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In father's embrace

synopsis: Genshin men as dads and what your family dynamic is like.

pairings: Ayato, Thoma, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Tighnari x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy

word count: 7.2k words

a/n: I really wanted to write Diluc and Kaeya, but realized that I can't create something new since I already have a family AU with them. Here's the materlist's link if you are interested! Also you can find the HSR version of this here!

Ayato 

This man is a dad of twins - a boy and a girl. Both babies took more in their mom’s appearance, but have his soft violet eyes and honestly? This man adores you, his wife, so when he sees your kids develop more and more of your features as they grow - his heart can’t be fuller.

He is a fun and patient dad - he will teach them anything they ask him to, and offer guidance, yet still leaving space for them to learn some on their own. He also enjoys when they sneak into his study during his working hours (because mom decided to take a nap, and Thoma went out grocery shopping, and they are so-so boooooored), letting them wander around the room for the nth time, touching all the trophies and scrolls he has there (all the things that could be of danger were long removed), and when they eventually feel sleepy, crawl closer to him to nap, resting their heads on his thighs while he stays in his kneeling position, writing.

Even if they look a lot like you, it’s so easy to tell that they are his kids - the mischief babbling in their little bodies is untamable for the longest time, and Ayato loves it. Sure, sometimes it is a headache, and mostly for you, but at least they didn’t develop strange tastes in food like their father. More than once they used their similar looks to play pranks on the staff members or their parents, dressing in each other’s clothes and going about their day like that. What does their father think of it? Two words - “promising” and “entertaining”.

They are also their aunt’s absolute delight. Ayaka adores them, showering the two with gifts and attention. And even though she and Ayato are not twins like her niece and nephew - she still feels warmly nostalgic whenever she witnesses their interactions.

Best aunt - thanks to her Vision the twins experienced the joy of ice skating, lessons of etiquette became more fun (though still effective), more days off were granted to her brother to spend time with his family (she practically started stealing his paperwork at some point to fulfill it on her own). She and Thoma are making your life so much easier and for the first time Ayato truly feels at peace and like he is living his life at its fullest. The quiet rooms of the Kamisato Estate are finally filled with joyous laughter and summer warm happiness - his kids are bringing back the light to the gloomily strict atmosphere of the family house.

But sometimes the two only add the workload to his plate in the most wild ways possible.

Ayato closely observes one of his kids - presumably the son - as both the parent and the child are sitting in the room dedicated to the twins’ studying. They have the best tutors Inazuma could provide and both showed exceptional results in all their classes. Even if one of them failed an examination on the first try - the second one was always a success. That was until you walked in on your daughter rewriting her history test, only to discover your son in her place, with his sister’s clothes and blue locks tied in her manner. And that’s when the truth came to light.

Honestly it was no surprise their teachers never suspected anything - only four people could tell the twins apart easily - you, Ayato, Ayaka and Thoma, though the latter had trouble with that occasionally, and your children made sure to speak as similar as possible once the idea of replacing each other appeared. Of which you also learned that day Ayato and you sat them down and urged to tell you everything. The scolding about cheating from you and a lecture from Ayato on the topic of how important it is to do as good as you can on your own were provided, but in the end you just hugged them and said that you do not expect them to be perfect in everything, which left the kids relieved.

But from then on Ayato has been in charge of supervising the twins during their exam retakes. Just like today.

“Public diplomacy, national security, diplomatic etiquette, hm…” the head of the Kamisato clan skips across the paper with questions the tutor gave him beforehand on the latest topic of international relationships. He notices how his child doesn’t fidget and doesn’t even let the eyes run across the room - the straight posture and neutral expression etched on a thirteen-year old’s face is admirable. But he does note the uncharacteristic stiffness. Along with another major thing.

“Princess, where is your brother?”

Eyes widen slightly, but that’s enough to prove that he is correct. He watches his daughter hesitate for a moment, though there is no doubt in his mind that neither of his children would ever lie to him or their mother. And the defeated sigh shows as much.

“Sorry, father,” the girl lowers her gaze in apology. Fishing a hairpin from behind her brother’s kimono lapel, she makes quick work of collecting her hair. Then she looks into his eyes again.

“He is in my room, pretending to be me and probably stressing. Before you ask why we decided to switch - he begged me to.” “Oh?” Ayato puts the papers to the side and rests his chin on an open palm. “Could you please elaborate?” “Remember how we went to the Kujo residence for a playdate?” Her father hums, already getting a vague understanding of what’s going on. “And when we accidentally overheard how the oldest son was being scolded by his father for not doing enough in his studies. And brother got it into his head that if he keeps failing not once but more times, you are going to be disappointed in him. I know he studied for this retake, I helped him with that, but at the last moment he got anxious, and, well, here I am. Like all those years ago.”

“I see,” the man in front of her nods, and she doesn’t see any negative emotion painted on his face. Quite the contrary, he smiles.

“Be a dear, go get your brother and come back together. Change the clothes though. Oh, and tell him I am not mad, okay?” “Okay, father,” she mirrors his smile and relief flashes in her eyes - the girl truly cares for her twin, and that warms Ayato’s heart.

When half an hour later both arrive there is already a table served with tea and sweets, and the head of the Kamisato family immediately invites them to take their seats. His daughter looks calm, which can’t be said about his son - the boy has the most miserable look on his face, holding onto his sister’s hand and staring at the surface of the tea in his cup. Ayato decides to speak first.

“Kujo family is the last people one should take as an example,” his firm, yet reassuring tone makes his son glance at him. “Sure, they are respected, but their methods are too old-fashioned, and the way they treat their children is no good. Do you understand, little blossoms?”

They nod and even if Ayato doesn’t see it, he knows they squeeze each other’s hand.

“You better do, because neither me nor your mother will ever push you to the point of devastation. In studies as well,” the boy bites his lip. “I am serious. I will not be disappointed in either of you if you have to retake one test again and again. Striking for perfection is a good goal, but not when you torture yourself physically and emotionally to achieve it.”

“But father…” his son lifts his eyes and stares right into Ayato’s and it shoots right through his chest how vulnerable the kid looks. “You are perfect. And I don’t want to let you down…” “Me? Perfect? Oh, dear,” the man can’t hold a light laugh back. “Ask your mother and she’ll prove you so wrong, trust me. And none of you is letting me down - you should be proud of yourselves. At such young age you both show bright talents and knowledge - and it’s okay if it’s not the case for every possible field of studies. This is general education, later you’ll get more practice to catch up, or concentrate on your strongest abilities. Listen,” he addresses his son specifically, and the boy cocks his head to the side a little, “be more confident and trust your sister if she insists you are doing well. Don’t be afraid to ask questions and come to me if you feel unsure, alright?”

The boy glances down, letting the words sink in, and Ayato patiently waits. In his mind he admits that it's his oversight - he should've noticed earlier that one of his kids has been struggling. Now he will make sure to change that.

Eventually his son deeply sighs and looks at the adult in front of him with trust reflecting in those pretty eyes.

“Alright,” he nods with a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. Slowly standing up and letting go of his twin’s hand, he rounds the table and steps right into Ayato’s outstretched arms, wrapping his own around the man’s neck.

“Thank you, father,” he whispers right before burying his face into haori-clad shoulder. “I love you so much.”

And the man smiles, whispering those words back and soothingly patting his back, as the daughter shows him thumbs up with the tenderest look in her eyes.

Thoma

This man is such a sweet dad - nearly cried, when your first child, a girl, was delivered. Same was when a couple years later the son was born too.

Juggling his work and caring for his kids was never an issue for him. A big part of it was played by the Kamisato couple, who allowed him to bring first his daughter and then his son to work, when each of them was old enough. Which, most likely, was what prompted the Kamisatos to have their own kids - one day years ago you and Thoma wanted to have a date night - one you haven't had in a while - and Ayato's wife offered to watch your little baby girl. Does it need to be mentioned she wanted her own kids after that?

Thoma's kids are taught to be polite and respectful, but not overly reserved and quiet, no - in your own house the man would literally let them destroy the kitchen in attempts to bake something as an experiment and then turn cleaning it up into a fun game of three, or four, if you decide to join.

He is that kind of dad, who constantly falls asleep with both kids nestled on his chest and his arms wrapped around them, with a book of tales either lying on his stomach or abandoned on the floor. You literally mastered your technique of waking him up without stirring the kids, so you could bring the two to their rooms.

Your kids love walks, whether it’s in the city or admiring the scenery near the Kamisato Estate. When it’s in the city though, the four of you attract attention without a fail. Especially elders, who coo at the image of Thoma holding his daughter’s hand and you cradling your little boy to your chest. You are literally showered in little gifts and are offered many discounts, because everyone adores and respects your family. At some point for a short period of time a rumor was running around Inazuma City, that if you get to see all four members of the Kamisato retainer’s family, luck is going to follow you through the day. Thoma had to ensure it came to an end, wanting to keep you three safe and not being followed around in your leisure time.

To summarize it’s needless to say that this man is a natural when it comes to being a father. He already aced being a great husband, you never had any doubt that the same would be true about becoming a dad. And it brings you so much joy that your kids are aware of it.

Making your husband's lunch is an essential part of your morning routine. Sure, the Kamisato Estate provides its workers with meals and breaks, but knowing how much Thoma loves your home-cooked meals, you'll never refuse him this pleasure. 

On days like today you pack two more lunches, for your kids - yesterday they expressed their desire to go and help their dad. But you are more than aware of the plan they've had in their mind for the longest time. That's why you turn a blind eye and chop fruits particularly loudly, when you ten- and four-year olds sneak into the kitchen and hide something in the wrapper of an already packed lunch.

And when they were leaving and every member of your family gave you kisses, you couldn’t help but notice the decreased stack of small papers you have in the hall to make notes.

Maybe next time, you’ll ask your kids to join.

Thoma bringing his kids to work is always a pleasant surprise to the Estate’s staff. Even the guards by the gates can’t keep their composure, when the girl cheerfully greets them, wishing a good day, and the boy softly chirps a little “hi” and shyly waves his hand at them. Next person they always meet is Furuta - and the old lady adores their greeting ritual and is the one who looks after the fellow housekeeper’s kids when they help or play outside. But if usually the woman just makes small compliments to the children and chides Thoma for not bringing them over more, today his daughter breaks the routine - she suddenly lets go of his hand and quickly runs to her father’s colleague and asks her to speak in the corner. A bit stunned, the blonde watches the two move farther and start quietly talking. The boy in his arms curiously watches them and then, as if realizing something claps his hands.

“What is it, cookie?” But the only answer he receives is merry giggling.

The next strange thing happens, when the three of them arrive in his room - kids, looking as suspicious as possible, start making excuses to go and play first, though they usually insist on following him around unless they get bored, and as they disappear behind the door with his daughter’s bag - Master Ayato requests his visit. 

Getting out of his office only an hour later, Thoma has to rush to his duties, realizing that he’ll have to speed up if he wants to finish everything the blue-haired man has just told him to do. He even handed him a list with tasks, which never happened. What’s going on?

Not finding the children in his room, he decides to start without them, assuming they'll join him later. Okay, what’s the first thing on the list… Check all the chairs. Alright…

Luckily this piece of furniture isn’t numerous in the residence, giving the culture of Inazuma, and Thoma knows perfectly every single room where he can find them. What he wasn’t expecting to find is the folded papers on the seats of some of those. Upon unfolding each revealed a single letter. Strange… Well, at least the chairs themselves are in the required condition.

Tucking the papers in his pocket and fishing the list out of the other one, the man checks his next destination. Check all the bushes around the main building. Blinking, he looks again. No, the handwriting is definitely his master’s, but the contents? In his style, but why so sudden?

Following every single point, Thoma manages to find in total 13 papers with letters on it, before the list stops being weird and advises the housekeeper to dedicate the time before lunch to his common responsibilities. Which he, with an exhale of relief, proceeds to fulfill.

When the time for lunch rolls around, kids, as if magically, reappear at his side and innocently smile at him, asking how he spent his time. He promises to tell them over lunch.

Lunch, that brings him four more pieces of paper. And suddenly, both kids are not that interested in food.

“Make a phrase, make a phrase!” His daughter chants, holding her brother in her lap, and the little boy claps his hands, chanting ‘make! make!’. Already realizing that all of this was their meticulously crafted plan (to participate in which they managed to convince quite a few people), Thoma doesn’t oppose, putting all the papers on the table in front of him. 

S V E E T S I R H E Y B T

And A P A P which he got from his lunch.

“The” is guessed immediately. “Is” as well. When he reaches for the “A P A P” to add it to the pile, the girl suddenly lunges forward, putting her hand on top of it and shaking her head. Alright, not yet.

S V E E T R Y B is left. Okay, maybe “very” and… “best”!

Moving the pieces around in utter concentration, the man puts the words in the right order. And only then the ten-year old lifts her hand. With a baited breath he moves the four remaining pieces a little more and his heart skips a beat, and the summer-green eyes widen.

PAPA IS THE VERY BEST

“Surprise!” The girl beams with the widest smile, hugging her brother. “We wrote it together! See how some of the letters are clumsy? He did it!” She proudly looks at the boy, gently ruffling his hair. “Recently he was trying to learn how to write! You are the first one who sees it, even mom didn’t! And we chose this phrase, because- dad, are you crying?”

Warm silent tears are indeed running down his cheeks and the man nods, not trusting his voice. A whirlwind of emotions overtakes him, making it a little hard to formulate his thoughts, but he reacts immediately when his kids rush to him, opening his arms and catching them in a tight embrace. He'll tell them how touched he is, he'll praise them, he'll declare his love for them again and again. A tiny bit later. Now he just needs to hold them and hear that he, for real, "is the very best papa".

Alhaitham and Kaveh

Listen, just LISTEN - imagine these men’s pure shock when their wives surprise them over a double date at Kaveh’s house with their pregnancies. Like, AT THE SAME TIME. Kaveh is gaping at his woman, but Alhaitham is no better - a glass with wine frozen in air in the middle of his attempt to put it back on the table as his eyes are not blinking, glued to his spouse. The blonde would be the first one to break from his stupor and tightly hug his wife, kissing all over her face all laughter and little jumping in place, while his junior would finally put the glass down and beckon his woman onto his lap and bury his face in her neck with arms around her body, quietly thanking her for amazing news.

The kids are not even formed in the women’s stomachs, but they already have a story to share.

Alhaitham

Despite not giving the impression the man likes the idea of being a father to a child together with you, his beloved. Of course the pregnancy was planned, but even he couldn’t predict the possibility of you and his friend’s wife being pregnant at the same time. Though he does find it a little amusing and can’t lie to himself that watching you and your female friend discuss the nursery designs, the clothes, the gender, the two babies becoming akin to siblings warms his heart.

He always loved quiet evenings with you, but later, as your bump got more and more prominent, he finds himself craving your back pressed to his chest and his palms cradling your rounding stomach. He talks to his kid in there, reads them books and soothes, when they are restless and don’t let you sleep that well. And that’s how early on you understood who’s going to be the one putting your newborn to sleep, because your persuasions didn’t work that well.

And your husband doesn’t mind. He actually loves cradling his daughter - yes, it’s a little girl! - to his chest and lull her to sleep - it gives him an unimaginable sense of fulfillment.

As your little wonder grows older, Kaveh can’t help but comment how similar her scowl is to her father’s - combined with the annoyed sharp glare of the eyes she also got from him. But that’s only when she is being capricious. Most of the time she is calm and sporting your sweet smile, voice soft and eyes lacking the mentioned above sharpness. 

By the way, she is older than Kaveh’s kid, which makes the Scribe just a little bit smug.

Alhaitham is all too happy to be the one educating her. He makes sure to balance her time spending with him and her time spending with you, encouraging her to engage in your hobbies and have a mother-daughter time. But the most he loves the time the three of you spend together - be it as simple as grocery shopping, having a meal together or cuddling in the evening, or going on whole little expeditions, because his girl wants to explore something on the topic she is currently interested in.

Oh, and he is so biased when it comes to her. There is only one non-scholar kid in all of Sumeru who has her own personal access to the House of Daena, research laboratories, research data and the Scribe’s office at any working hour - and that’s your daughter.

“Look, that’s the Scribe’s wife!”

Taken aback, you stop in your way when at least a dozen students surround you. Raising an eyebrow you survey their faces thoughtfully, noting that they seem to be quite desperate. But even before you can open your mouth they interrupt.

“Tell him to let us in! We have applications to submit!”

“And I have questions why mine was declined!”

“I need his signature on my thesis papers!”

“He locked himself inside with your daughter and said not to disturb their nap! Unbelievable-”

“And how exactly can I help?” You cut through the cacophony of their voices. Students look at you as if you’ve just grown a second head.

“...you are his wife? You can influence him.” “First of all, demanding something from a person you barely know is simply rude,” you narrow your eyes and a chill runs down some of the spines - for a moment you looked just like your husband. “Secondly, I am not involved in his work and I don’t plan to. Now, please, step aside.”

“You can’t be so cruel!”

“Oh, and you can? Let me guess, at least half of you missed deadlines, a small portion made mistakes again and the rest are not in an urgent need to see my husband, but decided to stick with others in hopes that getting to him right now will work?”

Leaving them stunned by your easy guess, you finally push your way through, holding a box with food you brought for lunch close to your chest. Once in front of the door you don’t even have the time to raise a fist for knocking, because the door unlocks and opens, revealing the tall man behind it.

Silently and quickly you step inside and the door shuts again, the key turns in the lock and then is thrown on the nearest table. The office meets you with welcomed tranquility, and dimmed lights are a nice contrast to the blindingly white walls of the Akademiya.

“So, you heard everything? They said you were napping,” you question his guess of when to open the door to let you in. Alhaitham rolls his eyes, glaring at the hindrance you left behind the door, and then takes the box from you.

“I was, but since I lent my earpieces I could hear the commotion in the corridor,” with his free hand he takes yours and leads you further into the room. There, on the sofa, you spot your daughter - wearing her dad’s device and napping, curled under his cape.

“Oh Dendro Archon, she is so adorable,” you coo in awe. “Look how big your things are on her!”

“She demanded I take a break and sit with her,” the Scribe hums, putting the food on the table and then locking both of his arms around you in an embrace. “But the more she was reading to me while sitting at my side, the sleepier she was getting, so we decided to nap.”

You listen to him, while observing your precious girl. She seems serene and content, holding onto the gold-embroidered piece of fabric, surely containing her father’s soothing scent. The earpieces are adjusted to hold onto her head and in silence you can even catch the faintest sounds of a melody. Ah, if only you had a Kamera with you…

“Let’s get her her own earpieces and cape.”

“The cape is unnecessary, but I did consider the device. I could make her her own, especially since she’s been complaining about having hard times to concentrate while she is at the Akademiya.” “But with the cape she’d be just like you!”

“Am I alone not enough for you already?” Light turquoise eyes are hard to read, but you manage to catch a shadow of amusement.

“But matching outfits are charming! Like, remember the last time we’ve been to Kaveh’s? The whole family had matching robes!”

“Then you’ll have to dress like me too.”

“If I am to get an intricate cape and a device to block the sounds of you huffing - I don’t mind.”

Alhaitham huffs. Then stops, realizing he’s just done what you were accusing him of, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Kidding, kidding. Let’s discuss it over lunch. Can you wake her while I am setting the table?”

Your husband nods and, receiving a quick peck to his cheek, releases you from his hold, stepping closer to the sofa.

As you busy yourself with the food, you occasionally glance at the two from the corner of your eye, absolutely swooning over how gently Alhaitham takes the earpieces off, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, softly murmurs her name and coaxes her from sleep with the news that mommy came and brought delicious food with her. And when two sets of identical eyes look at you tenderly, a loving smile lights up your face.

Kaveh

Can you see this man sticking his finger in Alhaitham's direction and declaring that his kid is going to be senior to his friend's? Because I can. (Too bad he was wrong).

As well as I can see this man accidentally becoming supportive not only of you but the other man's family as well - and drawing the blueprints for both nurseries is probably only the beginning (but you were the only one whose every suggestion he took without arguing).

From day one his mind is set on being the best dad for your baby, just like he is the best husband to you. He reads books, seeks advice in Bimarstan, even writes letters to his mother in hopes she'll share her experience, that could help you. Though when it comes to shopping for your yet unborn baby, you have to physically restrain him from buying every single cute plushie or onesie he sees. 

When your daughter is born though, it's getting harder, because your own desire to spoil this golden-haired angel is unmeasurable. Maybe it's because she looks so much like your husband and you are projecting your need to shower him in love and affection and give everything you possibly can, but by the end of the day you just simply love her very much.

Kaveh adores doing anything creative with his daughter. She wants a mosaic in a frame on her wall? They'll put it from the little tiles together and Kaveh would hold her in his arms so she could hang it. She wants a dollhouse? They'll spend the time drawing the draft and picking colors and materials for EVERYTHING. And then he'll be building it, while she crafts little furniture. And it doesn't matter if she did it too small or too big - papa will help her adjust it.

But even so, Kaveh doesn't expect his daughter to be some genius or follow in his steps. No, he knows he'll love her even if she stops sharing the creative approach with him. He knows better than anyone how crushing it is to have everyone's expectations to loom over you and predatory gazes watch tirelessly, anticipating the moment you fail. He gives a vow to himself, to you, to your girl, that he will be there no matter what. 

Matching. Outfits. You own so many it's almost worrisome. But your daughter loves them. There were a couple occasions when she drew her own designs for the three of you and you had it tailored, which left her absolutely ecstatic.

On that note, you believe Kaveh's (tiny) fear that she'll lose interest in creativity is going to be short-lived - especially after your visit to Fontaine to let your daughter meet her granny, which the girl spent with wide open eyes and mouth, absorbing everything around her to use it later.

Also having your daughter earned you a heavy supporter in moments when Kaveh starts to overwork. He can't resist the charm of both of his girls and is easily swayed to the nearest sofa/bed to cuddle and share lots of kisses. All his life he has been the anchor for others - now he has two people to be that for him.

Kaveh is easily spooked by sudden noises, and your eleven-year old daughter knows that. That's why she makes sure to tap her feet loud enough to hear their approach through the door of his study. Balancing a small tray with a cup of tea and your special dessert in one hand, she lifts the other to gently knock on the door.

"Come in, baby!" Reaching higher she pulls the handle.

The floor littered with crumpled papers isn't a new sight to her, just as her father's hunched back over the properly lit table. But when the door closes, the architect immediately puts the pencil down and turns around, giving her a big smile.

"Hi, sweety," he is beaming, seeing her adorable face and a growing smile, complementing those precious twinkles in her eyes.

"Hi, papa!" She chirps like a little birdie - her actual nickname - and Kaveh nearly drops his head in his palms and cries. How can he be a father to someone so tender?

"Mama said you are working and made you something! I helped," she lifts the tray, showing him what she has. "We hope you will like it."

Oh, he definitely will, he doesn't doubt it. Carefully wrapping his fingers around the edges, the man takes his late afternoon snack and brings it closer to his face, inhaling the sweet smell of the desert and a soothing aroma of the tea.

"Thank you, little birdie," he puts the tray aside and bends lower to wrap his arms around her and smooch her cheek. "You and mama are the best."

"Hehe, we know," she giggles. "You are the best too."

"Awww," Kaveh can't help but nuzzle against her cheek, gaining another giggle and a cute scrunch of her nose.

"Daaaaaaaad!"

"Sorry, sorry, baby, you are just so adorable. Just like your mama."

"But mama says I am pretty like you."

"Both can work together," he assures her, but a soft blush covers his cheeks. No matter how many years have passed, he still gets shy whenever his wife uses "pretty" to describe him.

"Okay!" She simply agrees, giving him a big hug. "Sorry, but I should be going now. Mama wants to go grocery shopping and I want to help her."

Now that she says this, Kaveh pays closer attention to her outfit - the white sundress with pink roses is definitely not something she'll wear at home.

"Alright then, let me escort you downstairs."

Standing up, he easily hoists her in his arms and lets her perch on his left one, as her arms wrap around his neck.

When they reach the hall, the girl has managed to make two braids in his hair, now twisting them around each other. Kaveh finds both her and your obsession with touching his hair amusing, but sometimes it feels nice and relaxing. And you did put him to sleep by scratching his head on multiple occasions.

You, who are standing in front of the mirror, and even witnessing just your profile, the architect is in love all over again. 

He should take you on a date later this week.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind that," you chuckle, turning to face him and offering your most teasing smile. Ah, he said the date part out loud, didn't he? "But right now I need to go and take care of our dinner's ingredients."

Your husband nods in understanding and puts your daughter down, dusting the skirt of her dress and making sure everything is intact. Getting a quick peck on the nose, he gives her one on the forehead and straightens up to immediately welcome you into his embrace and share a soft kiss.

“Be sure to take a break and enjoy the snack we made for you. And I mean it when I say taking a break. We all remember how you spilled your morning coffee over the blueprint and had to redraw everything again. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

A wild shiver runs down Kaveh’s spine and he feverishly shakes his head. No, if there is one thing he is certain in it’s hating the repetition of this.

“You don’t have to remind me,” his heavy sigh ghosts over your skin. “And it won’t happen again.”

“I believe in you!” You cheer joyfully and it warms his heart.

“I believe in papa too!” Your daughter throws her fists in the air. “Papa can do anything!”

“Of course he can,” you gently nudge her back, ushering her to the front door. “See you soon, Kaveh. We love you.”

“I love you too.”

Waving at your leaving figures he waits until you shut the door and stick the key in the lock, before smiling to himself and returning to his study.

The tea got a little cold and the dessert’s top melted just a tiny bit, but both are still incredibly delicious. Leaning back in an armchair with a plate resting on his knee and a cup wrapped in his hands, the man feels happily at ease and two precious girls are the reason why.

Tighnari 

Frankly, I don't think Tighnari has ever given much thought to becoming a dad, let alone settling down with someone. But taking care of Collei, becoming her mentor, stepping so close to becoming a parental figure, probably played its role as well.

Biggest part, of course, was you - another pretty fennec hybrid, who, due to the same biological background, could share a lot of things with him that the man couldn't and honestly didn't want to bother explaining to others, he sure has other things to fulfill.

It took years of courting from both sides, but eventually, you two settled down together, content with each other as a partner. When the talk of kids happened, the forest ranger was hesitant - he knows he can handle a kid, he can handle ten if required thanks to his immense patience and love for teaching, but since you were different from humans, the man was aware that you could be carrying more than three babies at one time. Even if your body is built to handle it by evolution, he still didn't want to make you go through with so much. Initially. However when you looked so hopeful to have a family with your beloved, swore it's going to be just one time and then you'll keep using protection like before, he was convinced and actually quite excited.

So much nuzzling during your pregnancy. So much nuzzling when the babies are born - three beautiful boys and one girl, with the prettiest fluffy tails and ears of yours or his fur. He immediately jumped to being a father, without any complaint taking care of your kids, while you were recovering. He adores them so much, but at times hardly manages to keep an eye on all four - good thing you moved into a bigger house that is closer to the ground, because little explorers did try to escape outside on multiple occasions.

What gets Tighnari's heart burst like fireworks though? Spotting you napping with all of your babies huddled in your embrace, body practically curled around them and a tail resting on top. The first time it happened - maybe a couple of weeks after you gave birth to them - Tighnari left you alone with the kids to do an examination on the work of forest rangers in his absence, and when he returned back - he nearly collapsed from how adorable the five of you looked. Definitely joined.

From their early age he taught his kids everything about the forest so they would be prepared, and, even he won't ever admit it, it stirred something in his chest when they looked up at him with wonder and fascination in their gleaming eyes. They were also taught to be independent, but at the same time to work as a team, and they are so good at that.

The circle of four is absolutely perfect. Little hands are swift and precise, and the absolute concentration is written on the seven-year olds adorable faces. You and Tighnari even stopped your own grooming of each other’s tails to observe your kids’ routine of doing the same thing, but among themselves.

With four pillows on the floor they once again made themselves comfortable, just like every evening, equipped with different kinds of brushes and safe oils. 

You put your chin onto Tighnari's shoulder, still holding his tail in your lap, with yours resting under his palm, and make a soft sound, loud enough for him to recognize and not alert the kids. Your husband nods, purring in response and rubbing his cheek against your temple.

"They are so adorable, 'nari," you sigh, watching the four being so absorbed with their task that they don't even talk. The male couldn't agree more, lifting the corners of his mouth in a smile and then picking another brush to get busy with the tip of your tail.

"They absolutely got it from you, my dear. And did you notice how much progress they've made in the fur-caring routine?"

Tighnari doesn't see that, but you, still staring forward at your kids, clearly see how four pairs of ears prick up. How cute, someone wants the praise.

"That they did. And I don't know about you, but at the age of 7 I didn't even know that the fur has to be clean and taken care of anyhow. I guess, I never gave it much thought when my mom did it for me. Our little ones are so independent."

Four tails move a little, kids clearly delighted.

"You are right, they are," Tighnari hums, running his fingers through your now well-groomed fur, and your children hold their chins up proudly. "If only this independence didn't extend to trying to escape to the forest on their own against all of my warnings."

Inhumane eyes glare at the frozen bodies of the "explorers" in question, making them lower their gaze and pick up from where they stopped their routine. Oh, they know what they've done.

You can only sigh, fully understanding your husband's concerns, and finish tending to his tail.

Next is the balm you generously scoop onto your palm to rub into the rough texture of your fox-like pads. When you do the same for Tighnari, receiving a tender kiss to your nose, and then to each of your babies, as they walk to you one by one, still with guilty, pouty, but adorable faces, while your husband is putting away all the tools and products.

Soon your bed is occupied with all of your kids, snuggling to your sitting body and drowsily asking to sleep with you two tonight. Even the thought of making a dozen more steps to their own rooms is killing the last energy in them - the routine has an incredible side effect: they immediately become sleepy when they are done and you don't have much trouble with putting them to bed.

Especially when the bed is right here. The bed that became a large one not even a couple of months along their lives, because this has been a common occurrence.

"Mommy, daddy, can we sleep with you tonight, please?" Your daughter lifts her pleading eyes at you, being the one who managed to directly slide into your lap and into your embrace. Three boys, attached to your sides silently lift their eyes too, pouting in attempts to break your resolve. Which wasn't here in the first place.

"What'd you say, 'nari?" Chuckling, you look at your husband climbing onto the bed to join the five of you.

"Weren't we just discussing their independence? They can surely walk to their rooms. Come on, babies, back to your beds."

"Noooooooooo," their hold on you immediately becomes a death grip. "We want to stay with you!"

"Kids, I can't breathe-" you gasp from the crushing hug of at least two pairs of arms squeezing your middle.

"We want to stay, we want to stay, we want to stay!"

"That's what you should've told yourselves earlier this morning when you decided to get to the river with spinocrocodiles. That you want to stay. Home. Until I or your mother could go on a walk with you outside the village."

At his strict tone and at the reminder of them nearly losing their tails this morning to the sharp jaws of wild animals, four little foxes lower their eyes, ashamed. But they do relax their hold around you.

Tighnari sighs, rubbing his temples and contemplating when he's going to get his first gray hairs.

"Okay, I'll let you sleep with us tonight, BUT," he slightly raises his voice to emphasize, especially since the four immediately got in high spirits, "if something like this happens again - you are losing this privilege for a week. Are we clear?"

"Yes, daddy…"

"Yeah.."

"Mhm…"

"Sure, dad…"

And that's the only confirmation Tighnari needs before lifting the covers, because no matter how restless and disastrous your children can be - he has almost as hard a time as you do telling them "no".

[beomiracles]

BEOMMIE'S DREAMS

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SHORT NAPS

✧ I DON'T NEED A MAP TO KNOW WE'RE LOST Hiking is the most thrilling when you're with your friends, and lost, very very lost. [ short nap, sfw, gn!reader ]

NIGHTLY DREAMS

✩ JUST ONCE MORE Sleeping with him as his stylist? very wrong. But it was just once and you were ready to forget about it. Though, could just once more be so bad? [ nightly dream, 18+ rated, afab!reader ]

✩ WEBCAM Phone sex had never been your forte, computer sex? even less, but Choi Beomgyu wasn't someone you easily passed up on. [ nightly dream, 18+ rated, afab!reader ]

✩ DETENTION An unfortunate encounter with your sworn enemy lands you both in detention ─ though you soon discover that maybe there's more to Beomgyu than just his quick witted tongue. [ nightly dream, 18+ rated, afab!reader ]

REOCCURING DREAMS

☪︎ THIN WALLS When your new neighbour moves in, he manages to disturb your peace and quiet, though you soon find out that perhaps you disturbed him too, in ways you had never dared imagine. [ reoccurring dream, 18+ rated, afab!reader ]

☪︎ PRETTY PRINCESS ONGOING Taking a wrong turn in the 4th dimension Beomgyu finds himself two centuries behind his own with no way back, though meeting a pretty princess like you, does not seem so wrong. [ reoccurring dream, 18+ rated, afab!reader ]

☪︎ CRIMINAL CONSIENCE ONGOING Moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder. [ reoccurring dream, 18+ rated, afab!reader ]

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Now That We Don't Talk - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: very very brief suicidal mention, sooooo much writer's block hhhh (the seasonal depression is depressing), (angst but diluted if that makes sense) add/remove yourself from my taglist in the link beloooow ALSO

🎄Special Announcement! I'll be doing a twelve days of Christmas fic series (1 songfic fic a day leading up to Christmas) BUT I will also be accepting extra holiday-themed requests (if any)!🎄

(speaking of the holidays, thinking of switching to a santa-themed george icon soon hmmm), wc 3.1k

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 3.5 | Ch 4 | Ch 5

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Moving had been a surprisingly smooth process that she remembered little of. She had to take care to not think too much about the ornaments she was packing or the boxes she was taping shut or the lonely town she was numbly driving towards, lest the rest of her catch up to the grief weighing her down. Her supervisor had looked plenty confused when she explained where she was transferring to, and muttered something about not knowing if there were any visitors there.

As steep as the change was from working in central London to a significantly sleepier town, she seemed to be adjusting fine. In fact, she was liking the peace and quiet. Or at least, she would, soon enough. She'd learn the right habits, like finding contentment in the stagnant void that descended on her windows far too quickly every evening, the same way she'd unlearn bad habits, like him. So no, her biggest problem was hardly the early sunsets here, but was actually what everyone wanted to talk to her about when she called. The one thing everyone - her old teammates, colleagues, friends - wanted to make sure she knew.

"The gala was fantastic this year - though not as fun without you, of course -"

"You'll never believe who showed up."

"He looked very sharp in his suit. He cleans up nice, I suppose - Anthony Lockwood, I mean."

"They've become quite the celebrities, that Lockwood & Co., though the other two don't seem to tolerate the cameras like he does."

"Oh, you should have seen it. Say what you will about Lockwood but does he know how to make an entrance!"

"Were you at the gala this year?"

She sighed for what must have been the fifth time that day. "No, Ted, I was not. You were at my farewell party, remember?"

"Tha' was for you?"

"Goodbye, Ted."

"Wait! You've seen the pictures, haven't you?"

"No, I haven't, because contrary to popular belief, I am not obsessed with evrything that goes on at Fittes."

"Well, we had a tiptop chocolate fountain this year. Didn't get clogged once and looked absolutely gorgeous. Anywho, I've recently stumbled upon this smashing business opportunity involving chocolate fountains - they're selling like hot cakes, I tell you! - and I'd love to spread the wealth."

"Theodore, you haven't joined another MLM, have you?"

"What is an MLM, other than an opportunity to invest in yourself?"

"Don't make me phone your mother."

The call ended rather abruptly after that. Only Lucy, as always, was an angel.

"I take it you've heard plenty about him?"

"Who? Oh, him. Yes, more than plenty."

"I thought you might. He has...quite the presence, so the papers wanted to interview him, and he agreed - "

" - obviously - "

"And I think they asked him about you at some point."

Her mouth dried. She struggled to find her voice, forcing it to stay casually disinterested. "Hm? What did he say?"

"Absolutely nothing. First and probably last time I've seen him stunned speechless. Naturally, it's all anyone can talk about."

"Mhm."

"He hasn't talked about you, if you're wondering. Sees it coming from a mile away every time George and I try to bring it up. It's so stupid; we know it, he knows it, and he's always in a foul mood. He keeps thinking, these days...Y/N?"

"I don't care."

"No one would blame you if you did."

"I don't."

"So how are you holding up?"

"Well, Luce, I felt happiness outside of external validation for the first time in...ever, then three months later I'm crying in my bathtub wishing I would die, and now I'm miles away from everyone I ever knew and it's always dark outside and I'm always miserable. I'm doing great."

She could hear the exhaustion in the crackling static of the telephone. It occurred to her that she wasn't much acting all that cheerful either.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think he half-expected to see you there."

She inhaled sharply and sat up in her armchair so fast she could feel a cramp curling in her neck. She didn't dare believe Lucy's words. "Really?" she wanted to breathe into the telephone, and revel in dormant delusions, if only for a moment. Instead, she gingerly sank back into the chair, continuing in a flat voice.

"Well, I don't care about any of that now. Oh, I'm sick of it. All of it. If I never hear his name again for as long as I live, it'll be still be too soon. How's George doing?"

After she hung up, she laid in her chair, watching the shadows from her shutters stretch and fold over her furniture as the sun set. She was thinking about the last party she had been to, a yacht party where some of Fittes' and Rotwell's biggest investors were in attendance. How Lockwood had managed to score an invite was beyond her, but what intrigued her more was the cab ride they shared back to Portland Row.

She had been half-dozing off when she felt a hand cover hers. As she blinked at him blearily, she noticed the rigid tension in his spine, as if poised and waiting for an attack. He was clutching her hand purposefully, as if holding off on warning her about something malevolent that was consuming him. She couldn't see his face, which began to feel no different from the cold, hard window pane it was peering out of.

She stirred, distantly unnerved by his impersonality. He glanced at her, apologetically retracting his hand with a sheepish smile. But that look of consternation remained on his face as he turned back to the window with a furrowed brow, with the air of waiting for something. He visibly relaxed as they approached Portland Row, but she couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling even by the time they reached the doorstep.

"You all right?" she was asking, while Lockwood fumbled with their keys.

"'Course. Why wouldn't I be?"

She didn't respond, and the two of them watched him wrench at the key in the lock, trying to steady his mildly trembling fingers.

"Key turns the other way."

He paused his efforts, and after a second or two turned the key the other way. The door slid open smoothly with a click. He held it open, but she just looked at him expectantly. He sighed.

"I'm fine, I promise. I just...get a little nervous around some parts of London."

"Which parts?"

"Some."

"Scared of what?"

"A few things."

"Why?"

"For fun. Look, I'm freezing out here. Can we just drop this?"

That was more than a mild exaggeration; the sun had only just set and the air was still pleasantly balmy. But he looked so beseechingly, and it didn't take much for her to relent when it came to Lockwood, so they stepped inside and shrugged their coats off in silence.

"I'll tell you some day. I'm sure I will."

That was some day too far away. Now she'll never know if, or why he ever felt like that. Or rather, she wouldn't know when he would feel like that. But it was no matter. It was none of her business then, and it was even less of her business now.

She had mostly forgotten about her conversation with Lucy by the following week, which was why her parcel came as a bit of a surprise, especially since she'd mentioned being swamped by a mountain of upcoming cases.

Y/N -

I was thinking about our call the other day. On a completely unrelated note, here's about every gossip rag from the past month I could find at Arif's.

Love, Lucy.

She was beginning to see what was so appealing about these magazines. As ruthless as they could be, they sure knew how to sell a pipe dream to common folk with less exciting lives. The gala was clearly as glitzy and glamorous as it was every year, and the articles held an air of intrigue now that she was quite separate from Fittes. But that quivering excitement became somewhat muffled as she flipped through the glossy pages.

The Anthony Lockwood she saw now looked worlds apart from the Lockwood she left behind. His well-fitting suit, megawatt smile and carefully styled hair made him look expensive in a way that destabilised her. She flipped through photograph after photograph of him looking jarringly luxurious besides walls of text effusing about the success of their latest case, and what an honour it must have been to be personally invited by Marissa Fittes herself. It weighed at the pit in her stomach to see this unfamiliar silhouette of a friend who was become increasingly unattainable, speeding along roads to prosperity faster than she could ever keep up with.

She sifted through the other rags. The most extensive feature was a few pages long, and was centered more on the exciting, up-and-coming agency that was Lockwood & Co. rather than a specific case. There were pictures from their most recent cases, and in each one he looked unnaturally distinct from the last, but in every single one he oozed an appealingly languid charisma. It was good to see him doing so well. She was happy for him. Or she would be, tomorrow, when she had the strength for it. Lockwood was unbearable in a way that made him perfect for a life in the public eye, a life for which she was somehow always deficient. She traced a too-long strand of hair flopped on his forehead in one of the photographs, as if she could magically straighten it out.

She could see him now, thumbing through the pages with an approving tilt to his head, limbs folded uncomfortably in the armchair he always insisted on sharing with her. "No such thing as bad press," he'd claim absent-mindedly, his too-long hair flopping impractically. And she'd watch him with bruised eyes like she always did, wishing for nothing more in that moment shared with him. In other words, wishing for nothing short of what she could never have.

Maybe it was some lingering wish to break herself before he beat her to it. Because that was all it was; dodging blows, lying through pretty teeth, racing ahead to pull one over on him, cursing the feel of his breath on her. There was simply no calm, no respite, only the all-consuming experience of becoming wrapped up in him and losing bits and pieces of herself which would never again be truly hers.

She picked up the telephone again. It felt too heavy in her hand. Numbly, she spun the dial as if on autopilot, keying in her mother's phone number. The dial tone comforted her in some twisted yet cathartic acknowledgement of the emptiness inside of her.

Looking at it now she could see the distinct air of mystery that engulfed Lockwood and clouded her vision. He was never quite fully present; a part of him was always tucked away to be kept secret in some dark corner, and her mind was only too happy to extrapolate, to construct this most desirable yet entirely mythical figment. She felt ragged, winded and worn from battling reality day after day, all alone. And most of all, she felt so very stupid.

Her mother was saying that she had made the right decision. Not that she needed any reminding. Of course her life had taken an upward swing ever since; she'd be a fool to think otherwise. She was positively paralysed with liberty, bedridden with joy, simply immobile with ecstasy!

She was slowly but surely going very insane. Now making eyes at each other, now disconnect, now love, now heartache, now this, now that, but never any peace. Maybe it was some lingering wish to shatter and let the pent up misery dissipate.

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Months passed. The holiday season arrived, and she choked through the November blues with shivering bones and clammy hands. Even with the slight uptick in visitors, as was expected in the colder months, her life provided little to distract her from her own ghosts under the floorboards. So when she received a consultancy request from Fittes one morning, she had written back and mailed her response all while still holding the jam knife.

The train was crowded and noisy with the bustle of the holidays, but as it chugged along through the fields of snow, she couldn't help but perk up ever so slightly at every sigh and creak of its wheels. There was a spring in her step all the way to Fittes headquarters, where she was supposed to collect her apartment key.

A tall, indistinct figure was walking out of the revolving doors as she approached. She flinched when she realised who it was - Lockwood, who didn't seem much happier to see her either. He looked mostly well, though the corners of his mouth were a little strained, his face flushed in the cold.

"...Y/N?"

"Lockwood."

"You're...home?"

"Yeah. Um, how have you been?"

"Good...good. Busy. As busy as winter gets."

He was wearing a different coat. It was quite similar to his old one, but this one was thicker and more structured, and looked like it was at least somewhat effective in keeping the brisk winter wind out. He looked foreign and unfamiliar in a way he hadn't since...since the Investors Party.

It had taken her a while to pick his face out of the pretentious crowd, given how preoccupied she was with weaving through the thicket of people. It had taken her a eyes minute to adjust to the almost nauseatingly charismatic silhouette of an especially-chuffed Lockwood in a newly tailored but otherwise identical suit. She tried to give him a reproaching look, but there was something infectious in his smooth ease as he larked about in his prime which made her lips twitch despite herself as he waded through the crowds.

"You really shouldn't be here."

"You're clearly not drunk enough yet."

"How did you even get in? This is invitation-only."

"Had an invite, didn't I?"

She pursed her lips, shaking her head slightly. He was hopelessly incorrigible in an oddly fascinating way. Her voice dropped to a murmur as she felt herself begin to relent.

"I ought to...tell someone about you."

"That you're secretly in love with me?"

"That we have an illegal stowaway."

"You're not going to rat me out, are you?"

The pleading look on his face was enough to give her pause. She was already beginning to regret her decision, but he looked so vivacious it was difficult to stay disapproving for long.

"Excellent. Now, would you be so good as to point me in the direction of the bigger spenders?"

They spend the next few hours laughing and entertaining the many important men on the boat and their great deal of important thoughts. She'd excuse herself towards the end of every conversation to leave Lockwood and the glimmer in his eye to close a deal. For someone so adept at climbing the corporate ladder, she was surprisingly poor at fulfilling these adjacent duties.

She hated every second of it, and she drank as much as she could without raising eyebrows to make it all halfway palatable, but it was all worth it then. He had wanted to stay for as long as it would have been polite, so when they finally left, long after the media had made their rounds at the event, his jacket was folded over his left arm and his hand was delicately holding hers.

When she was stuck in her drafty cottage on the edge of nowhere, she'd think about the feel of his fingers curling around her palm more than it was appropriate, and wonder how she ever thought she was somehow better off here.

But that evening's sense of camraderie was long gone. Now, she regarded him coolly, holding him at arm's length. They may have had a rough falling out, but that didn't mean they couldn't still be friends. Just friends. Nothing more. But the vaguely intimate look in Lockwood's eye told her he was in no mood to entertain any kind of platonic notions.

"I didn't know you were back."

She relented. It was the season of giving, after all.

"Only for a while. Fittes hired me as a consultant for a few months."

He blinked at her. "You could have called."

"I didn't think you'd be interested."

"Of course I'd be interested. I'm always interested when it comes to you."

She sighed sharply. It was so easy to get swept up and believe him when he said things like that, that she wondered how she found the strength to leave. He was a bastard, a ne'er-do-well who only knew how to break her heart after promising sweet, simple luxuries in whispers over expanses of skin. She made her lips tremble, her pulse quicken, her heart shake in all the worst ways.

But underneath all that, love was there. Love was there...still.

"Ready to go?"

They turned in unison towards a strikingly beautiful girl with glossy raven curls walking out of the revolving doors. The girl's smile only slipped a fraction as she shook her hand, and she was distantly aware of making some kind of clumsy introduction. They stuttered through some stunted small talk, during which all she was aware of was the blood roaring in her ears that gave the whole scene a distantly muffled feel. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Well, this was...lovely. Shall we go, then?"

The girl turned to leave, but some semblance of hesitation prevented her from pulling Lockwood along with her.. His face still had that same confused look.

"You could have called," he repeated tonelessly, like a broken record. The girl's presence made the back of her neck smart and prickle uncomfortably.

"I might, later."

"Bye. Nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you too."

"We're home all day."

The last one was from Lockwood.

"Just...if you want to drop by. So that Luce and George don't have my head on a platter by supper."

"Goodbye, Lockwood."

He was captivating in a way that made her want to keep him all to herself. No one needed to intrude on this tantalising secret they shared. It was at that moment that she made the very unfortunate realisation that she didn't need to say it out loud to make what she had been screaming from the rooftops of her heart any more real - him and her would forever be unfinished business.

And nothing she could do could make the palpitations of her heart any less real either.

As the life she once dreamed of walked away from her, all she was acutely aware of was that it was a lingering wish, some half-thought dream, to sit opposite him in a chilly kitchen on blustery mornings, watching him drink his tea while she got drunk on him.

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[bean-bean2000]

The Hacker - Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You’re just a computer nerd living your life in your basement as a professional hacker for the dark web. You enjoy your simple and quiet life until your misogynistic online hacker group undermines your abilities. They dare you to prove to them that you truly are worthy of being called a professional hacker. Hack into Stark Towers systems. The strongest, most expensive and secure system in the entire United States. Well, you never one to back down from a challenge. Especially to prove a man wrong. What happens when you actually succeed to hack into the Stark Tower systems? Will they find you?

Warnings: Angst, mention of mental health troubles (depression, anxiety, self-esteem, reader is unsure of themselves and if they belong), slight violence, blood, medical equipment.

Each chapter will have their own warnings. Your internet consumption is not my responsibility. Please read the warnings before deciding to proceed.

This is my first fanfiction so all comments/suggestions/advice is very welcome and appreciated! I’ll be making this into a series, but i’m not sure how many parts yet!

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You groan and you slam on your hands on your desk. You couldn’t believe these misogynistic men you had called friends. They were mocking you, claiming you will never be as good as they are, you’re just a woman they said. You laugh dryly as an idea sparks in your mind. You will prove to them that they are just men, and you are far better than they ever will be. They laughed as you told them that. Then, one user from the group chimes into the conversation:

“Prove it. Hack into Stark Tower.“ the screen read.

You stare at the screen. Stark Tower. The most expensive, expansive, and backed up software that existed in the entire United States.

As you were the only woman in that group, you laughed in their faces at the challenge and eagerly accepted.

You’ve never been more shocked, impressed and surprised in yourself and your abilities than the moment you had successfully breached all security firewalls from Stark Tower. You stared at the screen in disbelief and decided to play a little trick on Tony Stark just because you could.

You decided to not only look through all high security files (because, why not?), you wanted to piss off Tony Stark to prove to the almighty Iron Man-self made billionaire-philanthropist-playboy that he wasn’t the only one capable of mastering technology.

As you searched through the files, you decide to distract the Stark Tower online security team from blocking you out of the software by playing a little game.

You throw onto their screens the words “All work and no play makes Tony a dull boy” over and over again, line by line in bright red writing. You add on a song you created quickly blasting in the background in a deep computerized voice “You can’t catch me! You can’t catch me! Na Na Na Na Na Na!! ” with a clown dancing on the bottom screen. You added circus music for that extra slap in the face.

Okay, yes it was very petty and over the top but it was hilarious. You decide to indulge in your win as you made a bowl of icecream, laughing at how easily you breached THE Tony Stark’s software system. You’re dancing around you kitchen when your front door blasts open. You scream and stare at disbelief. What just happened?!

And then you see Iron Man marching into your home.

Fuck. How did they find you?! Impossible, you had taken every measure to ensure your location and IP address could not be pinged and traced.

You sprint to your backdoor only to run into a very hard and muscular chest. You look up and see James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier, smirking at you with amusement

“Where are you going, doll? We just want to talk.”

As your panicking you decide the best thing to do is punch the soldier in the face…. or attempt to… as he catches your hand with ease and stares at you.

“Nice try, that was cute.”

You yank your arm away and look around you, surrounded by the Avengers.

Your brain starts racking through the possible escape routes but nothing works as you’re surrounded by the strongest and best team of soldiers and superheroes. And then you remember the reason why they’re here in the first place. You start laughing and the Avengers stare at you, confused.

Tony walks up to you “You think this is funny? You hacked into MY system! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?! Are you some kind of witch? AND you have the AUDACITY to call me dull! With a dancing clown! really?!”

You keep giggling and you stare right into his eyes with determination. You’re not afraid, you’re amused.

“I was bored.” you shrug your shoulders.

“it was too easy. Why wouldn’t i fuck around with the supposedly impenetrable Stark Tower system? Not so much the almighty Tony Stark now, are you? Beaten by a random woman in her basement.” you keep laughing.

Tony stares you down, clenching and unclenching his fists. Captain America appears behind him, all eyes turn to the Captain, as he grabs Tony’s shoulder, silently warning him not to do anything stupid.

“Oh fuck off Steve!” Tony tells.

“Just because your ego is hurt doesn’t mean you can just threaten or intimidate her.” Steve replies coolly.

“Yeah Tony, it’s not her fault your system is shit.” Bucky snickers. Natasha slaps him behind his head and Sam slaps his shoulder.

They all turn around to face you once more but you’re gone. They all freeze.

“What the - Where is she?! You guys let her escape?!” Tony screams.

They all scramble to capture you. Sam jumps to the sky to fly over and get a better view. Natasha, Steve and Bucky split up in all directions to search. Tony remains in your kitchen, baffled, embarrassed and angry.

You’re running for your life. You can’t believe you managed to slip past the freaking Avengers while they were bickering with each other. You made yourself small and quiet and crept out through a small door under your stairs, thanking all the stars that you never had it sealed as per your friend’s suggestions.

You’re sprinting down the street, weaving between alleys and trying to stay low and unnoticed.

You dare to look behind you when your yanked from your arm and fall forward, tumbling and wrestling the body that just tackled you.

It’s no use. You’re not strong enough, not trained for this. You’re just a computer nerd that hides in her basement.

You’re pinned to the ground and look up at your captor. James Buchanan Barnes. Of course.

His striking blue eyes staring down into yours. Swirling with emotions that you can’t decipher. Is he mad? annoyed? you swear you see something in his face that looks like he’s amused?

Suddenly he’s smirking as your struggling beneath him to get out from his grasp.

“Stop moving so much. It won’t do anything.” He says blankly. Chuckling that you’re willful enough to try.

“GAAAHHH NO! I will NOT be caught and sent to god knows what fucking shit hole prison. GET OFF OF ME!!” you scream and kick your feet, wiggling beneath him.

He sighs and stares you down. “I’m sorry, this is gonna hurt.”

You look up at him “What are you-” then everything goes black.

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You wake up with a pounding headache. You opens your eyes to blinding lights and beeping sounds. It takes you a moment to remember what happened and realize what’s going on.

You successfully breached Tony Stark’s tower. You were captured by Bucky. Damn him and his beautiful eyes and strong body. You stop yourself mid-thought and shake your head- He captured you, you idiot. Don’t think like that. You groan as you sit up.

You look around you and start panicking, you can’t be trapped, you can’t live like this.

Your heart rate picks up on the monitor and it starts beeping wildly. You’re groaning and kicking. Your arms are strapped down to the gurney. You start freaking out even more and manage to get one hand out of the straps. You start undoing the other one and then you rip out the IV in your arm.

You’re freaking out, terrified of what they did to you, what did they give you? what will they do to you? You jump out of the bed and grab whatever medical utensils you find to protect yourself. The monitors continuously scream and beep, you’re struggling to figure out what to do when Tony, Steve and Bucky run into the room.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” you scream and hold a medical scalpel out to them. Attempting to appear as threatening as possible. Rather, you look like a terrified cornered animal. You’re shaking, your head is pounding, you can’t focus, you just need to get out.

“Hey hey slow down, you’re okay….” Steve coos as he tries to slowly approach you.

You stick the scalpel in his direction.

“Don’t you dare come closer! Leave me alone!” you yell at him.

“Okay, we can figure this out, just put the scalpel down okay? Look at your arm, you’re bleeding, you ripped the IV out. Please sit down and let Bruce take a look at it.” Steve says to you, hand in the air to prove to you he is no threat, as he slowly continues to approach you.

You hadn’t realized as you were focused on Steve, that Bucky had rounded the room and was now behind you.

You look down at your arm, confused, scared. Your arm has a gash from the middle of your elbow down your forearm. It’s bleeding a lot, blood is dripping down your clothes and forming a small puddle on the ground.

You lift your arm to inspect and start panicking. Your eyes wild and you take in everything and realize you’re trapped, you’re hurt, you’re scared.

Then you feel Bucky’s arm wrapped around you and force the scalpel out of your hand.

“NO! NO! AHHHHH” you scream and thrash against him.

Tony takes the chance to inject you with a calming medication to soothe your panic attack and settle you back down. You start to grow woozy in Bucky’s arms and you slowly get weaker and more tired. They help place you back into bed and you’re repeating slowly and quietly “no please, just let me go”.

You fall into a deep sleep.

“Well she’s a spit fire. A lot more spunk than I expected.” Bucky says with a chuckle. “I like her.”

Steve and Tony roll their eyes.

“You like her because she beat me at my own game.” Tony says to Bucky and Bucky chuckles back at him and shrugs.

“Call Bruce, have him look her over again, make sure she’s okay and have him administer small doses of that calming medication so when she wakes up we can actually talk to her without her freaking out. Tony, find out what you can about her. Her name, family, history, everything. We need to know who we’re dealing with and assess if she’s a threat.” Steve says and walks out the door. The other two men follow. Bucky looks behind him one last time and stares your sleeping form.

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You slowly wake up again to the feeling of something tugging on your arm. You groan and look over. You see a man with scruffy beard and hair stitching up your arm. Your heart rate monitor starts to beep faster which causes the doctor to look up at you.

“You’re awake. I’m Dr. Banner. I’m just patching up your cut here, it’s not too deep but please be careful.” He says as he looks at you pointedly.

You stare back and croak “Where am i? What are you going to do to me?” You feel a small tear slip from your eyes.

“Relax, please. We will not and have not hurt you. We just want to get to know you. It’s the first time anyone has beaten Tony when it comes to technology. You’re in Stark Tower, the Avengers compound. I know Steve and Bucky can appear menacing but they’re harmless, I promise.” Dr. Banner says to you softly.

You don’t know why but you believe him. He calms you.

“Alright, you’re all clean here. I’ll let you get changed and you can meet me right outside the door and i’ll guide you to the kitchen okay? Take your time.” He taps your hand lightly and walks away, offering you a tight smile.

You get up slowly and take in your surroundings and the situation. You see a pile of clothes folded for you but they aren’t yours. Confused, you look around and find your own in a laundry basket, bloodied and dirty. You sigh and put on the clothes provided, albeit the shirt is slightly tight around your waist and breasts and the leggings curve your butt nicely.

You look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. What is going on?

Dr. Banner knocks at the door, you walk out and follow him to the kitchen. Your head held high, refusing to show any fear.

As you enter the kitchen, the entire Avengers team turns and looks at you.

Your confidence quickly wavers when you make eye contact with a certain dark haired blue eyed soldier. He stares you up and down and you look down at the floor meekly. Bruce guides you to a chair and beckons for you to sit. You plop down and stare at your hands.

“Please, don’t be scared. We looked into who you are. We can’t find anything about your past. There are no medical or dental records. You’re a ghost. All we have is your name. How is that possible?” Steve says as the group stares at you.

You look up but say nothing. Steve sighs. He didn’t expect you to immediately spill your life story to them but he was hopeful it would be that easy. He decides to pull the bandaid off and tell you why you’re here.

“We’ve discussed this at length and we have a proposition to make. As you are extremely talented, we believe you would be a significant asset to the team. You can use your knowledge and expertise to help us complete missions more easily by hacking into the systems for us. We decided we can’t have you living out in the world without supervision. If you’re capable of breaking through Tony’s systems, you’re too powerful in this modern world. We would like you to join the team. What do you think?” Steve explains.

You stare at him. Your jaw slack. You look between them all. It takes you a second to register what he just said to you.

“So that’s it? You’re not going to kill me?”

The team chucked. “No hun, we don’t do that. We’re honestly just so impressed by you and want you to be a part of our team.” Wanda says to you softly.

You stare at them all. Registering what they asked of you. “This isn’t a choice. I either join the team, or what? You send me to some deep dark prison god knows where?! Seems like it’s either join the avengers or live a miserable life alone and imprisoned.”

“They are one and the same to me, a cage is a cage. No matter how pretty you paint it to be.” You say dryly. Looking up at the ceiling and sighing.

You pause. “I’d rather be here with some freedom than be in an actual cell. I accept the offer on one condition.”

They look at you expectantly.

“Never ask me about my past. I remain a ghost. I remain hidden. I do not join you on missions. I am to be left alone at my own will, within these grounds. I will be a prisoner to your cause but i will not be caged like an animal. I want my freedom.” You say to Steve as you stare at him making direct eye contact.

“Deal. Welcome to the team.” He says and reaches out to shake your hand. You shake it and pull back.

You feel eyes on you and find who they belong to. Bucky. He stares at you and you fake a cough to clear your throat and distract from his prying stare.

Tony gets up and tells you to follow him. He shows you to your room. It is directly across from Bucky, and stationed between Steve and Natasha. A security measure for sure. You can’t escape them.

Tony lets you into your room and tells you that he has prepared your own station and office to work from. Of course, your actions will be heavily monitored.

He watches you sit down as you find your belongings already in the room. You realize there was never a choice after all. They had decided for you. You never had the chance to decide your own fate, you were trapped.

Tony slowly closes your door and you sit on your bed, staring at the wall. Processing what just happened and not understanding why you can’t get those striking blue eyes out of your head.

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Part 2 here

[kkcauseway]

Intoxicants

Pairing: Fiancé Joel Miller & f!reader Summary: You’re going out drinking on a well deserved night out with friends, your fiancé Joel Miller has dropped you off and is waiting on a call to to pick you up. When the call to get you finally comes you’re a little too drunk, but he doesn’t mind, he’ll look after you. It’s his job after all. Content and warnings: Fluff, so much fluff. Talks of naughty things, but nothing happens. Joel Miller being the cutest fiancé. Caring!Joel, Protective!Joel. Joel looking after a drunk reader. Joel being understanding that you need time away with friends and isn’t a controlling partner that needs to know where you’re at, at all times and sets a curfew. 🫶🏻 Authors note: Just a tiny drabble, the idea just came into my head whilst I was at work and then hey presto this was made. Hope you enjoy the endless amounts of fluff 🫶🏻

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The drive to the bar is silent, apart from the hum of the engine and yours and his breathing. He’s focussed on the dark road, but has a hand firmly around your thigh, squeezing and stroking every so often. Gently moving it upwards taking your dress with it. But he’s only messing. Having his fill of touching you before you’re gone for a few hours.

Eventually he parks up outside of your destination, turns off the truck engine and turns to you. Smiling when his eyes meet yours. “Now don’t drink too much Baby, you know you’ll regret it tomorrow if you do.”

“I won’t!” you laugh.

“I’ll pick you up when you’re ready okay? Call me when you’re ready to go, don’t matter what time it is”.

“Okay, I will, thank you for dropping me”.

“No problem Baby, y’have a good night, stay safe, call me if you need me. And may I just say future Mrs Miller you look mighty fine in that dress, and I for one can’t wait to rip it off you later”. He growls leaning closer to your face before smiling adding “I love you, have fun!”

“Love you too” you kiss him before leaving the car. Blowing him a kiss as you walk into the bar entrance.

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A few hours later your friend calls Joel to pick you up, explaining you’ve had a little more to drink than you meant to and that it was just easier if she called you. Laughing about how you’re such a lightweight before ending the call.

He’s quick to come and get you. Laughing to himself because he knew this was going to happen; he knew he would be helping you home and into bed and more tonight for the usual reasons. He shakes his head at the thought of drunk you as he laces up his boots. The way you’ll be stumbling about, so talkative- more so than when you’re sober; everything about you is adorable. God, does he love you.

When he’s parked up outside the bar once more, he quickly enters, searching every corner till he finds your stunning figure standing out from the crowd.

“Hiii!” you slur running into his arms, hugging them around his neck after noticing him making his way over to you.

“Woah Baby, okay, you’ve definitely had a lot to drink haven’t you. Y’had a good time?” he laughs aloud slightly winded by the force in which you pounce at him.

“I knowww” you moan sincerely “I’m sorry but YES! I had so much fun! Like so much fun we haven’t stopped laughing and we were comparing our men and guess what, you won!”

‘He’s fit’ your single friend Lanni slurs pointing at someone on the dance floor.

‘He’s fitter!’ Your very taken friend Lisa replies pointing to another gross looking guy out at the smoking area.

‘Oooo what about him’ your other taken, but at the same time basically single (it’s complicated) friend Alison mutters.

The silence that follows is evident of their wanting you to join in on their game.

“You’re very quiet in this conversation ” all three of your friends turn to you when you don’t add your own sought out fit guy to the mix.

“Firstly, all three of your tastes are disgusting, I think y’all need glasses. And well secondly, I’m happy in a relationship I don’t need to be looking at other men!” you roll your eyes playfully.

Lisa utters excitedly ‘I’m in one too but I’m still playing!’

‘Ahhh, I know what it is’ Lanni adds laughing playfully.

“What?” you question as your other friends do too in unison.

‘I mean I know I’m not the only one thinking, she’s absolutely smitten with Joel Miller no wonder she doesn’t give a shit.’

‘I mean if I was with him I wouldn’t either’ Alison utters giggling.

‘He is gorgeous’ Lisa quickly adds.

You know they’re not wrong, that women constantly ogle him, want him, but he’s yours. All Yours! and always will be. So, you don’t mind joining this part of the conversation.

“He is absolutely gorgeous inside and out; the most amazing man ever. Why do you think I’m fuckin’ marrying him! He’s a literal God” you finally add.

‘Wit woo!’ Lanni jokes.

‘I mean I would’ Lisa jests.

‘Ugh and me.�� Alison sighs longingly.

“Okay ladies enough thank you haha, we’ve established he’s hot and he wins the competition on who has the hottest man, but enough ogling my fiancé, especially when he’s not here, he’s mine! Tell you something it’s a damn good thing I love the three of you the way I do!” You end on a fit of hysterics of which your friends join in. You must look like nutters in the bar, but you don’t care. Joel fucking Miller will always till the end of time be your happy place; your purpose.

“I won huh?” he grumbles keeping you close.

“Uhu, but you know the best thing about it, they might all think you’re hot, but” you lean into his ear adding whilst whispering “but I’m the only one who gets to fuck you.”

“You are aren’t you Baby” he mumbles back.

“Yeah! Lucky me” you giggle.

“Okay, well how about let’s get you home and into bed huh?”

“Okay but wait I need a wee first!” You jump out of his arms making your way to the bathroom stumbling embarrassingly so. So, he races to your side, holding you upright “Okay, come on Baby let’s go” he laughs, and you laugh with him mumbling “my hero.”

He helps you into a disabled toilet; knowing they’re larger and can fit more than one person, following you in and locking the door. He stares at you as you struggle to lift your dress holding it up whilst also pulling down your panties. Constantly losing your balance in your heels.

“Here” he chuckles as he quickly kneels “hold onto me I’ll pull ‘em down.”

You nod. Leaning on his shoulders as he curls his fingers round the lace and pulls them down to sit at your ankles. “Okay, stand up straight Baby” you do, he then stands, but you grab one of his hands holding it as you sit down on the seat.

He then goes to turn away but you yank his arm making him look back. Confused.

“Are you embarrassed Joel Miller?” you giggle “watching me on the toilet?”

“I no- I just thought you’d want some privacy.”

“Privacy” you laugh. “Joel this is one of - hiccup- of the least comising positions you’ve seen me in.”

“‘Comising’? Y’mean compromising? Jesus Baby you’re pissed” he laughs back.

“Meanie” you stick your tongue out at him.

“I’m a meanie? What for looking out for you? Hey you’re the one who’s gonna regret this in the morning not me.”

“Yeah well you’ll look after me you always do” you smile looking up at him from the seat.

“Yeah, you know I will. Love doting on you don’t I Babygirl.”

“Uhu”. You smile trying to stand yourself back up after wiping but to no avail. So instead, you make grabby hands at Joel like a toddler begging to be picked up. He hold your hands as he forces you up. Groaning as he does.

“Thankyou” you sing at him.

“That’s okay Baby, can you step outa them panties I don’t think we should bother trying to get them back up. Was hard enough gettin em down?”

“You’ll say it’s for that, but really you just want my knickers you perv” you laugh uncontrollably.

“Bita’ both maybe.” He grumbles shrugging, dirty smile on his face. “C’mon home time” he groans as he picks up your panties shoving them into his jeans pocket, before grabbing your hand and leading you both out.

He helps walk you to his truck, and to climb in, he even straps you in, forever a gentleman. He’s quick to round the truck jumping in himself and driving you both home in the darkness of the night.

“Joel” you mumble after a few minutes of silent driving.

He hums in response. Keeping his eyes on the road. When you don’t reply instantly he gets concerned “you feelin’ okay?”

“Yep, you’re just so pretty” you slur.

“M’pretty?” he chuckles lightly.

“Uhu, s’not fair” you whine turning in your seat to look at him. Stroking gently at his beard.

“Baby you’re plenty pretty. Men would line the streets for you if they weren’t so shit scared, I’d fuck em up.” He bends his head down slightly to kiss your hand as you brush just under his lips.

“Hehe, you’d fuck them up just cus you loveeeee me.”

“Course I would Baby, none of them fuckers are havin’ you. You’re all mine.”

You laugh and he joins you.

When you finally make it home, you’re super sleepy; on the verge of being asleep. Your body doing what it always does when you’ve had too much to drink. Joel lifts you out of the car closing the door with his boot before walking you to the front door. He has to put you on your feet to unlock it, but once inside he pics you up again taking you upstairs. You rest your head in his neck taking in his beautiful natural scent.

“Are you seriously sniffin’ me right now?”

“Uhu” you nod.

“You are one crazy girl” he chuckles.

“S’your fault you smell so good” you mumble shrugging.

He gently rests you on your bed once you make it to the bedroom. “Stay here Baby just gonna get a few things for you.” You don’t argue, you stay firmly where he put you so comfy on the edge of slumber. He’s quick on his feet grabbing you some paracetamol and a glass of water, with ice, just how you like it and he’s grabbed one of his t shirts for you to change into.

He peels off your heels making light work of the buckles you always struggle so much with. And then he helps you to sit up so he can pull your dress off over your head. Leaving you bare, having not needed a bra with this dress and of course the man had already pocketed your panties. “So beautiful” he murmurs straightening out your now ruffled hair. He grabs the t shirt and quickly puts it over your head, helping you to feed your arms through the holes and then there you are, in all your Glory; his favourite shirt buries you as you gleam at him with a smile so full of love. He passes you the water and pills next sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking a hand over one of your legs as he watches you take the tablets and then down the entire glass. “Good girl” he praises when you finish, you smile at him.

“I’m gonna quickly go top this glass up f’you, and get myself ready okay Baby, be back in a sec, you just get yourself all warm and comfy.”

He’s gone all of five minutes, but when he returns, you’re out like a light. Curled in on yourself, face squished into the pillow. He climbs in next to you and you instantly, instinctively in your sleep edge closer to him till your head is resting on his chest. He wraps an arm round you to pull you closer. “G’night Baby.” He murmurs kissing your forehead before he too finds himself encased in sleep. Content with drunk, sleepy you in his arms.

[frostironfudge]

Run Little Bunny - Nick Fowler Smut

Summary: Nick loves the chase that leads him to you.

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ Main Kink: Chase Kink, smut, p in v, thigh riding, nicknames - little one, bunny, implied oral, pwp, dirty talk, possessiveness, mild Dacryphilia, size kink, nick fowler is a warning

A.N: so my writer's block is getting unblocked slow and steady i thought i'd complete my kinktober prompts and make it Smutmas?

Word Count: 1.4k

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You hear his rapid footsteps behind you, crunching the leaves and twigs. Even though the forrest has its own sounds to shroud you in the darkness. 

The burn in your muscles isn’t an ache yet, you’ve been training for this, put your body through hours of training to run. From him, towards him. 

You cut through a clearing hiding behind a larger tree trunk. Covering your mouth and nose to reduce the sound of your panting. 

“I’m going to find you, Bunny.” Nick’s voice echoes, the deep timber rough between his own pants of air. 

You keep silent trying to figure out if you can dart behind the tree towards another clearing which would lead you out of the forest. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are Bunny.” He chuckles darkly, sounding closer. 

“I can smell you, sweet, decadent, panting and pretty pussy aching for my cock.” He calls out. Your thighs clench. Fuck. 

Your feet dig into the mud, pushing away from the trunk.

You look behind, the moonlight glints off of his blue eyes full of lust and mirth at the chase you’re putting him through. 

“Run my sweet, Bunny.” He warns, you take off yet again, Nick gives you yet another head-start, the air thrums with your fear as well as need for him. 

He chuckles, eyes gleaming in the darkness. 

You look behind and he isn’t there standing in the clearing anymore, just as you give a sigh of relief you collide into him. 

Your hands move to his arms to steady yourself, the material of his suit jacket soft under your sweaty palms. He chuckles, then gives a deep inhale, a growl rumbles in his chest. 

“How are you going to escape now little one?” He challenges, your eyes move from his face, illuminated by the moon, the shadows bringing out his chiseled features, his scent — woodsy, hints of tobacco and vanilla surrounds you. 

His hands are by his sides and your skin aches to have them upon it, pulling you close, grabbing you not letting you escape his ministrations — fingers, mouth, tongue, cock. 

A low whine slips past your lips, you don’t want to run. It only adds to his mirth. 

“Is Bunny tired of running?” The moonlight accentuates his raised brow and bottom lip being bitten by his teeth, a bemused smirk gracing his inviting lips. 

You shake your head, shifting closer to him as the chilly air bellows around the two of you. 

Nick moves forward, his steps have you back track pushed against the tree trunk its rough edges digging into your back through the material of your well his shirt. 

Each step of his as dangerous as the prowl of a predator. He smirks, when your breath hitches. Dark azure eyes drink in the way your thighs clench. 

“Who is going to save you now little bunny?” His hand reaches for your jaw, tilting for you to get a better look. He tuts, “Hurt yourself baby.” His thumb swipes over the cut you hiss as it stings. 

The sound cut off when you feel his thigh press against your core. 

“She’s weeping for me,” He hums delighted, lips brush over yours as his thigh presses further against you, taut muscles press further drawing a whimper from you. 

“Nick,” you whisper against his lips, he takes your bottom lip between his own, biting down. You arch against him, hips moving on his thigh to relive the ache, as a spark of pleasure makes its way up your spine. 

He guides your hips over his thigh, loving the way the material sticks to his skin due to the mess you’re making. 

He makes sure to grind his thigh further and further against you, your eyes close, orgasm drawing close, he had edged you earlier before the chase. You craved release, you don’t even hear your pretty begging — please Nick, please, please, please—

“Go on bunny, soak my thigh.” He commands, you find yourself shatter, shuddering only adds to the stimulation upon your clit. 

Nick swallows your moans with a searing kiss. No longer his hands at your sides, both on your hips lifting you up, your limbs wrapped around him. The fabric of your panties tears then, shrouded by the sounds of your lips and teeth clashing together in a slopping kiss. 

Your hands move to his shoulders, hips moving against his pelvis the fabric of his pants soaking your arousal. 

Your needy whimpers melt against his tongue. 

He pulls away, thin rings of blue gleam watching you grind against him with parted lips. 

“So eager aren’t you bunny?” He comments, fingers tangling with your roots, tilting your head back, his lips latch onto your neck. 

“Are you that eager for your orgasm? You want me to fuck you right here? You want to claim my cock in the forest? Oh bunny, tell me.” He nips at the sweet-spots on your skin he knows and placed himself; drawing out moans and clouding your mind. 

All you can think about is his hard length, the way his tip pulses in your cunt or in your mouth. 

“Bunny use your words or are you already cock drunk?” He chuckles his short stubble, brushing over your sternum, you shiver. 

“Need you, Nick.” You acquiesce. 

Pushing you against the tree again, he shifts back, you aid the removal of his jacket and white shirt. 

The planes of his chest coming into view, scars scarcely littered over his torso. Your mouth waters as your palms move over his taut muscles, biceps flexing and veins in his forearm prominent. 

You undo the button of your borrowed shirt, Nick pushes it half off of your shoulders. 

He groans appreciatively at the sigh of your skin, his older marks still present. 

“Mine.” He growls, mouth latching onto your hardened nipple, you moan, he bites down on the nub. You cry out for him, only feeling your arousal grow. 

“Undo my belt.” He instructs, mouth moving to the other nipple, your mind melting you reach for the belt, the metal clinks as you undo it. 

Tugging at the stupid clasp of his pants, you huff frustrated. He only laughs, reaching and undoing it with one hand. Pelvis supporting your weight. 

Other hand leisurely playing with your nipple. He ruts against you, one fabric only between his thick cock and you. 

“Nick, fuck me please.” You cry when he bites down on your nipple again, you don’t realise when he got rid of the layer between you two but the edges of his cock rub over your puffy folds, gathering your arousal. 

Your head thrown back as he sinks into you inch by lovely inch the wet squelch resounds the air bellows around you both, amplifying the sound of your shared moans at the sensation. 

Nick watches as his cock sinks into you completely. Enamoured at how you take him so well each time. 

“Fuck, so fucking pretty, taking all of me.” He praises, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him, he watches your skin shimmer in the moonlight over the sweat and tears he caused. 

“Who is making you feel this way, bunny?” He questions, withdrawing himself. 

“You.” 

He slams into you. 

“Who has your cunt feeling so full?” 

“You”

Another thrust, deeper. 

“Who do you belong to, bunny?” He moans as your walls clamp down in answer. 

“Belong to you.” 

He speeds up his thrusts driving into you with moans and a bruising grip he only grins devilishly when you moan, arching and offering more of your skin to claim as his own. 

“That’s right—fuck—bunny, you’re mine—fuck, squeezing me so tight,” he groans feeling your walls spasm, on the precipice of another orgasm.  

Your tears only urge him on the pleasure simmering, gaining crescendo,  making it’s way to every nerve ending with each hard thrust. 

You cry out his name, Nick bites down on your neck, making you howl louder than the cold wind whipping around you. 

“Cum for me.” He roars, his own mouth parted in a moan of your name as your spasming walls trigger his own release spilling into you, his thrusts slow down, to a slow grind, aftershocks still make their way through you and your glazed eyes watch him. 

Nick smiles satiated, his lips brushing away the stray tears of your pleasure. Humming at the salty taste. 

“Want to run again, Bunny?” He teases, earning himself a weak smack on the chest prompting him to laugh. 

“Shut up, Fowler.” You warn, clenching around him and he groans at the sensitivity. Clearly the earlier hours spent buried inside you catching up to him too. 

“You know how to make me shut up, little bunny.” He raises a brow, you pull his face closer, another kiss that has him groaning against you. 

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[ravenromanova]

Winter Widow Masterlist

Hello my loves❤️🖤 welcome to the materlist for my story The Winter Widow! This story was originally going to be put on wattpad and have like 50 chapters. BUT i decided to do around 20 chapters and just make those longer on here. I will try to post two chapters a time when i do upload but don’t hold me to that lmao. But here you’ll find all the chapters linked down below to make it easier to find. I hope you enjoy the story and love it as much as i do.

Summary: Lilith Rose was taken by The Red Room when she was 9 years old. She was given to them by her parents who were in debt to Dreykov. Given the serum she was 15 Lilith was trained to be the best female assassin in the world. She was eventually trained by no other than The Winter Solider. Her and The solider got close until he left one day fro a mission and she never saw him again. What happens when she wakes up? will Lilith ever see the solider again

Warning’s for this series: Heavy violence (blood, beatings, alluding to sexual assault, use of guns and knives) Lots of angst, Mentions of the red room (slight mentions of mental and physical abuse and experimentation along with brainwashing) Lilith suffers from a plethora of mental illnesses (Ptsd, Depression, Anxiety And BPD) SMUT! 18+!!!! (Later chapters) Ill add more when they come.

ON HIATUS

Mood Boards

Where it all started

Gotta be good enough

Hello solider

Party time

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 13

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 17

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 20

chapter 21

chapter 22

chapter 23

chapter 24

chapter 25

[xnaiel]

Greetings, I am Naiel, although you can call me Nana if we're close or mutuals. I am a young transmasc author and will write whatever I feel like writing.

Feel free to send me any kind of requests. However, I will deny your request if it does not meet my criteria.

I write :

Fluff, Angst, Smut, Happy/Bad Endings, Yanderes, amab and ftm reader (both sub and dom), and many more.

I don't write :

Incest/Stepcest, Minor x Major relationships, Scat, Vomit, Watersports, Smut for underage characters. Other than that, I do not mind discovering other kinks.

Fandoms I write for :

Jujutsu Kaisen, Haikyuu (smut only for post timeskip), Jojo's bizarre adventures, My OCs, Princess Princess, Dead Plate, Elevator Hitch, Cold front, John Doe game, Kuroko no Basket, Kuroshitsuji, Mononoke, Ace Attorney, Genshin Impact, Uramichi Oniisan, Nu: Carnival, The Arcana, Danganronpa and other fandoms that I will add later.

I will make a Materlist whenever I can, I hope you enjoy my writing. ^-^

[rafesfavslut]

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

♥ smut // ✿ fluff // ★ angst

navi | materlist | rules

a/n: hi and welcome to my 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 inspired fics masterlist!!! feel free to request for a specific song/character. you can also add your scenario to help me write it better! the request can be nsfw, platonic, or romantic. the characters i will write to are here!. please read the rules before requesting.

the songs that this masterlist is inspired by

I Forgot That You Existed

About: moving on from your ex-boyfriend, and falling in love with [blank]

Cruel Summer - Draco Malfoy ✿ ♥

About: secret summer fling with [blank]

Lover

About: saying ‘i love you’ for the first time

I Think He Knows - James Potter ✿

About: having a not-so-secret crush on [blank]

Paper Ring

About: [blank] proposes to reader

Death By A Thousand Cuts - remus lupin ★

About: breaking up with [blank] just to get together again

False God - Tangerine ★ ♥

About: [blank] and reader taking a big risk by committing themselves to a relationship

Afterglow  - James Potter ★

about : [blank] and reader got into a fight

Daylight - James Potter ✿

About: [blank] and reader falls in love at first sight

a/n: i hope you will enjoy it!

[traineecryptid]

DMBJ Web Film: Reality Control Unit

Synopsis of the web film (i think) in the works as posted by the official Jiezi Ghost City Weibo account. (based on the description, it might be the sequel for Jiezi Ghost City and unlike the other web films wip this isnt part of the materlist... im... confused too ngl)

Other web films in the works here DMBJ Web Film: Reality Control Unit (Part 2) Translated by @traineecryptid Edited by @thelaithlyworm Source

Jiezi Ghost City Movie (+Follow) 23-10-16 Posted from Zhejiang From Weibo Web Daomu Biji Supertopic Where do strange creatures go? Nagas, Flying Night Ghost and subdued creatures have actually been locked up in Xie Yuchen’s secret base—The Reality Control Unit. [thinking face emoji] But what is the function of this secret unit? And who are the people involved in this plan? Layers of mysteries await their resolution, please look forward to it~~ #Jiezi Ghost City Movie#

Source

Reboot: Mystery of the Abyss Movie (+Follow) 23-10-16 Posted from Zhejiang From Redmi Note 11 Pro Anticipating Xie Yuchen’s extraordinary collection [cheering emoji]

Reality Control Unit At the end of the movie “Jiezi Ghost City”, Zhang Qiling defeated the Flying Night Ghost and led everyone out of the Comet Tomb. After they left, Xie Yuchen sent Li Cu and Yang Hao in to clean up. The two of them bring out the Flying Night Ghost from the tomb safely after some shocking encounters and send it to a secret location. This place is managed by Hei Yanjing and it is approximately the same size as Warehouse 11. The “spoils” of every adventure that Xie Yuchen and the others embark on are stored within it. At the same time, Xie Yuchen and Hei Yanjing are already on a flight to Prague. There, they will be subduing another item for the collection.

Google document with the translated masterlist and all the synopsis

Note: I've translated the text to match the source as closely as possible instead of doing it in a more localised way. Feel free to ask what certain terms mean, I will edit this post to include the explanation and add an explanation section to the gdocs for the answers.

[nottsfawn]

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im kate / katie, i rlly like to write about harry potter's characters, sooo yep, i hope u like my writings!!

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current characters i will write for:

harry potter | ron weasley | hermione granger | draco malfoy | theodore nott | tom riddle | cedric diggory

sirius black | james potter | remus lupin | regulus black

♡ probably im gonna add more people later but now this are the main ones

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¡ RULES !

♡ i accept almost every type of reqs (sub, dom, innocent, dealer, cg, blah blah blah) just make sure to have the proper manners to req, always saying a 'please' and 'thank you' !!

♡ i'm prolly not gonna do AU's bcus I'm not rlly into them, but if i have inspitation maybe im gonna do some !!

♡ i prioritize school and my personal life over this acc, so obviously i'm not going to post every second. soooo pls be patient if I don't post your req, if im not gonna do it on time ill tell u !!

sooooo thats all for now, by the time passes im gonna do a materlist !! 🩷

[sometimes-i-write-4-you]

Heartless - a criminal minds episode\\part 3

part 1, part 2, materlist

- english is not my first language please exuse any spelling or grammer mistakes.

- this case is made up

- it happens around the.. 6th season, i think? so the team is Hotch, dave, Morgan, Prentiss, JJ and reid

- it will end up being Reidxreader kinda, tho my main focous is to create a plot line for an episode with a (y\n) charecter.

- lmk what you think - i try to make the charectes as in charecter i can :)

"it's a female, around the age of 24. she has an engagment ring on, and her heart missing, so we belive this is the same offender as the earlier crimes" the forensic team leader said, "she was strangled, real bad, i mean, she was dead for half the time she was strangled". Reid looked at Dave, they were both thinking the same thing. "that's the same overkill we saw on the other female victim" Dave finally said. "the dump site is different" (y\n) says. "yeah, so far it was allys, but this is a more public space - there is an ally about half a mile from here, but instead he chose to leave the body in the middle of the street" Reid says. (y\n) can't help but smile at the fact Reid agreed with them.

"he's getting bolder, or he could be trying to make a statment" Prentiss says. "won't he pose the body a certin way if he's making a statment?" officer Williams chimed in. "well, yes and no. putting the body out in the open could be a warning for cheaters. I mean, we relesed the profile, people know why he is targeting these specific victims" Derek says, looking around in hopes to notice a detail they missed. "once we have an identification on this vistim, we should have Garcia check if she was cheating" Prentiss says. "and monitor the fiances house for any packages" JJ adds.

"he did pose the body a certin way" (y\n) says. "huh?" JJ wonders, and her eyes follow the direction (y\n)s were set on, right across from the body. "the bakery across the street?" JJ said, "why would that be-" she wondered, but than she noticed the name on the bright pink sign. "rose's goods" JJ said. "that's one of the bakeries the wedding venues work with" Reid reminded everyone, tho you didn't need an eidetic memory to remember that."well, now we know for sure the unsub must be connected to the venues, but how?" Dave asked, putting everyones thoughts to words.

…

"okay, guys, our latest victim, Maya, was not cheating. i can not find anything remotly suspitius. the only man she was sending heart emojies to other than Roy, Her fiance, is her best friend David who is most definatly a friend of dorothys" Garcia says. "that's how gay men identified eachother in the 40, it is based on the charecter of Dorothy fro-" Reid starts one of his infamous info dumps, but Hotch cuts him off with a simple "yes Reid, we are aware of that". "okay" Reid mumbles, slightly disappointed he didn't get to finish, his eyes travel to the floor.

"well, if the unsub was'nt aware of the fact David is gay, he could have misinterpret their texts as flirting" Prentiss says. "it was pretty easy to see, i mean, he has photos of him and his boyfriend on social media" Garcia sighs. "that could mean he's devolving, the texts were enough to prove his.. delusion, he didn't care enough to dig deep like he did with the earlier victims" JJ says.

"guys, i just had a thought" (y\n) says, "i know we profiled a psycopath, and i am not saying we were wrong - but what if sending the hearts to the fiance is not meant to hurt them? what if in his delusion, he is giving the fiance what they deserved - the heart of their deceased partner?".

"that would make perfact sense - i mean, he took the term hertless as literal as it gets" Reid agrees with (y\n) once again and they couldn't be more proud. "if that's the case, he could be having a phsycotic break of some sort" JJ suggest. "and he is most definatly losing his grip on reality. we need to find him, and we need to do it soon" Hotch says.

…

"well, there are 26 males who got left by their cheating fiances, 3 of those were engaged to a man and 3 were over 30, so that leaves us with 20 potentional unsubs" Garcia says over the phone. "told you" Reid mumbles in his know-it-all tone, but no one takes it to heart. "does any of them have a connection to the wedding venue company?" Prentiss asks. "well, give me a minute… uhg… yes! Ron Sawyer works for a bakery connected to the venues, Eren Nicolas works for a security company that was hired by them a few times and Zayn Thompson is a florist who…" Garcia starts, and JJ finishes for her. "works at a flower shop that's connected to the venues" she says. "yeah" Garcia says, sighing. "were any of them at the venues at the days that the four victims visited there? i mean, we only lookes at the venues employees on our initial search" JJ sugests. "i'll get back to you on that in a few moments babes" Garcia smiles through the phone.

…

"the garden of eden venue… we still need to check. all venues had a breaching point, what if they also had a weak spot? our unsub may not be connected to the venues but sneak up there somehow, or get in through a false identety…" Prentiss says. "well, they refused to talk to us, they won't cocperate…" Derek sighs. "what if they didn't know they were talking to agents?" JJ sugestes, "i can go in with Reid, pretend we are a couple looking at venues". "if they saw us delivering the profile, they would know you are an agent…" Dave dismisses her idea, "we can't risk that, they could make a fuss". silence falls in the room until Hotch breaks it: "they never saw (y\n)".

all of the eyes in the room turn to (y\n). "no, no, i can't possibly do this, i- i am not quelified for this at all, and yeah, i took theater in high school, but i only played a small part-" they start to rumble, but dave laughs. "well, you know what they say, there are'nt any small parts, just small actors".

…

"i cannot belive that i am doing this" (y\n) sighs. "well, we will get through this. together" Reid smiles at them, offering them his hand. "fine" they sigh once again and take it. His skin is softer than they expected, not that they ever wonderd how his skin feels, because that is just weird, and holding his hand was… nice, really nice. more than they thought it would be. not that they thought about how that would be, you know, they only thought about it now, because of the assigment and not because they had a crush on the pretty wonder boy. no. most definetly no.

"are you okay?" Reid asks, stopping at the entrence. "yeah, i'm good, just, uh, nervous" (y\n) admits, not disclosing the reason they are nervous. it may have been a small part, but they nailed it. pretending to be Spencers fiance could be the straw that breaks the camels back, forcing them to admit to themselves what they've been ignoring ever since they joined the BAU. "well, you have nothing to be nervous about, i am sure you will love it here" An obnoxious voice the agents assumes belongs to the infamous DIane says. today she is wearing a bright green suit, her head up in a pony-tail so tight even Jojo Siwa would'nt wear it.

the three go in, and walk around. "this is the main entrence…" Diane starts, and she continues to talk but Reid and (y\n) are both not focosing on what she is saying. they look around, trying to look for an easy breach. they look at the people around, trying to see if theres anyone walking alone, looking at the venue. "-and now, would you like to see the yard? you got here just in time, we are holding a tasting in just a few minitues" Diane says.

"oh, my love, that sounds great" Spencer smiles, his hand leaving (y\n)s to place it on their waist. "it does" they smile back, resting their hand on his shoulder - he is much taller than them - to pull themselves up, and now that they have easy access they place a kiss on his left cheek, making the both of them blush. "oh, you two are just too cute" Diane smiles, but her eyes meet those of the man waving at her from behind the 'couple'. "excsue me" she smiles at them, "uh, Zayn!" she says, grabbing the forearm of an employee, "get them a glass of wine, won't you?". "yes maam" Zayn says, and dissaperas to get it, going in the opposit direction she is.

"i am sorry if i crossed the line by kissing you, i felt we need to sell it a bit more so she won't get suspicious" (y\n) says awkwardly. "oh, no, it was fine, even nice. a nice touch, i mean" Spencer says, almost letting the way he words the sentence reveal his true feeling about that small, innocent kiss.

…

"hey there choclate thounder" Garcia's voice sounds from the other side of the line. "hey there baby girl, got any updates for me?" Derek says. "you already know i do" Garcia's usual snark laced in her voice, "so, none of them were in the venues at all 4 days, but two of them were working on two of the days, they could have used their easy access to the premiss for the other two couples" Garcia says. "what are the venues they were at?" JJ asks. "well, Ron Sawyer was at the Crystall ballroom and the Garden of eden" Garcia says. "okay, and the other one?" Prentiss asks. "Zayn thompson, he was also at the crystal ballroom and at the whispearing willow" Garcia says.

"well, JJ and i checked The enchanted Castle venue, with the broken fence. if he was working for them he could have known that, he could have snuck in there and if he was caught just say he's there for work" Dace says. "when i talked with the whispearing willow after the last murder, they said their security is tight, that's impossible to get inside unless you are supposed to be there" Derek says. "well, that would make Zayn our more likely unsub, Garcia, what more do you have on him?" Hotch asks, and when Garcia come through with answears he sounds like the perfect fit.

"well, his parents got a divorce when he was 15, his dad cheated on his mom with the woman from next door who was also married at the time. he got suspended from school 4 tomes, all of those because of fist fights and other violent behavior. he's been a florist for about six months, but he is very, very good at his job, quick learner. before that he worked at cyber security, but he started performing horrible 8 months ago and got fired a month after. it appears that he was engaged to a Viola Gardner, but there aren't any photos of them together from later than… 8 months ago. their wedding was meant to take place at the Garden Of Eden venue and it did, i found photoes from the event on his friends socials… oh god" Garcia stops her word flow. "what is it?" Hotch asks. "Viola got engaged three weeks ago, to a Henry Lewis" Garcia says in shock.

"that must have been the trigger" JJ says. "and his Father chating with a married woman, sounds like a stressor to me" Derek says. "Garcia, where is he now?" Prentiss asks. "well, he is…" Garcia says, and the sound of her keyboard clicks is heard through the phone, "… at the Garden of eden venue, that's where.. that's where Spence and (y\n) are, right?".

"Prentiss, let them know the suspect is with them, they should locate him, tell them we are on our way" Hotch orders, and the team leaves the office.

[kiyomi23]

The Chase Materlist

Here is the materlist for The Chase! I will add more links as soon as I finish more chapters!

Part 1: The Chase

Part 2: The Wolf and The Doe

[weichei-stubentiger]

Silver Moon Ch. 17

Fandom: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS      Relationship: Jeon Jungkook/OC

Language: English      Rating: Explicit     Warnings: Past trauma, orphaned main character, violence, slow burn but the smut will hit hard, corny hybrid tropes, masturbation, explicit sexual language, mutual pining, messy, crying, descriptions of blood and injury, oral sex, light choking sort of, touch starved, knotting, (I will probably add to this list as I write)    

Category: M/F

taglist: @likeshatteredrainbowglass, @aznstoner, @zae007live

Author: Weichei Stubentiger

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37537594/chapters/93691681

Summary: Hybrids are hardly the biggest part of Alina’s life. In fact, she tries her best to ignore anything hybrid-related. She is content to study for her entrance exam to grad school and try to live as innocuously as possible. But the events of her past will come back to haunt her when she becomes indebted to a hybrid named Jungkook. Their lives have become inextricably intertwined, but will they be able to trust each other? Will they be able to stand with each other in order to survive? Will they be able to stand each other at all? 

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Chapter Notes: Hey guys! I’m sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy ❤️❤️

Chapter 17

Yoongi pressed a rolling pin into the sugar cookie dough, feeling it flatten against the floured kitchen counter. Usually it was an activity he savored, but today his mind was pre-occupied. 

The ‘animal’ attack seemed to be blowing over fairly quickly, but it was hard to tell what was going on behind the scenes. The victim had fallen into a coma, and doctors still didn’t know if he was going to survive his injuries. 

At first Yoongi was concerned the attacker could have been a hybrid they’d helped in the past. Given the authorities’ reaction, it would make sense that the hybrid was uncollared. But aside from pack members, none of the hybrids they’d helped stayed in the area. Typically they left for New Zealand as soon as possible. Still, Yoongi wasn’t the only person who could remove the collars. 

To be on the safe side, he and Hobi had patrolled the entire southern border of the forest and hadn’t been able to catch an out-of-place scent, not even in shifted form. Jin and Hobi were content to believe this meant the attacker was long gone. Yoongi and Namjoon weren’t so sure. Scents were easily missed if you didn’t know what you were looking for. But Yoongi’s unease ran much deeper than that. The attack, its placement, its randomness, its brutality…it felt like a message. That strip of highway marked the border of their pack’s semi-official territory. 

Boundaries and territory weren’t things he and Namjoon liked discussing with the younger members of the pack. It wasn’t the point of their pack. Nevertheless, that highway was the natural end of their pack’s immediate reach, and anyone aware of their presence would know that. Hobi had disagreed, saying the location of the attack had to be a coincidence. He argued an outsider wouldn’t be able to identify those types of borders without scent marking, which their pack didn’t do.

In the end, the four eldest members had chosen to continue their patrols of the forest border, just to be safe, and to do so without the help or involvement of the younger members. Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook had joined the pack under the express promise that no territory disputes would occur and that they would never be asked to defend a pack border. 

If the worst case scenario happened, which even Yoongi thought was unlikely, and another pack challenged their territory, the four eldest members would need to get the younger members to safety. They would want to stay and fight. Yoongi knew that. But he and Namjoon couldn’t let that happen. Not in the name of a pack they created for refuge and safety. Territory itself didn’t matter. All he cared about was the safety and happiness of his family.

“Hey,” Jin’s voice broke Yoongi out of his thoughts.

“Hey,’ he called back.

Jin paused in the hallway, taking a second look at Yoongi before coming over. Yoongi sighed. As much as he loved Jin, it could be annoying how observant he was. 

…No, that wasn’t true. It wasn’t annoying. But sometimes it was hard to adjust to Jin’s support, even after all their years together. Yoongi’s first instinct was to hide and handle things alone; Jin simply wouldn’t let him descend into that familiar isolation. 

Yoongi tried to relax as Jin slipped behind him and wrapped an arm loosely around his waist. That was one of the things Jin did. He started with small, casual contact, something that Yoongi could choose to reject if he wanted. 

“What can I do?” Jin asked, leaning down to kiss Yoongi’s shoulder. The gesture tugged at Yoongi’s heart. 

“Nothing. I’m just a little distracted.” 

Jin didn’t say anything, staying where he was. Yoongi let out another sigh. A part of him desperately wanted to shove these worries under the rug, just for the day, just so he didn’t burden Jin any more than he already did. But he knew that was the wrong mentality. It would make both of them feel better if he was honest. 

“I’m thinking about the pack.” Yoongi fairly said, closing his eyes. “I’m worried about who this encroaching hybrid was. I’m worried about keeping everybody safe. The authorities are one thing. We know how they operate; on some level they are predictable. A rogue hybrid? Maybe even one that can shift? That’s not good.”

Jin pulled Yoongi closer, causing him to give into temptation and rest his head on Jin’s shoulder. “We’ve done all that we can do. We don’t have any reason to believe that whoever or whatever was responsible is even still in the area.”

Yoongi nodded, breathing in Jin’s sent for comfort. After a few minutes or so, Jin nuzzled Yoongi’s neck to playfully annoy him. The tactic work, earning Jin a shove and a small smile from Yoongi. 

“Namjoon and Hobi will probably show up soon. The other guys might take little longer. Maybe we can put on Elf or something in the meantime,” Jin said. “Do you want any help with the cookies?”

“No. I just have to cut them and put them in the oven after your turkey is finished. Maybe I’ll leave a few plain so the guys can decorate them if they want.”

“Aw Yoongi, I love seeing you so domestic.” He planted a soft, teasing kiss on Yoongi’s lips before heading over to the TV. Yoongi turned his attention back to the dough in front of him. He would have time to worry about doing right by the pack and keeping his family safe later. Right now, he would let himself enjoy his morning with Jin, and he would get the house ready for their guests. 

*****

Alina stuffed her hands deeper into Jungkook’s sweatshirt as she waited for the kettle to heat up. She’d turned the radiator up a few notches, but a chill persisted in the air. Still, the apartment felt infinitely cozy compared to the view outside. 

A layer of knee-high snow rested on the sidewalk and rooftops outside. Everything was the same color: the air, the sky, the snow-buried cars. It was so cold that the snow remaining in the street stayed frozen, getting packed densely under foot and tire instead of turning into slush. 

It felt…calm. Not quite peaceful, but certainly not panic-inducing either. Honestly, that was more than Alina would ever hope to ask for. Snow had been one of her biggest triggers. Every winter, the first snow was always the worst. Her stomach would be in knots for days, no matter how many coping strategies she employed. Her feet would tingle with the ghost of sharp, icy snow biting into her heels as she ran. Guilt, burning panic, the feeling of being chased - they would sweep through her body at seemingly random intervals.

She’d woken up that morning cocooned in blankets and under Jungkook’s arm. The snow was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes. The frozen city had peered at her from the other side of her bedroom window, and she’d waited for those old feelings to return. She’d sat there, waiting, yet they didn’t come, at least not with the typical intensity. A part of Alina’s brain wanted to test herself, see how far she could push her memories before she descended into her usual panic. Another part of her wanted to stay exactly where she was, preserving this strange equilibrium for as long as she could. 

But then she’d felt Jungkook shift in the bed next to her, and she’d dissolved back into the moment. They deserved a happy, peaceful day. She didn’t want to waste it pushing herself into a panic attack. She could be gentle with herself, but she wouldn’t allow herself to be paralyzed by fear either. 

So Alina got up, careful not to disturb Jungkook, and snuck out of the room. She decided she wanted to wake him up with tea. That was Christmas-y right? 

She’d wavered when she got to the living room, faced with larger windows and the absence of Jungkook at her side. When she felt ready, she continued with her mission, taking the morning one step at a time, which led her to the present moment, watching the kettle as the water heated.

Once the tea was prepared, Alina crept back into their room. Jungkook was still asleep on his stomach, cheek pressed against her pillow. The covers had slipped down to his waist, allowing her to see the muscled planes of his back. She set the mugs down on the floor, pushing them slightly under the bed so they wouldn’t get kicked over, and sat down on the edge of the mattress. 

“Jungkook,” she whispered. He mumbled something incoherent, turning his face further into the pillow. She placed her hand on the heated skin of his back. “You don’t have to get up, but you said you wanted to be awake for Christmas morning.”

Jungkook’s eyes cracked open, watching her groggily for a moment. Then he lifted his arm, reaching out to her. Alina didn’t hesitate to crawl in with him. He pulled her close, shifting so that he was laying on his side facing her. Alina thought he’d go right back to sleep, but he continued to look at her with half-lidded eyes. 

“I brought us tea,” she said, still whispering.

Jungkook hummed, smiling at her. He took one of her hands and brought it up between them, kissing her knuckles. Warmth thrummed through her. 

“Merry Christmas,” he said, smile growing wider like they were sharing something secret. Alina couldn’t help but smile back, breathing out a laugh. 

“Merry Christmas,” she said.

They lay like that for a while, cocooned together. Again, Alina waited to see if Jungkook wanted to go back to sleep. When he didn’t, she leaned forward and gave him a soft lingering kiss. 

“Do you want to do presents, or do you want to sleep in some more,” she asked when they parted.

Jungkook slowly sat up, resting against the headboard. Alina rose as well, turning to sit criss cross facing him. 

“Can we stay in here for a little longer?”

Alina smiled, “of course.”

He looked so content sitting there. His hair was messy, and his eyes were slightly puffy from sleep. Her eyes were drawn to his half blond eyebrow. She felt that familiar urge to touch it. The impulse may have started out of morbid curiosity, out of a disbelief that the man before her was the same little boy from her childhood, but she now felt an overwhelming tenderness for that small bit of hair. 

She knew she shouldn’t call attention to it, for both their sakes. But she couldn’t resist. 

She lifted her hand and placed it lightly against his face and traced the edge of his eyebrow with her thumb. The hair was so soft, nearly as soft as the fur on his ears. For some reason she hadn’t expected it to be that soft. 

Jungkook put his hand over hers and leaned into her touch, letting out a shuddering breath. Alina’s skin tingled from her neck down to her arms. Then Jungkook pulled her forward by the arm, close enough that he could bend forward and kiss her. 

*****

Jungkook’s head spun and emotion swelled up inside of him.

In this moment, he had everything he needed - everything he wanted. The room was quiet, the house was safe, Alina was with him, kissing him, touching him. He loved the way she touched him. She touched him like she noticed every little thing about him, like there wasn’t a single detail worth ignoring. How could he be this lucky? It almost felt unfair. It certainly felt unreal.

But Alina felt real. Her lips felt real. And hot. And soft.

He deepened the kiss, needing to feel more of her. Alina followed his lead, parting her lips and allowing him easy access. She’d rested her hand on his thigh. She didn’t even seem to notice she’d put it there, but the simple touch was sending Jungkook’s senses into over drive. 

She pulled away too quickly, but before Jungkook could lament the distance, Alina’s hands went to the hem of her sweatshirt. His heart sped up. He could only watch as she stripped off the first layer, then her camisole, leaving her in a simple, pretty bra. He swallowed as he looked at the pale purple lace. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric. He knew the material must be warm from her skin; she’d probably slept in it by accident.

Maybe it was silly to be so affected by seeing her like this. Hell, she’d gotten on her knees for him not more than a week ago. Not to mention the fact that they’d been sharing a room for months, which meant he’d seen her change a few times now. He’d tried to avoid looking, he really had. But sometimes it happened by accident! And anyhow, it was always fleeting, and he always felt bad afterwards.

The thought caused shame to course swiftly through his body as he realized how much he was staring now. His eyes shot back up to hers, feeling like he’d done something wrong. And yet, Alina wasn’t looking at him like he’d done something wrong.

No, she wasn’t looking at him like that at all. Her eyes were half-lidded and trained on his lips. Her own lips were swollen, cheeks flushed. Her breasts rose and fell in front of him, the plump flesh exposed and begging for his attention.

She was laying herself bare for him, giving him permission to look. Jungkook’s stomach tightened further, this time from emotion. He knew Alina had been through a lot, probably much more than he knew about. Vulnerability was hard for her, just like it was hard for him, and all he could feel in that moment was gratitude for her trust, her body, her care, and everything else he loved about her. 

Love. The word had slipped into his mind so easily, he didn’t even have the wherewithal to be frightened by the realization. 

Was it too early to tell her how much she meant to him? Jungkook didn’t know, and he wouldn’t be able to figure out how to say it right now anyway, not when Alina was looking at him the way she was. Like she wanted him as much as he wanted her. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said instead, hoping the statement conveyed even a fraction of what he was feeling for her.

Alina smiled, letting out a jittery, shy breath. “You are too."

They shared that moment together for a second longer. A part of Jungkook knew he was probably supposed to take the lead now, but he wasn’t sure what Alina was comfortable with. Before he could come to a decision on his next move, Alina rose up on her knees, slowly getting into his lap. Jungkook’s head tipped back against the headboard. How had he ever been able to survive a time without Alina in his lap? 

He kept his hands on her lower thighs as she reached up to explore his exposed skin. She pressed her hands against his chest, splaying her fingers. She moved them up to his shoulders, paying close attention to his tattooed arm. His skin prickled with sensitivity as she traced one of the designs with her thumb. 

“Jungkook?”

Jungkook opened his eyes, unsure of when he’d closed them. His chest and ears and face felt flushed and hot.

“Yeah,” his voice sounded strained. 

“You can touch me, if you want to. You don’t have to keep your hands there.”

He did want to. And Alina told him he could. So he did. 

First, he put his hands on the curve of her hips, pressing his fingers into her warm, soft skin. He wanted to kiss every inch of her. Her belly, her ribs, her breasts. His eyes followed his train of thought, and he moved his hands up to her ribs, his thumbs grazing the base of her bra. His eyes found hers, wanting to make sure everything was still ok. When he sensed no objection, he cupped her breasts, kneading them gently. They were perfect, and they in fit his hands perfectly. He had to resist the urge to nuzzle into them. 

Alina shuddered and arched into his touch, baring herself to him further. He needed her closer. He moved to grip her waist and tugged her flush up against him, so close that he could feel the softness of her breasts pressed against his chest. She followed, wrapping her arms around his neck and grinding her hips against his.

White hot pleasure spiked through his body, and he pulled her into a searing kiss. His cock, which had been aching in the confines of his underwear, twitched and throbbed with lack of attention. 

As if sensing his need, Alina pulled away and glanced down at his tented boxers, his bulge pushed snugly against her crotch. Her gaze set him on fire and made him want to squirm at the same time. Even with all the cuddling they’d been doing for the past couple of days, Jungkook had tried his best to keep any physical evidence of his desire discreet. Alina needed to know that he was telling the truth when he’d said they could go at her pace, that he wanted to go at her pace. Having his erection poke at her leg every time they kissed was bound to make her feel rushed. 

Now that she was so openly acknowledging his arousal, Jungkook felt overwhelmed with heat and desire. His chest rose and fell with each heavy breath. His head spun as he watched her pull down his boxers. His erection sprung out eagerly, slapping against his stomach, the tip already wet with pre-cum. 

Alina licked her lips, taking him in her hand. She gently worked her thumb over the tip, pumping him at a lazy pace.

Jungkook gritted his teeth, barely stopping a whine from escaping his throat. His brain was practically scrambled. 

They should…they should slow down. But why? Did he really want to slow down? Did she? 

He was dragged from his thoughts when he felt Alina moving off his lap. He sat dumbly for a moment until he realized she was adjusting herself so she could move down and lay between his legs.

“Wait,” he blurted out, touching her arm. She froze, looking at him, still kneeling between his thighs. 

She seemed a little confused, which made sense. Honestly he’d surprised himself with the little outburst. Jungkook wracked his brain for the right words. He needed to do a better job of explaining himself than he did last time. And this time he wouldn’t let himself succumb to selfishness. “I — um…I don’t want this to only be for me,” he said, not knowing a better way to say it.

“Oh,” Alina said, a bit hesitant. “Do you…do you want to try something else?”

Jungkook floundered. Could he offer to eat her out? Would saying it out loud ruin the mood?

It might be too late for that, anyway. He could tell her mood had already changed. She was nervous, and it wasn’t the good kind nerves. Blow jobs or kissing. That was her comfort zone, he realized. The last thing he wanted was for her to be uncomfortable, but he also didn’t want to move forward at what he felt was an uneven pace. 

“You’ve already gone down on me,” he said as elaboration, tucking himself back into his boxers. 

“So…you want to have sex?”

“No!” Jungkook exclaimed, horrified at what she thought he meant. So much for not making her feel rushed. “No…Well not no. I would like that, at some point. When we both feel ready. I only meant that I’d like to do something to make you feel good, too. It doesn’t have to be sex.” 

Alina didn’t say anything, seemingly torn. Never in his life did he think he’d protest a blowjob this ardently, but it was more important that he and Alina were on the same page. “Alina,” he ventured, "I don’t want it to be normal between us, where you’re going down on me and never expect anything back. If you don’t like it when a guy goes down on you, that’s fine. But I’d rather wait until you feel ready to experience things together. Whether that means sex or anything else. ”

Alina, who had kept up a relatively calm pokerface, now covered her face with her hands and let out a watery laugh. Jungkook scooted forward and put his hands lightly on her knees, his concern growing. 

“Alina?”

Alina just shook her head. “What did I do to deserve someone like you?”

Jungkook didn’t know what to say. Alina deserved more than he could ever give her. 

“You deserve not to feel rushed,” he said instead.  

Alina dropped her hands, but her expression was still unreadable.

He needed to try a different approach. 

“Do you remember when we first kissed? How we slept in your bed after?” Jungkook asked. 

Alina’s lips lifted into a tentative smile. “Yeah.”

“I got hard, and you didn’t make me feel bad about it. You made me feel like it was safe to be vulnerable with you. And when you’re ready to give me the chance, I want to make you feel like that too. But only when you’re ready.”

As embarrassing as the story was, Jungkook meant what he said, and he was glad he’d chosen to remind Alina of it. He could see the tension leave her body as she considered the memory fondly. Then she pursed her lips, finally looking up at him. “I want to be ready. Maybe I am ready. I’m just letting my nerves get in the way. I feel like…every time we move forward, or our relationship changes, I get this feeling that I’ll mess things up.”

Jungkook almost laughed. He never imagined Alina would feel like that too. “I feel like that, all the time. And then you always somehow remind me that it’s okay, and I don’t have to be so afraid.” 

Alina held his eyes for a moment, seeming to soften more at his words. Finally, she breathed in. “There’s something else. It’s not — it isn’t always easy for me to…‘finish.’ It never has been,” she said, hands clasped in her lap. “I guess that’s something that makes me anxious about sex. I know how frustrating it is when your partner can’t keep up, and it can feel like it says something about you, or their attraction to you, when it really doesn’t —”

“Alina.” 

“Yes.”

“Thank you for telling me this — for telling me about something that’s been bothering you,” Jungkook said seriously, taking her hands. He was genuinely honored that she was willing to be this vulnerable with him. “But…” he searched for the right words. “Do you really think I’d be frustrated with you?”

“I…” Alina flushed. “I don’t know. Guys usually are. And it’s not like I don’t understand. I just…don’t want to fake it with you. But I also don’t want to make you feel weird, or like it’s your fault that it’s not happening for me,” Alina said. 

Jungkook had to quickly and brutally force down the rage he felt at whatever assholes had made her feel like this. Now was not the time, nor was it the time to become overcome by possessiveness.

 “Alina. Your pleasure isn’t some kind of chore. We can explore what works for both of us. If that takes time, or trial and error, or extra honesty, that’s ok. I want those things with you.”

“I want those things with you, too,” Alina said, eyes glassy. 

Jungkook smiled. “None of this means we have to move faster, though, okay?” he said. It felt important to remind her. “If you're anxious about the idea of me eating you out, then we work up to that. We earn each other’s confidence. That’s part of the fun.”

“I guess I don’t really know how to do that,” Alina admitted. “Things are either comfortable for me or not. I don’t know how to ‘work up to things.’”

All of this was clearly new territory for her. He’d been trying to let her take the lead because that was what he assumed would make her most comfortable. He’d been so nervous about scaring her off. Not to mention the fact that Jungkook had very much enjoyed the times Alina steered their intimacy. But now he wondered if it would help her if he tried taking charge for a while. “I mean….there are other things we can do — things other than sex and oral,” he offered as a start.

Luckily Alina didn’t appear offended by the proposition. “Like what?”

“You could show me what you like?” Jungkook offered.

The baffled look Alina sent him would have made him laugh had they been in any other situation. “Don’t feel like you have to. I just figure it might be a good step. Who better to show me what you like than you.” 

“You want me to — touch myself?”  

Jungkook nodded. He could hear her pulse speeding up, and a flush began to crawl up her neck, but she seemed equally interested as she was nervous, which Jungkook figured was a good direction. 

“Would it be easier if we weren’t facing each other?” he asked.

Alina pursed her lips for a moment before nodding. 

“Ok, let’s try that,” Jungkook said, trying to keep his voice even while his heart sped up in anticipation. He needed to stay cool while Alina got comfortable. He guided her to sit with her back against his chest, bringing his arms around her middle. “Are you ok with taking off your pants?”

She consented, and Jungkook hooked his fingers under the waistband of her sweats, pulling them down and off with Alina’s help. Her head fell against his shoulder, exposing her neck as she sat between his legs in just her bra and underwear. 

Her hand went to the waistband of her panties. “Should I take them off?”

Jungkook’s mouth watered at the idea of Alina’s exposed core, but he knew the extra layer of security might be good for her, at least during their first try at this.  “Leave them on for now. Only take them off when you’re sure you want to,” he instructed. 

“Ok,” Alina whispered as she sunk back against him. 

“How do you usually start?”

Instead of answering, Alina slid her hand under the simple blue panties. His erection, which had barely flagged as they’d talked, throbbed and twitched with interest. 

She bent and parted her legs, letting one of her knees rest against his thigh. He ached to kiss the swell of her calf, to bite and lick her skin until she begged for more. Most of all he ached to press his nose against the fabric covering her cunt.

But this was about her pleasure, her exploration, so Jungkook held strong.

He focused on watching her movements. He could see her hand beginning to move under the panties, making small, delicate circular motions. Honestly, it would be more instructive if the underwear came off, but that would just have to wait.

“What do you usually think about?” He asked softly, lips brushing against her neck. 

“You,” Alina breathed out. The simple answer made his body thrum with pride and heat.

“What do you think about me doing?”

“Touching me. I think about…your hands and how careful you are with me.”

“You like it when I’m careful?” Jungkook hummed, grazing his teeth against her neck, lost to the moment. 

Alina nodded, biting her lip. “Yes — ” She swallowed.

She was holding back. “Tell me,” Jungkook insisted softly.

She pushed fingers further, probably touching her entrance. It would be slick by now.  “Sometimes — sometimes I think about other things. Like what it would feel like if you held me down.” 

Jungkook’s stomach dropped, looking at her with surprise. “How do I hold you down,” he asked, voice hoarse.

“Y-you,” she groaned, “take my wrists in one of your hands and hold them above my head. And you grind against me, and use me to get off.”

Maybe it was a relatively simple fantasy, but Jungkook squeezed Alina’s hips in what was surely a bruising grip as the imagery invaded his mind. It went without saying that the idea was hot, but he felt overwhelmed by her openness. To think of Alina curled up in their room, or in the privacy of the shower, fantasizing about him, thinking about him while she masturbated, thinking about giving him that kind of control, thinking about his pleasure. It was enough to drive him crazy. He just barely restrained himself from pushing her hand aside so he could pleasure her himself.

No. He couldn’t do that yet. 

Her motions were starting to speed up. She wasn’t penetrating herself, at least not as far as he could tell. Her strokes, which had started slow and tentative, were faster and more languid now.

“Sometimes we’re in bed. Other times,” Alina panted as she continued, “you push me against a wall in the kitchen. I know that you would let go if I asked, but I never ask, because I like it. I like feeling you against me, feeling you want me,” Alina went on.

“Fuck Alina,” Jungkook swore, trying to crush her closer to him with his arm around her midsection. He used his other hand to drag her bra up over her tits, squeezing one harshly. 

Alina cried out - literally cried, throwing her free hand up to grip Jungkook’s hair as her back arched against him. He felt the orgasm wrack her body. It was easily the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. Jungkook growled through clenched teeth, just barely holding himself back from his own orgasm. 

‘Slow to finish my foot,’ the competitive part of his brain noted gleefully through the haze. Alina just needed the right person, and he was more committed than ever at proving that person was him. 

He let her ride out her high, watching as she bucked her hips. He could smell the heady scent of her arousal flooding her hand. Finally, she slowed, eventually melting into his embrace, hot and pink and sated. Jungkook reached down and place his hand over hers, cupping her sex protectively. 

After a few long minutes, Alina sluggishly twisted in his lap so that she was once again straddling him. Now that she was facing him again, Jungkook noticed tear tracks running down her cheeks. 

He used his thumbs to swipe away the moisture. “Was that ok?” he asked, trying to sound far more composed than he felt.  

To his relief, Alina nodded and leaned back in for more kisses. It was messy and heated, and Jungkook wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. When they broke for air, Alina panted, “will you touch yourself for me now?”

She asked the question so innocently, it broke the last of Jungkook’s restraint. He planted his hands firmly on Alina’s back and rolled over, bringing her with him so that she landed underneath him. 

Her bra was still shoved up above her breasts, causing the strained material to cut into the supple flesh. 

Fuck she looked positively ruined. He probably looked even more far gone. He’d practically been edged for the past half hour.

He ground his hips against hers before pushing down his boxers and taking out his cock, which was angry and red and weeping pre-cum. 

“Please,” Alina begged, as if the pleasure she was pleading for was her own.

He worked himself over, pumping and squeezing, ignoring the burn of oversensitivity. It didn’t take long for his release to overwhelm him. His body jerked tightly as pearly, viscous cum shot out in pulsing spurts, landing on Alina’s belly. 

All he could hear was his own breath. All he could see was his cum painting Alina’s skin, marking her as his. 

His his his. 

His cock gave one final spasming jerk before Jungkook dropped down next to Alina, unable to hold up his own body weight, growling into her neck. 

Rub it in. 

Before he could think to ask for permission, Jungkook’s fingers found their way to her belly, spreading his spend around her abdomen. 

After an undeterminable amount of time, Jungkook blinked against Alina’s neck. Her fingers were in his hair, cradling his head gently. His hand was still on her stomach. 

He raised himself up, looking down at her. She looked happy and sated and unbothered by the mess he’d made. 

“I’m gonna clean you up, okay?” She nodded, and Jungkook got up from the bed, heading for the bathroom. They were home alone, so he didn’t bother with clothes. He retrieved a washcloth, wet it with warm water, and returned to Alina in bed. 

She was laying in the same position he’d left her in, probably trying to keep the bedding clean, though her bra was back in place. He swept the cloth along her midsection, making sure to cleanse every inch of skin. When he was done, he threw the dirty cloth in the hamper and leaned down to kiss her navel. Her skin was warm and damp, and a part of him wished he could just spend the rest of the day with his cheek pressed against her belly.

“Thank you,” Alina said quietly, her hands returning to his hair and making their way to the back of his wolf ears. She cupped them, scratching softly at the fur. The sensation nearly had him purring.

He slowly moved so his body was covering hers, resting much of his weight against her, and kissed her deeply. “How are you feeling?” He asked after they parted.

“Really good,” was her contented response. 

Jungkook chuckled breathlessly, wrapping his arms around her and keeping Alina trapped beneath him. 

After around ten minutes of rest, Alina spoke. “Hey, do you want to do presents before we leave?” she asked, still playing with his ears.

It was a good question. A part of Jungkook wanted to keep her to himself, in bed, all day. But he didn’t want to miss new experiences with her. 

“Okay,” he said, raising himself up and off of her. “I’ll get us some clean clothes.”

*****

Alina plopped down on the edge of the rug, sitting close to their tree. She looked like she was feeling the same giddiness he was.

“You first,” she insisted, pushing his present towards him. It was thin enough to be an envelope, but Alina had wrapped it carefully in patterned paper and gold ribbon. 

He had no idea what she could have bought him. He truly didn’t need anything. In addition to all the things she’d bought him when he first moved in, now that he was making money as a trainer, he could buy clothes or music or anything else he needed himself. Not that it mattered. He would cherish whatever Alina got him. 

He took the present in his hands, pulling the ribbon and tearing through the paper. Underneath the paper was indeed an envelope, which he opened next, taking out a slip of paper. 

Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t what he saw. He was holding a $200 coupon to a local tattoo parlor, one he was quite familiar with.

All of his current tattoos came from people he met while he was homeless. He hadn’t really vetted those artists much, which meant some of the art was really cool, and some of it was really janky. Fixing some of the designs and finishing his sleeve had been on his mind for a while, but he didn’t feel like he could justify the purchase. And on top of that, if he was honest, he was worried about what Alina would think. She never really mentioned his tattoos, but she didn’t have any, and most of the people she hung out with didn’t either. Maybe she thought they were a waste of money. Maybe they made her nervous. Whatever the case, if Alina didn’t like them, Jungkook wasn’t in a hurry to add more to his collection.

“Jimin told me you liked one of the artists at this studio,” she explained, sounding a bit anxious. “You can get it refunded if you would rather go somewhere else.”

He raised his head in surprise. “Refund it? This is - I mean this is perfect Alina.”

A grin broke out on Alina’s face, and she seemed to relax knowing he was happy with the gift. Jungkook didn’t know how to convey just how much it meant to him, so he just reiterated his thanks. 

“I honestly don’t know how much $200 will get you,” Alina said. 

“It’s perfect.”

She smiled, “So are you gonna get my name tattooed or something? 

Jungkook’s ears perked. He knew she wasn’t serious, but the idea was more attractive than it should be.

Alina frowned at his interest. “Hey — you know I’m joking, right? Do not do that.”  

“Why not?” Jungkook replied teasingly.

“Ahg Jungkook,” Alina complained. “Forget I said anything. Come on, let me open mine,” she said reaching for the remaining present under the tree.

He snorted but handed Alina her gift. She unwrapped the small box, opening the lid to reveal a delicate gold necklace. 

“Oh my God, Jungkook, this beautiful,” she gasped, holding up the chain to examine the small pendant. Graceful metal work and mother of pearl formed the petals of a simple four-leaf clover. 

“The chain is gold, so it won’t irritate your skin or anything.”

“How much did this cost?” 

“I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to ask that,” he replied, though he couldn’t hide the satisfaction he felt at her reaction. “But Yoongi helped me make the pendant,” he added.

“You made this?” 

Jungkook nodded. He should probably give most of the credit to Yoongi’s tinkering skills, but he’d been a quick learner.

“I don’t know what to say,” Alina said, still staring at the necklace. “I love it, Jungkook. Thank you.’

“Can I put it on you?” He asked, eager to see it against her skin. 

“Of course,” she said, turning around and moving her hair out of the way.  

Jungkook rose up on his knees, placing the thin chain around her throat. His fingertips brushed against the back of her neck as he fastened the clasp, and he watched as goosebumps pricked up along her skin. He brushed his lips against the spot just below her ear, and Alina let out a shaky breath.

“Let me see,” he said, resting his hands on her waist and turning her to face him. The pendant sat just beneath the dip of her collarbones, shining dimly in the light of the room.

Jungkook loved the way the piece looked on her, and he was admittedly proud of his handiwork. But what made his heart squeeze in his chest was Alina’s happiness with his gift. 

He tugged her closer, and Alina quickly caught on, taking his face between her hands and kissing him warmly. 

“Thank you,” she said again in between kisses. “Not just for the necklace. For the whole morning.”

Jungkook nearly scoffed. “You don’t have to thank me for that kind of thing.” Actually, she shouldn’t be thanking him, not when she was the one who had given him his first, and best, boxing day experience of his life. If anything, he should be thanking her.

“I know…but you make me feel safe. And that’s kind of new for me. So I want to say it anyway.”

Alina didn’t have any way of knowing how deeply her words pierced him, how much they meant to him. But that was ok. Jungkook would find other ways of telling her how much she meant to him. For now, he gathered Alina into a bruising hug, and for the first time in as long as he could remember, he let himself relax - truly relax. Even if it was just for a moment, he’d let himself trust that this was life now. 

*****

Taehyung had had a little too much to drink when he stepped out onto the deck of Yoongi and Jin’s place, phone ringing persistently in his hand. He’d stolen a pair of slides to protect his socked feet from the snow. Someone, probably Yoongi, had shoveled a little path so people could exit the house from the back of the house, allowing Tae a narrow place to stand.

“Hey,” he said, smiling as he answered. 

“Hey, I had a minute so I thought I’d give you a call. Merry Christmas,” Tae heard Mina’s voice say.

“How’s the family get-together?”

“Ah, same old drama. You ended up at Jin and Yoongi’s right?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m jealous. The food here is good but not that good.”

Tae wanted to say that maybe she could join them next year, but he knew that would be moving too fast. They’d only hooked up the one time so far, and no one knew. She said she wanted to keep it between the two of them for now, which Tae was fine with. 

“How’s Alina doing?” Mina continued.

“Oh,” Tae looked back through the window. Warm light spilled out onto the deck through the windows next to the door. Alina and JK were sitting next to each other on the couch, but they were both engaged in conversations with other people. Jimin had already gone into a food coma and was currently sleeping by Alina’s feet with his head against her leg.

“Pretty well, I think. I’m really glad she and Jungkook could make it.” He paused. “I hope you’re not asking because of Yoongi. I know Alina must not have felt very welcomed by him, but he really doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s just…he’s slow to accept new people.”

“No, it’s nothing like that. I worry about her over the holidays is all. She tends to isolate herself, so I wanted to make sure she didn’t worm out of celebrating with you guys tonight. I knew once she got there she’d really enjoy herself.”

“Yeah, she seems to be having a good time.” Teahyung smiled, “it’s funny; I don’t think Jungkook’s had a real Christmas holiday for a long time, either. It’s nice that he and Alina get to share this one.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing,” Mina replied.

“You know, I think they’re kind of an item now,” Tae said, feeling a funny kind of pride in his friend. Truthfully he’d been worried Jungkook would never make a move. 

“Actually I think I was one of the first to find out. I guess they kissed that night at the party we had for Jungkook’s job.” Her voice grew slightly more serious. “I haven’t wanted to push her about it. I guess it’s just another reason I wanted to check up on her. Things must feel kind of complicated.” 

Taehyung frowned. What was so complicated for Alina? “I mean, they have time to figure stuff out. They seem pretty happy right now,” he said.

“Yeah, of course,” Mina said, suddenly sounding a bit more guarded and like she was done talking about it. 

Taehyung still felt a little confused. Honestly he expected Mina to be more excited about this. But he supposed it was also normal to worry about possible complications. As far as Mina knew, Jungkook’s collar was still in working order, and it was reasonable for her to be concerned about the unequal power dynamics that came along with that. It did make him wonder how she would react if she knew none of the guys in their pack, including Jungkook, had functioning collars. A part of him was anxious to tell her, just so he could see what she would do. But it wasn’t his secret to tell. For now, he’d just have to be happy with assuming the best. 

“Well…either way, we’ll all be here to support them. Hey,” he said, changing the subject, “when you get back, I was wondering if you’d like to check out that new shawarma place downtown."

“Yeah, I’d be down to try that. Who else is coming?”

Before Tae could clarify that he was proposing a date, not a group activity, he heard the glass door slide open. 

“Tae we’re voting on which movie to put on,” Hobi said.

“Ok I’ll be in a minute.”

“Who’re you talking to.” Hobi was a nosey drunk, which was usually endearing but not what Tae needed right now. 

“Nobody, I’ll come inside in a second —”

“Hey you sound busy,” Tae heard Mina’s voice over the line. “I’ll let you go. We can talk later.”

Tae hesitated before relenting. “Alright. We’ll talk soon. Have fun with your family.”

“You too.”

The call ended and Tae sighed. It’s not like there was any reason to rush things. The pack was in a good place. He had confidence in Alina and Jungkook’s budding relationship, so it’s not like he expected a rift to occur between their two groups. He had time to work things out with Mina. 

[himbos-hotline]

Requesting rules [I guess?]

I though I'd lay out? explain things? I don't really know? An explanation of how to request things from me, so it's easier for us,I guess [I'm working on this after a panic attack so if this doesn't make sense. I'm sorry]

Right now I am writing mainly for aew but I will also accept wwe ships

Firstly, my requests are open! I make moodboards/gifs/writing/artwork/playlists/video edits. You are allowed to request any of that! I love getting requests and doing things so without futhur adu!

Writing:

Please at least try to add the prompt in, I normally reblog a lotta prompt lists and if the asks are a little bit old seeing "seven from the prompt list" can get kinda confusing.

I don't write X reader so people sending either just a wrestlers name, I won'twrite it I'm sorry. If you're looking for fantastic x reader authros I HIGHLY suggest @naturalxselection and @darkorderaf

If you would like me to write a specific ship, Pease add them with the prompt. Otherwise im gonna just guess and it might end up being one of my Oc's [I should make another post for them]

I will write smut, I have only written it once so it isn't really something ive dabbled in before. There isn't much I will not write.

I am dyslexic, so there may be stupid spelling mistakes or a word that doesn't fit in the sentence. I normall see these AFTER i've published and the posts been reblogged. I have no beta reader- we die like Adam Cole here

Gifs/artwork:

I use like three different gif programs to make things. I could also use my video editing program. I haven't made gifs in a while so it might be a while for me to get back into the sing of things

I am currently having artblock/inability to work on drawings So these might take longer to produce then like, writing or gifs.

Playlists/video edits:

If you have an idea send it in, just mention the song/some songs you would like on the playlist/ what specific clips in the video editing thing

My video edit's aren't good since I use a free program and It isnt something ive dabbbled in since I was about sixteen.

You are also welcome to tag me/show me your wrestlers playlists/OC playlists or anything else you wanna show me

I think that's everything. Onto some important links I guess?

Current works in progress List of Original characters [To do] Asks = writing sprints Caard with taken anons/Materlists

[samsalulu]

Requests are OPEN!

I am 20 years old, turning 21 this February 5

Date I joined this blog?: September 29 2022

Date I leave?: ???

Date updated: September 29 2022

Rules?

This is an 18+ blog so minors, pls fuck off. This is a joint thing with Obey me! Shall we date? but I have some Oc's that I have in my time here. And I only have a masterlist for obey me, my oc's are gonna have their own respectful tags＼(=^‥^)/’`

My SFW obey me blog: @sammytheotakunerd But just know that that blog is a Strict SFW blog.

Things I like are..

-Overstimulation

-Breeding kink

-Soft yandere's

Things I don't like:

RACIST, INCEST, RAPING, PISS KINK, (I'll add more if i have seen something i don't like but for now, beware of these.)

Materlist

Nothing yet!