded. It's a harsh reality check. You’ve never been exclusive, never had a talk. He'd never even taken you on a date. When you think about that, it makes you sick. Is his wife still in the picture? You decide not to text him again.

You’ve been invited on a beach trip that starts the next day, but you don��t go. You don't have the energy to pack, and part of you is still hoping Joel will just show up at your door one day. But the next few nights, when you walk by his house, all the lights are off. At first, you drive yourself crazy thinking about where he could be, but does it really matter? Your anxiety starts to fade into sadness.

You’ve got to get your mind off it, so you drive solo to catch up with your friends at the beach.

******

The resort is humble but sprawling. There are kayaks and surf lessons. You're tempted by the kayaks, but on the first day, you just relax on the beach. As soon as you lay out your towel, your friends tell you about the hot surf instructor. Then, later that day, they swear he's checking you out. You catch a glimpse from behind first, and he has a nice back.

You see the surf instructor at breakfast the next morning, and he smiles at you. It’s a devastating smile that erases all your thoughts for a second. You can’t even look right at him. You look behind yourself, and it couldn't be anyone else he was looking at. He laughs silently, then gets in line next to you. He looks at the eggs on your plate.

You’re not expecting his Australian accent. “Sunny side up. . .good to know.” It takes you a second, then your chest flutters when it hits you. “Enjoy,” he adds with a wink, then walks away. He moves like he has no worries and nowhere to be.

When you tell your friends, they lose their minds. All day they’re talking about what you could do, and speculating about his dick, and whether he’s that chill in the bedroom, too. They think he’s probably a freak. A few hours later, you realize you’ve barely thought about Joel all day, for the first time in weeks, and it feels good. You begin to think maybe a vacation fling could help you move on. Assuming that’s what you’re supposed to do.

Later that day, you're in the lobby waiting for a friend when the surf instructor comes in from the beach. You play it cool, but he sees you, stops, and takes off his shades. He approaches, and you get your first really good look at him up close. He's tall, tan, and shredded, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s got small ear gauges, and a tattoo of something with tentacles winding up his neck. He's chewing gum.

A mischievous sparkle plays on his eyes as he spreads his feet and crosses his arms. "Saw ya layin’ out, nice ‘n’ dry. . .thought I should let ya know, the real fun’s in the water."

“Oh yeah?”

He nods. "Love to get ya on a board, if ya don't surf already."

You laugh. "No, I don't."

He checks you out, then asks, “How ‘bout it?” and waits patiently for your yes.

"Maybe," you crack a smile.

"No charge. . .Name's Billy." He extends his hand. As you shake hands, he leans in closer, lowers his voice, and says, "’Lot funner gettin’ wet." As he steps away, he offers, "Come down around five, yeah?" Your tummy is swarming with butterflies as he walks off, and it must be evident. Your friend immediately assumes he asked you out.

—

You go down to the shore at five to meet Billy. Storm clouds are rolling in. Billy is looking at the sky and idly spinning a whistle on a string. He has two boards laid out. As you approach, he looks at his watch. “Punctual, aren't ya?”

First, he teaches you how to hop up on the board, something you weren’t even sure you could do. Then he demonstrates the right stance, and you can't help but notice the way his thigh muscles swell out from his swim trunks. The teal swim trunks are a little on the shorter side, which is only emphasized by the black, long-sleeve rash guard he’s wearing. Your gaze is dangerously close to his crotch when you pull your eyes back up to his face.

He looks at your stance, and asks, “Mind if I touch ya?”

“Please,” you answer without thinking.

He clucks his tongue and shakes his head playfully. “Knew ya were a bad girl.”

“I mean,” your face heats up with a smile, and he raises his eyebrows. “I mean I need all the help I can get.” He indulges you with a contemplative nod.

“Sure, love.” He comes around to stand next to you. Thunder begins to rumble, and he glances at the sky.

He crouches down, and one foot at a time, you let him adjust your position on the board. As he begins to stand, he looks up at you and his hand skims up the back of your calf, breaking away at the knee.

He steps a little closer and gently presses on the small of your back. “There ya go.” Then he gets behind you and leans forward, curving his body with yours. He puts his hands on your hips and pulls them back. He’s so close you can feel his body heat. His hands slide up your sides, hitching briefly on the bottom string of your swim top. Then he slots his hands under your arms and adjusts your posture. “Good girl,” he murmurs, then there's a loud boom of thunder. Rain begins to dot the sand before you feel it on your skin. “It’ll blow over,” he reassures you.

To wait out the storm, Billy invites you into the surf shack, up past the dunes. He leaves the door open. He doesn’t turn a light on, but there are a few windows. It’s only one room. It's got surfboards, lifeguard stuff, an old TV with a DVD/VCR combo, and a loveseat. In front of the loveseat, there’s a coffee table with a bong on it. Almost as soon as he walks in, he’s taking off his long sleeves.

“Gets muggy in here quick,” he warns as he plops down on the loveseat. He pats the space next to him, and you sit down. “Suppose we could watch a movie,” he muses and picks up two remote controls from the coffee table. He puts on Jaws at low volume so you can still listen to the storm. He offers the bong, but you decline.

He faces you, resting his head in his hand, with his elbow on the back of the loveseat. You mirror his posture, and he shamelessly checks you out, once again.

You make small talk about the weather and the resort. With his free hand, he idly strokes his own sternum, slowly dragging his middle finger up and down between his pecs. His nipples are pierced – the bars are so subtle you couldn’t tell through his top.

After a lull in the conversation, you adjust your position to face the tv. He stretches his arm across the back of the loveseat, and his hand is right behind your head. He begins to lightly caress the nape of your neck with his thumb. You don’t flinch or pull away. You chew your bottom lip, and your heart races. His eyes are glued to your body, and you’re barely pretending to watch the movie.

“So,” he asks, “Could ya feel me starin’ at your arse yesterday?”

You laugh. “No.”

“Well, I was,” he nods. “When ya were layin’ out.”

Finally you look at him, and when your eyes meet, he begins to let his fingers slowly dance on your thigh, sending a rush of desire to your loins.

You’re suddenly nervous. You don't remember how to do this. You half heartedly begin to say, “Maybe I should. . .”

“Come a little closer?” A loud clap of thunder shakes the whole shack. “Nowhere for us to go now, is there?”

He glances at the window where the sky has darkened and heavy rain is coating the glass. His voice drops. “Kinda like this storm, if I’m honest,” he admits.

“Yeah,” you quietly agree.

His thumb separates from the back of your neck, then your halter string tightens for a moment before completely loosening.

“Oops,” he whispers, looking at you.

You gasp and your hand comes to your chest to hold the top up as you turn toward him again, bringing your knee up on the cushion. Your face burns and you laugh his name in mock admonishment.

"Got a boyfriend?” He asks. “Girlfriend?"

"No," you shake your head.

"Wouldn't stop me, anyway.” His hand curves lightly around your inner thigh, stroking your warm skin. His caress gets higher and higher, further toward your throbbing core. “Not if ya want it, love. What kinda feminist would I be then?” He tilts his head and slides his hand all the way up to the crotch of your swimsuit. “Nah, what she wants, she gets,” he murmurs, staring at his hand between your legs. A knuckle nudges the crotch of your swimsuit, and you’re gushing for him. One corner of his mouth twitches knowingly as he meets your eyes again. “And I think ya want it.” God, he’s hot. He’s so hot, and so right.

The hand behind you cradles your head, and his gaze falls on your lips. His blue eyes are dark with lust. He leans in, pauses with his lips about two inches from yours. You close the gap yourself, accepting the embrace of his smooth lips on yours. Soon he tilts his head, and his tongue slides into your mouth. You drop your hand from your chest, and the un-tied strings still dangling on your back precariously hold your top up. As the kiss becomes hungrier, his hand slides easily into one side of your loosened bikini. His fingers bracket your nipple as he caresses your breast then cups with a soft, “mmm,” into your mouth. You’re absolutely throbbing.

There's a clattering outside, then an unfamiliar voice. "We've got someone out in the surf, down toward the pier."

Your eyes fly to the door, embarrassed, but the man doesn't even look at you. You quickly re-tie your swimsuit. Billy adjusts himself and replies, “Alright mate, let's hop on the jetski.”

“It’s ready.” The man steps outside to wait.

When Billy stands up, you see a massive protrusion in his shorts, resting against his upper thigh, and your breath hitches. You accidentally stare, and he smirks when he notices. “Yeah?” he asks with a downward glance. He holds his hand out and you give him yours as you stand up. He puts your hand on the bulge in his shorts. It’s stiff and warm and makes you ache to be filled. “All for you, love.” He drops your hand but it stays there for a split second.

He pulls his rashguard on and adjusts his shorts, then gives you a short but heated kiss. “Find ya later.”

—----

When the storm dies down enough, you run up the beach, arms squeezed together in front of you. You grab a towel from the hut by the pool and enter the lobby. A man has just left the vending area, and you do a double-take when you see a bag of takis in his hand, but he's already walking away. Your heart jumps when you see he's wearing pj pants. But it couldn't possibly be Joel. Not this far from home.

You brush it off, but for the rest of the day, you can't get Joel out of your mind, except for when you let your thoughts drift to being in that shack with Billy. It's gotten worse than you thought if you're thinking Joel is there on the island based on a bag of chips and someone dressing comfortably on vacation.

You let yourself imagine what it would be like to let Billy fuck you. Maybe you need this.

You're restless and don't have any privacy to get off. After dark, you go out to the pool, and quietly slip into the water, ignoring the sign that says “closed.”.

The water is about nipple-height where you are. You face the pool and rest your arms on the side, letting your legs float in front of you. You close your eyes and squeeze your thighs together thinking about what might have happened in that shack if you weren’t interrupted earlier. And just when you’re picturing what Billy looks and sounds like when he comes, you hear his voice.

"Pool's closed, rulebreaker."

You look toward his voice, and he puts down a bag near your towel. You ask, "Gonna tell on me?"

He takes off his rash guard and stretches, jutting his chest and pelvis forward with his hands clasped behind his back, then he walks over and dives in the deep end. He swims underwater and comes up for air a few feet from you. When he surfaces, he tousles his hair.

He slowly approaches, wetting his lips. He looks even sexier in the dark. "Where were we, love," he murmurs. His hands start at your floating feet–he spreads them apart, making room for himself between your legs. Then his hands slide all the way up your legs as he gets closer. He pulls you against him and you loosely wrap your legs around him.

"There ya go," he murmurs, then dips his head and cradles yours. He kisses you long and hard. He pushes his hips forward, pinning you against the pool wall, and his cock stiffens against you. Then he pulls you off the wall and holds you by the ass so his arousal is firmly pressing against your tingling front. You wrap your arms around his neck as he sinks lower into the water. He kisses and sucks your neck, just above the waterline. He’s probably leaving a mark, and you don’t care. You don’t really care about anything but the mutual throbbing between your legs at the moment.

—

You feel someone watching, and when Billy goes after your neck again, you scan the balconies until you see a dark figure sitting on a second floor balcony. You look for a few seconds and can't make out anything. You scold yourself for thinking about Joel and wrap your legs tighter around Billy. His cock swells harder against your clit, and your thoughts are gone again. You moan softly as he grinds you on himself and kisses you needily, from your lips to your neck, your throat, under your chin, back to your lips. Billy pulls your top down enough to feel your nipples against his chest and lets out a sigh that makes you ache all over with need.

The man on the balcony stands up, steps forward, and boldly leans on the railing and clasps his hands, watching. He’s still a silhouette, and you try not to look right at him.

"There's, um. Someone watching," you tell Billy.

"Bother ya?" Billy asks, keeping his eyes glued to you.

You adjust your swimsuit to cover your nipples, and he says, "Guess so, huh. Drink at my place then?"

"I dunno," you say reflexively.

He whispers in your ear, “Come home with me,” then gently bites your neck and pulls you tighter against his massive erection. You quietly gasp.

“I can't, we’re going to sunrise yoga.”

“Yours then,” he offers, undeterred and growing breathless with desire.

“My friends are there.”

“Mine’s just a few minutes up the beach. I'll bring ya back,” he offers, “Go to yoga with ya.” He begins to move your body against his again. God, you want that hard cock. Just a few days ago, the thought of anyone but Joel did nothing for you, and now, here you are.

You bite your lip and hum, “mm,” in contemplation.

"A drink at the bar," he offers, nodding toward the hotel bar. "Then my place."

You smile and he presses a gentle, closed-mouth kiss onto your lips. You're smiling against each other’s mouths for a second, until his cock throbs against you, and he seals his lips on yours, and your tongues need each other again. He grinds you against him for a few seconds and moans into your mouth before you pull your head away, and remind him, “Drink at the bar.”

“Alright,” he breathes. His cock twitches against you "Gimme a minute, love. . . Fuck, I can't walk in like this," he laughs.

Footsteps approach, and you pull away from Billy. The footsteps are from a man with shoulder length hair and a mustache. He's grinning, looking down. He keeps walking, and as he passes by he laughs, "hey, I didn't see nothin', man."

Billy looks up. "Tommyyy. Wanna catch a wave tomorrow?"

"Nah, we're rollin' out in the morning."

"Alright, mate. Good seein' ya.”

The voice of the stranger has jolted you back from your horny stupor. "I'm actually really tired," you say, facing the side of the pool. You put your forearms up on the side and rest your cheek on your hands.

Billy groans in disappointment, but he gets it.

"Maybe tomorrow night," you muse.

"I've got a set at Aqua tomorrow. You should come."

"A set?"

"I'm a DJ. And as for tonight. . ." He gets close behind you and murmurs near your ear. "I won’t leave ya like this. What kinda gentleman would I be?" Thank God. He snakes his arm around your front. The stiff shape in his swim trunks presses against your crack.

He cups your whole pussy, and his middle finger prods at the fabric right at your entrance. "Gonna let me in here next time, aren’t ya?" he whispers and begins to rub you over the fabric. Pleasure is building in your core. You begin to lose yourself under his expert touch. "Yeah, there we go." He slides his other hand up under one side of your top and his bare palm covers your nipple. You could cum any second with his hardness grinding against you.

He slips his hand into your swimsuit and rubs your clit as he palms your tit. Your head falls back, he kisses your neck, then you let it happen. You gasp and try not to be too loud as your final ascent begins, with Billy slowly rutting against your backside, breathing heavily in your ear.

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Joel doesn’t have a great view, and his eyes are tired from the sun, but he keeps watching. He’s convinced himself it’s not you, that he’s just been driving himself crazy thinking of you.

Even from a distance, it’s really hot to see. It reminds Joel of your last hook-up. Desire stirs in his pants, and he’s going to have to jack off. Maybe he’ll send you a jack-off video—he can do that now. Joel palms himself as he turns to go back inside. Then, you moan loud enough that he freezes with his hand on the sliding door. He’s heard that moan too many times.

. . .Did he just watch you, in the pool with Billy, hours from home? He tries not to look back as he goes inside and closes the door behind him.

He’s not jealous. Not jealous, he tells himself.

He has no right to be.

You don’t owe him anything, and he knows that.

He’s fine. Not freaking out.

Joel’s a chill guy, even without the weed. But his ears are hot, and his heart is pounding so hard he can hear it. He smacks the wall and yells, “FUCK,” as a picture frame falls. He tries to shake the pain off his hand.

What are you even doing here?

“You alright, man?” Tommy asks, muffled through the wall.

Joel rakes both hands through his hair and takes a few deep breaths.

“Joel?” Tommy asks and cracks open the door between their rooms.

“Yeah,” Joel answers as he sits down on the bed. He interlaces his fingers behind his head, elbows pointing forward. “I’m just stupid.”

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thursdaygxrls · 10 months

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Infrunami

summary — peter’s memory is really good (no it’s not)

pairing — tasm!frat!peter parker x fem!reader

disclaimer — i don’t own tasm or peter. i’ve also been listening to infrunami on repeat for 4 days and had to do something about it.

warnings — mentions of drinking/alcohol, possible ooc, and this is (let’s all say it!) unedited

The frat house was just about as clean as it could be. It was rare for a house full of boys to be spotless, especially with weekly parties like the one going on right now. Surprisingly enough, this particular party had been relatively chill--no broken glass, no body shots. Maybe it was the pungent haze of weed in the air that floated from the mouths of those with sloppily rolled blunts and dying pens. Instead of a blunt, Peter's fingers were wrapped around a red solo cup.

"...and honestly, it's sort of weird because, y'know..."

There was a girl attached to his arm. He wasn't drunk enough to forget her name—well, he wouldn't have forgotten it if he even knew it in the first place. She seemed nice enough: a giggly blonde majoring in poli-sci...or was is psych? Honestly, her introduction was all sort of fuzzy. One minute, he was alone, the next, he was hearing about a research project that was 'sort of weird.'

"Hey, you mind if I go grab another drink?" Peter interrupted her rant, his voice low.

"Oh, yeah, sure," she nods in response, glossy lips stretched into a smile.

He gives her a closed-lipped grin of his own before picking himself off the wall and heading to the kitchen. He weaves his way through the house in an eerily graceful fashion. Upon reaching the kitchen, he looks down at his full cup.

Peter wasn't a dick. At least, he liked to think he wasn't a dick. He wouldn't just tell a girl to piss off if he wasn't interested; he'd make excuses and slip out as fast as possible. Maybe in the long run it was sort of a dick move, but he rarely ever saw those girls again (and if he did, he'd look the other way). There was the fact that he was bound to forget a few faces as well.

“No lady-friend tonight, Parker?” Zack—one of his frat brothers—chimed in his ear. He slipped past Peter and to the keg they’d set on ice in a plastic kiddie pool. Never once did he think he’d see a Sonic the Hedgehog themed kiddie pool next to the oven.

“It’s like, ten, give it a rest,” Peter shot back, sipping at his beer.

“I saw you talking to that blonde.” Zack smiled and made a gesture of approval as he filled his cup.

“Eh,” Peter shrugged.

“‘Eh?’” Zack’s eyes widened, “I’d say she’s at least three tiers up from ‘eh’ category.”

"Eh," Peter repeats, leaning his head back. It wasn't as if he had a girl wrapped around his arm at every party, but it also wouldn't be surprising to see it. Between his freshman and junior year of college, his body count had increased significantly. He had regular hookups—at least one every week and rarely ever with the same person more than once or twice. It was easier to just love 'em and leave 'em. At least, that's what he told himself every time he was ordering an Uber for the girl in his bed.

"Well, if you're gonna 'eh' her, mind if I give it a try?" Zack asked, taking a gulp of the beer, swiping the foam off his lip with his thumb.

"Be my guest," Peter waved him off casually.

"I'm gonna go full Zack-Attack," he grinned widely, shooting Peter a thumbs up.

"Never say that again," Peter called out, though, Zack had already turned his back to approach the blonde. And so it was just him and his beer. His beer and him. A cup and a hand, a drink and a tongue, a—damn, he was bored. Normally, he really liked these parties. He could get a decent buzz or high and usually end the night with someone going down on him. Tonight, though, was so dull. He felt (ironically) like a fly on the wall, watching the world around him through a vignette filter. The boredom was almost comforting. Nothing was happening, but then again, nothing was happening. He could bask in the fact that he had nothing and no one to do—

Thump.

Karma was real, and it was a total bitch. Right when Peter had decided that his night was going to be one of peaceful indifference, he watched an obviously inebriated boy stumble past him. He saw it all happen in slow motion: the way the his feet dragged into one another, one shoe catching the lace of the other. Before the realization that he was falling could hit, Peter grabbed the boy's shoulder and righted him. Unfortunately, the drink in the boy's hand hadn't been so lucky. It slipped from his hands and splashed out beyond him like amber rainfall. If Peter hadn't had much to drink, he probably could've caught it. But his senses were somewhat dulled, and the liquid was already pouring from the lip of the cup.

"Oh, shit."

Karma actually wasn't that bad, Peter thought, as his eyes flashed ahead of him. Instead of splashing onto the floor, the beer had landed on an innocent bystander. An extremely attractive innocent bystander.

Her face was crinkled up like a disappointed mother who just came home to see her kid shoving stuffed animals down the toilet. Though her jeans were nearly beer-free, her shirt was entirely soaked, Splash Mountain soaked. Her gaze first landed on the boy, then on Peter. Okay, so karma was actually really cool.

"I am so sorry!" The boy slurred, his eyes drawn open in horror.

"Yeah, I figured," she sighed. She didn't sound condescending—she just sounded like she was already over it. The ends of Peter's lips twitched, but he suppressed the smirk.

"I can't believe I spilled my drink on you!" The boy was much less over it than she was, "I'm so sorry! I—oh, man—"

"Hey, bud, I heard they're doing Jägerbombs out on the porch," Peter whispered to the boy. The guilt was gone from his face almost instantaneously, replaced with an almost childlike sense of wonder.

"I fucking love Jägerbombs!" He exclaimed, his empty solo cup forgotten as stumbled off and out of the kitchen.

"I've never seen someone move on so fast," Wet Shirt Girl spoke up, watching the boy nearly fall again.

"The power of Jägerbombs," Peter suggested. He slipped his windbreaker from his arms and held it out to her, offering a smile along with it.

"Here," he said, "It doesn't exactly fix the wet shirt, but it works for now."

"Thanks," she nodded, grabbing the jacket. She slid it on with an almost exhausted sigh before speaking again: "I’ll only smell horrible now."

Peter laughed at that. He watched her zip it up, he watched the way it strained against—

"I'm Peter." His eyes connected with hers again. A brief look of shock took over her face before it melted back into the same neutral expression she held before. He almost wondered if it was a brief stroke of imagination that made him see her widened eyes.

"I bet you are." Was her reply. Oh?

"That's usually the cue to introduce yourself," he said, a hint of a smile still on his lips.

"Usually is," she nodded. There was a brief moment of silence, an awkward pause at which they stood at a stalemate. Peter took her in again. She was cute. Really cute. Even if she had been weird about introductions, he couldn't help but admire her. So, he spoke up, his voice splitting through the silence but not the tension.

"Do you want to borrow a shirt?" He asked, "My room's right upstairs." When she didn't immediately reply, he quickly added: "I swear I'm not trying to pull anything, I just figured it would probably be pretty uncomfortable wearing a beer shirt."

She watched him for a moment, her eyebrows crinkling in a way that made Peter fight off another smile. He knew he'd won when she let out another sigh, the tired, over-it kind that he was already becoming familiar with it.

"Alright," she nodded. Peter chose not to hide his grin as he mimicked her nod. He led her away from the kitchen and towards the staircase, peering over his shoulder every once in a while to make sure she was still in his tow. Sure enough, every time he looked, she would be there, pulling the windbreaker—his windbreaker—around her.

His room wasn't messy, exactly. There were scattered papers and rogue socks, and of course his flannel sheets were crinkled at the foot of his bed, but it wasn't disgusting. Their entrance was nothing less than unceremonious.

"This is my room," he stated the obvious, gesturing around.

"I would've never guessed." She shook her head. He gave her another small smile before he crossed the room to his dresser. He searched his drawers for something baggy and stupid, something he wouldn't miss. After a few seconds, he landed on a gray shirt with a smiling pterodactyl on the front. Faded words words under the creature read 'You're Dino-Soaring!' Good enough.

“Hopefully this shirt isn’t too provocative,” he grinned as he handed it over.

“Hm, I’ll have to make it work,” she said, inspecting the shirt in an overdramatized sort of way. While she looked at the shirt, Peter went right back to looking at her. She’d be a welcoming sight to wake up to next morning. He wouldn’t even mind paying for her Uber—hell, he might even walk her out of the house, make sure she gets in—

“You got a bathroom I can use? To change?” Her voice interrupts his thoughts, and he shakes the clouds from his eyes.

“Yeah, of course,” he nodded. A few doors down and they make it to the bathroom. Peter goes first, checking for drunk bathtub dwellers, before slapping the doorframe.

“All yours,” he announced, leaning against the wall next to the door. She gives him a salute before entering and closing the door behind her. It only takes a minute or two before she’s emerging again, extending the discarded windbreaker to him.

“It’s a little sticky,” she warns as she hands the jacket back to him. Peter’s eyes wandered down to her shirt.

“Oh, look, you’re ‘Dino-Soaring!’” He chuckled, the low, throaty kind that says he’s holding back an actual laugh.

“I’m always Dino-Soaring.” Her laugh accompanies his. His lips curl up in another smile.

“Do you wanna get something to drink? I can promise this one won’t end up on you,” he suggested, holding that same grin.

“Alright.” Her nod makes his lips quirk up higher. In a reverse of moments prior, he leads her down the stairs and to the kitchen when the sticky remnants of the spill have dried to the floor.

“What’s your poison?” He asked as he tucked the windbreaker under his arm.

“Just Coke—I think I’m gonna tap out for tonight.” Her eyes travel over the sticky floor and the stained shirt in her hands.

“Two Cokes, coming up,” Peter nodded. Two red cans are procured from the fridge in an instant.

“Thanks,” she hummed as she took the drink from his hands, “And thanks for the shirt, too. It really would’ve sucked to have to wait until I’m home to change.”

“Don’t mention it.” He waved her off, cracking open the tab of the Coke.

“Living in a frat must be…sticky.” She can’t seem to peel her eyes off the spilled patch of beer.

“Sometimes,” Peter chuckled, “But it’s not all bad. I get to give out dinosaur shirts.”

“Oh, don’t tell me that I’m not the first girl to ever Dino-Soar around these parts,” she gasped in mock surprise.

“No, no, trust me, I’ve never seen someone Dino-Soar quite like you,” he grinned in reply. He liked her. She was a little awkward, but so was he. He liked her smile, her laugh. He’d probably like her name, too, if she would ever give it to him.

“You never told me what your name is.” His head cocked to the side in a questioning manner. Her expression twisted in a way that told him she knew that was coming.

“That’s right,” she hummed, “Never told you it. Before I do, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” he nodded approvingly.

“Do you not recognize me?” Her lips curled in a small smile, “Peter, we’ve had classes together since freshman year—and not just the lecture hall ones, like, the ones where there’s only twelve people in the room. It’s sort of a statistical marvel. I’m honestly less offended and way more impressed that you don’t know me.”

The words hit him like a semi-truck. Really? She’d been in his classes? She had to be joking—no, she wasn’t joking, the look on her face told him that much. He immediately searched through his memory for her face, combing through classes. Peter never took himself as someone with a bad memory, but he was starting to change his mind. She had to be lying—she wasn’t lying.

“You’re—”

“Where have you been? What the hell are you wearing?” He’s interrupted by another voice. Sliding onto the scene (and effectively ruining Peter’s chances of salvaging the situation into a hookup) is a girl with puffy red hair. Freckles dot her olive skin and scrunch with her as she brings her nose up.

“Long story,” Dino-Soaring Girl responds with a smile, the one she’d been giving to Peter only a moment ago.

“Okay, okay, we’ll come on,” the redhead grasped her arm gently, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Liv threw up after doing a Jägerbomb and we’re gonna head out. I don’t wanna leave without you.”

“The power of Jägerbombs,” Dino-Soaring Girl shook her head. Before she was dragged off, she turned to Peter for one last look.

“See you in class?” She suggested with a smile. He didn’t get to respond before she was gone, the redhead threading through the masses of people. Peter watched her go, unsure whether he should be confused or smiling. He chose the latter.

Peter Parker wasn’t dumb, but he was stupid. And, he was out of a dinosaur t-shirt.

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sturncrazy · 6 months

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LIFE OF THE PARTY PART ONE:

( prt 2 )

- Chris Sturniolo x y/n (fem)

- warnings: mentioning of drinking, language, kissing, some making out

- authors note: this chpt is pretty pg nothing beyond a little heavy kissing….things don’t heat up until the next part. you gotta have some build up yk…

summary: you attended an end of year party for your school with your friends but run into chris who you don’t get along with. someone has the bright idea of starting a game of spin the bottle and your whole night changes…

word count: 2,224 w

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It was one of the last friday nights of school before your summer vacation started and you were trying to make the most of it by dragging yourself out to a party with you friends. It was a small party, all things considered, with only about 25 other people there, but it was still enough bodies to make the basement setting a bit stuffy for your liking. The room buzzed with voices and shitty rap music from some of the boys being on aux. The dim orangey old lighting made the room feel extra hazy. You sat on a couch surveying the group and fussy with your skirt that was a little too short to sit safely. The group was full of familiar faces from your classes, some more than others. You noticed your friend Madi, who’d wanted you to come here in the first place, already stumbling and slurring a bit in the corner by some guys. Staring down at your lukewarm half empty white claw, you decided to go get something stronger…it would be an awfully long night if you ended up being the sober one. As you headed towards the table with the drinks you bumped into Matt.

“Hey y/n! You okay?”

he asked giving you a half hug. you and Matt had been friends for a couple years now after you’d gotten close to his brother nick. Matt was a sweetheart and always had a reassuring presence.

“Yeah! Hey Matt! Yeah no i’m good just need somethin else to drink”

“Gotcha. Well Chris is lurking over by the drinks so tell him i said to stop being a dick to everyone when you see him” He said letting out a small snort and then running off to catch up with his friend Nate.

Perfect…you’d have to interact with Chris. You couldn’t understand why, but you and Chris never clicked. It was strange since you were so close with both his brothers and Madi, who was basically his sister, was your best friend. But the two of you never got along. He was snarky and condescending. You didn’t like his whole superiority complex. And you knew it was a mutual issue. He always made underbreath remarks about you being a “tight ass.” Even though that wasn’t the case at all, you were just shy. Whatever, doesn’t matter what he thinks you thought to yourself as you built back up the will power to continue your mission to get another drink.

You tried to avoid looking at Chris as you scanned the half emptied bottles of various liquors, all probably snagged from oblivious parents collections, but you could feel his eyes drilling into your skull.

“Another drink already y/n?” Chris snarled at you.

“What? you expecting me to hand you a drink voucher or something?” you spat back still avoiding actually looking at him.

“No need to get all huffy. just thought you’d be shitting yourself after a sip of a claw is all” he snickered at his own comment.

“You know I can drink, Chris. You’ve seen me drink before” You said snagging a solo cup and pouring some juice in it.

“Oh no….do we need to have an intervention is it time for the AA meeting?” he teased, mocking you, as you started to unscrew a bottle of vodka. this made you snap.

“screw you you know what i meant. Don’t give me shit. at least i’m actually fun at parties” you said, finally looking up at him. He stood lazily leaning against the wall. he wore loose fit black jeans that sat on his body casually with air forces peaking out of the bottom paired with a simple white t shirt. a stupidly simple outfit that had no business looking that good. You felt a lump in your throat as you scanned his face. Wide blue eyes, slightly hazy from whatever was in his own red cup he’d been toying with, gazed at you with a sarcastic glint through a curtain of mussed brown hair. You hated the fact that for some reason actually looking a Chris always made your stomach do a little cartwheel.

“Like you weren’t just off in the corner just like me a few minutes ago” he retorted

“What’re you watching me?”

“Just observing my surroundings” he lifted his glass to you in a phony cheers before taking a sip, annoyingly unbothered by your attempted jab at him.

“Well it’s not my fault that the party’s been a little dull” you sulked and let a few too many glugs of vodka slam into your cup

“Don’t blame the party. we both know even if this was a rager you’d be clinging to a wall. You’re not capable of letting loose, but hey not everyone in this world is meant to have fun. it’s why we have like math and shit”

You knew he was doing whatever he could to just get under your skin and it was working. You hated how much you wanted to prove him wrong, but you knew another word out of you in protest would only make him cockier. You slammed your revolting concoction to try to suffocate the things you wanted to spit out at him. Shivering slightly, you made another cup full, aware of the fact that his eyes were still on you. Luckily, in that moment a plastered Madi came bounding over to you with Nick not far behind.

“Y/N cmon we’re gonna start a around of spin the bottle so I can try to kiss the boy from my biology class i was telling you about”

“But shhhhh donttell anyone cause it’s a secret” Nick added drunkly giggling and clinging to madi

“I dunno guys isn’t that game kinda childish” you said mostly fearing the idea of getting stuck kissing some gross slobbery drunk guy

“oh cmonnnnn y/n don’t be boring it’ll be funnnn it’s always fun to stir the pot at parties” Nick continued whining

“Yeah don’t be boring y/n” Chris chimed in, clearly listening in on this whole conversation.

“Chris come on you come too!” Madi said attempting to drag him in

“If i have to watch him kiss anyone i will puke on the spot” Nick said grimacing at the thought

“Yeah i’ll pass” Chris said pulling back

“Ugh whatever, you coming y/n?” Madi asked pleading with you. You hesitated. Chris let out a small chuckle

“What?” you asked him.

“Nothin. Just the day I see you play a game like that i’ll shit twice and die.”

“hmmm. your funeral. yeah madi, let’s go” you said taking your friends hand and shooting him a look. for a second you thought you saw a wave of actual surprise flash across his face.

“REALLY?! YAY!!!” Madi cheered doing a little dance and pulling you to follow nick who’d already darted off to collect other people to play. Chris stood there looking unsure of what to do, but unfortunately Madi saw this too. She grabbed him by the wrist with her other hand yanking him along too

“Cmon chris if you’re such a lady’s man u can’t back out of a little game”

The three of you joined a cluster forming on the floor of people surrounding an empty pink whitney bottle. Chris had managed to break off from Madis grasp, but hadn’t decided to leave the circle. Instead he headed towards a few of his lacrosse friends. You carefully sat on the floor beside Madi as Nick started the game.

The beginning part was boring— mostly suffering through watching other intoxicated teens smush spitty mouths together. you found yourself continually reaching for your little red cup to make the experience more tolerable. It had started to have its effects on you and you were sitting in a blissful bubble of your own fuzzy buzzed state when you became aware of madi poking at you.

“Cmon y/n go! it’s your turn to spin” she slurred as your face flushed hot with embarrassment from delaying the game. you heard chris and one of his friends snicker and you shot him daggers from across the room as you reached for the bottle. You gave it a solid spin and watched it rotating, making you dizzy. slowly it began to end its journey and pick your fate. it stopped. you heard an “oh shit” muttered from close by your side as your gaze followed the direction of the bottle cap…to a pair of white air forces sticking out of black denim. No fucking way. you thought to yourself as you were met by the same wide blue eyes from earlier looking at you. Annoyingly unfazed yet again. Chris.

“Puckerup Chrissy” one of his friends laughed shoving at him

Your body froze as he actually began to move forward towards you. He was close enough you could smell the exhilarating sent of his cologne. Your breath hitched as you realized maybe there was a part of you excited for this kiss.

“let’s just get this over with, yeah?” Chris said before leaning in and giving you a heartless peck on the lips. Your heart sank and you felt a flick of shame and rage heat the back of your neck.

This was only made worse when a few turns further in the game chris landed on a different girl and you watched in horror as they sloppily kissed far longer than a first land in the game was supposed to call for. As he pulled away from her you could’ve sworn you caught him look at you for a reaction. A desire to get back at him bubbled inside of you. When your next turn came you spun the bottle as hard as you could, trying to ignore the jittering mix of nerves and anger in your body. slowing slowing slowing…..stopped. You looked. on the other end of the bottle was Nate. Chris’s best friend. Bingo. The spin the bottle gods had been on your side.

Nate gave you a small smile as you two met in the middle of the circle. You leaned in for a heated kiss which was met by nate eagerly pushing into the early stages of a make out. A series of “oooooo”s let out across the room at your display. You pulled away and were pleasantly surprised to see a disgusted glance from chris. he slammed the rest of his drink and attempted to look distracted.

the rest of the game was taking far too long for your liking as people started having repeats which lead to make out sessions. but you knew the worst would be when the 7 minutes of heaven rounds started for the poor unfortunate suckers who got stuck with the same person 3 times. Your third turn came and you gave the bottle a pathetically weak spin…probably a result of your beverage. it gave a half-assed scooch.

“NO WAY” you heard madi chuckle and to your horror you saw it was Chris…again. But this time there’d be no escaping it with a peck. You’d be counted down for 10 seconds to make out. 10 whole seconds. you’d rather die.

“Cmon Chris don’t mail it in this time pussy” you heard his friend taunt.

If you hadn’t known better, you would’ve said he looked almost nervous as he approached you again. This gave you a strange sense of confidence and you wanted to embarrass him some more. You leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss. Charged by the rage and disgust for him and desire to prove him wrong…or so you told yourself…you felt him freeze on the other side of your lips as the group chanted “SIX FIVE FOUR” but in those last four seconds something shifted. Suddenly his lips relaxed and molded against yours. You felt a him take a small inhale before diving back in with force against your mouth. for a moment you forgot this was ever a game. The two of you pulled apart from one another and you scurried back and started at your shoes in a desperate attempt to avoid any eye contact with chris after that. What was that. Something had felt like it was on fire during that kiss. It felt hungry and desperate. Not like a drunk make out or any stupid game. Mulling over what had happened you lost track of the game until you heard someone say “ok chris your go”

your head shot up. chris’s eyes were on you as he reached for the bottle. you watched as he gave it an oddly light spin. it landed on you.

the room was met with a deafening amount of “whoops” and cheers at the first 3rd land.

the first 7 minutes in heaven land. you thought you would throw up on the spot as your entire body froze.

“Into the closet you two” one of the girls said as she rushed over to open up a door to a dusty looking pocket of a room across the basement. you watched chris stand up and casually saunter over towards the storage space. Hands on your back shoved you forward…probably madi. swallowing, you forced yourself to move your legs hesitantly.

“what’re you afraid i’ll bite you? just fuckin get in” Chris said irritability, causally leaning back with his arms folded in the closet. You headed to the opened door.

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vanfleeter · 9 months

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Fifth & Cuff // JTK

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Drinking. Language. Nonsexual Bondage. Mentions of BDSM. Sex. Unprotected Sex. Fingering. Oral (fem receiving). Penetrative Sex. I think I'm missing something.

Author's Note: Thank you CA for the idea ;)

Summary: When a drinking game of Fifth and Cuff turns sexual.

People fill the house with each turn that Jake makes. He didn’t understand why he had to be here. That was until he saw you standing by the fireplace mantel and chatting with someone he didn’t recognize.

Now it all makes sense why Josh practically begged him to come here.

He couldn’t help but to stare at you. His eyes traveled down the length of your body, from the top of your head and all the way down to your toes. He could feel the blood rushing to his dick as he took in the view of your ass but more importantly the way you cross your legs, one in front of the other.

His eyes travel back to your face only to find you looking right at him. He immediately looks away and steps out of view before making haste to the kitchen to fix himself a drink.

“Uh uh uh.” He hears Josh say as the red solo cup is being pulled from his hand.

“Give that back.” He says as he tries snatching it from Josh, but Josh only holds it out of reach.

“You cannot drink yet.” He says.

“What the fuck?”

“We have something planned for later and we need you to be sober.”

“Who is this we?” Jake questions.

“Just stay sober!” Josh calls over his shoulder and makes his way back outside to the deck.

Jake grumbles incoherent things under his breath as he snatches up a water bottle and cracks the lid.

“I take it Josh is making you stay sober too?” He hears you say as you step up beside him.

“Unfortunately..” He mumbles before bringing the bottle to his lips and chugging down half of it.

“Thirsty much?”

If only you knew. He thought to himself.

He exhales deeply after pulling the water away and nods his head. “Very..” Your giggle rings in his ear and his stomach flutters. Oh god how he loves hearing you laugh.

“Hey Y/N!” A guy calls from the doorway of the living room. “Come here!”

You tap the counter before snatching up a small wine cooler before shooting Jake a wink. “I won’t tell, if you don’t.” You say before grabbing another one and tossing it to him. He quickly catches it and looks back up to find you walking off towards the living room.

He is going to kill Josh for this later.

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The party, slowly over time, begins to dwindle down until it’s only about ten people left. Five guys. Five women.

“Alright!” Sam exclaims as he claps his hands together and steps into the center of the living room. “We are going to play a little game. My idea, of course.”

So maybe he should also add Sam to the list of who he’s going to kill tonight.

“Has anyone heard of Fifth and cuff? Or if you went to college, unlike yours truly here, Date and A Fifth?” He earned a few responses and nods of heads before he proceeded. “Great. We’ve already picked partners for everyone–” Everyone groans making Sam roll his eyes. “Oh relax, you’re paired with people you like.” He says.

He begins to pair everyone up and Jake realizes that he’s the last male left. Looking around the room, his eyes land on you as you sit awkwardly on the couch.

“Last couple is Jake and Y/N.” Sam says as he grabs the last pair of handcuffs from inside a box. Your head turns quickly and you look at Jake. He gives you an awkward wave before going to Sam. “Rules are, you have to finish whatever is in this bottle together and then you can be released from the handcuffs.”

“Sam..” You groan.

“Uh uh, rules are rules.”

Jake sighs and holds out his left hand so Sam can latch the cuff around his wrist. Sam motions for you to give him your and you reluctantly lift it up for him. He locks the cuff around your wrist before turning around to retrieve the bottle.

“I have no idea what Josh put in here, but you have to finish all of it, even if it makes you vomit.”

Jake glares at Sam. “That’s not in the rules, Samuel..”

“It is when we play it.” Sam winks. “Have fun you two.” He says before scurrying off.

Jake reaches for the bottle and twists the lid off while yanking your hand with his. He lifts the bottle to his nose to get a whiff of it. He shrugs his shoulders and takes a drink. “Not bad..” He says clearing his throat. He offers you the bottle but you shake your head. “Come on, Y/N–if I have to do it, so do you. It’s in the rules–we have to finish this together.”

“I am not drinking whatever that is.” You say, shaking your head.

“I think it’s rum.. Mixed with bourbon.”

He sees you gag a little and chuckles. “Have you never had either before?”

“I have, just not..mixed together.”

“Just try a sip.” He says. “If anything, I’ll drink the majority of it and you can just act like you're tipsy.”

You sigh. “Why are we doing this?” You say.

“Because we got paired together.” Jake says before he lifts the bottle to his lips and takes a drink.

“No,” You huff. “Why are we doing this?” You motion between the two of you. “I didn’t even want to come to this stupid party.”

“Neither did I,” He responds. “But Josh forced me to.”

“The man is so delusional for believing that you would actually like me..” You say as you take the bottle from his hand and swallow some of it. You wince and hand the bottle back.

“I like you,” Jake says as he takes another drink. “As a friend.”

“No shit.”

He chuckles. “Though if I have to admit it, I am attracted to you.” He says.

Your head snaps up to look at him. “What?” He smirks and gives you a wink before taking another drink. “Jake seriously..”

“I am being serious.” He says. “Are you attracted to me?” He asks as he wags his eyebrows.

“Ew, not when you do that.” You take the bottle back to take another drink before shoving it back into his chest. “I need to pee.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “Thanks for the announcement.”

“Well you do have to come with me,” You say as you drag him out of the living room.

“I am not going in there with you.” He says as you knock on the bathroom door and proceed to open it when you receive no answer. You pull him inside anyway and shut the door.

Oh fuck.. He thinks as his knuckles brush up against your thigh as you pull down your pants and underwear. He keeps his head turned away even while you tug on his arm. This has got to be the weirdest thing he has ever had to do.

No more parties.

Especially no more parties that involve drinking games.

Once again he feels the outside of your thigh as you pull your pants back up. Your skin is soft and now all he wants to do is just touch you. But his hand is yanked away as you adjust your shirt.

“See? So simple.” You say as you begin your hands. The angle has him leaning over you from behind. Maybe slightly too close for comfort. Purposely, as you back away from the sink, you let your ass rub against his front making his breath hitch in his throat. “I might be attracted to you.”

“Might be?” He says as the two of you exit the bathroom. When you don’t answer him, he pushes you into the wall, pinning your cuffed wrist against the wall. “Might be?” He repeats. You can smell the alcohol wafting from his mouth, intoxicating your mind. “Hey,” He turns your face with his free hand so you look at him. “Don’t make me say it a third time.”

Oh, he’s trying to be the dominant one.

You cock your head to the side. “And if you do?”

He presses his lower half against you. You can feel how hard he is already.

“Maybe it’s a good thing that Josh forced us both here tonight.” He says, leaning entirely too close to your face. His lips ghost over yours as he uses his fingers to trace your jawline.

“Are these types of games usually sexual?” You ask.

“Not really.. But they can be..” He drags his fingers down the expanse of your neck and stops right over your collarbone.

“Jake..” You softly spoke.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He says. He softly kisses you, just enough for you to feel him. His eyes search yours after he pulls his head back. “Do you want me to?” You shake your head but he stops you with the point of his finger against your jawbone. “Words.”

“Don’t stop..” You manage to say.

He smiles and leans back in to kiss you.

If only you knew how long he’d been waiting for this.

After a few heated moments, he pulls away heaving for air. He glanced around to make sure no one else was around. “How about we take the bottle upstairs?” He says.

You immediately object. “We can’t do that.”

“Does it say that in the rules?”

“Well.. No.. But this is Josh’s house.”

“That’s what makes it fun.” Jake smirks before pulling you off the wall. He drags you through the house before stopping in the doorway of the patio doors. “Sam, key.” He says as he motions his hand towards Sam.

“Did you finish the bottle?”

“Dammit Samuel, give me the fucking key.” Jake growls between his teeth. Sam sighs and digs into his pocket and produces the key. “Thank you.” He says once he’s unlocked the cuffs.

“What are you up to?” Sam asks.

“None of your business.” Jake says as he hands the pieces of metal back to Sam and grabs your hand, pulling you back inside.

Reaching the top step of the staircase, Jake shoves you into the wall and roughly kisses you. Now that both of his hands are free, he can finally use both of them. Sliding them down your legs, he wraps them around thighs and gives a little squeeze before hooking his arms around them and hoisting you up onto his waist.

Carrying you into the bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him, he brings you to the bed and lays you on your back.

He really never thought this moment would ever happen. He didn’t want to come to this party anyways, he wanted to stay home. Though now he’s mentally thanking Josh for forcing him here. No doubt in his mind that he’s the one who paired you and him together.

He sits you up on the bed and grabs the ends of your shirt before tugging it over your head and discarding it to the floor. His jaw falls slack when he sees no bra covering your breasts. He never really paid attention all night.

You grab the belt loops of his pants and pull him in between your legs. “You act like you’ve never seen a woman’s breasts before.”

“I have.. Just not.. Yours..” He says as you move your hands upward to undo the few buttons on his shirt. He shakes it off his arms and pulls you up to your feet as he kisses you.

His hands travel down to your pants and he undoes the button and zipper. He pulls away only long enough to push them down your legs. You step out them, holding carefully onto his shoulders. He stands back up and makes haste to remove his own before lifting you up again and laying you back on the bed. You scoot back towards the headboard as he crawls in between your legs.

You can feel just how hard he’s become as he grinds his hips into your center. You moan against his lips which makes him smile.

“You sound so beautiful.” He says.

You feel his hand travel down your side, his fingertips dragging on your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Just the sense of feeling your skin makes him grow painfully hard. His lips move in sync with yours as he slips his tongue inside your mouth.

His hand slowly makes its way to your pelvis before dipping beneath the waistband of your underwear. He used his middle to toy with your clit, eliciting a moan to escape you.

“You’re so wet.” He says. “Did I do that?”

“No, Sam did.” You say with a smirk. “He’s just so cute.”

You feel his fingers plunge inside you and immediately curl. You gasp in shock and he chews on your earlobe. “I didn’t realize you had a thing for my younger brother.”

“Does it make you jealous?” You say as you run your hands down the expanse of his back.

“Not in the slightest,” He says as he licks your earlobe. “Because I know I’m better than him.”

“Mmmm..” You hum. “Then maybe we should call him up here and I can be the judge of tha–'' He digs his fingers deeper inside of you, effectively shutting you up.

“Just you..and me sweetheart.” He says. He removes his fingers and brings them up between your face and his. “Look at your sweet slick covering my fingers. Open.” He says. You open your mouth and he inserts his fingers. You licked his fingers clean and he pressed his lips to yours. He groans and licks his tongue over your lips. “You taste so good..”

Pulling away from you, he leans back on his knees. You can see it in his eyes just how full of lust they are for you. Reaching for your underwear, he pulls on the waistband and drags them down your legs. You watch him as he licks his lips and admires just how wet he really has made you.

Laying down between your legs, he grabs hold of your thighs and pulls you closer. You can feel his breath breeze against your heat. Your hands already find refuge in his hair as he places a gentle kiss to your folds.

“Jake..” You whine.

The vibration of his chuckling sends a shiver up your spine. He licks a strip through your folds and teased your clit with his tongue. Your hands fly to his hair and he lets out a groan as you tug. Slowly he licks through your folds, dragging his tongue and torturing you with every fleeting second.

As he sucks and licks, you squirm but he holds you tightly with his arms wrapped around your thighs. It isn’t until he finally inserts a finger that you moan loudly. No doubt someone downstairs most likely heard you. He pumps slowly at first before picking up just a little. The wet sounds filled the room.

“Jake, faster, please.” You say as you reach for his wrist and try to control his pace. He simply chuckles and removes your hand before pinning it to the bed above your head.

“Shall I ask Sam for the cuffs back?” He says as he continues to pump his fingers inside of you. “Or can you be a good girl for me and keep your hands to yourself?”

You nod your head, clamping your thighs around his arm. “I can be good, just please please go faster.”

He leans down and captures you in a kiss as he keeps pumping his fingers. Timing it perfectly, he pulls on your bottom lip with his teeth as he drags his fingers down your walls and curls them. He still had an iron grip on your wrist so all you had was your free hand to hold onto something and you chose his hair again and tugged roughly on it.

He pulls away trying to catch his breath. “Trying to be rough, are we?”

“Jake, you’re killing me here.”

“I think you look pretty alive to me.”

You tug again on his hair, yanking his head to the side and making him laugh.

He lets go of your wrist and crawls backwards away from you and off the bed before rising to his feet. He undoes his pants and rids himself of both his jeans and his boxers. His dick springs free and bobs slightly in front of him. Climbing back onto the bed, he nestles himself in between your legs as he hovers above you, both hands planted on either side of your head.

His hair falls around his face and he flicks it to the side before leaning down to kiss you. He licks his tongue over your bottom lip before pushing in between your teeth. He rolls his hips into you and rubs his dick against your center. Reaching between you two, he begins to line up with your entrance, not once breaking the heated lip action until he’s pushing inside of you.

He moans against your lips as he bottoms out. He drops to his elbows and curves his hands around the top of your head. He slowly pulls out just enough to keep the tip inside before pushing back in. He lifts his eyes to look into yours and he smiles.

“Feeling alright?” He asks as he gets into a rhythm. You nod your head and wrap your arms around his torso as he picks up his pace just a little.

“Fuck Jake..” You moan and squeeze your legs around his waist as you dig your nails into his back.

You can feel him twitching inside of you. That was fast. He really must have been wanting this. To make him come faster, you clench your walls around his dick. The heat inside of your core grows warmer and warmer as you too get closer to your orgasm.

“Jake, I’m gonna come..” You say.

He vigorously nods his head and buries his face into the crook of your neck. Both of you, at the same time, reach your orgasms and he cries into your neck, the sounds muffled by your skin. His name falls from your mouth repetitively as you cling to his body. He holds you tightly, your body shaking beneath him.

Coming down from your highs, he pulls out and rolls onto his back, one arm resting behind his head. He moves his other arm beneath your body and pulls you close to him.

“You should know,” He begins to speak. “That I have been waiting for this for a long time.”

You lift your head, a smile present on your face. “I could tell.” You say. His face flushes red and you giggle. “You do realize that Josh is the reason we got paired up.” He nods his head and chews on his lip.

Resting your head back down on his chest, you eventually fall asleep to him drawing different shapes on your back while you listen to his heart beating.

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“You fucker!” You hear Josh’s voice ringing in your ear followed by a harsh breeze blowing across your shoulders. Lifting your head from the pillow you see Josh smacking Jake with a pillow.

“Cut it out!” Jake exclaims as he grabs the pillow before Josh has the chance to hit him.

“Bravo for sleeping together–fucking finally–but in my bed?!”

Immediately you spring up into a sitting position and look around the room. You didn’t pay much attention to the room when Jake brought you in. “Oh fuck..” You mutter.

“Yeahhh “oh fuck”. Goddammit, Jake.. Now I gotta burn these sheets.. And I just bought them too!” Josh huffs and slaps his hands to his thighs. “Get fucking dressed and go home!” He shouts as he leaves the room.

You turn to face Jake and slap his chest. “Ow! Why is everyone hitting me?!”

“We had sex in his bedroom?! In his bed?!”

He grabs hold of you and pulls you onto his lap. “I can promise you that I didn’t know.. He moves rooms all the fucking time, I thought it was still down the hall.”

“He moves rooms?”

“Something about auras or some spiritual shit, I don’t know..” Jake says, shrugging his shoulders. He rolls you over so that he’s hovering back over top of you. “Since he’s burning these sheets anyways, we might as well use them once last time.” He says before planting a kiss on your lips and hitching your leg up on his hip.

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audhd-nightwing · 3 months

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au where selina adopts dick instead of bruce

- selina goes with bruce to the circus as a date

- when the Graysons fall, she knows bruce is reliving what happened to his parents

- she kisses bruce on the cheek and stealthily makes her way through the crowd to the youngest Grayson

- selina has always had motherly instincts, it’s why she has so many cats. she’s known for taking in strays, so what’s one more?

- she pulls dick into a hug and he melts into her, he just needs someone to hold him right now

- selina reminds dick of his mother- the same warm brown skin, the same tight embrace, both kissing the top of his head and whispering reassurances with a slightly accented voice

- she whisks him away from the police (she doesn’t trust them in general, let alone with a newly orphaned child) and lets bruce deal with the consequences. dick sits on her couch with a cat in his lap as selina introduces herself and explains everything to him

- dick is just glad he doesn’t have to go with the cops or social services (he knows not to trust them), and his gut is telling him he can trust selina. after all, animals are a great judge of character and all of the cats seem to love her

- bruce is aware selina took dick in, but considering how quickly the police give up looking for the boy, bruce doesn’t mind her essentially kidnapping him

(selina eventually becomes a foster parent and legally fosters dick, but it’s years later and the police/legal system don’t care enough to worry about a previously missing persons suddenly appearing as a foster kid. gotta love Gotham)

- dick is still young and angry and wants revenge on tony zucco. selina is honest about her identity as Catwoman, and he asks her to help him get back at the man who killed his parents

- together, they steal his most prized possessions, bankrupt him, and overall ruin his life, and then they hand him over to the cops with evidence of his crimes duct-taped to him

- dick is a natural at stealth, thanks to his acrobatic abilities, and he begs selina to train him. he wants to be like robin hood, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, and who is selina to deny him that?

- selina will still steal jewels from museums and such for herself, but she does that solo. together, the two of them go after corrupt rich people and steal their money, distributing it to the poor

- dick teaches himself how to hack and is able to access bank accounts, making it much easier to steal large amounts of money. selina is extremely proud of him

- selina makes dick his own suit and he goes by Stray. he is typically the one to give out money to people on the streets, and he’s eventually known by most of Gotham. bruce carefully ignores this happening, because he recognizes that Stray is helping the people of Gotham in a way Batman can’t

- bruce still finds and adopts jason, but his costume and name are obviously not Robin. probably Batboy. anyway, dick hears about Batman’s new sidekick and immediately thinks “friend? potential friend?” so he follows them around and befriends jason

- jason knows about Stray, and has a slight hero worship of him ‘cuz he’s like robin hood!’ which dick (and selina) find adorable

(dick is about 10 when his parents die, 12 when he becomes Stray officially, and 16 when jason (13) becomes Batboy)

- tim, when he finds out about dick being fostered by selina kyle after being declared missing for years, of course goes to confront them. dick was (still is) his childhood hero, and he was so worried when the older boy was declared missing

- at least until he recognized dick as Stray, but he couldn’t exactly confront him then

- anyway so tim shows up at selina’s apartment and demands to see dick. selina is like “you are tiny, come inside” and calls for dick. it takes dick a moment but he recognizes tim and hugs him. tim clings to him and dick just accepts it

- tim gives him the photo they took together and some others he found in the newspaper of dick and his parents. dick cries and thanks him

- they get to talking and dick & selina are like “how did you get here? where are your parents?” and tim is just like “oh they’re in egypt. i rode my bike here :)”

- this of course leads to dick and selina stealing tim and leaving bruce to deal with the consequences once again

- it’s easily resolved, selina becomes tim’s emergency contact and they talk to his parents; whenever janet and jack are away, tim will stay at selina’s. blackmail might be involved but a deal’s a deal

(dick is officially fostered by selina right after jason is adopted by bruce, and about 6 months after that tim (10) confronts selina and reunites with dick)

~ time skip ~

- dick goes to Gotham University and lives on campus but stays with selina every weekend. his major is undecided and he eventually drops out to start paramedic training

- when bruce doesn’t believe jason (15) about Garzonas, he runs away to selina’s where dick (18) and tim (12) comfort him. he tells them about sheila haywood and they research her, but jason ends up deciding not to go after her

- selina has a Talk with bruce and he apologizes to jason, inviting him back as Batboy. jason agrees but visits selina’s apartment far more often. he is Batboy for a few more years before offering the mantle to tim and going off to college

- tim respectfully declines being Batboy, and since jason never dies and bruce never goes off the deep end, it isn’t necessary for him to take on that role

- babs is still Batgirl and then Oracle, and tim decides to train under her with computer stuff instead of going out in a mask. tim helps both Batman and Stray when they need it

(babs becomes Batgirl around the time dick becomes Stray, and becomes Oracle a year into jason’s run as Batboy. she views jason as a little brother, and has a sort of Batman/Catwoman relationship with Stray (aka dick flirts with her as Batgirl and she pretends to hate it. they don’t actually date but end up becoming good friends) dick goes after the joker when babs gets paralyzed and breaks both of his legs. he is Oracle’s #1 fan and is super happy when tim decides to train under her)

(babs is about 2 years older than dick, and balanced being a college student/graduate with being a vigilante. she’s a total badass and works more with the Birds of Prey than Batman, but always has time for dick jason and tim)

- babs becomes a lawyer. dick becomes a paramedic and gives Stray to tim, instead becoming Nightwing- a medic vigilante. tim takes on the mantle of Stray and does the robin hood gig. jason leaves the vigilante life behind and goes to college, majoring in english and minoring in education (he wants to become an english teacher and give Gotham kids good educations)

~ the end ~

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64yrsold · 10 months

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ACHES 13. thunder

18+ (please see masterlist for cw) aches masterlist previous (12)

“Working hard, baby?” I asked, serious but giggly. I loitered in the doorway to the bedroom, where he had temporarily crammed a desk, laptop, and a few loose instruments. His office.

“Listen to this, darling,” he murmured, playing a recording of acoustic strumming, washed away by reverb and noise. I listened, quietly, watching his hands illustrate the music. I liked watching the soundwaves scroll on the screen. “Fucking gorgeous, that is.”

I nodded, “I like it.”

“That’s all me, by the way,” he pointed to the screen, raising his eyebrows. “Little solo project. Don’t tell anyone.”

I smiled, “Who would I tell?”

“I’m on a roll today, sweetheart.” He leaned far back in the chair, reaching his hands above his head. He yawned and groaned, revealing his inky hips as he stretched. “You having a nice day?”

I was grinning at his question, “Very nice.”

“Mm,” he hummed, glad. He relaxed, his hands slapping into his thighs. “I have noticed the time, if that’s why you’re lurking.”

“I’m not lurking,” I rolled my eyes, “This is my apartment.”

“My office,” he sat forward in his chair, knees touching the edge of my bed.

“Pretty small office,” I shrugged, “For such a big-time-hit-song writer.”

“I try to keep my ego in check.”

“It’s pretty big, isn’t it?” I bit my cheek, half-hiding behind the door frame.

“Are you about to make a dick joke?” His mouth was open in a smile, laughter catching in his throat. He got up from his chair, clambering around the bed, resting his hands on my hips.

“Well, now you’ll never know,” I tucked my head into his chest, eagerly listening for his heartbeat. I found it, ear pressed to the familiar percussive sound. I found comfort in imagining his heart, wet and beating, constant and working, touching all his blood and breathing oxygen into it. I wished I could project the visceral image of his beating heart onto a screen, and watch it slop and work. It could put me to sleep, I thought. “You ruined the moment.”

“I could never ruin the moment, darling.” He spread his hand over the small of my back, pressing my body against his. He kissed my cheek, my neck, my forehead.

“Since your workday is done,” I looked up, “Right?” I whispered for approval. He gave me a quick nod, eyes closed. “Since your workday is done, can I ask you a favor?”

“Anything,” he said into my hair, kissing at my temple. “I’d even give you three wishes, if you rub–“

“Not very original,” I critiqued, earning an understanding shrug.

“What do you need?” Serious again, his thumbs turning little circles against my skin.

“It’s just my back, I–” I was quiet, nervous to ask.

“Say no more, my dear,” he stepped away, dramatically ripping the covers off the bed. Trying to get me to laugh. “Lay here a minute, and just close your eyes. Let me get a few things ready.”

“It doesn’t have to be–”

“Lay down, will you?”

I didn’t feel the urge to argue. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him stumble around the bedroom, hopping over clutter and stepping around the edges of my furniture.

“You lie down weird,” he quipped, lighting a few candles around the room. I sighed, laying flat on my back as he shut the blinds. The room flickered gently.

“Darling, you want a glass of water?” he asked from the kitchen.

“I’m alright,” I replied, closing my eyes. The room was quiet, the sound of the small fan in the corner rustling his notebook pages the only noticeable noise.

He set a glass of water on the nightstand beside me. “Take off your clothes.”

I laughed, a puff of air.

“Or… What do they say? Undress to your comfort?” He sat on the edge of the bed beside me, a hand resting on my stomach.

“Too tired,” I mumbled.

“Miss, I’m just trying to do my job,” he tickled the skin above my hip, causing me to jolt upright, giggling. I squirmed, pushing at his solid forearms. “I’ll help you, if you want.”

I laid back down, letting him hover over me, kissing my lips briefly before pulling my shirt over my head.

“Comfortable?” he teased, flinging the shirt into the laundry basket. His hands were warm at my sides, indulging in the softness of my skin.

I shook my head, smiling. He nodded, a quick flip of his chin, and bent his head to meet my chest. He kissed at the valley of my breasts, along the lace of my bra, and down to my bellybutton. He slipped his fingers into my belt loops, and I raised my hips to help him drag my jeans down my legs.

He planted a thick, wet kiss on the inside of my soft thigh. “Pretty thing.”

“Not very professional.”

He looked up at me with black pupils overflowing his irises, pink lips blushing. He didn’t say anything, biting his lip as he pulled my underwear down my legs slowly. The cold air of the room bit at my skin, leaving me sensitive and shuddering.

“Is this to your comfort level?” he asked again, smooth and low.

“Not quite,” I shivered, and he unclasped my bra in an instant. I watched his eyes linger at my peaked nipples, lips parted and sighing silently.

“You can roll over for me,” he murmured, “Please.”

I liked his politeness. I rolled onto my stomach, and he sat on his heels just below my waist, hands poised at the middle of my back.

“This will be a bit cold, darling.” He quickly rubbed a creamy, dense lotion into my back, trying to use the warmth of his hands to dull the cold chill of it. He pushed into the muscles alongside my spine in big, heavy circles. His overwhelming touch was enough to pull the breath out of my lungs. I was warming slowly.

“Harder?” he asked, and I blushed, nodding. He pressed deeper into the muscle beside my shoulder blade, an uncontrolled groan escaping me. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I mumbled, mindlessly ringing with bliss.

“You have to say if I hurt you.” He lightened his touch, focusing on spreading his hands wide over my back. But I didn’t want him to be careful. I wanted to feel the full force of him, to panic as my joints dug into the mattress. I wanted to grit my teeth, to set my jaw, to stay silent as his body overwhelmed my own. To see blood. To see if I could handle all of him, all at once. Then, pretty kisses over lavender bruises, soft accolades from his lips.

“You don’t hurt me.” My eyes were fluttering closed, my entire body focused on his circling hands.

“You’re so soft,” he was mumbling, and I could feel his breath hitting my back. His hands were weakening, fingertips twitching with exertion. “I have to be so careful.”

I was breathing deep and wide, picturing my diaphragm pulling down my lungs to my hips. I listened to the hiss of air leaving my nose.

He reached up to the back of my head, pulling my hair off my neck and to the side. He pressed two fingers to the base of my skull, dragging them down the ridged ladder of my vertebrae. It was ecstasy to be touched like this, to capture his complete attention. I was losing my grip, waiting for his fingers to climb the hills of my spine. He trailed a finger stepwise to my tailbone, pressing his palm there gently.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he sighed, and I could hear the need in the strained whisper of his voice. “Made just for me.” His arm wrapped around my lower belly, guiding my body to his, pressed close and tight. He was hard against my thigh, and gasped quietly into my skin. He was starved, kissing my back with his wet and open mouth. He moaned into each kiss, shaking me down my spine. His curls brushed against my back, butterfly kisses over my sensitive skin. I felt a stitch down my side, twisting between my thighs and screaming there for relief. I stretched my arms above my head to clutch the sheets, parting my knees for him.

“Need you,” I whined, naked and frustrated against his clothed body.

“I just want to touch you,” he nipped at the skin above my hip, crossing over my back to the other hip. His teeth and tongue were delicious, a punctuated mixture of sting and release. “Let me take you in.”

“Something,” I begged, “Give me something.”

He laughed, cheek against the middle of my back. “Okay.”

His arm left me, and I sank into the mattress without his restraint. I was motionless and splayed facedown as he tugged down his jeans, placing his thigh between my legs. He pulled me against him, wet and hot against his leg. It was enough pressure to ease the ache, and I smiled into the sheets, satisfied.

“Now will you be patient?” he asked gently, meaning to tease me. It was sweet and earnest. He was hoping to keep me occupied while he took his time. I nodded, lazy and stupid. His palm opened over my bellybutton, guiding me to sit upright. I whimpered, happy and drowsy, letting his hand slide up between my breasts as my head laid back on his shoulder. I was sitting on his thigh, back arched to accommodate the angle I needed to kiss at his pulsing neck. I ground my hips into him instinctively, but he wrapped his other arm around me tightly.

“Keep still,” he brushed his lips against my ear, “I need more time with you.”

I nodded, wanting to be good. I held my breath carefully, the bottom of my lungs aching, keeping still and controlled. He curiously wandered around my neck with his fingertips, searching for something. I had nothing to hide, and let my hair spill over his shoulder as my head relaxed into him. I was barely there, only a heavy fog of lust. He captured the cartilage of my throat, finding the edges of it. I felt off-balance, realizing he was keeping a tactile diary of my body. His breaths were shallow, mouth gently agape, focused and quiet. Remembering.

His finger moved to the side of my throat, tracing the carotid. He dripped his way down my neck, following the artery, chasing it to my collarbone. His hands smelled like coconut, from the lotion.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” he whispered into my hair, mouth buried in my temple. The warmth of his hand covered the top of my breast, his palm pressed carefully to the skin.

“Breathe, just a little deeper,” he murmured, noticing my unnatural stillness. He matched his breaths to mine, encouraging me to fill my lungs until they stung. The intimacy of our synchronized breaths had me circling my hips over his thigh. He didn’t stop me, “That’s better.” His voice was honey-thick and exhausted. He cupped my heartbeat as it slowed.

Rain splattered against the windows. The sound left me feeling foggy, and I pictured us outside, the rain soaking through our clothes. Kissing raindrops from his cheek. Watching lightning spark against the sky, cracking across his pupils.

His hand trailed down my stomach, an agonizing pace. He placated me with the flick of his tongue against my neck, humming sweet words into my heated skin.

This must be love.

This must be intimacy.

I whimpered, high and ugly, when the rough edges of his fingertips met with the wetness between my legs. Now I felt completely exposed; blunt, stripped ends manipulated by his hands. He circled his fingers in the slick of my core, bringing it to the apex and pressing into my clit.

“All for me?” he was prideful, the question rimming with satisfaction. Just what he wanted, me draped over him, pooling with need. Just what I wanted.

“Fuck me,” I moaned, at a pitch I didn’t usually reach. I wasn’t still at all anymore, reaching my hands above my head to fall into his hair, tugging at the soft strands. I ground my hips into him, forcing the friction he was trying desperately to withhold. He withdrew his fingers, biting at my earlobe.

“Be good,” he stated, simple. As if it were easy. I was already near the dizzying edge of an orgasm, the feeling spreading open in my lower belly. A bloom, a sunrise, an awakening. And yet, emptiness, a painful lack of his presence.

I took in a shaky breath, realizing my thighs were trembling as I attempted to keep myself motionless. I tried to focus on the wall of warmth that was him against my back, on the surrounding force of his gravity. I was too wired to think straight.

“Help me,” I asked, and his breath caught, stopping the steady waves of his chest. He helped lay me down, my back to the mattress, my legs spread open for him to kneel between. My hair tickled my neck as it splayed over the pillows.

“Better?” He smiled, and I closed my eyes, the sight of him making it hard to keep my hands to myself. I listened to him pull off his shirt, “Open your eyes, darling.”

“I’ll touch you,” I whispered, and he laughed quietly.

“Keep them closed, then,” he kissed my cheek, “It’s fun to surprise you anyways.”

And, a shock, as he pushed two fingers inside of me, stretching and rolling into me. I whined, unprepared but desperate, holding his flexed forearm gently. He kept an even pace until I was moaning rhythmically, lulled and hazy. He held down my thigh with his free hand, gentle but firm. Keeping me right where he wanted me.

He removed his fingers, finding my clit and leaving me whining. I opened my eyes, his form blurry before me. Thunder shook the room, boasting and deep. I couldn’t bear it, the stinging, all-consuming bliss his fingers elicited. I grabbed his hair in fistfulls, listening to his breath hitch.

“Fuck,” he murmured, lazily rubbing into me. He was too gone to care about my desperate behavior, “Is this what you wanted?”

I nodded quickly, but couldn’t help myself from swirling my hips, gasping at the ecstasy he drew from me.

“Pretty thing,” he moaned, his hand leaving my thigh to palm his cock. I couldn’t look away, his eyes half-closed and dark, his hand moving over himself slowly, matching the relaxed pace he used on me. His mouth opened prettily, his lower lip glistening wet and needy. It was too much, him looking at me with round, full, desperate eyes, the sparks he sent down my legs, the twist somewhere deep within me. I was up high, on the very edge, leaning over the railing and judging the distance below.

“Come, and I’ll fuck you,” he promised, voice strained and panting. “You want that, baby?”

I took a handful of his hair, his fingers still slow and restrained on my clit. A steady, faithful promise. My fingers were numb, my pulse an afterthought as I watched him observe me. He watched me moan and squirm, listlessly grabbing at him, his shoulders, his elbows, whatever was near. He understood, pressing his palm to my cheek, and slipping his thumb over my tongue. I moaned around his finger, sucking at the saltiness of his skin. He gasped quietly, losing focus on my clit, and pressing harder than he meant. I cried out, muffled by his thumb, a rocky, well-deserved climax rumbling throughout my patient body. I trembled, letting the euphoria ripple through me, seeing bright shades of blue as I squeezed my eyes shut. Then, desperate for him, I opened my eyes, losing myself in his endless pupils. I whimpered again, my body still tensing and relaxing deliciously. He noticed, slipping his fingers back inside of me, letting me finish around him with a final, thick moan. When I was limp and nothing but raw nerves, he withdrew all his fingers, laying beside me. He pulled my back to his chest, tightly holding me against him. I shuddered into him, reeling.

“Go to sleep, darling,” he said, holding me with steady pressure. I protested, parting my thighs and moaning. He ignored me, “Wake me up when you need me.”

I hummed in agreement.

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whereisten · 1 year

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Let’s Make Tonight Your Birthday

Ten X female reader (s,f)

((Part 2 to this!))

Ten is crazy for you and fails to hide it. He wants to celebrate you (even when it’s not your birthday).

4.2K words

Warnings: this is like pure smut hehe, praise kink (receiving and giving), oral (female and male receiving), penetration, unprotected (be safe tho!), minimal choking, food play

(A/n) just a little something for @saint-jaemin that asked for a part 2 as well as a nod to Ten’s solo release “Birthday”!! i love it and i love him so much :’) Stream it for clear skin xoxo

“Let’s make this quick and clean, Ten.” You say while lightly pushing him back down on the couch.

He smirks. “Of course..we have dinner to get to, don’t we?”

You roll your eyes and get on your knees in front of him with your dress halfway down your body.

You slowly take his zipper down while his eyes follow you closely.

“If I do this for you, can we go after?” You plead.

Ten doesn’t let his strong gaze lift from your face. “Hmmm..” he hums as he leans forward.

“If you’re unaffected by this and your makeup is still intact…then yes.”

You chuckle. “Psh..of course I’ll be fine..you’re the one that’s hot and bothered by a few pieces of fabric.”

Leaning back into the couch, Ten relaxes, watching you wrap your hand around his hard length. He exhales loudly.

“Just feels good to have me touch you, huh?” You say confidently while stroking him slowly.

Ten lets out a laugh. “Mmyeah, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel so amazing, baby…especially when you use that smart mouth of yours.”

Your mouth tilts upward.

“Oh? I’ll see what I can do.”

And you do. You stick your tongue out and run it up and down Ten’s length while watching him groan. You wish you could do more, but if you wanted the night to progress smoothly, you’d have to keep it clean and quick.

Still, your tongue finds the slit and licks up the precum.

His head falls back in response. “Fuck…”

“Does it feel good, Tennie?”

You move your hand faster and glide across every vein with your tongue.

“So good..but not as good as when you’re on top of me…” he grumbles.

Your breathing hitches as you remember the last time you rode Ten until you saw stars.

Memories of his hands gripping your waist as they explored your stomach and then your breasts flooded your mind.

You moan to send vibrations through his member, but you also genuinely became turned on yourself.

Your hand moves faster as you think of your legs on his shoulders as he buries himself into you, his finger tips massaging you as you slowly start to lose it. You think of his grunts and the way way he pins you down while fucking you senseless. His small, but his skillful hips drive into with an unimaginable force.

Ten chuckles, interrupting your thoughts.

“Are you wet just thinking about me in-between your sexy legs?”

Your eyes lock and you suddenly start to feel less confident as Ten smirks.

Don’t let him get to you. You’re the one in control here.

You tried to tell yourself, but you knew you were lying. Ten was slowly taking over and there was nothing you could do, your wavering legs reminded you of that.

You still stroke his dick and lick it like it’s a popsicle and it makes him weak seeing you like this, but he wants you to be ruined too.

“Hmm? Is it my fingers or my tongue? Or is it my dick? Which one are you thinking about?”

“Ten..” you close your eyes and moan again. You nearly gave in right there and then by opening your mouth a little wider around his tip.

“Fuck.. I’m happy with anything, just as long as I’m inside you. You know that don’t you?” He caresses the side of your face.

He’s close and you can tell by the way his hand trembles slightly.

“Yes, Tennie, I know..” you smirk before licking your bottom lip.

The truth was you were remembering Ten making love to you when you visited him in the practice room one day.

He was practicing alone late at night so you decided to surprise him with new sneakers. He made love to you in the room shortly after with your body against the mirror and his sweaty abs and chest on your back.

Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was adrenaline, but either way, Ten fucked you roughly that day with his fingers digging into your hips and his teeth biting your skin.

The building was empty, but that didn’t matter. You had cried out his name so loudly the entire time, you prayed the entire block was unoccupied.

You remember having to limp home once he was done with you.

Oh no..

You’re wet.

You should’ve known that reminiscing about your moments with him would lead to this.

You flatten your tongue on him and swirl the precum around carefully so it doesn’t drip onto your chin.

Ten glances down at your cleavage and then to your delicate hands stroking him with care.

“You’re so perfect…just wanna feel you on me..”

“Mhmm..anything for you, baby” you hum once again and the tingly sensation is all he needs.

“Ahhh..fuck…” Ten curses as strings of cum spurt out onto your hand.

He pants and shuts his eyes tightly.

Once he’s done, you place a hand on his thigh as he watches you lick up his release from the inside of your palm.

“Ahh good girl.” He smirks and zips his pants up.

You stand up and start to fix your dress, but he takes your hand while still seated on the couch.

You sigh and turn to him with a raised brow. “Baby?”

“Ride me..please.” He begs with wide eyes while intertwining your fingers with his and watching your lips lowly.

“W-what? You’re not even hard right now-“

He pats his thigh. “Come on, pretty baby, I wanna see how wet you are.”

You shake your head. “See how wet I am AFTER dinner. Let’s go.”

Ten pouts, but accepts defeat. After all, he did make a promise and your makeup still looked wonderful.

———

[After Dinner]

You barely make it back inside before Ten’s hands are all over your body. You make out deeply, finally ignoring your perfectly lined lips to make a mess of them instead.

You tug the bottom of his shirt slightly as he presses you into the back of the front door to his place.

“Finally…” he smooches your lips and smiles.

“The wait is over.”

You chuckle and press a hand onto his chest. “God you’re so dramatic, that wasn’t so difficult was it?”

“Baby, I just want to see you in that set again, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

Your face becomes warm as you look away. Ten was crazy about you and never hesitated to let you or anyone else know that.

He takes your hand as he leads you into the bedroom.

He brings you to the edge of the bed and taps your shoulder slightly so that you sit down. You gasp quietly at the controlling action.

He places both hands on your knees and leans down to face you. You stare at his lips, your chest rising and falling quickly as you anticipate his next move.

Ten knows how to get your full attention. Every delicate touch, every heavenly whisper, every heated glare makes your desire for him rise. Within seconds, you’ve forgotten all about your dinner and what you ate. This is how powerful Ten is. Or rather, how deeply in love you are with him.

His lips are stained with your lipstick, and the rouge shade brings out the special shape of them.

“Pretty girl, I just wanna make you feel good.”

He whispers before kissing your neck.

You groan quietly.

His voice lowers even more. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“Y-yes, baby.” You close your eyes and let your head fall back as his kisses continue downward and to your cleavage.

Ten chuckles before removing his lips from your goosebump-littered skin and holding your chin in between his thumb and index finger.

He clicks his tongue. “Such a pretty face, but without manners…”

He frowns before continuing. “If you’re gonna ask for something, ask nicely.”

Your eyes widen. “Yes. Please.”

He chuckles. “That’s my girl. I think we should make tonight your birthday..”

You nod.

Ten takes your hand and has you stand up in front of him. His dark eyes are locked onto your lips as he takes his phone out of his pocket. Fortunately, he had an amazing sound system installed a few weeks ago, so when he pressed play, a sultry slow RnB song echoes throughout the apartment.

He also uses his phone to dim the lights, emulating a very romantic mood.

You place your arms around his neck as he pulls you closer, placing his hands on your waist firmly.

You move slowly and in sync, your bodies come together as one as your heart races and you struggle to keep eye contact with Ten.

He smiles slightly. “You’re so quiet now. Cat got your tongue?”

“And what should I say when you’ve got me tied around your finger like this?” You chuckle. “You’re good at what you do, Ten.”

Ten laughs before kissing you again.

When he pulls away, you lick your lips. “What do you mean by ‘making tonight my birthday’?”

Ten smirks and spins you around so his chest lays on your back like a blanket. He places one hand around your neck while the other rubs your thigh while moving in an upward motion.

A moan escapes you as his hips grind against you. Your head falls back onto his shoulder.

Ten’s breathing staggers as he lowers his chin into the crook of your neck. His husky voice echoed over the music. “Everything about you is perfect..” he squeezes your butt cheek once he finishes his statement.

“Yeah..but why tonight?” Your eyes close.

“Don’t need a reason, baby. And to be honest, I can’t wait a few more months to celebrate you..”

“Oh..”

“And you know I love this set.” He continues to kiss your neck as his hand cups your breast.

His soft squeezes combined with the scent of his sultry cologne leave you mesmerized and almost dizzy.

A few minutes later, Ten zips your dress down to reveal your ass in skimpy lingerie. It falls to ground and you step out of it.

You’re about to turn to face him when is surprisingly quiet, but he pulls the waist band of your thong and releases it so that it snaps against your skin.

“Ow!” You yelp playfully, but he only chuckles and rubs his hand over the irritated area.

“I have something for you..” he says huskily, causing shivers to run through you.

“Yeah?” You look over your shoulder.

Ten quickly reaches into his pocket and takes out a small black velvet bag.

“There’s one more thing your perfect body needs…”

He pulls out a Diamond-studded waist chain and tosses the bag onto the bed.

You gasp when you see the dazzling jewelry in his hands. “No way!! Ten..this is too much, oh my G-“

“Shhh..lovely, you’re gonna look so fucking sexy with it on.” He chuckles as he carefully places it around your waist and hooks it in the back. The diamonds and his fingers are cool against your heated skin.

You look down and sure enough, the majestic chain made you look and feel even sexier. “Thank you so much, Tennie. I love it.”

“Only for you, baby.”

He smiles before kissing your shoulder.

“Bend over for me.”

You bend over the edge of the bed with your ass up and wait for Ten’s next command.

“Tell me what you want, I’ll be the good boy for you tonight.”

You look over your shoulder at him in shock.

“W-what?”

He smiles and bites his bottom lip. “You still have to be polite.”

“Make love to me, please?”

He shakes his head. “Of course, but right now, what do you desire?”

“Oh…touch me…please.”

Ten nods and pushes the fabric to the side before cupping your heat.

“Ahh..you’re wet just from our dance, baby.”

You whimper as his fingers press into you more and more, then finally, two enter you.

You exhale. “Yes..thank you.”

He takes his time curving his fingers into you while watching your eyes close tightly below him.

You relax the side of your face into the plush bed and focus on his fingers slowly stretching you out.

He loves watching you fall apart under him and as much as he wants to feel what his fingers feel around his already hard member, he knows he has to wait.

“Ten…faster, please.”

“Hmm” he glanced down at your ass as you tip toe in an effort to bring it closer to him.

“I want to go slow tonight, love.”

You whimper. “Didn’t you say you’d be a good boy for me?”

He chuckles. “Ah yes, I did say that, but don’t you think you’re being a bit too greedy? I haven’t even seen your pretty face yet?”

“Ten…”

“And you’re taking me so well..I know you want it badly, right?”

His thumb flicks against your clit and you jump in response.

“L-let me face you then..”

You turn over on your back, using your elbows to push yourself further up on the bed.

Ten chuckles and places his fingers back in while adoring your gorgeous body below him. Something about you only being in this set with your heels and stockings on makes him silently lose it.

He takes your hand in his other hand and intertwines them above your head.

“Please kiss me.” You gaze into his daring low eyes after watching him eye you up and down.

He instantly leans down and takes your lips over like he’s been waiting all his life for you to ask. You moan into his mouth as your eyes close. He applies more pressure onto the fleshy spot, making you whimper and nearly bite his lip.

After only a few seconds, he lowers his face to your pussy and breathes heavily.

“I’ll kiss you here too, okay?”

He flicks his tongue against you while listening to you cry. His moves it in a circular motion as he presses his fingertips onto your sweet spot.

“You like it, right? Do you want more?”

He lifts his head to see your response.

“Y-yes.. More, please.” Your breathing begins to quicken as Ten continues to tease.

“Tell me I’m a good boy then..” he smirks, but never stops his heavenly fingers.

“You’re a good boy, Tennie..” you nod quickly.

Your grip on his other hand tightens as you bite your bottom lip.

He lowers his face again, pressing his lips onto your skin now and making sure apply immense pressure to your clit with his tongue.

“Ahh! So good.” You exhale.

He never lets up on his attack, ensuring that his tongue covers all bases while his fingers move faster. Your breathing grows heavier and your moans combined with his get louder.

You bring your knees to your chest as you run your other hand through his disheveled hair and the new position drives you crazy.

“Mmm Ten..” you cry out and shut your eyes tightly. With a few more brushes from his thumb and devilish tongue, you moan while cumming. You grip his shoulder with your other hand, nails digging into the skin as if to hold on to your sanity.

“Ahh fuck..” Ten groans as he watches your back arch. You shut your legs tightly when your mind goes blank with just Ten’s name running through it.

“Good girl..wanna clean it up for me?”

Ten places his fingers into your mouth.

“Like this?” You lock eyes with him and he giggles at the sight of your eyes wet with your once perfect liner and mascara.

He takes his bottom lip in between his teeth while watching you lick his fingers clean.

“Perfect..”

He then places both hands on either side of your head and kisses your lips deeply.

When he pulls away, you prop yourself up on your elbows.

“Can I take your clothes off for you?”

“Of course..” he chuckles.

After sitting on the edge of the bed again, you stare up at Ten as you unbutton his shirt and then unbuckle his belt. You face his rapidly rising chest and sculpted abs. Everything about him was beautiful and radiant, but he was more starstruck by you in this moment.

Your delicate fingers playing with the buttons, your swollen lips between your teeth as you try to breathe heavily. And your dazzling eyes that locked with his every so often.

He rubs his thumb along the side of your face. “You’re so beautiful…”

He swallows hard while watching you struggle to unbuckle his belt.

“but you’re so anxious to fuck me, you can’t even take the belt off, can you?”

You scoff, but tighten your legs at Ten’s husky voice. He giggles unashamedly.

“Oh look at you being cocky..I kinda like it.” You finally take his belt off and bring his pants down slowly.

“Oh really?” He smirks.

“Be a good boy and rest against the headboard.” You say lowly as you stand up.

“I’ll be right back.”

You head to the kitchen while he gets into position.

A few minutes later you walk back in with a can.

“What’s that?” Ten looks up with furrowed brows.

“Oh this? Hmmm let’s just say I like my cake with whipped topping on it.”

You crawl onto the bed with a smile before kneeling over his lap and facing him.

“You’ll let me use it, won’t you?”

Ten chuckles. “Anything for you.”

He smacks a hand onto your ass before cupping it.

You yelp at the surprise attack before laughing together.

You then press the top of the can so that a white swirl escapes onto his nipple.

“Let me clean that up for you.”

Using just the tip of your tongue first, you tease his hard nipples. He moans and throws his head back in response.

You flatten your tongue against it while flicking the tip up and down for a few seconds.

“Cant forget this one..” you say before placing a bigger swirl onto his other nipple.

Ten nearly loses it when you lick vigorously around the sensitive area. His grip on your ass tightens.

“Fuck..baby I don’t know how much more teasing I can take.” He closes his eyes tightly once your hand runs down his thigh.

“Hmmm..but I’m having so much fun.” You lick your lips and look up with an evil glare to which Ten smirks in response.

At that moment, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

He suddenly grabs your waist with both hands and brings you down onto the bed beside him.

He yanks your bra down to your midsection, causing your breasts to pop out above it.

“Don’t be selfish, pretty girl, I want a taste too.”

He takes the can from you and places a swirl onto your nipples before licking it off as you did for him. He sucks harder and moans while you cry out his name once more.

He swats your legs apart, pushes the thin fabric covering your opening and places two fingers inside you again while creating a love bite on your neck.

“Ahh! Tennie..I-I’m ready.”

“Well I’m not, I need more sugar.”

He places more whipped topping onto your skin and flicks his tongue against your hard nubs before sucking.

Your head falls back as you start to grow more and more wet with his actions. His thumb brushes against your clit with more pressure. You start to wiggle and your mewls grow louder as you fall apart.

Your hands find his broad shoulders as your press him down closer to you.

“Ten..oh my god.” You cry out as his lips latch onto your other nipple.

“Yes, baby, cum for me, please..I’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t I?”

Your eyes tighten, you’re so close and then he removes his fingers and lifts himself away from you.

“Ten!”

You leap forward and reach for his arm, but he pushes you back.

“Open..” his says sternly with dark eyes.

You instantly open your mouth and let him place his fingers into it, allowing yourself to taste the very buildup of essence he’s caused. Meanwhile, he swirls his tongue around your nipples.

The way he commands your movements and caresses your breasts becomes too much. You cum anyway, clenching around nothing as you scratch his back and whine with his fingers in your mouth.

He kisses the center of your chest and smirks. “Good girl.”

You pant as his fingers leave your mouth.

“I…I thought you were supposed to be the good one tonight.”

“If I was naughty, you’d be a long way from your first orgasm of the night.” Ten says in an almost threatening manner.

You lick your lips. “Ugh you’re good, I can’t even be mad at you. Maybe we should use whipped topping more often.”

He laughs then fixes your bra back to how it was. “No..you’re the only sweet thing I need.”

You roll your eyes.

“Now..” he runs a hand through his hair and lays back against the headboard, patting his thigh while watching you through low eyes.

“I think it’s time for my reward…I’ve been asking for it all night.”

You smirk and lift yourself up over him.

“What now?”

He kisses your shoulder then looks into your eyes and whispers. “Ride me.”

You bring yourself to kneel even though your legs are still trembling from before.

“Would you like to do the honors?” You raise an eyebrow.

A corner of Ten’s mouth lifts slightly. “Of course.”

He grips your waist to bring your body closer to his.

He reaches down to your apex all while looking at you above him, never letting go of your eyes.

His soft fingertips brush against your entrance, and instead of pushing the fabric to the side, he attempts to unbutton where the front and back meet.

He struggles to do so with one hand and you both begin to laugh.

“You’re so anxious to fuck me, you can’t even unbutton it, can you?” You return his question from earlier.

He blushes before laughing sweetly. “God, I love you.”

You gasp when you feel the cold air against your soaking entrance as he finally unbuttons it.

He takes your ass in his hands while you place your hands onto his shoulder. You lock eyes, biting your lip as he brings you down onto his member slowly.

You both moan when he finally fills you completely, you feel complete and satisfied like you have for so many nights. It always felt right with him.

You move up and down slowly, gently swaying your hips to increase the friction in the area you needed it most.

Ten’s eyes wander from your face to your breasts gently spilling out with each thrust, then to your waist now decorated with a chain only half as dazzling as you around it. And then to your thighs where your garter belt and stockings attach.

He silently celebrates your beauty as you close your eyes and feel yourself nearing your climax.

“Is it good, Tennie? Am I rewarding you well?”

Ten runs his hands up your thighs causing you to clench suddenly. He gasps and thrusts harder than he wants to.

You fall forward, latching your lips onto his.

He quickly kisses you back then pulls away so he can watch you again.

“Yes..fuck..so good, you’re doing so well, baby.”

A mixture of moans and cries fill the room, Ten knows you’re just a few more moments from cumming again.

The sight of the gorgeous man below you makes you so incredibly hot, it’s ridiculous.

He smells of cedar wood and citrus, you can’t get enough. His fingertips and hands feel like silk against your skin.

You love taking him this way, but the dainty chain gracing his neck reminds you of nights before when he pushed your body into the bed while gripping the headboard. His necklace would dangle in front you as you went crazy from his smooth, but pleasurable movements.

You moan quietly while running your hands down his pale chest.

“Faster, baby, you’re so pretty like this..” he praises you and it nearly tips you to the edge, but you want to climax with him, you have to.

He resists the urge to take over by flipping you onto your back and pushing himself so deep into your velvet until you both see stars.

You place your hands behind you on his legs as you move faster. Ten loves this angle because he can watch your body more clearly and see your muscles flex with each movement. He can also meet you halfway by thrusting into you.

“T-Ten..baby..cum with me please, I’m so close.” High pitched noises escape you and your head falls back.

“I know, I know, good girl..”

he pushes his hair out of his eyes and watches your bodies meet, your entrance leaving his member glistening with slick as it rises and falls onto him faster and faster.

“Fuck..” he grunts and thrusts in you.

Your movements growl sloppy so he controls your body by grasping your throat with one hand and your waist with the other. He slams you down onto him repeatedly as you clench and release onto him.

“That’s it, my pretty girl.”

Hearing you cry out his name one last time is all he needs. He chokes you as he releases deep inside you and curses.

You breathe heavily, relaxing once he finishes.

A breath leaves you both as you fall into the bed together.

“Wow..what an amazing non-birthday night.”

You chuckle then kiss Ten.

“Hey, it’s someone’s birthday somewhere.” He smiles and hugs you tightly.

You go to the bathroom together, allowing Ten to remove your lingerie set before taking a shower. He whispers sweet word and “i love you’s” while lathering you down in body wash.

You then dry up and cuddle yourselves to sleep.

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Sun In The Storm - Part Two

Summary: Rafe as a toxic bf

Warnings: Toxic relationship, discussions of unhealthy eating habits, cursing

Author’s Note: I loveeee writing this concept <3 Let me know if you would like another part

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You hadn’t seen Rafe for the past week, managing to avoid him. Well, perhaps avoiding him was an understatement - you were avoiding everyone. You hadn’t done much more than leave your room to go to the bathroom and go back. For the first couple of days, you hadn’t eaten either. Eventually, Topper had started coming up to your room and giving you food, leaving it on the nightstand if you were asleep, or sitting with you to make sure you ate it if you were awake.

Today, he’d brought up your food and was sat on the edge of your bed with you.

“Okay, so, it’s been five days,” Your brother points out, “Ready to see the outside world yet?”

“I’ll have you know I have a great view out of this window,” You comment, taking a bite of the sandwich in your hand.

“Sarah’s having a party tonight, and I think you should come,” He explains, watching your face shift slightly in concern before he says, “Rafe’s not going to be there, she already told me that.”

“I don’t-“

“(Y/N), you’re my sister and I love you, but please don’t stay in your room any longer,” Topper shakes his head, smiling at you, “I mean, seriously.”

You roll your eyes, “I’ll think about it.”

“You’re coming with me.”

~~~

He wasn’t wrong. You showered, changed out of your pyjamas, put on some makeup, and felt the most human that you had felt ever since you’d left Rafe’s last week. Topper tells you to find him at the party if you wanted to go home at any point, and reminds you three times that he wouldn’t be drinking anyway.

The party is full of people that you don’t know, and it’s a slight relief to know that not all of them would be desperate to ask about Rafe. But, then again, it didn’t ever take long for news to travel around this place.

You take a red solo cup of tequila and sprite and sip it quicker than you probably should, saying hi to the few people that come over to you. It felt like their eyes were on you more so than their interest - like they were waiting for you to break. For years now they had known you as a couple - you and Rafe. And, through everything, you always stuck with him. It felt odd to accept that it wasn’t the case anymore. And they were all waiting for the moment you got back together.

Eventually, you walk through to the lounge with another new drink in hand, where people are mingling in every corner. You take a deep breath and another sip of your drink, interrupted as someone comes over to you.

“So I hear you’ve caused quite the stir around here recently,” An unknown voice speaks from beside you and you turn to find a guy you’d never seen before.

He’s about six foot tall, dark brown curls floppy on his head and dark brown eyes, freckles darkening over his nose and cheeks.

“I’m Ryan,” He outstretches a hand to you.

“(Y/N).”

“So, from what I hear, you had a boyfriend, he was a bit of a dick, and you ended things,” He continues, “And now everyone’s looking at you like you’re a ticking time bomb.”

“Yeah, I guess that sums it up,” You force a smile, “I’m glad you managed to get the rundown before you met me.”

“Just taking notes so I knew what I had to contend with,” Ryan nods, a smirk dancing over his lips.

You don’t respond, taking another gulp of your drink. It’s stronger than you’d normally have and it already feels like the world is going a little fuzzy around the edges.

“So, now that I know you’re single, how about you go out with me some time?” He suggests, leaning sideways against the wall beside you, his figure towering over your frame.

“Oh, um,” You clear your throat, another sip of your drink, “I’m not really wanting to date anyone right now.”

He smiles like it was some sort of comfortable challenge before going on, “Well, you wouldn’t know unless you tried, would you? What’s the harm in trying?”

You go to respond as commotion seems to rise over the crowd of people at the party, everyone’s eyes flicking towards you and then back amongst themselves. That’s when you see him. Towering over the majority of bodies in the crowd, a face that made your heart clench. Rafe’s eyes fall on you instantly, and an anger seems to seep into his features.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” He bellows, storming over the length of the room towards you.

“Hey listen man I-“ Ryan begins.

“Shut the fuck up!” He returns, “Get away from her.”

With that, Rafe’s hand wraps around your forearm tightly, his eyes scanning over your face with wild fury like he’s checking for anything wrong.

“We’re leaving.”

Your words seem to fail you, incapable of focusing on anything else but the feeling of his fingers clenching around your skin. He keeps tight hold of you, pulling you through the crowd of people until the fresh air eventually hits you, and reality seems to too.

“Get off of me!” You raise your voice, tugging your arm away from his hold with no success.

“That guy is an asshole, (Y/N), you’re lucky I came home when I did,” Rafe confirms, “You shouldn’t be talking to him he-“

“Enough Rafe!” You pull your arm away once more and release yourself from his grip.

You stumble backwards just slightly with the force and Rafe’s features seem to settle into worry, softening almost.

“I don’t need you to do this. I don’t need you to pull me away from guys at parties, or drag me out of them for that matter, I don’t need any of that. I can take care of myself.”

“I’m not saying that you can’t but it’s my-“

“It’s not your job,” You interject, “It’s not your job anymore okay?”

His face drops completely then, any ounce of anger simply dropping to the floor around him. His shoulders fall too, their tension dissipating.

“(Y/N) this is ridiculous,” He drags a hand over his hair, “This isn’t us. We just need to talk about this and then we’ll sort it and-“

“Rafe please,” Your words come out as a whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself, “Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

He is silent, his brows furrowing as he watches you, refusing to take his eyes away.

“I need to go home,” You clear your throat, “I’m going to find Topper.”

“No!” Rafe interrupts quickly before you can turn away, “Don’t do that. I’ll drive you.”

“I-“ You pause for a second and scan his face, watching the way he looks at you like you’re everything in front of him, “Okay.”

The two of you walk towards his car and he hurries just slightly ahead to open the door for you. You couldn’t remember the last time he’d done it. You smile as a way of thanking him and sit silently in the passenger seat, your hands tucked together in your lap. He gets into the driver’s side and starts the engine, hand on the back of your chair to reverse out of the spot. You stay quiet, the air hanging heavy between the two of you. He doesn’t speak, instead turning up the volume on the radio just enough for it to be heard. It’s a Noah Kahan song, one from the playlist that you and Rafe shared.

No thing defines a man like love that makes him soft. And sentimental like a stranger in the park.

For a few moments, I see you.

You turn to look at him, his hands loose on the steering wheel, his eyes looking ahead at his headlights on the road. There’s a shadow cast over his face that seems to soften the harshness of his cheek bones, darkening the tired purple under his eyes. Part of him still felt like yours, you knew that as much as you didn’t want to.

All too soon, he turns to park in front of your driveway and shuts off the engine, only then turning his head to look at you.

“Did your parents have a good trip?”

You look at him for a second, swallowing the lump in your throat, “They’re still away. Their two week trip turned into four weeks, and I think there’s discussion about extending it again.”

“Really?” Rafe laughs a little, “Typical of them.”

You nod, laughing just slightly too, “Yeah, very typical.”

“Do you remember the first time they left after we got together? Your Dad had that camera installed at the front door so I had to climb through the window every time?” He smiles, “I think I got stuck in the bush one time.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I spent like an hour getting all of the twigs out of your hair. So high maintenance.”

“I’m high maintenance?” He puts a hand to his chest in mock-horror, “You have an entire cupboard of your stuff at my house, like more than I own I’m pretty sure.”

The silence falls between you again, a moment of realisation.

Rafe clears his throat, “I can get that stuff back to you if you need it.”

You shake your head, fiddling with a loose thread between your fingers, “No, it’s okay, it’s no rush.”

He pauses for a moment like he’s contemplating if the next words are a good idea or not, “It’s been weird not speaking to you the past few days. I’ve gone to text you or call you like every day and then realised I can’t. I even drove to your place on my way home two days ago, and just sat outside in my car.”

“Stalker.”

He laughs, scratching the back of his neck, “Yeah, maybe.”

When he moves his hand back down, you notice the bruises casting over his knuckles, wrapping over the bones. You reach out and grab his hand in yours, “What did you do?”

Rafe swallows thickly, “I just had some business to take care of.”

Instantly, his hand falls out of yours and you re-gather the ounces of yourself that you felt you had left, “I should go.”

Your fingers fumble to find the door handle and you push it open, stepping out of the car onto shaky legs.

“(Y/N)?” He leans over just slightly across the middle of the car, like he’s constantly drawn towards you, “I’m sorry.”

You inhale and exhale shakily, clenching and unclenching your fists, “Good night Rafe.”

~~~

The following morning, you’re up before the sun is, sure that you’d only got a couple hours of sleep. You shower until the water goes cold, you tidy up all of the discarded clothes from around your room, clean every inch of your bathroom, then go downstairs to do the same in the kitchen and every other room that followed. You’re in the lounge when the vacuum switches off and you turn around to see Topper stood against the doorframe.

“Do you mind turning into Cinderella after ten am next time, please?” Your twin brother frowns, arms folded as he watches you.

“Sorry,” You smile, “I couldn’t sleep.”

He walks over and sits on the arm of the nearest couch, “So I heard Rafe found you last night. What happened?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “He saw this guy Ryan talking to me and he flipped.”

Topper shakes his head, “The guy acts like he owns you. What did you do?”

“We argued outside and then he drove me home.”

“He drove you?” Topper raises his eyebrows, “Are you fucking serious (Y/N)? I was right there, you should’ve come to find me!”

“It’s fine, Top, nothing happened. He drove me home, he left, that was all,” You defend, wheeling the vacuum across the floor towards him.

Topper seems to relax just enough, “Did he say anything?”

“Enough of the third degree please?” You shake your head at him, “Nothing happened, that’s all you need to know. I’m going over to his in a little bit to drop off his stuff, and then the door is closed, it’s done.”

“You know it gets harder to believe you every time you say it,” Topper jokes, “Need me to come as back up?”

“I can’t think of anything worse,” You roll your eyes, “You need a shower, you stink.”

~~~

When you turn up at Rafe’s house, his car is missing from the driveway. You walk up to the door and knock, stepping back.

“Hey!” It’s Sarah on the other side, “(Y/N), what are you doing here? I was just on my way out.”

Your hands feel a little clammy holding the shoe box in your hands, “Oh, sorry, I can come back another time. I just needed to bring these things for Rafe.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” She beams, “You can take them straight up to his room if you want, he’s not here. I’ve got to run but just lock the door behind you when you go, you know where the spare key is.”

You agree and she’s already hurrying off to leave before you step inside, the house eerie in its familiarity now that you were here without the crowd of people, and even more so without Rafe. Following the steps you’d taken a thousand times, you make your way up to Rafe’s room, the door just ajar. Everything is in its usual place, his bedsheets messy over the mattress, clothes across the floor, his laptop shut on the desk. You set the box down onto a flat part of his bed and that’s when you see it - on an empty spot on top of his chest of drawers. It’s a brown Nike shoe box with the first initial of your name written in Sharpie ink across the top.

Curiosity gets the better of you when you go over. Part of you expects to find all of the boring bits - a half used deodorant, a few tops you’d left here, the odd pair of socks, some of your makeup, all the typical bits. But there’s nothing like that.

There’s a golf pencil and scoresheet from one of your first dates, ticket stubs from movies you’d seen and the many times you’d caught the boat to the mainland, and a snow globe that he’d won you at a fair. Underneath that, like a bed for it all, is a mass of photos of the two of you.

You pick a bunch up and one falls back face down into the box. It’s then that you see the words written on the back - each photo marked with a song. There are ones of you from when you first got together, from your first Christmas as a couple, your first holiday together, each one of them paired with a song that reminded him of you two.

“You know it’s not good to go snooping through peoples’ stuff.”

You flinch at the sound and almost drop the photos in your hand, holding them a little tighter instead. When you turn around, Rafe is leaning against the open doorframe, his keys spinning around his finger.

“Sorry I just-“

“Came to drop off my stuff?” He points towards the box on the bed, “I haven’t got your stuff together yet.”

“What’s all this?” You look down to the box, setting the few photos back into their place.

Rafe smiles a little, “Just stuff from the last few years. I’m sentimental, what can I say?”

You swallow the lump in your throat, “There’s stuff in here from before we were even together, you’ve got everything. How did I not know you had all of this stuff?”

He shrugs his shoulders and walks over to you, taking the box in his hands and closing the lid over it, “Well, I realised that I just managed to keep things from our first dates and everything, and then I just decided to keep it all in one place. I thought it would be nice for a present one day, or to show our kids or something.”

Rafe takes the box and pushes it back into an empty slot at the top of his closet, stretching up to do so.

“What are you-“

“You broke up with me, you don’t get the privilege of my (Y/N) box,” He jokes, wiggling his finger at you.

There’s a lump in your throat that seems to strip you of any words until you say, “Why are you keeping it?”

“I’ll need to add more to it one day,” He shrugs his shoulders, “Would be stupid not to.”

As much as you hated to admit it, all of the bad seemed to disappear in these moments. All of the arguments and the bad days and the worst of your relationship seemed to dissipate. He’s your boyfriend again, the boy you’d chosen every day to love. And you believe him when he says he’d be adding more.

“Maybe not now, maybe not soon, but I’ll find a way,” He nods and it seems to convince you too, “Is that okay with you (Y/N)?”

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david-talks-sw · 2 years

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why do so many people hate on Mace Windu?

'Cause he's too much of a badass for them to handle! Jokes aside, this is a subject I came across a few times. If I had to guess why?

1. "Mace was a jerk to Anakin!"

A lot of people see Mace as "always being antagonistic towards Anakin". When - if you look at the facts - that's not really true.

In Episode I, sure, Mace initially votes to not let Anakin into the Jedi Order. But shortly after, when it's put to a vote a second time, Yoda is the only one still not wanting Anakin to join.

Implying... that Mace was cool with it!

Hell, there's even a non-canon comic that covered this, with Windu actually arguing letting Anakin into the Jedi Order against Yoda because he thinks Anakin will bring Balance to the Force.

In the comic, he also suggests giving Qui-Gon’s lightsaber to Anakin.

In Episode II, he's actually defending Anakin. He and the Council are confident in Anakin's ability to have his first solo mission, praising Anakin's skills and - in a deleted scene - even reminding Obi-Wan to have more faith in his Padawan.

Finally, in Episode III, at a first glance, it looks like Mace is indeed written in a way that makes him antagonistic to Anakin (the same Anakin who turns to the Dark Side in the same film, so maybe his instincts weren't so off after all...)

A lot of people say "he says he doesn't trust Anakin!" and I've already covered what that's really about here:

TLDR: he says he doesn't trust Anakin when he's 1) on a secret mission 2) with Palpatine. Which makes sense, because Anakin isn't exactly subtle and he has an emotional attachment toward Palpatine who everyone can see has Anakin wrapped around his finger.

Also, if you wanna count it... the novelization of Revenge of the Sith justifies this by the unbearable stress he is under.

A stress due to the Clone War and his whole Order being drafted into being warriors when they're supposed to be diplomats, thus causing hundred if not friends of his comrades to die (and don't even get me started on how hard the loss of clone lives must weigh on him).

Jedi of the Republic: Mace Windu writer Matt Owens seems to echo this sentiment:

"The Jedi are like atomic bombs: they have so much power, but they really don’t want to use it. Mace is a masterful warrior who doesn’t relish fighting. Such use of his power goes against his code, but if he doesn’t use it, what will become of the Republic? As a member of the Jedi Council, he is under pressure because he is a leader. He’s forced into an uncomfortable situation where he is doing something he doesn’t entirely agree with for what he believes is ultimately the greater good. But he has to be sure of himself because he has so many others looking to him for direction." - Matt Owens, Star Wars Insider Special Edition, 2021

So it's not personal toward Anakin at all, but Anakin's whining and making it all about himself certainly isn't relieving the stress.

But hey, let's suppose he is a dick to Anakin in Episode III (he's not, but let's go along with it).

That's still one movie out of three. So if there's a change in attitude toward Anakin from Attack of the Clones to Revenge of the Sith...

... what spurred it?

What event would make Mace go from telling Obi-Wan to have faith in Anakin to having him be adversarial toward him?

It would've been nice to see that in an episode from The Clone Wars, which partially exists to fill in the gaps between AOTC and ROTS.

I mean, was there a time where, for example, Anakin prioritized saving Ahsoka over a bunch of people in a building, leaving Mace to do it himself?

Still, we get moments between them, and they're not all negative:

They have fun banter, at times, right? But then we hear Dave Filoni say that Mace had an issue with Anakin from day one.

"You see, Mace Windu’s the guy that tells little Anakin ‘no, he will not be trained’. You cut to Anakin and he’s like, ‘What??’ There’s this look on Anakin’s face like, 'I’m gonna remember that, you’re a negative, why are you doing that?’ So you have to look at it, the Jedi are - though they mean really well for Anakin – they’re always telling him 'no’. They’re always saying 'no, you’ll be expelled, you’ll have to leave the Jedi Order’. [...] So when you get to that point-- all these things I’m talking about get you to that point where Palpatine’s on the ground and Mace Windu has a lightsaber at his throat and he’s saying “he’s the traitor”. So Anakin’s there and he’s choosing between the guy that’s always told him “no” - that, while he respects him and [Mace’s] not a mentor, but he’s a fellow Jedi - and the father figure [of Palpatine] who holds the key possibly to immortality and you saving this person you love in Padmé." - Dave Filoni, Rebel Force Radio, Star Wars Fan Days III, 2009

So... I honestly don't know who to listen to.

If we're meant to see Mace as "negative toward Anakin" then the episodes failed to convey that properly.

If we're not, then why is Dave Filoni saying the above?

Same thing goes for the recently-published novel Brotherhood, written by Mike Chen.

Like, I want to give the novel the benefit of the doubt and say "yeah, but we're only seeing Mace through Anakin's eyes, so of course the opinion is biased and exaggerated." But then I hear Mike Chen say stuff like this...

"And, like, [Anakin’s] constantly pulled in every direction and the finally, when you go from that to Revenge of the Sith where it’s like “hey, my wife is going to die unless I listen to my cool uncle, who has never been mean to me” and then you have Mace Windu who’s like “TAKE A SEAT, SKYWALKER!” y’know, it’s like who’re you gonna listen to? It really makes sense, it feels very organic, from that perspective." - Mike Chen, Beyond the Blast Doors, 2021

... and it's clear my arguing "unreliable narration" would just be me expressing a headcanon.

2. "Mace represents everything wrong with the Jedi"

Then, another argument I heard once is that he embodies everything wrong with the Jedi Order. As said in this comment here:

Wow, that's a whole bunch of hate hurled in Mace's direction.

Also inaccurate.

The fact is, Mace is - like most Jedi - a space shaolin/buddhist monk. He's incredibly wise and spiritual as heck. But when it comes to it, he's a no-bullshit kind of guy, especially when considering the Jedi being forced into a war.

As Samuel L. Jackson put its:

"Mace is a voice of reason. He thinks before he speaks. He's pretty calculating, mostly even-tempered, and he's not to be trifled with. He knows that the war is coming and he has a pretty good idea who is behind it. [...] Mace Windu has known Obi-Wan Kenobi for a very long time. Mace was a contemporary of Qui-Gon Jinn. He understood his faults and admired his qualities and can see that Obi-Wan has taken on some of Qui-Gon's strongheadedness by wanting to train Anakin Skywalker." - Samuel L. Jackson, as reported in Star Wars Insider: The Skywalker Saga Collector’s Edition, 2021

That doesn't mean Mace isn't compassionate or empathetic. On the contrary:

Here’s Mace taking down a criminal who was using child soldiers.

See that teenager who shoots at him in the final panels? At the end of the comic, he tries to have her freed.

Then, here’s Mace going out of his way to save a Twi'lek girl.

And this post, right here, lists a ton of examples of Mace putting others before himself in The Clone Wars.

Oh, you wanna go Legends? Let's go Legends.

Here’s Mace before and after saving an old lady from thugs.

Here’s Mace being kind to a starving Sith worshipper who tried to start a mob to kill them, choosing talk and mercy over violence.

Here's Mace praising Anakin!

One time, Obi-Wan almost died on a mission. Mace stayed by Anakin's side the whole time Obi-Wan was undergoing surgery.

Here’s Mace calmly agreeing to disagree with a Jedi who thinks the Order shouldn’t have joined the Clone War.

Hell, here’s Mace being nice to animals.

Mace Windu embodies everything right about the Jedi Order.

3. Misc "arguments"...

A number of silly, small things I hear sometimes:

"Oh he called her 'citizen' what an asshole!" He refers to her the same way she referred to herself. Ahsoka's been gone for months she doesn't have context and letting her into the fold in that particular instant would spell disaster. It's not personal, Mace even gives her a respectful nod before the call ends.

Then there's:

"Mace never apologized for the way the Council treated Ahsoka!" Because Plo Koon apologized on behalf of the whole Council.

“You have OUR most humble Ahsoka.” Plural. He’s speaking for all of them, nobody contradicts him, thus showing they agree. It’s a 22-minute TCW episode, they’re not gonna have each Council member apologize individually. It’s common sense. I'd also hazard that the "this was your real trial" line lingered from the first draft of the script as originally, Ahsoka didn't leave the Order at the end of "The Wrong Jedi" and prolly got promoted to Jedi Knight.

Also:

"Mace Windu once believed himself to be the Chosen One, he was jealous of Anakin!"

Uh... I'm just gonna post this one again...

Then there's this one I read which just made me cringe:

*sigh*

Yeah that TOTALLY sounds like something Mace “You Can’t Kill The Zillo Beast 'Cause It’s An Innocent Living Creature” Windu would do.

Intentionally leading his Jedi brothers to slaughter is so typical Mace “Get The Men To Safety While I Risk My Life For Them” Windu behavior.

So, why do some fans not like him?

I honestly dunno.

The only other reason I can think of (like the other Jedi, he's not as flawed as Anakin, some see him and the Jedi as holier than thou, he's nothing like Luke Skywalker) is explored more in detail here:

#Mace Windu #Samuel L. Jackson #In Defense of the Jedi #Jedi Order #Jedi Positivity #jedi order #meta #anakin skywalker #star wars #Master Windu #long post #this one was a long time coming!

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fullofgutsndopamine · 2 months

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Sigh No More (This Is How It Starts)

TW: sex joke, heavy drinking, cursing, mention of past bad relationship

the hiccups give you away.

they always fucking give you away.

your best friend, angie, stands across from you, almost as drunk as you are.

she speaks over the rim of the cup.

“are you drunk?”

Angie giggles, the kind of giggle you can only accomplish when you’re drunk and the world is light and you have no real worries briefly

“No,” you hold out the o for an obnoxious amount of time, dropping your voice to a whisper, a conspiracy between you two as you grab her in closer, “Are you?”

she giggles. the world around her is brighter, the music louder, everything is funnier: “Yeah,” she giggles. “i am.”

which only makes you giggle more, “can i tell you a secret?”

your voice borders on a slur as she stands closer to you, and she can feel your hot breath on her ear as you talk:

“i’m drunk too.”

you two erupt into loud giggles, eyeing the small crowd.

Hasan stands in a half circle a few steps away from them, in a tight white tank top and tight jeans, practically painted on him, both that leave very little to the imagination

“Communism, you fucking idiot, is not the same as socialism and if i’m the first person to tell you that revolutionary idea then-“

Hasan swirls around the amber liquid in the red solo cup, not really feeling like drinking.

This is his third party this week and the fun that came with the parties quickly wore off by the end of the first one.

“Communism-“

“Don’t you dare say anything about Russia-“

A hard shove by his elbow and he whips around, ready to tell the fucker to watch where they’re walking, ready to put himself to his full height, to be the intimating hasan everyone knows he as.

“That’s my ex-“

He’s seen you before, sure. In passing-the school is small enough that as you leave your english class as he’s getting ready for a modern history class-has seen you in the classroom in the corner, doodling on the desk (that he definitely doesn’t make his own) but that’s the start and the end of how he knows you.

“Quick,” you’re slurring, “Kiss me.”

A smirk pulls it’s way on his lips:

“I usually like some foreplay before,” he’ll smirk, making himself taller, “like a fucking name-“

you roll your eyes, grab him by his tank top until your bodies collide into each other:

“Kiss me, you idiot.”

and you sound sober all of a sudden, your eyes full of what he thinks is borderline panic-so before he can stop himself, tell himself what a horrible idea this is, his lips are crashing into yours, warm and feel familiar, like this is where they’ve belonged after all this time-

Hasan watches as the guy-shorter,pink polo and backwards baseball cap for a team he doesn’t recognize, navy board shorts and fuck-sunglasses inside-pauses, like he’s unsure who this is, is debating on stopping or not and for a second you think you got away with it when you feel a heavy hand on your shoulder.

“Babe,” he calls, making your lips part from Hasan’s. “Who’s this?”

And something about this, about asking who this is, rubs Hasan the wrong way as his lips part, his hand goes to your lower back. Acting who this is like he fucking owned you or some shit

“Anthony,” You sound sober again, and your voice borders on being smaller, like you’re scared of this punk in front of you, “This is my boyfriend. uh-“

You pray to whatever god exists that hasan knows to follow the lead, not make you look dumb-

“Hasan.”

He speaks and you hold in a breath of relief. Hasan hand hangs in the air, and Anthony huffs: “Right.”

Hasan snorts, his hand leaves the air and tangled back around your side, “Charming,” holds in an eye roll, “Heard a lot about you.”

So it’s a lie, doesn’t even know this guys name but he looks like a dick so sure-

“Hopefully all good.” Anthony shifts his weight from one foot to the other and Hasan takes some joy in humming, not answering the question.

“I should go-“

“Babe,” Hasan speaks, “I’m gonna get us a drink-“

and the bastard enjoys this, takes your head in his palm and turns your face up at him so you’re on your tip toes as he gives you a gentle kiss.

by the time your eyes open again, and you’re about to say something to hasan about enjoying this too much, anthony is gone.

Hasan stays by your side.

“I think you’re a fucking liability at this point,” Hasan sighs over a glass of water, “Drink some water.”

“not a liability-“ you slur, “think you enjoy-“

a hiccup erupts through your whole body, makes you jump.

“water.”

You take the water and he can tell by the way you’re staring that the room is spinning. his voice turns gentle, tangled his fingers into yours and slowly takes you up the stairs.

“This is my room,” he says, a bunch of lined paper decorate the door, looks like it’s done by various children judging by the way his name is misspelled and letters are upside down, “it’s messy, but you can have the bed.”

A twin sized bed is pushed in the corner. A desk is next to it, crowded with books some half open, others closed with food wrappers as bookmarks. Highlighters and pens are thrown around, along with multiple stacks of stapled papers, a pair of glasses on top of the mess.

“this tours?”

it doesn’t make sense and it’s hard to understand you through the slurring but he nods,

“Yeah,” he says gently, “this is mine.”

“your bed is small.”

he huffs as you gently guides you to the bed, lifts your feet up and swings them onto the bed, his fingers working slowly on taking your heels off.

“Yeah well, can’t afford better.” he snorts.

“You’re kind,” you say as he gives you some blankets, “to do this. you have people thinking you’re tough but you’re a softie.”

he rolls his eyes but his face is pink, “don’t tell others,” he says, “not everyone gets this treatment.”

“Yeah?” you sigh, curling into the covers that smell like him; pine and toothpaste- “What at makes me special?”

he laughs, knows you won’t remember this:

“Only pretty girls get this treatment.”

you giggle, like the drunk you are: “you think i’m pretty?”

your voice has a teasing sing song to it, obviously enjoying it and he rolls his eyes:

“get some sleep-“

“where will you be?” suddenly your voice borders on worry as you pop up, “are you leaving?”

he wonders if you’re like this every night, if the fear of sleeping alone keeps you up.

“I’ll stay, i’ll stay.” he says gently, “look. i’ll work at my desk.”

you don’t move and he rolls his eyes:

“i’ll be right here, close your eyes.”

and you obey and he’s two steps away before you open your eyes again:

“Hasan?”

he holds in a sigh, “yes, sunshine?”

it’s clear the sunshine is sarcastic but something about it makes it feel like butterflies are throwing themselves around your belly

“I can’t sleep.”

he holds in a sigh, holds in the obvious: because you haven’t tried.

instead, makes his way to his dresser, takes out some black shorts he practiced in the weekends with, an old shirt from his days on the debate team in high school-prays your drunk enough to not ask about it-

“Here,” his voice is gentler than you’re use to, and you’re the crying type of drunk so tears threaten to fall when he hands you a bundled up pack of clothing, “Put this on.”

“Is this a bad attempt to see me undress?”

He rubs his forehead, “Jesus fuck, here.”

and he makes a show of turning around, covering his large hand over his face. you half expect him to turn around like Anthony would, but he stays the whole time, barely fidgets.

“Alright.”

he turns around and red faced you’re settling into his bed.

“Alright,” he rolls his eyes, “Close your eyes-“

“You’ll be right here?”

you’re voice is a whimper, borders on pathetic.

“And i’ll be right here.”

You settle into the covers.

“Thanks, Hasan-“

he turns to say something sarcastic but you’re already passed out in his too small bed.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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The fear: Jason Todd x fem!reader part 4

part 1

part 2

part 3

Driving back to Gotham was…. Intense. A lot of memories started creeping inside Y/N mind, both wanted and unwanted, good and bad. Most of them were about her time with batboys, all the fun and fear combined, but on the other part there were recollections of her father’s lab, late nights working on some chemicals and substances.

Even the weather seemed to fit into her melancholic mood, since satisfying Gotham notoriety as the most depressing city in the world it started heavy raining the second she get into the car…..

“Oh, boys…. What did you got yourself into this time?” she sighed, trying to focus on the road.

One year ago.

The boys were out, as usual, doing their usual crime-fighting vigilante shit. All four of them, even if Y/N and Babs were repeatedly warning Bruce that making them work together was not a good idea. However, Batman was not known for his listening-to-reason skills. Instead of changing plans, he decided to involve Cass and Steph into the mission as well, treating them like some sort of safety valve in case his sons really started fighting themselves.

Chemist and Oracle stayed in the batcave, in front of the computer, shaking their heads in disapproval as they watched how the patrol was going. Bruce and Dick dealt with the problem head-on, Jason went rouge and solo within first five minutes, Tim was trying his best to hold back Damian, who became unhinged with his katana and only Cass and Steph were doing good work.

“This is a disaster….” Babs muttered rubbing her forehead

“Yeah, tell me something new.” Y/N muttered, biting on the cracker. She never cared about Bruce’s rule prohibiting food in the cave. “Maybe we should use…..”

“Y/N…..” Babs warned the other girl

“What?” Y/N shrugged “you know my mixtures never fail. And look at them, they are going to get hurt…”

“They always get hurt. Shall I remind you, your boyfriend got so badly hurt he actually died?”

“Well thanks for the reminder, Oracle. Do you wish for Dick to go through the same or do you want to actually be a life safer?”

“They would hate our interference….” Babs smiled mischievously

“And?” Y/N smirked, her eyes glistening

“Let’s do this.”

So the girls took matters into their own hands, sending one of Wayne’s remotely controlled robot loaded with Y/N’s chemicals to remedy the situation. Thankfully, all the Waynes were quick enough to wrap their heads around what was happening to cover their faces and not inhale any of it. Within seconds, all the criminals were unconscious on the ground.

“That’s a win for us, Babs!” Y/N smiled and high-fived her friends.

“Y/N……” Bruce warning tone reverberated in the comms.

“Oh, shit…..”

***

“Why am I the only one here? Babs was involved as well!” the second Batman got back from mission he summoned Y/N to have a conversation. And now, she was facing him, all alone, trying not to become intimidated.

“We both know it was your idea. You really know how to mess around.”

“And that makes me a perfect addition to the family, doesn’t it?”

“Y/n…..” Bruce sighed deeply. He hated to admit it, but he had soft spot for her.

“What, Bruce? Why are you like this? You know well enough you were outnumbered there. You had zero chances, even if you decided to work together. What was I supposed to do? Watch you all get beaten to death? I’ve …. I’ve been through it once when Jay….. “ she inhaled calming herself down. That was in the past. “Sorry.” She shook her head getting rid of the memories. That was not the way to convince Bruce “When you took me in, after my parents went haywire, the only thing I wanted was to be useful, to help. I am not a front-line fighter, but ever since I’ve been doing my best. Having your backs. And now you want to punish me for this?”

“I don’t want to punish you.” Bruce whispered

“What? You don’t?”

“No. It was a good call.”

“Um…. Thank you?”

“You can go now. “

“If that’s your way of thanking me, then you are welcome.” she smirked and Bruce mimicked this expression “Are you all right, Bruce? Anything broken?”

“I’m fine. But if there’s any of that healing serum of yours left then…..”

“I was supposed to save it for Jay, but he would probably refuse to take it, damn his ego.” Y/N shrugged “and since you asked so nicely….” She reached to her pocket and retrieved a small vial tossing it to Batman “enjoy.”

***

“Oh, there she is. Finally. I see you handled Bruce by yourself.” Jason was already in his room, laying on the bed on his back, turning towards the door when she came through them.

“I’ve been doing it for the last couple years. Unlike someone else I know, I learn from experience.” She came closer and sat on the bed, close enough to see his face in the dim room but not enough for him to touch her.

“Someone else, huh?” Jason scoffed trying to grab her, but hissed in pain and fell back immediately “Fuck.”

“Mhm. You’re just proving my point here. Stay down.”

“I thought you preferred me on top.” He smirked devilishly

“On top of your stupidity, for sure.” She rolled her eyes, but moved just a tiny-teeny bit closer.

“In comparison to anyone else in this family I am practically a genius.”

“A genius in the kindergarten.”

“Still, a genius.” He groaned when the change in position made the injured part of his abs hurt.

“Where does it hurt?” she asked calmly

“Nowhere.”

“Stop it, you fool. I told you hundreds of times – you don’t have to act stronger than you really are when you’re with me.”

“I don’t. I am the strongest one in the family.”

“The strongest and the smartest? God, how did I get so lucky to end up with you?”

“I keep asking myself the same question.”

“How did I get so lucky with you?” she raised an eyebrow in confusion

“Oh, you silly one….” He smiled and lifted himself up a bit (surprisingly noting hurt at the moment) capturing her lips in his. The kiss was soft, slow and gentle. He was never good with words, but his actions spoke for themselves and she knew it. She loved him and he loved her. He pulled away after a few seconds and cupped her cheek, connecting their foreheads “tease….” He whispered

“Look who’s talking.” Her hands sneaked up his arms and shoulders, locking on his neck not wanting to let him go, not just yet. Enjoying this little moment just between two of them, without interruption of his family, or the work or some sort of emergency.

“I missed you.”

“How could you missed me, if you saw me a few hours ago?”

“I don’t know. But I did. Can’t hold that against me. ” Jay rubbed her cheek affectionately.

“Good thing I missed you too, Jaybird.”

“Stay with me? I might need some comfort after I got so badly bruised.”

“I thought you were the strongest in the family?”

“And that is why you should stay with me. If anything happens I am the only one to protect you…..”

“I’ll stay with you” she pecked his lips quickly and he smiled lightly “but only because I want to see if you can live up to your words. Now scooch over, I need some place for myself if….”

“Oh, no, you don’t….” he grinned and pulled her on top of him, so that she was lying fully on his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around her, his breath steady and calming.

“Jay, what about your injuries…..”

“Irrelevant.” He muttered holding her even closer “You’re my only focus now. “

***

Now

She stopped her car in front of Wayne Manor, a tad anxious, not sure if she should rush to the door or rather prolong the moment of seeing him again. However, considering all the security cameras and her bat-friends instincts they already knew she was there. No turning back now she thought to herself and gathering all her confidence walked towards the door.

“Hello, Alfred” she smiled when familiar face showed on the other side

“Hello, miss Y/N. Welcome home.”

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ladykailitha · 1 year

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Star Child Part 6

Yeah...I’m going to hold out a little bit longer on who Steve’s ACTUAL security is going to be. Next chapter though. But we get to meet the indomitable Corroded Coffin manager this time.

For the next few chapters Eddie and Steve will be dealing with separate shit so the angst will be high, but have no fear Happily Ever After is the end game. I promise.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Steve pulled into the Motel 6 parking lot to find a woman waiting for him. She was dressed in a black suit with a pale blue button down. Her long hair was pulled back in a neat pony tail. Steve knew that this was his security.

He got out the car and grabbed his bag from his trunk. He walked over to her. “Hellfire Security I assume?”

She nodded. “You’ve got good instincts. That will help. I’m Janice Montgomery.” She stuck out her hand.

Steve shook it. “The CEO, I’m impressed.”

She laughed. “I was in the area and needed to go west, so I figured we could make the trek together.”

Steve sighed in relief. That made better sense. He hated being treated differently. “Works for me.”

“I booked us two rooms and scoped out the area,” she said. “So we’ll be good tonight. Then tomorrow we’ll begin the drive out to LA.”

Steve blinked. “We’re driving?”

Janice smiled. “Your manager, Robin Buckley told me you’re afraid of flying?”

He ducked his head and blushed. He scratched his cheek. “Bad experience flying to Europe for the first time. So I avoid it when I can.”

“Fair enough,” she said. “She also said you don’t mind staying at bigger hotels, but prefer places like this?”

Steve nodded. “I’ve been told by other security teams that they’re not as secure, but...”

“But people fawning over you makes you uncomfortable?” Janice suggested.

He nodded again.

“Happens to the best of them,” she said softly. She squeezed his shoulder.

Steve sighed in relief.

“Let’s get to bed and we’ll start first thing in the morning.”

“Is seven too early?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re a teen idol? Because I thought there was a law that your lot didn’t get up before noon if they could get away with it.”

Steve laughed. “I wake up at 6am most days to go for a run. Or if I’m home in LA a swim. I don’t understand how people can sleep that late.”

She shook her head. “Usually partying until three or four in the morning. Which I understand you don’t do.”

He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Under contract to not get into any trouble. So I don’t do that anymore.”

Janice raised an eyebrow at ‘anymore’ but said nothing. She would contact the label tomorrow and let them know her company would be in charge of Steve’s security. Until then. She had herself an unusual client. And she loved those.

The next day at the Corroded Coffin sound check it was a little awkward.

Jeff and Brian tuned their instruments and kept throwing glances at each other as if they were daring the other to broach the subject.

“You guys are wusses,” Gareth finally bit out. “What these morons are trying not say is that we’re sorry about last night. We shouldn’t have made fun of Steve that way.”

Jeff sighed. “Yeah, man. You were right. We don’t know if it’s just us or if he sees other bands.”

“Especially when we were talking him up the last three days,” Brian said. “We were dicks and we’re sorry.”

Eddie huffed angrily and rubbed his eye. “I know. I just wanted tonight to end as well as it had started. And it didn’t.”

Brian nodded. “Yeah, I feel that. You just keep striking out with this guy and I know you’re worried that we might have scared him away.”

Eddie threw himself back against the seat he was in and his lip twisted. “It’s not just that. I think he was trying to befriend you guys, too. Remember this is the guy that got his start in a group and now he’s solo. He travels with stage musicians. And you can’t tell me they’re always the same ones. So I think he wanted to hang with you guys too.”

The three other members of the band looked down at their shoes.

Jeff scratched the back of his neck, Gareth fiddled with his drumsticks, and Brian scuffed the floor.

“We really fucked up, didn’t we?” Brian asked after a few moments.

Eddie sighed. “I don’t know, man. I don’t know.”

They went out onto the stage for the soundcheck as their manager ran around making sure that everything was setup properly. Chrissy Cunningham was one of the best managers in the business and Corroded Coffin was happy to have her. She had been in LA meeting with their agent Dustin Henderson to make sure they didn’t accidentally cross streams over the recent tour dates.

But she had only managed to get in late last night and missed the concert but barely.

She bounced onto the stage. “Hey, guys, we might have to cancel tonight.”

All heads turned to her in shock. “The venue has changed hands since the last time we were here and I don’t like the look of the bartender or the spotter.”

“Fuck,” Gareth hissed.

“Did they at least read the rider?” Jeff asked.

“Not a Pierre or red M&M in sight,” Chrissy said dryly.

Shit. They added the fancy water and red M&Ms to make sure the venue actually read the rider. And if they weren’t there it was sure bet they didn’t read the parts on how heavy their equipment was or when the lights should go up.

Brian looked up at the rafters and grimaced. “Ew, gross.”

The other four looked up to see grease and dirt and filth clinging to the rafters.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Eddie cursed. This was bad. “Cancel it. Find a park willing to take us with such short notice. If not, full refunds.”

Chrissy nodded. She pulled out her phone and immediately began making calls.

A roadie came up to them. “Hey, guys. We need to get this stuff off the stage, now.”

All four of them looked at each other in shock. “What do you mean?” Jeff asked.

“I just heard the owner talking to one of the waitresses and he was telling her that the guy that was supposed to repair the stage upped his price by a thousand so it never happened.”

“Shit!” Gareth hissed. He shot up from his seat and all of the band helped the roadies get their equipment off the stage and back into the bus.

“What are you doing!” the owner screamed when he saw them packing up.

“This is unsafe,” the roadie who had warned them told the guy. “I’m not having my guys get hurt because you can’t be assed to keep this place up to code.”

“I’ll sue!” the owner screamed.

“You can try,” Jeff said, “but you didn’t read our rider so, you broke contract with us first.”

The man started sputtering and a couple of the bigger roadies stood guard to prevent the man from trying to stop them.

Chrissy hung up the phone and walked over to where the man was spouting obscenities at the band.

“Mr Dallas?” she asked sweetly.

He stopped screaming and looked her over. “What can I do for you, princess?”

She smiled. “I have the health department and liquor license people on the way over here to shut you down. And I have a pretty good idea that you have been dodging your taxes, too. So the IRS will be informed as well. Have a nice day.”

Mr Dallas looked at the bartender and the two of them made a dash for the backroom, but it was too late.

The liquor license people had called the cops and they were being invaded. The band and roadies gave statements and vanished into the night, giggling and heckling the owner.

Once on the bus, Chrissy smiled. “All right, we’ve got a large park nearby that is willing to house the concert. But it’s going to be a hell of a mark up and it’s going cost a lot in merch sales too.”

The band groaned.

“And I am assuming, Chrissy the fair,” Eddie said waving his hands, “that you have already started checking up on our other venues, yes?”

She batted her eyes at him. “But of course, Eddie the Banished.” She winked and got on the phone.

“Dustin,” she greeted.

They got set up at the park and Eddie didn’t like the look of it. There was too much of a chance of people getting hurt.

He bounded up to Chrissy. “Hey, babe. I hate to add you to your already growing pile of shit you have to deal with tonight, but if you can swing it, I want extra security.”

Chrissy looked out at the growing crowd with pursed lips. “I’ll see what I can do. I’ve got Dustin working the other venues so I don’t have to worry about that.”

Eddie nodded. He almost felt sorry for the other venues.

Almost.

Dustin was a tough and tenacious agent and when he got going it was hard to stop the guy. It why Eddie had been with him for so many years. He knew his band was in safe hands if Henderson was talking to the venues.

Soon it was time to rock his heart out.

“Thank you everyone for being able to come to our little impromptu jam session,” Eddie said, stepping up to the mic. “The original venue was a shit show, I wouldn’t recommend it. At all. But let’s get to what you came here for!”

He started playing, turning his head to bob to the music as Gareth came in on drums.

“I want to make you mine!” he screamed into mic. “Your body next to me, Fitted together like by design. You set me free!”

The crowd went wild. Eddie working out his anger and frustration at the way everything ended last night. The way their previous venue had shat all over everything because they were greedy bastards. The way that Chrissy had to step in and take over because without her, they probably would have played and gotten hurt.

All that rage, hurt, and anger channeled into his music and it pushed the crowd to a fevered pitch.

Finally when the note was played and the final encore performed, Eddie felt at peace. That was the real reason he did this. It was a way for him to channel his emotions constructively.

He loved it.

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Ghost Rider Pacific Rim AU - bottle it up

“Oh Lord, he’s twelve,” Maria mutters under her breath. Carol elbows her in the side. “I didn’t know he was an actual child!”

“He’s nearly nineteen,” she says and immediately winces. Maria’s eyebrows travel all the way to her hairline. “Shut up.”

“Nearly nineteen? And you signed off on this?”

“We were both his age when we joined up.”

“Yeah, to a boot camp! Not to punch demons in the face!”

Carol refuses to sound like a middle-aged man defending his choice of a date. “Don’t make it weird.”

“It’s already weird!” Maria lowers her voice when Ivanov gives them an unimpressed look from across the control room. “It is! And even if he wasn’t barely legal, remember what happened with Spector?”

Carol smiles at Scott, who hates when people are whispering around him because God forbid anyone has a conversation that doesn’t directly involve him. Which is kind of a mean thing to think about a co-worker, but someone cleared out the fridge in the rangers’ quarters and Carol isn’t getting her yoghurts back until the next shipment comes in. Shatterdome catering isn’t big on dairy.

“Victoria said there are no indications in his scans,” she says as quietly as she can without actually whispering.

“Well, there are no indications Maximoff is a dick, and we all know the truth about that.”

“Maria!”

“Captains,” Ivanov clears his throat. “I see you are ready to join the discussion.”

“Aren’t you going to introduce the new guy?” Carol can hear Maria bite her tongue on ‘kid’. This is why she never comes along to the strategy meetings.

And this one is a lot more crowded than usual. Tony thinks they’re on the brink of seeing a Cat-5, so ever since the destruction of Horizon Bravo it’s all hands on deck, every time. They have a full complement of comm and monitoring officers at every available station, instead of the usual skeleton crew. With their newest addition comes Amadeus, even though he has a history of being kicked out for being disruptive. All the excitement of the last few days must have gotten to him, though, because he’s merely scrolling through the news feeds rather than actively winding up the Romeos.

Who are standing on opposite sides of the room and very obviously not on speaking terms. Great. Hopefully the prospect of hazing the new guy will unite them before go time.

“This is Robbie Reyes, joining us with Hell Charger,” Ivanov says. Reyes stands next to him like it’s taking his entire spine not to hide under the table. “Which is why we need to talk tactics, if you’re quite ready.”

The thing is, the Hong Kong jaegers got pretty good at figuring things out as they’ve gone along. They might not all have liked each other, but they were a good team. Only Qi and Qiao are no more, and the whole debacle with core replacements grounded the triplets for the second demon in a row. They can’t have a rotation, they don’t have enough firepower, and now they are getting a solo pilot who should, as the kids say, be at the club instead. Everyone around Carol is getting younger and more fragile by the second, and it’s starting to feel like she has an expiration date.

Or maybe she’s just grumpy because Clint hasn’t even tried to pretend he isn’t hiding something when they spoke. Or because she doesn’t like Tony messing with a tried and tested formula again, like every previous attempt didn’t end in tears. Or because Ivanov has always been so damn careful, it puts her on edge when he starts to take stupid risks like this. Or because she didn’t tell Maria exactly how young Reyes was, because she knows it’s too young and has no idea what to do about it-- Take a pick, apparently.

Maria silently squeezes her elbow.

“We are at T plus five hours, and the lookout confirmed the demon is heading west of the Breach.” Ivanov points to the screen showing air footage of a trail of bubbles on the surface of the ocean. The screen below is a heat signature – a big one. “Our readings show a category four, two and a half thousand feet. Special properties as of yet unknown, but Miss Grey is monitoring for any tells.”

Jean waves a hand from over her station. “The press already have a name, Razorback,” she says, never taking her eyes off the reports coming in. “A private underwater drone recorded an extended lumbar vertebrae.”

Pietro chuckles. “The devil works fast, but the press works faster.”

“That’s no way to refer to Miss Walters, Corporal.”

“Could really use Typhoon with this one,” Alex huffs in the general direction of the Weis. The triplets all shrug simultaneously – what can you do? Crimson Typhoon is one of the oldest jaegers still going, so it was naturally the first candidate for extensive repairs. “And now we have an experimental rookie to watch out for.”

“He has you beat at sim scores, Summers B,” Amadeus points out. “Although I guess that’s not hard.”

To his credit, Alex doesn’t lose his temper immediately. “Who invited the nerd again?”

“He’s here to monitor Hell Charger’s output,” Ivanov says.

“And Major Brooks’s recommendation is that Mr Reyes stands back to guard the Miracle Mile while Coyote Tango, Romeo Blue and Eden Assassin take on the demon.” Uh oh, Amadeus is using proper titles. “So this last-minute switch-up nonsense puzzles me a little, Colonel.”

“Merely a proposal. Put forward by Corporal Maximoff, to give proper credit.”

“As a joke,” Wanda cuts in. Pietro doesn’t deny it, which means it probably wasn't and he’s using his sister to get out of having to admit it's a terrible idea. “Assassin doesn’t do well with small targets.”

Ivanov wasn’t really going to put them on beastie defence, was he? Stuck between the Colonel and Cho, Reyes seems to alternate between wanting to shrink and puff up. With that eye still bruised – it’s really taking an awful long to heal – he looks like someone beat him up behind the bleachers. When Carol glances at Maria, she can already tell what’s on her mind. “No,” she hisses.

“What? I didn’t say anything.”

Ivanov is clearly sick of the chatting. “Do you have a suggestion, Captain Danvers?”

Carol shoots Maria one last look before turning to the Colonel. “Just that we should stick with Eric’s plan. Hell Charger is still largely untested.” And you can’t hit the kill switch outside of a five hundred mile radius, but she’s not going to be the one to mention it out loud. “I’ve seen Reyes wipe the floor with the recruits, I’m sure he can handle the vermin.”

Oh god, is he blushing? Carol just knows the next family dinner will have a new guest. And when Maria hears about the baby brother, too...

Jean raises her hand to get everyone’s attention. “It’s emerging,” she says. “Changed course towards Taipei. Fourteen hours until contact, Khatyrka confirms they are standing back.”

“We better get ahead of it, then.” Fourteen hours always sounds longer than it really is when you account for final checks and transport times. “Eden Assassin on point, us and Romeo Blue on flanks?”

Maybe because they have a rookie on board, or maybe to get it all over with, for once nobody tries to argue just for the sake of it. Ivanov brings up the map of the Philippine Sea onto the table screen to pin locations down and each team’s respective air support officer descends around it to sort out the logistics.

As the rangers start filing out to get their kit going, Carol can’t help but notice that Reyes seems to be meeting his ASO for the first time. She stays back to watch him for a moment – she can’t imagine getting into a jaeger on her own. It’s better that he’s nervous rather than cocky–

Then, Ivanov puts a hand on the kid’s shoulder, and just for a moment his expression changes from mildly confused to positively murderous.

#ghost rider pacific rim au #robbie reyes #carol danvers #carol is tired and petty #I might be projecting #also who knew the no editing rule sucks when I actually do the math!#do you know how long it takes for a kaiju to get from the breach to a coast? because I do now

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