#like OK GOT OUT OF YOUR LOCK GOT YOUR ARM CONTROLLED. wait what was the next bit? oh no i lose.

[thedreadvampy]

Jujitsu class got me showing up to work with somewhat suspicious bruising and a sore neck from being choked. 10/10 would recommend.

#red said #gotta say like as someone who. the majority of physical abuse I've experienced has involved being thrown around #dragged around and choked #there is something weirdly emptying about these classes #i think it's less the learning to defend against it and more the idea that I'm doing it in a safe place #like with people who don't actually want to hurt me physically or emotionally #and I'm allowed to fight back and i won't be treated like I'm trying to hurt THEM physically or emotionally #I'm not particularly good at it cause I've got the strength and flexibility but i keep forgetting what I'm trying to do #like OK GOT OUT OF YOUR LOCK GOT YOUR ARM CONTROLLED. wait what was the next bit? oh no i lose. #but i often can't even cope with people TOUCHING my neck and not only did we do several moves that involved pushing on each others throats #but when i sparred with the tutor he had me in two different chokeholds plus one i wriggled out of and i had a GREAT time #it's SO DIFFERENT to do stuff where you trust the people you're with #EMPOWERING not EMPTYING those are very different words

[alanaaii]

Hot boxin’ w connie.☆

!plug connie │ yall jus best friends

“where is my mfn’ gloss?”

you were searching through your makeup bag before you heard your phone ring. You look over and see nothing but a big red heart—it was connie— as the facetime connected you set your phone up, still looking in your makeup bag.

“what’re you doin right now ma?”

you lift your head to look at the screen. you see connie in his car, windows tinted and led lights on blue. “im looking for my lipgloss i just bought..where you going?".

“coming to pick you up. be ready.”

before you could say another word he hung up. leaving you speechless.

But you knew connie drove fast and you had to get ready quick.

you slip on some black shorts. Your undercheeks very visible. Adding a light pink tank top. you admired yourself in the mirror before sitting down and fixing your lashes and edges nothing too extra. to top it off you put on some shiny lipgloss—not the one you was looking for but this will do. As you sprayed yourself with perfume you get a text.

outside

you feel those butterflies in your tummy and tingling in your panties. connie was your best friend so why did he make you feel like this? you two shared kisses from time to time but that was it. this nigga got you in ya feels. you texted back with a simple ok.

you grabbed your small telfar bag and slid on some slides. you walk out and lock your apartment door behind you. connie was waiting outside of his car, opening the door for you. looking GOODT.

“you just get finer every time i see yo ass”

your heart was doing backflips. you gave connie a hug and smelled his strong cologne with a hint of weed. “thank you connie” you said as he led you into his car. the smell of weed literally punching you in the face. you hopped in the passenger seat and reclined the seat a little.

“thank you connie”

connie shook his head.

“naw i jus wanted to see you mama”

mann you just wanted to hop in the back seat and let this man twist your insides like a pretzel. he always knew how do make you smile.

Connie took his car off of park and began to drive. he gave you his phone to put some music on. you played a song connie only knew because of you.

playing : Leave em alone by quality control ft..

(u can replace that w any song.)

you smirk at connie knowing this song put you in your feels. you started singing acting like you was in a music video. touching connie n getting up and throwing some ass.

“fat butt sit down before you get us pulled over”

you two laughed together as you sat down.

connie soon pulled into a almost empty parking lot.

“get in the back” “what?” “you heard me”

connie got out of the car to get in the back while you just crawled to the back.

his seats in the back were comfy and warm. he pulled out a small bag and started to roll up.

“get comfy ma, you with me”

you slid your slides off as you put your legs over connie’s. you never felt scared around connie, you knew he would keep you safe no matter what. once he was done licking and wrapping, he lit it up and took the first hit, then giving it to you. you put your glossy lips on the blunt but connie didn’t care. his mind was on something else. he was focused on rubbing your thighs n feet.

you and connie talked for a while, going back and fourth with the blunt. But the car was getting hot and smokey. “con i need some air”

connie just ignored you and suddenly pressed his lips on yours. desperate whines coming from you as his tongue slithered into your mouth.

in between the kiss, you straddle him as you snake your arms around his neck. You could feel connie get hard under you. you knew where this was going. you hear connie inhale. “you smell so fucking good.”

in one quick motion connie flipped you on your back. dropping his head between your thighs. “let me taste you”

you were already soaked from the touching n kissing you didn’t want nothing more than for connie to make you cum. you slid your shorts and panties off, throwing them into the front. Legs open in front of connie. he used two fingers to spread you open, your slick lubricating his fingers as he went down on you. his pink lips kissing your pussy before he started to lick your clit. you were drowning in pleasure and ecstasy. connie was eating like it was his last meal.

“fuckkk” was the only word you could let out. as his warm wet tongue flicked your bean , your mind went blank. your legs began to shake-you knew you were coming to your breaking point. you bucked your hips on connie’s mouth as he swirled his tongue over your pussy. he held onto your thighs stopping you from moving. if the car wasn’t hot before, it was extremely hot now.

connie slid two fingers into your hole, hitting the right spot over and over again. Your orgasm building up in your core. You came all over connie’s fingers. “conniee” you cried out. he did not stop , over stimulating your cunt. you shakily pushed his head away. his chin and lips just glistening with your cum. “round 2?”

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[tarjapearce]

Cast Away

Warning: ANGST, Emotional discomfort, mentions of miscarriage, controlled substance use, not a happy ending. So sorry for this in advance :<

"LYLA? you copy?" Jess spoke through the intercom as she stared at your holographic projection on her watch.

"Anomaly suspect identified, she's... buying tea?" Confusion was evident in the AI's voice as she pinpointed your exact location. "Huh, thought she was dangerous."

"We don't know that yet, she could ambush us at any-"

"She's coming your way!"

Jess' aracnid senses tingled as you approached, revving her motorbike she came straight at you, stopping a few meters away from your civilian looking self.

"We can do this the good way or the bad way" Her brown eyes narrowed but you just sighed and put your packaged drink down and held your hands up to her.

"L-Let's calm down, shall we?" You stepped closer but she just revved the engine again, suspicion rising and it made you stop walking. The hairs of your back stood as your senses tingled weakly, contrary to Jessica's.

"Please, I... just wanna talk, ok? I just wanna go home."

"LYLA" Jess spoke as the AI materialized and ran a scan through you.

"Her vitals are normal, heartbeats a bit wild, but no signs of unusual brain activity that dictates irregular behavior."

You glitched and slumped to the floor in pain. Then, you curled your knees closer and your arms around them to create a little space for you. Eyes seizing the woman in red , but stopped as her round belly came in sight. Your hands held tightly and soon your eyes tore themselves from her.

"Brain activity detected, serotonin levels just dropped." Lyla spoke through the intercomand Jess frowned again as you glitched once more with a whimper.

"She seems in distress, Jessica." Lyla kept speaking as the spider woman just looked at you, unsure on how to proceed. Anomalies were usually feisty, a menace, dangerous. But you, were the odd out. You just curled into a ball and sulked.

She exhaled tiredly and turned the motorbike off. Her tingling had stopped the moment Lyla gave a diagnose on your biometrics, but still kept her distance. She however, tapped some instructions before looking at you.

"I'll be there soon." Miguel spoke through her intercom. Jess' eyes were on you again and she crossed her arms above her belly, waiting.

"How far are you?" You broke the silence first.

"Six months to go."

You nodded giving her a weak smile.

"That's a beautiful baby bump."

"Thanks." she spoke curtly, but that didn't stop you from talking.

"Baby girl or boy?"

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion, but softened at the way your eyes looked at her grown belly. A sight she had seen before in her universe, a sight that only soon to be mothers gave her with awe, but yours were pained.

"I want it to be surprise."

You nodded as tears prickled the corner of your eyes.

"Universe 413 has the best supplements for pregnancy , or so I could... check." You spoke as you grabbed a small paper cup from the forgotten package and sipped it to warm yourself. The weather in universe 413 was cold, despite the blazing sun standing proud in the background.

"Might look into it. How did you end up here?"

"That's what I wanna know. I was about to meet my husband for a celebration... and I was just sucked in here. Fell on a pool, had to steal someone clothes and... Im just trying to warm up and go home." You rubbed your eyes to. prevent more tears to pile up.

"Ever since I got here I've been glitching nonstop and my powers are even more messed up. It's scary and confusing." 

"Wait, how long have you been here?"

"Just a couple of days, but it feels forever."

As you finished your tea a new portal opened up, revealing a tall figure materializing before you. You were immediately locked up in what it seemed a electric-crystal like, custom made jail.

"Wha-"

"Easy there... We're taking you home." Jess spoke as she hopped on her bike once more and disappeared in the portal before giving a last glance your way.

"I'll get it from here." The sudden male and familiar noise sent chills down your spine. Tears flooded your already glossed eyes as the masked figure stared at you. His hand clenched upon the first tear rolling down.

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In the blink of an eye you were already in a place that made so many memories to flood in, most of them bittersweet.

"Lyla, access to this area is denied temporarily." Miguel spoke, his back still facing you

"Gotcha." Just as the voice had appeared, it vanished. The glass like prison vanished, just as his mask. You knew that stance more than anyone else, but still, it was the least of places you wanted to be.

"How..." he tried, and cleared his throat, sighing silently. "How you ended up in another universe?"

"A portal sucked me in. It appeared out of nowhere. Let me go home." His back tensed at your words, finally he turned to face you, but his frown deepened upon watching you. Your scent was different. Everything about you was different. Your gentle eyes were gone, and so your usual amiable self.

"What did you do?" Glaring, you held your stare at him as your jaw clenched.

"Inhibitors"

His eyes widened in disbelief for a moment before going to the usual scowl he always carried.

"Inhibitors, of course" He mumbled before throwing a furniture for it to land on Spider byte's station. It was just him and you. You didn't flinch at the explosive outburst, rather, braced yourself with an exasperated sigh.

"Why would you ever do that?! " His voice laced with anger and a soft bit of concern, "You know what they do to us."

"I want a normal life." you seethed

He scoffed and shook his head.

"You well damn know that is not possible for people like us."

"But that never stopped you. Right?"

His jaw tensed as his fist clenched.

"Right, Miguel?" You glared at him though his back faced you.

"There we go... Por dios, eres un hipócrita* You think you can always just do a fucking mess and expect shit just fix itself over time."

"Shut up."

"No. Fuck you, and fuck you very much. What did you expected? A welcome? Mariachis and a whole fucking celebration since you were finally owing up the consequences for what you did?. You left me, Miguel."

Your voice couldn't help but crack on his name.

"You left me when I needed you the most!."

"I was scared!" He roared, his fangs poking out from his mouth but you pushed him away, anger surpassed your fear, truly not thinking a rational approach.

"You think I wasn't?! I had just lost our baby. Our kid..." Miguel's eyes softened in pain and looked at you, "I didn't get to meet them, I didn't get to experience what was to be a mother, I didn't get to hold them for fucks sake!" Your voice finally breaking, both angry and anguished.

"But you didn't care. You just wanted to be a father so bad that..." He tried to reach for your hand, but slapped it away, rejecting him instantly as your eyes settled in the screen behind him, replaying the memories of himself with his daughter from another universe.

"You went to another fucking dimension to play house with someone else's family as I was trying to hold it all together over here! Cleaning up your mess! And guess what? It was never enough for you. I was never enough for you." Your voice had raised, yet it was crumbling as the knot in your throat grew tighter.

"That's not-" He growled but sighed

"I lost her too. And when I came back, everything was gone. Incluyéndote."

"You really though that I would wait for you after you ran away? You can't have or do both things. A person can only do so much, yet you made me feel so worthless."

"Your miscarriage was a cannon event. It was meant to happen. That's why I... ran away. I couldn't..." His voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"And you never told me?"

"I fucking didn't know, coño. You think I'd sit there and wait for shit to happen!?" He gestured as he spoke, "I could've risked everything to save our kid, but I knew about it too late! But I know that saying sorry won't change anything."

You held your breath and sat on a chair. Rubbing your face in frustration. But the feeling of his hand was almost electric as he took your hand to admire the pretty ring that adorned your finger.

He let your hand go.

" How long you've been married?"

"Five years." His frame slumped slightly

"Is he the reason you're killing your powers with inhibitors?"

"Yes and no. They hide your... tingling presence from others, ."

"That's why I never found you."

"I didn't want to be found. But now that you did-"

"He knows, right? About your-"

"He does. And he doesn't care."

"Why taking them, then?"

"Can't get pregnant if my blood levels show high toxicity thanks to the spider DNA. I... We, uh, we want a family."

He closed his eyes as he processed your words. He could picture you with a round belly, the weirdest cravings at the weirdest hours, just like the first months you had shared together. And now he had to watch all what his heart once desired, through the eyes of someone else.

"Just let me go, Miguel. I need to go back home."

"To him, you'd mean."

"Yes."

"LYLA" His voice echoed through the room as the AI appeared, her face was evidently on distress, as if she had heard everything but not on purpose.

"Yes?"

" Scort her out, tell Jess to take her home."

"Right away."

You stood and exhaled deeply.

"You'll be a great mother" His voice stopped you. It was soft yet, the resentment behind it, wasn't concealed as good as he thought.

"Thanks. You... seemed a wonderful dad."  He looked your way, the frowning face so ever present, but it melted for a second .

"If you ever need-"

"We'll be fine. I've got this." His eyes seized you one final time, before casting them away from your form, and focused on the screens behind him. The AI guiding you through the building, neither of you looking back.

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Sorry if this feels odd or weird. I felt the urge to contribute to the bandwagon of our beloved Miguel ❤️✨

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Por dios, eres un hipócrita*  - My God you are such a hypocrite.

Incluyéndote*- Including you.

coño* - Latin American Spanish slang for "Fuck"

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara angst

[no1deepspacehater]

NSFW ABC's - Xavier !

A/N: Zayne is up next for this one! Minors look away ofc! Also some minor spoilers in letters E and K

Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mostly, he’s so ready to sleep, but if that doesn’t fit your needs, he stays up for you. Need a shower? He’ll help you wash up. Something to eat? He’s not the best cook but cereal after sex always hits the spot anyways.

His most preferred aftercare is after a cold shower, you both just cuddle each other to sleep. You’re his favourite teddy bear to hold.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, his arms. Strong and buff from years, and I mean years, of sword practicing. Upper body strength of the Gods, perfect for holding you up with he fucks you against the wall, or just caging you in while you ride him. Grip his arms in any position and he’s beaming.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Moderate amount when he cums BUT he leaks. One stroke and his dick is wet. Prefers to cum inside/with a condom just because it gets sticky and messy, but is SO more than down if you want him to cum anywhere else.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

While masturbating has accidentally came on one of the plushies you gave him. He fell asleep right after and it left a stain he couldn’t wash out. Said plushie is now hidden away where you’ll never find it, and when you ask him about it he always says he lost it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

SPOILERS FOR HIS LORE!

Ok so here’s my headcanons, he’s either:

Has NEVER had sex because, well, he only wants you. Probably doesn’t watch porn for the same reason. Most knowledge he’s have is conversations with close friends but no hands on work.

HAS had sex before, but with previous lifetimes/timelines of you. Kinda more fun to work with this one because, he’d know all your sensitive spots, even ones you don’t know about. He’d now just how to rile you up and have you seeing literal stars.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

When he has energy or is in that type of mood: variations of missionary, I feel like he’d be into wall sex.

Other than that, as long as your on top of him and he could see your face, he’s happy. Sometimes he’ll let you do your thing while he’s being a little pillow princess, othertimes he’s the one in absolute control even though you’re above him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Always light giggles here and there because you both are being so cute. Sometimes though he’s not serious but he gets in this focused/locked in type of mode when you both are having particularly passionate sex.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

HEAR ME OUT HERE!! Rarely clean shaven just because he’d literally rather sleep. It’s not a jungle, but definitely had to start keeping it lower when you both do start to get intimate. I’d say once a week at least, once every two weeks at least. Now listen closely, he’s got a happy trail, nobody argue with me. His hair down there is a bit darker/browner than his actual hair, but it’s still pretty light that if you look too fast you’ll miss it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a sappy little alien boy. Always showering you with praises so most of the time you’re a smiling blushing mess, which makes him smile as well. Even when he’s being dominant he’s calling you cute little pet names, anddd he’s got that smug little snark that’s just waiting for you to challenge him so he could show you who really is the most powerful here.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t really do it much because sleep >> anything else. When he does have to release some pent up energy he generally just does it to get it out of the way and falls back asleep. Sometimes falls asleep dick in hand mid stroke.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I feel like he would be into roleplay. It’d take him a while to bring it up, but once he does it kinda helps him to actually express his emotions more in a way? But having you dress up as different things turns him on as well (the maid outfit is not surviving the night).

Also hear me out on this I feel like he’d have a pregnancy kink. (SPOILER: Something about you both living long enough to have a family) You’d just look sexy with a belly to him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His or your place, where you can really let go. As for specifics:

The bed, the kitchen counter, the bathroom, the couch, to the windowww to the wall. As long as your both comfortable, he’s so down to screw you anywhere.

But thats not to say you both haven’t gotten... freakaayyy in the staff room closet at work once or twice... or five times.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Though he can just hear your name and he’s turned on, he particularly likes when you sass him back or give a little attitude. It’s like a declaration of sexual war between you two and he’s adamant that he wins.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t bruise you too hard or hurt you in a serious way (like blood and stuff). He can’t, he just can’t. Hard choking as well is uncomfortable for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lives for eating you out/giving head. Even if he’s too tired for penetration he’s got more than enough energy for you to sit on his face and just let him go wild. Or literally he’ll get on his knees and just keep going harder everytime you tug his hair when he’s hitting a sweet spot. Will literally overstimulate you every time because he’s just having so much fun.

As for receiving, he doesn’t ask for it much but would neverrr decline. He twitches so much and constantly has to hold himself back from bucking his hips up and shoving his dick down your throat. Hearing you swallow all of his cum makes him literally orgasm a second time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast, no, rarely. Slow, sensual, rough in an almost primal like way but still soft? Yes! He needs to feel every bit of you, and make sure you’re feeling every bit of him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Appreciative of a good quickie. Though he’s more qeen on having ample time to do with you what he wants, there has been situations where he’s had to pull you to an empty room and set a new world record for the both of you. Sometimes the both of you are at home doing the nasty when you get called to a mission, and then suddenly it’s a race for time lol.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If it’s for you, he’ll try anything (within reason). He is a risk taker as well, because really to him it’s not a risk if he’s going to succeed anyway. Just has to make sure he’s thought of every outcome and weighed out the pros vs cons, which he can decide very quickly when you’re looking at him like that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Depends on how much time between the rounds. After round one, let him take a quick nap and he’s back on it like white on rice. Anything more than that will require a full day of sleeping with cuddles with you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like personally he never bothered with toys, but would not be opposed to use one on you. It’s like having another way to satisfy you (and tease you endlessly). He likes to feel your touch rather than a toy but he’s okay with anything you want mostly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s such a switch, honestly. One day he’s begging for you and the next he’s making YOU beg until you literally can’t handle it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

This man is a moaner and whimperer. He tries to hold it back mostly so it’s a lot of hot whimpering and mumbling at first but keep riling him up he’ll get louder. Says your name like a prayer always.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

 Turns your plushies around before you guys have sex, all of them. He says he doesn’t want to taint their innocence.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick in diameter, average sized in length. Definitely a shower but it’s pretty like him in every way anyway. Has one (1) prominent vein that hits just right. Colour just slightly darker than his skin colour (he’s pretty pale so) but tip is a light pink (#E6C5AD, if you will). Turns more red as he’s about to cum/is stroking or whatever. Yes I have thought a lot about this.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Having to wait lifetimes for your lover can leave you pretty wanting at times. That being said Xavier doesn’t really indulge in himself too often, and he’s quite the sleeper so in general it’s pretty low. But it can lead to some fun times where he’s just teasing you forever.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like a LIGHT. After proper aftercare he is ready for the nap of his life.

#l&ds #love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #l&ds xavier #lads x reader #l&ds x reader #love and deep space #lauve and deepspace #lads xavier #lads

[peachpitlover]

Vulnerable

In which Y/n is JJ’s anxious girl but he’ll always protect her.

Pairing: JJ Maybankx Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Swearing (just a little), talk of anxiety and ocd, mentions of medication, mentions of physical abuse (not reader or jj), and smut

My Masterlists

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JJ learned early on in their friendship that Y/n was much more reserved than the rest of the group. Don’t get him wrong, she was fun and outgoing and silly, but the smallest thing would have her shrinking into herself. It was only when they started dating that she opened up to him. She explained that she was diagnosed with severe anxiety when she was twelve, as well as OCD. Her mom tried every possible remedy in the book; therapy, OCD clinics, meditation, and natural remedies but nothing worked. She got put onto medication after a year of no relief and the dose was slowly rising until about a year ago. The medication did a great deal to help her, but her thoughts were still often clouded with anxiety. While the severity of Y/n’s OCD died down a lot, she still found herself needing to check her pockets and bag multiple times before leaving the house, and opening and closing the fridge door more times than she can count “because it didn’t sound right.” The Pogues knew better than to disturb her antics and waited patiently for her to sigh in relief and look up with a smile.

Once Kiara had tried to interrupt Y/n’s trance of opening and closing the front door of the Chateau, but it only ended in Y/n cutting into the palms of her hands with her nails as she tried to control herself and tears from the anxiety she felt because once again “it didn’t feel right.” JJ had also once tried to stop her from the never ending cycle of Y/n tapping each side of her arm to make it “feel even.” Then, she had snapped at JJ and locked him out of his own room. She’s well aware that this only exists in her head, but it doesn’t do much to make the feeling any less real.

JJ is against the headboard of her bed with Y/n on his lap. His hands roaming from her shoulders to her hips and back as he kissed her. With both hands in his hair, Y/n panted and squirmed in his arms while her hips gently ground into his.

“You want to do something tonight, angel? Don’t have to, I just think you’re a little needy,” he smiled as he broke away from her swollen lips.

“Um,” she mumbled. “maybe. I don’t know, like what?”

“Anything you want, maybe just putting my hand inside your shorts and rubbing you? Hm, how’s that sound?”

“I don’t know J,” she whined as she picked at her nails.

JJ only frowned and took her hands in his.

“Don’t have to do anything you don’t want, ok baby? Just tell me you don’t like it and we’ll stop,” he’s heard the story of her friend in high school who beat up his girlfriend. He was the last person you would expect to do something like that, and the thought constantly haunted her mind when surrounded by men. She trusted JJ with her whole heart, but her brain told her that she could never know for sure.

“Like, how?”

“How I would rub you?” He clarified.

“Mhm,” she whispered.

He smiled at her shyness: “Just over your panties sweet girl, unless you want more. Just play with your little clit and make you feel good,” he spoke as he held eye contact with her.

“Yeah,” she murmured as her eyes dropped to their intertwined hands.

“Yeah? You want that?”

She nodded with a shy smile before hiding in his neck and he tsked at her.

“Gotta use your words. I’m not gonna do anything until you say what you want.”

“I want that, JJ.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, yes please,” she whined.

“That’s my girl, kiss me baby. I’ll do the rest,” he smiled as she surged forward and her hands went straight to his hair.

JJ continued to kiss her and rub her back as his right hand crept lower and lower until it was resting over her hip, massaging at the skin and pulling at the band of her sleep shorts.

“Can I, baby?” He spoke against her.

“Yes,” she whined and connected their lips again.

As his hand dipped into her shorts the slightest bit, her stomach tensed involuntarily.

“It’s ok,” she whispered almost immediately.

He continued until his fingers were resting just above her clit and his wrist submerged fully into her shorts.

“Just focus on kissing me, baby,” he whispered into her mouth and moved his left hand to her lower back.

Once his fingers rested on her clit, she jumped and gasped, he felt her lashes flutter against his skin as her eyes shot open.

“It’s ok, angel. I’ve got you, I’d never hurt you, my baby. You’re ok,” he whispered.

“It’s just…” she cut herself off as she pulled her head back.

“I know, you’re ok. You’re my sweet girl, I’d never hurt you. Not ever, if you want to stop we can.”

“I know that, it’s just new, is all.”

“I know, and you’re doing so good for me, do you wanna keep going?”

“Yes please.”

He smiled against her lips and kissed the corner of her mouth. Moving his lips to her cheeks and jaw, and eventually her neck. JJ pressed his fingers into her gently and he felt her thighs tense; “I’m ok,” she whispered.

“You’re ok,” he confirmed in between kissing. He began to circle his fore and middle fingers against her as gently as possible.

“Oh,” she gasped.

“Oh?” JJ smiled into her neck.

“I like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, feels really nice,” she breathed out an almost moan as he pushed his fingers against her mound with a little more pressure.

“Must have been aching, huh sweet girl? I can feel how warm you are.”

“Needed it,” she whined.

“Yeah? You needed me to touch you?”

“Mhm- JJ!” She sucked in some air as he let his hands dip until his fingers rested over her slit, still over her panties. He pushed slightly, not enough to push his fingers in, but enough to satiate that ache and draw out a loud moan.

“I know, I’ve got you,” he whispered before his lips found hers once again and his left hand on her back pulled her impossibly closer.

“I liked the other thing, can you do that again?”

“You liked when I rubbed your clit?”

“Mhm,” she moaned and bucked her hips when his fingers rested on her covered clit.

“Words, baby. Or I’ll stop,” he reminded gently.

“Yes, J! Please,” JJ couldn’t get enough of the sweet moans and whimpers that came from her, they made his stomach flip as an ache settled between his legs.

“More please,” she whimpered and ground her hips down into his hand.

“Can I touch you under your panties? Is that what you want?” Y/n couldn’t help the way her stomach fluttered when he called them panties.

“Yes please, I really want that,” she whispered and smiled shyly.

“Ok sweet girl,” he smiled and slid his hand into her panties. “God, you’re so fucking wet, baby.”

“Oh fuck!” She cried and closed her hand around his hair and tugged.

“Feels good?” He teased her.

“S-so good. Please, please,” she didn’t know what she was asking for, her mind too muddled with pleasure to think of anything else.

“Gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, yes J, please.”

“Cum for me, angel, I’ve got you.”

Her moans became louder and more frantic as her head fell back and her thighs began to shake.

“Oh my god!” Y/n came with one final mewl.

“Good girl, so good for me.”

“Thank you JJ,” she smiled as she nuzzled her head into his neck.

“Don’t have to thank me. I hate to make you get up but I have to go to the bathroom.”

“No, just a few minutes, please?” She pouted and whined.

“I gotta go take care of myself then I’m all yours.”

She stared at him for a moment before her eyes widened in understanding; “Oh, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’ll be quick I promise,” he kissed her one last time before standing up.

“JJ?” She called just before he entered the bathroom.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I love you, thank you,” she smiled.

“I love you more than you know, angel girl.”

#peach’s writing #jj maybank #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank writing #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank obx #jj #jj obx #soft!jj maybank #jj maybank x reader

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Yippy! Once you have the time to write, how would the Creeps (any of your choosing) feel when y/n surprise them with a drink or meal? Like after a hard day.

-🪱 anon

As usual, when given free reign with characters, i do my characters that are most popular at the time, so i hope you enjoy!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby

Usually its pretty obvious when Toby's having a bad/rough day

He is one of the few creeps who doesn't mind wearing his emotions on his sleeve

So when he comes home from work an hour or so late, more twigs and dirt in his hair and on his face than usual, and doesnt even bother to bid you hello, you know somethings up

So you make a quick trip to McDonald's, and get him his favorite

10 piece chicken nugget meal with sweet and sour sauce, and a medium sweet tea

When you get back to the manor, there is no sign of Toby anywhere

So you go ahead and go up to his room, where you hear the shower running

You put his food on his nightstand, turn off the lights, light a few candles and pull up his favorite tv show

While you wait, you go ahead and pick up his very dirty uniform that reeks of dirt and dead things, and go ahead and put it in the washer for him

About 30 minutes later, he emerges with a towel wrapped around his waist and another towel in his hands that he uses to dry his hair

He jumps a little bit when seeing someone in his room, but when he notices that it's you, he calms down

He doesn't speak to you as he shuffles over to his dresser and picks out some sweatpants and a baggy band t-shirt he got from Tim

After putting his clothes on, he comes to lay on his bed with you, putting his head on your chest and awaiting the headrubs

You wrap an arm around him lazily and use your other hand to stroke his damp hair "do you wanna talk about it?"

He shakes his head

"Ok. I got you some food" you say, offering a fry

He takes and eats it, before sitting up and eating the rest of his meal

All the food is gone and he is still sipping on his drink when he finally speaks "thank you." Is all he says

You smile and kiss his shoulder "of course, love"

Jeff

Jeff is another one that you can easily tell when he's upset

He has very explosive anger that can sometimes get out of control

And depending on what hes done and who hes hurt, he can sometimes feel very guilty when he comes to

Which is exactly what happened this time

He's punching walls, throwing things, screaming, you name it

No one really knows what triggered this, but Liu eventually tries to step in

Liu is almost immediately shut down, because as soon as he tries to say anything, jeff is shoving him up against a wall and screaming at him next

Which of course, triggers Sully to front

So now Jeff and Sully are in an all out fist fight, and Jeff ends up hurting him pretty bad

Sully ends up with a gnarly concussion and has to spend the night in the medical wing

Now, jeff doesnt feel bad about hurting sully at all, but he does feel bad that he hurt his brother's body

So he shamefully locks himself away in his room, refusing to come out for anything

After an hour of trying to convince him to at least let you in, you instead decide to go get him a tasty treat to make him feel better

You go to a sushi restaurant and get him his favorite rolls, then make a trip to a gas station to get him some arizona tea, mango flavored

When you get home, you slide his food under his door (pretend it wouldve fit 💀) and await a response

You are met with him taking the food and eating slowly, before he eventually lets you in

You spend the rest of the night consolling him, sitting in his lap and telling him that it'll all be ok

He does end up thanking you for the sushi, but its not until a week later when his ego is all better

And in the morning, you take him to see Liu, who is totally playing it up to make jeff feel exxxxtra bad (lmao what losers)

Eyeless Jack

Unlike the other two, jack is very hard to read

He almost always has the same, neutral expression on his face

His emotions only show if he especially vulnerable, like during a blood moon or around other demons, etc

And even then, he tries his hardest to remain nonchalant

So when you finally find him in the library, pacing around, you know somethings bugging him

You know its not gonna be easy to get it out of him though, so you go to his favorite steakhouse and get him steak, loaded mashed potatoes, and water

You come back to the library where he is still pacing, seemingly very deep in thought

You place his food down on one of the long library tables, and watch as his pointy nose twitches, and his eyes flick over to the food

He comes over to the table, where you are now sitting and points at the food "is this for me?" He asks

You nod and he sits next to you, beginning to eat in a way that looks quite weird, almost like hes trying to eat the way a human would, but is failing miserably due to his large teeth and multiple tongues

"What's on your mind?" You ask as he finishes his potatoes

"This and that" he mutters

"This and that being...?" You trail

"Just...a lot" he says, finally finishing his food and taking a sip of water

"I see." You say, standing and coming to drape your arms around his shoulders

"Did the food help? At least a little?" You ask, pressing a kiss to his sharp ear

"Yeah, it was nice. Thank you, dear" he says, turning his head and kissing your nose

"Anytime" you respond, allowing him to kiss you several more times all over your face

#creepypasta #slender mansion #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x female reader #ticci toby #jeff the killer #ticci toby x reader #toby erin rogers #jeffery woods #jeff the killer x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x y/n #ticci toby x y/n #ticci toby x you #🪱 anon

[only-goose]

Relax

A/N: This is my first SPN fic, I hope it's good.

Sam Winchester x Female!Reader

Synopsis: Your tired boyfriend is trying to dig up all the lore he can on a new creature. He's been at it for hours and just won't take a break, it's a good thing you're pretty convincing.

Warnings: titty sucking, mommy kink (if you squint)

"Cmonnnnn Sammy, it's 1am, you can't sit there all night. You gotta come to bed at some point." You said as you walked over to him, coming behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. He leaned his head into yours and sighed. "I have to figure this out, Y/N. Something doesn't add up and it's driving me crazy." You have his shoulders a squeeze as you replied "Why don't you come try again in the morning, give yourself a break and come back with fresh eyes. I'll even help you!" Sam chuckled, everyone knew you hated researching, reading was never on your to do list.

"Thank you for the offer gorgeous, but I'll sleep easier if I can just figure this out" the yawn that followed that sentence was far from convincing. "Guess I have to take a different approach." You swung your leg around, perching yourself on his lap "I'm gonna try something you've been wanting to try" Sam looked up at you as he said "What do you mean beautiful?" Your smirked and sent him a wink "You'll see, baby"

*Flashback*

You’re chilling on the bed you share with Sam when he comes sauntering in, “I have a question” he states as he stops at the end of the bed. “Well, hello to you too handsome” you chuckle “what’s up?” He comes over and sits next to you as he says “you know how I get in those research funks, how I just can’t figure it out and no matter how hard you try, you can’t make me leave?” You give him a look when you say “of course I do, I hate it when you get all funked”

Sam chuckles when you say funked. Even after being with the boys for years, hearing Sam laugh still gives you butterflies. “I think I know a way to make me forget about my funk for a little bit” he says. You raise your eyebrow “if you say sex, I’m gonna slap you!” Now Sam full blown laughs, “that’s not what I was going to say” then he starts stuttering “well-I-ya know-it-umm-when…”

After amusing yourself a little more, you cut him off. “Spit it out, Winchester!” Sam signed, a defeated look crossed his face when he abruptly says “I wanna suck your tits!” As soon as he realised the word that came out of his mouth, he turned beet red. He all but ran out of the room while you sat there shocked.

You quickly jumped up, running after him. “Sam, Sam wait! Please Sam, let’s just talk!” You caught him running I got the control room, catching the door before he could lock it. “I’m sorry Y/N! I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I know it’s weird and I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable.” Sam rambled. You giggled a little, finding his word vomiting amusing. “What?” He leaned his head to the side. “Well, Sammy, what if I told you that I would be down to try that,” you started. “One condition though” you said as he nodded. I get to start it randomly, when I feel like that would be a really good time” you watched his face to gauge his reaction. “Ok” he replied with a smile.

*End Flashback*

“I remember” Sam said with a small smile. “Well” you said as you lifted up the hoodie, revealing to him that you had no bra “have at it.” Sam broke into a grin, placing his hands on your ass to bring you closer, kissing you as a silent thanks. He attached his lips to your right nipple and began sucking. He shoulder relaxed, arms shaking around your waist while yours played with his hair.

There was absolutely nothing sexual about what was happening at all, just a pure distraction. After a few minutes, Sam licked over your right nipple a few more times before switching to your left one, sucking on it as hard as the first. Dam signed contently as he eventually worked his way to the valley of your breasts, kissing and sucking the skin there.

You pulled his head back for a minute, sleep evident in his eyes. “Ready for bed Sammy?” He looked up with tired eyes, “yeah” he said he picked you up. Slowly, he made his way through the hall with you still wrapped around him. Upon finding the bed, he gently layer you both down as you drifted off to sleep, Sam’s head against your chest.

A/N: Hope you like it! Requests are open!

#sam wincester x reader fluff #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester oneshot #sam winchester fluff #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #supernatural fanfic #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural #spn

[breath0ftheglacian]

Discipline

Yeah I'm just gonna get this out of my system. Long live Rufus Shinra. Remember this is pure filth and NSFW. All chapters: Lesson 1 Lesson 2 Lesson 3

Lesson 2

You stand in the middle of the room, Rufus Shinra positioned across, behind his mahogany desk, gently resting his chin on his arm. "You came." You shrug. "You called."

It's been some weeks, maybe three, since your previous and only encounter with the vice president. Yet not a day has passed where it hasn't been on your mind, like a permanent stain that you can't get rid of no matter how much you scrub. His hand marks all over your body, his voice telling you dirty things. 

You only got the word last night. A call from Tseng of the Turks, out of the blue, with very brief instructions. The VP wants to see you tomorrow. Wear something nice. 

Despite his polite manner, there is something crooked, something unnatural in how he sees you in and out of the VP's office. He walks just a few steps in front of you, leading you to his boss. Yet you did as you were told. You chose a set of lingerie just for him. The stockings, your favourite dress. Like some high class prostitute, you couldn't help thinking, and as the door shut behind you with that familiar click, you felt a quiet rebellion rising within you. Why should it only be on your terms?

A small grunt emerges from the corner of the room, and you see a large black creature adjusting itself as it lays its head on its muscular paws, mirroring its owner. An undeniably powerful looking dog. Or is it a cat? You can't quite tell.

"Darkstar." Rufus introduces his companion, and the creature slightly lifts its gaze. "She's a darling, really."

"I'm sure."

Your eyes drift back to Rufus, and land on the single object he's placed in the middle of his otherwise cleared desk. A collar, not dissimilar to the one the creature is wearing. Black leather, silver chain.

"And this, is it for me?" you ask, nodding at the collar. "It's for a pet."

Your eyes lock. A thought flashes through your mind, a brave impulse. You could...

It seems he read your mind, as you stumble forward and reach for the collar at the same time. He traps your hand under his. Thinking quick, you manage to snatch the chain and swiftly pull the item for yourself.

"I win."

Rufus stares you down. You're not sure what this means, but you're holding the symbol of dominance in your hands. He doesn't speak. You hold his gaze, unwavering. You've decided to stand your ground.

Finally, he lets out a little "hmph," and with a little rub of his lip, proceeds to take off his suit jacket, carefully placing it on the back of his chair. You watch him, still unsure of what's to follow. Then, opening the cuffs of his shirt, he rolls the black sleeves up to his elbows. He opens the top two buttons of his shirt, pushing the fabric away from his neck, and looks at you as if to ask, what are you going to do?

You take a deep breath and straighten your back. "Get on your knees," you demand.

He moves closer, and you're sure you're about to be punished. This time though, you're not scared to look him in the eye, like a beast challenging an intruder, expressing dominance. To your surprise, he stops in front of you and drops to his knees. "I knew you were going to be fun."

"Hah," you manage to respond, shocked at what's actually happening. He looks up at the collar in your hands, then you. You take the collar to his neck and he lets you put it on, waiting patiently for you to finish as you try to be as gentle as you can. Once you've buckled the collar, you pull the chain tight and lean against the desk, pulling him closer  to you.

The black creature rouses in the corner of the room and lets out a low but distinct growl - a warning. 

"D, it's ok," Rufus lifts his hand and with that, the beast is tamed, laying its head down again. Suddenly it hits you. You're in control. He's submitting. Something wild takes over you. You slap him on the cheek.

"Did I give you permission to talk?" 

His eyes widen in disbelief as he processes what you've just done. Then, a deep breath.

"Harder." "Excuse me?" You can't believe what you're hearing. "You have to do it har--" He's interrupted by another slap from you, this time harder, as per his request. "Is that better?" 

You slap him again, even harder. Your hand stings. His cheek is red, his breathing growing heavy. He looks up and gives you a little nod. You run your hand through his hair and he keeps his blue eyes on you, waiting for your command.

"You told me to wear something nice," you say softly, bringing your hand to caress his cheek where you landed your blow. "I picked this out for you."

You slowly roll up the hem of your dress, revealing the rim of the stockings, the suspenders, the laced underwear. He watches you as you bring the dress to your waist. 

"Do you like it?" He nods gently, looking up at you again. "Why don't you show me how much you like it," you say with a playful tinge, giving the chain a little tug.

He moves closer to you and lifts his hands to the outside of your thighs. Looking up, he checks if you're ok with this.

"Yeah," you whisper.

He brings his face to your hips and takes a deep breath. You run your hand through his hair again, as he rubs his nose against your underwear, breathing you in, slowly, intently. A soft sigh escapes your lips. He presses a kiss on the flowery embroidered underwear as his hands move to grab your ass, squeezing you firmly. Another sigh. You're both breathing in time, heavy, hungry.

His finger traces along the rim of your panties, then moves them aside to make way to his lips, pressing kisses around, everywhere, moving dangerously close to your most sensitive area. He looks up at you, and with a little smug smile, closes his eyes as he lets his tongue slide in between your legs, lapping up, up, up towards your clitoris.

You instantly let out a moan. You know the rules - he wants to hear it, and you want to give him the reward. He's making you hot, wet, way too aroused way too quickly. He grabs your ass harder and you start to move your hips in time with his tongue. You feel your whole body tense, the hair stand up in your neck, your nipples harden, your fingers grabbing his hair. This could come to and end very soon, but it would be too soon, too hasty.

"Wait," you whimper. "Stop."

He doesn't. 

"Stop," you demand, louder, as he tries to slide his tongue inside you. It takes every ounce of self control for you not to cum right then. Grabbing his head with both hands, you push his face away as he pauses to catch his breath, his lips glistening from your juices. You stare at him, painful, throbbing pulsating between your legs.

"Bad, bad pet," you pant. He licks his lips, waiting for your next command. You survey around the room. "The chair," you decide. "Sit in your chair."

He does as he's told and you instantly climb over him, starting to undo his pants. His hands join in to help you. Together you manage to fumble the buttons open and pull down his underwear, revealing his cock, already fully hard. You wrap your fingers around the shaft, and this time it's him that lets out a slow moan. You can't help but smile, feeling up his size, gliding your hand up and down as he looks at you, eyes burning with need.

Lifting your hips, you position yourself on top, bringing his tip to gently touch your moist opening, leaning over to place a kiss on his temple.

"Since you were so bad," you whisper, slowly sliding down, taking all of him inside you, "I will have my fun, and cum all over you. And you will watch, and hold yourself together. Understood?" 

You turn your gaze to meet his, and he nods again in agreement, giving you a little smirk. Is this what he wanted all along? You don't care. You're drunk on your power, intoxicated by calling the shots. You start to grind yourself against him, his cock pushing against your walls. Not quite the spot, almost, you readjust yourself. And there it is. His shaft is pushing against that spot inside you, the waves of pleasure start coming, first slowly, then more consuming, and you lose yourself in the rhythm. He watches you in awe, letting out little gasps, doing his best not to get too lost in your slow dance.

 You pull on the chain and crash your lips against his as you feel yourself get tight around him, so tight it almost hurts to move, but you have to, you're compelled by the pleasure. You moan loudly into his mouth as you allow yourself to finally experience the full orgasm, sending little jolts across your body, leaving you dizzy with delight. One more little twitch, then, stillness.

As you come down from the high, you shift your hips and feel him inside you. Still hard, waiting patiently. You let out a little laugh and he chuckles with you.

"Wow," he whispers. "What would my pet like now?" you ask.

He pauses to think for a moment. "I want to fuck you until you cum again."

You find yourself on all fours in front of his desk, spreading your knees on his fancy rug. He enters you from behind, with a powerful thrust, and you cry out again, fulfilling your side of the agreement. He fucks, you scream. He doesn't waste time being gentle, and you drop your upper body to the floor, pushing your ass agains his cock as he pounds you, harder, faster. He grabs your hair and leans in closer, reclaiming his position as the master.

"I love being your pet," he speaks in a low voice, sending electricity up your spine, "I love it even more when you think you can get away with it." He drives his cock into you, commanding, sweat dripping everywhere. Your skins stick together, sticky, sweaty, soaked. It's rough, animalistic, utterly vulgar, and still, somehow, it's not enough.

"I can't," you cry out from sheer exhaustion. You're so close, so desperate to get another release, yet somehow it's eluding you. "You can." He reaches his hand down, fingers finding your clit, and starts to work at the same pace he's pushing inside you. It's enough. "Can I cum?" you whine as you already start to, clear liquid gushing from your entrance and dripping all over your legs, his legs, the rug. It's the first time you've ever experienced anything like this. "Oh you dirty girl," he sighs, and with a few last forceful thrusts, joins you in the elation, releasing his seed inside you, his juices mixing with yours.

You collapse on the rug and he follows you all the way down, burying his face in your hair as he rides the final waves of his orgasm.

It's a few minutes before you finally have the energy to roll around onto your back. Rufus sits up on the rug next to you, looking down at the chain that hangs from the collar, still around his neck. You wrap your index finger around the chain and play with it as you look at each other, neither of you finding the words to say, or perhaps not needing to. Suddenly you remember something, and let out a giggle.

"Is he waiting? Behind the door?" "Tseng?" "Mhm." "Why? Would you like me to invite him to join us?" You laugh out loud, but Rufus just smiles at you. "I don't know... maybe that would be exciting." "I'll ask him." You laugh again, pushing yourself up to sitting, while Rufus finally decides to free himself from the collar.  "Are you hungry?" he asks, pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt in. "I know a place just two blocks from here. We can take D for a walk, too." The beast snores quietly in the corner, relaxed and fast asleep, seemingly completely undisturbed by your carnal games.

#rufus shinra x reader #rufus shinra #ffvii x reader #x reader #tseng of the turks

[seredelgi]

So lonely they coul die.

fandom: Elvis Presley/ Elvis (2022)

pairing: Elvis x Fem!Reader or Austin!Elvis x Fem!Reader

summary: Reader is a good Christian girl whose family has passed when she was 15, she was then raised by her mama’s best friend, Gladys Presley, alongside her son, Elvis.

rating: Mature, 18+

warnings: stepbro!elvis, a bit of angst, a bit of smut, dubious consent, he’s a bit controlling, but he does it ‘cause he’s in denial, reader is pretty much sexually frustrated, kind of innocent, bit of a “good girl” complex, cheating, as in reader cheats on her bf with EP, let me know if it needs more warnings.

word count: 4.3k

a/n: ok this is has been sitting in the drafts for a while because I was too nervous to post it. Also, I have no idea if it will have a part 2. English is not my mother tongue so it may contain errors but hey, I’m learning.

tags: @eliseinmemphis @galaxygirl453 @powerofelvis​

"So... When can I see you again?" he whispers softly while holding your hand in his, looking at you with a charming sly smile, his big blue eyes sparkling languidly in your direction.

You're blushing fervently beneath the arch of your flat's front door, shooting a quick glance towards the kitchen, where Elvis should still be, and then meeting his eyes again.

You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, biting your lower lip, pondering if maybe it's a bit early to set up another date.

Mike Weaver's one hell of a guy, that's for sure. You've been seeing him now for about six months, and you can tell he's got it just as bad for you as you do for him. It's in the way he looks at you, in the way he smiles when you're around, and in the revering sweetness of his touch.

Like right now, for example, he's gently caressing the back of your hand with his thumb as he waits for your answer. It's the kind of thing that just makes your heart flutter slightly as you try to focus on something remotely coherent to say.

" Why don't you come by tomorrow during my break and we'll set up a date for this weekend?" you murmur.

For some reason, you don't want Elvis to overhear your conversation. It's not like you're saying anything malicious, but still, you've seen how he's gotten with the men you've dated in the past.

This time tho, even he seemed to like Mike.

You have to admit, you were terrified when your boyfriend came up with the idea of this dinner, but unexpectedly, Elvis behaved. He laughed at Mike's jokes, complimented his handshake, and exchanged what seemed to be a genuinely nice conversation about who knows what football team.

You could feel it. He was the one.

After all, you've been dating him for a while now and you're both about the right age to start to think about settling down.

If he'd ask, you know you'd say yes.

" As the lady wishes" Mike grins at you, and if possible, you redden even more than you already had, the circles he's tracing on your hand with his thumb sending little shivers along your arm.

" Alright then, you better go, I still have to clean up that whole mess in the kitchen" you suggest, not sure to be able to take one second of this tension between you two.

" Not even a goodnight kiss?" he pouts, squeezing your left hand ever so gently.

You can't help but chuckle at how cute he looks with his bottom lip sticking out like that, and you cover your lips with your right hand as you turn to the kitchen to check if Elvis might be on the watch.

Coast clear.

You look at your boyfriend again, his lips now perfectly shaping a swooning smile, and you lean in to kiss him briefly, chastely but tenderly.

The sudden contact has your heart racing so fast you know you can't take any more of it, and with a last quick farewell, he makes his way down the hall, leaving you alone with Elvis once again.

Gosh, what a night.

You are in seventh heaven. You've dreamed about a man like this your entire life, and even if you had lost hopes when Elvis seemed to be set on denying your hand to every single last one of them, you find Mike. Mike who made him laugh three times in the course of just one dinner.

You sigh ecstatically, making your way towards the kitchen, still thinking about the brief kiss you two exchanged.

You feel so silly blushing over a peck on the lips, but with the poor amount of experience you've got up until now, it figures.

You know it shouldn't be so relevant, but you really can't wait to be able to be more intimate with him. It's embarrassing how little you've been able to do, but you're simply not comfortable smooching your boyfriend around town, so you two may have properly kissed two or three times now.

You certainly couldn't hope to bring him home, with Elvis and all, and honestly, you weren't even certain you wanted to.

You know what happens when a couple is home alone, and even if Mike seems very respectful about you wanting to wait until marriage, you're not sure you can trust yourself alone with him.

Your mother raised you a Christian girl, a good girl. You believe in the sanctity of marriage and that's why you decided only one man would have you. You were okay with that, until it became unbearably difficult to find one that lasted longer than a few months.

Now, you don't wanna blame Elvis alone for that; some of them simply revealed themselves to be pretty crappy, but the rest, he couldn't deal with for no good reason.

You know you're supposed to make your own decisions, that you shouldn't care what he thinks of your boyfriends, but you love him too much.

You were only fifteen when your parents and your older brother died tragically in a car accident, leaving you in the caring hands of Mrs. Presley, your mama's dearest friend.

Elvis was three years older than you, around the age your brother was when it happened, and he was one of his best friends too. You two were raised side by side since then, and you've always absolutely adored him. Back when you two were little he was your hero, always defending you against anyone that dared to make fun of you.

Before you became part of the Presley family, you were ashamed to admit you had a huge crush on him. You had to force yourself to grow out of it, of course, since you two became practically family.

He turned into a fine man, the best you've ever known, and he probably set your standards way too high for anyone to ever meet them. It also didn't help that he was impossibly protective of you. No one was ever good enough, no one met his expectations.

Maybe you were guilty of giving way too much importance to his opinion on the matter, but for some reason, as soon as Elvis expressed the way he felt about them, they instantly became unattractive to you. You could only see those flaws he pointed out so easily.

You were growing frustrated with the search, and with yourself. You found it was quite lonely at night, having no one to warm you. You wanted to do more than hold hands and kiss once or twice. Hell, you wanted to be touched, to be loved.

So that's the reason you just couldn't stop smiling that night, even while entering the kitchen, finding your so-called "step-brother" having already cleaned the table and standing cluelessly in front of the sink.

Damn, he's always been handsome when he dressed in all black. It made his sparkly blue eyes shimmer even more intensely than they usually did. How on earth he was able to remain a bachelor this long was honestly beyond you.

" Leave it to me" you say while approaching him slowly, your yellow bell skirt brushing swiftly against your ankles.

He stands back, letting you handle the rest of the work.

You really don't mind doing the dishes, you've always found it very relaxing.

" Thanks for handling the rest" you add, shooting him a bright smile.

" 'S okay, it's good to do this stuff once in a while" he jokes, his big smile making your heart flutter for just a second.

He's always had this effect on you, at least since you can remember. You don't think nothing of it, it's just the way he is.

Effortlessly magnetic.

" So is he gone?" he bluntly asks, taking you kind of aback.

" Yeah" you try to hide the blushing you still feel pervading your cheeks as you think of that sweet moment beneath the arch of the door.

Luckily, he doesn't seem to notice.

He's unexpectedly quiet tho, and it's starting to unease you.

You're done with the chores pretty soon, and as you turn around from the washed dishes you find him there, leaning against the wooden table's surface, his feet crossed.

He's lost in thought. You know because his index finger and his thumb are almost nervously playing with his bottom lip, and at that, your brows furrow.

"Elvis, are you okay?" you approach him cautiously, so as not to startle him. Sometimes he got so deep lost you didn't know if his senses would take notice of your presence.

As predicted, no answer.

You chuckle slightly and take place in front of him, bending a little to meet his eyesight. And there he sees you, smiling playfully up at him, your hands clasped behind your back.

" Mh?" he simply goes, raising his chin, straightening up again, and you follow.

" Are you okay?" you tilt your head to the side, confused.

He looks at you so intensely now you're practically squirming in your place, feeling a mixture of concern and discomfort overcoming your previously acquired serenity.

His eyes are so captivating you're suddenly very aware of your proximity to him, but before you can take a step back, he speaks again.

" I don't like him"

Your heart drops in your stomach, your hands fall at your sides, a sigh of exasperation suddenly threatens to let go of your throat.

" What?" you manage to breathe out instead.

He stands up and looks at you, his blue eyes now clear of any residual doubt.

" Mike. I don't like him. You should probably stop seeing him" he says nonchalantly while making his way towards the fridge.

That, he had never said, ever. It was way too much, even for him.

" I beg your pardon?" you raise your voice, a sudden rage getting a hold of you.

You're so shocked you can do nothing much than stand there, wide-eyed, looking at him as he fetches himself a cola, uncorks it, and takes a good fiery sip before putting it down on the counter aside from him.

As he's done, he finally meets your eyes again, even more tranquil than before, or so it would seem.

" He's not good enough for you, honey" he explains, shrugging.

" Well, what a shock" you let out before you could think about a proper response.

But honestly, you couldn't care less. To hell with proper responses, he is being absolutely unnerving this evening.

" What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, brows furrowing, his damn bedroom eyes suddenly looking hurt.

You wish you could've held onto that anger a moment longer, but seeing him staring at you so cluelessly just breaks your heart.

He's not being mean. He genuinely believes you're better off without Mike, that you're too good for him. And as much as his previous words had threatened you to simply let the discussion go downhill, you knew you could reason with him.

So you sigh heavily, recollecting your thoughts to be able to put them into words correctly.

You look at him, your eyes begging him to see reason.

" It just means" you start again, slowly approaching him "that you're very protective of me, and as much as I appreciate it, I don't know if I can go on dating like this without it ever leading to something serious"

You're standing in front of him again, your hand on your heart, hoping he can understand your perspective.

" You mean you wanna marry him?" he asks, sounding surprised, looking vaguely disappointed.

You can't help but smile shyly at that, looking over your shoulder for a second, then back at him " Why not?"

" Well, he's a carpenter"

You roll your eyes amusingly, knowing if he had to resort to that excuse, you were sure he got your point.

" It's a family business, it's all gonna be his someday" you smile " he's got money saved up, he's a smart man, a family man"

Elvis shakes his head.

" That don't mean he's good enough for you"

" But he is" you reach out for him, taking his hand in yours, so close his face hovers right above yours "Oh Elvis, he takes such good care of me"

He looks at your hands, as if surprised you'd get so close to him, then his languid eyes dart back and forth between yours two, and he frowns again, his hand taking a hold of your left one.

This gained proximity has your heart fluttering silently underneath his gaze as you inhale the scent of his cologne.

You gifted him that very fragrance. The year before, while shopping for Christmas gifts, you came across this magnificent scent and instantly thought of him. It suited him perfectly: elegant, yet masculine.

" I take good care of you" he breaths hot upon the skin of your cheeks, squeezing your hand as to emphasize the weight of his words " I can buy you anything you like. Dresses, flowers, jewels" he chuckles as his other hand reaches carefully for your hip "you name it"

This time, it's awfully hard to ignore the wave of warmth his hand spreads within you, but you make no link to it with the sudden quickening of your breaths.

Damn, he's handsome.

Tanned skin, full lips, and the most beautiful pair of sparkly blue eyes you had ever seen. Sure, Mike's weren't bad, but they weren't Elvis's either.

You smile along with him, and he tightens his grip around you ever so slightly, letting your right-hand rest on his chest casually. But not so casually that you don't feel the consequences of it.

The warmth you had felt spreading in your lower abdomen has suddenly lowered, prickling faintly between your thighs.

At that, your smile fades, your cheeks redden furiously, and you gulp nervously.

You had managed to stop thinking about him like this, tried so hard to keep at a distance from him all these years, knowing very well the fine line between what you two are and what you're supposed to be for each other.

He's not your brother, but he's been one for you throughout the years.

And yet you can't stop thinking about the weight of his hands upon you right now, and you suddenly wish they could travel along your skin with less restraints.

Not even Mike had ever been able to awaken such thoughts in your head, not anyone.

You look at him again, trying to regain a shred of your lost focus.

" That's not the kind of care I'm referring to" you admit, lowering your gaze.

And that's all you should let yourself allude to, right at this moment, pressed against him like that, feeling things you should lock away. But your heart is racing faster than ever, and you can't really think straight right now.

" I am a woman now, Elvis. I have needs, I wanna feel loved" you can't seem to look at him while you say this, so when he speaks, you simply feel his breath grazing the skin of your ear.

" I love you"

As you feel a shiver running down your spine, you ask yourself if whatever you're feeling now is right.

Could you ever cross that line without feeling as if you've lost some type of family?

The only one you still had left.

You smile and gain all the strength buried within you to meet his eyes again.

" That's not what I meant" you sigh, looking down briefly before finding the courage to look him in the eyes " I wanna be kissed, passionately. I wanna be touched, and-"

You can't say more, because his eyes have darkened, and somehow it took your breath away, made your heart skip a bit, and your thighs squeeze together.

He squeezes your hand and presses you even closer to him, his warmth spreading within you, his breaths mixing with your own.

" I can do that for you" he purrs upon your skin, so huskily you feel your legs weaken.

But you must have heard wrong.

Whatever you're feeling, it's a fluke, and he cannot feel the same.

" What?" you wished you didn't sound so breathless.

" I can kiss you" he says, leaving no space for misinterpretation.

Your heart misses another beat.

He's playing with you, he's just teasing.

" Elvis, c'mon, be serious" you chuckle nervously.

And even if you shouldn't, some deep secret part of you hopes with all yourself he's not joking. 'Cause right now, looking at his lips, you can't help wondering how they might feel against yours. You can bet they're softer than Mike's, and you desperately wanna find out if you're right.

" I ain't playing with you honey, I'm dead serious" he smiles charmingly and tears his right hand away from yours, reaching for your cheek, looking so deeply into your eyes you can't help but surrender to the moment.

His thumb grazes your lips carefully, parting them as he lowers his gaze upon them, and you wish you had the will to tear yourself away from his arms, to stop the storm that his sweet words had gotten going on in your heart.

You feel like crying,  and yet you don't even think about stopping him as he slowly comes down upon your waiting lips.

" Let me love you" he whispers upon them before you can feel his kiss, humid and gentle, softer than you had imagined, tearing apart every last shred of your resistance.

He kisses you carefully, almost experimentally, as if you could break away at any second.

You've got enough time to adjust to the feeling, and start kissing him back as he holds you close to him.

You shouldn't do this. You shouldn't indulge in this inappropriate behavior, and your hands most definitely shouldn't grip at his shirt so helplessly, silently encouraging him.

At your gesture, he tightens his grip on your hip, as to let you know that he wants you close as much as you do, even if he's being impossibly gentle in his kiss.

You're glad he's doing it because you can't imagine what your heart would do if he only-

His left hand suddenly brushes from your hip to behind your back, and you let a soft, involuntary moan escape your lips.

At that, it's like he awakens abruptly. His grip tightens almost violently around you, he slips his tongue inside your mouth, and you feel it clashing against your own, hot and overpowering.

Gosh, this can't be right.

And yet it feels so inexplicably good it hurts inside.

You fear you've longed for this for too long. That his protective ways, his undivided attentions had awakened an intrinsic need for him you couldn't deny yourself any longer.

At that exact moment, as you began to taste him inside your mouth, you decided you wouldn't resist him any longer. That anything he would have wanted to do to you in that kitchen, you would have let him.

You didn't realize how tense you had been until you melted in his arms, letting him deepen the kiss even further and enveloping his arm around you, backing you towards the kitchen table.

Anytime he parts away from you to catch his breath, you surprise yourself leaning against him, asking silently for more.

" See?" he mumbles in between kisses " I can kiss you passionately"

Anytime he moves an inch of skin against your own, you feel it burning as if it had caught fire.

You realize with shame that you're easy to moan against his lips, feeling an explicable need to let him know you're loving it.

Suddenly he reaches down for the hem of your bell skirt, and you feel his hands traveling underneath its thick fabric.

As a shiver runs down your spine and you let a whimper out of you, you're pervaded by a sudden fear. It doesn't tame the high nor the excitement that his kisses have unleashed within you, but it makes you somewhat more self-conscious.

He's got his hands up your skirt, grazing the skin of your bare legs and thighs, making you feel impossibly hot in your panties.

No one has ever done it. You've never let a man this far before.

" Wanna be touched, hon?" he pants upon your lips, and when you meet his eyes, you feel as exposed as if you were laying naked beneath him.

You can't help but nod in his direction, your nose brushing his, your heavy breaths mixing with his.

Your heart skips a beat, and as he starts kissing your neck, leaving your lips alone for a minute, you realize they're quivering both in excitement and distress.

" I can touch you" he breathes.

You should shove him away. That's what a good girl would do.

A good Christian girl would not let a man grab her ass as he's doing now, wouldn't let him lift her up upon the table, and wouldn't certainly open her legs to welcome him closer, moaning his name in his ear as he bites her neck.

You feel so vulnerable now. Sitting on your kitchen table, your legs open for him, your skirt up your stomach, your panties on full display, and your core just a shred of fabric away from him.

He brushes his hand along your thigh, down towards your centre.

Something inside you knows that if you really wanna put a stop to all of this, here's your chance. 'Cause you know he's going for that spot no one's ever touched, the one you saved for your husband-to-be.

But you're too lost in the fever of the moment, too dazed off to fully care.

However, as his hand lands splayed on your pussy, you whimper, your heart dropping in your stomach.

" Elvis" you mutter, sounding breathless as ever.

He doesn't answer tho, and you feel your heart pounding in your throat as he starts feeling you out through the material of your briefs.

They're soaked. You can feel it. And it's downright shameful that you're letting him know like this. Everything is happening is. It's no ladylike behavior.

How are you ever gonna absolve yourself from all of this?

You call his name once again to try and stop whatever he wants to do, but it comes out so distorted by lust that it sounds like a plead.

He detaches from your neck and meets your eyes, wanting to see what you'll look like as you're being touched for the very first time.

You feel his fingers tasting you through your panties, massaging your entrance, making you feel so flustered and hot you think you could pass out.

He's not even properly touching you and you already feel on fire.

All worries and doubts have escaped your mind, which is simply high on pleasure.

You suddenly feel desperately empty inside.

You've never felt this way, as if your whole life depends on feeling him slide inside of you, filling you up as you know he wants to.

Fuck it. He's too far away.

You wanna close that distance he'd put between you two to be able to look at what he was doing to you. You kiss him in a way you would have never dared to think you were capable of.

You're messy and needy, and you make so many sounds you don't recognize. Hell, you can barely recognize yourself right now. You're blinded by the need of him.

Your hand reaches for the spot where he's massaging you, and as if possessed by this sudden hunger for him, you move your panties out of the way, baring yourself completely to him, ready to feel his blissful touch upon your dripping core.

You've never wanted anything more. You had never thought intimacy would be so terribly frustrating.

And it's even worse when he suddenly stops.

He breaks the kiss and backs away slightly.

You open your eyes to look for his, finding them frozen upon you, wide with horror.

Your heart drops right in your stomach.

The stinging hint of anxiety starts pervading your skin with furious pricking.

" Fuck" he swears, and his head drops down. His right hand, the one that had just given you the best pleasure of your life, now reaches for his forehead, massaging his eyebrows towards the centre.

You're frozen on the spot. Wide-eyed, messy hair falling on your flushed cheeks, and your shoulder strap fallen down your arm, exposing your new baby pink bra.

As you try and focus on what is happening tears start to threaten to run down your face.

He stopped. He realized what you two were doing and stopped himself.

Not you, the good Christian girl whose man just walked out the door; but him, the one who never even liked Mike in the first place.

You're appalled by your behaviour.

You just acted as if you had no control over your instincts, whoring yourself to a man you considered as family.

He steps back and turns around almost fully from you, sighing.

And for an unknown forsaken reason, this breaks your heart into a million pieces.

All of a sudden you feel cold.

" I'm so sorry Y/N" he breathes, his hands still holding at the centre of his eyebrows, eyes closed.

You open your mouth to say something, but you can't. Every word you think of just dies in your throat.

He can't even look at you. He must be so disappointed.

You can't help the tears to start running down your cheeks.

You wanna cry, you wanna hug him out, tell him that you liked it, that you wanted him. That you're not really his sister and he didn't take advantage of you.

But you simply can't.

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[supercorpkid]

Yours Truly, Pink Kryptonite

Supergirl. Kara Danvers x Reader!, Alex Danvers, Lena Luthor

Word Count: 3003.

"As you can see here, we'll start this presentation with an overview of the current business –" You look out the window to see Supergirl staring at you and waving excitedly. "landscape, and, um, the importance of embracing innovation." 

You look around, making sure no one is paying attention to the Kryptonian calling out for you from the other side of the window. What the hell could she possibly want right in the middle of your most important work presentation ever?

You obviously know Kara does a lot of things, but working 9 to 5 isn't one of them. She runs off from CatCo whenever she wants or has an emergency.

Emergency! God, there must be an emergency!

Your mouth dries, and your eyes widen. "Or, you know, everyone knows this." You look at your boss, furrowing his brows at you. "We know our company and where we stand. So instead of wasting our time with the introduction, why don't we just skip to –" You press the control skipping through basically half of your presentation. "the expansion to new markets. And who better to talk about that than my team! I'll leave it to you guys, and will answer to this very important call from our program developer. We know he hates to wait. I'm sorry. I have to –" 

You slip out of the conference room, heart on your throat, completely unaware of what you just said in there.

Supergirl meets you at the balcony of your office with a wide smile. "Kara!" You close the door behind you, looking around you to make sure no one is paying attention or seeing the both of you through glassy walls. "What's the emergency?"

Kara tilts her head to the sides, like a confused puppy. "Emergency?"

You touch her arms, looking for something that could explain why she is here in the middle of the day. "Yes! I mean, isn't there an emergency?"

"Not that I'm aware of." She smiles widely.

It's your turn to master your most confused face. "Then why are you here?"

"Oh!" Kara lets go of your arm, and puts a lock of your hair behind your ear. "I came to ask you out."

"What?"

"On a date! Tonight!" You're still looking at her like you haven't got the faintest idea of what's going on. "Maybe lunch?" She tries to get a different reaction. "Now?"

You look around. This must be a prank. Is someone filming this? Is today April Fools? Surely not. 

"You're not saying no." Her smile brightens up, like this is the most amazing thing that's ever happened. "So that means I can fly the hottest woman out of here right now?"

"What?" You repeat, yet again, baffled by everything that is happening. "You can't. I — I'm working."

"And you sounded so smart in that board meeting, baby." 

"Baby?" You whisper to yourself, more confused now than before. If that's even possible.

"But work is boring," Kara strokes your cheek lightly. "and you're honestly so pretty that I'm sure you'd never have to work if you wanted. Oh! You know what, we should do that!"

"Never work again?" You ask and she agrees enthusiastically. "It's not like you do anyways." You try a little joke and Kara laughs like you just said the funniest thing in the universe.

She composes herself, after a loud snort. "Ok. So you're smart, and pretty, and hot and funny. Golly, how did I get so lucky to get you to go on a date with little old me?"

You open your mouth a couple of times, but keep your comments to yourself. She is literally Supergirl; You never said yes to any date; and WHAT THE HELL! Are some of the things you refrain from saying.

"Kara, I have to go back to work. This presentation is really important." You point to the door and she agrees, once again, vividly with her head. 

"Ok, ok. But lunch?"

"I can't. I have a meeting with the developer." She pouts like a child, and you can't say no to her. Not when she looks so adorable. You breathe deep. "Dinner."

Kara bites her lower lip, holding back a huge smile. "Dinner is perfect. I'll organize everything, and you just have to go and be pretty, which is basically what you do all day anyways."

You furrow your brows one more time and agree with a nod. You make your way to the door, and make a mental note to call Alex and ask her what the hell! 

"Hey baby," You look over your shoulders and back at her one more time. "Your butt looks awesome in this outfit." 

"Thanks?" While your face burns red in embarrassment. 

You spend the rest of the day trying to concentrate on your work, but you can't really because you need to understand what happened between you and Kara this morning.

Sure, you two are used to a little bit of flirting. Subtle and awfully vague. Just little jokes that usually makes Kara completely uncomfortable, and makes her blush in no time. And now, just out of fucking nowhere, she is calling you baby and asking you out on dates?

You: hey! Kara's a bit off today. Something happened? Alex 🌈: oh, yeah. Pink Kryptonite. Why? You: great! One more! What does this one do? Alex 🌈: not sure. Just discovered it. Send me a list of symptoms.

A list of symptoms. Ok. You can do this. 1. She looked extremely happy. But that's not a symptom. 2. She had the courage to ask you out. Could that be a symptom? No. Surely not. Asking people out is not a symptom of being exposed to kryptonite. 3. She called you baby. Yeah, you don't have a list.

You: IDK, just weird. We'll meet up later and I'll try to investigate further. Alex 🌈: great! Will do the same from here.

Not good enough. You look down on your phone one more time. Change conversations.

You: hey! did you happen to see Kara today? Lena the witch: Yeah… You: everything alright? Lena the witch: If by alright you mean weird, then sure.  You: weird how? Lena the witch: She spent the entire duration of our lunch saying you butt looked great today. You: got it ✨super weird✨. Lena the witch: What's up with that? You: unsure. will let you know as soon as I figure it out.

You get ready for your date. It feels weird thinking about it. You've been kinda flirting kinda joking with Kara for a long while. You never thought this was going anywhere. It's not like you didn't want it to happen, but Kara Danvers is not gay. Which is unfortunate for you.

Except today she was the gayest of the gays. Queen of the lesbians. So you can't help but look in the mirror one more time, before saying out loud this time, "What the hell!"

Of course you like the idea of you and Kara going on a date, but it feels hard to enjoy this when it is so sudden and out of the blue. Just yesterday when you were leaving the Tower late at night and said goodbye with a simple, 'see you later handsome', Kara blushed so hard, she lost all her words and stumbled on her own two feet on the way out the elevator. How was she so smooth this morning?

You open the door, after the doorbell rings once. Kara is on the other side, the brightest smile on her face and flowers on her hands. "Hey baby."

You blush furiously. Can't keep your body in check, no matter how much you want to not enjoy this moment before you find out exactly what's going on with Kara.

"You look incredible. You always look incredible." She makes sure, a thumb sliding on your cheek delicately. And it's only the second time she's done this, and you're already addicted to it. "Oh, I brought your favorite flowers."

You look at it, bite your lower lip and hold your breath. She looks beautiful. Like an angel in front of you. Blonde waves cascading down her shoulders, blue eyes as bright as the day sky, smile as wide and white as possible, and she is here holding your favorite flowers. How the hell are you going to resist her?

"Thanks, baby.” God, no! What are you doing? No flirting! 

You turn around, putting the flowers on a vase, and trying to keep your hands and yourself busy so you don't jump on her and kiss her senseless. "Hey, what does Pink Kryptonite do?"

"Um, Pink Kryptonite?" Kara plays coy and you don't even have to look behind yourself to know she is smoothing her hand over her vest, right after touching her glasses. "Where did you see that?"

"Well, baby," You turn around to face her. "it seems that you've been exposed to it." Kara's mouth drops, not knowing what to say. You close the distance. "And believe me, I'm loving what's happening here, but I need to know if this is you or the kryptonite talking. So, what does it do?"

"It turns Kryptonians alittlegay." She mumbles under her breath, and it is only with much effort from your part that you understand it.

Your face drops. "Right." 

It's not like you're shocked about her revelation, she was acting like the lesbian jesus right after being exposed to a hot new type of kryptonite (why so many?). You breathe out, looking at the flowers and trying to ignore your selfish heart and desire to just go along with it.

"You should go."

"What?" Kara's eyes get full of tears. "But, the dinner."

"You're not in love with a woman, Kara. The effects of the kryptonite will fade and you'll regret this whole thing. So before we do something that can ruin our friendship, you should go." 

A tear falls from her eye, and she bites her lower lip to keep herself from crying out loud. Your heart is squeezing in your chest and you're having to summon all of your strength to keep going with this and not just simply kiss her better. 

"But that's not it." She tries, sounding small and in pain.

"Kara, it's ok." It's your turn to stroke her cheek lovingly and carefully, wiping the single tear away. "It was fun, but it isn't you. And for this to happen, I need to be you. Ok?" You're explaining yourself with caution, almost as if you're talking to a child. She agrees with her head, slowly, looking small in her tall body. "Don't worry. It will wear off soon, and you'll be yourself again. And you’ll be glad this didn’t happen." You kiss her cheek and give her a wistful smile.

Kara makes her way out of your apartment, crestfallen and so disheartened you almost feel bad. You take a deep breath. She'll be fine. She'll thank you for this when she wakes up free of the Pink Kryptonite.

Gee, a kryptonite that turns them gay. What the hell was going on in Krypton? But also, you wish you were there. The parties must have been wild.

You turn around in your bed, the flowers that Kara brought keep haunting you, because you decided to put them right next to your bed. You sit up, rubbing your face awake. Why the hell did you kick Kara out the door? It could've happened! It could finally have happened! Why didn't you take advantage of it?

Oh yeah. Yours truly, Pink Kryptonite. Ugh. She didn't really want you, she was just gay for a day. You roll your eyes to yourself. Now you'll just have to live with the awkwardness and the desire while you're around her. Great.

You hear a light tap on the glass and you let out a shit-scare scream, only to see Supergirl flying on the other side of your window. You hear a soft, "sorry." when she realizes how shaken you got.

You open the window to find a glowing Supergirl, and it doesn't take much deducing to understand she's been under the yellow sun bed for a while.

"I flew as close as I could to the sun." She explains, still on the other side, but it's quick to make her way inside. "The yellow sun emulators are alright, but there's nothing better than the real thing."

"Yeah." It's all you can say.

"I wanted to get rid of the Pink Kryptonite as fast as possible." Kara explains it further, and finally puts her glass back so she can change back into her normal clothes. "I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I heard you were still up. I wanted to apologize."

"Whoa, I knew you'd regret it, but God that was fast. Must be some kind of new record for me." You sit back on your bed with a loud sigh.

"No, no." Kara is quick to follow you, kneeling in front of you and holding your hand. "I wanted to apologize for waiting for the kryptonite to finally show me what my life could've been like if I had a little bit of courage."

"Kara, you are the epitome of courage."

"No, I'm not. I've been wanting to ask you out for months and haven't got the courage." She confesses. "Do you know how many times I almost called you baby these past few weeks?"

"You said Pink Kryptonite turns Kryptonian gays." She shakes her head agreeing. "For you to be turned into something, you can't already be that something."

"It turned me extra gay." 

You bite your lip to hold back a laugh, but she's not scared of showing you her wide smile. "Let me show you."

"Show me what?" 

Kara perches up, thumb sliding across your cheek until her hand cups your face. "Let me show you that it wasn't the Pink Kryptonite that turned me gay." She brings your face closer. "Let me show you how you were the one that did it."

"Are you sure this isn't the Pink Kryptonite talking?"

"I'll tell you what," Her breath is hot in your mouth, and you're holding your own breath in anticipation. "why don't we go to sleep and when we wake up you can ask me again?"

"Ok." But your resolution is weakening by the minute, especially after she spoons you in bed and places a little goodnight kiss on your neck.

You wake up with more flowers and breakfast in bed. Kara has a warm smile, and she looks so damn beautiful just fresh out of bed it's annoying.

"Good morning, baby." She holds your face between her hands, thumb caressing your cheek in the way that makes your heart flutter. She’s obviously able to hear it.

You swallow deep. "Is this you or the Pink Kryptonite?"

"Why don't you ask me again after work?" Kara says feeding you a strawberry, and you agree weakly with your head.

She shows up at lunch time, and holds your smelly tuna sandwich out of your reach, convincing you that you deserve better food. She has it all set out on your balcony, a whole picnic that makes all of your colleagues so jealous of your lunch date. Little do they know she actually flew to Italy for that pasta.

And it's another thumb stroke and another, "Is this the Pink Kryptonite?" question that makes her head tilt a little bit farther and she reaches the corner of your mouth, instead of your lips.

"Ask me again at our dinner tonight."”

After work pick-ups and holding hands and perhaps it's Pink Kryptonite. Flowers and dinner dates and maybe it's just the exposure. Movie nights and cuddles and what if it is still turning you gay. Slow dancing to the TV light and thumbs slowly stroking your cheeks and why don't you ask again tomorrow. And that goes on for weeks.

Alex texts you that Kara was exposed to real Kryptonite this time. You know, not the one that turns her into the queen of gays, but the one that turns her bones into flaming hot goo. You run to the Tower and watch her unawake under the yellow sunlight. 

"Hey, it's ok." Alex holds your shoulder while you cry. "She'll be fine. A few hours under the sun and she's good as new."

"What?"

"Yeah, the effects of the kryptonite aren't lasting. It wears off if we deal with it fast."

"With all of the different types?" You furrow your brows at her and Alex agrees with her head.

Well, haven't you been wasting precious time?

You run into the medbay, and sit beside her bed. Like clockwork, a couple hours later, Kara's eyes open and she looks at you on the other side. "Hey baby."

"Oh my God, baby!" You run to her, not caring about anyone on the other side of the glass that might be able to see you both. You throw yourself at her, kissing her entire face. "You scared me."

She smiles widely. "And would do it again to have you kissing my face like that."

You hold her face between your hands, and slide your thumb across her cheek. "Don't you dare." She smiles, but soon her eyes widen when she realizes what's coming next. You meet her lips with yours softly. But soon she deepens the kiss, and next thing you know she's pulling you up the bed while sitting herself up. You’re full on sitting on her lap, while your lips crash and tongues slide and hands explore visible skin. And honestly, the yellow sunlight doesn’t help when you’re body already feels like it is on fire. 

Kara parts the kiss for some air, and looks at you with full-blown pupils. "Is this you or Pink Kryptonite?"

You roll your eyes and give her a chuckle. "Shut up and kiss me again before I think the Green Kryptonite is also turning you gay."

Kara’s tongue is almost inside your mouth again when you hear a yell from the other side of the glass.

"NO! Absolutely not! We can see everything!” Kara is quick to move her hands out of your butt. “That was more than enough!" 

Alex's face is red from yelling, Lena's face is red from embarrassment, and Nia's cellphone case is red from all the pictures she's been taking.

"Keep going! I'm gonna turn these into GIFs!"

You and Kara look at each other, "We should go." "Yeah."

So Kara was right, it wasn't the exposure that turned her gay. Still you do appreciate yours truly, Pink Kryptonite, because at least it gave her courage to be her true gay self.

#supergirl #kara danvers #kara x reader #reader insert #supergirl fanfiction #supergirl imagine

[remiratboi]

Chapter 4 of my smutty lil monster romance

The TW covers the entire thing but all things are not necessarily in every chapter. This is a fantasy, consent is required, read at your own risk. Also I’m making up my own rules about creatures/nonhumanraces and shit here ok? Anything’s possible.

(Also these are unedited aside from very basic grammar and continuity so apologies if things are wrong)

Cernis Sulxan - He/Him - AMAB

Ellory Broadmoore - He/They - AFAB (post top surgery and testosterone)

TW - Anxiety, OCD, OCPD, Autism, Minor Hoarding (like hoarding but it’s all paper no dangerous hoarding), some body image issues more related to gender dysphoria but also very vaguely ED related. Lots of dark sex stuff. Borderline noncon, but kinda cnc. Forced heats kinda, monster fucking, anal, masturbation, choking, incubus, dragon dick, size kink, bdsm, overstim, denial, edging, toys, public sex, impact play, probably more, I dno yet. But lots of dark sex so

Chapter 4 - Ellory

“Cernis.” The flabbergasted Dragonborn said to Ellory. “You can call me Cernis.” He continued. Ellory’s face lit up with a smile. He was more satisfied than he thought he should have been.

“Well, Cernis, you can call me Ellory. Now, please tell me I’ve convinced you to stop fighting me on this?” His jovial voice came back. They didn’t move their hand though. Cernis’ skin was warm and smooth.

Cernis finally looked away, breaking their locked gazes. “Fine. I guess.” He replied. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “For now.” He tacked on.

Ellory chuckled. “Great!” He clapped his hands. “Let’s get going!” They jumped up excitedly.

“Uh, no.” Cernis answered. Ellory turned around perplexed. “I’m sorry but I have work to do.” The large Dragonborn fidgeted in his seat. Even though Ellory was standing and Cernis was sitting, the man was still taller than Ellory was.

“That’s alright Cernis.” Ellory said, revelling in using his name. It didn’t feel like a privilege many others experienced. “I have nothing to do this evening. My team will spend the day sorting, and then you and I can stay after office hours to get started on the decluttering.” Ellory smiled. “Does that work, Sir?” They paused heavily before saying Sir. Ellory didn’t know why they did it. He knew it wasn’t appropriate. But he was finding it hard to control himself around this man.

“I told you to stop flirting with me.” Cernis spat out. “Regardless of how good you are at it.” He finished, a hint of a smirk playing at his own lips. A thrill ran through Ellory’s spine. He laughed. They found themselves doing that often around the Dragonborn. It felt good.

He straightened their posture and nodded with feigned seriousness. They gave a little mock salute and left the room without saying anything further.

The butterflies in their stomach threatened to fly from his mouth. He chewed on his inner lip. They weren’t normally so bold. What had gotten into them? They wondered for about one millisecond before they remembered their very frustrating evening the night prior. Ellory had been on edge the entire time since. That’s all it is. He chalked it up to intense horniness.

This time the day dragged on slowly. Ellory kept checking the time, hoping it was closer to 5pm that it ever was. They kept having to remind themselves this was a job. He had no place flirting this brazenly with a client. But then moments later Ellory would be back to stealing peeks at Cernis in his office. They felt nauseous almost.

However slowly, 5pm did eventually roll around, and the office emptied as quickly as you’d expect it would. Ellory kept fighting a stupid grin on their face as they gathered their things and headed towards Cernis’ office. The Dragonborn was scowling at the wall, distinctly ignoring Ellory. They chuckled. They got such a kick out of his grumble. He knocked on the glass lightly, but entered without waiting.

“Ready Cernis?” Ellory asked, subconsciously he’d claim but they didn’t know if that was true or not, he’d enunciated the SIR sound at the beginning for he name. Ellory blushed lightly. Cernis reciprocated.

“Its lemon.” Cernis responded and thrust a small white box towards Ellory. They pondered it for a moment before fully entering the office and walking forwards to take the little box. Ellory’s eyebrow raised as they opened it to reveal a dainty lemon cupcake with white vanilla frosting, and a tiny lemon snap acting as the cherry on top.

“You…” Ellory didn’t know what to say. “You made this for me?” He didn’t know if that was a question or a statement.

The Dragonborn answered first with a grunt, then with “No. when would I have made it for you? I’ve been in this office all day.” He stated like it was obvious, and like he hadn’t just presented Ellory with a beautiful cupcake out of nowhere. “No I made it last night. I brought it in for lunch today, but I thought you might like it.” Cernis finished.

Ellory’s grin couldn’t be fought this time. “That’s very sweet of you. I love lemon.” They closed the box and gestured towards the large, and very crowded boardroom Ellory had turned into his command centre.

Cernis stood and rounded the desk. He was tall. Very tall. Ellory was around 5 foot 6, and the Dragonborn had to be at least 7 feet tall. He had stood once before Ellory the day before, but this time, with his huge body next to them, Ellory felt dwarfed. Their eyes roamed hungrily over the man’s thick forearms and broad shoulders.

After getting settled in the boardroom, Ellory was able to get into the work, and lost themselves in it. The hours passed quickly. He enjoyed Cernis’ company. Their flirty banter fell away as their time was filled with the sounds of papers shuffling, boxes scraping, a few quick words here and there as they chose which boxes needed to be digitised, and which could be recycled. Cernis had a pizza delivered and they chatted about nothing as they ate, before getting back to work. Slipping back into that casual silence.

Soon Cernis stretched and yawned. Ellory glanced up at the clock on the wall. It was late. Later than they’d expected. Really late. Ellory’s office was in a safer area of town than Cernis’ was. Ellory started to feel a panic rise in his chest as he thought about walking home so late.

“Are you…” Cernis trailed off. Ellory barely noticed as their eyes were glued to the clock. The second hand clicked by again and again. Each click got louder. Each second that passed felt more and more deafening. Ellory’s hands started to sweat. Soon all they could see was the clock. The rest of the room falling away. They couldn’t call a cab. They couldn’t ride in a cab. What could they do? It was so late. Why didn’t they pay better attention? What were they going to do? Maybe they could…

The clock continued to click.

“Ellory?” Cernis asked with concern. His large hand cupped Ellory’s elbow and snapped them out of their fixation on the clock. They stared up at the towering Dragonborn. They hadn’t heard him get up. He hadn’t noticed the man walk over to them. They tried to feign triviality and shrugged their shoulders. Their elbow raised out of Cernis’ hand and Ellory turned to face him.

“Oh, no, I mean, I’m ok.” They shook their head a couple times and plastered a smile they hoped was convincing on their face. “I just…” he glanced up at the clock again. “ I didn’t realise how late it was.”

Cernis nodded, understanding. “ ah, yes, I guess we should be heading out. I didn’t notice the time either.” Cernis left the boardroom and headed to his office.

Ellory tried to shut out the thundering clicking of the clock as they gathered his things and prepared to leave the safety of the building.

#ftm cnc #ftm nsft #ftm sex #ftm switch #bd/sm slave #cnc free use #ftm ns/fw #monster k!nk #monster kink #monster x human #monster smut #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster romance #monsterfucking nsft #terat0philliac #teratophillia #terato #dragon fucker #free use cnc #cnc somno #cnc k!nk #intox cnc #rough cnc #cnc rough #nb switch #nb nsft #nblm nsft #enby ns/fw

[heartkyeom]

now or never pt. 4

xu minghao x fem!reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 (finale)

word count: 10.4k

synopsis: when you make a chance encounter with your ex, you end up saying that you’re engaged to your estranged neighbor xu minghao. when you find out your ex is coming to your friend’s wedding, you’ve only got a month to become a convincing couple.

warnings: chronic illness talk, so much fluff, filthy oral sex lmao, descriptions of female anatomy blowjobs, long car rides, etc.

notes: part 4 is here! finally! longest chapter yet!!! took me exactly a month but I needed to make sure it was perfect. this chapter is building out minghao's character a bit more with some more relationship progress! this covers the last week before the wedding, so there's only one more chapter left !!! thank you for all the love on this series, it feels like it's getting bigger and bigger with every part which is so incredible! please enjoy as always 💓

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You wish that the rest of the day could’ve gone well, but Joshua’s confession just floats in your brain, leaving you unable to do much else with yourself.

Minghao drops you off back at your front door after your outing, revenge dress still not revealed. You wanted to see it, but he can sense you’re too tired to deal with it all.

“No, I’m ready, I can look at it,” You reply half heartedly. You try to muster up your enthusiasm, but he can see right through it.

“No, I’m making you go back to sleep. We can just wait on it. I need you to be excited, and I don’t think your mood is anywhere near there,” He pulls your hand to his mouth, leaving a kiss on your palm. You close your eyes and take a breath before glaring at him again.

“Fine,” you pout.

“Let me know if you wanna see me again today, ok?” He pulls you into a hug and you seem to melt into his arms.

“Okay,” You whisper into his ear. You linger in the hug a bit longer than you expected, it feels like a silent plea for him to stay. Yet, you pull away, exchange goodbyes, and tuck yourself into your apartment before you can cry in front of him. You don’t even get to wallow in your sadness for very long before that familiar pain seizes your body without much warning.

Flare ups never give you much time to prepare for impact, you just have to hope you’re lucky enough to catch them in a place where you can sit for an extended period of time.

The rest of the day is a blur, you don’t even remember trying to change clothes or freshen up. You ignore your phone to focus on your comfort show playing on your laptop screen, moving only to charge your computer when prompted.

You knew it was bad to push everyone away for something you couldn’t control, but you still felt the need to process things like this alone.

You forget that the front door was unlocked, so you don’t hear anyone come in until you hear his voice. “Brat, where are you?” You hear the door lock behind him.

The pet name makes you pause the show and close your laptop. You push yourself further into your blanket, tucking your face away into the soft fabric.

“Hello?” You hear him call out again, but you still don’t move. It felt so childish to hide from him, but you couldn’t make yourself stand up to meet him even if you wanted to.

You hear him walk through the living room into your bedroom. His footsteps stop at the sight of you. Before he sits, he goes to turn on the lamp near your side of the bed before making his way to you. You see the pitch black room illuminate with that recognizable soft warmth and you start to feel even worse.

You feel the other side of the bed dip as he settles onto the comforter.

“What’s going on?” His voice is low.

He’s close enough that you can smell his cologne and you realize it’s the most comforting scent in your life. There were traces of him around your apartment, but nothing beat the real thing.

“I can’t move at all,” You push the blanket off your face, but you can’t look at him. You just focus your eyes on the creases in your sheets. He seems to understand exactly what you mean by the way he shifts his weight towards you.

“Shit,” His voice turns frantic, and he grabs your face without a second thought. You finally make eye contact with him and his eyes are nervous. It unnerves you to see him so scared of you, you feel like you have to comfort him instead.

“I’m fine, Hao,” You whisper. He’s not convinced at all, if anything he looks more scared.

“Please, darling, don’t think about your pride, I need to know how I can help you,” His voice shakes and you feel a pang of guilt in your stomach. How could you try to deny how much pain you’re in around him when he’s done nothing but try to understand you? His pleading ultimately convinces you to let your guard down.

“I haven’t taken any of my medicine. It feels much worse when I don’t,” Your face twists into discomfort.

“Okay, where is it?” His voice is now stable, he seems resolute in his quest to be strong for you.

“Top shelf of my cabinet in the bathroom, there are two big bottles with red labels on them. They should be right next to each other,” Your eyes are closed by the time you finish giving him instructions, and you assume Minghao is anxiously searching by the way the bed lets up.

He only rummages in the bathroom for a minute or so before returning. He puts everything down on the nightstand before grabbing your attention, holding your face in his hands.

“Hey, can you sit up at all? Is that too hard right now?”

“I can try,” You barely move an inch before his arms are anchored to your side, slowly helping you sit up before you could do anything yourself.

You’re surprisingly comfortable now, and he takes the initiative to remove the blanket from your face. “You seemed overheated,” His brows are knitted in concern as he strokes your cheek with his fingers. You’re definitely sweating, so you’re glad he did something.

“Is there an order you’re supposed to take these in?” He holds one of the bottles up and you nod.

“The bigger one first or else I could die,” You reply nonchalantly, but his eyes read as very concerned. He’s staring at you with that same frantic look from before, but you relieve his worries almost immediately.

“Kidding,” you offer a small smile and he scoffs.

“Don’t joke right now, I’m worried sick about you,” He points an accusing finger, but his face melts into a nervous smile. His worried energy makes you feel much worse the second time around.

“But I do take that one first,” You confirm and he’s nodding his head. He grabs your water bottle from the nightstand, setting it between his legs. As he sits with crossed legs, reading your pill bottles with attentive eyes while his hair hangs in front of his face, you want to cry.

You realize the man in front of you deserves to be let in.

He doesn’t deserve to be ghosted for 12 hours while you’re in excruciating pain, only wanting to help you in your time of need. Even though you’re used to a concerning level of hyper-independence and self-sufficiency, his actions start to convince you that it shouldn’t be that way.

Why do you need to suffer when someone is waiting to help you?

Wouldn’t he have dropped everything to come take care of you hours ago?

The thought of pushing him away without considering his feelings eats at you on the inside.

He gets the first bottle open and feeds you the first two pills one by one, holding your water bottle up for you so you can sip without moving a finger.

“Your bedside manner is really good,” You nod at him once you’ve finished drinking your water and he runs his fingers through his hair with a gentle smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, you treat me better than some of the nurses I’ve had.”

You’re not lying either which makes the hint of concern on his face hurt even more.

“Okay, one more,” You didn’t notice that he already opened the second bottle, but you accepted the pill from his fingers once again. He holds up the water for you one last time, waiting for you to swallow before his eyes ease up on you.

“All done,” He runs his hand across your cheek again. “I’m sure you haven’t eaten anything, right?” It’s not an intruding question when he asks it, there’s no judgment behind his eyes.

You shake your head no and the embarrassment washes over you. “I’m sorry,” You start sobbing and he scrambles to move everything in his lap to get closer to you.

“Why?”

“You just wanted to know how I was feeling and you didn’t even ask for any of this,” You wipe your eyes with your sleeves, your words start to get lost between hiccups. He gently moves your hands out of the way to wipe your tears. The moment he puts his hands down, you pull him in close and he lets you cry into his chest. He whispers comforting words into your ear, cradling your head with his arm. He waits for you to stop sniffling before he speaks up again.

“I don’t like you because I pity you. You have to know that,” He whispers in your ear before pulling back to face you. “You’re so determined and kind, there’s so many things I admire about you when you’re not worrying me half to death,” He makes a jokingly frustrated glance that makes you blush.

“But seriously, I’m happy to help you. You don’t bother me, taking care of you is not a chore. I want to take care of you as long as you want me here. Okay?” He’s got that soft adoring tone in his voice, the one that’s reserved for pulling you out of your overthinking. It works like a charm every time.

“Okay, I believe you,” You nod, letting his words sink into your subconscious slowly. Compassion is still so foreign to you, but you can tell he is determined to change that.

“Let’s have some food and get washed up. I’m gonna make you some tea as well,” The look on his face shows that he’s already got everything laid out in his mind.

“I don’t know what you did, but my muscles already feel better.” It would always take far too long for your medicine to kick in, but Minghao seemed to be gentle enough to make a significant difference. It seemed your body seemed to know the difference when you were being treated gently as well.

“I have magic powers,” He winks and you let him go to start his dinner prep.

He ended up doing everything for you, to say he pampered you is definitely an understatement. He doesn’t let you lift a single finger for the rest of the night, only letting you go when you demand to brush your teeth on your own. You didn’t expect him to be so attentive, but you think he’s just trying to make up for not being able to take care of you before.

When you’re finished eating dinner and your tea is gone, he’s practically attached to you in bed. He can’t stop himself from burying his face into the side of your neck, only moving to nestle himself closer to you. Minghao always starts off sleeping on his own side whenever you’re in bed together, so to start off very close to you is a nice dynamic shift. You’re slowly discovering how important physical contact is for him, it makes you feel even more connected to him.

He somehow convinced you to change into new pajamas, but you do feel more like a human being now. You should’ve spoken up before you were both attempting to sleep, but your brain makes it impossible to settle without bringing your thoughts up.

“Hao?”

“Yeah?” He rasps out, blinking his eyes open at you. You immediately felt bad knowing he needed the rest, but you didn’t want to ignore the chance to speak your mind now that he was awake.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up,” You pressed a kiss to his hair for the trouble.

“I wasn’t really asleep yet,” You hear him take a deep breath and he pulls himself closer to you. “What’s up?”

“I don’t want to stop seeing you after the wedding. I’ve been trying to find a good way to tell you officially, but I don’t think the agreement holds up much anymore,” You finish ranting and he’s surprisingly quiet. You feel him let go of your hold and your first instinct thinks you might have fucked up.

He didn’t want to be serious with you.

The lamp suddenly flashes on, forcing you to blink to adjust to the new light. He seems lost in thought until he meets your eyes.

“I don’t wanna stop seeing you either,” He smiles so brightly that it spreads to his eyes, “I think you’ve got a little too much of my heart for me to say no.”

You could’ve cried from relief. You had a suspicion that someone who took a dress commission from you for free didn’t want to be just friends.

“Thank god,” You put your head in your hands and sigh to yourself. Was it too soon to think you could be in love with him? Absolutely.

Yet, did those feelings grow when you saw how giddy he got at the thought of you? Yes.

“So you were nervous to ask me?” He reaches out for your hold and you do your best to crawl over to him. He closes the distance when he notices a hint of struggle on your face and wraps his arms around you tightly.

“A little bit,” You mumble into his chest. You feel his giggles vibrate across your body and he runs his hands down your back.

“You make me nervous too, for the record. I figured if I fucked up the dress, that was it,” He sighed loudly. It was nice to know the feeling was mutual though, that you were both feeling so excited yet nervous about the connection that it stopped you both in your tracks.

“You couldn’t possibly fuck up the dress, though,” You knew he was far too talented for that, especially after seeing his vision for other projects in his studio.

“You’re right, I didn’t,” He admitted, making you both burst into laughter. It was nice to see him hype himself up for a second despite the humble attitude he adopted most times when complimented on his work.

You both talked about fashion related things until you felt pulled toward sleep once again. Your head is nestled on his chest and you’re almost certain that his idle touches to your skin knock you out quickly.

You almost think you’re dreaming things when you hear him whisper to you.

“Don’t scare me like that again, I can’t lose you,” It’s so faint but it’s enough to push you into sleep completely.

You don’t want to scare him like that either, especially since he’s proven how much he can be there for you.

You figure it’s time to show him how much you care for him too.

--

“I don’t want to be there when you try it on,” Minghao remains insistent at your front door.

You’re not exactly convinced with the garment bag hanging over your shoulder. Minghao had finally given you permission to see the dress, but with one stipulation that you couldn’t exactly wrap your head around.

“Why not?” You try to stop your face from twisting into a discontent expression.

“I imagine it’ll be kinda emotional, I don’t want to get in the way of that. I know, it sounds stupid, but I’ve done it for so long with my commissions. Just trust me,” He raises his eyebrows at you.

You give him an anxious glance and he smiles at you. “You can come over once you’ve tried it on. You can tell me all your reactions and everything, I promise!” He exclaims.

“Okay, I trust you,” You nod through the response. You exchange quick goodbyes and you shut the door behind you.

You give yourself a few seconds before you’re practically running into your bedroom.

You lay the bag down gently onto your bed and unzip down the front until the dress is partially exposed. From first glance, you can tell it’s dramatic. The sight of a strapless gown takes your breath away.

Before you can even take it out of the bag, you notice a note attached to the front of the plastic. You read it to yourself:

To my muse-

I hope I made you the perfect revenge dress. If you don’t like it, then feel free to drag me through the mall to find you something better. It’ll only hurt my feelings a little bit.

Hao

The end of the note left you laughing, but a few things make your heart clench.

First, muse. You don’t know why it pulls so much at your heart to hear him call you that. It’s probably the weight of the situation, how quickly you’ve grown together, it all feels so precious to you.

Second, the idea that whatever he made you could be worse than a department store dress didn’t make sense at all. You’re sure whatever he made would be nestled in your heart forever, the intimacy of making you something this personal was not lost on you.

You don’t want to mull on the note for too long, so you place it on your dresser before coming back to look at the dress again.

You carefully unwrap it out of the plastic and hold it up to get a better look at it.

It’s breathtaking, even just on a hanger. The black sheen fabric feels so lush in your fingers, you can’t describe how it makes you feel.

You expected it to be a bit revealing, but the combination of the strapless neckline and the high slit are almost lethal.

It takes you a few minutes to actually get dressed, but once it’s on, you feel like a new person. The moment you see yourself in the mirror, you’re speechless.

First of all, the dress fits perfectly. It hugs your hips and compliments your figure so well that you don’t think you’ve ever seen your body look so at ease in a garment.

The strapless neckline compliments your chest, slightly bolstered by the structured corset bodice. The slit is almost dangerously high, you’re staring at just how exposed your leg is.

It feels dangerous to even wear it in the comfort of your bedroom. You can only imagine what power it would give you in public.

You don’t think any of the jewelry you have in your closet would be good enough to match it, but something would have to do.

Minghao was right that wearing the dress brings something out of you. It wasn’t about feeling desirable by Joshua anymore, it was a rebirth of your identity without him. It was cathartic to see yourself wear something that would force you to grab attention instead of hiding away.

This dress reminds you that weren’t going to minimize yourself for anyone anymore.

After a few more glances at yourself, you’re itching to get back in your sweatpants so you can run to Minghao’s door.

Once you get out of the dress, you get dressed in your other clothes in record speed. You barely remember to put on your slides before you’re out the front door.

You’re nearly breathless when you arrive at his door. You end up knocking on the door so loudly that he’s almost shocked to see you on the other side.

You push yourself past him, and he’s watching you with a mischievous eye while closing the door behind him.

You kiss him before he can say anything, capturing his lips so quickly that he nearly stumbles into the hallway closet.

“It’s so perfect,” you say between kisses, “I just wanna kiss you because I can’t pay you for it.” You’re moaning into the kisses at this point, so much so that Minghao pulls away with a dazed expression.

“You love it that much?” He bites his lip at how eager you are.

“Yes, I’m fucking obsessed with it. Thank you so much,” You rest your head in the crook of his neck for a second before looking at him again.

“You’re welcome, darling. I’m really glad you like it.”

He admires your face for a bit too long that you start to feel pulled in by his glance. The longer you look at him, desire overtakes any of the rationality you have left.

“I don’t think I’ve said thank you enough,” Your hands land on his chest, you can barely stop yourself from wandering down to his nipples.

“Show me then,” He can’t help himself when he teases you, taking your hands and snaking them underneath his shirt.

His skin still feels like a surprise to you despite your previous encounters. Suddenly, everything in you wants to take things much slower than your hasty entrance.

You’ll have so much time to go hard and fast with him, but capturing your unspoken showing of gratitude feels much more paramount.

--

Although having time to figure out your career was nice, the threat of not having money for rent was much bigger. You thought carefully about Minghao’s words, how the idea of wanting to start over with fashion was enough at the moment, but you were tired of sitting and waiting.

You needed to take action.

You didn’t want to rely on Minghao to get your foot in the door, despite him probably wanting to help you out.

Your portfolios from college didn’t exactly reflect your current vision as a designer, but they had enough material for you to present to any potential employers. You didn’t have much to lose, so you spent hours trying to scour through resources online for any possible leads on apprenticeships or openings for residencies.

You sent far too many emails to fashion houses around the city within one day, including Minghao’s employer Semicolon. You get so wrapped up in typing that Minghao has to pry your laptop away from you in the middle of you drafting an email, much to your dismay. He reassures you that whoever responds back will be lucky to have you, which is true, but you still try not to get your hopes up about anything.

Thus, when you receive an email the next day from the head of Minghao’s department, to say you’re shocked is an understatement.

You wouldn’t be working directly with runway clients, but in the print department instead. You had more experience with magazine work anyways, back when you used to get involved with a few different student magazines on campus as an underclassmen.

It’s a lower level designer job, but a job nonetheless. You weren’t exactly in a position to turn down the interview, especially when you knew how well they paid at all levels.

Your interview happened to be on the big day of Minghao’s consideration for a promotion as well.

He mentioned it in his sleepy ramblings a few nights ago, how he was up for a promotion to head designer. He would be the lead designer on any national and international runway collections that the company created, positioning him as one of the most established in-house designers at Semicolon.

It was a major deal, especially since he would be the youngest person to be head designer in Semicolon’s history. All eyes were on him, and you were certain that the pressure was getting to him.

You both stood outside the company building on the day of, 15 minutes before your meetings, hands intertwined with similar levels of nerves accompanying you. You turn to face him with a nervous look in your eyes.

“We’ll be fine, right?” You ask quietly.

“We have to be,” He nods at you, absentmindedly biting his lip. You look at the building again with scattered eyes, your brain doesn’t even feel remotely prepared for this.

“The worst we can get is a no,” It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself as you say it, but you need to hear it out loud.

“Exactly,” He affirms you with a gentle squeeze to your hand. “We’ll walk in together, take the same elevator and no matter what happens, it’ll be okay.”

You nod and take one last deep breath before he starts leading you both inside the building. Your senses are too focused on the task at hand to look around the lobby this time, you don’t seem to relax until you both step inside the elevator.

You’re going to floor 8 while he goes to floor 19. He presses both buttons and faces you again. “You’re gonna do perfect, darling. You have everything you need,” He leaves a kiss on your forehead and pulls you into a short yet tight hug.

“You too. You’re gonna make the best head designer this company has ever seen,” You kiss his cheek the moment you’re out of the hug. He nods with a silent certainty that things will go well. The 8th floor chime comes sooner than you want, but you step out, clutching your portfolio for dear life. You look at him one last time before the elevator closes and he blows you a kiss with a short wave.

You can barely smile back before the elevator doors close and you’re alone again. You figure that you’ll never be 100% ready for whatever happens, so you look for the designated office before you can question yourself any longer.

45 minutes later, you’re left a bit unnerved as you close the office door behind you. The elevator ride back down to the lobby has your mind completely swimming, but you know that you can’t process any of it until Minghao is out of his meeting.

You both agreed to wait outside for each other once the interviews were over. You figured that you’d be out before him, and your suspicions were correct when you didn’t notice anyone sitting outside on the benches near the entrance.

It feels like you’re waiting a lifetime until you finally see his figure walk out of the revolving doors. His face is unreadable when he approaches you with a small wave.

“Okay, we’re gonna say yes or no if we got the job on the count of 3,” You brace yourself for whatever he says and he agrees to your proposition immediately.

“1, 2, 3,” He counts slowly.

“Yes,” You both speak in unison.

His eyes go wide and you nearly drop your bag.

“Oh my fucking god,” You scream into his ear, wrapping your arms around him until you can barely feel your fingertips. He reciprocates the hug immediately and nearly tackles you in the process. You’re both just waddling around in this hug for a few minutes, drinking in each other’s success until you can barely breathe.

“You deserve this so fucking much,” He comes up for air and almost knocks you over with a kiss. Your mouth melts into his instantly, you can’t stop your tongue from pushing into his mouth. You can feel just how excited he is by the way he holds your face with his hands.

He’s quite good at the push and pull, he still knows how to make you flustered after each kiss. He pulls away with a giggle, leaving you completely breathless.

“You do too, head designer,” You push his shoulder playfully and you can see the tips of his ears turn red.

“Come on, let’s go home so we can get wasted,” He pouts and you can’t exactly say no to that face.

“Can we drink the cheap wine I have in my fridge? I think I have too much to drink on my own,” You ask him as you both walk back to his car arm in arm.

“Absolutely, we can do anything you want. We deserve to celebrate,” He can’t help himself as he leaves a kiss on your cheek.

You want to bottle up this feeling so badly. Yet, you’re sure that you’ll always remember the way the light summer breeze hitting your face, holding hands with your lover, smiling until your cheeks hurt because you both got lucky on the exact same day in the same building.

It feels like nothing else really matters in the moment besides the way Minghao kisses you, as if he’ll never be able to taste your lips again.

You hold him to the promise of drinking and making out, the former coming first. You arrange a few bottles of wine on your living room floor, slowly making your way through them together until you’re too giggly to keep going.

You give up on drinking out of wine glasses and you decide to periodically switch bottles instead, taking a few sips of one bottle before switching flavors.

Soon enough, he was pushing your hand away from the bottle with a small giggle.

“Stop it,” He swats your hand lightly and quickly captures it between his hands. The swift movement makes you scream and he’s shushing you, but you both fall right back into laughter.

“You’re drinking just as much as me!” You exclaim. He pushes his lips out to deflect your statement, but it’s true. His cheeks are flushed and he’s laughing at everything you’re saying, a classic tell that he’s drunk.

“Maybe I just wanted to look at you, how about that darling?” He tilts his head and your playful frustration comes out.

“Where did this darling thing come from? You started doing it out of nowhere,” You scrunch your face at him and he’s slightly embarrassed.

“Didn’t want to call you brat forever. Do you not like it?” He gets slightly quiet and you hit his shoulder. There’s absolutely no way you could ever hate his nicknames, they feel too comfortable for him to ever stop.

“I love it! I just like brat too,” You shrug your shoulders and he smirks at you. “No, not like that, you’re so gross,” You push him again and he puts his arms around you before you can touch him again.

“I didn’t mean it in that way, brat,” He presses lots of kisses to your cheek, enough that you want to squirm away out of fake discomfort.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Your words start slurring to the point where Minghao is stumbling to get you both some water.

“Where are you going?” You shut your eyes but reach out for him, making grabby hands that he can’t help but coo at.

“You’re so fucking cute, but you need water. We both do,” You hear him come back and sit next to you again. He taps your face to get you to open your eyes and he’s handing you the cup of water carefully. He can’t even let you hold it completely, he’s cupping your hands and helping you drink the entire cup. You don’t want to admit that it’s easier to have him help, so you keep it to yourself.

He gulps down his own cup of water and moves them out of the way so that you don’t knock them over.

“Let me take care of you,” You sigh, your shoulders visibly lowering with the release of air. Your eyes are not shy about wandering to his crotch and he laughs a bit too loudly.

“You don’t have to do anything, it’s okay,” He insists.

“I want to,” You fight back immediately, the desire taking over when you lay your hands flat on his thighs. There’s a beat of silence before you ask him for permission.

“Can I?” It’s a whisper that you’re not even sure he heard, you can’t even look in his eyes. He lifts your chin to meet your gaze. His eyes are so forgiving that you know he wants it before he can even speak out loud.

“Go ahead, baby,” He nods and your hands are already unzipping his pants, you don’t have to give him time before he’s taking off both his pants and boxers at once.

The sight of his cock still leaves you speechless, no matter if he’s giving you one quick round before he’s going to work or if he gets to take his time with you. Precum is already leaking from his tip, you wish you had the patience to tease him like you wanted to, but you just want the taste of him too badly.

He’s visibly hard, so much so that the moment you touch him he flinches.

“It’s okay, love, just relax,” You reassure him. You lick the underside of his cock and he lets out a shaky breath, he clearly didn’t expect it which makes it even better.

You settle yourself between his legs, your nails draw light scratches down his thighs and his eyes are already fluttering shut.

You don’t give him a warning before you take his length in your mouth. You hear him moan and it spurs you on to take him completely, he hits the back of your throat and the sting you feel doesn’t matter when his reactions are so pretty. It makes him hiss and he grabs your shoulder out of desperation. “Baby, please, I’m gonna cum if you keep going this hard,” He whispers, his grip tightening slightly.

You pull off briefly to give him an innocent smile and he returns it quickly. “Okay,” You take him into your mouth again after your reply, slowly moving your head back and forth until he’s completely comfortable. His desperate groans are your kryptonite, so you subconsciously speed up and let him adjust to it. The taste of his precum mixed with your saliva is intoxicating, it definitely helps to hear him whining.

You feel him clutch your hair, guiding you slightly further onto him. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby,” His voice is laced with so much pleasure that it drives you crazy. This is definitely the messiest blowjob you’ve ever given, but he doesn’t seem to mind how sloppy it is.

You experimentally push his cock to the back of your throat again and he lets out a strangled groan, nearly letting go of your hair. His noises are the only thing filling the room, a mix of whines and moans filling your ears.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” His reply is barely coherent, but it’s enough to know he’s coming towards the edge. You suck him a bit more before you move your mouth off of him again and he complains.

“I’m so close,” He whispers. He watches you stand up and straddle yourself onto his lap. The new friction makes him throw his head back in pleasure, screwing his eyes shut. He’s willing himself to not cum on the spot, focusing instead on your face.

You want to be rational, you should still be between his legs sucking him off so that he can just cum in your mouth. Yet, your core feels so neglected that selfishness takes over.

“I want you to cum in me,” You put on your best innocent voice to try and convince him. His eyebrows raise in suspicion.

“Are you on birth control?” He questions and you nod immediately, leaning down to place kisses in the crook of his neck. You hadn’t had a proper conversation about experimenting during sex, but your drunk subconscious mind decided to speedrun it with him tonight.

“I’m clean, I promise. I’m gonna feel so tight on you, Hao, please,” You put on the charm when you whisper in his ear. When he doesn’t respond immediately, you roll your hips down onto him. He tightens his arms around you with a loud moan that surprises you.

“You’re such a little shit,” He slips his hands underneath your shirt to unhook your bra, throwing it across the room. He squeezes your breasts, kneading them roughly. You let out a breathless moan, the feeling of him finally touching your skin feels more satisfying than you thought it would.

He watches you get undressed before forcing you back onto his lap.

You let him lower you down onto his cock and you both let out filthy moans at the sensation of being inside each other without any barriers. You can feel how sensitive he is inside you, every movement feels far more intense than all the other times you’ve fucked.

“Gonna let you cum first,” You sigh, slowly moving yourself on his cock. He lets out a bitter sounding laugh that you can’t tell if it’s a joke or not.

“So nice of you,” He scratches his nails down your back with a bit of a mean streak. It doesn’t take long before his moans are picking up again, and you think you’d like to return that mean energy of his.

You kiss down his neck, hips still moving rapidly. You pick a random visible spot to suck a mark on his neck, not taking the pain into consideration at all. He stutters out in agony, whining so loudly that it makes you smile against his skin.

“Fucking hell,” He sighs out loud enough for you to contemplate doing it again. You don’t have time to make a decision before he clutches your hips, you feel him clench around you and his cum fills you up quickly. You both still your movements and his mouth is fully agape, his chest heaving from how hard his orgasm hit.

“Don’t move,” He grits out, he’s still panting but he knows he has to act quickly. You know he’s slightly annoyed, but his fingers move to your clit, rubbing you so quickly that your brain can barely catch up.

You can already feel yourself clenching around his cock, he knows how to work you up so intensely that a proper orgasm can hit you out of nowhere.

“Please Hao, please let me,” Your words trail off and you can barely look at him, much less keep still around him.

“Let you do what? You need to tell me,” That teasingly sweet voice of his is anything but helpful at the moment. You’re nearly crying from the pressure on your core, his fingers just won’t stop moving and it makes it so hard not to disobey him.

“Fuck, please let me cum, I can’t hold it,” You’re panting, you think you can feel his cum seeping out of you onto the floor. You look down and it’s true, his cum ended up near your feet. It shouldn’t feel that satisfying, but it is, the overstimulation of fluids makes it hard to deny yourself any more pleasure.

“Then cum,” He makes it sound like it’s nothing, but his nonchalance works so easily on you. You let yourself cum almost immediately, clamping your hand over your mouth to restrain the wildly unpredictable moans coming out of you. The clenching feels so intense that you have to move, you have to do something to combat the pain radiating throughout your body.

After a few moments, he helps you get off of his lap and your legs are shaking, you’ve definitely sobered up a bit from all the action. He finally kisses you, letting his mouth linger on your lips for a few moments so you can savor him. “You did well, darling,” He kisses your cheek before getting up to start your joint aftercare routine.

You watch him with heavy eyelids, and the aftercare seems to happen without much effort on your part. He always dotes on you to a point where you stop trying to fight it, especially now when you’re not exactly drunk or sober to do anything at all.

You’re just lucky to eventually be put in bed with fresh pajamas on. He definitely had to coax you to take your medicine, but things went relatively easily.

It’s only when you’re both falling towards sleep that you feel the urge to hold a conversation again. “Sorry for not finishing you off,” you mumble. You hear him laugh under his breath.

“It’s okay, you’re really keeping me on my toes,” You feel him curl tighter into your side. You hum in response, and you let another minute go by.

“Are you scared things might not work out between us?” You ask suddenly. Your voice comes out much smaller than you wanted it to.

“Sometimes. The month went by pretty quickly,” His response makes you feel less alone in your anxiety. It felt like such a whirlwind romance that you didn’t have much time to enjoy the little intricacies of getting to know each other.

You learned about each other out of desperation, surprised that something fruitful came out of that need to look acceptable as a couple to others.

“I think so too. But whatever happens, it’s still worth it that I got to know you,” You offer, you wish you could see his face so that he saw just how much you meant it.

You didn’t want to picture the past month without him, you can’t imagine a reality where Minghao isn’t there by your side to take care of you.

“Do you think I’m worth all the effort? Do you regret meeting me?” His questions leave a pang of guilt in your heart. He’s usually quite self-sufficient with his worries, typically isolating for a while before coming back to silently ask for kisses and cuddles. Thus, you don’t get many chances to verbalize how much you like him when he’s feeling upset.

“You’re completely worth it, Hao. I don’t regret any of this. You’re so special to me,” You soothe his worries with such sweet words. He takes a moment to process them, until you hear a sniffle.

You grow concerned, so you turn on your lamp. A teary eyed Minghao looks at you with a slight pout. His eyes are slightly puffy and you try not to let any surprise cross your face.

“My baby,” You instinctively pull him into your chest like he’s done it for you so many times. His cries are so quiet, but you can still feel his body shake in your arms.

“You mean a lot to me. I hate hiding my feelings from you,” His tone is somewhat even, most of the emotion doesn’t spill through.

“Whenever you want to tell me anything, I’m here. I like hearing whatever is on your mind,” You leave soft touches on his shoulder. He’s always been quite practical and objective, letting you know exactly how he feels about things, so to see him with his guard down means he trusts you so deeply.

“Okay, I promise I will,” He pulls his face back from your hold to wipe his tears. He grabs your hands and holds them to his chest instead.

“Y/N?” He calls out to you again.

“Yes?”

“I don’t like sleeping without you,” He blinks at you with a small smile. His voice nearly breaks your heart from how cute he sounds.

“I don’t either, and I’m not going anywhere, okay?” Your response makes him close his eyes, nodding softly. You wipe the stray tears still left on his cheeks.

He takes the chance to leave a few pecks on your lips, but you know you need more.

You press your lips to his for a few moments and you can almost feel him melt into your touch. He lets out a quiet satisfied hum the moment you pull away from him.

You turn away to turn off the lamp and he’s already whining, pulling at your arm to stop your movements. “I’m right here, love,” You giggle into his chest, you quickly lie down again to face him in the darkness.

You fall asleep with a few more kisses pressed to your lips, your mutual affection seems to radiate off each other so easily.

You figure this feeling is enough to keep you happy for the rest of your life.

--

The next day, packing your own clothes for the wedding wasn’t hard, but getting Minghao to pack was a bit more difficult.

He insisted that he already put some clothes aside for his suitcase a few days ago, but you don’t notice anything when you enter his closet.

Instead, you’re drawn to his impressive array of clothing. You’re definitely overwhelmed by how cool his pieces are. You figure it’s a mix of clothes he’s made for himself, pieces he’s made for collections that he stole for his own closet, archival designer clothes, and a medley of thrifted clothes sprinkled in.

It was completely foreign to your own closet, it felt like its own little world that you could spend forever in.

When you retreat out of the closet, you notice Minghao is at his desk, hands and body completely still.

He has lots of sketches organized across his desk, but he seems to be staring at one in particular.

“Hao, are you ok, love?” You try. You place your hand on his shoulder and he still doesn’t move.

“My hands aren’t doing what I need them to do,” He hums, blinking at the papers before him.

“Let’s take a break, yeah?” You grab his hands and massage them gently. His eyes flutter shut and he takes a deep breath, slowly leaning into your touch.

“Yeah,” He opens his eyes and slowly stands up from his desk. The promotion is already giving him far more work than before. Despite his position not officially starting until after the wedding, you can sense it’s taking a toll on him already.

You know he’s told you about being a workaholic, but watching him work from home today has made that personality trait even more real in your brain. He gets so focused that it’s hard to break him out of that trance, especially when you try to make him take breaks.

You discover it’s best not to bother him since he has his own internal productivity clock, but you figured it had been a few hours too long since the last break.

You came over to his apartment with the intention of not doing much together anyways, but you didn’t expect him to work the entire time.

“How about we pick out clothes instead?” You suggest, rubbing your hands up and down his arms in a feeble effort to ground him.

“We’re only there for a few days, there’s not much for me to pick out,” He giggles to himself as he looks back at the closet.

Mingyu’s wedding had a formal dress code, but you and Minghao had decided to take an extra day to stay in the vicinity of the small beach town to relax before coming back into town to start the new phases of your professional lives.

“Well, show me these outfits you allegedly picked out, idiot,” You playfully shove him toward the closet and he puts his hands up in defense.

“Fine, fine,” He backs into the closet and turns his attention to the clothes slightly above his eyeline. He grabs a sleek black suit to prop up in his arms.

“Wedding outfit with a nice tie,” He looks at his picks before looking at you for feedback.

The suit was nice, muted enough so that your dress could be the real showstopper. Yet, his tie was still decorated with an intricate pattern that caught your attention.

“Very nice,” You nod and he nods as well before placing it back in the closet. He stays in the closet for a few moments before emerging again with a pastel blue set, a solid button up with matching linen shorts. It was the perfect lazy weekend beach attire.

“And my beach day outfit,” He looks up at you with a proud smile.

“That’s gonna look so pretty on you, especially that color,” You coo at him, your tone gets high at the possibility of seeing him in bright colors. He bites back a smile, but ultimately gives into the compliment with a smirk.

“Thank you,” His voice is a bit smaller now, you notice the tips of his ears are red, but you don’t point it out.

He goes to put the clothes back before your gaze can linger on him for too long, but it’s too late.

You’re already concocting more ways that you can catch him off guard with a compliment.

He pulls out a small black industrial type suitcase out onto the floor of the bedroom, and it suits him completely.

You decide to sit on his bed and watch him pack the suitcase carefully. You’re sure he’s done it countless times that it feels like second nature. You wonder what the inside of his passport looks like, what he’s like on an international flight, the first thing he does in a new country, so many questions about his travel habits plagued you.

His hands treat his clothes so delicately, you can only admire the way he folds his clothes, smoothing his palm across the top to rid any lingering wrinkles before placing them gingerly into the suitcase.

You watch him wander back and forth from the bathroom, casually collecting items to place into side pockets and pouches.

You think you’ve unlocked a new kind of domesticity with him, a silent one where you can adore him from afar without constantly needing to fill the silence. The way his eyes scan the case is enough to keep you captivated.

“Are you enjoying the show?” He brushes his hair back from his forehead, looking up at you suddenly.

“Definitely,” You smile at him with a particular fondness, he senses it with a closed mouth smile.

He closes the top of the suitcase, he’s definitely not done packing for sure, but it’s enough for now when he gets up and sits next to you on the bed.

“Are you nervous about the trip?” His hand finds the nape of your neck easily, slowly rubbing his fingers against your skin.

“Slightly,” You close your eyes for a moment before blinking back at him. He hums in understanding.

“Besides him being there, do you like weddings?” He continues his soft movements, but tries to engage with you further.

“I do,” You can’t help the smile that makes its way onto your face, it’s hard to contain yourself.

“Tell me more,” He giggles at your sudden excitement, he shifts his weight to account for your now perky mood, now absentmindedly playing with your hands.

“Everything about them just makes me happy, I like seeing people in love,” Your tone of voice is so far up in the clouds that he can tell you’re daydreaming.

“Do you think you’ll ever be in love?” His question grounds your dreams instantly.

It shouldn’t unnerve you this much.

You want to tell him that you’re already in love with him, but the words are lodged in your throat so tightly that you can’t do much about it. You can only take a breath and hope he doesn’t notice how much that question affects you.

Yet, you know how he is. He notices something happening with you before you do.

“I’m sure I will,” You nod in affirmation in hopes that he leaves it alone, that he won’t press you any further about the topic.

He doesn’t ask you verbally, but his eyes search yours with a hope that you mean you’ll fall in love with him.

“I know you will. You’re perfect,” His words are laced with so much affection that it almost hurts to hear, so sickly sweet that your heart practically feels weighed down from the kindness of it.

It’s enough to pull him in for a kiss, to help him achieve that feeling in your chest. His lips slot into yours so naturally at this point, you don’t have to try too hard at it before he senses your needs.

He deepens the kiss ever so slightly, but it still leaves your heart fluttering. The tension recreates itself the moment he looks into your eyes. He leaves you breathless and you can feel the slight puffiness of your lips now that you’re away from his mouth.

No matter what he just did, you can’t make each other say what you truly mean.

It’s too much when you’re both packing for a trip where you’re meant to play up a lie that no longer feels like a lie. The relationship is so fragile that it has to keep unfolding in its own time, it’s not meant to handle a rushed confession.

You both deserve better than that.

“You think I’m perfect?” You finally respond to his statement. He sighs with a particularly sweet smile on his face.

“Absolutely,” He examines your face long enough for you to feel safe under his gaze. After a while, you watch him get up to finish organizing his suitcase and you’re not sure what makes you upset.

You wrestle with your feelings as he zips up his suitcase, pushing it to a corner in his room. He convinces you to get ready for bed with him, and it helps you push away the thoughts for now.

No matter what happens this weekend, he’ll be with you. You can only hope that’s enough for you to feel safe.

—

Road trips were a rare occasion for Minghao. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy them, but he never had a good reason to spontaneously travel or the time to take them very often.

Thus, the trip up to the wedding would be momentous. Minghao has read that the strength of relationships are tested when you travel with your partner, and it’s the first time he’s properly done it with anyone he’s dating.

He wants to do it right, so he hopes to make the weekend perfect, starting with getting off work early to mentally prepare himself for the journey.

He would be driving, not that he didn’t trust you, but he was slightly protective of his car. He would’ve insisted on driving you both regardless if you tried to fight him on it, not wanting you to overexert yourself a few days after such a big flare up.

He makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible in the passenger seat, confirming that you have snacks and your comfort items to keep you interested. He triple checks that you have your engagement ring on and you’re nearly cackling at him for being so worried. When he estimated the trip to be a few hours, he didn’t expect it to be 3.5 hours instead.

Yet, the hotel reservations were booked and there’s no viable way to fly to the small town, so he comes to terms with the parameters of the trip.

He’s grateful that you’re actively engaging him in conversation, he needs the mental stimulation to keep himself awake. He already let you pick the playlist to soundtrack the trip which kept you even more energetic.

“So when are we hypothetically getting married?” You ask without warning. “Just in case somebody asks, which I know they will,” He can tell your voice has that little self assured tone to it which makes him smile.

“This time next year, in the summer,” He takes a quick look at you before focusing on the road again.

“Ooh, a summer wedding would be pretty,” You affirm his thoughts. “Where would it be though?”

“Where would you like it to be?” He counters and it catches you off guard. He listens to you ponder your answer with a quiet hum before speaking up.

“I love the idea of it in a garden, like either outside in a garden or in those beautiful indoor greenhouse rooms with the garden outside of it,” The hypothetical details start to build a mental image that makes him excited.

“That sounds beautiful. So it sounds like it won’t be a destination wedding?”

“Absolutely not. It’s nice in theory, but logistically it might be hard for people to get there,” Your tone is resolute, making Minghao giggle as he clutches the steering wheel.

“You’re thinking of our future guests’ well-being already, you’re so sweet,” He coos at you with a pinch to your cheek, his gaze still focused on the road ahead. You were always thinking of other people, never yourself. Even if you wanted an international wedding, you should be able to put your foot down about what you want instead of centering others.

“It’s just a nice thing to do! Besides, there are plenty of nice gardens here,” You reply softly. He wonders if you’ve mentally picked out a venue yet, if you know the ins and outs of the best gardens around the country. He wants to know more, but he decides to keep moving.

“Ok, how many people would be coming to the wedding then?” He raises his eyebrows.

“No more than 300,” The reply comes almost immediately, “I don’t think I even know 100 people,” Your voice turns slightly concerned at the thought, but he’s quick to reassure you.

“That makes sense, bigger weddings kind of become more of a spectacle than focusing on the marriage itself. It’s weird,” He shakes his head at the idea of it. To him, weddings should feel somewhat intimate, and having over 1,000 people watch you get married makes him feel a bit unsettled.

“Exactly! We’re not celebrities, just people. Please keep the fashion industry invites to a minimum,” You joke and it makes him laugh.

“Trust me, most of them would not be coming,” He rolls his eyes and repositions his hands on the wheel. As much as he likes his work, it had to be separate from his personal life as much as possible now that you worked there too. There had to be some distance, even if this wedding wouldn’t be a problem in the immediate future.

“Sounds like you'd like to be involved in wedding planning then.”

“Yes, for sure. You shouldn’t have to do that alone, it’s my wedding too,” He whines lightly at the end of the sentence and now it’s your turn to fawn over him.

“Of course, love. I can’t imagine doing it alone,” You card your fingers through his hair and he sighs gently at your touch. This kind of daydreaming makes Minghao want to propose all over again just to give you that perfect garden wedding.

He can already picture you both on your not so hypothetical wedding day, it all aligns in his brain so perfectly that it feels too good to be true. He knows he’s jumping too far into the future, but he can’t help it when you give him so much to work with. He knows the timeline in between matters as well, everything about you matters to him.

The wedding banter goes on for a bit longer until you fall asleep. That makes up the bulk of the trip, him driving with your music playing softly in the background while you’re cuddled up against the window. He prefers driving in relative silence, it gives him the space to think about everything coming within the next day.

He honestly doesn’t know how you’ll fare when you see Joshua again, considering how difficult the entire situation has been for you. Frankly, he doesn’t know how he’ll act around Joshua either knowing just how much he’s hurt you. He can only hope you choose yourself and your own feelings first.

He knows you’re a heavy sleeper, but he discovers it even more now. When someone tries to cut him off on the highway, he’s forced to honk his horn but he looks over to discover you’re still dead asleep.

The slight dips in the road and any slight swerves he makes to avoid potholes don’t disturb you much at all besides the occasional stirring in your sleep.

He eventually stops about 2 and a half hours into the journey to get gas and stretch his legs, but he’s still in good spirits overall. Somehow, the stopped car doesn’t wake you up, something he uses to his advantage.

He grabs his phone to take photos of you, angling himself in as many different ways possible to capture you. He smiles to himself as he quickly scrolls through the photos to choose a new one for his lockscreen. He still hadn’t changed it, he felt like none of his pictures captured that unspeakable feeling you give him until now.

He thinks you’re absolutely adorable, your arms are tightly crossed across your chest with your hands hidden by your hoodie sleeves. At some point before you fell asleep, you pulled the strings tight enough that your head was almost swallowed up by the fabric, to him you looked like a little egg. It was definitely picture worthy in his mind, and he was lucky enough that he got the pictures before you woke up.

“Hao? Are we there yet?” You ask him sleepily, eyes blinking open slowly.

“Not yet, darling. We’ve got another hour or so,” He rubs your thigh gently. You only nod and settle back into a comfortable position, facing your body away from Minghao towards the window.

He realizes something as he starts the car again, pulling back onto the roads to finish the last leg of the drive.

It sets in more as the sun sets on the horizon, even further when he parks the car and takes a deep breath to himself. He helps you wake up completely so you can both get your luggage out of the car. The check in process goes easily, but it’s not until you’re both in the elevator that it hits him.

He loves you.

He loves the way you always lean into his touch, how you give him the space to be himself, the subtle ways you look after him that he can’t always verbalize.

He loves that despite everything, you still love so fiercely.

He grew into his love for you, the pieces of it came together without him even realizing it. He didn’t want to admit it when Soonyoung and Chan kept telling him how head over heels he was for you, especially when he found a way to come over to your apartment almost every day just so he could see you.

He didn’t want to admit how many times he restarted the sketching process for the dress, how he held a meticulous eye over his sewing machine so that every stitch held a bit of his love for you. He wanted to make sure that all of the extra time he spent on small details would show even a fraction of his adoration for you.

He loves you and he wonders if he’ll be able to say it out loud before you go back home.

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[taetaespeaches]

“I’m not even gonna say it.”

yoongi x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.4K

a/n: Hi lovelies! As I was driving today I came across some kids who were packing up their lemonade stand and I had the thought, ‘tae would totally stop for a kid’s lemonade stand’. And then I thought, ooh fic idea! And THEN! I thought, ‘ok but what if yoongi stopped for a kid’s lemonade stand?’ so that’s what this is. Idk if kids sell lemonade in south korea like they do in the states but whatever, in this they do. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for reading :))

As a droplet of sweat dripped down the center of your back, you resisted the urge to groan in displeasure as to not give your boyfriend the satisfaction of being right. He was sitting in the driver’s seat of the car nearly bursting at the seams in anticipation of telling you off. Maybe he was onto something when he said it was way too hot outside to go to the park. Just maybe. You were able to convince him with a game of basketball and a pouty lip, but he kept giving you looks of I told you so and you refused to let him speak the words aloud.

With your eyes locked on the controls for the A/C, Yoongi was being especially slow in starting the car. What kind of menace puts himself through further discomfort just to make a point? Glancing at him, you found him staring at you with his eyebrows slightly raised.

“Nice day, huh?”

Oh shut up! You thought. I can see that sweat dripping down your forehead, Min. Evil, you mentally called him. Freak. Evil freak.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, looking out the windshield, praying he’d find the mercy to blast you with the sweet, sweet cool air.

“You’re getting better at basketball,” he mentioned, stretching his arms over his head with an old man grunt. “Even got me down to H-O-R-S once.” He was referring to the one of seven games of HORSE you played where you almost beat him.

As your skin continued heating up you knew you’d have to give in. Fuck. You hated giving him the satisfaction of being right, despite it usually being the case. “Goddammit, ok, you were right.”

“Hm?” He prodded for more, his finger hovering over the car’s start button.

“It’s too hot out here to be going to the park, please if you love me at all, press that fucking button,” you spilled out, glaring at him. “You were right, ok?”

Chuckling at you, flashing that gummy smile that you still couldn’t help but love despite it appearing as a result of your suffering, he turned the car on and flipped the A/C on while putting it on defrost as high as it would go. “Give it a minute to cool down.”

“Thank you,” you sighed in relief, knowing you would feel infinitely better very soon.

“You know what,” he started, looking at you with a smug smirk. Here it comes, you thought. I told you so. “I’m not even gonna say it.”

Scoffing in disbelief, you reached forward to feel the temperature of the air. “Sure,” you mumbled, just before gasping in excitement when you felt the cold on your palm. Before you could reach to switch it to blow directly on you, Yoongi’s fingers were doing it for you.

“I’m not, I don’t need to,” he nodded to himself. “Your desperation’s enough to satisfy my ego.” At least he’s self-aware, you thought.

“So cocky,” you groaned, shutting your eyes and leaning your head back against the headrest as you soaked in the relief of the aircon. His breathy laughter could barely be heard over the air blasting throughout the vehicle.

There was no move, no words spoken for a moment until suddenly you heard the driver side door unlatch. Opening one eye, you shot your boyfriend a skeptical look. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back,” he said, omitting any further details. Sitting up, you watched as he crawled out of the car.

“You’re seriously going back out there?” You asked, your eyes wide as you gawked at him. “You’re a masochist, aren’t you,” you determined with a nod of understanding.

“That would explain a lot,” he teased with a gummy smile, waiting for you to get the joke. That would explain a-

“Hey,” you said in offense. “I’m not that bad.”

“I’ll be right back,” he said once again before shutting the door and starting across the grassy area of the park. Cocking your head at him, you followed his moves until looking past him and finding a few kids standing at a table selling lemonade.

“Oh my god,” you whispered to yourself, immediately pouting fondly. “Min, you fucking softie,” you said lovingly. I take it back. He’s a sweet freak. The sweetest freak.

You watched him for a moment as he talked to the children and pointed to the left of him underneath a group of big shady trees. That’s when you realized the table they had set up was sitting out in the heat. Smiling at the interaction, you jumped out of the car and began jogging toward them.

Yoongi’s head snapped toward you when he heard you approach before he quickly evaded your gaze. That, however, didn’t stop you from noticing the way his lips twitched in a knowing smile. He knew you’d never let him live this down. You’d be calling him adorable for weeks solely for this reason, and you couldn’t wait to enact your payback for making you suffer in the hot car.

“Kid,” he called out, making you realize you were staring at him with a smile for the past few seconds. Looking at him with raised eyebrows, he shook his head, biting back his gummy grin. “Help us move this table under the trees.”

“Of course, Honey Boy,” you said sweetly. The man scoffed but otherwise ignored the comment. The kids gathered the lemonade and cups into their arms before you and Yoongi grabbed your respective ends of the table and lifted it. He shuffled backwards as you both moved the table underneath the trees.

“There,” Yoongi said, both of you setting the furniture down. “Stay out of the sun as much as you can, it’s too hot out here, ok?” He spoke to the kids. They nodded as they stared at Yoongi as though he was a king or some kind of superhero. Yay Super Honey Boy! You thought to yourself. No. Honey Man! You saved the day!

As they placed their materials back onto the table, Yoongi took his wallet out of his pocket. “How much is the lemonade?” When the kids all shouted overtop each other that a cup was ₩1,000, Yoongi tsked, sucking air between his teeth. “I only have ₩50,000,” he noted, the kids shoulders slumping. They knew they didn’t have change for that. “We’ll take two,” he nodded at the lemonade with a small smile as he handed one of the kids the money.

As they jumped excitedly at their excellent sale, you stared at Yoongi feeling overwhelmed by your adoration for the man. Glancing at his wallet before he put it away, you noted the several ₩1,000 bills sitting at the front of the pouch.

When Yoongi handed you your cup of lemonade, taking a sip of his own, he nodded in approval. “You should charge ₩2,000,” Yoongi advised, eliciting a quiet chuckle from you.

“He’s right, it’s really good,” you agreed. “And you guys are so cute, you should use it for your sales,” you giggled, Yoongi shaking his head as you both began walking away. “Thank you!” You called out, all of the kids excitedly thanking you and your boyfriend back, bowing politely as Yoongi gave a small wave and smile. When you got a bit further from the table you could hear them fawning over the ₩50,000 bill.

“Cute,” Yoongi mumbled, but avoided your gaze.

“Very cute,” you cooed, nudging him with your elbow.

“Don’t,” he complained, his expression pulled into a grimace, displaying his feeling of dread. It was payback time.

“You know what? I’m not even gonna say it,” you copied his words from before. Letting out a small chuckle in response to you, Yoongi then sighed. “Your adorable antics were enough to satisfy my Honey Boy Min agenda.”

“Stop it,” he whined cutely, only making you coo again. “You were hot so I got you lemonade, that’s all.”

“Mhmm,” you nodded, a massive smile spreading across your face. “That’s a lie and even if it wasn’t, you think that makes you less adorable how?”

“Kid,” he started with a huff. “Just get in the car.”

Leaning toward him, you placed a quick peck to his cheek before beaming at him. “Whatever you say, Honey Boy.”

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we could be more | dean winchester | 15

Summary: Ivonne Rainer was practically a trained killing machine. Stripped to the bone then built back up by her father in order to become one of the best, like he was. She was forced into hunting when she was nineteen, having developed powers that couldn’t be explained. That is, until she was paid a visit by Azazel’s lackey. Her powers were gone, she needed help, and that’s when she found her father’s journal. Pointing to Sam and Dean Winchester.

SERIES MASTERLIST

BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : CONTROL - HALSEY

I got the call from Dean, holding my phone to my ear. “Where is he?” 

‘I’m with him. He was covered in blood, Beanie. Down the front of his shirt… he doesn’t even know what happened.’ 

“Just… keep him calm.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “And keep an eye on him. I’m coming. Tell me where you are.” I went to the Mustang, getting in and immediately driving off. I reached the motel they were at, and the moment I saw Sam inside, I gasped. “Samuel Winchester, what have you…” I stared at the shirt, then pulled out one from my satchel. “Let’s get you changed quick, then we can retrace your footsteps.” He didn’t move, so I undid the shirt for him, slipping on the new one. I sat down beside him, and he leaned his head on my shoulder while I reached up to stroke his hair. “Hey, it’s ok, Sammy, I’ve got you.” 

Dean walked in, holding groceries. “You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan.” 

“Dean.” 

“Room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual.” 

“You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?” Sam scoffed. 

“Yeah, that’s what I mean.” 

“Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?” 

“I don't know.” 

“But you're okay, and that's what matters.” I cut in, my arm around Sam’s shoulder. “Everything else we can deal with.” 

“Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?” Sam fretted.

“Sam…” 

“Dean, what if this is what Dad warned you about?” 

“Hey, whoa, whoa, come on man, let's not jump the gun here.” Dean held out his finger. “We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?” 

“Just us, just… in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and...” 

“West Texas was a week ago.” I frowned. “Just after we were sure that the dreamwalker was gone.” 

“That’s it. Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month.“ 

“Okay. Retrace your steps.” Dean nodded. “The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so…” He pulled back the curtain, revealing a fingerprint. A bloody fingerprint. 

We were now outside the motel, looking around. “Recognise anything?” Dean asked. 

“Not really.” Sam grimaced.

“Beanie, is there any mojo you could do outside of your powers that could help?” 

“That requires my mojo, Dean, so no, sorry.” I replied as we continued walking, ending up in a parking garage.

”Wait.” Sam stopped, and we turned. “I think I was here.” 

“You remember this place?” 

“No, it just… feels… familiar.” Dean went to the first one, while I took the second. Sam pointed at the one I was going to, all of us converging around the lock. “Yeah, this one.” I pulled out a bobby pin, about to pick the lock when Sam dug in his pockets, pulling out a key. I took it, opening it and revealing a beaten up VW Beetle. Dean groaned in disgust, turning to Sam. 

“Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this.” He grimaced. 

“As if being in a focal epileptic-type episode for a straight week could enable you to steal a Rolls, Dean.” I scoffed, then opened the door of the car. There was blood on the steering wheel and the backseat, which I touched and brought up my blood-stained palm for them to see. “More blood.” Then I reached down the backseat again, pulling out a bloody knife. 

“You think I used this on someone?” Sam gulped. 

“I’m not thinking anything.” I then picked up a pack of cigarettes. “Yeah, this is getting weird. You don’t smoke.” Then Sam pulled out a receipt. 

“Gas receipt. Few towns over.”

“All right. Receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two.” Dean read out as we found the gas station he bought stuff from. “You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? 'God, this looks familiar', deja vu vibes?” Sam shook his head. “Maybe someone inside'll remember you. Come on.” I unbuttoned my flannel a bit, pulling my beanie off my head as I went inside. Something tells me that this won’t end well. 

“You. Outta here now, I'm calling the cops.” The clerk demanded. 

“You talking to him?” 

“Yeah, I’m talking to him. Jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging.“ 

“This guy?” 

“What, am I speaking Urdu?” 

Sam sighed. “Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything-“ 

“Tell your story walkin’ pal, po-po will be here in five.” He snapped, picking up the phone- 

“Wait, wait, put the phone down.” I stepped in, then pushed the boys to the door. “Sam, Dean, go wait in the car.” 

Dean frowned. “But-“ 

“Wait. In. The. Car.” They left, so then I summoned my courage and cursed my dignity when I approached the guy at the till, resting my forearms on it and turning on the old charm. “Sorry about the fuss. My brother? He has epilepsy.” 

“Does he?” The clerk seemed to buy it. “Kinda sad.” 

“I know, right? I’m trying to provide for the boys, but it’s so hard without a real man to help you, you know what I’m sayin’?” 

“Well, if you need some help, sweetheart, a date or two with me would seal the deal.” 

“Really?” I fake gasped, taking his number. “Also, uh, which way d’he go?” 

“North, Route 71.” 

“Thanks, handsome.” 

“You’re welcome, darlin’.” He pulled a packet of sweets out from the front of the counter and handed them to me, and I winked, taking them and walking off. I reached the boys, already eating the sweets. 

“And that’s how you do it, boys. Route 71, heading north.” 

“Turn here.” Sam ordered. 

“Why?” Dean frowned. 

“I don’t know how, I just know it. Turn!” Dean obliged, and we ended up at a private house with a ton of emergency lighting and cameras installed. 

“Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises.”  I clicked my tongue, then knocked on the door, but nothing happened. 

“Guys.” Sam had gone round the corner, where there was a broken window and a disabled alarm. 

“Well, police didn’t come, alarm system’s disabled.” I cleared the glass, climbing inside. There was a dead body on the floor, so I hit the lights. It was a man, and his throat was slit. Dean covered his mouth, and Sam’s eyes widened while I flickered between Sam and the body.

“I did it.” 

“We don't know that.” Dean scoffed. 

“Yes, we do. The knife, the throat, I…” 

“Ok, we need to figure out what’s going on.” I sighed. “You two, check the CCTV. I’m gonna go to the roadhouse and work with Ash and Ellen to find out what could possibly be causing this. I’m takin’ my Mustang.” I left the house, going over to a garage storage unit and getting into the Mustang, driving off. 

His hands felt like they were everywhere- 

Snap out of it, Ivy. That’s a dream. What’s happening to Sam? That’s… that’s reality.

I ended up at the roadhouse, hugging Jo tightly. “Hey, Jo.” 

“Ivvy.” She sighed, releasing me. “Are you feeling better?” 

“Yeah, but I need a beer.” I chuckled. 

“Right this way, madamoiselle.” We went inside, where Ellen was cleaning glasses. 

“Jo, I have to run some errands,” Ellen walked in, picking up her jacket, “so can I trust you to close up?” 

“Yeah, mom.” 

“I can help, Ellen.” I volunteered. 

“C’mon, Ivvy, no.” 

“I used to work here, Joanne.” I hopped behind the counter and picked up a glass and a cloth. “I know the ups and downs of being a bartendress.” 

“If you say so.” Ellen left, and Jo turned to me. “How’s Dean?” 

“Oh, you mean your one and only?” I laughed. “He’s doing just fine.” 

“And Sam?” 

“There’ve been some bumps, but overall? Fine.” I chuckled. “Who am I kidding? Things are going off the rails.” 

“That’s pretty much a guarantee.” She laughed. “I’m gonna go and restock from the warehouse a few miles down.” 

“You do that, I’ll hold the fort.” I returned to the cleaning of a tumbler when Sam walked in, and I smiled, placing the tumbler down and walking out in front of the counter. “Hey, Sammy. Can I get you anything?” 

“One beer.” He smiled, and I placed down a beer. He took off his jacket, and I saw a circular burn mark. “That looks like it hurts.” 

“Nah, I just had a run in with a hot stove.”

“Where’s Dean?” 

“Back to the motel. We got into an argument.” He scoffed, looking up at me. “Wow, you really hold a torch for him, huh?” 

“For Dean?” I frowned, looking up. No, I don’t, right? 

“I’ll take that as a yes. Cause see, Dean, he likes you, sure, but not in the way you'd want. I mean, maybe as kind of a… a little sister, you know? But -romance, that's just out of the question, he-“ He laughed, “he kind of thinks you're a schoolgirl, you know? I'm not trying to hurt you, Ivy, I -- I'm telling you 'cause I care.” 

“Thanks for the concern, but I don’t, as you say, ‘hold a torch’ for Dean.” 

“I mean it.” He put his hand on mine, caressing the back of it. “I care a lot.” 

“Yeah, we get it, Sam.” I chuckled, but then he cupped my cheek. 

“I could be more to you, Ivy.” He leaned closer, and I felt trapped between him and the counter. “You and I, we’re both special. We’re made for each other.”

“Sam, what’s gotten into you-“ He kissed me, but my hands, by instinct, pushed him away. “The hell?! You’re like my little brother, Sam, just back-back off!” 

“Ok.” He stepped back, then charged forward, shoving me against the counter. I grabbed the bottle of beer I’d drank and hit him across the head with it, mounting both of my forearms on the counter and kicking him in the stomach, and I caught my breath. “You’re gonna regret that.” 

“Make me.” I growled. 

“Challenge accepted, Beanie.” I managed to dodge a punch and throw a counter myself but then, with sudden surge of strength, he took the side of my head and slammed it against the counter. I fell onto the floor, my head rolling to see him approaching me and lifting me into his arms just as everything went black. 

Jo walked on once Sam had left, and stared at the scene. She instantly picked up her phone, dialling someone. “Dean?! Yeah, it’s Jo. It’s Ivy. Ivy’s been taken.”

I woke up, feeling my torso restricted. Music was playing in the background, and Sam was fastening me to a pole. “The hell? What’s going on?” 

“How much do you know about your dad’s death, Ivy?” Sam asked, and I struggled for a moment, testing the waters. 

“You’re not Sam.” I snapped. 

“Don’t be so sure, sweetheart. Answer the question.“ I didn’t say anything, so Sam sighed, sitting down in front of me. His expression changed to one of concern, and he took out a knife, stroking it lightly against my face. “Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question.” 

“Fine.” 

“Fine.”

”My dad and his hunter friends were at the Allegheny forest in Pennsylvania, at least that’s what I knew after the body was found. Everyone was attacked, found dead in different gruesome ways. My dad happened to be the one with his heart carved out. That’s all I know.” I stalled, fiddling with the rope while also keeping it as tight as possible to avoid being caught.

“There were survivors.” He smirked. “John Winchester was part of that group. He was there, and he was the only one who escaped. Because he didn’t stop the father of an unborn child, Mick, from going in to save his comrades. John escaped unscathed, while your dad paid the price. Dead for eight years while his daughter suffered. Then he had the conscience to go after him, but got knocked out. Next thing he knows, he’s kneeling over Michael Rainer’s dead body, holding the knife that did it, dripping with blood.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“My daddy carved your daddy’s heart out…” He sang.

”Tell me you’re lying, whoever you are.” I ordered through gritted teeth.

”I must not tell lies.” 

“If you aren’t, how do you know that?” 

“I hear things.” 

“Why are you doing this, then?” 

“Because we’re all connected. You, me, Dean. We’re both special, especially after little Carter was sacrificed for you. Call it fate, the fact that my dad killed yours.” 

“I’m gonna kill you.” 

“I’d like to see you try.” He chuckled. “Besides, you’re bait.” 

“Son of a-“ I dropped the rope, having undone it, and took Sam by the neck. I shoved him against the wall, but he just laughed. Dean burst in, holding up his gun, but then Sam turned the tables, spinning me around and holding his knife to my neck. 

“I begged you to stop me, Dean.” He cried. 

“Put the knife down, dammit.” Dean begged. 

“I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me.” He spread his arms, “Shoot me!” 

“No, Sammy, come on.” Dean shot me a look for help, then turned away. 

“What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Ivy die?” 

Then Dean turned around, flinging holy water at Sam, who hissed and stepped back. “That’s holy water, you demonic son of a-“ I punched Sam, pulling out my gun and shooting Sam in the foot. 

“I’m not opposed to pulling the trigger.” I snarled. I then ran back to Dean, who gave me a quick check. Sam turned around, and his eyes were black, so I took the bottle from Dean and flung some more at him. Sam yelled out, then burst through the window. Dean and I sprung after him, me climbing through the window first and landing lightly. We stalked through the warehouse, looking out carefully.  “So who are you?” 

“I’ve got lots of names.” Sam chuckled. 

“You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?” Dean yelled. 

“You shoulda seen your face when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic.” 

“Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances.” 

“Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now.” 

“Well, I hope you got your kicks. 'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that.” 

“How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother.” I pulled out the flask of holy water, creeping towards the voice. “See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. One look at Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door.” I heard footsteps, and then silence. I dialled Dean, cursing under my breath-

‘This is Dean. Leave a message.’ I ran outside and called again, looking around, but then I heard a muffled ring, from under the water.

“DEAN!” I yelled, cutting the call as I sprinted down to the dock. Someone was lying face down, and I immediately knew who it was. “Dean! My god…” I knelt down by him, turning him to his side. He woke up with a groan, coughing, but I steadied him. “Take it easy.” 

“Where’s Sam?” He whispered. 

“I don’t know. Now, c’mon, we need to get you to a safe place.”

I was cleaning Dean’s bullet wound, heavily dousing the cloth with the rubbing alcohol before wiping away the blood. He hissed, pulling his shoulder away, but I grabbed it and kept it there. “Keep still.”

”It hurts.”

“Get a helmet.” I retorted. “And sip some whiskey, this next part’s gonna hurt.”

”I think I’ll be fine, Beanie.” 

“Your funeral.” I picked up some tweezers and started digging for the bullet, making him grip the counter in pain. He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning loudly in pain. “Don’t be a baby.” 

“God, it hurts!” 

“Do you want some armour to go with that helmet?” I pulled out the bullet, dropping it into a glass of clear alcohol. “There.” 

“You’re a butcher.” 

“I’m a realist.” I smiled, turning to get the gauze. 

“Are we done?” 

“D’you wanna bleed to death?” I started patching the wound up, cutting the tape with my teeth and securing the gauze. “Hey, Dean?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Was your dad ever in Pennsylvania, around eight years ago?” 

“Yeah, he was, why?” He saw my face, then his eyes widened. “What did that demon tell you?” 

“That your dad was there when the hunters were attacked. He knew that my dad wouldn’t survive and let him go in. But, when his guilt got the better of him, he goes in, gets knocked out and when he wakes up, he’s kneeling by Mick Rainer’s dead body and he’s holding the knife that cut my father’s heart out.” 

“How d’you know that thing wasn’t lying?”

”Demons lie unless it comes to something that’ll really mess with your brain.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “That messed with my brain. I didn’t even hesitate to shoot Sam-“ 

“In the foot, so you have some self-control.” Dean vouched. “Plus, you promised that you’d be the one to pull the trigger.” 

“I never thought I’d actually have to pull it, Dean. At least, not yet.” I then pinched the bridge of my nose. “What if I’m going insane-“ 

“Don’t say that, Beanie, don’t you say that.” He made me face him, his face set determinedly. “You’re the most straightforward person I know.. you keep Sam and I straight, not the other way around. Ain’t no way in hell that you’re going insane.” 

“Well, in that case, I’m going to call Bobby. Knowing the demon in Sam, it’s going after the next closest person to us for bait.” I left Bobby a message, then turned back to Dean. “Rest for the night. Sam’s gonna lay low before getting to Bobby’s house in the morning, and you need to rest your shoulder.” 

“Beanie, you got kidnapped today.” Dean frowned. “Normally ladies are more in shock.” 

“Nothing I can’t handle.” I shrugged. 

“Yeah, cause you’re not like other ladies.” 

“I am like other ladies.” I smirked. “If all women learnt how to shoot guns, fight and kill demons and other creatures, then I’d be an ordinary Jane. And, to the outside, unsuspecting world, that’s what I am. Unless you count the Fed’s database, in which I’m a wanted criminal.” 

“Alright, you’ve made your point.” 

“Thank you.”

Bobby had Sam tied up and in a devil’s trap, and I was ready. I smacked Sam, waking him up. 

“Hey!” Dean snapped. Sam looked up to the Devil’s trap, then back at Dean. 

“Dean. Back from the dead.” Sam chuckled. “Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach.”

”How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?” 

“Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging.” 

“Don’t you worry.” I smiled, holding a bucket. “Won’t hurt Sam. You, however…” I flung the holy water on Sam, making him yell out in pain. “you’re a whole other story. Feel like talking now?” 

“Sam’s still my meat puppet.” Sam snarled. “I’ll make him bite off his tongue.” 

“You won’t be in him long enough.” I started chanting in Latin. “Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio...” 

“Whatever errand boy master plan you’ve got going, you aren’t gonna have Sam.” Dean boasted while I performed the exorcism. “You understand me? 'Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first.” 

Sam struggled for a moment, then stopped and laughed maniacally. I stopped short in surprise. “You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan.” He scoffed, and I continued reading. 

“Humiliares sub potente magnu dei-“ 

“Oops.” He grinned. “Doesn’t seem to be working on me. See, I learned a few new tricks. Spiritus in mundus, un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram, domine ...” The fireplace ignited and the room started to shake, and my eyes landed on the burn mark on Sam’s arm. 

“I recognise it!” I yelled. “The burn mark, it’s a binding link! He’s locked himself in Sam’s body!” 

“What the hell do we do?” Dean fretted. 

“I don’t know!”  The walls and ceiling began to crack, and within seconds, the circle was broken. Sam lowered his head, smirking. 

“There.” He chuckled. “That's better.” He moved his head to the side, and Bobby flew into the wall. Then he jerked his head right, and Dean flew into the other. I raised my gun, but I was sent into the wall at the end. He stood up, walking over to me. “I never thought I’d get to meet the daughter of my personal friend, Michael Rainer. Thank my lucky stars. You see, hell is exactly as advertised. It’s hell. And, to my misfortune, your two buddy boys sent me back.” 

“Meg.” Dean snarled. 

“I’m Sam now.” He retorted. “I’ve heard of your little rune predicament, Rainer, and if you were on my side, I’d have considered helping you to get them back. But obviously not, because one doesn’t like the barrel of a gun being pointed at their head.” He flicked his hand, and my head banged against the wall then he let me go, and I fell limp as he walked over to Dean, putting his thumb on Dean’s wound and pressing hard. “By the way. I saw your Dad there - he says ‘howdy.” He pressed harder, making Dean push at his hand to get him off.. “All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect.” Sam wrenched Dean’s hand away like he was brushing off a speck of dust. My eyes landed on the iron poker by the fire, and I groaned, my arms shaking as I pushed myself up. “But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down... you know that you can't save your brother. Then there’s your precious Ivy, who you know you can’t save. They'd have been better off without you. All of them-“ I grabbed the poker, ignoring the burn stinging my hand and pressed it hard against the binding mark, gritting my teeth to remove a bit of the pain. Black smoke poured from Sam’s mouth as he yelled in pain,  and he collapsed next to Dean, grabbing his arm. 

“Sammy?” Dean groaned. 

“Did I miss anything?” He panted, but then Dean reared up and punched Sam, who held his cheek in confusion. I checked the swelling burn on my hand, which was a strip that went along the expanse of my palm. 

“That’s one way to check.” I sighed, breathing heavily. “You okay, Bobby?” 

“I’m ok.” Bobby nodded. 

“Good. You two, in the car. Sam, you’re driving.” As we walked to the car, I passed the boys some charms. 

“What are these?” Dean frowned. 

“Charms. To protect you from basic demonic possession.” 

“Neat.” Sam smiled, pocketing his. 

“You boys will be the death of me.” 

“Hey.” Dean smirked. “Knife to the jugular.”

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[asena-graywolf]

Babysitting

You both were very tired. You’re heavy sleeper and the sound of baby crying coming from near you sounded like a humming to you at first, but soon woke you from your sleep.

You tried to wake up mumbling, but you felt a hand on your shoulder

"Sleep please. I'll look after her"

Your husband's sleepy voice echoed in your ears. You were still drowsy and not fully sensitive to what was going on around you.

You have returned to your sleep. Aone got out of bed and turned on the lamp by the crib.

"What happened? Are you hungry? Let's feed this cute baby girl"

Aone's sweet voice stopped the little baby's crying and apparently was enough to calm him down.

*flashback*

When you got married, you wanted to have a baby. But you didn't plan it to happen this early.

While you were preparing breakfast for Aone, the sharp smell of the tomato paste you put in the pan first invaded your nostrils and then your lungs. Immediately afterwards you felt a sharp nausea in your stomach.

Was the sauce spoiled? Or was your stomach sensitive?

Aone saw your grimace and came over to you.

"Are you ok?"

“Sauce…it smells awful. Do you think it's spoilt?"

Aone took the jar from the counter and held it up to her nose to sniff.

"No. It looks pretty good”

You covered your mouth with your hand and ran straight to the bathroom

“Y/n? What happened?"

As soon as you entered the bathroom, you locked the door behind you and bent over the toilet and gagged. Aone was knocking on the door anxiously.

“What's wrong? Are you sick?"

You flushed after vomiting. As you watched the scrambled food spill into the sewers, it occurred to you that you might be pregnant.

You didn't think it highly likely. Because you have never neglected protection. Even though Aone has used a condom, you’re not used to forget take your birth control pill after sex

But unfortunately, your contraceptive methods did not contribute 100% to your protection and the situation resulted in a surprise pregnancy.

"Don’t come in!" you called to Aone from inside

Just in case, you pulled the pregnancy test you took out of the bathroom cabinet. After taking the test, you waited for the result

A few minutes passed. With no word from you, Aone was on the verge of going mad with anxiety.

“Y/n, you worry me. Could you please open that door?"

You looked at the test in your hand and saw that it gave a positive result. Your eyes filled with tears, you had a second life in you. You were feeling irresponsible towards yourself and you were not ready to be a mother yet.

What would Aone say to this situation? Would he be happy? Or would he be surprised? Or, in the worst case scenario, would she want you to have an abortion?

Your husband wasn't so selfish and cruel as to ask you to have an abortion. That's why you didn't think much of a result like this.

You opened the door without worrying Aone any further. Noticing that your face was turning white, he gripped your chin with his thick fingers and aligned your gaze with his own. There was no way to hide the tears that had accumulated in his eyes.

“Your are faded. Just a second! Did you cry?"

“Aone…” you said timidly and handed her the positive pregnancy test.

He almost fainted when he saw the positive pregnancy test she took from you.

“God! How can this be?” was all he could say.

You wrapped your arms around Aone's waist, rested your head on his chest, and began to sob.

You both fell to your knees. Aone patted your back with one hand to calm you down, while the other was stroking your head and back.

“I am not ready for this! What should are we to do, Aone?”

"Don't worry. You're not alone. We will take care of this child together. He's part of both of us" and kissed you on the top of your head.

You lifted your head and looked at him with teary eyes

"Are you serious?" You said sobbing

He nodded his head yes. He lowered his hand to your crotch and caressed your womb covered by your skirt.

“He is my little turtle. Please don't tell me you're thinking of slaughtering our baby."

“Aone, I thought…”

You averted your eyes. Aone realized what was on her mind

“What did you think y/n? That I want you to abort this child who died from my own life?”

"I thought maybe you didn't feel ready like me"

"Don’t nonsense!! Please don't cry anymore. This baby is our miracle," he said, wiping the tears on your cheeks.

With Aone's encouragement, you decided to have your baby. In the first months, you had intense nausea. The day you went to find out its gender, you had your baby's first ultrasound image. 20 weeks later you would have a beautiful baby girl

Throughout your pregnancy, Aone has always cared for you. He fed you very well. He didn't miss anything, he.

Your belly was growing day by day. You could feel the baby's movements inside you. You were letting Aone touch your belly so she could feel the baby too

You've been in a lot of pain one evening in the last few weeks. You were getting terrible cramps in your groin area. Aone rushed you to the hospital, worried that your labor was about to start.

They detected that the birth had started and immediately took you to the birth. Aone did not stop supporting you from the beginning of the birth until the moment you heard the sound of your baby crying. He grabbed your hand as you strained and stroked your head repeatedly to encourage you.

When you saw your baby for the first time, you were dizzy with your beauty. He got his white hair from Aone, e/c his eyes from you

That's how your excitement of being a first-time parent was etched in both of your memories.

*flashback ending*

The moment Aone took her in his arms, she fell silent. He went to the kitchen with her and tried to keep her calm so she wouldn't cry again.

"Yes. Let's see what's there to feed you?"

He opened the refrigerator door. You had stockpiled your own milk in small bottles for emergencies.

“Oh look! Here is your milk. Let's warm it up. Now you just sit here quietly until I warm this up."

He gently sat the baby in the chair. He put the milk in the bottle into the bottle and warmed it. He tapped it on the inside of his arm to see if it was at the right temperature. The temperature of the milk was normal and the baby could drink it.

He took the baby from his highchair and started to drink the milk with a bottle.

“Here you go, my cute baby. Good girl”

After the baby was full, she wanted to hug him again and take him around the house. He took it to your balcony with pimapen, which was full of flowers and pots. He showed the turtle inside the glass box to the baby

“Look honey, this is your brother Kame. Come on say hello to him"

The baby tried to reach for the turtle with his small hands.

"She loves you too, Kame," he said then

She walked around the house until the baby had calmed down and was ready to go back to sleep and showed him everything he could

His small head fell on Aone's shoulder. Feeling the weight on his shoulder, he returned to your shared bedroom and gently placed the baby in her crib. He caressed his daughter's chubby cheeks with his big fingers.

“Sweet dreams my little one”

He hadn't noticed you were awake and was startled when he felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Aone. You are a great father. I'm sorry for being selfish and prejudiced when I got pregnant. Believe me, it was not a shame for me to carry the child of a person like you.”

He put his arm around your shoulder. He placed a kiss on your forehead

“I should have understood his feelings at that moment. I'm sorry for that. I knew she wasn't ashamed when she found out she was pregnant with my child. You don't need to explain that again.”

“Actually, I have to admit that I dreamed we were both waking up and looking at our baby”

“Your dreams have come true. From now on, we will wake up in turn and take care of our little baby.”

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[michelleleewise]

Okayyyyy I am probably being greedy with these requests, but if this so moves you, I would appreciate it since it is definitely a more specific, personal request.

I have a pain disorder type thing so when I overwork myself, I get very stiff, have issues walking, sometimes falling. Would love Loki learning about this (maybe an admin/average type person vs an avenger) and caring for reader. Obviously obsessively worrying because that is what I love as you know.

Thanks, Unicorn <3

You are never greedy with your requests and I love them all!!!! I hope I you like this, I had to do some research as well....so I hope it turns out like you wanted!!!! And thanks so much for trusting me with it!!! Here we go........💚💚💚💚💚

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Always

Pairing: Loki x reader

Warnings: mentions of pain disorder, mild depression, stress, very mild anxiety, Loki being over protective, slight angst, lots of fluff and comfort

Summary: you've dealt with the pain your whole life, the stiffness, the irritation. Meeting Loki changes everything......

You finished sweeping up the hair from your last client, getting ready for your next when your knee buckled. Grabbing the chair to steady yourself you took deep breaths as pain shot through your knee. Usually you could keep in under control, manageable, but somedays when you pushed yourself harder then usual you paid for it. You sat in the chair, pulling out your surplus of pain killers, downing them with some coffee as you tried to stretch your leg out.

"Darling, are you ready for lunch?" You heard, seeing your boyfriend come in "Oh, Loki was that today?" You asked starting to get up. "Yes, did you forget?" He asked "no, not at all I just, I may have overbooked my appointments today." You said gingerly putting weight on your knee, wincing at the pain. "What is wrong, are you hurt?" He asked watching you "no, well yes but it's normal." You said looking up at his confused expression.

"I have fibromyalga. It's not a big deal really, some days are just worse then others." You said leaning on the chair. "How many more appointments do you have?" He asked "umm I'm not sure, ten I think?" You said as his eyes widened. "You cannot work yourself like that in this condition." He said grabbing your hand to steady you. "Love, I don't have a choice, people need their hair cut." You said holding onto him. "Can no one else help them?" He asked "everyone else is booked, so that leaves me." You said.

"Then I'm staying until your done, and you will not tell me otherwise." He said holding his finger up making you laugh. "Ok ok go sit over there." You smiled as your next client came in. You got them settled, seeing Loki on his phone in the corner, you knew Tony had shown him how to use it, you just weren't sure what he was doing. The day continued on, clients coming and going as you felt his stare boring into you, turning to see him watching you then looking at his phone again.

You looked at your appointment book "Just two more." You sighed to yourself as you tried to stretch your back out, rubbing your neck as Loki came over. "How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" He asked gently rubbing your shoulders. "God that feels good." You sighed relaxing into his touch. You turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck "I really adore you, did you know?" You asked smiling "I may have had a hint." He smiled back, leaning down pecking your lips.

"So, when are you gonna let me do your hair?" You asked wrapping a lock around your finger "that would be never darling." He laughed as you slapped his chest. "Rude, I'm the best." You said sticking your nose up. "You do work magic darling, but I have never allowed anyone to cut my hair." He smiled. "I'll wear you down laufeyson, you just wait." You winked as you walked to your chair, getting ready for your next client.

You remember the day you met Loki, Thor had come in looking for a decent haircut, and you were the only available stylist. You walked over to grab him, seeing the two standing together, they reminded you of night and day. "Hi, I'm y/n, I'll be doing your hair today." You held your hand out "I'm Thor, this is my brother Loki." He smiled "well hello, do I get to do your hair too?" You asked, seeing his beautiful black locks "no, you will not." He said sternly "ooook, well this way." You ushered them over, sitting Thor in the chair, Loki in the one next to you.

"Did you cut your hair with a lawnmower?" You asked, hearing Loki laugh. "No, it was some crazy old man, can you fix it?" He asked "I'll do my best." You smiled. You stared as his head, walking around him studying how his hair grew, taking in every detail. "Can we hurry this up?" You heard Loki "you can't rush perfection." You winked as you grabbed your scissors. You finished him up, hearing him praise your work as you smiled. "Let me know if you change your mind, I'd love to get my hands in that hair." You said winking at Loki, seeing him blush. He had been coming back since.

You finished the last of your clients, putting your things away as Loki came over "Are you ready love?" He asked. "Yes, let's go." You sighed as you tried to stretch your legs out one by one. "Are you ok? I can carry you." He said watching you "no, I'm ok." You smiled grabbing his arm. You made it back to your apartment as you slowly sat on the couch, screwing your eyes shut as pain coursed through your legs and hips.

"Why have you not told me of your condition sooner?" He asked sitting next to you handing you a glass of water. "Because, there's not much I can do about it. Most days it's fine, others...." you started "are worse." He finished as you looked at him. "While you finished working, I looked up your condition, you overworked yourself today." He said sternly looking at you. "I know, it's just, I love what I do so much, and when I can't..." you trailed off, feeling a tear stream down your cheek as he wiped it away "You need to take care of yourself, I read about things that can help you, and I intend to do whatever I can to make things easier for you" He said pulling his phone out.

"First off, no more junk food, fruit and vegetables, I will go shopping tomorrow, also that stuff you eat for lunch, McDonald's? No more, I will pack lunches for you. And I insist you drink more water." He said scrolling down his phone "y....you looked all that up?" You asked looking at him. "Of course I did, I want to take care of you love." He smiled cupping your cheek. "No one's done that before." You smiled "i will always take care of you love, and if your good, I may consider letting you trim my hair." He smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck "how did i get so lucky?" You asked, burying your face in his neck. "I am the lucky one." He said hugging you back.

"Now, I am going to run you a bath, and when your done I'm going to give you a massage." He said pulling back looking at you. "Yes sir, whatever you say." You smiled. "Good girl, and tomorrow we'll sit down and go over your work schedule, I don't want you over doing it. And I'll do everything I can to help you." He said starting to get up. "Loki...." you whispered grabbing his hand "what is it love?" He asked sitting back down. "Thank you, for everything, and being there for me." You whispered looking down. "I will always be here for you, no matter what." He said squeezing your hand.

You watched him walk into the bathroom, starting your bath as he came out, kneeling down taking your shoes and socks off. "Come love, let's get you loosened up." He said holding his hands out as he helped you up. "Do you wish me to carry you?" He asked "no, I think I got it." You said as you felt the pain shooting through your hips sighing. You slowly started walking as your knee tried to buckle again, Loki rushing to grab you "Are you sure?" He asked. "Yes, thank you dear but I need to try to do it." You shot him a smile as he grabbed your hand to give you more support.

You laced your fingers with his, looking into his beautiful eyes as he smiled at you. You could climb a mountain as long as you had Loki by your side....

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