#dunno how to describe it. hope you get me

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: creature of mine

"Dunno why, but s'not working this time. M'not resssponding to it." Crowley's eyes flickered with something entirely unreadable. "I need a warm body." "I see." "Can't even use my fingers properly with these bloody claws. Still, feels better to have something warm, something moving." Aziraphale attempted to make sense of Crowley's words, his head pounding viciously. A warm body. "Would you like me to... hold you again?" Crowley smiled, open-mouthed and beastly. His fangs glistened in the darkness. "Need you to fuck me, angel." Or: Aziraphale buys Crowley a snake plant, hoping to please Crowley with the appealing smell of its flowers. Its effects on Crowley are far more extreme than Aziraphale anticipated, and it’s down to him to face them head-on.

Length: 21,253 Words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: After Dark, Canon AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia

*Minor Spoilers* Buckle in, it's long post time. I admit to bias in the length of this post because I love this author, but above all, my enjoyment of this story is so genuine and I am so proud to recommend that you all read it too. This was written for the sex pollen event that has been going on recently (so many more for me to read!) and it's one I knew was coming but didn't know too many details about. So when I woke up to the email that it was posted, I knew I was going to have such a good morning, and oooh boy did I.

Caught outside in the rain, Aziraphale steps briefly into an exotic plant shop to stay dry. When he spots a beautiful flowering snake plant, well, he's free from Heaven now and free to buy his friend a gift. And what a gift it will be when they realize that the plant's pollen contains the exact pheromones that trigger Crowley's snake desires. Even though I knew exactly where this was going, the actual journey was so intoxicating. When the effects first take hold, neither of them knows exactly what to do. Both are locked into shame and embarrassment over the situation, but the trust and protection they have for each other is sturdy. Crowley struggles with losing control and the pain of vulnerability, while Aziraphale tries desperately to deny his own wants and desires. He represses it all to protect Crowley. And isn't this just the most beautiful metaphor for their entire relationship? As always, they get there in the end. It's as heartwarming as it is sensual. I will never tire of them completely surrendering to each other.

The thing I always love most about this narrative style is how it blends poetry and smut. It will paint with gorgeous prose and then snap our attention back with its explicit language. It's thrilling to me and a shining example of how rich smut stories can be. I'm awed and horny! And I have to say, this was such a clever and interesting take on Crowley's snake body! Naga/Monster fuckers, this one needs to be made a priority for you. It was described in excellent detail but also depicted gorgeously by the included art! I've still got goosebumps over the third piece of included art! The color palette! The bodies!! The emotion! I'm in love. Both author and artist have a talent for making me feel so at home in my own body with their works. I just trust them implicitly, and they make it so easy to imagine how everything would feel to my own skin.

This is an at-home, after-dark read. It will have you sweating and squirming, but also in awe of their closeness and the trust they have in each other. How endless their devotion is. How beautiful this story is. But let's be real, I'm also thinking about how fun their next round with this plant could be now that they're on the same page. Next time, with the walls completely down, they are going to have the most pleasurable night of their life for the rest of their lives.

Read it here, fic by ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia

[depoteka]

i bought winter shoes mid october and now it's mid january and they're unusable when it's wet outside. so fucking annoying

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my partner not to talk about how happy he is that Ghandi was assassinated?

I hope this doesn't get too long! 🍀

I (26, F) am Irish Australian, my partner (33, M) is Sikh. He's shared many beautiful things about his culture with me, and has a thoughtful way of describing the relationship between Sikh history and current culture.

However I get a bit uncomfortable when he talks about how Gandhi was assassinated by a Sikh person. I know enough about Gandhi to be aware that while he might've had some good impact, he had plenty of underreported bad too. But I don't pretend to understand the extent of it all.

I also understand what a complex thing that sort of cultural history is, my family joke about being proud of the assassination of Mountbatten by the IRA. But we keep that talk behind closed doors, it requires more understanding of the Troubles than the average person has. Also, joking about death is a bit nasty unless you know everyone is comfortable

My issue with my partner is that when he talks about Gandhi's death he's not speaking with a historical context. He gets very serious and sits up all tall and says proudly that Sikhs are a warrior race and they fucking delivered. He has done this in company and in private and it's always very intense and a mood killer, he is not joking at all. I think that level of confident pride in the death of another is kinda messed up

So, I asked him to not talk about it in such a full on way. He refused to apologise because he is proud of it and he said that he's glad they did it (I appreciate his honestly there). I asked if he would be pleased to see a similar event play out today, a Sikh assassinating a major political influencer. He said he would be happy and asked the same of me regarding Mountbatten (this had come up in the conversation, obviously I'm paraphrasing, the whole thing was pretty upsetting tbh) and I said no cos it's not an active war. Also, that I don't actually stand behind that I'm just comfortable with the complexity of it to joke with my family and still know people understand where I stand. Like, the IRA killed his kids too. The whole time was fucked.

He said he's not joking. He, gently, said I was being a bit of a hypocrite. He didn't promise to not talk about Gandhi, but hasn't brought it up since. I feel like he's pretty unhappy about it

I dunno, I asked him without really thinking about it all and I think he makes a good point about the Mountbatten parallel. I'm not sure if the difference in my feelings is my own ethics or just me being a bit racist. And it's not his job to make me not be racist if I've got some stuff to work through. But still, I think if it was any culture I'd be uncomfortable with that much aggressive pride in murder. Like, I've grown up in a country without a death penalty, death is not something people can dole out imo, and his approval of it is so absolute and genuine, there's no pulling the punch. Unlike my way of talking about Mountbatten.

So, AITA for asking my partner to stop talking about his pride in a Sikh person assassinating Gandhi?

What are these acronyms?

[lowkeyrobin]

HII so I was reading your who you write for and saw you write for Charlie Bushnell, so I was wondering if I could get like reader and Charlie at like the an interview???

Thank you -🍄

hell yeah of course 🙏🙏 ; thank you 🍄anon, hope you enjoy 🫶🫶 ; i dunno how but this got a little off topic?? I apologize

CHARLIE BUSHNELL ; the interview

summary ; youre a journalist, he's an actor

warnings ; language, little cringe kissing scene (totally sfw dw)

disclaimers ; I said "scandalous ankles" because back in the olden days ankles and showing any skin was considered scandalous, for anyone who didn't know. reader is described to be not into fitness stuff, also don't mind me not knowing shit about fitness/weightlifting

word count ; 883

masterlist

"Hi, welc-hum inside." You smile, waving to Charlie as he enters the room. You then cringe at yourself in embarrassment. "Sorry, hi, welcome." You awkwardly chuckle, "I apologize, my words are all tangled today"

"You're good" He waves, a comforting smile on his face. He wears a black t-shirt with a logo in the corner and design on the back, paired with some jorts and sneakers like he just came from the gym. You didn't mind though, you urged your guests to come comfortable over casual.

Video interviews that weren't in front of a live crowd were the best for both of you, thank God. Meeting this Godsend of a man nearly gave you a heart attack. Just looking at his gorgeous eyes and his perfect features, nothing was wrong with him whatsoever. He was genuinely a 10/10.

He sits down in the guest chair across from yours, watching you sift through a desk a few feet away, looking for something. Your dress pants rise at the ankles every time you make a step, revealing more of your scandalous ankles, covered by socks.

You finally sit down, apologizing for taking so long to find your notebook where you held a few questions and conversation starters. The cameras begin rolling, and you introduce yourself and Charlie as per usual.

"So, what's it like being on set, with all the cameras, lights, props, and green screens? What are the action scenes like?"

Charlie lightly smiles as he gives you an answer, using his hands to talk a little bit. He seemed a little tense and nervous, but you didn't point it out or blame him, it took you years to be fully comfortable where you sat.

"What even are you? Cause like, you're an interviewer but also a journalist, what do you prefer being called?" The curly haired boy asks you.

You shrug, "Journalist, I guess. Interviewer could be put like, inside the circle of journalism, I'd say. I'm a journalist before I'm an interviewer"

He nods, giving you a gorgeous smile that you had to quickly look away for. You discreetly hide your flushed face, looking down at your notebook.

You write down some memorable quotes as you sit and chat with him, bringing up some interesting conversation and learning more about being on set and the production behind media.

After the cameras are off, you thank him and invite him to stay for some aftertalk and lunch. You came in with a large bowl of taco salad you needed to finish before it went bad and were offering it to anyone who wanted it. He accepts the offer, staying back in the break room with you to eat some of that salad you'd brought in. In his words, it was very much better than whatever fast food he was going to go get before returning home.

Your conversation quickly turns into one regarding music and working out, although you weren't too into fitness, the occasional jog here and there keeping you healthy, apparently.

You both stand up, setting your bowls and forks in the dishwasher to get them cleaned. You stand against the counter as he leans his hand against it a couple feet away.

He pulls up his t-shirt sleeve, flexing his arm to show off his muscles. He's trying to impress you, mostly, but you had asked how frequently he worked out. Not his fault.

"Usually lift about 145"

You nod, paying more attention to his face than his muscles. Not exactly your question, but you'd take it.

"You okay?" He asks, seeing you zoned out staring at him.

"Yeah, sorry-"

"Am I that handsome to you?" He asks, lightly teasing you.

"Wh- I mean, hey now-"

He lightly giggles, stepping forward a bit.

You stare into his brown eyes, colored like a dark chocolate mocha. A smile tugs at the corners of his lips, seeing your eyes almost glimmer as they stare into his.

He's just a guy, you're an interviewer, a journalist. This is weird, isn't it? Is it not?

"May I?..." He whispers, looking down at your lips, then up at your eyes.

Triangle Theory.

You nod, a soft smile painting your face.

He quickly embraces your lips with his, hands resting on your waist. You melt into his kiss, your bodies tied together. He picks you up, hands resting behind your thighs, placing you on the counter.

You quickly pull away, hands on his shoulders as he stands between your legs. "Okay, what the fuck? Do that again"

He smiles, looking up at you. His arms are now loosely wrapped around your hips and waist area, his curls falling into place like dominoes.

"You're an interesting one"

"Says you, actor guy"

"Don't try and play me at my own game"

You open your mouth to speak, but shut yourself up, seeing the smug look on his face.

He holds your left hand in his right, a slight panic running through both of your heads as he rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

You speak up now, finding your stomach filled with butterflies.

"You make me want to grab a dictionary and manually find the words I'm looking for to describe you and how attractive that was."

He lightly laughs, kissing your hand.

"Whatever you say, journalist"

[theycalledhimastar]

Thinking of Johnny, but not about how sweet or handsome he is, but all the weird shit he does. Because humanizing these guys gives me life.

☄. *.

I know for a fact that Johnny smells like Old Spice. And not the normal amount, either. Like he uses far too much, and he uses every single product they have. Shampoo, Body wash, deodorant, if they had toothpaste, he would use it. Johnny feels like the type of person to use far too many scents at once, whether it's the same or they clash, doesn't matter because it's an assault on the nose and he never seems to notice.

"Don't I smell fresh? Why ye actin' so put off?" Because you literally smell like the bodywash section of a beauty store, love. That's why.

I *also* know that this man yells, like a lot. Not even when he's upset, he's actually quiet when he is upset. But when he's excited about something, anything, he just... forgets entirely that some people have ears and aren't half bloody deaf from listening to music far too loud. Sport nights are horrible, he sounds as loud as a group of five all on his own.

He has weird ass feet too, take that as you will, his feet are just... weird. I can't describe it, you literally have a rule that he has to wear socks around the house to keep from cringing when he has the dogs out. (idk, I just feel this in my soul)

Moves around constantly, like man will not sit down for more than five minutes, not even to cuddle, he just gets handsy and uses you as a fidget toy. Not in a sexy way either, he will like squeeze the fat of your stomach or thighs like a stress ball. If you tell him to stop, he'll just kind of whine that he needs something for his hands to do.

Will wear the same tee for like, three days in a row if he thinks it isn't too dirty or smelly. Bro is a sniff test connoisseur and it'd be impressive if it wasn't a little weird. Man walks around in the same three outfits and while he looks good in anything, you... aren't really sure how to feel about his odd laundry habits. (And you really really hope that shirts are the only thing he reuses like that.)

(I dunno why I decided to make this, but I thought I was funny lol)

[vrachis]

ATTRACTION. (100 FOLLOWERS SPECIAL.)

—synopsis : the countless times you’ve seen her in many other ways, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from coming back to her over and over again.

characters : yae miko x gn reader.

warnings ; breeding, desk sex, almost getting caught, size kink.

a/n : (omfg. u guys prolly read that one post abt me posting this but yeah, i decided to post it for once! im posting this at night w bad service, SO LOLLLL! dunno if its short or what but hope u guys eat this shi up tho LMAO)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

she could have never looked more pretty. you mean, she was always pretty. beautiful, stunning, and anything else positive used to describe her. she is simply, ethereal.

it’s no wonder that every time you lay your eyes upon her, all the air in your lungs seem to lessen. just because of the sight of a woman as such.

yae miko is someone who is incomparable to others, a woman out of another’s league. everything about her would lure you in, and maybe that was simply her intention.

from her looks to her personality, who wouldn’t fall prey to such charms?

well…

-… you just so happened to have done so.

at that point, you never knew who to blame. why?

well, it was your fault for falling for her schemes, that you’ve simply let yourself fall into her hands. and whatever you do, no matter what, you just seemed to keep going back to her.

as vexatious as it seems, it’s all the worth as long as you get something in return.

and here you thought you would be the only one coming back for more, but miko needed as much as you did.

she ached, and craved, any time she wanted. so as long as she knows she has you, she could never be more satisfied.

—

elicited mewls comes from the woman below you, and sounds of wood creaking violently flows along with the symphony of wet skin colliding with one another. when miko croaks out a gasp, her head falls against the wooden desk, the sheer sweat on her head cascading down to soak the oak.

as you keep a firm grip against her waist, your hips hammer in and out of her at a breakneck pace, your skin slapping against the fat of her ass. you let out a groan as you empty inside her once more, your seed spurting angrily into deep into her womb. you lean down to press a sloppy kiss to her cheek and sigh.

you let yourself finish inside her, and settle with slow thrusts. and as you slightly pull out, the mixture of both your fluids flow from her cunt, the erotic sight of it alone seeming to spur you on. it’s a sight you alone get to see every time you get with her, and you surely couldn’t feel more prideful enough at the thought of it.

“mm, you certainly have no end to your stamina, do you?” miko huffs. and of course she means that sarcastically, this woman loves how rough you can be.

you smirk gleefully. “of course, especially since you’re the one i’m doing.”

your response makes her chuckle weakly. “of course it is, what did i expect. it is me, after all.”

you two exchange a good laugh, until your eyes suddenly flash towards the door, where you see a roaming silhouette of one of the shrine maidens. miko seems to notice it as well, and she shushes you.

“l-lady yae, are you alright in there? i heard loud banging noises coming from here—“ the maiden worries.

“don’t worry about it. i-i’m just angry.” she shakes. “now leave if you don’t want to see things get dirty.”

you could’ve swore you almost let out a laugh on the spot. such a silly excuse, you thought. although… was your fucking not too rough for the maidens to not possibly hear her cries from outside? that couldn’t be possible, you thought. you wanted, no, needed everyone to know what exactly was going on in her office.

so as soon as the shadow of the now terrified maiden was gone, you could only press your weight down on the kitsune, your frame towering over hers as you lean down to nibble on her sensitive ear.

you knew miko could sense something was up from that action you just did. so you feel her squirm under you, her body still slightly shaking but seeming to push you off.

“now what? still rowdy enough to go?” she tests.

you could only hum low in response while you kept orally assaulting her ears, the fluffy parts of her seeming to twitch beneath your lips.

“why aren’t you answering me?” she grumbles. you could tell she was impatient by the time you felt her grinding against your crotch once more, evidently urging you to continue your sessions.

although you want to give it to her, you thought, giving her a little taste of her own medicine wouldn’t hurt, right?

“make sure you better be louder this time. i want them to know what exactly happens in here.”

your response seems to have given her a new wave of excitement, given the fact you feel her grinding getting more sensual, as if it has a mind of it’s own and starts to demand.

“and how exactly do you plan on doing that, mm?” she taunts. you place a finger under your chin, pretend posing as if you were to ponder. what a foolish question to ask, you thought. you thought she would’ve known by now, but it seems she just wants to hear it actually come from you.

but no, you’ve had enough expressing yourself. you’ve said enough words and done enough actions, what more so than to have her voice her needs out instead?

so you smirk, looking down mischievously at the kitsune.

“why don’t we settle for what you want? after all, you’re the one who seems to be aching for something.”

she scoffs at you unbelievably. “do you seriously want me to tell you what exactly i need? look here. you know just what i want, so give it to me. don’t make me say it.”

you sigh exasperatedly. “where’s the fun it that? after all, weren’t you the one aching for me to fuck you earlier? just beg this once, and all of this will continue.”

you hear her grit her teeth from below you, then an annoyed exhale. “fine. but you better stick to your words and listen carefully because i’m never letting you hear this again for the rest of how long you’ll live.”

you chuckle triumphantly. “hah. bring it on.”

[neopuppy]

Jaemin would love a good gloryhole, he gives me crazy psychotic vibes

warning. ntm yet.. a smidge of fondling

“You’re going to work? This late?” Jaemin mumbles, pinching between his eyebrows where he’s sat with his face buried in a pile of books. “Who clocks in at midnight?”

“It’s an overnight job..” you shrug, tightening your coat. “That job fair I went to last week.. it was the only position that wouldn’t interfere with my class schedule.”

Jaemin sighs, leaning back against his computer chair until it creaks beneath his weight. “How are you going to keep up with your assignments?”

“That’s the thing,” clearing your throat nervously, you reply quickly, eager to end this conversation as you appear distracted patting your pockets for the house keys. “Factory prefers college students, don’t want to provide benefits or full-time positions, so the shifts are short, no more than 4 or 6 hours.”

“Oh..” Jaemin stands, stretching out his arms above his head as he approaches you. “I could drive you.”

“No!” You say abruptly, breaking into a smile at the sight of his face falling. “You already do enough for me, and I know you’re cramming for that big test.”

Jaemin waves it off, leaning near the door frame. “It’s not a big deal, I know the couch isn’t comfortable.”

On command at the mere mention of your makeshift bed your back aches, stretching to the side to relieve the pain and releasing a loud crack as you sport half a smile. “It’s not exactly a cloud but..”

“Better than the backseat of your best friend's car.” Jaemin adds, scratching his nape. “I hope at least..”

“Definitely,” you chime, setting your hand on the door handle. “Besides, this is only temporary.”

That’s what you have to remind yourself of daily, that this is just for now. A transition time you’ll forget about as soon as you’ve collected a month's pay. A draining and exhausting effort on your part, but the money..

“Seriously though, if you’re too tired for the walk back, I’ll leave my ringer on.” Jaemin’s hand lays over yours, gently squeezing. “Don’t hesitate to call me.”

“Of course, thanks Jaem.”

“Let’s not sit where she sleeps.”

“I mean..” Jeno scoffs, folding his knees to sit on the floor with his back against the couch. “It is a place to sit, you know.”

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I’m not.” Unlocking his phone, Jeno settles comfortably, head resting against the couch cushion you rest your head on every night. “You say that like I don’t offer her my bed all the time.”

“Which I’m sure she’d take you up on if you know—“ plopping down by his friend's side shoulder to shoulder, he raises an eyebrow. “You were not also in said bed naked from the waist down.”

Jeno shrugs, passing his phone to Jaemin. “Still beats a couch.”

“What’s this?”

“Something new and exciting that we should try.” Jeno explains, leaning in to scroll down the message board. “Know anything about gloryholes?”

Jaemin nearly chokes on his spit, eyes widening as he reads through the various comments describing the experience. “The fuck are you talking about..”

“You know what I’m talking about.” Jeno grins, reaching to jingle the keys in his pocket. “You down or what?”

“I dunno man..”

“I won’t tell anyone.” Sharing a curious look, Jeno raises his eyebrows up and down, pushing up from the floor to stand and extend his hand. “Just between us.”

“I don’t understand the point in paying for a quick fuck..” Jaemin says, disgruntled by the lists of prices before him. The trek to find this place was bad enough to begin with, and on tip of that $500 to get his dick wet? By a stranger no less?

“Two for one deal though.” Jeno notes, tapping the larger font with the price of $800 blown out beneath. “Hear me out, send me $250 and I’ll cover the rest.”

“W-what?” Jaemin stutters, surprised at how nonchalant his friend is about this whole situation. “Are you seriously down this bad?”

Jeno scoffs, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like that.” Counting out a wad of bills, he slides them beneath the black tinted window, specifying the two for one deal for them. “Don’t knock it until you try it alright?”

Bending lower near the opening he slid the money through, Jeno whispers. “Number 7 available?”

“You’ve..” Jaemin follows after him, pieces falling together as his friends leads the way through a long hall without question. “You do this a lot or something?”

“Define a lot.” He says, peering over his shoulder with a sleek smirk. “A couple of times.. nothing crazy yet. At least you have me here to make sure your first time is memorable.”

Jeno comes to a stop, dangling a key that’d been tucked between his palm. “Lucky number 7.” He nods to the rooms door, an ominous carved out text painted black glares back at him.

The door lock clicks, pushed open slowly as his friend steps aside for him to head in first. It’s empty for the most part. A few items stacked along a shelf, condoms, lube, sex toys. “Behind that.”

Jeno locks the door shut behind them, motioning toward a hung up drape obscuring the rest of the room. “Would you prefer to go alone? I’ll even let you have dibs since it’s your first visit.”

Jaemin dry swallows, swiping his tongue across his suddenly dry lips. “And do what?”

Jeno’s lips draw back in a cocky smile, shushing his friend as he nudges him forward. “One way to find out.”

Jaemin’s chest thumps, gulping down the invisible weight pressed against the back of his tongue. Slowly he steps forward, barely grazing the drape with his fingertips, the sight of his trembling hand solidifies the nerves shooting throughout his chest, nudged forward softly again as he steps a foot inside past the drape.

“Shit..” he mutters, biting down on his lip to hold back a groan. Three different holes line up the walls leaving his mind to race with nothing but depraved thoughts.

“Pick one.” You say quietly, barely echoed from behind the wall that hides you.

Jaemin’s neck stiffens, toeing his way closer past the smallest of the holes that meets him at hip level. The arrows above directing him where to insert himself.

“Seven.” Jeno speaks up from the drapes opening, closing it shut to lean against the wall. “This is my best friend, he’s a first timer.”

Jaemin’s eyes enlarge, tracing around the top of the largest entrance that can only be for one thing..

“Let him get a taste of what we paid for.”

Jeno moves to stand behind him, chest pressed to his friend's back. “Jesus man, don’t be nervous.” He grins, cupping under Jaemin’s elbow to direct his hand inside past the opening.

“Nothing to be scared of, especially not you.” He whispers, chin hooked on the largers shoulder, breathily laughing when his friend lets out a shocked gasp.

“Fuck.” Jaemin sucks in a breath, digits sliding between a soft warmth. The heat building in his chest erupts upon contact, lodging himself forward with his chest pressed to the wall as his fingers spread and he glides deeper between the familiar wrap of velvety inner thighs around his wrist. “Holy shit.”

“You wanna fuck that slut, right?” Jeno eggs on, patting his hip. “Get her nice and wet for us.”

[rebouks]

Ivan stared at the contents of his suitcase blankly, barely paying attention to what he was packing as he flicked the zip back and forth. “I didn’t think you’d be here.” He remarked, glancing over his shoulder.

“I was waiting for you-.. where’s Pixie?” Bruno asked, as though he didn’t already know the answer. “Oscar’s.” “Are you coming back, or..?” Bruno mirrored Ivan’s fidgeting, picking at the fluff on his old joggers. “I don’t know, I need t’think for a while-.. I’m goin’ away with Tilda n’ Mia for a couple weeks n’ all.”

Ivan snapped his attention back upon his luggage. It would’ve been easier if Bruno hadn’t been home, he was bound to forget something now, distracted as he was.

“Ivan, I-…” Ivan interrupted Bruno before he could continue, “Explainin’ ain’t gonna change anythin’ is it?”

Bruno fell silent, struck with inertia at the edge of the bed. He should’ve explained, pleaded, threw himself at Ivan’s feet and promised he’d never return to Oasis Springs-.. but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.

“I’m probably gonna find someplace else when I get back-.. dunno what you wanna do with the house, but I don’t want it. Y’could buy me out, I guess, or we could sell it.” Ivan filled the void with practicalities that Bruno didn’t want to envision just yet.

“We don’t have to decide anything right now.” He offered, instead. Ivan shook his head, “I ain’t gonna change my mind.” Bruno thought as much, but he still couldn’t help himself from adding, “I still love you, for what it’s worth.”

Ivan paused for an excruciating moment before sighing, deflating Bruno’s glimmer of superfluous hope, “I ain’t sure what it’s worth anymore…”

“It’s not the same as before.” Bruno pleaded, “Kaden’s-…” Ivan rose to his feet, dismissing Bruno’s words with a wave of his hand, “I don’t want nothin’ t’do with any of ‘em-.. apparently, that includes you.”

Bruno tugged at Ivan’s wrist before he could leave, manoeuvring himself between him and the door; his unusually calm, cold shoulder cut far deeper than Bruno expected it would.

“You don’t have to have anything to do with them-.. no one’s in any danger.” Ivan huffed disbelievingly, sidestepping Bruno’s efforts to stop him from leaving, “Keep tellin’ yourself that.” “It’s different with-…”

Ivan finally lost his air of composure, cutting Bruno off mid-sentence, “Was it not excitin’ enough for ya?  D’ya not feel alive unless y’pushin’ folk around, fuckin’ someone over-.. is doin’ whatever y’please the only thing that gets your blood pumpin’? Does it make life worth livin’?” Bruno blinked as Ivan confronted him, not quite expecting such a succinct breakdown of all his supposed failings.

Ivan’s steady gaze faltered somewhat once he’d said his piece though; his brief flash of anger replaced by sadness as he asked, “All this time-.. why’d y’even pretend, B?”

Bruno avoided Ivan’s gaze for a moment, unable to form a response; he hadn’t always been pretending, but as much as he hated to admit it, Ivan wasn’t too far off the mark. He didn’t particularly enjoy the lifestyle that he’d described, but it felt a hell of a lot more natural than trying to fit into this one; he wasn’t made for domestic bliss, he didn’t make Ivan happy, nor was he. They both knew he was playing pretend by now, but letting go was easier said than done, no matter how much you loved someone. In fact, love only made things more complicated.

Ivan pulled away from Bruno, punching through the silence than hung thick between them, “I just need some space, okay? Do whatever y’want with yours.” Bruno tugged desperately at Ivan’s shirt as he turned away, “Wait-.. can we just talk about everything when you get back?”

Ivan sighed morosely, offering a weak shrug, “Sure, let’s prolong the inevitable-.. what’s a few more weeks?”

Bruno hung his head as another rogue tear escaped down the side of his nose. Ivan’s demeanour felt so wearisome, so final-.. but Bruno didn’t want to let go, not that it felt fair to try and convince him to stay either.

“Don’t fuckin’ cry, B! Don’t act like this wasn’t on you!” Ivan spat, his uneven tone betraying the lump that resided in his own throat.

Bruno stuck his fingers beneath his glasses, jamming them into his eye sockets; he thought Ivan’s familiar anger would’ve consoled him, but it didn’t.

“I tried, okay? I really did-.. n’ you did too, I know y’did…” Ivan added a little more softly, as though he understood; as though it wasn’t really Bruno’s fault, like he wasn’t truly angry at him-.. even though it wasn't true.

Bruno nodded; the tips of his fingers still pressed firmly against his eyes in a vain attempt to stop the pain from overcoming him completely.

“Bruno, don’t…”

Ivan tried to pry Bruno’s fingers away from his eyes, wordlessly begging him not to make this harder than it already was.

He acquiesced, dropping his hands to his sides as Ivan gently caressed his cheek, his eyes brimming with a million different emotions at once-.. but that was Ivan, and that was the problem.

He hated, loved and felt everything with intense fervour, unapologetically wearing his heart on his sleeve for all to see; a heart so full of love and passion that Bruno felt inadequate in comparison. He couldn’t reciprocate any of it the way Ivan deserved; it would never be enough.

Hollow and empty in contrast, Bruno could never hope to give as much as Ivan was worthy of, and he was worth the world-.. but maybe it wouldn’t hurt to pretend.

Maybe just one last time…

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[thewertsearch]

Karkat's becoming cognizant of all the videogame tropes in his vicinity, and he is pissed. This is what happens when you’re exposed to that damn fourth wall for too long.

Jump cut to Gamzee squatting in a dark corner somewhere, a Google results page for ICP open on his laptop, absolutely seething with anger.

[…] KANAYA: Do You Think Terezi Is Aware Of Your Interactions With Her KARKAT: I DON'T KNOW, PROBABLY? KANAYA: I Dont Want To Sound Too Meddlesome Because I Know People Dont Like That Much But Didnt You And She Used To Have A Thing Like That […] KARKAT: THE THING WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE EXISTED NOTWITHSTANDING, WHAT RIGHT WOULD SHE HAVE TO BE UPSET ABOUT ME TALKING TO JADE. KANAYA: Maybe She Thinks You Are Trying To Make Her Jealous KARKAT: OH LIKE SHE'S NOT DOING THE SAME THING TO ME BY TALKING TO THAT POMPOUS TOOL WHO'S IDIOTICALLY INSECURE ABOUT THE COLOR OF HIS EYES. […] KANAYA: Do You Actually Believe She Was Pretending KARKAT: YEAH SURE. I DUNNO

As the trolls’ party begins to unravel, so too does their intricate web of relationships. The entire John/Dave/Karkat/Terezi/Vriska situation is already a mess, and if Karkat is developing a legitimate crush on Jade as well, things might be about to go nuclear.

Forget Jade - I think Kanaya’s the one who’s really thriving from this cultural exchange.

Well, that’s certainly more convenient for me. Saves me from having to check everything with everyone, as I was originally planning to do.

Initially, I thought the trolls were just losing cohesion naturally as Project Trolling drew to a close. A lot of them won't give a shit about Project Friendship, so I assumed they'd just left to do their own thing.

This, though, seems like a pretty ominous way to describe the situation. It's like the Veil is a little too quiet, and not just because people have dispersed. Has Vriska been doing a few offscreen murders, or is something completely unrelated going on?

KANAYA: Im Returning To The Core To Deposit The Matriorb […] KARKAT: I MEAN, THAT'S GREAT, IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT TO DO WITH IT. BUT YOU CAN'T GO, I NEED YOU HERE. LOOK AROUND, SHIT IS MAYHEM. KANAYA: Ill Only Be Gone For A Few Minutes KANAYA: Anyway Youre Doing A Good Job And I Think You Can Manage To Cope With My Momentary Absense […] KARKAT: IN THAT CASE KARKAT: GOOD LUCK, HOPE IT WORKS.

These two are such good friends. They're probably my favourite platonic friend-ship in the entire comic, just on the strength of how earnest their relationship is.

Damn it, did I seriously just get jumpscared by a ‘Be Eridan’?

[lemons4u]

𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓 ! - 𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒┊i’ve left you guys w nothing for so long 💔 so take this small series (multiple chapters) as a apology, hopefully you guys will forgive meeee— AND i’d like to add the kazuha smut isn’t gonna come out till the end of november or thee begging of december, anddd expect a albedo smau ❤️

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒┊fluff, suggestive (ofc, it’s written by pri, what else do u expect?), fem! reader, modern au, somewhat ooc alhaitham not rly though, AND CUTIE PATOOTIE READER… w a little attitude

“ come on alhaitham! it can’t hurt to try dating someone… ” kaveh tried to reason with him— claiming that he’d been single long enough and needed a relationship. ( also he is very attractive, and has chicks swarming all around him… you’d think he’d make the effort to start something with one of them… but! guess not! )

“ kaveh, i said no. i’m in no need of a reltionship— plus all these.. girls. ” he hesitated— thinking of a proper way to describe them.

“ their annoying, and clearly don’t care much for their studies.. i need a partner who actually has a brain. ” alhaitham said sourly.

“ ugh… ” kaveh pouted, “ brains aren’t everything, you know? if i were you i would’ve got a girlfriend already!! ”

“ i hope one day these girls realize you’ve got no personality and are rude and— and well, you know!”

“then they’ll realize what a true man is… ” he grinned. “ aka, me. ”

“ brains aren’t everything? i disagree… a persons brain is—”

“ shush! i don’t need one of your lectures about how blah blah means blah blah. ” kaveh scoffed, frowning once more.

“ one day you’re going to end up dating a no brainer, just because their pretty. ” alhaitham murmured, closing his book and leaning his head back on his seat.

“ and you’re gonna end up dating no one. ” kaveh snapped back.

“ fine by me. ” alhaitham said stoically, but to be honest… he did want to love someone eventually, but he wouldn’t admit that to kaveh.

“ you know what? if you can’t find anyone you like here at our uni… why not get a dating app! there’s plenty of smart people on those! ” kaveh exclaimed excitedly, desperate to get his “lonely” roommate a partner.

“ and get catfished? no thank you. ” alhaitham declined quickly… but seriously, a dating app might be a good idea— maybe he could meet someone at his intellectual level.. not some dumbass like all the girls here.

“ not everyone on dating apps are catfishers, come on! please try one! and i’ll pay you a visit to the library…!! ” kaveh pleaded. “ you don’t even have to date… you can just make a friend! ”

friend….? well he certainly needed more of those— as well as new books.

“ a visit to the bookstore, not library, and you have a deal. ” alhaitham tilted his head up at kaveh.

“ ugh… fine. just don’t buy too many books! or else i’ll never be able to afford supplies for my project. ”

alhaitham hummed. “ alright, i’ll limit myself to… eh, three books. ”

from the most expensive section too…

“ three?! come on make it at least two… ” kaveh pouted. “ you always get the most expensive books, so two! ”

alhaitham sighed, “ fine, two books, and i’ll try that stupid dating app. ”

“ bet! ” kaveh gleamed, picking up alhaitham’s phone which made alhaitham jolt up a bit.

“ hey what are you— ” kaveh shushed him.

“ getting you the app, obviously!! ” kaveh chuckled, flashing the phone over to alhaitham’s face for face-id.

poor alhaitham couldn’t even snatch it back.

kaveh was typing away on alhaithams phone ( without alhaitham’s consent too! how rude! )

“ here! now you can set up your profile. ” kaveh handed alhaitham back the phone.

“ okay, okay. ” alhaitham muttered, sounding unhappy… but in reality he was a little bit excited.

“ kaveh. why do you even want me to date someone….? ”

“ because haitham, your 23 and haven’t even gotten a peck on the lips— and your like, i dunno, attractive? i have no idea i just wanna help you live a little… ”

alhaitham blinked at his friend a couple of times… live a little? he was already living his life the best he could.

well actually, that was debatable.

“ yeah, okay. ” alhaitham clicked on the profile… he needed a profile picture and bio..

“ use the photo from the festival! you know, the one with the glasses and you actually smiling! ” kaveh suggested.

“ that one…? okay. ” alhaitham scrolled through his gallery, which was mostly just photos of kaveh making faces, books, and some things he found appealing (aesthetic sunsets, and photos of trees and plants).

“ what about for my bio? ” alhaitham asked kaveh, who seemed to already be conducting something “good”.

“ say your name, age, mbti, zodiac, and major! and whatever else you think is important for your soulmate to know. ” kaveh nodded proudly.

“ soulmate? you make me laugh. there’s no such things as soulmates. ” alhaitham scoffed. “ people fall in love and that’s it, there’s no mystical soulmate thing behind it— think realistically kaveh. ”

“ i am thinking realistically! ” kaveh snapped back, brows furrowing. “ your so ungrateful. ”

“ and my zodiac? the fuck does that have to do with anything? ” alhaitham raised a eyebrow, but typed it down anyways.

“ i thought you believed in astrology! ”

kaveh sighed, trying to calm himself down— screaming wasn’t going to help him. he couldn’t get a another sore throat from alhaitham.

“ whatever, just put anything down at this point…”

“ i should write down ‘ lover has to be smart ’… ” alhaitham said with the faintest smile.

kaveh gave him a look.

“ it’s a joke dumb ass. ” or was it?

( 2 days later ) it was about 1:24 a.m— and for some reason alhaitham was awake watching tiktok.

i mean he couldn’t sleep because of kaveh’s loud snoring.. and he has finished his books— and didn’t exactly want to binge on his new ones all in one night.

and that’s when he got it— a silly little notification.

‘ you matched with… [ name ], [ last name ] ! congratulations!! ’

“ the fuck… ” alhaitham squinted, clicking on the notification to be brought to your profile.

he examined it for a moment, you took the same major as him and were fairly… pretty.

he stared at it for a moment longer before receiving another notification.

‘ [ name ], [ last name ] would like to chat with you! ’

of course, he quickly clicked the approve button.

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[gimmeyourlovepls]

Hiii idk if your requests are full or not, but if you're free can you write Miles Morales, where he was in love with the reader since they were kids, and now they're in their teens, but he doesn't know if she feels the same?

Doesn't matter which one, thanks! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Spider Senses

summary: miles wishes his spider senses showed him whether you liked him or not

a/n: i hope u like this :)) (p.s. my requests are very empty pls fill)

content warning: female reader, but it doesnt really affect the plot, hair described to smell like vanilla and cocoa butter, no texture described though, reader shown to wear makeup

a six year old was playing in the sandbox at a local playground, building a sandcastle. she giggled as she placed a small stick on the top of her sandcastle before some kids running as they played a game ran towards her. she managed to not get trampled by them, but her structure was ruin. tears started running down her cheeks.

"hey, are you ok?" a small child stood before her, his wide brown eyes staring down in concern. he had coily dark hair, and was holding a wrapped popsicle in his hand.

"my sandcastle..." she sputtered out, wiping her tears. it took her a while and she was disappointed that it was destroyed after all her hard work.

"don't cry! my mommy says that crying is bad, it gives you wrinkles," he spoke, looking around for a solution. "here! take my popsicle, and stop being sad, ok? you can't be all wrinkly!" handing her the package in her sandy little hands, her tears almost immediately stopped.

"yay! you're my friend now, come meet my mommy!" standing up on tiny legs, shaking so some sand falls off her already dirty dress, she took his hand and started walking to her mom, who was already staring at the scene with a smile, along with the boys mom, who was exchanging phone numbers with her for future playdates.

"mommy, this is my new friend!" letting go of his hand, she presented him to her mom, smiling brightly as the boy looked up at her with a nervous smile.

"aw, thats nice baby, do you know his name?" the mother asked, looking down at him with a kind smile.

the girl paused. did he ever tell her his name? "duh mommy, his name is..." she looked at the boy, whispering into his ear, "whats your name?" He whispered back to her, the two mothers laughing at the sight. "his name is miles, mommy! he gave me a popsicle!"

the mother glanced at miles. "well nice to meet you honey. i'm this little chipmunk's mom." she ticked the little girl gently as the child squirmed, giggling.

"mom, I'm not a chipmunk!" she pouted, looking up at the amused woman. "i'm a big girl now," she muttered, not wanting to be embarrassed in front of her new friend.

"i'm sorry honey, you're a big girl," her mom said, laughing softly. miles grabbed the girl's hand before pointing at the playground, where there was an empty pair of swings.

"look! the swings are free, lets go swing!" the duo ran through the woodchips towards the swings before they were taken, and luckily they made it before anyone else did.

as they started swinging, the girl opened the slightly melted popsicle, and gasped as she saw it was one of those double ones. with the most precision a six year old can muster, she split the popsicle and handed one side to him with a grin. "now we can share!"

the two mothers looked at the kids with a smile. they could tell this friendship was gonna be a good one.

---

flopping onto miles' bed, you take out your phone and show him a picture. "can we please go here miles? look how cute the food is!" on your phone screen, you were showing him picture after picture of a little cafe that opened not too far from his place.

"i dunno, the food looks cute for sure," he mutters, and you perk up. "but money..." you deflate immediately.

"c'mon, please? you know I get paid from ganke next week for helping him with homework, i'll pay you back!" staring at him with puppy dog eyes always broke down his (very small) defenses he held up against you. this little, ok well, not that little crush he held on you was making him basically silly puddy in your hands.

"you ain't gotta do that, i'll pay sunflower," he mumbles, sitting up. Seeing the smile that immediately lights up your face makes it worth the fact that those new markers and jordans he was saving up for would probably have to wait another month (or maybe two, since your birthday was coming up soon).

glancing at his floor as he looked for his shoes, he saw a drawing he had made of you about a week ago. he wasn't biased, but he thought it was one of his best works. you, surrounded in sunflowers and a smile shining from your face, he knew he was done for.

he was a broke boy in love.

---

you sat in front of miles, grabbing what looked like a torture device with a grin as you held his face still with one hand. "miles, hold still!"

"no, this is gonna kill me!"

you pouted, shifting closer to him. "its just my eyelash curler, now hold still!" you held it closer to his face as winced, trying to stay as still as possible. "there, almost done, last is the lips!"

as you scrambled to go get your lip gloss and lip liner, he wondered why he hadn't confessed yet. it was almost the 10 year anniversary of that playground meeting, and he swore he would tell you a year ago, but then again, he also said that the year before that one.

he looked down at the breakfast on his wrist, the black and red a perfect setting for the silver spider charm that sat perfectly in the middle. although you have (hopefully) not learned about secret alter ego, you said it fit his "vibe."

he just took your word for it with a nervous smile.

you came back with new supplies to decorate his face with, and as he saw the smile on your face, he swore he would tell you soon.

....maybe.

---

you hugged him tightly as you stood at the front door of his house, about to walk home. your hair smelled like vanilla and cocoa butter, and he wanted to bury his face into you (but in a non-creepy way, or course).

it was close to the last day of high school, and you and him were going separate ways, he wanted to go to one uni, and it wasn't the one for you. he was gonna miss your late night talks on the roof, splitting meat patties every friday, the way you dragged your fingers through his hair gently as you rambled about anything and everything.

he still hadn't told you he was spider-man, but now definitely wasn't the time. looking down at the well-worn bracelet on his wrist, he didn't know if he would even get around to it. maybe when he came to visit you?

kicking rocks on the sidewalk distracted him on his walk back home distracted him from his thoughts until-

bang!

he heard a clash of screams and destruction as he spun around to see a cloud of dust in the direction he just left from. whats going on?

thankful for the amount of alleyways in this side of town, he slipped off his normal clothes to reveal his suit and swung over buildings to assess before diving straight in, from his experience, not doing that normally led to a longer talk with the police.

ugh, some stupid new villain of the week. easy stuff. swing in, save citizens, then knock them out. as he webbed people out of the way, he spotted the one person he didn't want to be in the chaos.

"sunflower?" he gasped, and immediately as your face snapped to him, he knew he messed up. he'd play that off later, but for now, he had to act. quickly scooping you up in his arms, he dropped you on a roof of a building, quickly deepening his voice. "c-citizen, stay up here, ill... come back and get you, just-"

you grabbed his wrist with a stern look on your face. "you better not leave me up here, miles." he nodded quickly before running to go fight off the latest villain, who was apparently mad because the "love of her life" left her for university. 'join the club...' he thought before he dived down.

---

as he handed the lady to the police, he thought back to you on the roof, and your words.

'you better not leave me up here, miles.'

you had called him miles.... dammit, you knew. he groaned softly, before swinging back to the roof he left you on, seeing you play games on your phone. "took you long enough, bug-boy." you mumbled, slipping the device into your pocket.

"dont play me, sunflower. you know. you knew. how long?" he spoke, fiddling with his thumbs.

"um, lemme think... the day before i brought you that bracelet. i was waiting for you to tell me, but..." you look away from him with a small frown, biting the inside of your lip. he knew you only did that when u were thinking hard.

" 'm sorry, i was gonna but... i didn't."

"well... were you also gonna tell me that you like me?"

miles started choking on his spit, pulling up his mask to reveal his whole face. "w-what? y-you- what?"

"i saw the drawing on your floor. you made me look so... pretty." you stared at your shoes with that same smile as miles had captured in his drawing, suddenly finding your tangled laces interesting.

"you are pretty," he mumbled, staring at you, he could almost see the sunflowers blooming around you. "wish i said something before uni."

"yeah... but its not too late to do this, right?"

before he could ask what, your arms were wrapping around his shoulders as you met him in a sweet kiss, and damn it felt like everything he imagined and so much more.

"so... you like me?" miles looked at you with a boyish smile as you rolled your eyes.

"you're lucky i do," you said before you kissed him again, his arms finally moving to wrap around you. you were right though.

he was the luckiest boy he knew.

over 2 weeks on this i might jump 💀

[rachalixie]

hi hi! im really really struggling and i was wondering if you could write a fic where reader is super sick and weak, chan normally cares for her but he's away so he leaves changbin and minho on care duty? and maybe even felix?

i dunno, im super sick and weak myself so my brain is a bit messy😰 😰😰😰

a.n: hi honey! im so sorry this took me so long!! i hope you’re at least feeling a bit better now 💕

“are you sure?” chan says, hesitating as he laces up his sneakers. “i can stay. i can cancel my meeting, reschedule-”

“chan. hyung. go.” changbin says, pushing chan towards the door, steadying him when he stumbled but insisting nonetheless that he leave. felix nods encouragingly, sitting next to your bundled up form on the couch. you can barely even feel the blanket that chan had burritoed you into hours ago from how long you’ve been sitting like that. you can barely think, let alone speak, otherwise you would be pushing chan towards the door right alongside changbin.

“okay! okay.” chan says, finally twisting the doorknob open to step outside, only to be met with minho, one hand poised to knock and a convenience store bag full of medicines and soup and snacks in the other.

“thank goodness, you’re here,” chan says, wrapping minho in a tight bear hug for a second before scampering off, leaving changbin and felix with indignant scowls and minho with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“hi, honey,” minho coos at you as he walks through the door, kneeling by you and feeling your forehead with the back of his hand. the convenience store bag is left forgotten for a second, his attention on you, as if you were one of his beloved cats. you can’t say you hate the attention, minho always made you feel cared for in a way that no one else ever had. “how are you feeling?”

“bad. fuzzy.” you say, not knowing how else to describe what was happening to you. you had woken up in the middle of the night, sweating buckets but shivering at the same time, burning hot on the outside and freezing cold on the inside. you felt like your brain was working at 5% of its normal capacity, you felt absolutely delirious, your emotions were dialed up to a 10, and you just wanted to cuddle with chan and let him soak up the bad feelings until they went away.

but therein lies the current predicament - chan had a big meeting today, one that he couldn’t miss. as much as he wanted to stay with you and you wanted him to, you knew he couldn’t, so he texted his members to see which ones were free to take care of you while he was gone. felix and changbin entered minutes later, not easing his anxiety at leaving you alone one bit. it wasn’t that he didn’t think they cared for you, because he knew they did, it was that these were the most overzealous members that could have walked through the door. they were a bit overbearing, a little too loud, a little too unsure of their actions no matter how much they intended to help. they didn’t have the nurturing nature of minho, or the caring personality of hyunjin, or the level-headedness of seungmin, so you could understand his relief when minho materialized.

“sounds like not a lot of fun, hmm?” minho’s soft voice infiltrates your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. his cool hand is still on your forehead, and you find yourself nuzzling into it, making a noise of content and closing your eyes. “let’s get some medicine in you and you can nap for a bit, how does that sound?” he says, gesturing to felix to get water for you and for changbin to pop open the pill bottle of tylenol that he brought.

“i brought some with ice and some without, i didn’t know which?” an eager felix says, entering the room with two tall glasses of water, one sweating with condensation.

“good, yongbokkie,” minho says, taking both and leaving the iced one on the table as changbin deposits two pills into your hand after sitting on the couch next to you. “one for the pills, and one for when (y/n) gets thirsty later.” he guides your hand to your mouth, helping you lethargically tip the pills in before raising the cool water to your lips. once you swallow the pills, you slump back into the couch, exhausted after just sitting up for a minute.

changbin fluffs up a pillow for you and places it in his lap, gently guiding your head down until you’re laying sideways, and felix plops himself back on the couch by your feet and places them in his lap, massaging them gently. the movement made you dizzy and lightheaded, but minho’s fingers brushing your hair off your forehead and changbin and felix’s light touches help ground you, until your breathing slows into sleep.

—

you wake hours later to chan’s gentle voice in the room talking to minho, making your heartbeat sing at the thought of your person being back with you. opening your eyes felt impossible right now, so you let out a soft whine and unfurl your hand from where it was fisted into the blanket, hoping that he would hear you. it seems that he did, since he was at your side in less than a second, gripping your weak hand in both of his and kissing your knuckles over and over.

“hi, love,” he croons into your hand. “did these boys take good care of you?” you hum happily in response, feeling a little more lucid than you had before.

“mmhmm”, you say, finally prying open your eyes to meet his shining ones, full of endearment. “min made me soup and fed it to me. lix rubbed my feet. changbin looked pretty.”

he giggled, and you smile back, feeling better already.

which helps, because he became sick two days later, and you got to take care of him this time.

soft hours

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

The Art of Failing [2]

Werewolf!Joel Miller x F!Reader, Vampire!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Series Warnings: violence and mild gore, mentions of blood and injures, reader is described as active and able to fight, eventual smut, loss of a child, angst to fluff, more warnings to come based on individual chapters

Chapter Warnings: violence, mentions of blood and injuries

Word Count: 9.6k

Summary: The Division of Mythological Affairs was created to protect and serve the supernatural community while keeping the knowledge of their existence a secret. You hoped to become an Agent of the DMA like your mother before you. Just as your dream begins to fall apart at the seams, you stumble across a missing persons report that could change everything. You are desperate to solve the case, to prove your ability, and you find yourself with unlikely allies⏤ a werewolf running from his pack and a vampire shunned from his coven. The stakes are high, lives are at risk, and success hinges on the three of you learning to work together.

[a/n: sorry this came out a day late, but thank you to everyone who wished me luck on my interview😌]

DANGER AT DUSK

"you better hold on tight, spider monkey." -twilight (film)

The idea you came up with overnight was by no means ideal. After getting back to your apartment, you and Joel traded phone numbers and you said you’d text him in the morning with an idea. Tossing and turning all you could come up with was a finding spell. The finding spell itself was a good-ish idea, but with only a name you’d need someone especially skilled to cast it. That was where the problem lied. The best person you’ve ever met when it came to finding spells was your ex-boyfriend who you avoided like the plague.

However, this situation was obviously dire and you weren’t going to let your discomfort get in the way of reuniting Joel with Ellie.

Standing in your kitchen, still in your pajamas despite it being late in the morning, you sent Gavriil a text requesting his help and he, unsurprisingly, responded very quickly. ‘So good to hear from you, my queen. I’ll be eagerly awaiting your arrival.��� You blanched at the nickname and groaned. You typed out a text to Joel as well telling him he could start heading over to your apartment to discuss the plan. He didn’t respond immediately, and you set your phone down to search through the fridge for some juice. 

A knock nearly made you spill the juice you were attempting to pour. You nervously padded toward the front door and your first thought was Roberts had shown up since you weren’t answering his calls. However, a quick glance through the peephole relieved you of that worry. You unlocked the door and pulled it open with surprise, “Joel??”

“Hey.” He nodded. The flannel he wore was a different color but the overall outfit looked the same. You stared at him, your sleep heavy mind trying to wrap around the sight of him, and Joel took that time to drag his eyes up and down your body. You remembered you were just in your pajamas and squirmed in place. “Can I come in?”

“Right!” You stepped to the side and Joel passed you to enter. “I… I just texted you. How are you already here?”

“I was already in the neighborhood.”

“Already in the…” You blinked. “What time did you leave your house?” 

You walked back towards your kitchen and Joel followed without answering your question. He sat down at the small dining table off to the side of your kitchen and cleared his throat. You raised your eyebrows and he sighed, “I didn’t go home.”

“You didn’t… Joel, did you sleep in your car?” You asked in shock. Joel shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Why??”

“Don’t trust fangs.”

“The Mandalorians? Did you think they were gonna follow after us?”

“Dunno.” Joel drummed his fingers against the table. “Wasn’t gonna risk it.”

Your gaze softened at his words. It was touching that Joel essentially stood guard overnight because he didn’t trust that the Mandalorians wouldn’t come after the both of you. Your lips twitched into a small smile and you rubbed your arms. “Well, you should’ve told me. You could’ve, I don’t know, slept on my couch?”

“Didn’t need to. Not the first time I slept in my truck, won’t be the last, I reckon.”

“Still. Thanks.” You replied. Joel had been staring at his hands, but he lifted his gaze to finally meet yours. He gruffly shrugged away your appreciation, but a nervous energy lingered in his eyes. You pointed behind you to the counter, “Coffee?”

“Please.” Joel nodded. You turned to make a pot of coffee and the silence that filled your kitchen was far from uncomfortable. The machine was prepped with the pot in place and you were pressing buttons when Joel chimed up. “What’s the plan today, sweetheart?”

“Well,” You finished with the machine and turned back around, “I think our best bet is a finding spell.”

“Thought we talked 'bout this last night?” Joel shook his head. On the drive home yesterday, you had asked him if he attempted anything other than coming to the DMA for help and he confided in seeking out a Finder that came up with nothing. Either Ellie specifically was hidden or the location she was at had a charm to reflect finding spells. “Didn’t work.” 

“For Ellie.” You held up a finger. “I want to use a finding spell on the Mandalorian⏤ Din Djarin.” 

Joel furrowed his brow and rested his arm on the back of the chair so he could face you. “Thought you needed more than a name for that kind of spell.”

“Usually, yes, but I, uh, I know a guy.” You mumbled. The sound and smell of the dripping coffee swirled in the air around you. Joel took a slow deep breath and you assumed it was to soak in the comfort that came with the smell of morning coffee. “He’s a Xagrim warlock.” Joel’s face folded in a mix of surprise and wariness. The Xagrim clan of warlocks didn’t have the greatest reputation. The dark magic they chose to play with made them more weird than evil, but there was no denying that they had skilled members in their ranks. As you well knew. “So we’ll go see him.”

Joel nodded. “How do you know he’ll help? They aren’t known for their generosity.”

“Mhmm.” You grabbed two mugs and poured coffee in each. You asked if he needed anything for it, and when he shook his head you brought him over a mug and sat next to him. “He will definitely help us.”

“He owe you a favor or somethin'?”

“Something like that.” You said. Joel took a sip of his coffee and you shrugged and mumbled. “I, sort of, used to date him.”

Joel choked on the sip of coffee he had taken and it took him a minute to clear his throat. Finally, he motioned to you, “Really?” You bit your lower lip and gave an awkward nod. Surprisingly, Joel’s cheek twitched in amusement and you briefly saw a dimple before he coughed to hide a chuckle. “You dated a Xagrim warlock?”

“He seemed nice!”

“Was he?”

“Well, no. It wasn’t a, uh, good relationship by any means.” You sighed. Joel’s amusement vanished and you watched his eyes harden. He straightened up in his seat, and you could see the question in his eyes. You held a hand out. “No! It wasn’t⏤ He wasn’t abusive or anything. He was just… weird.” 

“How’s that?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain.” You tried to find an easy way to explain it without diving into the entirety of the relationship. “I hate using the word obsessed because it makes me feel conceited or something, but… He was obsessed with me. In a weird way.” Joel’s shoulders had relaxed marginally and you shrugged. “But hey, you know what they say about hindsight.”

Joel raised an eyebrow at you, “He’s a Xagrim warlock, sweetheart. Seems to me like regular sight should’ve caught that one.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and you got to see a flash of that same dimple before it disappeared again. Joel took a long sip of his coffee and when he settled the mug back down his solemn air returned. That same understandable worry and anxiety clouded his vision. 

“I’m gonna get ready, then we can get going.” You shot him a tight lipped smile.

“Thanks.” He murmured.

You picked up your mug to carry with you to your bedroom so you could finish it as you got ready for the day. It felt unusual to be getting ready for some place other than work. This time yesterday you had been pulling on your blazer and high tailing it to work to get coffee orders. You pushed aside the dress clothes in your closet to find something less formal. It still felt odd to wear what used to be your mother’s shoulder holster, but Gods forbid you need it and not have it. The last thing you pulled on was the same jacket from yesterday with the badge in the pocket. 

When you stepped out of your bedroom, Joel stood at your kitchen sink washing his coffee cup. You carried yours over to stop him, “Hey, you don’t gotta do that.”

“Ain't nothin', sweetheart.” He mumbled and reached out for your mug. “You done?”

You hesitated before shooting him a smile and handing him your empty cup. It was an oddly domestic task to watch a man wash dishes at your sink, and it reminded you of how painfully single you’ve been. Your last date was a couple months ago and it hadn’t been terrible, but it also hadn’t led to anything. As for an actual relationship, that had been over a year ago and you were going to go see him right now. Joel turned off the water and it jarred you back to the moment. Joel shook his hands dry, and you got your head back in the game.

Gavriil lived in a neighborhood where the supernatural tended to drift toward. There was no specific area designed for non human housing specifically, but like found like. His house was a small one nestled in a cul de sac, and if you remembered correctly Gavriil had a few warlock neighbors as well. When you pulled outside of his house, you heaved an involuntary sigh.

“You sure 'bout this?” Joel asked.

You forced a broad smile, “Yes! Absolutely. Gavriil is gonna cast the spell, we’re gonna find this Din Djarin guy, and we’ll have our next clue to get us to Ellie.”

“Alright.” Joel replied slowly. 

He still looked skeptical and you gave him a thumbs up before climbing out of the car. Before you could lose steam or determination, you sped walk to the front door with Joel only a step behind you. You rapped your knuckles against the front door and heard Gavriil calling out that he was coming. His voice alone made you cringe. The door swung open and Gavriil beamed at you. He was tall like Joel, but whereas Joel had strong, broad shoulders, Gavriil was skinny. Gangly would actually be a more apt term. 

“My queen!” He cooed with a smile. He reached out for a hug and you held out an arm to awkwardly pat his shoulder and keep him from wrapping his arms around you. Just as you remembered him, he wore a full, elaborate suit with a bow tie. His blond hair pushed back and out of his face. “It is so good to see you again.” His blue eyes raked up and down your body and you resisted the urge to shudder. “Oh, how I have missed you.”

“Thank you for having us, Gavriil.” You sighed. “Appreciate it.”

“Of course, of course! Come in!”

Gavriil turned to hurry back into his house and you hesitated for only a second before stepping in. Joel’s hand wrapped around your elbow and your eyes widened in surprise at his touch. Joel’s brow furrowed in confusion, “You dated that?” 

 “Uh, yes.” You replied with a bit of shame. “It was… a phase?” It wasn’t an entire lie. Back when you first started dating Gavriil, a portion of the decision had been focused on annoying your mother. “It wasn’t a long relationship.”

“You seem uncomfortable, sweetheart.” Joel replied as he shut the door behind the both of you. “Are you sure you’re okay bein' here? I don’t like the way he looks at… I just don’t like him.”

You appreciated him looking out for you. It must have been a wolf thing. Joel was just naturally protective. “It’s fine. I promise. I know he’s kind of odd.” The two of you walked deeper into the house through a foyer hallway and into a living room. You scrunched your nose at the pea green color of Gavriil’s walls⏤ recalling the familiar walls with disdain. “But he’s a nice guy overall. He’s just…” Your words came to a halt as your eyes landed on a two foot by two foot sized picture of you and Gavriil still hanging on the wall. A table covered in rose petals and unlit candles sat under it. “…insane.” 

“I cannot express to you how happy I was to receive your text, my queen.” Gavriil sighed. He must have noticed that you were still staring at the wall in shock. He chuckled, “I know. Beautiful, right? That was such a wonderful day.”

To be honest, you literally could not recall the day he was referencing. You were obviously in the picture and were out with him, but for the life of you there was no memory of that moment in your mind. You slowly shook your head, “Gavriil, this is…”

“Yes?”

“Look, I thought I made the text clear, this is strictly a business visit.” You said firmly. You motioned back to Joel. “This is Joel Miller. I’m currently working with him on a case⏤”

“I know what you said, but I can read between the lines.” Gavriil hummed. This had always been the problem with the warlock. He was delusional with the state of your relationship, and the pedestal he had placed you on was so uncomfortable. It tended to make your skin crawl. It wasn’t devotion or loyalty⏤ it was possession and obsession to a dizzying degree. “Let me get the two of you a drink. We can get around to the spell, and then afterwards the two of us…”

Gavriil was reaching out for you again. You were prepared to sidestep him and reiterate your boundaries, but Joel’s hand snapped out making you jump in surprise. Gavriil yelped as the wolf’s hand clamped down around his wrist. You turned your head to see his confusion from earlier had melted away into irritation. “It’s clear she don’t want you touchin' her.” Joel stepped closer but didn’t let go. “So either you keep your damn hands to yourself or I’ll rip 'em off. Got it?”

“G-Got it. I understand.” Gavriil blurted.

Joel roughly shoved the warlock’s hand back toward him. He focused back on you and you sucked in a sharp breath at the intensity of his gaze. Joel Miller was a werewolf with razor sharp claws and a snarling bite designed to kill, but the deadliest thing about this man had to be those brown eyes. Joel nodded, “You okay with that picture hangin' or you want it gone?”

“I… I’d like it gone.” You replied.

Gavriil jumped to try and pull it down, but Joel beat him to it. The wolf pulled the frame off the wall, slammed it onto the table so the glass of the frame shattered and tinkled to the floor, and when it was in pieces he took the picture itself. Gavriil watched, with terrified eyes, as Joel tore the picture to shreds right in front of him.  

“This makin' my point clear or do I need to spell it out for you?” Joel demanded.

“Nope! I am⏤ I am on the same page.” Gavriil stumbled over his feet as he backpedaled down the hall. “Let’s do a, uh, spell! Spell time. Yeah, we can⏤ okay.” 

The warlock rushed into a room stiff as a board and you let out an amused chuckle. Joel was already watching you when you shot a glance his way, and you shook your head, “You didn’t need to do all of that for me.”

“Was nothin'.” He shrugged.

“No, it was… thanks.” Joel gave you a small nod. “Anytime I’m mean to him, he just thinks I’m flirting with him.” You rolled your eyes.

You both drifted further down the hall. Joel shrugged, “I don’t think I’ll be havin' that problem with him.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t think you will.” You grinned and pointed to your own eyes jokingly. “The homicide in your eyes really gets the point across.” Joel chuckled. “But who knows? Maybe next time we have to hustle the warlock for a spell there’ll be a Joel Miller shrine hanging up.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

Gavriil’s casting room was as you remembered it as well, though you hadn’t spent much time in here at all. Dark walls to match the deep red carpet, windows painted black, a circular table at the center covered in an ivory colored cloth, and the bookshelves lining the floors were overflowing with more than just aged books. Bones, greenery, feathers, and things you couldn’t even recognize from a singular glance. Tools and tricks of his trade. When you stepped in, you scrunched your nose at the sharp smell of magic hanging in the air. It tickled your nose the same way antiseptic cleaners would but there was a sickly sweet undertone lingering with it. 

“For fuck’s sake.” Joel barked out gruffly.

“Sorry, I’ve been prepping for the spell.” Gavriil said while pulling things off his shelf to stack on the table. He rustled through a cabinet to find a golden thin, metal bowl that he set at the center of the table. “I know it’s strong. If you want you can wait outside⏤”

“Tryin' to get her alone??” Joel replied gruffly.

“Gods, no!” Gavriil balked and stumbled over his words before burying himself in boxes of his ingredients. He murmured under his breath and you could almost see the cold, panicked sweat dripping down the back of his neck. His hand shook as he found candles to light.

You sat down at the table and Joel took the seat beside you. A chuckle left you, “You’re just screwing with him now.”

“Maybe.” Joel shrugged and you loved the sight of the slightly crooked smirk that briefly graced his face. “Can’t say it’s not fun.” Joel being intimidating Gavriil just to be a little shit hadn’t been a side of him you expected to see, but you found it amusing. He tilted his head, “This seriously your type though, sweetheart?”

“No. I told you it was a phase.” You argued. “I don’t have a type. Not really.” Joel raised an eyebrow at you mockingly and you resisted the urge to shove him. “I don’t! And if I did, my type wouldn’t be gangly, obsessive warlocks.”

“Gods, I hope not.”

Gavriil glanced over his shoulder, “You know I can hear you, right?”

“Yeah?” Joel scoffed. “So?”

“Right.” Gavriil turned back to his work. You shot Joel a dry look and the wolf just shrugged at you nonchalantly. A minute or so later, the warlock was sitting down across from you and Joel with an armful of supplies. “This spell won’t give you an address by any means, but it will allow you to see what the person can see. Hopefully, you can identify their location based on that. It’s a quick look, only a minute at most. The tricky issue with finding someone by name is names can be common. Can you shut the door?” Joel leaned back in his seat and stretched his long arm out to swing the door shut. The room darkened so the only light came from the candles now lit on the table. “I can limit our search area which helps but…”

You shook your head, “Our guy’s name is Din Djarin. As long as you limit it to Austin, I think we’ll be good.”

Gavriil pointed at you in agreement and began to dust out a crushed red powder in concentric lines on top of the ivory cloth and surrounding the bowl. He poured water into the bowl, about halfway up, and sprinkled more ingredients into it. In terms of magic, you knew a spell or two off the top of your head, but those were two part spells that any chump off the street could pull off with the right materials. Nothing to the immense degree that Gavriil was putting together right now.

“The more minds working on this the better.” Gavriil said. “Place your hands on the basin and think his name in your head. Focus only on that name.” 

You settled your hands on your side of the basin alongside Joel, and his fingers pressed against yours. His skin was warm, unsurprising for a wolf, but you didn’t expect to fill you with a heat of your own. From where his fingers rested on top of yours, up your arm, into your chest, and down to your core, you felt ablaze. Enough so that you nearly pulled away in shock. If Joel was affected by the touch, he didn’t show it. His face remained folded in careful, gruff concentration. You forced your gaze to the rim of the bowl and tried to shove every other thought out of your head save for the Mandalorian’s name. It didn’t extinguish the fire now burning in your chest, but it would have to do.

Gavriil began to murmur words in a language you didn’t recognize and an unusual breeze filled the air. The water in the basin began to swirl and the ingredients that had been floating at the top drowned into the water and dissolved until the water itself began to glow a light blue. 

You were yelling the Mandalorian’s name in your head desperately. If this didn’t work you’d be back to useless with nothing to offer the wolf but condolences. Gavriil shouted a few more words and the candles blew out leaving the room in the dim glow of the water. An image began to swirl to life and simultaneously the three of you rose from your seats to peer in. 

“That’s funny.” Gavriil hummed. You narrowed your eyes at the image glowing in the bowl. It was a plain hallway with ugly pea green walls and the door Din Djarin was apparently staring at looked suspiciously like the door you had walked through only moments ago. “Looks like my⏤”

The realization clicked with both you and Joel at the same time. Unfortunately, it was the same second that Din Djarin kicked down the door. The vampire came barreling through the door in his armor and slammed it directly into Joel who was sent to the ground with a grunt. In one movement, the Mandalorian flipped the table to take Gavriil down, not that the yelping warlock required much work, and a gloved hand clamped around your throat. You clawed uselessly at the hand as Din dragged you out into the hall to slam you into the wall. 

You hissed in pain and your eyes widened as you found yourself staring at your own reflection as the Mandalorian’s helmet sat inches away from your face. In a low, deadly voice⏤ modulated by his armor⏤ he spoke a string of rushed Mando’a followed by English.

“Why are you searching for me? Who sent you?” He squeezed tighter around your neck and you winced in pain. Din pushed you harder against the wall as he barked out, “Where is Grogu!?”

You didn't have the air to voice your confusion, but it didn't matter. A large body tackled the armored man and you dropped to the ground gasping for air. You rubbed your neck instinctively and stared wide eyed as a monstrous sized, brown wolf wrestled the Mandalorian to the ground. They were a blur of russet and silver.

“Joel!” You cried out in concern. It was hard to see who had the upper hand. Every time Joel seemed to get ahead the vampire managed to slip out of his jaws, and whenever Din Djarin had him pinned down the wolf managed to twist away. All that actually mattered was the flash of red. They were crashing through Gavriil’s furniture, but the smears of red blood against the warlock’s carpet called out to you like a siren’s song. Joel was bleeding.

You sprinted back into the spell room and cursed when you saw a bookcase of materials had been knocked over. Based on the shreds of clothing scattering the floor by the splintered wood, you assumed that had been Joel. Quickly, still hearing the sounds of the fight, you scrambled for two familiar ingredients. You found the first, phoenix ash, but the second was eluding you.

“Gavriil! Where’s your dragon’s breath!?” You yelled. Gavriil whimpered in response as he hid under the remains of his table. You picked up a book and threw it at him. “Gavriil! Dragon’s breath! Now!”

The warlock crawled to the side, wincing when another loud crack came from the living room, and rooted inside a drawer before holding out a thin circular jar filled with the volatile air. You snatched it from his hand and opened the first lid to push in as much of the phoenix ash as you could then rushed back out to the living room while shaking it in your hand. You could feel the glass beginning to grow hot.

Din and Joel remained tangled with one another in a fight and as much as you wanted to help you knew getting in between the two able bodies would crush you in a second. Their combined strength would grind your bone to dust.

The jar was beginning to burn against your skin, but the moment you waited for came. Din grasped Joel by the fur and threw him hard enough into the unlit fireplace that bricks shook loose. You sprinted forward to jump onto Din’s back⏤ wrapping around him like monkey. Din’s hands reached back to grab you by arm and he flipped you over his shoulder. You hit the ground, losing all the air in your lungs, but as he was bent over and still in your face, you clapped your hands together and smashed the thin, burning glass in your hands. A bright flash of burning light went off directly in his face. Helmet or no helmet, with the bottled sunlight going off so close to him, Din grunted in pain and fell back and collapsed in a heap of silver armor. 

That bought you at least a few minutes.

The downside to setting off the spell directly into Din’s face was that it had also succeeded in blowing back on you. You weren’t a vampire so it didn’t knock you out, and you had closed your eyes in time to avoid blinding yourself, but your cheeks burned as if you had been out in the sun too long. You felt shards of glass resting on your face but your hands stung too much to try and rub them away.

“Fuck.” Joel’s voice was suddenly in your space, he grunted out your name. Those same hot hands cupped one side of your face while the other carefully brushed away the shards of glass. “Sweetheart, open your eyes.” You slowly blinked your eyes open, wincing a bit, and were met with Joel’s eyes blown wide with worry. “There you go. Good girl.”

“Got him.” You croaked followed by a groan. Joel was kneeling beside you and he helped you sit up. “Are you…” Joel’s nose was bleeding and blood covered his teeth and stained his lower lip. Bruises lined his body and you caught sight of a cut on his side, but your gaze was derailed. Your eyes had set out on an innocent mission of ensuring he was safe and took a sharp nose dive into admiration. Joel had freckles on his broad shoulders, ones born of being out in the sun, and somehow he looked even more broad naked. Your gaze traced down his chest, peppered in dark and silver hair, to the small pudge of belly and then down to⏤ Your eyes snapped back up to his and you didn’t know how it was physically possible but your face burned hotter now than it did seconds ago with a literal handheld bomb going off  above you. “Okay.” Joel’s brow furrowed and you cleared your throat. “Are you okay?? The fight?”

Joel shook his head, “I’m fine, sweetheart. Don’t worry 'bout me.”

“You don’t look fine.” Mindlessly, you reached out and brushed your thumb against the corner of his mouth where a bit of blood escaped. The touch lasted a second before you were snatching your hand back into your own personal space. “The um… the vampire.”

You turned in place, away from the very naked Joel Miller, and over to where Din Djarin still laid on the ground. Gavriil had come out of the room and your eyes widened when you saw he had drawn a large containment circle around the fallen vampire. He gave you a tight lipped smile, “I helped.”

“You did.” You blew out a tired breath and glanced back at Joel with a tight lipped smile. “He did.”

Joel groaned in exhaustion.

You sat cross legged on the floor staring at the vampire who was bound to wake up soon. Joel was off with Gavriil seeking out a pair of pants or some kind of covering, and you absentmindedly rubbed at your neck. Of all the parts of you that hurt, your neck was the least of your problems, but being pinned against the wall by your throat at the hands of a Mandalorian had been jarring. The entire moment had been so high adrenaline. You were only just now grasping everything that had happened.

There was a quiet gasp and you straightened your posture as the Mandalriaon sat up quickly. His head swiveled to the sides taking in the scene before landing on you. You awkwardly gave a wave, “Hi. Me again.” You shrugged. “Sorry about the bottled sunlight, but you were tossing around my friend so… I think we’re kind of even, you know?”

“Who are you?” He demanded, voice hoarse. 

You quickly introduced yourself then motioned to him, “And you are Din Djarin. Right?” The Mandalorian didn’t respond. “That’s okay. Don’t actually need confirmation.” You cleared your throat and rubbed at your neck again. “So, is Grogu your kid?”

Din tensed, shoulders went stiff, before he jumped to his feet. You startled at the sudden movement, but Joel’s voice barked from down the hall. “Hey!” You pushed to stand and Joel rushed over. He wore a silk, kimono style bathrobe that ended mid thigh and strained against his wide shoulders. A laugh slipped out of you, and Joel turned to watch you slap a hand over your mouth. The navy blue silk decorated with a Japanese landscape and flowers was tied at his waist but you could still see most of his chest. Joel gave you a dry look and you shook your head⏤ keeping your hand locked over your mouth. Joel grumbled and turned back around. “Back off, bloodsucker.”

His voice still managed to carry the weight of his threat despite the ridiculous robe on him. You set a hand on his arm in reassurance. Joel held your stare for a beat before sighing and backing away from the trapped vampire. He crossed his arms and stood a step right behind you like a kimono covered guard dog. When you looked back to Din, you finally noticed the black ichor on his side. Vampires didn’t bleed⏤ not like we did at least.

“Shit.” You blurted and leaned to the side to try and see the origin of his wound. The suit under his armor was saturated in the black blood like fluid that oozed from his wound, and you could see torn material, but you couldn’t make out the degree of the injury. “You’re hurt.”

“Good.” Joel blurted.

You gave the wolf a glare that he didn’t wilt under and Din seemed to still no react to your reaction of his wounds. The air around you hung awkward and tense. Finally, you sighed and shifted your weight. “I think we got off on the wrong foot here.” You tried again. “You probably don’t recognize me, but yesterday morning⏤”

“I remember you.” Din cut you off curtly. “You were in the hallway. DMA Headquarters.”

“Yeah!” You nodded. “We passed one another. I spoke to the Captain right after you and I saw that you filed a missing persons report for your kid.” You motioned back to Joel. “This is Joel Miller. He came in later that afternoon for a similar reason. Him and I are working together to find his daughter and any other missing kid⏤ there’s been a weird amount of them this last month.” Din’s helmet tilted marginally and you wished you could see his face to garner a guess at how this was going. “We went to the Mandalorian coven to find you in hopes that maybe something you knew could help us.”

Din crossed his own arms, mimicking Joel’s stance, “I know. I was tipped off that someone was looking for me. That’s why I found you. I don’t need a human and a wolf chasing after me and getting in my way.”

“Fuckin' Mandalorian⏤” Joel grumbled.

You shot the wolf a light glare over your shoulder before turning back to Din. “Look, I know this isn’t an ideal situation by any means, but the enemy of my enemy is my friend.” You pasted on the best friendly smile you could muster. “Ipso facto, we’re friends!”

Joel and Din responded at the same time in an unsurprising way.

“We are not friends.”

“We ain’t friends with him.”

You blew out a breath and tried to get a handle on this again. “Look. I get it. Werewolves and vampires have been at each others’ throats for a millenia.” You clasped your hands together then winced at the stinging wounds that brushed against one another. “But you’re not that different.” Both men began to argue. “You’re both fathers.” Joel and Din went silent. “You’re fathers who would do anything to protect your kid, and right now that’s all that matters. Whether you guys like it or not, we’re on the same side.”

After a long pause that you prayed would end with agreement, Din shook his head, “How do you expect me to trust you either, human? You’re DMA and their hands have been in all of this. If the wolf had half a mind he wouldn't trust you either.”

“Well, actually I’m not officially⏤ wait, what?” You blurted. Din’s gaze was covered by dark glass, but you could still feel his stare boring into you. “The DMA… What the hell are you talking about?”

“You don’t know?”

You stepped forward, panicked and frazzled, and Joel’s hand wrapped around your wrist but you didn’t turn around, “Don’t know what??”

“The Division of Mythological Affairs is involved. Either in covering it all up or directly, I don’t know yet.” Din responded. Your jaw fell open to argue, but the words got caught in your throat. “I have an inside source. A siren that works with the DMA as an informant. She let it slip. That’s why I haven’t been back⏤ why I’m handling this alone.”

One of your hands lifted to rest on your forehead as you tried to wrestle together an argument. There was no reason to trust a vampire who had hearsay from a siren. There was no reason to believe that the DMA would have their hands in something so dirty. There was no reason for you to doubt the organization your mother had been a part of, the one you wanted to be a part of, except… Deep in your belly, there was a vague nagging suspicion. Not enough to vocalize, not enough to stomach, not enough to grasp. It left a shadow of doubt in your mind though and that made you nauseous. 

You needed to talk to Captain Roberts. 

Not listen to his voicemails or call him back.

No, you needed to sit down in front of him and demand answers.

At the very least, he could restore your good faith in the DMA and help you find the missing kids. 

“How long has your child been missing?” Din suddenly asked. 

Joel’s hand around your wrist, the one you just now noticed was still there, tightened at his question. He hummed, “It’ll be 48 hours tonight.”

“I assume they were taken from your home.” Din said. “Do you live in the Dripping Springs neighborhood?”

“Yeah, how’d you⏤”

“That’s where we were. The area at least, my son and I.” Din replied as his shoulders sunk. His next words were mostly mumbled to himself, “I never should have left him alone. I thought it would be safer, I was on a hunt, but…”

Determined, you tugged your hand away from Joel to kneel down and begin rubbing a break in the containment circle. Joel grasped your shoulder with a warning hiss. Gavriil, who you thought had stepped outside to hide, cried out in alarm. You hushed away their worries and broke the circle. When you stood back up, Din was closer. Nearly chest to chest, but you kept your shoulders back and your chin high.

“We’re gonna save them. Ellie.” You motioned back to Joel. Then you nodded toward Din, “Grogu.” The vampire stiffened. “All the kids. We’re gonna find and save them, but we’re stronger together than apart.” You sucked in a breath to settle your nerves. “Please, Din, will you help us? Will you let us help you?”

The silence that filled the room was achingly long, but Din finally gave a curt nod of his head. You couldn’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief. It was official. You had managed to string together the weirdest team in history, but it was a team nonetheless. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. 

“Now, to catch us up to speed, I assume you’ve already tried a finding spell?” You asked. Din tilted his head at you deadpan. “Right. And it didn’t work. So, taken from the same region about the same time, both your son and his daughter can’t be found via tracking spell. I think that’s enough evidence to say this has to be connected. Although, I can’t figure out what the kids would have in common. A vampire and⏤”

“Grogu is not a vampire. Not… entirely, at least.” Din said. “I don’t think his other half is human, but to be honest I couldn’t guess the other side of his genetic makeup.” 

“So, he’s mixed, just like…” You glanced back at Joel who looked surprised himself.

It wasn’t surprising for a Mandalorian to adopt a non-vampire child. They had a tendency to pick up stray humans as well. But if you had learned one thing from your mother it was this⏤ there are no coincidences in this line of work. If you didn’t have a good enough reason to visit Roberts at DMA Headquarters before you sure as hell did now. You wanted to look at the other missing person cases and see how many of those kids were mixed.

“I need to meet with someone. Joel, I’ll drive you to my place first so you can pick up your truck.” You said. “Then we can meet up at my place later today? After I, uh, get some more information.” Joel seemed agreeable and his dark eyes stayed narrowed at Din as if waiting for the vampire to annoy him in some other way. However, Din just bobbed his head once⏤ ignoring the wolf. You passed Din to step into the kitchen and rooted through a kitchen drawer to fetch a notepad and pen. “Here. Let me write down my address.”

“I already know where you live.” Din responded as you scribbled it down.

“You already…Wait, you already know where I⏤” You looked up to question him further but somehow the vampire was just gone. You scanned the living room as if his large, silver form would be hiding behind Gavriil’s skinny form or if he’d be cowered under the remains of the couch. “Oh.”

“Fuckin' fanged stalker.” Joel grumbled.

You tossed aside the notepad. If Din knew where you lived already, you wondered if that meant he had been following you and Joel all morning⏤ or even last night. Gavriil cleared his throat and you and Joel focused on him. He wrung his hands, “This has been fun, and it has been so good to see you, but erm…” The warlock scrunched his features up as he sought out his words. “Can you both leave?”

A sheepish smile flickered on your features, “Right. Thanks so much, Gavriil. Sorry about the…” You motioned out to the absolutely wrecked living room. “The mess.” The warlock was quick to usher you both our of his home and the last word you got in was the promise to send him some money to make up for the damages⏤ though you doubted you had the kind of money to fix much of this. 

Standing outside his door, Joel hummed, “Good news, I don’t think he’ll be botherin' you ever again.”

“True.” You nodded and shot him a smirk. “Also, you got that really cool robe.”

“That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

The best part of screening all your calls, and purposefully ignoring Roberts’, meant that you had technically not been fired yet. Can’t be fired if you refuse to talk to your boss. Nima had called you on your way in to check in on you after yesterday, and you got to inform her that you were working with a werewolf and a vampire to find missing children. Not just any werewolf or vampire either. A werewolf with no pack and a vampire shunned from his coven. You managed to render Nima speechless which was not an easy feat.

“Just please, please, please be careful.” She pleaded over the phone. “This sounds dangerous as hell.”

“I will, Nima.” You reassured.

“Yeah? Because from what I hear, you’ve already been choked out by a Mandalorian and you visited your weirdo ex.”

You nodded. “In my defense, the Mandalorian didn’t choke me out. He just…grabbed me roughly.” Without saying a word, you could hear her skepticism somehow. “Plus! Thanks to Joel, I don’t think Gavriil is gonna bother me again.”

“Really??”

As you walked into the Headquarters, keeping your head down, you told her about what Joel had done for you. You were half distracted during your story telling trying to keep an eye out for any face that could mean you trouble. 

“We also destroyed half his house so that could be part of it.” You mumbled at the end of your story. You peered around the corner to see Captain Roberts’ personal assistant still sitting at the desk outside his office. The Captain usually ended up staying late. He had a bad habit of letting his work seep into after hours, but he never forced his assistant to linger with him. She left on time, and being that it was a few minutes after five she had to be leaving soon. 

“Interesting.” Nima said. You pulled back around the corner and hid off to the side on your phone. “Sounds like he was very… protective over you.”

You snorted, “He’s a wolf, Nima. That’s kind of their thing.”

“Yeah, for their pack, which you said he does not have,” Nima replied, “Or…”

“Or?”

“Babe, do I really need to say it?”

“That would be helpful, yes.”

Nima scoffed, “He’s into you!”

You shook your head immediately as if she’d be able to see your disbelief, “No. His daughter is missing and⏤”

“I’m not saying he’s gonna be making a move. Obviously, his priorities are on his family as they should be, but I think it speaks to some level of interest that he’s instinctively protective of you.”

“That’s⏤ You’re⏤ No.”

It was a weak argument, but you couldn’t let your mind get stuck on that line of thought. It was distracting enough that you could easily recall the strong lines of his bare body. If you started picturing the taste of his skin on your tongue, or the warmth the brush of his hand alone could bring, you’d drown in your desire at just the sight of him. Right now, with the stakes being what they are, you couldn’t afford to let anything slow you down.

Nima began to argue when you spotted the very pregnant assistant leave her desk and start walking down the hall away from you. “Nima, I gotta go.”

You waited until she was in the elevator and off the floor entirely before hurrying around the corner to Roberts’ office. The door was locked with a code, but it was one you knew by heart. Once in, you shut the door behind you and began to search his office. Any missing persons report got stored with the Captain for at least a few months. Once enough time had passed, or if the case was solved, it got moved to the digital records alone. All of the kid cases you wanted to see would still be active. 

The stack you were able to find in the filing cabinet was about half of the ones filed. You couldn’t find any others, but this would at least be a start. You dropped down into the Captain’s chair and began to flip through the case files. The main information you were seeking didn’t take long. Half-nymph. Half-vampire. Half-siren. Half-fae. Half-djinn. It was the trend you thought you might find. Just like Ellie and Grogu, all the other kids were mixed. You threw aside the folders and sunk in the chair. This was plainly obvious to see. It was a pattern that anybody off the street could look at and notice. 

How could an entire organization, skilled and trained Agents, look at this and not see it?

Din’s words haunted you and you felt ill. 

Realistically, you should leave now before you got caught, but you needed answers. You needed someone to look you in the eyes and admit to this disaster. You sat in Roberts’ chair waiting, knowing he’d have to be back eventually, but after ten minutes of wallowing in the worst case scenario thoughts that flooded your mind you began to nosily root around his desk drawers. In the drawer on the same side of his computer, you found a picture of Roberts and your mother. It reminded you a lot of the picture you kept of you and your mother at your graduation. They were celebrating and there was pride in Roberts’ eyes.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

Your eyes snapped up to see the Captain standing in his doorway with his eyes narrowed at you in annoyance. You shook your head, “Nobody has fired me yet.”

“First, that is not the winning loophole you think it is.” Roberts replied and came around his desk. You stood from the chair and circled at the same time so your positions were reversed. “Second, I meant what are you doing in my office?”

“Finding answers.”

“Did you find them?”

You stayed silent and just stared. Roberts’ looked more worn down than before, exhausted, and the tired lines were carved into his aged features. He sat down in his chair and readjusted the mess you left on his desktop. “The missing kids.” You blurted. “Tell me the DMA is working on solving the case and they aren’t involved in any other unsavory way.”

“Cases. Plural.”

“No. Case.” You corrected again. “And the fact that nobody else sees that makes me seriously question what’s going on here.” Roberts remained silent. “You not giving me a straight answer isn’t helping, Roberts.”

“Kid, it’s not that simple⏤”

“No.” You repeated yourself, and you felt anger began to boil under your skin. “It is that simple. Hell, it’s black and white. Is the DMA looking the other way on this case purposefully??” 

Roberts leaned back in his chair and his fingers drummed against the desk. You were too amped up to sit down. It was a miracle you weren’t pacing the floor in front of him. Finally, he flattened his hand on the desk and sighed, “The DMA now is not the DMA your mother was familiar with. Things have changed and not for the better.” You knew what his answer was most likely to be, but hearing it in his voice made it all the more real. “We are not actively pursuing the case.”

“Are you fucking kidding me⏤”

“Look⏤”

“They’re kids, Roberts!” You slammed your hands on his desk. “Literal children! The youngest I saw in the case files I found was a 2 year old!” Roberts at least had the decency to look ashamed at your outburst. “You’re okay with this??”

His eyebrows furrowed into a glare, “Of course, I’m not⏤”

“Then why aren’t you doing anything!?”

“My hands are tied!” Captain Roberts roared. It was the loudest you had heard him raise his voice at you and it was filled with desperation. “I’m damned if I do, damned if I don’t, and the powers that be will not allow a low level Captain rock the boat.” Roberts always seemed to carry so much responsibility and respect that hearing him refer to himself as low level felt wrong. “They’ll get rid of me in a heartbeat and put someone in this office who will actively try to please them instead of just appeasing them when necessary.” Roberts scoffed. “The system is broke.”

You threw a hand up, “Then let’s fix the system.”

Roberts stared at you for a long moment before sighing, “You sound just like your mother.” He locked his jaw and rubbed his face once before adding. “She thought she could change the world too.”

“Roberts…”

His eyes darted beyond you, up to the wall where a clock sat, and he stood up, “You need to leave.” You began to argue. “This is not up for debate, kid.” Roberts pulled out a drawer to root around until he found one of his business cards. He flipped it over to scribble on the back. Roberts came around the desk to shove it into your hand and began to push you toward the door. “Find Agent Brancato. He’s undercover and I’m not the lead on his unit so I can’t offer any leaders, but he can help.”

“Roberts, come with me.” You turned on your heels to face him. “Help me find him and solve the case. Together we can⏤”

“I can’t, kid.” He sighed and reached out to squeeze your shoulder. His eyes scanned your features, “Your mother meant a lot to me. She was the daughter I never had and…” Roberts shook his head. “I wish you would let this go, but I know you won’t because she wouldn’t. Just please be careful.”

“I will.” You mumbled. A million more questions lingered in your mind, but Roberts was shutting his office door before a single one could be uttered. You stood there a little longer in hopes that the Captain would reopen the door and offer you more concrete answers, but it remained sealed shut. You heaved a sighed and began to leave.

The card in your hand had the name ‘Tim Brancato’ written on the back with no further information. It wasn’t a name you were familiar with, but if he worked in the undercover world that made sense. He wouldn’t be very good at his job if you had heard of him. You could always twist Gavriil’s arm into another name finding spell, but this name was a lot more common if you had to guess. Plus, most Agents warded themselves against that kind of spell. 

The parking garage was empty which wouldn’t normally worry you at this time, but a ball of anxiety sat heavy in your gut right now. Maybe it was just the talk with Roberts that had put you on edge. You took steady steps to your vehicle but they slowed when you spotted someone by your car. Miles Jackson had his arms crossed as he leaned against the back of your car. You tensed at the sight of him. He caught your eye and lifted his hand to give you a mocking wave. Before you could react, rough hands grabbed you from behind and a bag was pulled over your head. 

You screamed in alarm but a thick and heavy hand clamped down over your mouth through the bag. Multiple hands manhandled you and dragged you across the parking garage floor. You threw your elbows back and tried to kick out, but without a line of vision your attacks were useless. A car door slid open nearby, one found on a van, and you were suddenly shoved forward. You grunted in pain when your knees hit the metal of the van’s back. 

“Get off me!” You screamed and thrashed but a knee pressed down in the middle of your spine.

As soon as the pressure was applied it was immediately taken off and you heard the familiar sounds of a fight filled the air. You scrambled to get the bag off of your head as something heavy hit the van hard enough to shake the entire thing. The second you had the bag off, you flipped over to face out the door and drew your gun. Panting, you held it at the ready, but the person standing outside the van door hadn’t been what you expected.

“Din?” You breathed. 

He had his hand tangled in the jacket of an unfamiliar man who was half unconscious and weakly thrashing. Din’s helmeted gaze met yours and with little effort he threw the man in his arm back. You heard the heavy body hit the ground. 

“Are you alright?” Din asked. You were still trying to let the shock wear off, and Din surprised you by holding out a hand. It shook you out of your disbelief. You took his hand and he helped pull you out of the van⏤ letting go of you as soon as you were on your feet. Two other men were lying unconscious at Din’s feet. 

“Where did you… How did you…” You tried to decide which question you wanted to ask first.

“I didn’t trust you.” Din responded. “No offense.” You blinked and slid your gun back into the holster. “I saw you were coming here and I had to be certain you weren’t with them.”

“With them?”

Din nodded back toward the building you had left, “The DMA.”

You rubbed your face briefly and scanned the ground. “There should be one more guy. Miles Jackson.”

“A man got into his car and sped away. I didn’t give chase. Should I have?”

You pushed past Din to reach the barrier of the parking garage and peered over the edge. You were on the third floor and as you scanned the roads below you spotted Jackson’s flashy, red camaro. As he sped away, the vehicle faded into the distance⏤ merging with the red and orange hues that decorated the dusk skyline. “No.” You heaved a sigh and shook your head. “We gotta get out of here. I got the info we needed.”

“And that is?”

You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the card to hold out to the vampire beside you. His gloved fingers took it from you so he could read both sides. “That man. Tim Brancato. We find him, we find answers.”

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A request via DM from @respecttheno:

I mean i have this idea in mind and i dunno who to peddle it to. Its about reader being too cute that five gets cute aggression and you know, one thing leads to another, probably something smutty. Or basically just him being unable to take how cute the reader is that he becomes aggressive, i'll leave the details up to you, your writing is really good, maybe you can whip something up with my idea.

So here we go! Cute aggression sexy sex. Hope it lives up to expecatations!

Goddamn Darling | Five Hargreeves/ f Reader 2.1k words

You had a certain look that Five couldn’t help but be fascinated by. It creased your brow and pouted your lips like a toddler about to lose their mind. It happened from time to time when you were frustrated, inconvenienced or annoyed. It had a strange effect on him, that look. You were too damn pretty when you were pissed off that way. Not when you were really angry or upset, but at that perfect point of disquiet beyond mild but below major.

Directed at other people, that look on your face spurred him to protect: to put himself between you and whichever asshole made you feel that way. Directed at himself, however, that look made him feel two conflicting desires: to kiss every inch of you until you were smiling again, but also to manhandle you, pull at you, even crush you under the sole of his shoe. Not to hurt you, not really: he’d never do anything like that. But still, the feeling was there. And it drove him crazy. smut below cut

He knew it was wrong for that feeling to make him hard, but there it was. 

You were catching up on emails when his hands came to your shoulders, massaging them gently. 

“They aren’t paying you to work in the evenings, dearest. Come downstairs, I made dinner.”

“Sorry, I’ve got to get ahead of these before the morning,” you sigh, “my boss has been riding my ass this week.”

“Hm,” he said, hands coming over your shoulders to caress your neck,  “We can’t have that: I’m the only boss allowed to ride your ass.”

You dismissed this with a tsk and ignored his roving hands, his breath on your skin as he stooped to kiss your neck, gently.

“I’ll be another half-hour,” you said, “sorry to miss dinner. I’ll warm mine later.”

But one of his hands reached over your shoulder and closed your computer. 

“Hey!” you said, looking around at him.

And there it was. That look. The furrowed brow, the crinkled nose and your lower lip pooching out.

Almost by reflex, his left hand tightened around your shoulder. His other hand came to cup your face, angling it harshly upwards and towards him to give him the best possible view.

A lick of fire behind his eyes, tension in his neck and jaw.

“God,” he growled, “you are so fucking cute.”

The hand on your shoulder suddenly grabbed your shirt. He used the grip to pull you to your feet, chin still tightly held in his other hand. Holding you there for the moment, his eyes scanned your face: the pure, clear, soft skin; the way it dimpled and discolored around the hard press of his fingers. 

Beautiful.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he said, punctuating the sentence by shaking you, “you know what you do when you give me that look?”

“What look?” you said, hotly.

“That look!” he hissed, turning you so that you were looking directly into his wild face. Petulant; adorable; tantalizingly vulnerable.

He surged forward, bumping your nose with his and tugging at your lips with his teeth. The hand on your shoulder jumped to your head and he balled his fist around the length of your hair. He pulled, slightly too hard to be described as gentle, tilting your head backwards and holding you fast, angled perfectly for his tongue to explore. Taking advantage of this, he deepened the kiss, his teeth hitting your teeth, his tongue laying claim to every square inch of your mouth it could reach. 

He growled into your mouth frustratedly before coming up for air, lips swollen, pupils dilated and nostrils flared. He was breathing hard, like he'd sprinted a mile. You felt yourself flush, your body responding to him in delay, in shock at his sudden attack. His fist tightened in your hair, teeth gritting together as he looked at you. Beneath your shirt, you felt your nipples harden, 

He backed off, tried to get himself under some degree of control. He put aside the fire in his belly, the writing mass of heated serpents coiling deep in stomach and the tight press of his pants against a throbbing hard-on. He relaxed his fingers with difficulty and tried to give you a reassuring smile.

“Sorry,” he said, “Are you okay? I got carried away there. You’re just…you’re so,” he sighed and shook his head, at a loss for words.

“What am I going to do with you?” he finished, not quite disengaging from you, but backing off enough to be respectful.

Your answer surprised him. Looking directly into his eyes, your brow pinched again into that sour look. 

“Anything. I want you to do absolutely anything with me.” 

His cock jumped in his pants.

As if pulled forward from the groin, he was on you again. This time, one of his hands squeezed your cheeks together, squishing your lips as he kissed them. With his forward steps, he compelled you backwards too fast for you to keep up with, making you stumble backwards. At this, he lifted you into his arms for the final few steps and threw you bodily onto the bed. He climbed on top of you immediately, pinning you in place with a tight squeeze of his thighs. 

He leaned over so that his nose was an inch from yours, his fingers scrunching tightly at the hair above your temples and pulling painfully. When he spoke, all his teeth were visible. 

“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” he said, softly, “You realize that? I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

You just looked up at him, eyes telling him that this was more than okay with you. Your pussy was already wet and ready for him to enter you with no resistance. Looking up at Five, looking back at you so aggressively and knowing he was about to brutalize you? Was there a better aphrodisiac?

You bit your lip and he grunted, rutting his crotch into you as he sat up again, removing his own shirt and allowing you to pull off your own.

“So fucking cute,” he whispered, feverishly, still grinding into you as you finished with your shirt. 

The moment they were fully revealed, his mouth was at your left breast, sucking a bruise into one and slapping the other with an open hand. He laughed in satisfaction at your little hiss of pain and dug his teeth cruelly into the spot he’d just marked. 

The pain made you whimper and jerk your hips upwards into his. His eyes were trained on your face, watching your reactions and chasing them as far as they would go. Though his hair partially obscured his eyes as it slipped out of his neat side part, it couldn’t obscure the piercing, menacing expression there.

Still gently nibbling at the breast between his teeth, he gave the nipple of the other a hard flick and a harsh squeeze between his finger and thumb. As you cried out, he switched his mouth to suck briefly on the newly stinging nipple before taking the swell of this breast into his mouth too. Much like the universe, Five was always a sucker for balance. He again sucked, bit and raised a purple love bite as he slapped your left breast, flicking and pinching at this nipple in its turn. He wanted to be able to look back at you tomorrow, marked with his teeth, and remember this moment.

His roving right hand found its way beneath your skirt, stroking at the crotch of your panties: probably transparent from the soaking you'd already given them. He gave a growling chuckle as he felt the evidence of what he was doing to you.

He raised his head for a better view of your face. Your mouth gaped wide, allowing him to see the saliva glistening on your tongue. Still too fucking cute, still too fucking adorable. Still absolutely, maddeningly, infuriatingly goddamn darling. 

Unable to take it anymore, he climbed off you abruptly and grabbed your hips, nails digging into the flesh.

“Turn over. Head down.” he said, pulling you into position and lifting your hips so that your ass is in the air, “Turn your head,” he said, “let me see that face.”

You looked over your shoulder, just able to see Five’s face, suffused with rage and lust which commingled into a stony, burning force. With his eyes locked tight on yours, you heard his zip, the metal-on-metal clink of his belt buckle. The familiar, evocative sound made your pussy gush again. You felt his hands creep up your skirt, flip it up and pull your panties aside. With an intake of breath, his eyes briefly left yours to devour the sight before him.

And he slapped you across both buttocks: hard.

“Ah!” you yelped, indignant and irritated in equal measure.

But, unknowingly, you made the mistake of pulling that face again as he caught your eye.

Five’s lips curled upwards into a snarl, exposing sharp canines beneath.

“Gonna fucking…I’m gonna...”

But words failed him, leaving his cock to state his intent. He took himself into a tight grip and nosed his dick sharply between your legs. He looked into your eyes, darkness filling his yet still looking at you for your confirmation. Looking right back at him, right into the just-restrained aggression, you spoke deliberately:

“Fuck me.”

He let out a breath he’d been holding. He didn’t need telling twice. He poked at your wetness  until, with a guttural noise, he slipped in tight and to the hilt, nails digging into your hips with the keenness of his pleasure.

In this position, his cock fit you like a hand in a glove. You couldn’t help but moan as it filled you, its perfect curve hitting you in that sweetest place. He began to thrust with ferocity that left you gasping for air. Though he wasn’t always a gentle lover, this was something else. His fingers pressed into you: flexing, pulling and clawing at the flesh of your hips. It wouldn’t just be your breasts left bruised by the time he was done.

He slammed into you, grip tightening even more as he watched your ass ripple every time his hips collided with yours. You pushed backwards onto him, bouncing your ass and matching him thrust for thrust.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, eyes closed now, neck arching backwards, “you’re so fucking…” he didn’t finish, instead,  letting out a moan that sounded more like a whimper.

As he filled you - drilled you, even - the pressure built inside you. You could feel pleasure reverberating from the rough, fevered kneading of his dick against your g-spot, from the rough coupling and way he grunted with every press into you. His hands occasionally left your hips to slap hot, red prints across your buttocks. 

Finally, he leaned forward and grabbed you by the shoulders, barely pausing in his harsh, abrupt fucks into you. He pulled you to balance only on your knees, before shifting his fingers inwards so that they pressed lightly around your neck. Using this hold as a brace, he started to slam into you harder than ever.

“Oh shit!” you shrieked, the change of angle and his hands pressing into your throat redoubling the pleasure inside you, “Oh shit, Five!”

Hearing his name drawn out on your lips felt like a prayer of supplication. This, and the walls of your cunt trembling around him as you came was almost the final straw for him.

“Look. at. me.” he said, through teeth ground tightly together. 

Mind nearly blank from your ongoing release, your neck nevertheless turned in his grasp, looking over your shoulder to meet his eye. What he saw in yours, you never knew, but the result electrified him. 

Though you didn’t think they could, his hips sped up even more, fingers tightening. He didn’t consciously let go, but he must have done, because all his muscles loosened. Growling shouts spilled incoherently from his mouth as hot come spilled explosively from his cock. All you could do was try to stay upright as he desperately rode out every spasm: every electric shock up his dick as it spurted inside you. 

Finally, he slowed down, his forehead pressed against your back, his breathing beginning to return to normal. Simultaneously, you both lay on the bed, his softening cock slipping out of you with the movement. He pulled you close to him, his chest pressed against your back, and you let your body melt into his.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, kissing your hair.

You nodded, still too overwrought to speak. He rubbed you softly: the reddened flesh of your buttock and purple bruises from his fingers. 

“Do you need anything, cutie?” he said, clearly concerned by your lack of verbal response. 

You took another couple of breaths, coming back to yourself.

“What’s for dinner then?” you asked, nonchalantly. 

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[imrllytootiredforthis]

I know you're on hiatus So you don't have to answer this now if you don't want to. Take your time. But this idea just popped in my head and I gotta tell you before it forgot about it.

So sub yandere jisung who has a crush on you and has journal. He writes all of his fantasies about you in that journal because hes too shy to actually tell you how he feels. Many are very wholesome fantasies about you and him. Cooking/baking together, watching movies together, going on cute little dates. And then there are the "not so wholesome" fantasies, where he explains in great detail what he wants you to do to him. Pegging, bondage using toys on him and lots of other ✨️juicy✨️stuff. He hides his journal in his room hoping no one will find it, But one day he gets careless and leaves a it out in the open where you happen to find it. And when he discovers that you've found it and you read every single page of that journal he just crumbles.

-🐟anon

i literally just finished writing the sub yandere jisung hcs and THEN I READ THIS

OMFGGG

you would get complete whiplash reading that journal, the first page is just him gushing about how much he loves you and would do anything for you, a scenario where he confesses his undying love for you and imagines everything you could be,

the next page is ideas, notes about things you like and places you mentioned that interested you, like the museum or a restaurant you've wanted to try. it's filled with hearts and cute date ideas, a rating out of ten on how much he thinks you'd enjoy it,

and then the next page is straight up porn, damn boy would put us in shock with the filth he depicts on the page, imagining how it would feel for you to peg him, describing exactly how he would want it and the size dildo he wants (he's also ordered it, already all tied up in a pretty box in his closet, waiting for the day that you'll finally use it on him)

the next page is movies, date ideas with shows he thinks you'll like and one's that you've already said you like that he's planning to watch so he can talk to you about them<3

the next page is straight up sex toys he wishes you'd use on him. vibrators and dildos, cockrings and ropes, gags and lingerie (you don't really know if he wants you to wear it or him to, or even both of you to)

it goes back and forth, with each new page you'll never know what you'll get, the filthiest smut out there or the sweetest fluff. a scarily accurate recounting of how your body looks or a love song he's written for you

there's two options after you've read it really, put it back and pretend it never happened, act like you never found it and never ever bring it up to him

or confront him and fulfill some of the depraved perverted fantasies that he's written about...

his blush would be really cute if you did tell him, but he would either be absolutely mortified or maybe, secretly, deep down some part of him wanted you to find it, some part of him knew that leaving it out in the open would result in you finding it

and the same part of him would sing and gloat in pleasure as you make him act out just how he would ride your thigh like he wrote in the margins of his journal

--

anyway, yes, sub yandere jisung hc will probably be out soon and i dunno who i'll do next yet but we'll find out soon enough

(also isn't there a song where the singer talks about finding someone's journal at their house, something like, 'read those pages, you really love me baby?' or smth? idk, i could be tripping)

[ayteya]

Human or Avatar!reader giving her first ever Na'vi bracelet or necklace made by herself to Neteyam/Tsu'tey. It's not an amazing work, maybe even quite bad, but he keeps it anyway.

Also if you want to add some spice, such a gift may give him a wrong idea. But it's up to you.

Narlor - Beautiful

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Neteyam x reader

Word count: 473

Warnings: ngl, I wrote this at literally 2 a.m. (Yes that's a warning itself), so I dunno if there are any mistakes (Sorry sorry). I just forgot to post it, so that's what I'm doing now.

A/N: Hey anon, thx for the request ^-^ I chose to do this one with Teyam, cuz I have smth in my drafts for Tsu'tey- Also, I didn't add spice, cuz I didn't rlly saw it fit into this fic, hope you'll forgive me <3

„Aaaand finished.“, he laid the newly-made necklace down on his thigh. „What about you, paskalin?“, Neteyam looked over at Y/N, watching her fingers move at the piece of jewelry.

She didn't turn to meet his eyes, still focused on tying the knots, „Mhm... Just a bit more.“

Neteyam nodded, silently sitting cross legged next to his girlfriend, watching her in awe as she created a necklace as beautiful as herself. How did he get so lucky? How did he get so lucky, to have a girl like that as his mate?

That 'a bit more' turned into 15 minutes, and she finally tied the finishing knot. „Done... Frustrating crap... Now I know why I'm better at hunting.“, dramatically, Y/N let herself fall back to the ground from her sitting position.

„It looks beautiful. You did really good, yawne.“

Y/N just blankly stared at him, at the necklace, then back at Neteyam again. „Yeah no. Doesn't look good. Just take a look at yours- The entire thing looks so- so... I dunno how to describe it, just wow. And then-“, she let out a scoff, holding up her selfmade jewelry with a single finger „and then there's this thing right here.“

The young man lightly pushed her shoulder, „Hey, stop talking like that, would you?. It looks great, alright? It's your first one, you'll make more in the future and I'm sure you're gonna like them.“

„Yeah ok, but look at that knot and bead right there, it's-“

Neteyam interrupted her with a quick „No, I said stop.“

But Y/N being Y/N, she didn't listen, „Lo'ak would've done better than m-“, her sentence was stopped as she felt Teyam's lips on her own, engaging her in a kiss.

After some seconds passed, they pulled apart, only for him to lean in once more, stealing another kiss from her soft lips. Y/N was kinda suprised, so she asked him, „What was that for?“

He only responded with, „Was the only way to stop you from talking shit, yawne.“

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The next day, when Y/N saw Neteyam again, her eyes immediately fell to his neck. There was a necklace. Her necklace. The one she made the day before. How could he wear such thing?

Neteyam noticed her gaze and chuckled. „I didn't lie when I said it's beautiful.“, he mentioned to Y/N „You're wearing the one I made as well.“

„Of course, but-“

„Paskalin, Dad doesn't want me to be late for training again.“, he stroked her cheek before bending down to give her a passionate kiss. „I'll see you later, yeah?“, with that, Neteyam stepped over to Jake, who was standing some feet away, aling with a handful of other hunters from the clan.

Now it was Y/N's turn to think how she could get so lucky, as she watched her beloved boyfriend walk away.

!Translations! Paskalin - Honey/Sweet berry Yawne - Beloved

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Love y'all, Ayteya <3