#don’t put it on body wash ffs

[m00kieblaylock]

I saw this the other day and I genuinely have no words, why

#karen is so overused #don’t put it on body wash ffs #obviously don’t be a karen #but like fuck #karen was a racist white woman

[chlorinecake]

“I cherish you” | N.RK ff ༄

༄ Last year’s Valentine’s Day marked the day you and your boyfriend Riki first starting dating. Ever since then, he spoils you on the 14th day of every month in honor of your love story…

🍒 pairing bf!nishimura riki x fem!reader genre romance, fluff 🍒

༄ wc 1.1k ~ written with black reader in mind ~ requested !

You found your boyfriend in your shared apartment bathroom doing his typical morning routine. You walked up behind him, snaking your hands beneath his shirt to pull him closer. Pressing your cheek against his back, you could smell a new body wash he must’ve used. Or maybe it was cologne?

“Morning,” Riki mumbled through a mouthful of minty foam, wiping his mouth before turning to kiss the top of your head.

“Good morning,” you returned warmly.

He ran a clawed hand through your hair before his fingers got caught in your curls. You winced at the sudden tug before giggling at the worried expression that waved over Riki’s face.

“Sorry, baby! Did I hurt you?”

“No, Riki, but you did remind me that I need to comb my hair,” you smiled, freeing him from your clingy grasp.

You searched through the bathroom drawer for a few products to style your hair. In the meantime, your boyfriend was busy lathering his face with shaving cream.

“Uh,” you started confused, “what’re you doing?”

“Prepping to shave my beard.”

You snorted, “Your what?”

“I’m not as young as I was when we first met, y’know? This is what men do.”

“Mhm, and who told you that?”

“Heeseung-hyung. He’s one of the best people I can go to for advice. Especially with girls.”

“Oh, so you’re a man and I’m just a girl?”

“For now, yes. Though, maybe in a few years I’ll make you my woman if you stick around long enough,” he winked, making you cringe but in a loving way.

“Hey, I wanna try,” you chirped, snatching the razor from his hand.

“Woah, ____! Did you forget there’s a sharp blade on that thing?”

“Oh, c’mon! You’re a man now, remember? Don’t tell me you’re scared of your girlfriend.”

He shook his head at your teasing, “only when she’s on her period… that’s when she get's really crazy.”

You nudged him in the shoulder, making him giggle.

“Okay, now hold still,” you said, guiding him by his chin as you slid the razor against his face, checking after each stroke for any access hair. “Riki, there’s nothing on here!”

“Gimme that,” he said, taking the razor from your hand to examine it for himself. And to no one’s surprise, there wasn’t any hair on it.

“Ugh, this is useless,” he whined, wiping his face before leaving the bathroom.

You followed after him, “Riki, is everything okay? Why’re you putting so much stress into getting ready today?”

He looked at you with offended eyes, “Don’t tell me you forgot today marks our 14th month anniversary.”

Suddenly, everything started to make sense.

“Riki, you don’t have to try and impress me. I love you just the way you are like I always have,” you smiled, holding his hands in yours.

“I love you too, ____, but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna spoil you on our anniversary.”

Riki was never one to consider gift-giving to be one of his love languages. Not until he asked you to be his girlfriend on Valentine's Day over a year ago.

The day started with him showering you with gifts and praise as an attempt to earn your love which he already had. These days, your romantic boyfriend can't help but to celebrate the day he won you, even though his friends call him a simp for it.

And in perfect cliche fashion, your anniversary happens to fall on the 14th day of every month, which is what brings you here today.

“Spoil me, huh?” You grinned, “so what do you have planned? I mean, sometimes I feel like we’ve done everything already.”

“You know I'll always think of something new. But for now, it's a surprise. You’ll find out after we finished getting ready.”

You and your boyfriend shared the bathroom for the next 25 minutes as you two got dressed together, wearing the cutest matching red outfits that he picked out a whole week prior to today.

“You look absolutely stunning, ____,” he marveled, taking in your frame like a work of art.

Your stomach fluttered at his remark, “Oh please, you’re just proud of your work.”

“Maybe,” he smirked, pulling a large bouquet of red roses from behind his back.

“Riki,” you began before he took your hand, interlacing your fingers around the flower stems.

“I wanna get a picture of you like this,” he smiled, counting down from three before snapping a quick picture, “Don’t worry, I won’t post it anywhere,” he said, noticing that you seemed a bit awkward.

You walked outside with his arm linked in yours, still holding the rose bouquet. You two made your way past the familiar shops that lined the city streets beyond your apartment, taking in the beautiful early morning scenery.

That’s when you two spotted a band of instrumentalists, harmonizing to a romantic tune. You looked up at Riki with playful eyes, communicating to him that you wanted to dance.

Knowing your boyfriend, he would happily oblige to any opportunity to dance, especially with the love of his life.

“May I,” he asked cornily, bowing before you.

“Yes, Riki, you may.”

He took the bouquet from your grasp, placing it on a nearby coffee table before tucking a rose behind your ear.

“And for you,” you smiled, placing one of the roses between his teeth.

He took your hand in his, pulling you close before guiding you across the floor along with the music, bracing your lower back.

Your hands sat at his shoulders before getting lost in his hair, staring into his piercing eyes as the heart-warming melody came to a sudden stop.

It was starting to rain.

The band busied themselves with packing up their instruments before fleeing the moist environment.

"Welp, that was fun while it lasted," Riki chimed, grabbing the bouquet before walking back in the direction of your apartment.

"Hey, I thought we were gonna spend the day out," you pouted confused.

"I know, but I had a picnic date planned in the park, which I doubt would be much fun in this weather."

He held the flowers over your two heads as a way to shield yourselves from the down pour.

"Sooo, what do we do, now?"

"Hmm," he hummed in thought, "we could always just run around the city and hope we don't get struck by lightening. Orrrrr, we could have a dance off in the rain! First one to slip loses."

"Riki!"

"What? That's better than me sulking over how a few grey clouds ruined our anniversary."

You looked at his face which fell from its original enthusiasm, trying to think of something to cheer him up.

You smacked the bouquet out of his hand, running ahead of him.

"Yah, ____! I paid good money for these!"

"Last one to the apartment's a rotten egg," you giggled, hardly getting far with your high heels against the rain.

Riki counted from five, giving you a few more seconds to get ahead before sprinting ahead of you, laughing as you pouted in defeat.

Fin.

🌹 Special thanks to @microwvdstrawb3rri3s for requesting this piece! This was my first time writing an established relationship fic so I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[monin1ca]

Hey bbg, hope youre having a wonderful day~

Could I kindly request a ff with a new radiant agent reader ( arrived like 2 days ago ) x Yoru, where reader has like giant feather wings ( color of your choice ) and they beat the robot that kj and raze made from "warm up" alone, and says that it was easy? In an innocent way, not cocky, reader isnt yoru. And how he reacts?

THANKS FOR FEEDING MY CRAVINGS DARLING

Word count: 705

Warnings: nothing much, violence, cursing, hot reader

Synopsis: “That was supposed to be the hardest level?...”

“Alrighty, agents,” The commander begins, his gruff voice booming through the room. Catching the attention of the others, the whispers die down, “Allow me to introduce Agent Y/N.” At his words, you strut beside him. Your white fluttering wings follow you behind, “Hey, everyone. I’m agent 22, Y/N. Code name: Haste.” You say calmly; everyone else welcomes you and introduces themselves. A blue-haired man beckoned for you to sit beside him; you shrugged and followed obediently. “I’m Yoru.” “Y/N.” “I know.” The man replies; Brimstone begins the briefing and sets some orders in place. Unbeknownst to you, Yoru rubs his hands on your wings. You squealed in surprise; your wings are a tiny bit sensitive when you are not paying attention to them. Everyone’s attention goes to you, stunned at the sudden interruption. You look at Yoru, flustered, “Fuck you, man.”

After the meeting, the older agents surrounded you, asking many questions about your wings and how they work. “Kids- Don’t bother Haste, yeah?” Brimstone groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt annoyed for you; the overlapping voices gave him an eternal headache. The Killjoy squeaked out, “Why dont we have our newest agent try out the Max bot?” The party concords and everyone is excited about what you can offer the team. You stand up, stretching your body and wings. “Right, let’s begin.” 

Raze gives you a run down on what happened when they tried fighting it last time but says you might have an advantage since the bot has no info on your fighting style. You hum, not too worried about this bot. ‘It’s just a piece of metal bunched up together with an A.I. mind’ You thought you arrived at the training grounds. Everyone placed their respective bets on you, some laughed, and some had faith in you. Though- you felt Yoru’s on you. “I’m betting on you birdie!” He chimes through the room. You simply couldn’t let your believers down.

You run into the area, and the max bot is already shooting bullets. You flapped your wings, giving you a boost to take cover. Exhaling sharply, you run onto the walls, spiderman style. Murmurs wash over the observer’s room, ‘Did Haste’s wings just turn black?’ “Release!” You hissed; at your command, your feathers detached from your body and aimed for the bot. Not anticipating your move, the bot was struck by most of your feathers. You smirked, but now to the next problem… You were falling to the ground; panicked screams came from the room behind you, warning about the dangers. The max bot charges up blue energy rays, ready to fire at you.  “Restore.” All the feathers that were previously pierced retracted and pulled the bot forward. Once all the feathers returned to you, you stretched it. Preventing a harsh landing. Aiming your gun, you shot three bullets, finishing the bot off. Exhaling softly, your wings return to white.

“That was supposed to be the hardest level?...”

Everyone was shocked; what did you say????

All the agents who rooted for you cheered in excitement, and the others? Not so happy. They begrudgingly gave up their credits to the winners. You walk back to the lounge, “What a show you put on. Not bad, newbie.” Yoru claps slowly, his smug smirk sparkling through his face. Though his face was cocky about winning, deep down, he was fanboying. You looked so cool; he’s seen the whole team struggle fighting that thing, and the way you killed it? Shit. He just wanted to be cradled in your beautiful soft wings. “You should be thankful I made you win, mister.” “Yeah yeah.” He dismisses you casually, “You didn’t have to be so cocky, ‘That was supposed to be the hardest level?’” “But- I was serious! I didn’t even have to use my full abilities!” The rift walker scoffed, “Is that so? Well- I challenge you to a 1v1.” “I’m sure I can take ya big guy.”

Author’s Note: HEY BABES, SORRY FOR THE SHORT HIATUS… IT'S THE HOLIDAYS AND ALL THAT STUFF, BUT IM BACK ON TRACK. ANYWAYS, this took too long to do. Happy new year's n merry Christmas to all my lovely ppl <333

#valorant #valorant imagines #valorant headcanons #valorant x reader #valorant x y/n #valorant x you #yoru x reader #valorant yoru #yoru valorant #ryo kiritani #yoru x y/n #valorant brim #valorant brimstone #valorant kj #valorant killjoy #valorant raze

[nana-kom]

Hi 👋🏻

This is a weight gain ff, so if you don’t like don’t read, this also contain smut.

Happy Meals

It all began when Chan returned to Australia. After finishing his studies in Korea, he had thought for a long time about what he wanted for his career, and finally returning to the city where he'd grown up reassured him. As you can see, Chan had always been a good student, graduating with good marks and with good memories of his university years. However, Chan also hid a lot of his stress, he'd never really managed to calm it down, only to find ways of putting it out of his mind. During his studies, he relieved his stress by taking part in sports, in fact, he had signed up for a swimming team at university, which enabled him to work off his stress and forget about the things stressful in his mind. This was one of the reasons why he decided to return to Sydney to be with his family, believing that living there would calm him down. Together with his sister, he had opened his own production agency, which had been going very well for a few months now and he was happy with his job as a producer. Even so, he hadn't really planned for the stress to stay after his studies, and opening the company had taken up all his time so he could say goodbye to sport. Chan tried various means to relieve his stress, but nothing helped: he just couldn't control it, and all the tension he felt one day ended up in what he ate. Indeed, he began to eat when he was stressed, which made him feel a little better, because during those moments he just thought about the food he was enjoying and not about his everyday problems. The times when he could eat and feel relaxed began to happen more and more often, and these were moments of happiness for him, which he began to call his happy meals. And whenever he felt his stress rising, he would nibble, making him feel better. What's more, Australia offered him a wide choice of food, from burgers and pizzas to pastas and cakes, Chan had fallen in love with eating and had no intention of stopping. Especially since he felt less guilty about putting on weight here and even felt better about his life. Of course, being full every day was a real stress reliever, and all he could think about was the next meal.

So it was that Chan spent his days in Australia, and three years after graduating the slim, athletic, muscular man had totally disappeared and been replaced by a much fatter version of himself. Chan now weighed at least 283 lbs. His belly jiggled every time he walked, his wide thighs only rubbed against each other, his arms could no longer reach his dick without many efforts, and his whole face was coated in fat. Despite the problems this could cause him on a daily basis, Chan was happy all the same. He still had trouble feeling confident about his body in front of people's stares, but he was less stressful in the end. Everything was going well in his job, and he'd even started working from his new apartment so he wouldn't have to move around so much, being fat made him lazy.

This morning, Chan's day began like every morning. He took at least 10 minutes to get out of his bed and sit down before getting up from it, which left him breathless everytime, and then he would wash himself using a shower chair so as not to have to stand for too long. Usually he had breakfast while working but this morning he decided to go to a coffee shop to test new pastries. So he went to the coffee closest to his home held by Changbin who had become his friend as he had been there many times. So he ordered a coffee with milk with sugar and caramel as well as whipped cream, and he added a dozen pastries to his order before going to sit at his table and start working on his computer. After a few minutes someone advanced towards him.

"Chan ? Christopher Bang ? " Then said someone in front of him and he raised his head facing a man his age smiling with freckles on his face. "I don't know if you remember me we were at the same university, Lee Felix !" He said, holding out his hand to him.

"But of course Felix ! We were in the same swimming group!" Chan replied, shaking his hand.

"Yes, exactly! What are you becoming then? May I sit, I would be delighted to hear from you. ”

« Well…yes of course » say Chan and Felix sat in front of him.

Felix couldn't believe his eyes, what had become of the most athletic guy in the university ? He seemed so big that he did not know if the chair would not break under his weight and every part of his body had become big, even his hands and the man who often had the opportunity to wear crop tops to show his abs had breasts. Almost as big as a woman's chest, and when what he had ordered arrived at the table Felix swallowed. No wonder he’s so big. He said to himself, looking at the number of things Chan had ordered, he noticed that he was a little embarrassed when all that food arrived at the table.

"So what do you do for a living Felix?" asked Chan as he began to eat his breakfast.

"Oh well I work in a food agency, I'm on vacation at the moment but otherwise I'm working in Korea! How about you?"

"That must be great, I hope you're blooming, well with my sister we run our own music agency, she's released an album by the way I take care of the rest." he said smiling.

"Yes that’s true, you've always been talented, that's true.....and uh...you...you still swim?" asked Felix, biting his lips.

"No......I...don't really have the time anymore..."

He was a little bit confused at the question but finally Chan was very happy to see Felix again, and felt kinda safe around him. He was kind and didn't seem to judge him for having changed so much. They decided to meet every morning at the coffee shop while Felix was on vacation. Chan didn't mind, quite the opposite, he was quite happy to get out and see someone, as he usually stayed at home. They always met at Changbin's coffee, and Chan noticed that the more the days went by, the more Felix ordered food that he didn't eat and offered Chan to finish (which he didn't refuse). It had become like a routine between the two men, they'd talk, then eat, and Felix would turn around at the counter several times to place orders for Chan, making him so bloated at the end of the meetings. Chan waddled out of the coffee each time, taking breaks to walk to catch his breath because of the number of pastries he had swallowed. Felix was falling more and more under Chan's spell, even though at university he'd already found him handsome, but now he was simply in love with the man who'd gained over 130 lbs in 3 years and seemed to be getting fatter by the day, especially at Felix's side. Not just because of Felix by the way, but because Chan was gorging himself all day, he couldn’t even feel stress anymore because he was too busy thinking about food or about his hunger. He was definitely more happy that way, and Felix made him eat everyday more as he could just so he could be bloated all day. His belly was even more huge the day passing and his ass was so fat, remember when Felix was scared for the chair ? Now Chan was using either the bench either two chairs to maintain his big ass who was one of the biggest part of his body. So on the last evening before Felix returned to Korea, he stopped by Chan's house as Chan had invited him to do a diner for saying good bye and he was determined that something should happen. They eat together on the food Felix had brought, and due to the enormous amount of food Chan had eaten that night (and during the day of course) he could barely stand up from his sofa feeling too full to move. Felix put his hand on his stomach and looked at him.

« You are so beautiful Channie…can I kiss you ? » Felix say shyly.

Chan nodded and Felix start kissing him slowly and gently, Chan lips have still the tasted of food but they were soft. Felix ran his hand over Chan's cheeks and tenderly caressed them, which were so soft and fluffy. Chan's belly, which was swollen from the food Felix had made him eat, still ached, but the kiss relaxed him more than he'd expected, especially with Felix's hand rubbing it tenderly.

« So fat… » Finally say Felix looking at Chan.

« Wh…what ? »

"How could you change so much? Do you spend your days eating?" Chan felt himself getting harder under Felix's words and blushed, shaking his head.

« But…it’s too good… »

« Of course it is, a big boy like you need to eating well. So squishy… » say Felix grabbing Chan belly in his hand. « And I’m sure you will be even bigger when I come back… »

« I just can’t stop eating… »

« How much do you weight Channie ? »

« At least 290… » Felix smile at him.

« Do you think you can reach the 300 during my absence ? » Chan nod his head and Felix kiss him once again.

« Such a good pig… » Chan moans under his word while Felix was actually touching his dick.

« Since how long haven’t you being able to touch yourself ? »

« Too much time…please…makes me cum… »

« Since you’ve been so good yes…my big boy. »

Chan moaned thanks to Felix's caresses and could finally feel pleasure, he let himself go under Felix's touch and finally reached the orgasm in no time since it was so long ago since the last time he could feel a hand on his dick. He was also surprised to feel so breathless even though he hadn't moved and he had to stop a minute to catch his breath and wipe his sweat. It was all too hot and he hadn't expected someone like Felix to enjoy his body, but on his side, with all the time they'd spent together since the start of his vacation, he'd realized that Felix liked him too and of course he was very attracted by Felix. And he had every intention of continuing to be a good boy for him, and of continuing to put on weight for Felix. Especially by the day he wouldn’t be in Australia by his side.

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#weight gain fic #chubby skz weight gain fic weightgainkpop #chubby skz #weight gain skz #chubbybangchan

[anjelicawrites]

Can we get a headcanon list for Osferth, like the one you did for Aemond and his subbiness yesterday?

Anon you asked for dom!Osferth in your other message and dom!Osferth headcanons under the cut you shall receive. Abuse mentions. Some NSFW, 18+ only (it goes without saying ffs) under the cut.

All the headcanons work with all the Osferths in my head, poly!Osferth included

Osferth didn't start outright as a dom. He discovered sex and went at it with an enthusiastic "Yay!!!" and proceeded to try everything he could.

The discovery of the BDSM world came later, accompanied by a way of naming what he, sometimes, likes to do to his partners, with their consent.

Osferth is a switch who leans to a more dom side, he has tried on himself all of the things he subjects his willing partners to.

He is a conscientious dom, who has lengthy discussions with his sub about preferences and limits, until he feels safe enough to handle his partner. If he is not in a monogamous relationship, he is great at remembering what his partners prefer. After knowing the extent of the abuse poly!reader had been subjected to by her ex, poly!Osferth went even slower with her, while helping easing her back into BDSM in the bedroom.

Osferth has the gift of reading his partner’s needs; this come handy with subs who are too stubborn for their own good (poly!Aemond and poly!reader I am talking about you!) or go non verbal and he just knows when to stop.

His sub’s safeword is sacred to him. His partner rarely has to use it, because he is that good at body language. In the rare cases where his sub uses it, Osferth stops immediately and all his energies focus on bringing his partner back to safety. He’d never be mad with his lover for using the safeword, he’d be mad at himself for not realizing they needed to stop.

He loves tying up his partners, depriving them of their sight and hearing, having them at his mercy. He is big on impact play as well and gets a sadistic kick at listing all the things he is going to subject his partner to, while their are in his clutches, trembling with fear and need. He loves overstimulation and edging, to bring his partner to the point where they are too far gone and don’t know what they want from him, crying and begging, too lost to focus. Role play is fun as well, he loves when they pretend to run away from him and put up a fight, it’s all too amusing to have them bend to his whims, as if they could really escape him. He loves when you are bratty and he needs to teach you a lesson. Lengthy punishments make his day, for example denying his sub orgasms for weeks; he can be such a bastard, using them for his pleasure but not allowing them to come, until he deems they have learn what he had to teach them. Call his partners names? Yes, please.

He can be a soft dom, if his partner needs him to be. Poly!Osferth doms poly!Aemond when he asks, he uses all his lover’s preferences against him, no whips and chains needed; who do you think, has had the idea to fuck Aemond using an ice dildo? Who will try to check whether or not Aemond can come by nipple play only and how long he can be overstimulated this way?

Osferth is king of aftercare. He washes and cuddles his partner, rubs their skin with soothing lotions and is there for them, wraps his partner in their favorite blanket or sweater, until they re emerge from subspace with a dopey smile on their face. He is proud that he has honored their submission and trust, that he has led them through the journey of their scene together. He knows that every time his partner submits to him, is a gift he should protect and cherish with his life.

He doesn’t take kindly to those fake doms who say that safewords and aftercare are myths.

If asked why he likes to dom his partner hard, he can’t explain why. Poly!Osferth has had lengthy discussions with poly!Aemond about this subject, sadly he can’t give his lover a cohesive answer. God has made him this way and he's been lucky enough to have someone by his side who accepts him the way he is. Why has God shaped him so? He honestly doesn’t know and doesn’t really believe there’s a reason at this point. As long as reader is happy, he’ll be the dom she wants him to be.

Dom!Osferth gets painful dom drops episodes after very hard scenes and needs to hold his partner tight embrace, safe in the knowledge that they are fine and that they have loved every second of what he has done to them. Poly!Osferth doesn’t get dom drops, but he becomes soft and needy and yearns for all the cuddles his partners can give him, obviously after long aftercare!

Osferth is the best at DIY. It comes handy when he has to hide hooks and whatnot about the house (poly!Osferth I am talking about you as well), so he can dom his partner wherever he wishes.

Osferth has loads of toys and he loves switching using them, keeping his partner on their toes even though he has a preference for paddles, the sturdier the better. Poly!Osferth always smiles and becomes giddy when poly!reader gifts him stuff he can use on her.

Yes, he loves toys, sometimes though, there’s nothing better than a good round of spanking, otherwise why would have God gifted him with such big, strong hands?

Osferth his fiercely protective of his partner. No one hurts them on his watch. He might not be the richest or powerful man in town, but he’ll make sure to keep his lover safe. After poly!Osferth learnt of poly!reader's abusive ex, who fashioned himself a dom just to abuse her, he had to go to the gym and release his pen up anger on the poor punching bag, since reader forbade him to do so on her ex. His hands were unusable for days, covered in cuts, the pain the only thing helping him work through his anger. Every single time poly!Aemond comes home done with his family, poly!Osferth knows one day he’ll snap and make sure Daemon has a very nasty day. He knows his lovers are strong and can take care of themselves, it's just that he feels protective of them and, as long as he lives, they don’t need to fight alone.

Does he get a bit of a kick in the knowledge that he looks like the kind of guy you’d bring home to your parents, who are blissfully unaware of all the nasty things you ask him to do to you? Absolutely, your honor.

Domming is partner in the bedroom isn’t his standard, it always depends on what his partner wants and what kind of mood strikes their fancy. One thing is certain, once dom!Osferth enters the chat, you are in for a ride.

#answered #dom!Osferth #dom!Osferth x reader #dom!Osferth x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader x osferth #aemond targaryen x y/n x osferth #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen #osferth x reader #osferth x y/n #osferth #polyquestion

[southern-belle-outcasts]

Okay I tried to do a quick scroll before I went back to work, I already walked 8mi today and it took a lot out of me but I need to do flats so it was literally just a uber fast ‘what might be important’.

I see a lot of y’all getting sick and I’ma put on my big sib hat for a moment (I’m the oldest of 9 okay I did earn that title), and also these are just good reminders in general (read: Tagg fucking take your own advice ffs). It might get a smidge lengthy so under read more.

Getting sick isn’t a moral failing, it’s literally bugs’ job to fuck with us but to help you dodge this shit since I myself have a crappy immune system and cannot fucking afford being sick (and apart from that fucky business a few months ago have mostly dodged contagious stuff in the last few years)….continue reading.

Stay hydrated. I’m fucking terrible at this with plain water in the winter because who the fuck wants to drink water that MUST be cold when you’re already struggling to stay warm right now? Not me. So add some lemon (yay vitamin C). I can’t buy fresh lemons. I forget them and they go bad. BUT the bottled stuff while it does not taste as good imo, still has the good shit. So flavor and vit c. Or add it to herbal tea! Something that isn’t monster or dark soda or coffee (yes I’m aware those are part of the major food groups I don’t care you dehydrated walking plant). Broth soups also count- chicken soup is the cure all for a reason- veggies and hydration in one!!!

Eat. Something. You can’t run on nothing. Fed is better than not, period. Eating what you can afford is doing yourself better than going hungry for the sake of those two nights of ‘healthy food’.

If you stopped masking, go back to it. No seriously don’t stop. Buy one with a print you like with the slot for a filter and wear that shit. I’m sure most of my dodging illness during the height of lockdown while being not able to isolate in high trafficked places was the masking. That and the hand washing and hand sanitizers.

Speaking of- the one brand I used to buy is a boycott but there are lotion hand sanitizers out there if you’re like me, and you can just look at hand sanitizer and your hands crack. Highly recommend. 13/10. Not going back.

Indoor clothes/outside clothes- keep your ‘been everywhere all day’ cooties off the bed and your furniture. Will also reduce allergens embedding in the places where you’re laying down. Even if you didn’t shower, you’re doing yourself a favor changing the clothes. Yes I know this is more laundry, so there’s also clothing/fabric sanitizer. It’s like 8$ for a can but that’s an option if extra laundry is a Herculean task of which I understand the trials and tribulations.

If you can afford it- get some elderberry supplement. It’s not as difficult to find as it was in 2020. Ideally you take it just regularly, in a pinch, start taking it as soon as you feel ick to lessen it.

Lots of garlic, pepper, and ginger in your food. That is all. Season your food. Good food, better immune system, no notes needed.

Here is where you’re going to laugh at me and tell me to fuck off- SLEEP. Look, I am well aware okay, I know. But even if you have insomnia like me, your body will get more rest just by laying down and closing your eyes than it will by not doing so even if you didn’t even hit light sleep let alone REM.

Okay that’s it. That’s the post. I am not going to call it no brainer stuff because all of these things I had to learn and some were definitely as an adult, so just in case nobody told you, it’s for you. If you’re adhd and forgot, this one’s also for you. I’m not claiming to be a health expert, I ain’t a doc, just an expert at trying to dodge urgent care while living in a dystopia with no health insurance and I don’t like seeing people down and feeling crappy. :D

#;out of the south

[finnwrld]

- one in the same -

pairing: tasm!peter parker x gn!reader

word count: 3.2k

content: nwh spoiler free, reader doesn't know peter is spiderman, jealous peter on the low, swearing, reader has panic attack, reader falls, bitches are so ATTRACTED to each other damn, no angst (kinda), im rusty at writing im sorry

summary: spiderman visits you everyday and listens to you talk about your massive crush on an unnamed boy, completely oblivious to the fact he and the boy are one in the same.

a/n: yes I'm jumping on this bandwagon I did what needed to be done. jk im just happy I have an andrew character besides remus to write for now since you couldn't pay me to write eduardo ff ok bye AND THANKS TO USER @aksuallyours FOR HELPING SM WITH THIs

Peter's gloved finger hovered for a moment over your window. It happened every night, his finger would grow tense, his heart would begin to pound in his throat. The time between him raising his finger and finally bringing it down to tap on the glass stretched eternities until eventually, the bubbling in his chest would overflow, and in a burst of energy… it would land swift and sharp on your window.

Once. Twice. Three times.

The window was opening and the warm air was hitting his face faster than it took him to build up the courage to wake you.

Grinning and obviously tired, there you were. Hair slightly messy, light haloing your body, you whispered, “Hi.”

He was thankful for the mask.

“Hi,” he replied breathily, “what's up with you?”

And thus started your usual routine. You, of course, would respond with, “Do you actually want to know or are you just asking to ask?”

And then would come his response, usually some form of “I actually want to know” or “What do you think?” Sometimes, he would even just sit there in silence, waiting for you to start your rambling.

You’re the only person he could really do this with. It was never dull, never once did he wish he was somewhere else, even the repeated topics felt new each time.

He hung on every word you said, every syllable you uttered. Every thought was woven together like an intricate dance and the more time he spent up here with you, the more he memorized.

The way your hands would begin to fidget when you talked about school, or how you would begin pacing as you talked about your newest obsession, or how your eyes would glow whenever you talked about the boy.

The boy. The boy that your life honestly revolved around. You never mentioned him by name, you of course knew that the “Spider-man” was in high school, so he was just referred to as The Boy. The Boy that goes to your school. The Boy in your chem class. The Boy that your eyes are locked on from the first bell to the last. You rarely even talked about the things he did. You were very careful about that. But despite all of your precautions, you never shut up about him.

Today, after about a 15 minute debrief of the last movie you watched, the topic turned to The Boy.

“This last week… Spidey I don't think I can begin to describe it to you. Somebody put something in his water, he was so attractive. There is something in this boy's veins. He is like,,, unreal,” you put your head in your hands, “I just like… don't even know how to go about my feelings for him. Every time I talk to him it feels like I’ve literally gone into a dream. As fucking corny as it sounds it’s literally surreal.”

A silence hung in the room.

“I think I’m in love with him.”

This is the first time you’ve ever said anything this bold, that huge. You had spent hours gushing to him about this boy but he had managed to let it wash off of him. Let himself imagine that you were talking about him, that you wanted him. The knot in Peter's chest grew so tight, he thought it would snap.

You were his best friend. He was sure he was in love with you. But here you were, in front of him, fully confessing your love for somebody else.

“I just get this almost static feeling through my whole body when I look at him or when I talk to him. I think if I don’t do something, I’ll implode or some shit. Plus, to put it bluntly, hes is so hot there is no way he’s not gonna get swept up by some other person.”

You mirrored all of his feelings for you.

Quietly, he said, “You should do something then.”

“WOW!” your tone changed fast. “I never thought of that. That is such great advice. Wow, I’m so happy that we have a genius like you running the city. We are so lucky.”

Peter was thankful for the change of mood as he gently swatted at you from his place on the window sill.

Through giggles, while desperately still trying to change his voice enough, he replied, “Literally what else was I supposed to say?”

You flopped, back first, onto your bed and sighed, “I don’t know. I just know I want him”

He wished his suit had some sort of image capturing software.

Light cascaded gently down your face, illuminating each dip and curve. It framed the bridge of your nose, wound its way around the curve of your lips, reflected off of your open eyes. Your chest softly rose and fell, bare skin brushed by the faint glow, body finally relaxing. An expression had fallen onto your face, almost… longing. You laid before him, blanketed in light, almost heavenly. Every curve and edge and line he wanted, he needed. It was unbearable.

He longed for his camera. A chance to capture this image. Anything at all. He would’ve literally taken fucking crayons and drawn it if he could.

But he just sat there, until he couldn’t do it anymore.

“Y/n?” he said, waking you from your thoughts. “I’ve gotta go.” Every inch of his body rejected the thought of leaving, but he knew his self-control wasn’t strong enough. The beating in his heart had begun to grow stronger.

“When will you be back?” you asked, raising yourself up to your elbows.

“Soon I hope.”

Humming in response, you flashed him a grin, and then he was gone.

-----

“Peter! Hi, hi, hi, hi!” Your voice snapped him from his homework as you sat down on the ground next to him, slinging your backpack off.

“Hi,” he smiled at you, “I got food by the way.” Unzipping his backpack, he pulled out two boxes of takeout. He skipped 4th period so he thought he would swing by and grab you food, his treat.

“You are a God-send. I owe you my… left arm or something,” you said gratefully, snatching the box.

Digging into his own food, he replied, “Thought it would make up for the movie tickets you bought.”

You scoffed, “Nothing could make up for those movie tickets. I spent $10 dollars so you could have the best movie experience of your life and you think buying me take-out can equal that?”

“Ut wus not tat g-od”

“I don’t listen to the opinion of people that talk with their mouth full,” you deadpanned, dramatically putting your hand up and turning away. Peter finished his bite and smiled to himself a bit.

Sun was perfectly filtering through the trees and a slight breeze shifted through the air, rippling your shirt gently. Lunches were more bearable with you. Sitting on the courtyard ground, sharing food, listening to music. A lot of the time it would just end up like this, quiet but comfortable, shoulders inches apart, breathing practically synced.

After a bit of silence, you spoke up, “Ok so. I got invited to some birthday party thing on Friday and I literally know like… nobody. But I wanna go. But fuck that. So you know, do you uh wanna go with me? I cannot go alone. I just can’t.”

A bubbling rose in Peter’s heart. “Of course, I’ll go. Nobody invites me to that kinda shit anyways.”

-----

You and Peter found yourselves in some random corner on the top floor of the house, music streaming through the floor. Your body was faintly dancing and you were intently listening to Peter ramble on about this idea he had for a set of pictures.

The party had been generally boring. It was clear that neither of you were really feeling it in the slightest and so the two of you made your way away from the crowd of people downstairs to the second floor. It was nice, peaceful.

Dim light had settled over the two of you. Your face was lit by the faint glow and Peter was painfully reminded of you lying on your bed the other night.

The light bounced and framed your features in the same way. The light made Peter feel the same way he did that night. Uncontrollable.

“Peter?” you questioned, snapping him out of his revorie, “You were saying?”

“Oh, yeah I um think that-” but before he could finish his sentence, the entire house began to shake.

Shock traveled up Peter's spine, electrifying his bones in a sort of panic. His eyes darted to the shaking chandelier and adrenaline began to course to his head.

You grabbed his arm.

The shake was deep. Too strong to be a natural occurrence. Peter could tell.

Picture frames began shaking off the wall and he could hear glass breaking below him. Screaming. Peter could hear a lot of screaming, too.

“Y/n, go downstairs. I need you to go downstairs.” The underlying desperation he had seeped through into his tone. “Go.”

Hesitantly, you removed your hand from his bicep and looked at him with the strangest expression.

“And you?”

“Just go.”

Debri began to fall from the ceiling as you rushed down the hall, trying desperately to keep balanced. He kept his eyes fixed on you for as long as he could before the lights went out, washing Peter in darkness. He just had to trust that you would make it down.

Slipping into a random room, using shaking hands he pulled off his jacket and his pants off to reveal the blue and red pattern of his suit. He discarded his clothes and slipped on his mask.

More and more of the house was becoming destroyed. When he stepped out from his cover the walls that had once been protecting you and Peter had been half disintegrated. His head spun, dizziness and vertigo blinding him briefly as he looked down.

Standing below him, washed in the twilight, was The Lizard.

Rubble surrounded it’s scaled feet. It’s usual smirk was plastered on its face.

The front half of the house had been practically reduced to dust. Clumps of people cowered in corners and he could see many of them had managed to run off, sprinting down the unlit streets. Neighbors had stepped outside to see what was going on. Kids were on the phone with their parents. People were crying, people were frozen in fear.

Latching onto a surviving pillar, Peter swung himself over the crowd.

“Spiderman,” the low and droning voice of the Lizard boomed throughout the street, “Happy to see you here.”

“You won't be too happy for long.”

The crowd shrieked in unison as The Lizard’s clawed hand shot out to swipe at Peter. Peter’s quick reflexes saved him, just narrowly avoiding the cut by swinging away.

At this point, these fights were formulaic to Peter. Adrenaline would course through his veins and his vision barely had time to keep up with his actions, but most of the time it consisted of the same thing. He had gotten good at this. He flew over the crowd, dodged and weaved away from The Lizard, landed a few hits, same as usual. The claws caught him a couple times, but he was moving too fast for the pain to catch him.

That wasn’t to say it wasn’t tiring though. His powers gave him more endurance but it wasn’t endless.

He fought for a long time.

He could feel the fatigue creeping up his body as he swung around what was left of the house. His reflexes were taking longer, his punches less accurate. If it didn’t stop soon, he was afraid his body would completely give out.

The Lizard had been fighting well, better than last time. Peter eyed its hands as they reached down and locked around a large piece of debri. He knew what was coming next. As the lizard picked it up, Peter readied his web shooters, praying he would have enough strength to stop the debri from causing more destruction.

But just as the Lizard raised his arm and readied to throw the piece, it paused. Its eyes widened slightly, darting around rapidly.

Peter soon understood the reason behind the pause and it came in the form of sirens.

About fucking time.

His eyes left The Lizard to search for the blue and red lights that were bound to be in the distance, and there they were, winding down the road.

When Peter returned his eyes to the Lizard, it was gone.

He finally let himself survey the scene around him. Part of the house was still standing. It looked sort of like a dollhouse. All rooms exposed, one wall missing from each, the moon the only light source. Many of the people that had been there before the fight had run off, understandably so, and the people that remained stayed in little huddles consoling each other.

Police cars had pulled up to the house, sirens still blasting. The red and blue light that shone from the cars washed everybody in an almost unreal filter, illuminating the damage done. The scene before him was grim but a sigh of relief pushed from his lips at the general safety of everybody.

Peter quickly moved into a shadow and prayed that the dirt and dust that covered his suit from the fight would give him enough camouflage so he could finally let his mind turn to what he had been dying to focus on. You.

His eyes scanned the crowd desperately, searching for a glimpse of you. Just a sign that you were ok, that you made it down safely, that you hadn’t been hurt. The longer he looked, the more panicked he became.

It wasn’t until he let his eyes roam up, that he saw you.

You were on the second floor, the only one there. Frantically, you were walking around, being careful as to where you were stepping. He could see your chest rising and falling at a dangerous speed. But you weren’t walking to try and find a spot to get down, he realized after watching you long enough.

You were looking for something.

Your head was darting around, eyes scanning each room and the crowd below you. You were saying something, shouting a name, but the sirens were far too loud for him to hear.

He needed to get you down. Cursing the police for making him stay hidden, he began to search for some sort of ladder, anything he could use. Peter considered going to find clothes to put over the suit and then get you down in a normal, human way. Maybe there was enough going on that he could still do it as spiderman. Maybe, he doesnt care and will decide to just run from the police once you’re safe, he's done it before.

A crash drew Peter from his thoughts.

He knew you were falling before he saw it.

He knew it was the floor you were on. He knew you were the only person on the higher level.

Peter’s vision tunneled, he didn’t see the people he was shoving to the side, he didn’t hear the yelps and crashes as they fell into the rubble, and he probably wouldn’t have cared if he did. All of his thoughts were focused on the fall. He had never moved so fast in his life.

He had no clue how long it would take you to hit the ground. He didn’t want to know.

Webs shot out of his wrists and lodged themselves to the door. You had to be falling into this room. You had to. Pulling on the web, the door ripped off its hinges and Peter instantly shot another web to the furthest part of the ceiling of the room.

Clinging to this, he swung himself into the room, and before he could even visually register it, you were in his arms.

Pulsing adrenalin and the most extreme relief Peter had felt in ages rushed through his body, still blocking out any sound.

You were in his arms. You were safe. You were alive.

But as he looked longer he realized you were yelling. Still frantic. Tears left lines in the ash that had fallen on your face.

Finally, his hearing allowed him to understand what you were saying.

“He’s here. And. I can’t, I can’t find him. I can’t find him.” Your breathing was frenzied. You could barely get cohesive sentences out.

“Who's here?” Peter asked, carefully resting his hands on your shaking shoulders.

“The Boy. He’s here. But he’s gone. He’s gone. I don’t know what to do. I need you – To help.”

The boy was here. That’s who you had been looking for. But now he was nowhere to be found.

It took everything in him to put aside his own biases. It wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about the boy. It was about you.

“Y/n, what’s his name?”

You were too panicked, your breaths were getting shallower, your body getting shakier. “I need to find him. I can’t go on without him –He’s gone– He’s gone and I need him.” You couldn’t register what he was asking.

“Y/n. I need to know his name.” He was louder this time, more forceful. He gripped your arms stronger.

You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes were darting rapidly around the room. Tears coated your face and hysterical sobs were falling from your lips.

“Y/n,” he was begging now, shaking you, “What’s his fucking name??”

You took a huge gulp of air.

“PETER PARKER. His name is Peter Parker and I can’t fucking find him anywhere.”

Peter’s arms went slack.

His eyes left your face for the first time since he caught you and he stared at the destroyed room the two of you were standing in the middle of. Rubble lined both your and Peter’s feet. The dust had fallen onto your hair. It was just the two of you.

Peter Parker was the boy. He was Peter Parker. He was the boy. The boy you had gushed over for months to him almost every night.

His shaking hand found the neck of his suit, and as carefully as he could, he pulled off his mask.

Your confused expression got even deeper as your eyes darted across his face, taking him in.

“No.” you shook your head. “No. Fuck this. No you’re fucking with me.” You pushed against his chest, “I don’t— you can’t be.”

Cheeks flushing and skin still burning from your touch, Peter blurted the first thing that came into his mind as he looked at you.

“I love you.”

Your jaw slacked.

“I need you to know. I can’t hide how much I want you any longer. And I know that after all of this you probably don’t feel the same way but-”

“Shut up.” And your lips were on his.

Without a thought, Peter kissed you back. Slowly, you drank each other up, molding to one another, hands roaming, bodies crushed together. It was a release.

Your fingers tangled themselves in his hair, his lips grazed your jaw. Peter’s hands pulled you closer to him, unable to bear the thought of not being able to hold you.

His body ached for you.

His heart pounded in his chest. It pushed against his ribcage rhythmically, so powerful a bone might snap. He was sure you could feel it; he hoped you did. You needed to feel how his heart beat for you. How his body reacted to you.

He needed to prove it to you. He needed you to understand the effect you had on him.

You needed to believe that he loved you. Because he did.

#peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #tasm peter x reader #andrew peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman #andrew!peter x reader #ok bye

[fuck-customers]

A little vent cause I’ve been stuck at work for 7 days straight and am losing my mind haha :)

For the love of everything STOP just blurting out your drink specifications before you say what size you’d like. I can’t put through the order and customisations through without first selecting the size.

“I want one skinny chai extra hot but not too hot, one latte half strength two shots of vanilla one dash caramel, cappuccino on oat milk with a dash of hazelnut and a ratio of 65% milk to 35% hot water with latte art of my first wife’s fifth dog’s face - oh and a hot chocolate. Did you get that?” 🤡💅

No because I can’t put anything through before I’ve selECTED THE SIZE. JUST TELL ME WHAT SIZE BEFORE BLURTING YOUR ORDER OUT AAAAA

And of course, the other pet peeve that all baristas understand. The dreaded blank eyed stare after askin if they’d like a ceramic cup, mug or takeaway cup. Only to be responded to with “Oh I don’t want it to take away haha :)” and then silence.

Bro that doesn’t answer my question. I don’t caaaare what you do with the drink once it leaves my counter. Sit down, leave, apply it to your skin like it’s body wash for all I care - the police aren’t gonna arrest you for sitting in with a TA cup, it’s literally just about the size. Ffs why do some people take things so literally I’m so fed up - why did you plan so far ahead that you know exactly what 10+ things you want in your drink, but not what you want to get the drink in 😭

Fr have just started cutting people off to ask what size before they give me their paragraph long ass order cause I’m that done with it

[gryffindormischief]

raconteur | ch 9

A/N: Jily AU I prompted myself to do...kinda nothing but it's fluffy and based on this.

FF // Ao3

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Lily: you were fab today, love

James: thx I am currently eating my feelings

Lily: Whyyy? I said fab!!

James: this was going to happen either way except with success I eat goat cheese pizza and drink wine

Lily: and failure?

James: something oily to clog my arteries and probably a boozy milkshake

Lily: so

James: yes…

Lily: can i come over or are you beat?

James: I’ll put the second pizza in

By the time Lily arrives, the pizzas are out of the oven and James is freshly washed, skin warm and dewy from too hot shower and probably an overabundance of body butter. But it smells delicious and he earned the pampering.

He’s comfortable enough with Lily at this point that the Spongebob pajama bottoms are on display, but not so complacent that they’re the ones that shrunk up in the dryer so his ankles show. Some of the magic has to make it past nine months.

Lily’s at a similar level of comfort it seems, since she arrives in a pair of dark leggings and a jumper that’s large enough to be his. He’s tried to convince her that stealing his is fine but the only response he got was a raised brow and a click as she ordered a sweatshirt two sizes too big.

Still, he can’t help but needle her when she arrives. “Literally that jumper is in my closet right now.”

She scoffs and drops her backpack in the hall. “Yes and it’s yours. You still wear it.”

“But -”

“Plus now we can be twins.”

“How about we trade?” James tries as Lily claims a seat at the dining table - he’d bought it large to host those dinner parties society said would be a large part of adult life when in reality half is constantly filled with books, paper, and mail. Of course Lily snagged the comfiest of the mismatched chairs.

“You get a new jumper and I get your sweaty hand me down? Sounds fair.”

“It’s perfectly clean Ms. Uppity,” James shoots back as he pulls on his oven mitts, “The wine should be done chilling.”

“James.”

He sets the pizzas on top of the stove with a clatter and turns to find Lily shaking her head at the freezer. “You’re lucky utilities are included in my lease.”

“How many frozen pizzas are you planning to eat?”

“One less than before,” James answers lightly, gesturing toward the dual sets of silverware and the extra plate. “Because of the depth of my affection, I share.”

“You’re an adult human with a bloody doctorate,” Lily groans, working the corkscrew, “Shouldn’t you have non-frozen foods in your repertoire?”

“First, I can’t believe that you as a fellow doctorate holder are acting as if higher education doesn’t contribute to my frozen food default choice,” James says, rolling the cutter through the pizza. “And second, I would like to point out that I’m now a published author so schedule and high flying cuisine are very far off my radar.”

“You’re just bringing up that you’re an author because you know it gets me all hot.”

“Happy side effect to my argument,” James adds as an aside before his voice returns to it’s normal volume, “And third - you’re a bloody hypocrite Ms. Tesco Mashed Potatoes.”

“That’s Dr. Tesco Mashed Potatoes and I was in a hurry!” Lily corrects as she grabs two glasses and the bottle of wine.

James plates a few slices each and follows behind Lily. “They were frozen ‘alleged’ potato bits and there is no emergency so great as to justify those atrocities. Unless they’re being used as projectiles, or on my face when Sirius pulls out his t-shirt gun.”

“Why does he even have one?” Lily asks, though her curiosity seems quickly overcome by singular focus on her pizza.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you look at anything like that,” James chuckles, “It’s a frozen pizza.”

“Don’t judge, I’m starved,” Lily murmurs, groaning happily after another bite.

Once James bites into his own first slice, it’s only a matter of moments before they decide to polish off both pies and in the process end up making a salad to go along. By the time he crunches into a baby carrot, Lily’s sated her hunger enough to return to regular conversation.

“Why did Mia226 say you’re single?”

“Mia - what?”

Lily quirks her brow and slides her phone across the table, screenshot at the ready.

Mia226: I don’t have a question, but I do have the answer to the question you’re all asking yourselves: Yes he is that handsome and somehow IS still single.

James drops his glass to the table with a shaky hand and attempts to keep his cool and execute an eyeroll. “That’s,” he takes a long breath, “That’s my mum.”

“Should I be worried she doesn’t know about us?”

“Doesn’t this clearly illustrate how much my mum and low profile don’t mix?”

Lily shrugs, nibbling on a bit of crust. “I mean it’s not like she’ll do a press release the second she finds out.”

“That’s exactly the type of thing my mother would do,” James says with a laugh, “Plus we’re kinda being secret about it, right?”

“You could tell her you’re seeing someone…”

“Do you think Mia226 seems like the type to leave that information alone?” James asks, fingers finding Lily’s hand. “We can revisit our plan - it is a bit odd of us to be sneaky for so long.”

Lily lifts his hand and presses a kiss to his knuckles. “Do you think I should be offended that my mum did not press me for details on you?”

“You told her about a couple dates - maybe she doesn’t know it’s all me. She hasn’t even gotten to see all this manliness.”

“Or smell that cocoa butter lotion,” Lily adds with a smirk. “I didn’t mean to make your big day about this.”

Waving her concerns away, James answers, “Honestly this is a welcome alternative train of thought, otherwise I’d just be reliving that moment where I mispronounced pedagogical,” she laughs and James smiles softly, “But seriously - we can - do you want to tell people? I know we’re supposed to be being ‘chill’ since the rest of life is so insane - ”

Leaning forward, Lily presses a short kiss to his lips, a bit off center but it gets the job done. “We stopped being chill a while back, don’t you think?”

James taps their foreheads together before he sits back, lifts his mobile, and navigates to his mother’s contact info. “Remember this feeling 20 minutes from now when she’s fully run off the rails, eh?”

“See you on the other side.”

#blarg writes things #blarg writes raconteur #jily #James x lily #jily au #James potter x Lily Evans potter

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Breeding A Human Chapter Four

Masterlist

Summary: Your wedding is going to be a huge affair, just as Kal intended. He flaunted and claimed you for all the world to see! You'd never escape him after today, but first he needed you understand a few things.

FFS READ THE WARNINGS!!

Warnings: Yandere!Kal, Dark Themes, Dark!Superman, Forced Marriage,Mentioned Breeding Kink, Mentioned Lactation Kink, Threats Of Spanking, Threats Of violence, Threats Of Rape, Emotional Manipulation, Threatening Behaviour Domestic Abuse??, Swearing, Angst, Fluff?(If you take off your glasses and squint?), CLARK IS MAD!!  

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Once in the house Martha turned and said for you to both wait a moment she gushed that she'd been excitedly getting the room ready but the dress was still in its bag and she wanted to get it out and have it hanging up displayed so you could see it as you walked in. You made to argue saying it didn't matter but Kal gave a quick sharp tug cutting you off. He didn't want you to ruin his mothers fun, you fell silent and nodded trembling as his grasp got that little bit tighter on you.

"Go ahead Ma I will send her up when your ready" he spoke with a lazy smiled she giggled and darted up the stairs leaving you both alone. You looked to the floor Kal's hand at your waist cupping the soft pudge around the top of your hip smoothing a thumb back and forth. The tension was climbing higher as the silence dragged. You shifted on your feet gulping quietly when his fingertips dug into your body almost clawing. As if fearing you'd try to run once again. You shuddered as your mistake washed over you, that could have very well been it for you. Your life snuffed out just like that... Were you really suicidal? you were starting to think so what other excuse was there? You'd run and screamed at him ranted and said what you truly felt. You thought you'd feel better for it but you didn't.

"I-I'm sorry Kal I didn't mean.... I just....I'm scared it's- your to much for me and I-Please don't hurt me, o-or lock me up please I can try to be better I w-will I don't want to be locked away" he rolled his tongue around behind his teeth and bit his cheek trying to fight off a smirk.  

You were terrified it was the perfect time to sway you, he had no doubt he could get you to agree to anything as you fell to pieces before him, shattering beautifully. He felt a sense of pride as his last threat seemed to get through to you, you could see the truth now, you wasn't going anywhere. You'd stay with him and share his life forever, and he was excited as the fact dawned on you. Your last outburst was the final straw, your last ditch attempt to fight the inevitable. His mind wandered to the possibilities the future that will start today, not only with your new found clarity. The ultimatum he had given you. Behave and take your place beside him as his wife and mate or end up as a broodmare chained to his bed permanently ready and willing to service him as he saw fit! He would have his answer at the alter.  

He had plans big plans.  

Should you agree and say I do and marry him, You will be his wife and bare him his children, you'd be loved and cherished until the end of your days. Even then, even if you obeyed him and wed him without any drama he would still take you away from the city. As much as he had been putting off taking you to the small holding he'd been working on he saw now you needed it, you needed to be in a new environment with him. Somewhere you could stretch a little a mull over your new life and come to terms with it. He was tired of fighting you, the house will be perfect and had chores that you could keep yourself busy with. You'd not escape it- well you would be allowed outside and to roam the land it came with but you wont ever make it back to civilisation it was too far.  

You will see it as a cruel open prison at first but after a few months it will be home and you will settle he was sure of it, once pregnant your bond would ignite and you'd love him back. You'd rely so much on him you wont be able to hate him, he will be your only connection to the outside world. And that's just how it should be, his mate should only concern herself with his home and his children, be that the many toddling around her feet or the ones in her belly. Kal couldn't wait! His wife would remain full of him at all times, either carrying his child or cum. Sometimes both~ You'd never know the feeling of being empty again.

He turned tipping his head down at you and held a straight face, he couldn't help admire the way you cowered so sweetly. Your eyes wide and glassy as if you were about to burst for him. He smirked down at you, chest puffing filling with joy as he seemed to have finally gotten his message across. He had made an impression on his female, after months of waiting and gently coaxing you slowly pressing you into the role of perfect little wife he had done it. You looked like you'd given in, you were going to behave for him properly. He nudged your head sniffing the locks as he pressed insistently, you whined and turned for him letting him stretch out your neck before him with little effort.

You whined closing your eyes terrified as you moved at his will, twisting your head until you couldn't move anymore, he laughed the breath was hot but sent a chill down your spine. He tilted his head and placed his lips on your neck barely grazing the taught skin. You gasped as his fang drew across the skin and froze standing stock still praying he wouldn't bite, that he wont hurt you or puncture your vulnerable skin. He chuckled before licking at the throbbing pulse you had stupidly bared to the hulking predator behind you- the apex predator of this planet, the single strongest and terrifyingly unstable man alien.

He didn't, instead pressed kiss after kiss on your neck and groaned arms holding you to him tightly as he began lapping at your skin. You cringed inside at the sounds as he moved slightly hips rocking into your ass making him grunt and moan into you.  

Your skin crawled and stomach curdled the mere thought of ever bringing any pleasure to this beast made you feel sick to your stomach. He continued humping you grinding away happily as you stood still unsure what to do, all you knew was that stopping him would be a bad idea. He was happy for now and that meant you wasn't being hurt, perhaps this is what you should resign yourself to. Let yourself be used and toyed with until he was satisfied maybe then he'd leave you alone.

You grunted as his suckling got harder and his teeth began dragging over your neck, his head dipped lowering bringing his attention to your collar bone as his hands slipped below your top, hot and heavy on your stomach. You sucked in your tummy, a knee jerk reaction trying to avoid any contact with him.

"oh love you don't have to do that~ its okay, I love your soft tummy~" he groaned into you neck making you wince biting your lip as he laughed softly pressing his palm to your abdomen the other travelled up dragging your top with it. It settled on your chest hand engulfing the soft mound from below lightly squeezing testing the weight of it in his palm and rubbing. He huffed in your ear and pinched lightly at the base of your tit before cupping it completely from underneath, raising it and squeezed running his thumb from the base to tip trying to coax out your nipple wanting to play with the small bud. You hissed and jolted when he squeezed a little too hard and raised your hands holding onto his arm, trying to pry your tit free.

"Ah, sensitive huh? Probably the hormones your so full of them, fertile ready to be fucked... But don't worry love I will remember tonight" he said slowly moving his thumb over a nipple trying to draw the bud out further to greet him.  

"Soo soft and fragile, perfect" he mused still fixated on the boob in his hand toying with it softly. You whined as he did and swallowed again, this time swallowing your pride too. You had to beg, to plead you couldn't help it. His words had terrified you and the way he was acting now? The soft and almost sensual way he was handling you still hid a dark anger.

Like he was almost trying to make up for what he was going to do to you. And you didn't want that, you didn't think you could survive his temper. You had to make it up to him. For your own sanity you had to hear him say the words, to promise not to lock you up for the rest of your days. It was sickening but you had to beg. To plead with him and finally give in to him. You had to obey and become his mate and wife if you wanted a life worth living.

"Pl-please Kal- I'm sor-ry I'm scared- you scare me- Please forgive me- I'll do better I promise I'll be good and do what ever you say don't lock me up, please I beg you don't use me like that- I'll be a wife, a-a mate, mother anything but please-" you began trying to twist around to face him but he grunted softly gripping your breast holding you still as you began weeping, you voice was small and lost frantic and full of fear and regret. Not that he thought you truly regretted your insidious words, but you may have regretted screaming them in his face.  

"Enough y/n....I know it is a shock but you said some very hurtful things back there... Though I suppose it goes along with what I told my mother, you've done me a favour proved me right I should thank you" He tutted and began pinching the breast in his hand resting his chin on your shoulder looking down your top to the hand groping at you. He was fascinated by your breasts, he couldn't wait to see them full. The fleeting image of you feeding his own child from them left a warm feeling in his chest. Followed by a possessive and surprizing thought that he himself would also taste your sustenance. He too would lather your full tits until they dribbled over him. A rush flowed through him at the thought of lapping up the tiny beads your body would offer him. Would you be sweet? Savoury? Either way if the milk was good enough for his children it'd certainly be good enough for him.  

Slowly he was drawn away from the mounds, eye's trailing up to your quivering lips, bitten and swollen... Delicious and tempting, his blues travelled further still, drinking in your terror. It was sweet and pure... He didn't want your fear, he wanted your love and acceptance but your fear made you pliable and controllable. One day you'd love and respect him, you'd understand  you were his mate, and he yours. But until then if fear and spankings whipped you into line and made you a good girl then he would use it. You were difficult, strong willed. It boded well for your children having such a strong mother.

You trembled when his eyes locked with yours ensnaring you in the crystal blues, he was the devil! A magnificent beautiful monster of tempting sharp lines. You hated him, feared him yet found him impeccably handsome especially like this. He was supporting a soft smile what ever was going on in that terrifyingly frantic mind of his had made him happy. You really were drawn to his looks, to the point you even questioned yourself about this... Bond you supposedly had but only once or twice, when you'd had a weak moment. Porcelain skin and the blackest hair you had ever seen, that was your only clue to what really lie beneath. A black soul. A deep dark all consuming back, that fed on light, stealing light and life from around him and taking it for himself.  

"And now you've got it out of your system and had you silly little five minuets throwing an embarrassing tantrum you'll not do it again not now, not at our wedding, not ever. I can fly you off seconds before you even start your shouting... I will warn you Mate Do not test me on this again y/n... We are one and you will learn your place one way or another...I love you" He stood back cupping your face spinning you to face him his hand slowly slipping from your chest settling on your hip. You heaved a deep shaky breath as he stared you down with an unreadable expression his face gave nothing away but you got the distinct feeling he was happy with your outburst. He stilled apart from running a few fingers over the apple of your cheek then your mouth. He pressed insistently on your lips forcing them to part slightly, just as you were going to give in and suck the digits he stopped pushing and his face darkened twisting into a smirk. He definitely liked you being frightened and meek. He was toying with you.  

"But I thank you for finally agreeing, it makes me so happy to hear you say you'll be good, that you'll be my happy little wife, my mate and be a good mother to our children... But there is one final thing I want to hear... Something that will make up for all your misbehaving today." he spoke quietly he was fishing, trying to see just how sorry you were, just how obedient you will be to save your hide.

You flicked your gaze to his eyes trying to meet them, fluttering your lashes at him making yourself small and shy... Docile, he seemed to like you being small and weak and you needed to make him happy and keep him happy. You had peeked behind the mask and saw the true insanity, the real monster and the deranged thoughts. And now your life was going to revolve around avoiding that madness.

"w-what I can- you'll forgive me? Yo-you wont lock me away?" you asked slowly around his thick finger that still sat on your lips, you wouldn't dare move it or complain. He smiled and cooed quietly rubbing the pad of his finger over your lip wetting it lightly and dragged down before prodding your nose playfully making you yip and squint panicked thinking he was going to... Well you wasn't sure but he could do anything! And that was the bottom line. Kal could do anything he wanted and their wasn't a soul on earth who could stop him. His hand hovered tipping your face up to look him in the eye.

"Yes, I will ignore all your vicious words if you do one thing for me. Tell me you love me" he uttered heatedly down at you, his words were heavy and thick with lust? Excitement? He sounded happy in a smug victorious way. The hot breath fell over your face forcing you to breath him in, to take in the overtly manly scent that was him. Your eyes dropped a little to his chest as he stood tall and proud, he had you between a rock and a hard place. You didn't have much of a choice. Your eyes dropped further as the words echoed in your head. He wanted compliance. You had to start somewhere because this really was it for you, there were no escapes you cant run from him, you cant fight him you had to just...

Your eyes were brought back to his face by his large palm dragging you up to face him. You took a deep breath and plastered a small unsure smile on your face seeing the danger in his gaze, the promise of consequences. He was waiting testing you, bullying you trying to break you. You hated him. Detested him he was a monster and had ruined your life; would continue to ruin it. And yet past all of those feeling you held for him, disgust hate, nauseous he physically made your skin crawl. But worst of all he terrified you and it was that fear that made you comply and give in to his demand. You had to give up and now was as good a time to start then any.

"I-I..." you faltered stuttering it was three words. Three tiny words that's all, so why was it so hard? You quieted yourself. It was sickening, after everything he'd done since that day on the bridge here you were falling to him, bending to his will. Were you really going to give in? Play your part? It was confusing your fear had got the better of you and was controlling you. He shuffled closer and pressed his head to yours looking right into your eyes. There was a faint glow to them, the blues getting a light to them a tint of red behind them in a strange and terrifying show of power. He was threatening you in the most subtle of ways.

"Say it, and like you mean it too... Tell me you love me" the order was quiet barely a whisper but you heard it loud and clear, it shook you to the core. You will never know how such a quiet string of words could be so threatening, so very fierce and violent yet calm and quiet.  

"I..I lov-ve you..."you finally managed to mutter shivering and trembling your bones shaking to the point of pain. You only just manager to look him in the eyes heart shriving in your chest when you saw his face had lit up with glee when he heard it. Those coveted words. He closed his eyes putting you at ease and pressed his hands to your ass and dragged you flush to him humming and grinning.

"hmm who? Who do you love? Come on tell me mate, I want to hear it... All of it~" he murmured against you, so close his lips brushed your cheek and ha nuzzled into you slightly crowding you trying to meld his body onto yours holding you so close, trying to fuse you both together permanently. Like he wanted you at his hip for eternity.

"Kal.. I-I love you Kal" you lips quivered and your hope died a little more, each word chipping at the last few shreds you had left. They were coming easier now, once you realised it soothed him, made him happy and less threatening. It was your safety, a small protection uttering the words out loud even if you didn't mean them. But the frightening thing was that now you had said them there was no turning back. He won outright in that moment and he knew it, he had you scared and obedient.  

"Again say it again louder I want to hear it again~" he pressed digging his fingers into the swell of your ass dropping his head to your neck groaning slightly relaxing against your body as you stood there slowly going numb.

"I love you Kal" this time you said it louder and clearer somehow finding the strength to lie quicker.  

"Ugh god~ Good girl, I love you too. Soo soo much" he moaned into your neck letting his hands wander across you again pressing his fingertips at the seam of your ass insistently over and overs grunting and moaning as his hips began rocking once again. You stood still letting him do as he pleased. What was the point in fighting and getting hurt.

"Very good, strained but we can work on that, I want you to practice~ You must get used to saying it back, I want to hear it every time I leave and return" he grunted in a heady tone, loosing himself in his madness once again, though this time was different, he wasn't angry madness But happy. It was a change but had you on edge.. What did it mean for you? You didn't have time to dwell on it as he continued with his rambling giving instructions and ordering you to do his bidding.

"And every time I spend myself inside your tight cunt, I want you to scream it as I flood you tiny body and force my seed into your womb and pump you full of my love...Try to remember that for tonight wife~" he said pressing a kiss to your neck and pulling away reluctantly eyes sweeping you once again eyeing you like a meal, a prize... He looked at you as if you were a thing, not a person.

"She's ready upstairs the second door on the left past the bathroom. This time remember your place wife." You nodded meekly and squeaked as ha landed a warning swat on your still bruised behind making you jump skipping the first wooden step you turned looking at him warily but he just tipped his head motioning you up the stairs. You swallowed and turned creeping up the steps your feet feeling heavier with every step, you had no choice. You had NO choice, this was it. Your head fell forward as the hopelessness set in. You cant outrun this, Kal would be your husband by this evening. And though you felt devastated you wasn't overly surprized by this. He didn't seem like one to share his toys.

"Oh in here deary~ that's it! Tada!" Martha poked her head out of one of the rooms and grinned giddy and lost in her own little world. She was a lost cause she took the lies Kal had fed her and in your stupidity you'd brought them to life with your little show of rebellion. You tip toed into the room and turned the corner and froze.

There it was. Hanging innocently on the curtain pole a pale champagne mermaid dress, the top was form fitting smothered in thick lace detailing crystals dotted across making it sparkle the Bardot sleeves were the same thick white lace and curved elegantly into a light sweetheart neck showing a hint of bosom not to much.

The lace fell around under your bottom and to the front meeting in a point halfway up your thigh the rest was a light flowing chiffon, layers upon layers and curved into a small train in the back... it was a beautiful dress elegant with a vintage almost classy art deco feel. It looked modern and old. Timeless. You wobbled on your feet almost backing out of the room.

Martha smiled placing her hands on your shoulders squeezing  lightly rubbing away the goose bumps, you shivered unable to take your eyes off the dress, it was a masterpiece any woman would be lucky to wear this on her big day. It was a shame that it was you, that this stunning dress would forever plague you. It was to be a symbol. You quickly began analysing it critically.  Kal was smart the way it would fit snug around your thighs would make you slow. You'd never be able to run in it, or jog you would be slow forced to face what ever Kal had planned head on.  

Your eyes dropped you had to stop you took a deep breath there was more laid out on the bed. Lingerie. White obviously lacey all in one strapless bodysuit complete with stockings and one small thin blue garter. You rolled your eyes something blue? Now you just needed something old, new and borrowed. Ever the fucking traditionalist. You moved cursing the room turning from the set.

"Don't you like it?-oh god on no honey don't cry!" You couldn't help it as soon as she questioned you broke tipping your head back trying to blink away the tears scoffing thanking god you hadn't wore a full face of makeup! You slumped on a chair that sat in front of a small dressing table. Martha followed you pulling tissues from a small strategically placed box and moved patting your eyes.

"Shh shh its alright, this is normal love you know I cried-bawled like a baby on my wedding day shhh here come here I've got you love" you cried harder as she hugged you. She didn't get it! This wasn't normal, you shouldn't be terrified of the man your going to 'marry' you shouldn't be forced into the dress in fear of being maimed of worse! And be held down and abused. But...But this was going to be your normal, this was your life, like Kal said it could be much worse and you knew he meant what he said. The look in his eyes made that clear. Kal would definitely take to his fortress or what ever and use you as a brood mare. You didn't stand a chance. You sat there and mourned, you mourned for your life, your freedom. Normality. You mourned for your heart the love you'll never know.

"Shh shh its-your okay child you'll be beautiful! Stunning  I think its gorgeous...hmmm? How about we try it all on honey? it will make you feel like a Princess~ and everyone deserves to feel like a princess in their wedding dress" she helped you up guiding you to the dress slowly helping you out of your own clothes and began chattering away but you were numb. You felt cold and rotten inside as if you were shriving up dying. Not because of the dress or the way this kind oblivious woman was undressing you slowly. Hell not even because of the wedding!

You were distraught because you truly realised this was it, Kal had won from start to finish he was three steps ahead and had never lost the lead. You had no doubt that maniac had planned this before he ever breeched you. Before he moved in and bred you before he took over your life. You moved numbly as the woman helped you before long you were in the lingerie and looking up at the ominous dress. Your eyes glazed again but she sighed patting your hand wrapping her arms around you rubbing your back.

"Hey hey it's going to be okay you'll be fine now come on we don't want to keep him waiting do we?~" she added and quickly turned pulling down the dress and crouched holding it out for you to step into. You bit your lip and slowly placed your feet in the middle of the champagne lacey pool of fabric. You had no choice, no escape Kal was your future whether you liked it or not, he'd have you as a wife or a captive. If you had to choose you'd choose wife.

"I never thought my Clark had an eye for this stuff but it turns out he just needed to find the right woman~ Hehe You know once he had a crush on this girl in middle school, he was so shy and falling all over himself valentines day was coming up, he fretted for weeks on what to give her. I took him into town and gave him a few dollars to get something nice to pop in her desk..." Martha smiled and began prattling on telling you of her son. Surprisingly it helped you ignore the dress being pulled up your legs. You listened to her voice drowning out everything else.

"I thought it would help with his confidence, by god I wish I'd known how bad he was with picking out presents. There was rows and rows of cute gifts for valentines heart's, bears chocolates you name it-here turn around love let me tie you in~" you spun slowly lifting an arm up as she zipped the zipper at the side under your arm then began pulling at the ties at the back cinching the dress tight.  

"There we go~ But back to my Clarks first valentine? Did he choose the valentines chocolates not on your life! My son with his impeccable eyesight chose the ugliest gaudy set of hair clips I'd ever seen big orange glittery monstrosities I think they were supposed to be bows but I'm not quite sure, I tried to talk him out of it" she stopped chuckling at the memory as she eyed you in the mirror tugging the ties from the bottom

"Good lord your bottom looks very good in this dress sweet heart~ I don't know how he will keep his hands off you in front of the cameras!" You frowned and snapped to face her turning around  

"Cameras? What are you being serious?" Martha looked nervous for a second thinking she'd messed up again she was worried you'd bolt not that you'd get far half tied in your wedding dress, not only that her Clark was downstairs he could pop up here and sooth you again quickly enough.

"Yes love, you are marrying Superman I know I sometimes forget he is this big powerfull hero but-"

"I don't, I can't... He is... Too much, too strong and..." you cut her off solemnly defeated understanding perfectly of course he'd have fucking cameras to capture every moment every movement. He was claiming you branding you without so much as lifting a finger. Superman's wife. It was a mantle you'd never escape if you refused him it'd be the same as telling the press the truth no one would believe you and they would tear you apart. And if you did marry him? Well there was no if he had orchestrated it perfectly.  

You took a deep breath and turned facing the mirror again. Martha approached you again tentatively and resumed tying the back of your costume. It wasn't your wedding gown it was a costume a disguise, a role. A role you'd have to play forever more you knew that the tightness in your chest magnified making your breaths shallow. It Martha noticed she didn't comment instead carried on with her story.

"Well any way whilst we were in the shop I was trying to help him make a better selection. You know the whole, 'but look these are nice and you get more' But nope he was adamant that was the one. He wrapped them up and did his little card and popped it in her desk. Safe to say the girl didn't like them. Clark was heart broken and swore he'd never buy a girl anything ever again." You winced holding your tummy almost stepping back as she moved up the back threading the ties through pulling tight as she went to keep the dress together and snug.

"He did though, and each time seemed to pick the wrong thing he once got a girl some femfresh? It was Christmas and he didn't want to pay for a premade hamper so decided to put one together himself. H just went to the drug store and got anything cheap that said for women! Can you imagine! Shaving foam, wax strips, razors and femfresh among other things. Not a single bath bomb or face mask!" she laughed shaking her head at the ridiculous list of gifts he idiotic son had gotten Lois a few years ago. She moved back tying off the dress and tucking the ends off into the top securely then patted you .

"So you can imagine my worry when he told me he'd got you a bloody wedding dress! But look he even got you a veil" she was quick to move around the room and slip the small comb under the back of your curled high bun. You watched at the tin veil fell behind your head and shoulders. you looked in the mirror feeling nothing but sick. You looked pretty you looked like a bride but you felt far from it. You felt like a fake and sham you felt trapped like a rat!

"Oh god look at you~ so so beautiful I'm so happy love, I never dreamt that Clark would ever- with the whole Superman thing and but...But here you are! Your a little miracle he needs you, needs love and acceptance just like the rest of us" she moved in quickly kissing your cheeks grabbing her own tissue wiping her eyes as she wept quietly fanning her eyes trying not to cry.

"Here, there-your shoes are by the dresser" you nodded finding a strange calm in all this shittyness you were thanking god you were cold and numb inside because you don't think Kal would take another freak out. Within moments you were in your shoes descending the stairs slowly trying not to fall. Martha moved behind you holding the small train off the steps as you moved.

Kal turned the corner and stopped frozen to the spot. He took a few deep breaths and blinked slowly. all the angry thoughts died as his gaze locked onto you, you were stunning, just had he had dreamt. the dress was snug, not to much but enough to flaunt the luxurious curves he had spent so much time exploring. your hair and make up matched the touched up natural beauty that will knock everyone off their feet. you were a vision the perfection made his mouth go dry. he shifted on his feet as you made it down the final step and staggered a little on your heels.  

He stared appraising you eyes roaming you, you offered a slow nervous smile hoping beyond hope he had calmed down. or at the very least you doing as you were told pleased him, you wanted to please him for your own safety. you cannot live for yourself any more the was no escaping this mad man. Ever. and you had to accept that, he will be your husband whether you liked it or not, he will marry you and fuck you as he saw fit and fill you as many times as he wanted. It was a bitter pill but you had to swallow it at some point, it may as well be today. you had to give up, you were defeated.

You gulped as his hand rose and he made a little twirling motion with his finger, you could hear Martha giggle as she jumped up onto the step behind you as you teetered on your shoes slowly twirling hands stretched out as you did so not wanting to trip and ruin the dress. Not that you cared about it but something tells you he wouldn't care he'd march you down to the alter with your ass hanging out if he needed to.

Kal hummed to himself a growl in his voice as he watched you spin giving him the full 360 view. you made to stop as you completed the turn only to be snatched up by a huge arm, you yipped as he dragged you towards him and pressed a violent kiss to your lips. Forcing them open making you whine and push at him but you paused as his arms held you tighter threatening to crush you. his teeth grazed your lower lip giving the impression of asking for permission but it didn't last. his tongue pried your jaw open and he sucked deeply into you prodding and swiping his tongue over yours. Then he retreated just as his mother was going to interrupt again. He held you securely eyes looking into yours with a heavy gaze, you fidgeted nervously under it he had you on edge. You were sure he wouldn't forget your fuck up so easily.

"I love you" he uttered interlocking his fingers behind your waist and rocked slowly. His eyes grew darker and his smile grew, the corners of his lips pulling up into a strange smug threatening grin. He was testing you waiting for your answer.

"I-I love you too...Kal I do l-love you" you felt sick as you uttered the words again, they tasted vile and your tummy sunk as you spoke them, but what choice do you really have. You had to behave, had to give in and be what he wants. Its the lesser of two evils.

"Now you two I know your already trying to make me some grand babies! And I can't wait to have tiny little feet running around again! But just make sure there is time for you~ you don't have to rush okay? That's the key to a good marriage you know cooking, love and patience the holy trinity of a happy house...God I'm so happy for the both of you and I will be recording it so smile down the cameras for me!" you looked to Martha slowly feeling defeated but nodded exhaling a shaky breath. You hoped your turmoil looked like nerves or you dread to think what Kal would do. The woman took a step towards you and pressed a kiss to your cheek whispering you'll be fine into your ear before pulling away.

"We will Ma, come on mate time to get hitched~" Kal scooped you up making you take a deep breath clutching your small bouquet of garden flowers. He paused when his mother quickly followed him dashing for the camera she'd dug out of the cupboard after he'd left this morning.

"Now you hold your horses! Before you both go! I want a picture of the happy couple!" She said excitedly. Kal turned with a grin and stood still looking at his ma with a wide grin nodding. Martha giggled and quickly brought the camera up to her eye.

"Smile!" She added and you did. A small tight smile Kal ducked down and nudged you making you look up, it was then you heard the shutter go. Martha taking  few quick snaps of you 'gazing lovingly' at your soon to be husband.

"Beautiful! God you can really tell you were both made for each other! A perfect couple" she gushed getting herself emotional. You wanted to scoff but managed to fight it off, instead tipping your head down looking at the pretty garden flowers in your hands.

"Right well we better get going ma, we will see you soon hopefully" Kal hummed eagerly wanting to hurry up and claim you publicly. There was something inside of him that needed you to be known as his, needed everyone to see you with him and understand you were taken. He didn't understand it but, it was like an itch in his very soul that he'd needed to scratch for months!

"No no you both take some time to yourselves!" Martha uttered waving Kal off making him purr and nod once before looking up to the sky.

"Hold on love" he whispered making you tense instantly without wasting time he crouched and took off flying through the air albeit slower then before being mindful of your dress and veil.

The fly was silent as you tipped your head down trying to keep your nerve needing to resign to this for your own good. You tried to remain small in his arms. Small and meek, he kept glancing at you, sighing as he swooped around buildings towards the city. Finally he seemed to have enough of you quiet pouting and spoke cutting through the tension with a jovial voice.

"Cheer up love give me a smile todays all about you~" he said trying to pull a smile, the man didn't seem to care much for your feelings, far too wrapped up in his own.

"Mate? Smile for me wont you? I did go to all this trouble for you, picked out a pretty dress? And convinced the priest to marry us today... The least you can do is smile for me anyone to look at you would think your being ungrateful.. I don't deserve a spoilt ungrateful bride. I deserve a happy blushing bride" he said voice slowly becoming deeper, a threat hanging loosely around the words as his tone became severe. You jolted and looked to him, turning your head as far as you could whilst staying out of the wind.

"...I Sorry I don't like heights, I just want to get down... I don't mean to be ungrateful Kal" you uttered, he was silent for a few seconds then grinned down at you like a maniac.

"Oh god love I'm sorry why didn't you just say so? My sweet mate I'd never ever drop you, you should know by now I'd protect you from everything." He said, his voice was hard and serious. And you believed him, he would protect you from everything other then himself.

"I'll let the pass just because you got dressed without a fuss like a good girl but no more you understand, your to be the perfect blushing bride, if you behave and remain my good girl I will reward you tonight and be extra sweet with you."

You looked down seeing the crowd from miles out Metropolis city centre was at a standstill you'd have thought it was a fucking protest had they not been congregating outside the new chapel hold huge sheets and banners with congratulations scrawled over it and blown up photos of your first meeting all over the crowd. You gasped trying to keep yourself calm but it was hard seeing the chapel waiting a wave of nausea washed over you again flooding your system you shuddered sniffling lightly feeling you eyes glaze over.

"Cry all you want any tears will be assumed happy what bride doesn't shed tears on their wedding?~" he added almost gleefully. You took some deep breaths as he flew closer. You could see the steps to the chapel had been cornered off with barriers the sea of people lined up against it. Journalists and camera crews were a little closer to the chapel. You ducked hiding into his chest as he swooped under a fucking helicopter that had another huge ass camera poking out the side doors.

Suddenly there was a roar over the crowed as they saw you both hovering above. Shit. you held him tight as his hovered eyeing the helicopter that circled the two of you getting their fill then he began a fairly slow descent moving across the crowd finally landing and placing your feet to the floor. He stood beside you pulling your small train out and fretting over your hair putting on a show making the women swoon. The press were all jumping over themselves trying to get few words. You tried to take a few steps back but Kal held you tight and moved ducking to your ear.  

"Remember to smile" he said tightly and pulled back grinning. You gasped as he held up a hand in a half wave. You looked out forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside. This was madness, caused by madness!

Kal paraded you in front of the sea of people and cameras a slow walk with him at your side people shouted out there best wishes  and compliments some were asking about the dress and the rings ect. As you walked people even began throwing flowers. One in particular made you halt for a second it wasn't fancy or even well to be frank it was almost wilting a small open red rose few petals had fallen off and the leaves were droopy. You tugged Kal to a halt and picked it up.  

"Mate- what out of all these? You want that one? Why not pick a pretty one there's hundreds" He snipped trying to keep his face happy and light as he scolded you. You smiled standing again the small bud in your hand. This could be your little payback, make me look perfect stick me in a pristine gown give me a veil force me to look happy and parade around playing this role. Yet this one small dying flower will represent just how I feel. And only the two of you will know exactly what it means. You smiled to him snapping the long stem and turned to him smiling sweetly.

"Would you place this in my hair husband?" Kal nodded grinning but it didn't quite meet his eyes still he turned poking threading the stem into your hair beside your veil. Causing a few squeals and the snapping of smartphones and high end cameras taking photos around you. Then he turned abruptly to the steps guiding you up to the chapel.

The stairs seemed to go on forever, each low step bringing you closer to your fear And made this all the more real. Your heart beat slowly grew louder drowning out the crowd. Before you knew it Kal had lead you to the door and halted outside of them. You faltered for a moment trying to understand why he hadn't just dragged you through them. Then it dawned on you. Press. They had been allowed just outside of the doors to do news stories on it. You shivered and took a step closer to him making him grin and pur down at you holding you that little but closer before leaning forward as if to kiss you letting the press get their shots.  

You tucked your head down a little into his chest and breathed in a deep breath. Shaking on the spot nervous you felt uneasy and almost dizzy as the roar of the crowd and flashing lights took their toll. The press screaming out at you over and over each wanting your attention. It was too much! You moved out a hand weakly grabbing at him, in this moment he was your comfort. The only thing here that would help you if things got out of hand. You couldn't help thinking it was planned like that, everything designed to make this all seem like a fucking fairy tale. If only they realised this fair tale was closer to a brother Grimm story. Your hand snatched his cape pulling it nervously on instinct. Kal grinned and stood taller, prouder puffing his chest and flexing his muscles slightly and looked over you around checking for any danger whilst inching closer to you holding you to his front.

"Come love its time" he said into your ear one arm around your waist holding you 'sweetly' only you and him would know it was to stop you from running should your panic take hold of you, not that you could in the dress and heals. There was a wave of high squeals and swoons of women from all around you as Kal patted your bottom and made a point to pinch your chin and make you look him in the eyes. You blinked up at him eyes glazed with tears your hand relinquished his cape and moved to his hand down from your chin slowly.

"I love you" he declared loud enough for the few cameras near the entrance to pick up.

"I-I love you too Kal, I..." you looked around panicked your blood froze when you looked to the left coming face to face with what must be no less then fifty lenses, big and small. Each staring unblinkingly focused on you. You held your breath and faltered. Kal was quick to capture your attention again. The hand hovering by your face moved cupping your cheek pulling you to face him once more, making sure to play his part. The golden boy.

"This is insane-please can we just-" you began arguing visibly shaking in your shoes from the pressure. Kal shuffled forward again tipping his head down pressing a kiss to your head.

"shh I know, forgive me my love, I just wanted to show you off, just this once" he said softly and smiled down at you sincerely. It made you falter, he looked genuine. But was it a ploy to get you to behave? Was it for the cameras or because you'd behaved. You didn't know but the anger and irritation from earlier wasn't there, there was no threat in his voice either, no darkness in his eyes.

"Come lets get this over with and get home" he said moving quickly pulling your veil over your face letting it float down over you and opened the door. You swallowed torn as he held open the door waiting for you to enter. Like a lamb to slaughter.

It was time. You took a deep breath and stepped across the threshold into gods house, silently praying for mercy as the heavy door closed behind you. The foyer was clear no one here waiting to take photos, you could breath again. Kal marched forward to the second ornate closed doors and placed a single palm to them and spun on you.

"Remember mate, behave... No more rose tricks, we are here to be married and finally become one, finalise our bond once and for all" he teased a dark jeer in his velvet tone of voice. He was almost baiting you. You sighed nodding slowly looking past him to the door.

"I'm just at the alter and god help you if you don't walk down that aisles when our wedding march plays. First the press will tear you apart and then I will! And you will have no choice but to be hidden away never to be seen again" he added making it perfectly clear what the consequences would be if you didn't play ball.

"I-I understand Kal... I don't want to be locked up, I told you that" you said quietly. You meant it, the thought of being chained to a bed god knows where to be used as a womb to rebirth a race for the rest of your days was not pleasant. And the man had been serious about it.

"Good girl I will see you in a moment. I love you" he praised licking his lips eyeing you once more

"I love you too, Kal" you replied obediently little feeling in the words. You didn't mean them but said them to plicate him.

"See your much better at it now~" he grinned and walked through the door leaving you to yourself in the small space.  

Your heart felt heavy, as if it were slowly being crushed, stomach clenching tight in painful spasms. You peaked up at the stained glass that hung over the main doors of the chapel. The image of green pastures and the sun with the cross bathed in the golden rays. It was calming, but did nothing for your nerves.  

Your gaze was pulled to the ornate doors when a traditional wedding march began playing the deep baritone organ making you tremble along with the walls it echoed off. The song was played beautifully even if it made your stomach churn and toes curl. On the second pass of the song the doors were opened and you saw the aisles. Blue. Almost adding insult to injury, rubbing salt into the wound.

Your wedding march felt more like a death march.

You took a breath and willed your feet to move, slowly and unsure. Your shoulders shrunk both of your hands twisted the small bouquet crushing the stems of Martha's flowers in your palms. Swallowing you tried ignoring the cameras in almost every single persons hand. The church was packed, pews overflowing with strangers and press. There were a few drones flying overhead the whirring of the blades signalling their movements.  

Everyone was standing watching you as you timidly made your way down the aisles towards Kal. He stood with his back to you, cape billowing around his ankles swaying with his breaths. You could feel his victorious smile from here. Your knees shook the closer you got to him. This was it. He won, and he made sure everyone could see his victory!  

Tears streamed from your eyes you couldn't blink them away. It was hopeless, you were his just as he had always said you'd be. Finally you came to a halt next to this immaculate monster. He gave a small hmpf in response but held out a hand to you. A sweet reassuring gesture to many, but you knew better. You flicked your gaze to him pleading with your eyes not to force this. But he grinned and wriggled his fingers at you. He was asking for your final answer. What will it be? Become my wife, or become my prisoner? You whined and slowly removed one hand from your bouquet. You jumped a little when a small quire boy stood beside you and held his hand out to take your bouquet. you breathed a sigh of relief and smiled to the boy handing him the flowers. Thankful he had interrupted the little exchange. But Kal was not and inched his hand closer to you still waiting for flowers submit to him. You smiled warily feeling the irritation from him and quickly grasped his hand squeezing it in what you hoped was an apology. His only response was him squeezing back harder.

The small gesture was the final surrender. Your life was now his, to as he wanted. He sent you a smug smile his eyes glittering at you with pride once more then turned to face the reverent for your ceremony.

The wedding itself lasted almost an hour, hymns and prayers, lighting of a candle and even tying your hands together with a pure white ribbon? Then the exchange of rings, that you'd never seen before in your life. Two beautiful rings that fit together. Kal’s was a thick band of what looked like hand beaten pewter matte but elegant the inside was lined in rose gold and had a cut out of your own ring... as if your rings were to symbolise just that. That you were made for one another- that you were made for him, just like Adam and eve. Your own ring was a thin dainty rose gold band with three small diamonds fanned out in a arch shape. Before you knew it you were repeating vows that made your stomach churn and skin crawl.

Kal made sure to hold your hand during the whole thing, squeezing and coaxing you through the ordeal eyes watching you like a hawk silently judging you then came the final moment.  

"Do you Kal El take this woman to be your lawfully wedded  wife, for as long as you both shall live?" Kal grinned and nodded enthusiastically at you as you quivered.

"I most definitely do" he purred definitely enjoying himself on this world stage. Your knees began shaking when the weight of what was happening hit you. Your breathing picked up and panic flooded you! You cant do this! You cant go through with it! You needed out now! You almost lost your balance in the dizzying panic adrenaline overwhelming you in seconds. One leg gave way bellow you making some of the guests gasp and rise to help, but Kal had it under control. He was quick to catch you before you truly fell and wrapped a hand around your waist humming to you.

"Is everything okay?" The reverent asked alarmed not wanting to overstep himself but still wanted to make sure you were well. Kal smiled and rubbed your side hushing you his fingers threatening you with harsh presses digging in holding you to him tightly.

"Yes, yes she... Is fine, its just our bond, it is difficult for a human to handle" he explained slowly trying to figure out if this was a ploy to get out of your wedding but... he could hear it. Your heart racing, blood pumping you were having a panic attack. Shit.

"I see shall I continue?" Was the reply. It took every ounce of restraint not to roll his eyes and bark at the human before him. But he managed to ignore him focusing on you instead as your panic grew, tears now rolling down your face.

"Yes please, she will be okay in a moment, its just the relief, isn't it love?" Kal asked hoisting you up higher to stand taller. You winced a little but swallowed your sobs as your heart finally crumbled in your chest. Hopes of finding a way out of this mess died along with the hopes of ever having true freedom or happiness again!

"I yes its... Been a long time coming" you said smiling a tight smile, trying with all your might not to bawl your eyes out. You were terrified still shaking under your dress praying Kal wasn't mad at you, he didn't seem to be. Especially when he over heard a few women gushing at how you were weak at the knees from finally marrying the love of your life.

"Do you y/n y/l/n take this...Man to be your lawfully wedded husband as long as you both shall live?" The question seemed long, you waited for the man to finish with a false smile tears of 'joy' streaming. You paused and sniffled, Kal held his breath watching you closely, daring you to defy him. You swallowed and closed your eyes nodding.

"I-i do" the words were a quiet trembling whisper that made Kal preen, almost as much as earlier when you'd been coerced into telling him you loved him. Your body was instantly cold. Numb. Your final self betrayal was done. You were no longer your own but his. In everyway, there was nothing you could of done differently,. Everything had been out of your hands since the day you'd met him. He was always going to do this, you were always going to end up here, in this costume giving yourself to a monster.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss the bride" the reverent said happily motioning to Kal.  

One of Kal’s hands moved the veil swooping it over your head, he stepped closer to you his arm still around your waist pulling you flush to him. You could of passed out from the nausea and light-headedness that came with your anxiety. Your panic was not gone just overrun with fear. Your fear of your own husband!

Kal cupped your neck and dipped forward leaning over you sharply stealing your lips in a kiss. You gasped hands going to his chest on instinct trying to push him away but you just couldn't. The crowd behind you roared to life with applause and wolf whistles as Kal kissed you deeper then he should have, lapping at your mouth trying to pry it open. But he soon gave up and pulled away, you expected him to be angry but instead he was grinning.

"Well look at that? My very own wife~" he purred wrapping himself around you hoisting you up into his arms stealing another kiss as he turned and began walking you down the aisles towards the exit. The crowd watched eagerly shouting their congratulations. But you barely heard it. All you could hear was the deafening sound of the blood in your ears and the instant regretful thoughts screaming at you. You had just sold yourself to the devil- a mighty unstoppable beast that had everyone fooled. You felt disgusted with yourself for giving up your life so easily. But this was no longer your life it was his. Everything from now on had to be about him, your only goal now was to survive Kal for as long as you could. And that meant playing your part in his madness.

#henry cavill #dark superman #dark! superman x reader #kal el #yandere dc #yandere superman #dark!Superman #superman x reader #superman imagine #superman x you #superman x y/n #dark!dc

[cloudytaemin]

Cascade (M)

Pairing: Taemin x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Begging, Minor Fill Kink, General Smut

WC: 860

Summary: Taemin comes home from his performance and decides it would be a good idea to join you in the shower.

Taglist: @taemin-jaemin (i was asked to do this okay pff just ask me if you wanna be added)

A/N: this was originally a daddy kink ff, but let me know if you guys want to see something like that and ill write it for my lovely y/n-nies :)

Taemin hears the water running as he walks into your shared bedroom, and the image of you in the shower causes him to gulp.

He removes his suit jacket and his button up. His black hair is sweaty from performing, staying in a pushed back position when he runs his fingers through it.

Taemin walks up to the bathroom door and knocks, telling you he’s coming in. The black haired performer opens the door to the shower and strips the last of his clothes in front of you, eyes hard and seductive. “Hi, love,” he starts, wrapping his arms around your waist. “How was your day today?"

“It was okay, a little tiring though.” You say, going on your tiptoes to peck his lips.

“Here, let me help. Does a massage sound good?” He asks, picking up the bar of soap.

“Actually, yes, it sounds heavenly…” You say, turning around. Taemin lathers up your back and then massages your shoulders and neck, making his way down to your hip area. The movement of the dancer's hands and the water from the shower head causes you to become increasingly more sensitive, a familiar warmth spreading between your legs.

His small hands creep up your sides and fondle your breasts, sending a number of sensations through you when combined with the bruises he’s leaving on your neck.

“More, please, more.” You command, moving your head to accommodate him. In response, Taemin moves one of his hands lower and rolls your nub between his fingers. A lewd exhale comes from you as he does the three, putting all of his tired muscles to work again. The two of you stay like this for quite a while, letting the warm water cascade down your bodies and wash away the sweat that begins to emerge from being so close together in a steamy bathroom.

It’s calming when he starts with two fingers inside of you, making you shudder and lean your weight onto him. “Love, do you feel how wet you are for me?” He whispers into your ear, licking the shell down to the nape of your neck, tracing each hickey he made. You can do nothing but groan, Taemin having decided to stick a third finger into you. The knot is getting tighter and tighter as he thrusts them quickly, your clenching getting more irregular. “Go ahead, love, let go. I love how you look when you do it.”

You almost cry out from only his fingers making you cum, his body having to hold you up from your collapse. “Are you ready again? I don’t like to wait, we don’t do recovery in this house until I’m finished. Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you so bad, please give me your cock, I want it so much,” You whine, looking up into his eyes. “Don’t make me wait, I’ve been so good for you, really, I’m ready, I can take it…”

“If you say so, love, prove to me how good you can take me, yes?”

“I will, I’ll make you proud, I p-promise.” You utter, feeling his tip at your entrance.

“Good little girl, so you’re good for me.” Taemin says, pushing in halfway before pausing. “You’re so tight, I stretched you out perfectly…” he says with a strained voice, slowly inching in more.

Taemin's long and hard, almost hitting your g-spot on the first push inside. You can feel him swelling inside of you the longer he stands still, the fullness starting to reach a level of stuffed. It’s not too long until he thrusts slowly in and out of you, making you mewl softly at the feeling of him sliding against your walls.

The atmosphere becomes more sensual as the air fills with both of your sounds. Taemin makes his way up from slow to horribly close to fast to pounding. You’re pushed back against the wall and pinned there, he’s hiked your leg up over his shoulder. It hits your g-spot perfectly, he’s putting you right on the edge before another fall into release. ”y/n, love, look at me while I fuck you,” he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls it upward. The blue contact lenses from his performance make his eyes more alluring and tempting, you want to fall into them, be captured, and then never let go.

Your lover captures your lips in a heated kiss, messy and quick. When he pushes his tongue past your lips, it’s just enough to have you a moaning mess, cumming around his cock. “Fuck, you’re so warm, I won’t hold out if you’re going to feel like this,” Taemin’s thrusts become rushed and irregular, his breathing heavy. You can‘t help but clench harder because of the new pace, making him reach his climax.

His cum comes out in massive spurts, filling you to the brim and leaving you satisfied, even when it drips down your legs into the shower drain. It makes you recall that you’ve left the water on for at least an hour and a half by now, and you look to Taemin. “So, what are we going to do about this water bill?”

#taemin scenarios #taemin smut #taemin fanfic #taemin x reader #shinee fanfic #shinee x reader #shinee smut #shinee scenarios

[trekscribbles]

Cherry Juice

Fandom: Leverage Word Count: 1558 Pairings: Just Eliot and Parker friendship Cross-posted: AO3 and FF

Eliot had blood on his hands, and the fact that it surprised him... surprised him. The sight of it hit him like a punch to the face, the kind he hadn't been expecting—the kind that made him stumble when he needed to keep his feet. He sucked in a breath, feeling his muscles bunch in preparation, tucking his elbows against his body. Parker called it his Danger Mode, and he—

Parker.

Eliot took another breath, staring down at his hands. It wasn't blood, it was cherry juice. He was standing in his kitchen, making cherry chutney for a pork loin he was going to grill later. Parker sat across from him, perched on a stool with her elbows on his island, watching him like a cat studying a bird.

She was saying his name, her eyes all bright and curious. He gave her a wordless grunt and turned away, all but running to the sink, pushing up on the faucet handle with his wrist and scrubbing the red off his skin. It stained the creases where his fingers bent, running down underneath the nails and making his knuckles look bruised.

"Eliot?" Parker was next to him now, peering over his arms as if he was doing something interesting instead of trying to scour the skin off his hands.

He cleared his throat. "It's—the—the juice was sticking to the knife."

Parker's eyes followed the flow of pink draining from his hands. "It looks a little bit like..." Her eyes snapped up to his, and he looked away before he could tell himself not to. I hadn't noticed, he wanted to say, all gruff and confident and dismissive. It was just sticky. You don't want to use a sticky knife.

But he couldn't force the words out. He continued to wash until his skin burned under the steaming water, feeling the heat of Parker's gaze like a he was an ant under her magnifying glass. When his flesh was pink and raw and as clean as he could possibly get it, he turned off the water and reached for the towel hanging from the oven handle.

Parker beat him to it. "Is that what bothered you?" she asked, holding it out to him.

He took it roughly, ready to tell her to mind her own business, but he couldn't make himself say that when he couldn't even meet her eyes. So he nodded, and she nodded in response.

"It wasn't. It was just cherry juice."

"I know that, Parker."

"You wanted to fight something though."

He wanted to argue that too, but his still-tense muscles told him that denial was pointless. "It's a reflex," he murmured instead.

"Would you have fought the cherries?"

The question made him blink at her, and her face looked so sincere, like she'd just asked an actual question and was waiting for an actual reply. "No, Parker," he said, managing a little of his usual gruffness.

"Good. Then I'd have to tell Nate, and he'd have to tell Sophie, and you'd have to take a wellness quiz and—"

"A wellness quiz?"

"Yeah." She leaned away from him, plucking a pitted cherry from the bowl on the counter and popping it into her mouth. "You know, like How are you feeling today? and Why do you think there are monsters in your closet? and How did you find out the monsters had the key to the ice cream freezer?"

Eliot stared at her, trying to make sense of her words. "Did someone ask you those questions?"

She nodded. "You know, the questions they ask you when you're a kid. Wellness quizzes." Eliot shook his head, and Parker seemed to deflate a little. "Oh. Was that just me?"

"No one ever asked me anything like that," Eliot said. His hands were dry now, but he didn't want to put down the towel. "Did you get asked those questions a lot?"

"A few times," Parker said, and he got the impression that she was hedging.

Eliot sighed. The Question flashed through his mind again: How did he end up with these people, these damaged children with damaged pasts that wouldn't let them go? He used to be someone who wouldn't care about this kind of thing—about her wellness questions, about her childhood, about her. He used to be the kind of monster that would have hidden in her closet.

But he'd just tried to scrub the skin off his hands because of some cherry juice.

"Go ahead," he grunted, replacing the towel on the rack and picking up his knife again.

"What?"

"Go ahead and give me the quiz." He forced his fingers around a pitted cherry, focusing on relaxing his grip on the knife so it would glide through the fruit instead of chopping.

Parker tilted her head. "How are you feeling?"

"Hungry."

"And how did you sleep last night?"

"Fine."

"No nightmares?"

"No."

"No getting up in the middle of the night to check for monsters under your bed?"

Eliot looked up from the cherries. "Do you do that?"

"Not anymore. Hardison said you chased all the monsters away for me."

A mix of emotions drove his eyes down again—he was irritated that Hardison was making promises for him, and touched at the thought that his name was enough to banish Parker's fear. "Next question."

"Have you been spending more time alone lately than is normal for you?"

"Parker, you're in my kitchen right now. I told you I was busy and you came over anyway."

"I thought it was code."

"It was code for I'm busy, don't come over."

"Okay. Are you having problems with your teachers or parents?"

He expected the mention of his parents to bring the usual spike of guilt, but instead he only quirked up his eyebrows and scraped the halved cherries into their waiting bowl. "Teachers?"

She nodded seriously. "Or parents. Any arguments with Nate lately?"

"Nate's not my dad."

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously. You don't look anything alike."

"No, Parker, I haven't had any arguments with Nate or Sophie, and I got Hardison to write my term paper for me."

Though he said it as sarcastically as possible, Parker nodded in approval. "Are you taking unnecessary risks or getting hurt frequently?"

"All of my risks are calculated and necessary."

"You did get shot during our last job."

"It was a graze," Eliot argued, rolling his shoulder to prove that it had healed. "Next question."

He waited, but she was quiet for so long that he was able to cut three cherries in peace before looking up. When he did, her eyes were focused on the counter between his cutting board and the bowl. "Will you tell me the next time you go into Danger Mode when there's no danger?"

Eliot frowned, setting down his knife and wiping his fingers on the towel. He wanted to say no, because admitting something like tensing for a fight while he was cooking at home felt like an admission of weakness, but her face was closing off in anticipation of his denial and he hated being responsible for that reaction. So he picked up a cherry half and held it out to her, waiting to speak until her eyes crept up to his. "I will," he said slowly. "If you promise to never tell Hardison."

In a heartbeat, her expression lit up and she plucked the cherry out of his palm. "Deal."

"You shouldn't be this excited about keeping secrets from your boyfriend."

"I don't want to get out of practice," she said, shrugging. "Besides, I keep tons of secrets from you."

"Like what?"

"Like that time Hardison put a clip in your hair while you were sleeping and you didn't notice it and then he got scared that you'd find it so he made me sneak behind you and take it out."

"Parker!"

She winced. "Which he told me not to tell you. So now you have to keep my secret too."

Eliot threw another handful of cherries onto his cutting board, scowling, and his gaze caught on his stained fingers. His body didn't react to the sight this time—his heartbeat stayed even, his shoulders relaxed. He glanced up at Parker, busy stealing another piece of fruit from the bowl, and failed to contain the burst of warmth that spread through him. Maybe she'd been right after all. Maybe "don't come over" was a code, one he hadn't even realized he'd been giving her. One she'd read as effortlessly as she'd read his reaction to the cherry juice on his skin. Had she always been that good at reading him? Were Sophie's lessons finally starting to take hold, or was Parker just getting better at recognizing emotion in others now that she had accepted it in herself?

Or did it have more to do with him than her? Was he starting to let down his guard more than he'd realized?

"Ask me another question," Eliot said quietly.

Parker beamed at him. "Another wellness question?"

"No. Anything."

"What else goes into the chutney?"

Eliot smiled, thinking back to the dish he'd tasted on his last trip to India. "I don't have a recipe, but I think I tasted onion, curry, lemon juice..."

"You always taste lemon juice."

"Yeah, well," he shrugged. "It's a very distinctive taste."

#leverage #fanfic #eliot spencer #parker leverage #friendship #I was cutting cherries in half for my toddler and this happened #sorry #very little planning or editing went into this #not beta read

[jaesvelvet]

jealousy jealousy — kim junkyu

words: 1.7k words

warning: grammartical errors,idk what i write does it make sense? reader being insecure!

pairing: junkyu+fem reader

notes: i want to publish my jihoon's ff but i haven't finish it yet since my school is starting soon😭 anyway this ff inspired by olvia rodrigo's song, jealousy jealousy (remember you're beautiful just like the way you are!!!🤍)

you couldn't help but grinned as you step into the famous YG building. it feels like a dream come true. you used to be a trainee in a small company for 5 months before decided to left, you realized that you didn't have the talent to be an idol, you're just average on everything, that's all. you gasped when you saw a huge screen in front of the escalator playing blackpink's mv on the screen. YG is that rich exactly like the news said.

"y/n!"

you turn, grinning widely at junkyu, who from the convenience store with some snacks on both of his hands. you waved at him and junkyu laugh in response

"i'm sorry for being late," he said, handing some bread to you

"no it's okay i just got here," you said

you and junkyu are best friends since high school, you're the one who supported junkyu's journey to debut, and junkyu was grateful to have a friend like you, junkyu always convince you to audition at YG but you refused since you now want to focus on your studies. but after junkyu accidentally saw a book full of lyrics song at your desk, he forced you to record one of the songs in his studio and release it on soundcloud so junkyu could promote the song to his fans.

of course, you reject the offer saying you can't sing and you don't want any attention in the university. a medical science student releases a song on a soundcloud, out of the blue, and treasure junkyu promoted her music?? no way!

however junkyu being junkyu, he didn't give up and keep encouraging you to record one of your songs, you didn't need to prepare anything just bring the lyrics and yourself, and the rest, he will work on it. after weeks tried to convince the you, you finally agreed with one term; which is junkyu need to buy you food. a lot of food.

"okay so here it's my studio, um it isn't something to brag about since half of the members have their studio," he said, opening the door of his studio showing his messy studio with a big portrait of treasure on the wall.

"you should clean your studio if you want to impress a girl kyu" you joked, getting a whine from junkyu mumbling that he would never see the world again if he brings a 'girlfriend' over.

junkyu pressed something on his keyboard and bass sound came out, making you flinch, the instrument that junkyu creates is mellow and kinda strident? as soon as you heard the instrument you know which lyrics from your lyrics book would go along and make a perfect song

"i have a perfect song for this" you excited, taking out your black notebook and turn to a back page—clearly the lyrics are fresh from the oven.

"okay i'm gonna play it and you sing the lyrics okay?"

you nodded and sing a little bit of the lyrics

"i kinda wanna throw

my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls

too good to be true"

"woah! it's perfect" junkyu gasped, amazed at how the instrument he made suits perfectly with your lyrics. you smile, you didn't suprised much since you know how much passion junkyu has in music.

"okay now you eat first, i'm gonna rearrange the lyrics to suit with the melody," he said and get a nod from you. you eat the bread that junkyu bought for you, you also eyeing the studio, it's kinda cold in here cause the space not too big and they put a big ass aircond on top of you.

junkyu notice your quiver, he rolled his eye when you only wearing a thin black shirt material, he scoffs before handing you his pink hoodie that he left in the studio yesterday.

"i won't turn off the aircond so you must wear this hoodie, it's been a week since i wash it," he said in a teasing voice, you frown yet you have no choice to wear the pink treasure hoodie or else, you're gonna die in this cold studio.

you sigh in relief when the hoodie warms your cold body, you side-eyeing junkyu who looks so serious rearrange the lyrics, you then click on the instagram icon, you felt blue as you saw haeri post on your feed— haeri is a popular rich girl in your university, you and her once assigned in a group for an assignment and she is very kind and open about her opinions, she also very serious when it comes to study/work and she is pretty, to your eyes she is like a goddess. she is so pretty, kind, and selfless, and you really lying if you didn't jealous of her. she has a perfect life and you still struggling to get a diploma.

you slowly pressed the screen twice, liking a picture of haeri; wearing a beanie and a mask in a cafe without posing too much, getting 2 thousand likes within 1 hour. you wonder how is it to be like a rich popular pretty girl in university? well, damn sure you will get all of the pretty privileges in your life. you sighed as you realized you're comparing yourself again with haeri. you always remind yourself not to compare yourself to anyone since you're beautiful enough but you can't. the funniest thing is you and haeri didn't even know each other, yet you being so jealous of her life. sometimes you just feel small, you want to be like them.

"y/n!" junkyu shakes your body making you slap his hand

"what!?"

"i called you for like thousand times! you didn't hear me?" junkyu said, stroking his hand that got slapped by you

"oh i'm sorry, im zoning out, you're done rearranging?"

junkyu nodded

"you can listen to the instrument and practice your lyric with it," he said

"okay"

an hour passed, you finally get the tempo, beat, and rhythm right, you grin excitedly as junkyu put the headphones on your head and directing the microphone to you

"you ready?" junkyu asked

"yes i am" with that, junkyu clicked on something and you could hear the instrument, you begin to sing the verse of your song choice.

i kinda wanna throw my phone across the room

'cause all i see are girls too good to be true

with paper-white teeth and perfect bodies

wish i didn't care

you stop singing and look at junkyu curiously making junkyu paused the song and look back at you with a confused look

"why?"

"doesn't singer usually stop singing for producers fix their mistakes?" you asked making junkyu giggle

"yes that's true but you didn't have any mistake, you're doing good, i will pause the music if i have something to fix" he explained, getting an 'oh' from you. you continue singing the song.

i know their beauty's not my lack

but it feels like that weight is on my back

and i can't let it go

com-comparison is killin' me slowly

i think i think too much

'bout kids who don't know me

i'm so sick of myself

i'd rather be, rather be

anyone, anyone else

my jealousy, jealousy started followin' me

started followin' me

as you singing the song that you wrote, junkyu couldn't help but wonder who is the person, you dedicated to? or how you inspired to write this song? this song is obviously about your insecurities about some girl, and you don't even know her! junkyu pout when you felt like this, he knew how insecurities could kill you, back then when he was a trainee he felt insecure with all of the trainees that beat him to debut, he felt he doesn't belong in here but with you and his members on his side, he gained confidence and prove to the world that he is himself and nothing can change that.

all your friends are so cool, you go out every night

in your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're livin' the life

got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too

i wanna be you so bad and i don't even know you

all i see is what u should be

happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

all i see is what i should be

i'm losin' it, all i get's jealousy, jealousy

you remove the headphone as soon as the instrument stop playing, you handing the headphone without noticing junkyu's face, chaeyul grabbed the water bottle and drink, her throat felt dry after singing a whole song which you have never done in your life, making you wonder how did singer voice so stable when singing live?

"kyu—oh my god why are you looking at me like that?" you take one step back as you saw junkyu looking at you with frowns on his face, you bit her lips was your singing that terrible?

"sit down here" he ordered, you quickly took a seat beside him without saying anything

junkyu grab your hand and rubs it softly while looking at you with his brown eyes.

"what you see is all fake y/n. she living her best life is what you see what you want, but you didn't see her pain, how hard she must through a day in her life, we didn't know if she struggles behind, you also know you can't compare yourself to others right? you're beautiful" he said

"but, i don't know kyu. i couldn't help but felt all jealous of her, i feel like a total loser" you said

“no y/n, you're not a loser! hear me out, you do great, you beautiful and an amazing person, so why do you need to be insecure to a person you never know? everyone is beautiful on their own, you're an original version of yourself and no one else could be you. you are special and unique, you wouldn't know if someone is jealous of your life, a successful medical student who has a great voice. you need to love yourself more, let yourself shine in your spotlight. trust me popular life wouldn't great as you think" he said

you smile at his words

"thank you kyu, honestly, you're right.i didn't appreciate myself enough this past week, hearing you said that making me feel great about myself, i am me, there's nothing anyone could change about me"

junkyu smile and pat your head

"that's my girl"

#treasure imagines #treasure scenario #treasure yg #treasure junkyu #kim junkyu #junkyu imagines #junkyu scenarios #junkyu fluff #junkyu angst #treaure blurbs

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ Stress Relief ~

Warnings: fem!reader, sub!felix, mommy/babyboy kink, pegging, body worship, overstimulation, male orgasm, dacryphilia.  

Word count: 929 words

Requested: nope, just me having fun lmao (and being a hoe for sub!felix)

Sitting in the living room, you were working on a digital project that is due next week. You let out a sigh, clearly frustrated from the expectations put on you. Felix walked out the bedroom with his phone in his hand, laughing at whatever was on the screen. 

“y/n! have you seen this? it’s so funny” he said between laughs. 

“Babyboy, can you please be a little quiet? Mommy is working” you said as you clenched your fist underneath the desk. 

“Oh- sorry m-mommy” he whispered, lowering his gaze back onto his phone and walking back to the bedroom, quietly shutting the door. 

You took a big breath and continued working.. or as you were supposed to before Felix shouted from the other room. 

“Mommy!! Have you seen my blue shirt?!” 

Only adding to your frustration you shouted back, “No! Be quiet baby!”.

He popped his head out of the bedroom door and was positive that you had seen the shirt. 

“I know you’ve seen the shirt, mommy! You washed it!” he said with furrowed eyebrows.

You shut your computer with a slam and snapped your head to the boy whose eyes were wide with shock.

“S-sorry mommy.. I’ll jus-t...” Felix said softly and popped his head back into the room. 

There was something that never failed to remove your stress and that’s Felix whimpering underneath you as you drilled him into the mattress. Your eyes lit up with lust. Perfect timing. 

You marched over to the bedroom door and knocked. 

Felix turned the knob, his gaze still on the his phone. 

“Mommy you don’t have to kno-..”

He was startled when you roughly sealed your lips with his, turning your head and coaxing his tongue. 

In shock he dropped his phone, the screen still lit up. 

“Mommy-y what.. ah..” he mewled as you started trailing sloppy kisses down his neck. 

“How dare you disturb me when I’m working? Is my baby that horny~” you said in a sarcastic tone, smiling against his neck. 

“I’m sorry-y... nghhh..” 

The poor boy grunted in you ear as you palmed him through his sweatpants. Feeling his hard dick against your hand made you even wetter than you already were.

“Babyboy deserves a punishment for disturbing mommy, don’t you agree?” you whispered in his ear.

He gulps and answers with a tiny nod.

“Use your words darling..”

“I want mommy to ff-fuck me, I want to be your toy...use me however you want please mommy-y” he squeaked out. 

“Very well baby boy... Strip and get ready. Mommy is going to get some things” you looked into his quivering eyes with a smirk plastered across your face. 

You open the wardrobe and reached for a box on the top shelf. It was your “playbox” as Felix liked to call it. The biggest strapon was tempting and so you grabbed it and fastened it around your hips. Your blood was boiling from stress. Seeing Felixs delicate hole suffer as the strapon disapeared inside him would not only remove any pent up stress but also made you incredibly horny. 

In the corner of your eye you saw Felix already pleasuring himself. His cheek was against the bed with his ass in the air, pumping himself with two fingers with copious amounts of lube covering his fingers and hole. His eyes were closed and you took to examine his beautiful body. How his mouth opens slowly from the pleasure of his quick fingering and how his back was arched infront of you. The pool in your panties growing bigger from the lewd noises coming from his soft lips. 

The weight of the bed shifted when you stood on your knees infront of Felixs butt. You gently held his hand, stopping him from fingering himself, to which he whined. His eyes suddenly shot open when you slammed into him, not giving him any time to adjust to the size of the strapon. You grabbed his other hand, now having both of his wrists in your hands and lifting him softly. 

A loud moan echoed thorughout the room and as you started to thrust gently in and out of his dainty hole he cried out in bliss. 

“Mo-mommy... destroy m-me...” he said in between a breathy moan. His cock was leaking with precum, veins popping out.

You moaned in response, smashing into the poor boy at an even faster pace whilst you rubbed his buttcheeks, occasionally smacking them which left red marks. 

Felixs moans got louder, his mouth wide open, his eyelashes gently draping his closed eyes as he held onto the mattress. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the fabric, trying to not cum.

“Mommy....I-i’m close...” he said with a tense expression on his face.

You put one leg up, gaining more control and strenght over your thrusts which by this point were too much for Felix to handle. 

He cried and with his glistening eyes he said: “C-can I please cum, mommy-y..?” 

“Yes, cum for me baby” you said as you sneaked your hand to grab his dick, rubbing the head with your thumb. 

It only took a couple of pumps for the precious boy to shoot out white ropes of cum onto your hand and the sheets as he breathed heavily.

“T-thank ah.. you” he said but noticed that you didn’t pull out

“We’re not done” you growled as you continued thrusting into him and pumping his member, overstimulating his senses. 

“Am..i’m so sensitive... m-mommy please” he sobbed into the bed as his legs were starting to give out.

You were far from done with your baby boy. 

#stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #felix smut #kpop smut

[sailtoafarawayland]

Entwined: Family Outtakes Ch. 2

Summary: An outtake that centers around some worries and family feels for Hook and Emma as they confront something we all must at some point, and the first appearance of Hope Swan-Jones in our little universe. 

Rating: All chapters range G - T (to be safe)

AO3 - FF

For @teamhook

Chapter Two: Falling Behind

Bleariness clouded Emma's vision as she woke, eyelids blinking away the late morning sunlight that streamed through the window and lit the soft whites and creams of their bedroom. She rolled the kinks from her neck and stretched, enjoying the crisp coolness of the sheets against her sleep warmed skin.

She must have overslept – the house was uncharacteristically quiet for a Sunday, and even though it had been years since Storybrooke had been disrupted by anything more villainous than teenage rebellion, something about the peacefulness pushed her into abrupt wakefulness. She lurched upright in bed, snatching her robe from the back of the door and wrapping it around herself as she stepped into the hallway.

The sound of something sizzling in the kitchen soothed any immediate worry, but still, she peeked into Hope's room to make sure everything looked normal – her comforter made and folded neatly below the pillows, as it always was when either of her dads oversaw the morning routine. It was definitely a far cry from when Emma was in charge and the entire wad of blankets and sheets was left knotted at the foot of the bed, a tangle-haired little girl hopping up and down on one foot while pulling on socks and trying to brush her teeth.

She let the smell of bacon lead her quickly down the stairs, the floors cool against her bare feet. Her eyes caught the clock and she frowned – it was earlier than she expected her husbands to be back and making breakfast on a Sunday. Usually they were somewhere between Granny's and the docks with Hope until at least nine.

“Hey,” she murmured, coming around the corner into the kitchen and seeing Hook bent over the stove, the last pieces of bacon dropping onto a paper towel lined plate from the fork in his hand, neither Killian nor Hope anywhere in sight. “Just us this morning?”

“Aye,” he smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes in the way that Emma loved.

“What's wrong?” she asked, concern rising up the back of her throat as she moved behind him, standing on her tiptoes and resting her chin on his shoulder, her arms encircling his waist – taking what reassurance she could from his solid presence.

“Everything's fine,” he insisted, his smile broadening as he flicked off the stove and dropped the fork beside the spread of bacon and eggs, turning in her arms and pressing a kiss to the top of her hair before meeting her eyes. “I just thought today I'd stay in and take care of breakfast. Killian and the wee lass should be back from 'pirate practice' soon enough.”

“Well, I'm glad you're here,” Emma teased, her hands traveling along his sides and sweeping upward to find the open edges of his button down, her fingers curling around the fabric and settling in his generous chest hair, silver and dusky against his tan skin, “and I'm not gonna lie, bacon that's already made is a bonus too.”

She pressed her toes against the cool floor and sought his lips, humming against them when she tasted the salty sweetness of maple bacon.

“Look's like someone was stealing pieces out of the pan again.”

“Pirate,” he reminded her, his brace and fingers pulling her more firmly against his chest as his mouth slanted hungrily over her own, their tongues rolling together with practiced ease – what Emma had intended to be a lazy, morning kiss stoking that familiar need in them both.  

He backed her insistently against the kitchen table, fingers tugging at the drawstring of her robe as she pushed into him, thoughts of breakfast fading as she considered the other things they could be doing on the table, but her movements stopped suddenly when the press of her hand against his shoulder was met with a hiss of pain. Hook stepped back from her, his own fingers moving to soothe the hurt she hadn't known was there.

“What happened? Are you hurt?”

“No,” he sighed, an edge to his voice that she didn't often hear. “Simply a stiff neck this morning, love.”

“I'm sorry,” she faltered, wanting to simply place her palm against his hurt and make it disappear, her intention clear enough in her face that he pulled back, taking her hand in his own and giving it a squeeze. “You should have woken me up. I can just – ”

“No, Emma, it's fine. I can't have you –” he paused, placing a breath of a kiss against her knuckles, looking for all the world as if he wanted to pull her into his arms again, but was afraid of what moving too swiftly might do. “Perhaps I'll just set the table and the strain will work itself out on its own.”

Letting her hand fall back to her side, she watched as he crossed the kitchen and opened the cabinet, pulling out plates for the four of them.

“Is that why you didn't go with Hope and Killian to the docks?”

It had become something of a longstanding tradition for Hope, Sunday morning with her dads. They would stop at Granny's hot cocoa and then take in the cool sea air, some mornings spent sharing stories and others spent sparring – something their daughter lovingly referred to as 'pirate practice', all three of them armed with blunt wooden swords.

It was the first time she'd ever seen Hook miss one.

The plates clinked against the table as he sat them down heavily.

“Aye,” he rumbled, fingers scratching behind his ear before running through his mop of hair, the black holding much more silver now than it had six years earlier when he'd tumbled into their lives and hearts.

“You know that Hope doesn't care how she spends time with you. You're her father. That's all that matters. She just wants to be with you, whether you're swinging a sword or not,” Emma pointed out softly, watching him carefully as his jaw tightened, insecurity warring with what he knew in his heart. It wouldn't be the first time that Emma had seen it – the way he'd started frowning at himself in the mirror, silently mourning the slow march of grey across his head and scruff. “It doesn't make a difference to any of us.”

“It makes a difference to me, Emma,” he ground out, turning abruptly and gripping the edge of the counter as he stared unseeingly out the window into the yard beyond.

“Jones,” she sighed, closing the distance between them and pressing her body to his back, feeling every tight cord of tension running through him, “Killian...”

She didn't call him Killian often – the three of them had decided early on that it was simply too confusing for everyone – that Jones would do, or Hook – but every now and then Killian would slip from her lips when he needed to be called back to them, when he needed reminding of who he was and who they both saw and loved.

He exhaled heavily, letting his worries fall from his lips as he relaxed into her.

“I know it doesn't make a difference to our little girl, Emma, but...this was the first morning that I woke and truly felt the age that I see in the mirror – and then I watched Hope bound down the porch with her sword already swinging, Killian at her heels and I just...I don't want to fall behind. I feel like I'm falling behind.”

“Hey,” she murmured, urging him around to face her, palm against his rough jaw, “that's not possible. We're family. We're in this together, and that won't ever change – whether you're running after her or not. One day she isn't going to want sword fights and treasure hunts, or someone to draw a smiley face on her pancakes with whipped cream – she's gonna want a shoulder to cry on when her heart gets broken...”

A low growl hummed in the back of his throat, his jaw twitching beneath Emma's fingers at the thought of anyone hurting his little girl.

“...or someone who can look over her shoulder when she paints and tell her just the right shades of purple and red to use for a sunset. We're all gonna get older and change, but that doesn't mean anyone is falling behind – we'll just be moving on to new adventures...together.”

“And what of us, Emma? Five years from now when there's only gray hair and wrinkles, when I've grown softer than I used to be, what will you and Killian think then?”

“None of that is going to change how much I want you, how much I love you...” her fingers found the place where his heart was beating solidly in his chest, pressing firmly and reminding him of just how they'd gotten here. “None of that is going to change how much Killian loves you.”

“Aye,” he murmured, fingers looping with hers as they both remembered the fear that day had carried – the day they put an end to his curse entirely – all of it washed away by hope and love and leaving them standing here. “You'll have to forgive the insecurities of an old pirate, darling.”

“Our pirate,” she chided. “Besides, did you want me any less after I'd added a few more stretch marks to my stomach and my hips got wider – when my boobs sagged a little more after years of nursing?”

“Your breasts, Emma, are still perfect works of art,” Hook promised, looking affronted at the mere notion that they were any less beautiful than they'd once been.

In fact, he loved them all the more for having watched her nurture and care for their child, feeding her through the long hours of the night and comforting her when the trials of the day were simply too much for a little one to stand. That type of love – a mother's love – it was something Alice had never known as a baby, and he worshiped his wife a little more each day for having given that gift to Hope. There wasn't a mark left on her body that he didn't cherish, that wasn't a reminder of the depth of her heart.

To him, she was a goddess.

“If you can still look at me and see beauty in all these stretch marks – then you can't doubt it's the same when we look at you – and some more gray hair and a rum belly won't change that, not ever.”

“Well, let's not allow things to deteriorate to that point, shall we?” Hook muttered, his cheeks reddening at the remembrance of Emma's story – of her meeting with aging Captain who no longer existed, a future that he'd thankfully avoided by following the Seer's advice and seeking out a small town called Storybrooke, a town that held not only the promised end of his curse, but the rest of his happiness for days to come.

“I'm just saying,” Emma whispered, her fingers dragging along his skin as she pressed the smile of her lips to his own, “it still wouldn't matter, Jones.”

He swallowed her surprised gasp as his hand slipped into the loosened folds of her robe, calloused palm glancing along the warmth of her skin before the sound of the door flying inward had them both pulling apart – the stillness of the house shattered by the return of their yet-to-be-tired-out daughter.

“Hope,” Emma sighed, tightening her robe and turning just in time to catch the tornado of long, dark locks and flailing limbs running headlong into her arms, barely leaning her head out of the way in time to keep from getting whacked with an errant wooden sword. “What have I said about not throwing the door open? You're gonna break it down one of these days.”

“And you know the rule about swords in the house, my love,” Hook reminded her, plucking the wooden toy from her hands and placing it on the counter. “Now, where's Dad? Did he make it home, or is he still outside bemoaning the loss you surely handed him?”

“Let's not be hasty – I wouldn't go so far as to call it a loss,” Killian insisted, stepping through the door and easing it closed behind him, his own wooden sword dropping into the umbrella stand near the entrance. “Our little lass put to use some very impressive evasive maneuvers – quite insistent on hurrying home this morning.”  

“Did she now?” Hook laughed, “and what could have been the cause of that?”  

“We missed you, Papa,” Hope explained, reaching out and squirming until Hook plucked her out of Emma's arms, jogging her into a seat on his hip. “And bacon.”

“Ah, now we get to the truth of the matter,” he murmured, placing a lingering kiss on their daughter's curls, nearly as dark as he and Killian's, though her face was the tiny, spitting image of Emma. “I suppose it's a good thing I made bacon then – because I missed you as well.”

“It was a quiet morning without you,” Killian added, still shucking his jacket as he met Emma's cheek with a kiss and then leaned over their daughter to brush his lips against Hook's as well. “Despite this one being up well before the sun, I seem to have failed at running her ragged even in the slightest – we'll have to take her out for some more sparring this afternoon.”

“Aye, that we will.”

“That all sounds great,” Emma agreed, grabbing the abandoned stack of plates and placing them down neatly in front of the chairs at the table, “but I woke up to the smell of bacon and still haven't gotten to eat any – so let's make plans after breakfast, sound good?”

“Aye aye, Captain!” Hope yelled, her words devolving into a stream of giggles that she buried in Hook's chest as both her fathers protested that Emma certainly didn't hold the qualifications to captain a ship.

“Mama's captain of the house – the house!” their daughter squealed, trying desperately to bat away Killian's fingers as he tickled her sides, eventually settling for throwing herself out of Hook's arms and running to the other side of the kitchen, the table a staunch line of defense against any further onslaught. “I've heard her say it, so it's true,” she insisted, blue eyes glimmering with the type of conviction only a four-year old can muster.

“Well, you must be right then, lass,” Killian relented, raising his hand and hook in surrender before pulling out a chair. “Now, come, sit and eat – before the Captain has us all walk the plank. You know how grumpy your mum gets when she's hungry.”

“I do not get grumpy,” Emma growled playfully, the mock indignation in her voice doing nothing to quell the smile lines around her mouth or the soft crinkle at the corners of her eyes.

Hope jumped into the seat Killian had pulled aside for her, eyebrows raised halfway toward her hairline as she watched Hook carry over the plates filled with fresh eggs and bacon, her feet kicking the underside of the chair in a steady rhythm.

“Can we go to the park this afternoon?” she asked, two pieces of bacon already gripped tightly in her small hand before any of her parents had even noticed her snatch them from the plate. “I want to have a treasure hunt.”

“Of course we can,” Hook smiled, sitting down and watching as their daughter munched happily on her bacon, his gaze drifting to Killian as he doled out eggs and Emma as she made her own plate, stealing some bacon from the pile that had somehow doubled in size on Hope's plate.

Emma's eyes lifted, meeting his own over the table – her green gaze so filled with warmth and love that he immediately felt foolish for the fear that had overtaken him that morning, for thinking that something so simple as time could ever make them drift apart, could somehow make them less than what they were and had always been destined to be – a family.

END

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[khuzena]

Continuation of xiao ff

P2/2

Tw. Double suicide, depression, angst, fluff at end

'dear xiao,

Im so sorry that im always clinging onto you like a tail. Im sorry that I always bother you and annoy you. I've always pestered you to tell me where you're going sometimes because Im always worried about your safety. It hurts me that you just randomly open up to my door wounded with alot of scars. Im so sorry for the stupid things I've done to you and I love you so much so im going to do it.

Remember the cliff at qingyun peak? It's where we first met. Where you first saw me crying because I got lost and was running away from those fatui guys. Going there feels nostalgic andncalming but knowing that I've basically ruined us, i don't deserve you. I hope you find someone else to be with you and can always make you happy without you being annoyed anymore. Even if it takes another 2000 years, i wish you the best xiao. I love you. If you still want to chase after me go to the place where our memories were first kept.

I'll only be waiting for you there for an hour. So if you're late, im sorry but. Im already dead.

I don't want to become a burden for you again xiao im so sorry i fucking messed up.

I really love you. Like really, so if you're handling the burdens all alone of your karmic debt and everything, allow me to remove myself from your own burdens.

Im so sorry i love you i missed you

Love, Y/n'

No. No. No. No. No. This can't be happening no. no. I never wanted things to end like this.

Without caring for a thought, my body moved on its own to the cliff at qingyun peak.

I have 15 minutes left...

_________

Your pov.

5 minutes left.

I don't expect him to come here. He must've saw the letter a little late i guess. Oh well. The view of qingyun peak is so pretty. It might be even prettier view if i can see it all from falling to the ground.

I take off my shoes and remove the bracelet xiao gave me.

Farewell,

2 minutes left

I hear a rumble behind me.

What was that???!?

When i glance over at the smoke from the rumble I see xiao with his cheeks stained from his tears.

"I.. please don't do it..." xiao says with a weak voice that sounded like his throat was worn out after crying too much.

I stare at the ground once again like how I did back then when he called me annoying and clingy.

I can't face him again. It hurts so much.

As i keep staring at the ground, I hear foot steps coming my way. Xiao. Why..

"Why are you still chasing for me?!?"

Tears are flowing from my eyes again. It hurts so much more than the fight before.

"I'm still chasing after you because I really fucking love you and the fight that happened weeks ago is.. Painful. I don't want to die knowing I never told you Im sorry and I never said my apology.."

Xiao's crying too. Why... Im making him cry because of me. I don't wsnt to hurt him anymore

I can't do anything anymore. I've lost everything. My legs feel weak. These weak legs of mine fall down as I break down right in front of him... Im so sorry xiao...

"Xiao... Im still going to do it you know."

"Why must you do it? You didn't lose everything, im still here for you."

"BUT... BUT.. I made you cry. I made you worry. I annoyed you so much. Why do you want me to stay?"

"Because you're everything I have."

...

I cry even more and I can't do this anymore. I want to wake up from this dream. I want to wake up in your arms while you comfort me and tell me it was just a bad dream. I want to...

"But I've suffered to much and You've suffered too... Don't you want to end it all with me? I want to die with you. I don't want to see you crying at my funeral someday. Let's just jump together..."

"You know... If that's the case then"

Xiao puts a ring from both our fingers and

"there. If we die here and now then in the after life we can find each other with these rings. Consider this as a proposal."

I cry even more but we hug each other as we get closer to the cliff.

"Y/n... Will you marry me? Even in our next life?"

"Yes I... I do"

My tears from fear and sadness wash away as I cry in happiness. I really can be with you forever my love.

We jump together in the cliff as we could see the whole view from qingyun peak.

Everything looks beautiful from this view.

We're falling together but my brain keeps showing me my memories with xiao.

"I really love you y/n"

"I love you more"

Ah. We're almost close to the ground.

"Im so happy I can die with you Xiao!"

"Y/n... Promise me this. Even if we die here we'll always love and look for each other okay? Let's enjoy our marriage at the other side"

We're getting closer.

And closer.

"Xiao I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AHH"

we hit the ground.

Im in his arms as we bleed to our death.

"y/n... Let me tell you something before we go rest.."

Xiao is in pain and so am i but it's ok. We'll be together forever this time.

"hmm... What is it, honey?"

"Im so happy i met you and..."

My eyes are closing and my vision is getting blurry.

I don't even feel the pain from that fall anymore, all i can feel is Xiao's warmth slowly fade away.

"y/n.. I love you to the moon and back"

' * **** *** ** *** **** *** ****'

Beep.

"goodnight xiao, let's meet again and eat tofu, ok?"

"goodnight, my love.. I'll see you soon"

the end.

Shit writing this fanfic hurts my throat it's so sad my lawdy. But hey i know xiao is ooc but at least they're happy now?

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