#ALSO ARE YOU THE ANON THAT GAVE ME ADVICE WHEN I WAS LIGHT HEADED YOU ARE GIVING ME THE SAME VIBES

[edith-is-a-cat]

edie…is it not time to sleep? I worry about your sleep schedule (or lack thereof)

who are you and why are you worrying about me I DIDN'T REALLY MEAN TO BE FULLY AWAKE AT 2am IM JUST BUILDING A MUSIC BOX PIANO THING

[deepestnightcolor]

Oml I love your writing, I just binged all the Sam fics! I saw you take requests for Harvey 👀 any chance for a “confidential check up?”

Hello, dear anon!~ Thank you so much for both the compliment and request. This was my first time writing a full-blown Harvey fic - and I hope I did suffice :D

Thanks for your request, and thank you so much for your time and love! <3

ᴀ/ɴ: as I said, this is my first time writing a Harvey fic and I am still sick, so I hope it will suffice!!

PS: I hid two Easter eggs this time. >:)

PPS: maybe 2,5, one being a slight nod at @sashiavi >:))

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!eader

ᴡᴄ: 4194 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: medical misconduct, unprotected sex, light nipple play, seductive reader, Harvey's a little insecure.

☾ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ, ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏ ☽

A secret that you'd never share? Simple and carnal, your secret was. Primitive, even. You had only made the appointment with Doctor Harvey to finally wrap the man around your finger.

You had tried it fair and square at first, you seriously had! Coming by whenever he had time, bringing him little gifts you were sure he'd like; trying to engage him in conversation.

However, Harvey always seemed so busy, so professional. Telling you to take care and stay healthy and giving you advice on how you achieve just that. Always looking out for you, always gentle in his words and behavior. And by Yoba, it made you want to break him even more.

Also, what better way was there to implement your plan than to catch the little lamb where it felt the safest and most confident? Of course, it was a little unfair, pretending you needed his help and skills to treat an injury, but then again you did. Just not in the way Harvey would expect. He had loads of chances to get the hint, but nothing had worked. Not even when you had fished out the shortest skirt possible out of your closet and wore it with a top that left barely anything to one's imagination, accidentally falling on your knees right in front of Harvey, showing off those lace panties of yours. No, that hadn't worked either. Harvey had let out a gasp that made you believe you had finally done something to him, just to rush to your side and ask if you were okay. If you needed help, if you were dizzy. Fuck did you want to cry out that you were dizzy for him, his touch. Instead, you gave him a sweet smile, fluttering your lashes at him as you told him no, you were fine. But thank you so much, Harvey!

You had scrambled to your feet and made your way back to the farm with your head hanging, and that was the point you decided it would probably need to be all or nothing.

“So, what brings you here today? Maru only noted that you requested to see me. I hope you didn't hurt yourself?” Harvey asked, scooting closer on his rolling chair. You were already propped up on the table, smiling sweetly at Harvey.

You had picked out an excellent outfit for the day, if you were allowed to say so. A blouse that was easy to open up and discard, and a skirt that seemed modest enough yet was nothing but of the mere purpose of covering up your lack of panties. And you were hurting. Terribly so, even. For him.

“Nono, Doc. I just, you know. I've been feeling some kind of way. Under the weather, you might say.” You leaned forward a bit now, running your fingers through your hair before twirling a strand around your finger. You were met with a pair of green-brown eyes, so full of consideration and empathy. It made you want to just sit on his face and make him spill all of his care onto your sweet pussy until you could feel it in every part of your body.

“I see! And how does that show? Do you have a headache? Do you feel more tired than usual?”

So sweet and caring, Doctor Harvey. Too cute to not bite.

You let out a sigh as if you were contemplating, biting around on your lower lip. “No, that's not it. I don't know how to describe it, it's…embarrassing.”

The doctor looked up at you again, putting away his notepad now. He gave you a sweet, genuine smile. A hand landed on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"There’s absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. This is a safe, confidential space; nothing will leave these walls.”

Go on, little lamb. Step right into the trap.

You leaned back a bit, pushing out your chest now. “Well, it's my chest. It's been so…so tender lately.”

A hum. That's all you got. A hum. Or so you thought. Because if you looked closely, you could see more. His moustache was twitching as his eyes flickered down to your breasts. Harvey was a professional, though. He quickly cleared his throat, nodding at you.

“Alright, I will glad- I would be happy- let's take a look, shall we?”

It took a lot from you to not break out in a grin; having the man break out in a stutter like that? It definitely was a step forward.

“Yes, please.” You needed to pretend to be innocent now - you didn't want to scare him away, after all.

Your fingers were quick to unbutton your shirt and your upper body was already bare before the doctor could even properly turn back to you. For a moment, his motions seemingly stuttered to a halt, his hands still clasped together from rubbing the disinfectant on them.

His moustache twitched again as he approached you, taking a seat on the chair again.

“Alright, my hands might be a little cold from the disinfectant, but I should be quick.”

Fuck, you hoped that he wouldn't be. You gave him a nod and what you hoped to be a shy smile, pushing your chest towards him a little.

And then, finally…Fucking finally you felt tender fingers on the soft skin of your breasts. It left you breathless for a moment, helpless as he traced the curves of your tits so expertly.

The moan falling from your lips really wasn't an accident, but Harvey, dear sweet Harvey, decided to let you off the hook. Ever the gentleman, wasn't he?

“Did that hurt?” He asked, his eyes flickering up to you, gently squeezing the flesh again. This time you looked straight into his eyes as you moaned, licking your lips. “No, it just…tingles,” you grinned, eyes following Harvey's dropping hands with dismay. 

“Well, I did not find any lumps or irritations that could explain the tenderness. Did any lifestyle changes happen? Or perhaps a new medication?” 

Pretending to be thinking, you swung your legs back and forth. One of your feet got in contact with his shin, slowly tracing upwards only to slide down again.

The man’s face was stoic, eyes trained on your face with a stern look. 

Yet again, the twitching of his moustache betrayed him.

The thought that you hadn't responded yet reeled you in a little: “No…Well. Maybe kind of? You know…I've been having, well. Thoughts about someone. Thoughts about them touching me, wanting me,” you began, your foot wandering to his knee.

“Could that be it?”

A blush had spread on his cheeks now, and Yoba did you love to see it. He picked up the notepad and quickly jotted something down, then nodded.

“I assume that could be it-”

“And what do I do about it, Doctor? It hurts, after all.”

Immediately, his attention is  back on you completely. “Hurts? Where?”

A vague pointing to your body made Harvey's hand reach out, touching your stomach. “Here?”

You shook your head, letting your foot wander down again. “Lower.”

His brows furrowed now and he let his hand slide towards your abdomen. “Here? Are they cramps?”

Again, you shook your head.

“Lower.”

He was hesitating now, looking up at you with an uncertainty you had never seen before, and it felt like another small victory.

“Could you…uh. Point me to where it hurts?”

Click - the trap was snapping shut.

It didn't need many words; you opened up your legs without an ounce of hesitation, revealing your cunt, all wet and ready for the doctor. “There.”

Harvey swallowed thickly, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to find the words. Words that wouldn't have him lose his license. It wasn't like he hadn't seen genitals before - much more than one would expect from a small town like this - and he had never been affected. So why was his throat dry now? Why was his heart pounding like this?

“It's getting like this whenever I see handsome men like you, what could that be?”

“It’s getting like…what?” by now he was thankful that he was able to get some words out with his head feeling as light as it did right now.

“I dunno…wet?”

His eyes went straight back to your pussy, staring at it. You were wet. And you looked delicious. But he was a doctor. A professional. He had done so much to be where he was right now!

“Oh! That…uh. That…it- well. It stems from attraction. It's so..so sexual intercourse can happen more easily, you see. All natural. There's no need to worry at all.”

He was pulling back, this damn professional. Even though you could see that you were getting to him. “But…isn't there a remedy?”

Harvey wanted to just sink into the ground. His head still felt light, and he could feel his pants tighten - he had been mesmerized by you ever since you had introduced yourself. And of course, he had noticed your attempts to catch his attention - he wasn't stupid, after all. Yet Harvey had promised himself. Promised himself to not get too involved anymore. And now you were here. Exposed, and seemingly ready for him. So close but- he had to be strong. Be a doctor.

“Well, for one…You could do some self-care. Masturbation is quite healthy for the human body and mind.”

Like hell he'd recommend you to have sex with someone else, not even someone like him could be so professional. You called him handsome after all, for crying out loud!

“Oh! And…how does that work?” 

Your patience was running thin now, but you felt like you were so close to having him where you wanted him, despite him being so oblivious. His face was motionless now as he stared at you, Adam's apple bobbing up and down. He was obviously looking for words.

“I-”

“Come on, Doctor Harvey. You're supposed to help me, aren't you?” You cooed, interrupting the clouding thoughts before they could really rain on him.

“But- that is the thing. I am your Doctor-”

You didn't answer him right away, your hand wandering to your clit first, giving it a gentle flick.

“And what if you prescribed yourself to be my remedy? I think you're the only thing that can help me,” you moaned.

The groan coming from his direction certainly wasn't professional anymore. A hand, now warmer than before, settled on your thigh. “You said it hurts here?” 

Before you could look where his finger was pointing you could feel the pad of it trace through your wet folds. 

“Exactly,” you breathed, spreading your legs a little further. 

“I can't see much,” he murmured, his cock twitching painfully in his pants. “I'd need to clean you up first before I run some more tests...is that okay with you?”

The bobbing of your head was enough for Harvey to finally break down.

He leaned forward faster than he would have guessed from himself, his fingers spreading your folds, and by Yoba, you were wet. All the more reason to examine you closely, wasn’t it? Keeping you healthy wasn’t bad, after all. It was his job. And if that was what it took, he would oblige – for the sake of medicine, of course. Not because of his throbbing cock and the desperate need to taste you on his tongue; not because he was salivating from the thought alone.

His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth, a sliver of hesitation lingering in the air. He could see your hole contract when you thought him close, he could see the shivers making the muscles of your thighs twitch whenever his hot breath hit the wetness of your cunt, and yet…wasn’t this wrong? Had he somehow taken advantage of you?

“Harvey, fuck, please?” A small rock of your hips followed your words. Urging him closer. He could smell you now, and holy life, did you smell good. Lured him right into taking a deep whiff, as if he didn’t know he would get drunk on you immediately. Yet he did know and he willingly took another deep inhale. The impatient whine above him caused his eyes to flicker up to your face. You looked down at him, your lower lip tugged between your sets of pearly whites. No words needed to be spoken, and yet Harvey still followed your order.

His tongue slowly slipped out of his mouth; eyes glued to your face. He wanted to see how you would react to that first contact, wanted to see if you felt as hot as he did right now. His pants were really straining against his aching erection, his zipper pressing against the shaft through his boxers. He was pretty sure those were wet too by now, with all the pre-cum he had been leaking. He finally pressed the muscle against your entrance, licking a flat, thick line upwards. And he took his time doing it; so much so that it had your toes curl and your thighs close in around his head. The brunet was quick to react, though, one hand holding your leg open, while the other busied itself with spreading open your pussy for his hungry tongue. His licking had become faster now, but precise enough to avoid your clit. He was, after all, only cleaning you up now, wasn’t he? Still, that didn’t mean that his hot tongue licking up whatever you gave him didn’t make you moan for him. How long had you been thinking about this? Having Harvey between your legs, in any which way he would have offered? Too long. And now he finally had his head buried between your thighs, licking and sucking you up like a starved man offered a meal after ages of going hungry. His tongue licked up and down, from one side to the other, but he still ignored your hardening clit with apparently the same professionalism he had ignored your advances before.

He gave your lips a light suck, then sunk his tongue deep inside of you. A groan left his glistening lips, eyes shut tight while he lapped at your walls eagerly, trying to get as much of you as possible into his mouth. “Harvey, oh fuck, right there,” you breathed, hand flying in his hair to hold onto the strands between your fingers tightly, giving a tug that was harder than you had intended it to be. But that only seemed to spur the male on more, his face burying deeper, tongue and lips working in unison now. And by Yoba, he had never tasted anything this good; so sweet, so…you; and you were addictive.

Your hips bucked upwards for him, if to grant him easier access or just because you couldn’t keep them down anymore, you didn’t know. You didn’t really care, either. Harvey’s moustache rubbed against you in a way that made your head spin, his lips sucking on you while he circled his tongue within you made your whole body tense. Even when pussy-drunk he seemed incredibly precise, knowing just where to brush past, when to suck and when to lick.

 You weren’t able to do much anymore, just hold onto his hair and wait for the sweet, sweet release to wash over you and in turn, Harvey’s tongue.

It was close; you could feel it in the ripple down your spine, in the way you clenched around him, you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, too. You were dangerously close to the edge, and one well-placed flick would push you over. You were ready for it; the string of moans that left your lips were dirty, raw, carrying all the words you couldn’t form anymore.

You awaited the feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, not to suddenly feel empty and cold after being engulfed in the warmth of his mouth. But Harvey was standing now, his face wet and his glasses fogged up from the heat that had reached the cool surface, and yet you knew that he was staring right at you. You opened your mouth, but you didn’t trust your vocal cords just yet, so all you did was letting out a confused hum, to which the brunet in front of you smiled.

“You are all clean now- I believe you are ready for further tests.”

Fuck, you were. More than that. By now, you really felt an ache in your body, and the only remedy was there, right in front of you, fumbling with the buttons of his pants. His hands were shaking, enough so for you to lean forward, popping the button open for him. The doctor let out an awkward laugh, moustache twitching from the embarrassed rumble that went through him. “Sorry,” he whispered but quickly switched gears when you pressed a kiss to his lips. The taste of you mixed with his spit made you whimper, the appetite for him only growing within you. You wanted to help him tug down his boxers as well, but instead of fabric, you were met with the soft skin that had been hidden beneath until now. Your throat went dry; you just had to pull away and look at him. He was big, tip coated in a layer of pre-cum, his shaft girthy.

“Harvey, please,” you stammered, leaning back on the table so he could lean over you more easily.

The brunet followed you like a well-behaved lamb, leaning in again to kiss you. You could feel the tip of his dick against your entrance, slowly pushing forward. The stretch the head of his penis caused made your eyes roll back, excitement for the rest of his girth stretching you bubbling inside of you.

Harvey, ever the gentleman, took it slow. Rutting inside of you, centimetre after centimetre, eyes fixed on your face for any signs of pain and discomfort. He brushed your hair to the side to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were for him, and holy Yoba, did he ever feel anything like this before?

You had to admit, at first, the stretch did hurt a little, but with both him being so tender with you, so gentle, the pain quickly turned into a cloud of lust and despair. You wanted him, and you weren’t afraid to show him anymore. “Harvey, oh, for fuck’s sake, fuck me.”

A twitch, and then a shove that made him bottom out inside of you. A groan from him bled into the moan that tore from you, but that didn’t make Harvey pause. Not anymore.

His thrusts were shaky, unsure at first. He was just so adorable, wasn’t he? His eyes searched yours as if to ask for approval, as if to make sure he was doing this right, and it made your heart swell within your chest.

“You are so good to me, Harv,” you whispered, shamelessly letting your moans slip for him. The brunet’s eyes lit up, and he pushed his hips forward faster, more eagerly now.

Smiling to yourself, you let your head lull back. Harvey’s dick felt so good within you, filling you out with clumsy thrusts that steadied the more confidence he felt. Your back arched in as the brunet found a rhythm that seemingly fitted both your tastes; fast strokes that reached deep within you. The little grunts that left his slightly swollen hips only added fuel to the fire, only made you want him more.

Your legs hooked around his soft hips as he fucked into you with quick thrusts, body working with him to get him to go harder, more ruthless. Lucky for you, Harvey was a quick learner. Dick now fucking into you harder, red tip still pounding as deep as he could go.

The man’s face was a mix of pleasure and astonishment as if he wasn’t able to believe this was really happening to him. You just felt so damn good around him, walls clinging to his hot cock, sucking him off with each thrust. If he had a say in it, he would have never left your sweet pussy again, keeping his dick buried inside of you, thrusting into you whenever he deemed fit.

The moans and whines of his name that filled the examination room made his vision blur; his balls incredibly tight all of a sudden.

“Harveeey,” you gasped out, your hand reaching for his in an attempt to hold onto something again, fingers gently brushing along his knuckles before intertwining. The brunet above you was panting now, his hips never stilling as he fucked into you. His eyes, however, weren’t focused on your face anymore; they had fallen onto your tits that were bouncing oh so nicely for him with each of his thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself; it was too tempting – his head dipped down, teeth catching one of your pretty pink nipples, nibbling on it just to suck it into his mouth moments later.

You could feel the feeling start to grow inside of you again, your orgasm approaching you, even though you didn’t want this to stop yet. You didn’t want this to end just now, now that he was filling you up so perfectly, cock sliding against your squishy walls with such ease; you didn’t want his balls slapping against your wet cunt to stop just yet, you wanted, no, needed, more.

As if hearing your thoughts, Harvey picked up his pace just a little more, his mouth switching to the other nipple to pay it the same amount of attention. The squelching sound of the wetness between your legs was to die for, just like the feeling of his orgasm hot in his veins.

You just felt so deliciously good, better than any neat whiskey ever could have, and it made him go crazy. He felt hot, he felt like he was just about close enough to heaven to feel it, but not quite there. The bucking of his hips grew more desperate as he chased his orgasm, going hard and deep inside of you while his mouth busied itself leaving hickeys on your bouncing tits. The insecurity from before had vanished, and the groans, the begs, the whines, the praise, all coming from you was enough to keep it away.

“Harvey, I am- fuck, I am so close-“

He would have answered, had he been able to. But he had basically gone mute, aside from the whimpers and groans, as well as high-pitched moans that dared to tumble from his tongue. Instead, he just nodded at you and did his best to pick up the pace some more. It was just so hard with you sucking around him so nicely, drooling all over his dick. So hard to focus when he could feel you shake beneath him, making his body ache for the final push.

The bite to your tit he gave you, combined with his deepest thrust yet was enough for you. You squeezed his hand tightly, your toes curling and your back arching in as finally allowed the release to flow over you. You cried out his name, your sweet, pretty cunt spasming around poor Harvey, who was, admittedly, both absolutely pussy-drunk and empty-minded.

His breathing now came in forceful, laboured pushes, and if he had ever heard a patient breathe like that, he would have sent them straight to bed and run endless tests on them. But this – this was nothing but the sheer hunger for one person.

He suddenly slammed forward once more, his back arching in as he moaned out your name loudly, penis twitching as he came inside of you, cum painting your walls white. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to not lose focus, his mouth hanging open as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs were quivering with each thrust that sent shocks up your spine from the overstimulation that slowly started to nag at you.

Panting, the brunet tried to keep himself from crashing down on top of you, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead. His eyes were still hazy as they took in your fucked-out expression. You looked ruined but also completely…satisfied.

Your hand was still shaky as you reached up to let it run down his flushed cheek, a smile on your lips. “That definitely helped, Harv,” you whispered, voice slightly more hoarse than it had been that morning.

Harvey cleared his throat, and after a moment or maybe two – maybe also three, he just felt so good inside of you – pulled out of you, shaky legs carrying him over to the sink where he wettened some paper towels to clean you up.

“I am glad I was able to help.”

Disappointment settled in your stomach. Was that it? Did he just go back to his professional self like the table beneath you wasn’t drenched in your wetness and his cum?

“But I need to run a few more tests. I think home visits would be best; I’d need different surfaces and times.”

Click. Two lambs had fallen for the trap

[lokideservesahug]

An Unexpected Crossover

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Pairing:Carlos Alcaraz x F1 pilot!Reader

Notes: I've had this in my mind since Wimbledon but only ever ½ created this. Shout out to @yungbludz for fully bringing me into my Alcaraz era and for indirectly encouraging me to post this (il your work) + (an anon comes out of hiding ig). I have ideas for other parts but Idk if I should continue so feedback is very welcome. This characterisation is probably awful but I've never written for Carlos before. I'm very open to advice though.

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N, the only rookie in Formula 1's 2024 season. But many people get excited at her attending Wimbledon especially after some old interviews resurface...

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You weren't ashamed of your boyfriend, of course not. But mornings like these made the constant speculation, talks and borderline harassment about your relationship worth it.

Moments where you woke up earlier and could watch the first breaking of the morning sun fall out between the gaps in your curtains and onto Carlos' face. You watch as the yellow light frames your boyfriend's face, making him look even more pretty than usual.

In this moment, he looked like the perfect image of sleep. And goodness did he deserve it, especially after his performance, that could only be described as truly outstanding yesterday.

You'd heard what people said about yesterday. Djokovic gave one of his greatest performances ever and Carlos still managed to beat him. Even the thought strikes a chord of pride within you and brings a grin to your face.

A sudden groan however wakes you from your thoughts. "Querida?" You hum in response, looking back down to your boyfriend. He lifts his head up slowly and gives you a familiar look (one that you've learnt that at times like these, means he's questioning why you aren't still glued to his side). You hold in the urge to laugh slightly his pouty face and half asleep fueled strop but that only makes his pout get somehow bigger. "Big baby." You lie down next to Carlos, resting your head on his shoulder and weaving your hand under his shirt. Carlos let's out a slight shiver at the lack of warmth in your hands but also simultaneously hums in content. "Eso está mejor" (That's better)

You roll your eyes. "Then shush you big baby." Already anticipating his next move, you whip out your other arm to cage Carlos' hand to the bed. "Don't even think about pretending to be offended. Just go back to sleep." And that order he happily complies with; well after wriggling his arm from out of your grip only to lay it on your back and rub mindless shapes as he mutters "mujer mandona" (Bossy woman). And before you have the time to respond, (probably about the fact that Carlos gets riled up at stuff like that) you feel the familiar shallow breathing of your boyfriend fan across your hair.

You had to do things at some point today. But you suppose you could sleep in, especially for the Wimbledon Champion.

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Jane had given you some elaborate story for if anyone truly cared enough to ask about your relationship, well at least for your standards. You're pretty sure it went something along the lines of:

1. You and your boyfriend met at the start of last year and began dating soon after (but kept it on the downlow due to your job). However, you were so enamoured with him that despite your PR training, you let the fact that you weren't single slip once or twice.

2. He broke up with you a few months ago, leaving you heartbroken but still being mature and understanding.

3. (Possibly the truest element of the whole story) Carlos kissed you when he won Wimbledon for the second time, which he did.

4. Your ex boyfriend saw, came to a realisation, called you up... you know the rest.

It was very PR polished and you knew it, Jane knew it, but it was what you needed. Some story just yo cover your tracks and make people focus on your racing, not your love live. But it almost made you laugh at what lengths people had to go to. When infact the real story was only:

1. You and Carlos started dating at the start of last year...

That's it. No break up, no heartfelt reunion after you kissed another man. However, you and your boyfriend had a good laugh over the whole story and even led to an interesting conversation a few days ago.

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You'd just come home after racing in the simulator all afternoon. You look down at your phone and sigh at the sight of Jane wishing you a nice day, finally ending the conversation. You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you unlock the front door and step inside. You take your shoes off and walk to the living room to try and find Carlos.

And exactly as expected, he's sat on the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He looks up as you enter the room. "Buenas tardes cariño. ¿Cómo estuvo?" (Good afternoon darling, how was it). You sigh and drop back onto the sofa, leaving back on Carlos as he adjusts to put an arm around you. "Meh. Same as usual. Jane finally came up with a cover story..." Carlos hums in intrigue next to you as you explain the ins and outs of what might as well be a well constructed pyramid scheme at this point.

By the time you've finished, you feel well and truly worn out but you seek comfort in the feeling of Carlos absentmindedly rubbing shapes onto your shoulder. "I don't see what the big deal is. I mean I told Juanki ages ago." You feel your whole body tense up as you turn to Carlos... "You did what?" You're only met with Carlos' sheepish, confused face. And oh gosh, you feel like you need to lie down.

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed!

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[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member is Aespa's Karina girlfriend ft protective J-line

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anons who gave me these very similar ideas on Tumblr like it!

The requests: Hi I want to request where y/n is dating karina from aespa and the unnies especially ( the j-line) want to see how she handles y/n because she (playful, mischievous and childish) and karina did a great job and she also put y/n to bed and cuddle her.

Hi can you do where y/n is dating karina from aespa and where y/n brings karina to meet the members and they all gave her a warning especially the j-line and also some tips to take of y/n. Thank u 

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It was a Friday evening, and the atmosphere at the TWICE dorm was vibrant with laughter and excitement. The reason? The 10th and youngest member, Y/N, was finally introducing her girlfriend, Karina from Aespa, to the unnies. The J-line, aka Momo, Sana, and Mina, were particularly thrilled, their mischievous grins already in place as they prepared to put Y/N and Karina through their playful inspection.

The doorbell rang, and Nayeon, mom number 2, skipped to answer it. 

Nayeon - Karina! Welcome to the TWICE dorm! *motherly smile*

Exclaimed the fake maknae, pulling the Aespa member into a warm hug. 

Karina grinned, her eyes glancing around the lively space. 

Karina - Thank you, Nayeon unnie. I'm excited to be here.

As the evening unfolded, Y/N and Karina were showered with warmth and laughter. Jeongyeon, the second eldest and mom number 3, took the lead in guiding them through the dorm, introducing Karina to the various rooms and sharing anecdotes about the group's time together.

Dinner was a boisterous affair. Momo couldn't resist teasing her little sister from across the table, throwing playful glances that made the youngest member blush. Sana, sitting next to Karina, joined in the mischief, making the atmosphere light and carefree.

Mina, on the other hand, observed quietly. Her sharp eyes didn't miss the subtle interactions between the couple. As the night progressed, the J-line's plan started to unfold. Momo, Sana, and Mina exchanged sly looks, plotting their next move.

After dinner, the group settled in the living room for a round of games. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu, the other two members from the maknae-line of TWICE, joined forces with Y/N and Karina, forming a team against the unnies. The room echoed with laughter as the teams competed fiercely.

Amid the chaos, the J-line seized their chance to observe TWICE's angel and Karina's dynamics. 

Momo - Look at them, Sana. Our Y/N is completely smitten. *whispering*

Sana giggled, her eyes twinkling mischievously. 

Sana - This is going to be fun. Let's see how Karina handles our baby's playful side.

As the games continued, Mina discreetly pulled Karina aside for a chat. 

Mina - You're doing great, Karina. But be prepared. Our dongsang can be a handful. The J-line especially knows how to bring out her mischievous side.

Karina nodded, appreciating the advice. 

Karina - I'll keep that in mind, Mina unnie. But I can handle a little mischief. *smiles smugly*

Mina - We'll see about that. *smirking*

The night wore on, and eventually, the group gathered in the cozy living room. Y/N, visibly tired from all the excitement, leaned against Karina, her head resting on the Aespa member's shoulder. Momo couldn't resist teasing.

Momo - Look at our little Y/N. All tired out. *winking*

Y/N - I'm not tired! Just resting my eyes. *pouting*

Sana - Karina, you have your work cut out for you. Our little fireball is a handful, especially when she's pretending not to be tired.

Karina chuckled, wrapping her arm around her girl. 

Karina - Don't worry, I can handle her. She's adorable even when she's pretending to be tough. *kisses Y/N's forehead*

The J-line exchanged knowing glances, silently acknowledging that Karina was handling the situation well. As the night progressed, the members decided it was time for bed. Y/N, already half-asleep, was gently guided by Karina to one of the guest rooms since she was gonna sleep with her girlfriend.

Once TWICE's sunshine was settled in bed, the J-line took Karina aside for a serious talk. Momo, with a playful yet stern expression, spoke first. 

Momo - Karina, you seem great, but we need to make sure you can handle Y/N's playful and mischievous side. She might act tough, but she's a softie deep down.

Sana - And she loves to be spoiled. Don't let her fool you with her independent act.

Karina listened attentively, appreciating the unnies' concern. Mina, with a gentle smile, spoke next.

Mina - Just be yourself, and take care of our little sister. We trust you, but we also want Y/N to be happy... Which means we will end you if you hurt our kid.

Karina nodded, grateful for the advice. 

Karina - Thank you, unnies. I really care about Y/N, don't worry because I'll do my best to make her happy.

The J-line exchanged satisfied glances, convinced that Karina was genuine in her intentions. With a final round of warnings and advice, the members bid each other goodnight, leaving Karina to her thoughts.

Alone in the guest room, Karina smiled as she watched her lover sleeping peacefully. The night might have been filled with mischief and teasing, but she felt a genuine connection with the TWICE members. As she cuddled with Y/N, she knew that she had the support of the unnies and that, despite the playful warnings, the night had been a success.

In the end, the J-line's mischievous plan had served its purpose: ensuring that their maknae was in good hands, surrounded by people who cared about her. And as the members of TWICE drifted off to sleep, the dorm echoed with the warmth of friendship and the promise of more shared moments to come.

And this made them all have the same thought:

I'll love my dear chosen family forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[konigenblobbity]

your angst is so UGHHHHH AMAZING. im literally reading every single thing on your masterlist. i need more hobie hurt/comfort or miguel or anyone actually idc who it is i just love your writingggg. maybe like they’ve had a bad day and reader tries to help but instead they get annoyed and say sum ab then being annoying n never shutting up and reader gets quiet after and stuff. although i’ll literally read anything you put out thank you!!!

Request: Out of Line [Hobie]

Hobie x GN!Reader

—> [Miguel’s Version]

Warnings: Angst, yelling, insults, sad reader, comforting, crying, cursing

A/n: Such kind praise anon literally tysm. I love writing angst, it’s just fun to make characters suffer :) but yes! This idea is so good. I also made one for Miguel. enjoy meine Lieben!

You were sat next to Hobie on the couch, an arm wrapped around his shoulder while the other sat on his thigh. Your gaze sympathetic and kind as you looked at your boyfriend, body slumped over from exhaustion and disappointment. His elbows were resting on his knees, head resting on his hands as he was lost in his thoughts, still frustrated from todays mission.

Once he entered and slammed the door, you know the mission went wrong. He had been unexpectedly pulled away that afternoon when Miguel said it was an emergency. Hobie left with a smile and kiss goodbye… only to return with a grimace and a set of gritted teeth.

The only thing he told you was that he was responsible for losing sight of the anomaly and Miguel gave him an earful for it.

So there you were, comforting and reassuring your boyfriend with your words, throwing praises onto him like a crazed fan girl. “You are absolutely phenomenal Hobie. Don’t ever question that. No matter how much Miguel scolds you or criticizes you, you are an amazing part of the team that Miguel is lucky to have” you wouldn’t stop.

In your mind you saw that as a good thing… that Hobie would appreciate how you showered him with affection, but truly it was getting on his nerves. Wishing he could’ve just come home and forgotten all about Miguel and the mission, but no… now he had to hear about it at home too.

“You’re an amazing spider-man, one of the best that spider society has! Remember when you took care of that prowler anomaly single handedly? Or that green goblin anomaly from last week? Miguel didn’t seem to thank you for that if I remember! Now he suddenly decides to get up in your business?!” With each word you were giving him a soft caress on his shoulder or gently shaking his thigh.

His shoulder tensed under your hand, you thought it was because of an injury but if you only knew what really had him so irritated. His eyes were clenching shut, trying to fight the part of him that calls your voice annoying and yells at him to tell you to shut up… because he knows you’re trying, and usually he loves it! Oftentimes the only thing that helps is when your voice rambles on and envelops him like a warm embrace.

“Im gonna say it! Miguel should just keep his mouth shut I think! He-“ you were ready to say another whole soliloquy before Hobie’s voice cut through your own “No you should! I swear all you do is ramble and it drives me up the fucking wall. So just shut it!” His tone was laced with venom, every word a jab to your heart.

His head was turned to look at you with unforgiving eyes, burning with an unbridled rage that you knew wasn’t aimed at you… but it still felt personal. He lets out a light chuckle and when he smiles maliciously it, had your skin crawling. “After todays mission I want some peace and quiet. The sound of your voice is doing my head in. So do me a favor and take your own advice.”

You slowly pull away your hands, noticing how his body relaxes slightly when you do, which only made you more upset. “O-oh… okay” your voice was soft, but clearly shaken. After that you sit in silence for a few minutes, the only audible sound being Hobie sighing every once in a while.

Every second of silence is another second of you pondering and recounting what Hobie said to you. Playing it over in your head until you felt your eyes begin to gloss over. You take that as your sign to leave, clearing your throat and mumbling out a soft “i-I’ll see you upstairs” before leaving without another word.

Hobie stayed downstairs for a bit longer, organizing his thoughts and using the silence to quell his irritation. He then had the opportunity to think back on what he said to you. Cursing into his palm when he realizes just how harsh he got with you.

This wasn’t the first time… he often got harsh and lost his filter when he was in a bad mood; you always understood that. Whenever he’d go off on you, you never took it personally, understanding that he was in a bad mood or a poor state.

He’d always come up to you later and apologize for what he said, and he was lucky because you always understood and forgave him. Afterwards he’d cuddle up with you, telling you all about the terrible day he had or how horrible his mission went. You were always there to comfort him, listening to every word.

This time was different though. He didn’t just make an offhanded comment about how he wanted silence or how you weren’t helping, he made it personal by insulting your voice, a part of yourself that he usually loved and was now suddenly deeming as headache inducing.

When Hobie eventually went upstairs, he found you sitting in bed, back against the headboard, looking at your phone, not even sparing him a glance. He walked over and sat on the edge of his side of the bed, placing a hand on your thigh. You didn’t react so he took the time to apologize.

“Hey love… look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Todays mission just left me absolutely gutted and I just felt right shit. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. It was just really rough and I fucked up bad” his hand absentmindedly caresses your thigh as he spoke. You didn’t move and just let out a hum in response.

He paused and hesitated before speaking “I-I’m really sorry…. I didn’t mean it love. You know that right?” he leans forward and goes to kiss your lips, you turn your head so kiss lands on your cheek instead. He was slightly surprised but more disappointed. He decided not to press the topic though. “alright… I’m gonna go get ready and I’ll be back” he says and walks off to the bathroom.

When he comes back out, you’d shifted to be lying on your side, back to him, as if you’re ready to go to sleep. As he gets into the bed behind you, he notices how your eyes are still open and you were just looking at your phone.

He leans over your figure “Love? A-are we not gonna cuddle?” his voice was soft, you could hear the slight pout in his voice. To his question you shake your head, he moved onto his side of the bed and positioned himself to sit against the headboard.

“Oh… can I tell you about my mission though?” you could hear the dejection in his tone but managed to brush it off. You shrug causing Hobie to hesitate, but after a pause he begins to tell you about the mission, going on and on, but never once do you react.

“And then, that prick just threw a sign at me! A goddamn sign, can you believe that?” He looked over at your figure waiting for a response, waiting for you to agree with him or encourage him to continue talking as you usually did, but you still don’t say a word.

He clears his throat at the silence “b-but it really hurt and my shoulders still sore because of it” he continued to complain hoping you’d break your vow of silence but he still got nothing. He can see you’re still awake which causes him to huff out in disappointment, a pout forming on his lips. He shifts on the bed and placed his chin to rest on your arm.

“Love? Why’d you go so quiet?” He watched your expression, it didn’t shift and you just continued to scroll through your phone. There was a pause and then he spoke again. “Was it because of what I said earlier?” You stop scrolling on your phone and he takes that as a sign that he guessed right.

“God… love I didn’t know it hurt you that bad. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said it and I didn’t mean it. Not even the slightest bit” he wraps his arm around your waist trying to pull you back against his chest. Much to his relief you didn’t struggle or try to move away, allowing him to pull you against his chest.

“I love the sound of your voice, I look forward to hearing it after every mission. I was just really irritated and I snapped at you for no reason” you put your phone down but still don’t look or speak to him. He let out a soft sigh and the hand on your waist began to trace soft circles on your skin.

“I’ll keep apologizing as long as it takes for you to speak again. I miss your voice love. Please… even if it’s quiet? I wanna hear it” he placed a kiss on your shoulder, and kept it nuzzled against your arm as he waited patiently.

“You said it drives you up the wall…” a smile graced his lips as you finally spoke, it was a soft murmur but it was something. He places another kiss on your shoulder “Thats not true, I was being stupid. You have every right to be upset with me, it was a daft thing to say and I was being a proper prick” you hum softly in agreement, which he took as a sign of encouragement.

He continued to place kisses on your arm and shoulder “You agree don’t you? Hm?” He says and you shrug, a small smile beginning to appear on your lips. His arm wraps further around your waist, beginning to roll you onto your back as his playful kisses moved to your neck. “Cmon you can say it, I was being stupid, I was being a prick… go on” he had a smirk on his face as he kissed at your jaw.

You chuckle softly and then look into his eyes, a smile now settled on your lips. “You really were. The biggest prick I’ve ever met” you say and he pulls away and gives you a fake pout. “Ouch… now that hurts” you roll your eyes and he chuckles softly. He leans back down and begins to pepper kisses all over you face.

“I’m really sorry love” he says and pulls away to look at you with a gentle smile. You sigh out but smile at him. “I believe you” You shift slightly so you’re sitting back against the headboard “but what I can’t believe…” you begin to say and Hobie looks at you curiously.

“Is that that goddamn anomaly threw a sign at you?!” You say exaggerating your shock but loving the smile that it puts on Hobie’s face. “I know!” He say and moves to rest his head against your lap. Letting go of your waist and intertwining his hand with yours to wrap them around his shoulders.

For the rest of that night he recounted his mission to you, every small detail and every tiny slip up, but this time you actually reacted. And every time you spoke his heart sang at the sound of your voice.

[weirdkpopgirl]

All I Need | Renjun Imagine #6

Title: All I Need

Genre: Fluff, kinda angsty

Warnings: mentions of mental health, vague mentions of anxiety, a little suggestive, making out

Word Count: 531

Author's Note: This was a request from an anon, and technically my request box is closed. However, I thought the idea they gave was cute and thought it wouldn't hurt to write a little something for Renjun. I feel like I don't write enough stories where the reader is comforting the member, rather than vice versa. And I know Renjun won't see this (thank God), but I truly believe he deserves the world and I sincerely hope he's getting the rest he needs for his physical and mental health. I hope those who are also struggling are taking care of themselves too. Thank you for reading ^ ^

P.S. I have quite a few things I'm working on writing-wise so please look forward to my future works!

𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪

When you noticed Renjun’s declining mental health and encouraged him to take a break, you didn’t think he’d actually listen to your advice. You were aware of the concerns and disheartenment that came after the company’s announcement about him not participating in upcoming activities. Despite your boyfriend’s evident disappointment over not performing with his members, you were grateful for his decision to prioritize his well-being.

Shortly after the announcement was made, you headed over to his dorm in hopes of lifting his spirits. When a physically and emotionally exhausted Renjun opened the door to you holding a Moomin plushie and a grocery bag of ingredients for hot pot, he never felt more loved. Not a second was wasted before he was pulling you into a tight embrace.

“Thank you for being here with me,” he murmured, prompting a small smile to grace your lips.

Returning his hug, you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

For the first time in a while, the two of you enjoyed a quiet evening where you ate good food and caught up on your lives. After dinner, Renjun pulled you into his room for some much-needed cuddles. Nestled in his bed, you let him be the small spoon as he shared what had been troubling him lately.

“I wish I could take all your pain away,” you said quietly, subconsciously tracing the contours of his face.

The boy’s eyes glimmered with appreciation, and he relaxed under your touch. “Even if you could, I wouldn’t let you.”

Your lips parted to rebut his words but were stopped by a warm pair of lips pressing against yours. With widened eyes, you saw Renjun’s endearing expression after he pulled away. 

“You’re all I need,” he whispered, before leaning in once more.

Admittedly, you thought the second kiss would be the last for the night. But Renjun didn’t stop this time, catching you a little off guard. Even though after a year of dating, intimacy had not been extensively explored in your relationship. Mainly because the both of you had boundaries and wanted to respect them, but this…this kiss seemed to stretch on and on, and you didn’t hate it.

His lips moved slowly against yours, as his fingers traced feather-light patterns along your jawline. With gentle pressure, he tilted your chin upward for a better angle to deepen the kiss. Eventually, you stopped letting your thoughts distract you and gradually allowed yourself to surrender to the moment. Your hands found their way to his back, pulling him closer as you kissed back in hopes of conveying all the comfort you wanted to give him. 

It was enticing, losing yourself in this shared intimacy. Then when you finally parted for air, you noticed the glisten of tears in Renjun’s eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered against your lips, “so very much.”

You smiled, feeling your eyes get glossy as well. “I love you too, Jun.”

He embraced you once more, holding you closer than ever. It was at this moment when you silently promised to stay by Renjun’s side forever. 

If you were all he needed, then you were willing to give everything.

𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚༝༚𓆩⟡𓆪

previous masterlist -> current masterlist

[redheadspark]

Hello could i request azriel with prompt #16 please?

A/N- I love this for Azriel! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Anytime

Summary- Rhysand gives the Shadowsinger some sound advice: to follow his heart

Warnings - Mostly fluff :)

“So, when did your crush on her start, Az?”

Az nearly choked on his whiskey drink, looking over at Rhysand who was perched at his office chair, and his hands were folded in front of him with a smirk on his face as Azriel looked at him in shock.

“W-what do you mean?” He asked, though his old friend and High Lord’s smile went a bit bigger as he gestured to the open door that led out of his office.  A corral of laughter was heard on the other side of the hallway towards Feyre’s private studio as if on cue.  Azriel heard Feyre’s laughter, a lighter tone that was the sound of bells and was infectious in its own right.  But the second one, a hearty laugh that was also light, made Azriel’s heartbeat go a bit faster.  It reminded him of the chimes his mother would hang outside their little cottage when he was wrong, a small chorus of notes that turned into a beautiful melody.  

It belonged to you, and your laugh was one of Azriel’s favorite things. 

“You’re not one to be subtle with your feelings,” Rhysand explained as Azriel placed his now empty glass on the side table, shifting a bit in the chair.  He was never one to be in the limelight or have all the attention on him.  It was why he was the Spymaster, hiding away in the shadows and gathering information.  Azriel was good at it, Hell it was his forte.  He would use it against anyone who was against Night Court, his Truth Teller in hand, and his own sense of intimidation.  But when it came to himself, he would rather spend all day with the new recruits at the Illyrian camp than be questioned about his love life.

He never had one, nor did he think he would have one.

“Talk has gone around here, Az,” Rhysand explained as he eyed his friend, Azriel’s own hazel orbs were watching him in both intrigue and confusion, “Talk of you have been spending plenty of time down at the Community Center to talk to a certain Director.”

“She was asking for some advice when it came to negotiations,” Azirel replied in a shrug, not thinking about it much.  You require some advice, Azriel was willing to talk to you and give you winter in negotiating with clients and future contracts that were willing to add onto the building.  It wasn’t that you were a pushover, but you knew you had to toughen up in that department.  Leave it to the Spymaster to get your spine a bit straighter and your skin thicker.  

Azriel admired that about you, your willingness to grow and change for the better.  

“Apart from that, you two have been spending far more time together outside of work.  Especially out near the community gardens,” Rhsyand went on as Azriel huffed in annoyance.

“She wanted to ask me which vegetables Elaine wanted to use in her family dinner!” Azriel reasoned, but Rhsyand was not batting an eye at that as he spoke once more.

“Lastly, I heard from a certain someone you were thinking of asking her on a date,” 

Now that got Azriel’s attention.  He gave Rhsyand a sharp look, though the High Lord himself was remaining composed at his desk as Azriel flew more exposed than ever before.  He never thought someone else knew about his intentions with you, trying to muster up the confidence and the composure to ask you on a proper date.  Something inside of him always stopped him though, holding him back from taking the risk of asking you.  Perhaps he was afraid that you would say no, that you were the one afraid of him.  Cauldron, he was the one who was afraid of you for the longest time simply because you two are so opposite.  

You were light to his darkness, you were calm to his rage, you were affection to his hesitance.  

“That’s not true, where did you hear that from?” Azriel asked, Rhysand cocking his head at him and almost sensing that he was lying.  Azriel didn’t mean to, but he would rather lie at this point to simply not talk about it anymore.  But Rhysand’s playfulness was slipping away in sincerity, his cocky smile was replaced with a softer one that seem to simply ponder at his brother and close friend.

“Who do you think?” He challenged back at Azriel.  Ariel instantly knew, which made him get up from his chair and rub his face in frustration.  He already knew himself, and the cocky smile that was in his mind was enough for him to find the Illriyian Commander.

“Sone of a bitch,” He huffed, though Rhsyand laughed and got up from his own chair too.

“Cassian is a lot of things, especially that.  But we both knew he means well when it comes to us and how we feel with our heart….and who our hearts belong to,” Rhysand explained calmly as Azriel looked at him with wide eyes.  From what Azriel knew, Cassian told Rhysand to go after Feyre since he saw the connection they both had for one another.  But now Rhysand was claiming that Cassian was seeing the same thing with both yourself and Azriel?

Leave it to the Commander to have a better intuition.

“Azriel, even with our immortal lives, it can still be short at any given moment.  I realized that with Feyre, and all the more when we had Nyx.  You, out of all of us with all you went through, deserve to have a long happy life with someone at your side,” Rhysand explained as he walked around the desk with his hands shoved in his pants pockets, giving Azriel a kind stare.  Azriel did feel it, down to his bones, Rhysand was speaking the truth.  He could hide in the shadows for so long, but deep down he wanted someone at his side.  He saw the love between Rhysand and Feyre, then with Cassian and Nesta, and even with Lucien and Elaine.  He must have thought he wouldn’t have it himself, but the rest of his friends around him knew he did need it.  

“I say you ask her before you talk yourself out of it,” Rhysand said to him with a smirk, though Azriel snorted and rolled his shoulders.  

“Maybe I should, just to shut you and Cassian up,” He replied in a snort, Rhysand chuckling as Azriel gave him a warm smile, “But….thanks, Rhys.”

“Anytime, brother,” Rhysand said happily, clasping his shoulder, “Come on, let’s see what they’re up to and if they’re gossiping about us.  If there’s one thing you’re going to need to get used to, is your better half gossiping with the other ladies,”

Azriel had to laugh as Rhysand led the both of them over in the direction where you and Feyre were.  Azriel did take his advice, and he was thankful he did in the end.  One date led to you two becoming mates and getting married a year later at the River House.

The End

January Prompt Session

[beewolfwrites]

Permission - Part 2

Request: 

Omg PLEASE do a sequel to your latest fic 

I'm not the anon but a second part to the last request would be nice:)

As requested, here’s a part two! It turned out longer than expected, but I hope you like it! (Also sorry for any typos/errors/clunky sentences, I haven’t had time to proof read it)

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Ever since you followed Kuina and Chishiya to the Beach, your life had changed drastically. There was no longer a need to hunt for food, no wondering whether you would be attacked in your sleep, no concerns about finding enough bottled water for a shower. Although the Beach was far from the utopia it was made out to be, the perks often outweighed the negatives. Plus, you had two new friends now… sort of. 

Kuina was her bright, bubbly self, helping you find your way around the hotel and introducing you to Ann, Tatta and several friendly faces. However, Chishiya was a little different. He barely paid any notice to you, and when he did, he had the uncanny ability of insulting you with just one cold glance. 

You avoided working with him directly during games - a difficult feat because for some unfortunate reason, the executives had decided to throw you into the same group over and over again. You even went out of your way to avoid walking past his room in case you bumped into him. That was, until one unfortunate incident in the kitchens. 

At such a late hour, everyone was either outside at the pool party, skulking around the bar, or hidden within their rooms. And you would have been too, if not for the hunger gnawing at your insides. Your game earlier had been brutal, and after seeing so much blood in one sitting, you weren’t exactly hungry. It was only later into the evening that your stomach finally started to protest. 

Sneaking out of your room, you crept down into the hotel kitchens, hunting for a snack. The kitchens were lined with shelves upon shelves of dry foods, tinned goods, instant ramen, bottled drinks and so much more. The thought of anything heavy was enough to knock you sick, and instead you gravitated towards a pack of cookies, munching on them without really looking at the label. Only to realise that it was a fatal mistake when your tongue burned hotter than one thousand suns. 

‘My god’, you coughed, spitting the cookie into a spare napkin that you’d picked up from the counter. ‘What the hell are these?’ 

You flipped the packet around. 

Wasabi cookies?! You scanned the front just to make sure you hadn’t misread it. What kind of psychopath makes wasabi cookies?

‘These are better.’ 

Jumping out of your skin, you turned. Chishiya was lurking against the wall, a yellow sachet of cookies in hand. How long had he been here? You hadn’t heard him enter. Unless he had been here this whole time. 

‘I’m fine with these ones.’ You clutched the packet tighter to your chest. 

‘Suit yourself,’ he said. ‘Though your face suggested otherwise.’ 

It was tempting to eat another cookie just out of spite, but there was a chance you would end up eating your own words instead, and that wouldn’t do. 

‘I don’t need your advice on cookies,’ you stated, staring him down, even if it didn’t have much effect. 

He tilted his head, studying you. ‘You’re bitter about something.’ 

‘No, I’m not.’ 

‘Then what?’ He paused, eyes lighting up a fraction. ‘Ahh, I see. You’re upset that I haven’t spoken to you much.’ 

‘That’s not true.’

All it took was one raised brow, and you both knew that there was no point in lying. 

‘Okay,’ you gave in. ‘But it’s not about that, it’s…’ Why was it so hard to articulate your thoughts in his presence? The words seemed to evaporate before you could speak them. ‘I just don’t understand why you were the one who brought me here, but now you won’t even speak to me.’ 

Seeing you getting riled up must have been hilarious to him, as a smile crept over his face. ‘I didn’t realise I was under some obligation to speak to you.’ 

‘You’re not.’ 

Wait… wait just a minute. 

God, how was he doing this? You’d backed yourself into a corner, and now he had you right where he wanted you. 

‘So you don’t want me to talk to you?’ he asked. ‘Harsh, but I understand.’ 

That wasn’t what you wanted. That wasn’t what you wanted at all. You began to interject, however Chishiya wasn’t listening. He sauntered out of the kitchen, ignoring you entirely. 

As you discovered over the next few days, Chishiya had taken ignoring you to a whole new level. He wouldn’t even look you in the eyes, and whenever he approached you and Kuina, he blatantly ignored everything you said, looking at and only speaking to Kuina. 

This man was cold, awful, and oh-so-clever. It shouldn’t have bothered you that he was childish, because yes, if you were honest, his behaviour was like that of a ten year old. 

But it did bother you. It bothered you greatly. 

You weren’t sure why, and it didn’t make any sense - none of these feelings did. But you were left with an overwhelming sadness, and an awareness that your presence was very much unwanted. Especially as you had another game lined up, and of course, Chishiya had been assigned to the same car as you. As always. 

And because Lady Luck was a cruel mistress, the small car had you squished up next to Chishiya, forced to withstand one another’s company. He was still so stubborn, refusing to acknowledge you even when you asked him to shift over so that you could fasten your seatbelt. 

In the game itself, he was worse. It was only a measly Three of Clubs situated in a veterinary clinic, but he had found a way to make your presence null and void. The game itself took place across several examination rooms where players were split into pairs, having to complete tasks to find the key to the door before the timer ran out. Once it did, the door would be locked forever and the room would fill with poisonous gas. And yes, predictably, you were forced to work with him. 

He didn’t seem to need you, matching up the x-rays of an otter’s anatomy with ease and unscrambling a code to reveal clues. It was only when the final clue led to the discovery of a dead rabbit that you cracked.

‘Please, won’t you let me help?’ You watched as he picked up a scalpel. You had just three minutes on the clock, and no response from him. ‘I can do anything you ask. Whatever you need, I can help—’

‘No.’ 

Even though he was apathetic, uncaring, and totally disinterested in your presence… 

‘You actually spoke to me.’ 

‘Don’t distract me,’ he said, coldly. 

His hands were bloody as he sliced into the rabbit, reaching into its stomach with his fingers. 

There’s just one minute and thirty seconds left… 

‘Chishiya?’ 

He pulled out the key, dripping blood over the floor as he walked to the door and slid it into the lock. The lock clicked, and he wrenched the door open. When you hesitated to leave, Chishiya held the door open with his foot, frowning. 

‘Are you coming or not?’ 

That same question. 

You hurried to the door just as creak of a gas valve opening sounded from the vents on the ceiling. Shutting the door firmly behind you, you both wandered out into the waiting room where the rest of your group had agreed to meet. 

Their door was still closed, and a slight nervousness welled up inside you. ‘Do you think they made it?’

‘Who knows?’ 

You sat down on one of the comfy chairs, relieved that you had survived again. It’s true that you hadn’t done much, but that was only because your partner shrugged off any attempts you made to help. 

‘Are you happy now?’ Chishiya asked suddenly, catching you off-guard. Your eye cracked open, wondering what he meant as he stared at the other group’s door. 

‘Happy about what?’ 

Your question was drowned out as the door opened to reveal the other members of your group. And with that, the conversation had closed. 

You didn’t pester him any more as you walked back to the car, and this time, you made sure to sit in a seat far from his. It’s not as if you could force someone to spend time with you, or even like you for that matter. And besides, there were others at the Beach you could socialise with. 

But still. 

If only you knew what you had done wrong, whether you’d offended him somehow. Once the car pulled into the hotel, you waited until the others had left before you spoke to him again. 

‘Hey, Chishiya?’ He looked up, bored. ‘Don’t worry about being in games with me anymore. I’ll speak to Mira.’ 

You didn’t stick around to hear if he replied, and hurried inside, avoiding the ongoing party out in the courtyard. Heading straight upstairs to the executive’s quarters, you knocked on the door to room five. 

Nothing. 

You knocked again, louder this time. 

‘Were you looking for me?’ 

Mira appeared at the top of the stairs, her black skirt sashaying around her pale ankles. Her gaze was warm, but laced with a razor sharp edge. 

‘Apparently you’re the one who decides on the games rota?’ 

‘Hmm.’ She leaned against the wall. ‘I am. Was there a problem in your group tonight?’ 

‘No,’ you began, trying to avoid spilling too much information. ‘Well, yes… kind of. It’s complicated.’ 

A whisper of a smile crossed her lips. ‘One teammate in particular?’ 

This woman, is she a mind-reader? 

Mira, despite her calm, feminine appearance, had a strange ability to read people as though she knew their darkest secrets. It was no wonder she was a Hearts specialist. 

‘I don’t want to be partnered with Chishiya,’ you said. ‘We always end up in the same group, but he hates me. It makes it harder to finish the games.’ 

Mira looked faintly surprised and faintly amused all at once. ‘I see. Well, that is curious.’ 

‘Curious?’ 

She took a step forward, her dark eyes glinting. ‘That Chishiya is definitely a strange one. Even I have a hard time reading him,’ she said. ‘But he asked me himself if he could be grouped with you permanently.’ 

What now? 

Your stomach dropped. This was insane. It was bizarre. And it just didn’t add up whatsoever. ‘That can’t be right. He won't even speak to me.’ 

Mira hummed, thinking carefully. ‘You poor thing. How cruel of him.’ 

‘Do you think it’s possible to be put in a different group?’ 

‘Before I do anything,’ Mira said, ‘I think you both need to have a talk. Why don’t you go and find him? He’s usually in his room.’ 

You tried to interject, but Mira waved lightly and disappeared into her room, leaving you standing aimlessly in the hall. Yes, you could go and talk to him. But that would mean going to his room and actually confronting him about this. Mira turned out to be useless in helping you, and you genuinely didn’t know what to do. 

I guess I’m really going to have to do this… 

His room was only several doors away from Mira’s, as being an executive, he had landed himself with the luxury suites. You trudged over, lingering outside and trying to muster the courage to actually knock. 

I can do this! 

Your fist was raised above the door, ready to pounce, when a voice sounded from inside. 

‘Come in.’ 

Your heart thumped in your chest. 

No going back now. 

You entered, immediately locking eyes with him. He was sitting on the bed, as if he had been expecting you this entire time. Had he known that you were out there? If so, how? 

‘Erm… sorry for barging in.’ The silence was too awkward. ‘I’ve just spoken with Mira.’ 

‘And?’ 

Why was this so difficult? Why did he have to be so difficult?

‘She said I should speak to you first before she changes anything,’ you mumbled. ‘She also told me that you wanted to be grouped with me.’ 

Chishiya didn’t look shocked or shaken. Actually, he didn’t seem to care at all. ‘That was Kuina’s idea.’ 

Oh…

‘It was, at first,’ he added. ‘Kuina asked me to join your first game with the Beach. It was my suggestion to be grouped with you permanently.’ 

Wait, so he did want it?

This man, it was like he was enjoying having you on tenterhooks. ‘I don’t understand why. You hate me.’ 

He made a huff of amusement. ‘It’s not fun, is it? Being ignored by someone.’ 

Your jaw dropped. 

Seriously? 

He did this to be petty, to make your life a misery? But his tone of voice, it was as if you had done something horribly wrong and he was punishing you in the cruellest way imaginable. What could you have done wrong? 

Chishiya leaned forward, his expression betraying just how much he enjoyed your discomfort. ‘Did you think I hadn’t noticed? You purposely wouldn’t speak to me during the games. This is probably the first time you’ve ever come near my room. You avoided me in public. And then you told me off for suggesting some cookies.’ 

The penny dropped, and the realisation came crashing down around you. He had noticed all along, the fact that you’d been avoiding him. And this was a retaliation, of sorts. 

‘I admit, I like my own company,’ he said, slyly. ‘But that was a little too much, don’t you think?’

You couldn’t find the right words. ‘I didn’t… I only did that because I thought you were avoiding me.’ 

‘Maybe I was... initially.’ 

You felt both furious and stupid at the same time; your anger at him simmering just beneath your cool exterior, and your anger at yourself for not realising sooner that he was just playing with you. Was there even a solution to this? Maybe, like Mira suggested, it was worth talking through and agreeing on. 

‘I’m glad you don’t hate me,’ you said, trying to be the bigger person here. ‘But next time we’re in a game, don’t just take over everything. I don’t want to put my life in someone else’s hands.’ 

Especially not someone as dangerous as you.  

He weighed up your words, nodding slowly. ‘Fine. Just don’t get in my way.’ 

As annoyed as you were, you couldn’t hold back a smile. ‘I won’t,’ you said. ‘So long as you don’t get in mine.’ 

‘And you need to stop moving around in the car,’ he added. ‘It’s annoying.’ 

‘Stop sitting on the seatbelts then.’ 

His eyes lit up, just like they usually did, except something was a little different. The coldness had melted away, and for the first time ever, you actually began to see a different side to the man whose icy presence had caused you so much pain. 

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Can I request a sexy Keller fic? Maybe where reader is his secret wife, all his friends think he’s shy, but not with her. Also can she be a badass!

I love your work! Keller is under appreciated thank you

Hope this is okay for you Anon! You're right Keller is underappreciated!

Mrs Keller

Director Keller x Reader

Word Count: 7603

Keller never thought much about the way people spoke about him. He was an observant man, he needed to be in his role as Director, but at no point did he think people spoke about him behind his back in any other regard than a boring, mundane, professional one.

     It was his assistant who had alerted him to the fact that he was wrong, and she did so in the most surprising way.

     ‘Gemma?’ He called from inside his office.

     She came scurrying in, pushing her glasses up her nose. ‘Sir?’

     ‘Can we cancel the meeting with Miss Clare? I don’t want to see her in this building again.’ Keller sighed, annoyed.

     ‘Of course.’ Gemma nodded, frowning but half smiling in confusion. ‘Any reason you don’t want to see her again, sir?’

     Keller liked Gemma a lot, she was a great assistant, she didn’t take crap from anyone and always made sure he got to where he needed to be on time. She had become a great friend of his, especially during the Skrull incident.

     ‘She’s a pain in my ass.’ Keller breathed harshly through his nose. ‘Wildly inappropriate and not the kind of person I want wandering around this agency.’

     Gemma stood up straight and frowned. ‘Oh, I thought you and her were… getting along?’

     ‘What do you mean?’ It was Keller’s turn to frown.

     Gemma just smiled. ‘Sir, it’s evident she likes you and we just presumed with all the time you were spending together…’ she rolled her hand to indicate something more, but Keller just didn’t understand.

     ‘We were talking about a potential client.’ He explained.

     ‘Sir, you know, it’s okay to admit you’ve been out of the game a while.’ She gently closed the door behind her, making sure no one could hear the conversation. ‘But you really should give Miss Clare a chance. She is lovely when you get to know her, single, very well regarded and would be in complete understanding of the demands of your job.’

     Keller almost laughed. ‘Gemma, I do not need dating advice.’

     ‘I’m not offering advice, I’m just saying, it’s okay to relieve a little stress every now and again.’

     Keller came around his desk, mostly to stop Gemma speaking.

     ‘I promise, I’m fine.’ Keller smiled.

     Gemma let a breath go. ‘Okay, well, if you change your mind, let me know. We all worry that you’re a bit lonely these days.’

     Keller nodded. He knew Gemma meant well and he always appreciated it, but he really didn’t need to be set up on a date with anyone.

     ‘I’m not.’ Keller shook his head, feeling a lot less stressed than he did before his assistant's concern. ‘Out of interest, who’s ‘we’?’

     Gemma suddenly looked a little sheepish, making Keller chuckle as he grabbed his suit jacket from the back of his chair. ‘It just slipped out.’ She sighed.

     ‘It’s been a long day,’ Keller nodded. ‘But you do need to work on your poker face.’

     Gemma just rolled her eyes about to leave his office. ‘By the way, you’ve got three profiles to go over and seven operational reports to read before tomorrow. You got time tonight?’ She teased, making him laugh.

     ‘I’m sure I’ll find time.’ He nodded, opening the door for her and turning the lights off before leaving for the day. Fury was waiting outside, holding a file, he liked the young man a lot, he had a lot of potential. ‘Fury, what can I do for you this evening?’

     ‘Actually sir, I was just dropping my team reports off to Gemma.’ He gave a polite smile to Keller’s assistant, who took his thick file and began to sort it into tomorrow’s work.

     ‘Actually, just put it in the case.’ He said, taking his long coat from the coat rack next to Gemma’s desk. ‘I’ll get it read before tomorrow. Start a new day with a clean slate.’

     ‘Are you sure? You’ve got quite a lot to get through as it is.’ Gemma said, hesitating before putting it in the briefcase Keller would take home with him.

     Keller just smiled and whipped his dark scarf over his head. Gemma shook her head sighing, before putting the files away and standing the brief case up.

     ‘Goodnight everyone. As always, good work today, let’s continue to raise the bar tomorrow.’

     ‘Yes sir.’ Fury said, stepping to one side.

Gemma watched her boss leave the office, sitting back with her arms folded and sighing.

     They waited until Keller was well out of ear shot before speaking about anything.

     ‘He doesn’t want to see Miss Clare anymore.’ Gemma said, immediately.

     ‘What? Why not?’ Fury whined. ‘She was great for him.’

     ‘He said she was a pain in the ass and inappropriate.’ Gemma shrugged. ‘I guess he doesn’t want to date anyone.’

     ‘Damn.’ Fury shook his head. ‘Well, he needs to do something, he’s been different.’

     ‘I think he’s lonely.’ Gemma agreed. ‘Maybe he just needs to get laid.’

     Fury snorted, chuckling as he began wandering away. There was no way he was talking about his boss’s sex life, getting him a date was one thing, laid was another thing entirely.

     Gemma looked down the corridor where Keller had disappeared and wondered why her boss was so reluctant to meet anyone. It was clear he lived a rather solitary life, some company wouldn’t do any harm and maybe he would unwind when at work.

     Fury was right though, in the recent weeks, Keller just wasn’t himself.

Keller took a breath as he got into his car, he didn’t realise the extent to which his assistant was concerned for him.

     He could tell from the way Fury spoke, he was the other one who talked about his personal life. Keller couldn’t deny he was slightly annoyed that he was talked about in such a way, but at the same time, he couldn’t let it bother him.

     Keller pulled out of the parking lot and began driving in the opposite direction to his home. He wasn’t stupid, he knew he was always being watched, but he was keeping a promise.

     Keller pulled up outside the airport and pulled out the first file in his briefcase. Almost twenty minutes had gone by before he spotted the person he was waiting for.

     As per his promise, Keller put the file away and stepped out of the car, striding towards you.

     You walked towards him, dragging two cases and carrying a duffel bag over your shoulder. He wished you’d picked up a trolley, but it just wasn’t your style.

     ‘Hello darling.’ Keller smiled, placing a soft kiss to your lips and taking a case. ‘Good flight?’

     ‘It was okay.’ You shrugged, smiling widely. ‘I mostly slept.’

     Keller opened the back of the car and carefully put your luggage away.

     ‘I hope you haven’t been working too hard.’ You raised an eyebrow seeing his briefcase in the back seat of his big black car. Keller gave a small smile like he’d been found out. ‘Richard, I knew you couldn’t be trusted.’

     ‘You were away for too long.’ Keller chuckled, taking your duffel bag to place next to your cases and opened the front door to get in.

     ‘So, now it’s my fault you’re a workaholic?’ You teased.

     ‘I wouldn’t never blame you for that.’ Keller shook his head, knowing would never say a bad word against his wife.

     He drove you both home, listening to your stories about your adventures in Europe. Keller was a little sad he couldn’t come with you, but he had other duties and no one actually knew he was married.

     You made it home and Keller told you to go inside, make some tea and wait for him to bring your things in. Keller was like that, he didn’t like it when you got overtired, you always got a little moody and it wouldn’t make anyone happy.

     When he finished taking your cases up to the bedroom, Keller came back down, removing his jacket and tie so that he was left in just his shirt and trousers. He saw you sitting on the sofa opposite the fire you had already started. You were reading through a book with some fascination.

     ‘What you got there?’ Keller said, grabbing the brief case and settling down next to you, one arm on the back of the sofa behind you.

     You smiled, pushing your glasses up your nose a little. ‘It’s a Greek tragedy.’

     ‘In original Greek?’ Keller nodded, impressed. ‘You learn that while you were away?’

     ‘I did.’ You smiled, gently biting your lip. You knew how much he loved when you mastered new skills like that.

     Keller smiled warmly. ‘I missed you.’ He said, his voice much lower than it had been, grabbing your full attention.

     You turned to look at him fully. ‘I missed you too.’ You tilted your head, observing his beautiful blue eyes. ‘I really hope you haven’t been overworking yourself.’ On a much more serious note.

     Keller bowed his head. ‘You know how I am when you take your trips. I do okay for the first week and then I just get a little restless.’

     ‘Well, I’m back now.’ You shuffled closer and ran your fingers gently through his hair above his ear. Keller inhaled a little deeper, he really did miss you.

     Keller gently grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, he smiled cheekily.

     ‘I have the best story for you.’ He said, excitedly.

     You just laughed knowing it would be good from his smile.

     ‘So,’ he quickly pushed his glasses up. ‘I call Gemma in just as I’m about to leave and tell her not to let Miss Clare back into my office-‘

     ‘Who’s Miss Clare?’ You frowned, worried she’d been mentioned before and you’d forgotten.

     ‘Uh, she was a potential client, but it doesn’t really matter.’

     ‘Okay.’ You nodded, getting reinvested in the story.

     ‘So, I don’t want her back in my office, I don’t even want her in the building again, and Gemma asks why. I said, she was just a pain in the ass, a little inappropriate and I actually have a feeling she was cooking books in her previous employment.’ Keller swallowed watching your face reacting to his story. ‘Anyway, Gemma then starts to say she’s concerned that I’m lonely and give me dating advice.’ That made you laugh. ‘I told her I was fine, obviously I didn’t tell her the real reason to back off, but I did think you’d find that funny.’

     ‘It is.’ You said, calming down. ‘What are you going to do if she tries to set you up with someone else?’

     ‘I don’t know, I haven’t thought that far ahead.’ Keller shook his head. ‘I mean, I could tell her the truth?’

     You tilted your head, as if to say you’d already had this conversation.

     ‘You’re right,’ Keller nodded. ‘It’s too dangerous.’

     ‘Speaking of dangerous, I still could’ve gotten a taxi home. You didn’t need to pick me up.’ You repeated the same thing from a previous argument you’d had.

     ‘I know.’ Keller bowed his head, still dragging his fingers over your knuckles. ‘I just…’

     ‘What is it?’ You frowned, getting your husband to look at you.

     Keller sighed, wondering wether he should’ve said anything else. ‘I don’t feel like I get to do a lot of that stuff.’

     ‘What stuff?’

     ‘Just… small stuff, like… picking you up from airports, taking you for coffee or dinner, I don’t get to come home early and surprise you with a clean house.’ Keller inhaled deeply and let his head rest back on the sofa. ‘I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be ungrateful for what we have.’

     ‘No, you’re not.’ You assured him. ‘And none of that stuff is small, it’s all relevant and I’m sorry you can’t do any of it.’ You stroked through his hair, relaxing him. ‘Maybe when you retire?’

     ‘Can I retire tomorrow?’

     You breathed a laugh. You knew he wouldn’t retire for a long time, you knew his job was too important to him, you knew life would always be a little different, you fell in love anyway.

     Eventually you were both able to settle into work. You read your new books, Keller read his reports. Occasionally, your husband would ask you if you were okay, if you needed anything, sometimes he would apologise for all the work he had to do, you would laugh and shake your head and wait for him to finish.

     It was well into the morning hours when a noise caught both of your attention.

     ‘The bins?’ You frowned.

     ‘Sounded like something falling.’ Keller was on his feet immediately to check it out, you following close behind.

     Keller went out to the front of the house and saw a bin had fallen over. He looked at it suspiciously before lifting it back into position.

     ‘Something wrong?’ You asked.

     ‘I don’t think so.’ Keller shook his head, more reassuring himself. ‘Must’ve been a cat or something.’

     You breathed a sigh of relief. ‘Probably Mrs Denton’s from down the road, it gets everywhere it shouldn’t. Maybe we should get a dog.’

     You made Keller laugh as he locked up once again. At least you were able to help him relax a little.

     ‘You wanna go to bed?’ He asked just as you picked up your book, ready to settle down again.

     ‘You’re finished working?’ You frowned, looking down at the files that you were certain he should not have left lying around for you to read.

     ‘Basically.’ He shrugged. ‘I only have one more report to sign off on. I can do it in the morning.’

     You smiled warmly. ‘Okay.’

     Truthfully, you had lied about sleeping on the plane, you maybe got a couple of hours, but you found it difficult to get anymore. Keller knew that, he always knew that, but he never said anything.

     You went upstairs first while your husband went around the house, turning off lights, checking locks and making sure your home was secure. It was one of his ticks, a compulsion he had to always keep you safe no matter what.

     While you waited for him to finish, you went through your nightly routine, taking off any makeup you still had on, slipping into your soft pyjamas and thinking about the following day.

     Soon, Keller came up the stairs to find you in the en-suite, cleaning your face, hair pulled up into a loose bun, out of the way.

     ‘I’ll have to do a couple of washes tomorrow,’ you said, thinking about the two cases you had to unpack. ‘Is there anything you need for the week?’

     ‘No.’ He said, his voice a little hoarse, when you properly looked at him through the mirror, you could see his expression had softened completely, his beautiful blue eyes grazing over your body.

     ‘Something I can help you with?’ You chuckled, knowing exactly what was going through his mind.

     ‘One or two things wouldn’t go amiss.’ He flirted, stepping towards you and gently sliding his hands around your waist. ‘I’ve missed you.’ He whispered below your ear, making a small chill run down your side.

     ‘I can tell.’ You closed your eyes, leaning back into his warm body.

     ‘You tired?’ He asked, more unsure of how far he could go than anything.

     You just laughed, turning around to face him, sliding your arms around his shoulders. ‘I confess I’m a little worn out from all the Italian boys that kept me company for the last couple months.’

     Keller laughed, kissing you. ‘I forgot, you were left unsupervised,’ he kissed you again. ‘I may have to remind you who the boss is.’

     You sucked in a harsh breath, this was your favourite game, the one where your husband would pretend to get jealous of something that never happened and show you his feral side.

     ‘Yes please.’ You breathed against his mouth.

     Keller sank into a passionate kiss against the bathroom counter, his hands running over your body, reminding his body of how much he loved you.

     He lifted you around his waist, wrapping your legs around him. Keller carried you back into the bedroom and lay you down on the soft, freshly made bed.

     ‘You made the bed?’ You frowned, noticing the smell of the white sheets.

     ‘I did.’ Keller nodded, taking his glasses off and throwing them on the side table. ‘I even mowed the lawn,’ he kissed your jaw. ‘I tidied the shed,’ he kissed your neck. ‘And I made sure your art supplies are well stocked.’ Keller lifted his head after making you dizzy, his darkened eyes scanning your features. ‘I love you.’

     You smiled up at your husband. He really had been out of sorts while you were away, restless and unsure of what he should have been doing.

     ‘I love you, Richard.’ You whispered back.

     Keller smiled, running the back of his fingers over your cheek, moving stray hair out of your face.

     He kissed you softly, but soon that softness turned into passion and desperation. He needed you naked, open to him, displayed against the white sheets for him. You needed to feel his hot skin against yours, you missed his body, you missed the way he held you and made love to you.

     Keller looked down at you, slowly sliding himself inside you, and it was a moment of pure bliss for both of you. He held himself there for a moment, just allowing his body to remember yours for a moment.

     ‘Don’t go away again.’ He whispered against your lips. You smiled, almost laughing. ‘I don’t think I can handle you leaving again.’

     ‘I won’t go.’ You promised. ‘I’ll stay here with you for as long as you need me.’

     Keller kissed you passionately. ‘I always need you.’

     You loved him. Everything about him, his passion, his attention to detail, everything about him, you loved. He calmed you when your mind was a mess, he cared for your needs like it was the only thing that made him happy, he received your love with gratitude like no other man ever had. You had no idea what you had done to deserve him.

     He made you come, crying out his name, he allowed himself to be lost in you for a moment or two, and it was always beautiful to watch him lose control.

     When you first met Keller you were unsure he was the one for you, he was always so calm and in control, never allowing his emotions to fluctuate too much. You wondered if there was anything more to him than that. Eventually, he asked you for a chance to get to know the real him, it intrigued you enough to give him that chance and you never looked back.

     Your husband gently pulled the sheets up and encircled you in his embrace.

     ‘Goodnight, darling.’ He whispered, kissing your neck one last time as you fell asleep.

When the morning came, you were surprised to find Keller was already up and getting dressed. You gently whined seeing him do his tie.

     ‘What is it?’ He smiled, knowing exactly why you were upset.

     ‘You’re dressed.’ You mumbled.

     ‘Generally, my office appreciates its employees to be clothed.’ He chuckled, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed, stroking through your hair. ‘You hungry?’

     ‘Always.’ You inhaled deeply, just trying to wake up.

     ‘Well, if you’re downstairs in the next five minutes, you’ll get some pancakes.’ He kissed your temple and stood up to finish getting ready for work.

     Your husband left you alone to get yourself up, and eventually you were able to drag your sore body into your black silk dressing gown and down to your kitchen where Keller was reading through a report on the counter.

     A plate was already sitting for you on the island and you could only smile, settling into one of the stools. Keller poured some coffee, bringing it around to place next to your plate.

     ‘Thank you, Richard.’ You smiled, moving your legs to face him. ‘You know you didn’t have to go to all this trouble.’

     ‘It was no trouble, at all.’ He shook his head, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. He gently put the pot of coffee down, sliding his hand into your hair. His lips were so soft and inviting. ‘I love you.’

     You chuckled. ‘You’ve already said that.’

     ‘And I’ll say it every second you need to hear it.’ He countered, kissing you again.

     You felt one hand drift to your calf, pulling it around his waist once again. It, again, made you chuckle into him.

     ‘You know I love the way you look first thing in the morning?’ He said, moving down your neck once again.

     ‘You mean a mess?’ You let your hands slide into his hair, gently grasping it as he continued his sensual attack on your neck.

     ‘A hot mess of my doing.’ He growled, dragging his teeth over your earlobe. This man just had a way of igniting you. You laughed while he continued to pepper kisses down your throat, before finally needing him to stop. ‘Okay, I’ll let you go.’ He said smiling into another kiss. ‘But just this once.’

     You giggled watching him go about finishing his coffee and reading his report.

     ‘I gotta go.’ Keller came up behind you, once again kissing your neck and breathing you in. ‘What if I call in sick?’ He inhaled.

     ‘Then you’ll be fielding calls all day instead of indulging in what you really want.’ You shot back, sliding your hands over his arms around your waist.

     ‘Wanna bet?’

     ‘Go to work, darling.’ You twisted your head to kiss his temple, knowing he wouldn’t call in sick or be late. ‘Call me if you get lonely.’

     ‘Hmm.’ He hummed into one last kiss. ‘I love you.’

     ‘I love you too.’ You chuckled. ‘Now go, or you’ll be late.’

     Keller reluctantly pulled away, grabbing the report and leaving you alone to get on with your day.

Keller arrived at work, handing the briefcase to Gemma who just sighed, shaking her head.

     ‘You work too hard, sir.’ She called as he entered his office to begin his day.

     Gemma got him to a couple of meetings in good time, and finished the morning with an operational briefing.

     ‘Sir?’ A lower level agent entered the room, unsure of himself. ‘Sorry to interrupt.’

     ‘We’re in the middle of a briefing,’ Keller sighed, annoyed. ‘What is it?’

     ‘Sorry, it’s just that there’s someone here to see you.’

     ‘Tell them to make an appointment with Gemma, I don’t have time right now.’ Keller dismissed him, indicating for Fury to continue, but he didn’t, instead, Fury just watched the agent behind Keller. ‘What now?’

     Keller only noticed then that the agent was almost shaking. ‘I’m sorry sir, but she said you’d say that and if you did, I was to say…’

     ‘What?’ Keller frowned.

     ‘I was to say that she wouldn’t expect your wife to need an appointment.’

     Keller’s heart dropped, he caught a brief exchange of looks between Gemma and Fury, but ignored it as he flew out of the briefing room.

     You stood in the corridor, arms folded over your leather jacket and not in the least bit pleased.

     ‘Richard.’ You frowned, clearly riled up by something.

     ‘Are you okay? What are you doing here?��� Keller asked, he suddenly saw blood on your arms and a little on your neck and face. ‘Are you bleeding?’

     ‘It’s not my blood.’ You stated plainly, you moved your jacket to reveal more bloodstains on your grey vest and Keller’s head was filling with rage. ‘Three men broke in and tried to kill me, I’ve dealt with it, but I wasn’t sure where else to go, so I came here.’

     Keller observed your face and body, you had clearly put up a decent fight, your knuckles and arms looked cut up like you’d been using them to defend yourself and quite suddenly, Keller felt a rage beginning to boil beneath the skin.

     ‘You need to keep your head, Richard.’ You almost commanded him, knowing how he could be. ‘I’ve got the security footage, I expected you’d like to go through it as soon as possible.’

     Keller couldn’t focus. Gemma had manoeuvred herself into view, probably curious about what she’d heard.

     ‘You must be Gemma.’ You said, still slightly riled up, but more capable than your husband to focus. ‘Would you mind going over the footage? I think Richard and I might need a moment.’

     ‘Yes, of course.’ Gemma’s tone was what brought Keller back to the present.

     ‘I don’t need a moment.’ He said, strangely calmly, taking the tape from you. ‘Are you injured at all?’

     There was almost a look of disappointment in your eye. You knew that despite his outer shell, your husband was on the brink of losing control.

     ‘Richard, I’m fine.’ You said, steadily. ‘I’m a little sore, but I just want you to deal with this as quickly as possible.’

     ‘Okay.’ He whispered. He hadn’t stopped looking at you since stepping outside the briefing, you were his primary focus now, the rest of the world could burn for all he cared, as long as you were safe.

     Keller opened the door to the briefing room, indicating for you and Gemma to step inside.

     ‘Okay, new target.’ Keller announced as he entered the room, he put the tape into the player and began working. ‘Someone has broken into my home and attempted to harm my wife-‘

     ‘Attempted being the operative word.’ You said, catching his attention.

     Keller turned to look at you. His gaze piercing yours.

     ‘Richard, the bodies are still there tied up in the kitchen. Perhaps a team could pick them up?’ You suggested.

     He nodded. ‘Fury.’

     Fury immediately organised a team to do as they were ordered. Keller still watched you, still concerned that you were hurt, but unsure of how to handle both your well-being and the safety of his home.

     The security footage took his attention away, and Keller found it much easier to focus.

     He watched you cleaning up after breakfast, smiling, going about your day as you should have done. Three bulky men entered the house and Keller almost smiled at how little back up they had, it was no wonder you weren’t hurt, three was hardly a challenge for you.

     The three men creeped around the house, you had already moved into your art studio, smiling at the restocked supplies that Keller had sourced for you. It swelled his heart.

     Eventually the footage showed you having dressed and made your way back downstairs. You paused for a moment, wrapping your fingers around a nearby mug that you’d forgotten from breakfast.

     ‘Woah.’ Gemma breathed behind him as the footage showed you easily dispensing with the three men, kicking the last in the face to knock him out. ‘So, you’re a badass then?’

     Keller listened to you breathing a laugh. ‘No, not really. I just know basic self-defence that Richard taught me a while back. Nothing more.’

     Keller stopped the video and ordered a nearby agent to run facial recognition to find out who they were, before turning to you and sighing.

     ‘Are you okay?’ He asked, quietly stepping towards you.

     ‘I’m fine.’ You tried to assure him.

     Keller nodded, he felt restrained in a way, he wanted to be himself for your sake, but he was surrounded by the people he worked with and didn’t know where to draw the line.

     ‘Sir, I can take her to get cleaned up? Maybe see a doctor?’ Gemma said, tentatively.

     Keller just watched you, trying to make a decision.

     ‘You know,’ you decided to help him out. ‘It really is good that you’ve surrounded yourself with friends, Richard. I feel I’m in very safe hands here.’

     ‘You are.’ Keller nodded, gently taking your hand, looking down at the scrapes made from defending yourself.

     ‘Richard.’ You whispered, taking his attention back to your face.

     Keller sighed and gently pulled you in close to his body, stroking his hand through your hair and making sure he could feel you in tact. Somehow it helped his focus. He placed a soft kiss to the side of your head and pulled back.

     ‘Go with Gemma.’ He told you, despite knowing you’d already made your mind up over what you were going to do next. ‘I’ll be along soon.’

     ‘I know.’ You nodded and eventually followed Gemma out of the briefing room.

You knew Gemma would have a lot of questions, but she was doing well to keep them to herself.

     She took you to the infirmary to get checked, finding that most of the blood really was from someone else. Apart from a few scrapes you were fine, you knew you were, but it made your husband happy to make sure you were taken care of, so you were happy to comply.

     You smiled a little at Gemma who would occasionally stare at you like some exotic creature. You knew perfectly well why.

     ‘We met at an art gallery.’ You said, once the doctor left the private room you were being seen in. Gemma sat forward listening. ‘He was quiet, shy, never really one for being the centre of attention. Truthfully, I thought he was a bit of a bore. But, eventually, I got to know him, we went on a few dates, he told me he was some secret agent and I didn’t believe it at the time, but then some idiot tried to steal a painting and… Richard barely did anything, he was so calm and collected, he stopped the thief and helped keep everyone calm.’ You remembered the night well. ‘Suffice to say, I was intrigued after that.’

     ‘And then you married him?’ Gemma asked, listening to every word of the story.

     ‘Well, not without reluctance,’ you confessed. ‘The wife of the Director of SHIELD. Some title. It gave me pause for thought, Richard made clear it wouldn’t be the safest choice I’d ever make, but he promised he’d make it work no matter what I chose. We both had to make sacrifices for our marriage. He gave a lot more than I did, but still…’ you trailed off thinking on all the things you could never do because of the man you loved. Every day you believed it was worth it though.

     ‘All this time, we just thought he was lonely.’ Gemma shook her head. ‘Sorry, it’s just so weird to find out Director Keller has a wife.’

     ‘That’s okay.’ You chuckled. ‘The loneliness is my fault unfortunately. I travel a lot and Richard does get a little out of sorts. He does okay for the first week or two, but gets increasingly restless the longer I’m away.’

     ‘You travel for work?’

     ‘Kind of.’ You bobbed your head from side to side. ‘I’m a painter so the travelling is voluntary really, but I always wanted to see the world.’

     Suddenly the door burst open and Keller, looking slightly more panicked than he had done, came rushing in.

     ‘Are you okay?’ He demanded.

     ‘Darling, I’m fine.’ You sighed once again. ‘Clean bill of health, just some scrapes. Nothing to worry about.’

     ‘You promise?’ Keller needed to be sure.

     ‘I promise.’ You nodded, assuring him. ‘Are you okay?’

     ‘No.’ He let a steady breath go through his nose. ‘My wife was attacked and all I can think about is how I should’ve have gotten her the dog she wanted.’

     ‘If I’d known all I needed to do was get myself into a life threatening situation-‘

     ‘Don’t.’ He suddenly begged, stepping towards you, entering your personal space. ‘Please don’t say that.’

     ‘Okay.’ You breathed, realising he wasn’t ready to joke around just yet. ‘You need me?’

     ‘Darling, I always need you.’ Keller breathed, once again sliding his arms around you and holding you close.

     Gemma indicated that she would leave quietly, allowing you both to have a moment alone and you smiled appreciatively.

     ‘If you can wait a little longer,’ Keller spoke into your hair. ‘Fury is still picking the culprits up, you can stay in my office until I can take you home.’

     ‘Oh don’t worry about me, I can get back okay.’

     ‘It’s not really a question.’ He said, catching your attention. ‘The noise we heard last night, when you thought it was Mrs Denton’s cat? It was one of the suspects disabling a camera, clearly they didn’t know about the others.’ Keller pulled back, his eyes filling with water. ‘I’m sorry this is all my fault, they followed me to the airport when I picked you up yesterday. I’m so sorry my darling.’

     ‘Richard.’ You half laughed. ‘Never apologise for caring for me. Never apologise for that. I knew the life I was signing up for when I married you and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.’

     Keller just watched you for a moment, trying to decide something behind his eyes, it made you smile. Keller gently stroked your cheek before pressing his warm lips to yours. He was finally relaxing.

     You spent the rest of the day in his office, feeling mostly bored and unsure of what to do, but Keller took care of you. He took all his meetings in his office while you sketched at his desk, keeping yourself occupied. People would come in and sort of glance at you as if to ask ‘who the hell is she?’

     ‘This is my wife, she has security clearance.’ He would say in a commanding voice that you’d never heard before, and get whoever it was to get to the point quicker.

     Occasionally Gemma would pop to ask if there was anything you needed and your husband took pride in asking for the coffee you like the most. You would just smile at nod to Gemma, knowing Keller needed to feel he had control over every situation.

     ‘You need to relax, Richard.’ You said quietly once you were left alone. ‘You’re getting far too tightly wound and you’re snapping a lot. From the look on Gemma’s face, it seems to be out of the ordinary behaviour.’

     ‘Well, what do you expect after hearing my wife was nearly killed this morning?’ He snapped, making you raise your eyebrow.

     Keller could get away with snapping at junior colleagues, he could pass it off as being too busy or working to hard to engage, he could even get away with ignoring things completely if he so chose. But not with you.

     ‘I’m sorry.’ He sighed, taking his glasses off and closing his eyes for a moment. ‘I’m just angry.’

     ‘I can tell.’ You agreed, standing up to wander over to him. You gave him a moment, before gently moving his arm away so you could slide onto his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his temple, running your fingers through his hair. ‘How’s that?’

     Keller wrapped his arms around you, inhaling deeply. ‘Much better.’

     You stayed like that for another moment or two, until you felt him freeze beneath you.

     ‘What is it?’ You immediately asked in a sleepy voice. You were far too relaxed as well.

     ‘You’re shaking.’ He noticed, taking your hand to find you were in fact shaking.

     You almost laughed. ‘Well, the shock had to wear off some time, didn’t it?’

     Without warning, whatever delayed reaction you’d had to everything suddenly stopped and all emotion began flooding your system. Keller just held you, whispering how it would be okay, you would be okay.

     You believed him, but it was difficult nonetheless. You couldn’t hold back the tears forever, but it seemed you would get so little time to feel it. Another knock came to Keller’s door, you felt him sighing beneath you.

     ‘It’s okay-‘ you whispered.

     ‘It’s not.’ He countered, leaning up to kiss you. ‘But I appreciate you saying it is.’

     You smiled at your husband, slowly untangling yourself from his embrace and moving to look out of the large window in his office.

     You heard him going to the door and talk quietly to someone you vaguely recognised. The door closed behind you and you let a deep soothing breath go. You knew the emotions would catch up to you, you’d spent all afternoon trying to stop them, hoping you could hold on until you were back home for your husband's sake. But sometimes there was no holding back the tide.

     ‘Mrs Keller?’ Gemma called from the door, you sucked in a deep breath and turned to see the interesting young woman. ‘Do you need anything?’

     ‘I’m fine, Gemma.’ You smiled as best you could, moving to sit on top of Keller’s desk the way you always did when you were at home. It almost startled Gemma, no one sat on the Director’s desk. ‘I hope he hasn’t been too hard on you.’

     ‘Oh no, don’t worry about us,’ she said, tidying away a few files Keller had left on his coffee table. ‘The Director is usually a little snappy when he’s stressed.’

     ‘Well, I confess it’s not a side of him I’ve really seen.’ You frowned.

     ‘Really?’ She seemed shocked, making you chuckle. ‘I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant we all get stressed.’

     ‘True, but Richard doesn’t really bring the stress home.’ You shook your head, thinking about your husband. ‘It’s quite unusual seeing him in this light.’

     ‘I know what you mean.’ Gemma chuckled. ‘Honestly, the Director is great, we get along very well and I always feel like I can tell him if somethings wrong, he’s usually quite kind about things, but I’ve never seen him like this before.’

     ‘Like what?’ You tilted your head, intrigued.

     Gemma took a moment to find the right word. ‘Warm?’ She scrunched her face like it wasn’t right. ‘I don’t know, just… he’s very professional I suppose, so seeing him with you and being so…’

     You frowned in questioning.

     ‘Oh, I don’t know, he’s just behaving the way someone would behave when they’re in love, but seeing him do it… it’s very weird.’ She chuckled, making you smile as well. ‘I hope that’s okay to say.’

     ‘Gemma, I’m not your boss,’ you laughed. ‘You can say anything you like.’

     Gemma nodded, still collecting up files. ‘Well, in that case, I’m really happy he has you. I mean none of us thought in a million years that the Director would have a secret wife, especially not one so badass.’

     That made you laugh a lot more, but it did highlight the sore parts of your body.

     ‘Trust me, I’m not as badass as you think.’ You calmed down. ‘And I’m afraid the secrecy is necessary, I’m sure you can understand.’

     ‘Of course.’ Gemma nodded. She was probably one of the only people who could understand the demands of Keller’s job.

     After a moment, the man himself entered, carrying a file in his hand, he stopped when he saw you, observing you for a minute.

     ‘So, we know who it was,’ he started, slowly taking the last few steps towards you. ‘A team has been sent to neutralise the threat.’

     ‘Neutralise? That’s a very professional word.’ You smiled.

     ‘It is.’ Keller breathed a laugh. ‘But to put a dampener on things, I will be stationing a two man team outside the house every day for the next month. Just to make sure.’

     You sighed, not happy, but knowing it was necessary.

     Keller gently placed the file down and stroked your thighs, being careful with you.

     ‘I knew you’d hate that, so I am going to make up for it.’ He promised, you saw that glint in his eye that belonged only to your husband. ‘Tonight, I’m going to take you home, make you dinner, run a bath and I will not take a single piece of work home with me.’

     ‘Really?’ You frowned, suspiciously. ‘That does not sound like you at all.’

     ‘I promise, tonight I’m yours and that you are my only priority.’ Keller gently slid his hands up your jaw and placed a finely, soft kiss to your lips. ‘I’m so sorry this happened, darling. I’ll do everything I can to make sure it never happens again.’ He whispered against your mouth, placing another kiss.

     You were enjoying the moment, but a noise from where Gemma was still tidying broke the quiet. Keller’s head whipped around, clearly having no idea she was still in the room.

     ‘Sorry, I’m so sorry!’ Gemma was trying not to smile, but also trying to gather up the files. ‘It’s just you came in, I didn’t know when to leave, I’m sorry.’

     You placed your hand on your husband's chest, making sure he understood that none of it was a big deal and you felt him inhale calmly.

     ‘It’s okay.’ He sighed, you could tell he wasn’t angry, just a little embarrassed. ‘Don’t worry about it, just… could you make sure there’s a car outside for me? I think it’s time I took my wife home.’ Keller pierced your gaze with his. Those beautiful blue eyes that belonged to the man you loved.

     ‘Yes, sir.’ Gemma said, leaving immediately to call for a car.

     ‘She’s going to give me hell for that.’ Keller chuckled.

     ‘Good.’ You smiled. ‘Someone has to.’

     Keller gently stroked your hands, being careful to avoid the scrapes, but it was now the skin around the injuries that was sore as well.

     ‘That hurt?’ Keller frowned.

     ‘A little.’ You shrugged. ‘It’s just sensitive.’

     Your husband nodded and gently smiled. ‘Am I an awful person for being grateful for another opportunity to show you how much I love you?’

     You just chuckled, shaking your head. ‘Of course not.’

     He bowed his head slightly, before placing a kiss to your cheek, breathing you in. ‘You have a few decisions to make.’ His voice was low, the way it is when he knows you’ll love what he’s about to say.

     You frowned, pulling back to see him.

     ‘Whatever you want for dinner,’ he smiled, again stroking through your hair. ‘And… what kind of dog do you want?’

     You suddenly started laughing. ‘Richard, we can’t get a dog, what’s going to happen when I go away? Who’s going to look after it?’

     ‘In case this has passed you by, I am the Director of SHIELD, I can look after it here.’

     ‘Richard.’ You shook your head. ‘I am fine, we don’t need to get a dog.’

     Keller let his breath go, still smiling. ‘Okay.’ He said. ‘Are you ready to go home?’

     ‘I am.’ You nodded. ‘But seriously, if you’ve got work, please don’t hesitate to bring it with you. I know I’ve kind of set you back for the day.’

     ‘Darling, I know this is the first time you’ve seen me at work, but trust me, there is nothing this place can throw at me that will take priority over you.’ Keller placed another soft kiss to your lips. Somehow it grounded you, you believed every word he said.

     Your husband picked up his jacket, giving you his coat, despite knowing you didn’t need it, and you said good night to Gemma.

     There was a whole team waiting outside and Keller began speaking to them in a very professional tone, you gave Gemma a look almost mocking his other personality, making her stifle a laugh. Much to everyone’s surprise, including yours, Keller slid his hand down your arm, kissed your cheek and led you out of his office.

Gemma watched her boss leave, she had never seen him like that before. Usually a relatively cold and commanding man, it was a pleasant surprise to see his softer and gentler side.

     Fury creeped out from a corridor just after Keller left, eager to talk about what had happened.

     ‘Oh my god.’ Gemma mouthed, while Fury whistled.

     ‘Who saw that coming?’ Fury chuckled.

     ‘How the hell did he manage to keep her a secret all this time?’ Gemma just laughed, baffled by her boss.

     ‘No idea, but kudus to him.’

     ‘And she’s lovely. She’s a painter.’

     ‘A hell of a fighter. Keller must’ve taught her a thing or two.’

     ‘And they’re so sweet together.’ Gemma continued gushing. ‘Did you see the way he was around her? God, I could never have imagined him like that.’

     ‘What did you imagine him like?’ Fury frowned, making Gemma scowl at him.

     ‘Did you manage to track the guys who did this?’ Gemma sat up, moving a few things around in her desk.

     ‘Yeah, some gang that’s been watching Keller for a while now, we’ve been tracking them for a few months.’ Fury nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. ‘I’m kinda surprised Keller went to the airport himself to pick her up. It’s a huge risk just being seen with her.’

     ‘He promised her this time he would.’ Gemma told him. ‘It’s funny, the way she was talking about him, feels like there’s a lot of promises he wasn’t able to keep.’

     ‘The price of the job.’ Fury nodded.

     It dawned on the both of them just how difficult the marriage must have been, how in love you and Keller must be to continue down this path together, regardless of consequence.

A couple of months later, Keller had come into the office with a white German Shepherd barely six months old on a lead. He went about his day as usual and when Gemma entered his office to help him with a few meetings, she greeted the dog and asked how long you were going to be away for.

     Keller just smiled and scratched the dog’s head affectionately.

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[writteninlunarlight-years]

hi lunaaa i was wondering if u could do a character mashup for harry potter marauders era?

i’m female she/they and i am bi

i’m black i have dark brown eyes and long lower-back length braids. i have a long head but really high cheekbones. i’m 5’3” (160 centimeter). i have a small frame and a larger chest. i loveee to dress super girly (almost cottagecore or coquette) but i often time time find myself looking and acting a bit masculine

INFP(MBTI) and 9w1(Enneagram)

quiet, reserved , very private and don’t like to open up to people until i know them VERY well, sensitive, emotional, empathetic, self-effacing, good at giving advice, listener, my friends are very loud because i am so quiet(ying/yang), daydreamer

i LOVE photography, i love fashion and bows, i love gold and pearled jewelry, i love cherries and any kind of pasta, billie eilish, singing, science, online shopping, stuffed animals, baking

i hate hypocrisy, i hate food waste, i don’t like confrontation or arguing, i don’t liek tomatoes, i don’t like waiting(impatient), learning history, the sun/bright lights bc i’m practically a vampire

i have a really messed up family and i’m terrified of losing relationships or people i love even though i feel like i am 24/7(attachment issues) 🙂❤️‍🩹 i also love fighting hunger and food waste

sry that was a lot

~~~~~ MATCH UP ~~~~~

Before we dig into this one, I want everyone to hear me out. I am a massive fan of the opposites attract trope, which states that when you are with your opposite, you even each other out.

With that in mind, Anon, I pair you with------

James Potter

This man is loyal to a fault, has massive golden retriever energy, is a total hype king, and is a fantastic listener.

~~~~~ HEADCANON ~~~~~

When he first fell for you and tried to ask you out, you shot him down. I mean, he is a loud stereotypical jock guy.

This didn't stop him from asking all of your friends about you and learning about all your hobbies, likes, dislikes, and getting advice on how to be a better man for you.

He made it his personal goal whenever you were around to show that he wasn't always a loud, egotistical jerk.

When you finally gave him a chance, he pulled out all the stops. Not only did he take you to the nicest place in Hogsmeade, but he also took you to pick out all your favorite snacks and treats.

James loves all of your outfits you come out with, he is a hype king through and through. Though he keeps his excitement to himself when you are present so as not to embarrass you the minute you are not by his side, he is either telling his friends how cute you are or showing off the picture of you he keeps on him.

During a heated conversation between you and Sirius about Quidditch and how "a pretty girl" cannot play it, James took it upon himself to teach you.

You were surprisingly good at the game; he found it the most drop-dead gorgeous thing.

If his friends are being too loud and chaotic and he sees you getting uncomfortable, he will shush them down and change the topic to something you can join in on.

Man is convinced you are the woman he will marry, so he does everything he can to show you how much you mean to him daily.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

It was a lovely spring day at Hogwarts. With the year ending and summer break around the corner, everyone was so invested in finishing their exams. However, you can only do so much studying before you grow too bored. This led to you and the Marauders setting up a magic camera outside next to the Whomping Willow.

It was decided that you would pick everyone's outfits for the shoot, Lilly would do everyone's makeup, Sirius would knick the camera from his family home, and the other boys would convince the house elves to 'donate' some food for your afternoon out. Once everyone reconvened and got ready, the photoshoot could begin.

Picture after picture was taken, everyone goofing off and laughing at one another poses. Some photos were nicely done, whereas most were just you guys being goofy. As the photoshoot ended and your stomach growled, James walked up to you nervously. "Hey, Y/N, could we take a couple more pictures? Just me and you." You nodded eagerly and returned to the spot you were initially at. You heard a loud "Ready" from Sirius as you got ready to pose with James. As you turned, you saw James holding a big bouquet of flowers.

The photo that was captured was nothing less than ethereal. James was slightly bent while handing you flowers. Someone threw petals up around you two, and your smiles were infectious. Once Sirius had all the photos printed, this specific picture of you and James became the hallmark of your relationship. Not only because it was unique, but it's the only photo James will show to anyone willing to listen about his favorite girl.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You and James were perusing around Diagon Ally. As you came across a new jewelry story)

Y/N: Oh, James, let's go in there. I bet there is something pretty I can match with my new outfit.

James: They have plenty of exquisite jewels for a reasonable price.

(you two looked around, and your eyes landed on a gold necklace with pearls sparsely through it. Though the tag was too much, and you began to walk out)

Y/N: ah, if only it was meant to be.

James: What, Y/N, you mean this? (James pulls out the necklace you were eyeing, placing it around your neck) Only the best for my love.

[fyodoro]

heey. Thought about a hurt and comfort kind of thing with Ena, where she and the reader have a fight because the reader is basically worried about her, don't really talk for a while and then, Ena remembers how important they are to her. She finds them in Sekai and then she goes all mushy, but in her own way. And they are dating in this case. Hope that's not too complicated! :)

-> 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

You knew Ena had her moments, but things take a turn when you express your concern..?

With Ena Shinonome, gn! Reader

Cw) swearing, arguments, kinda short im srry anon…

It wasn’t a mystery to anyone around Ena that she wasn’t the most stable. It wasn’t rare to see her curse under her breath when the smallest thing goes wrong or for her to unintentionally take her emotions out on others or objects. But even that was only on the surface.

Beneath the surface isn’t something most get to see. Of course, her brother Akito has seen it plenty of times having to live with it, occasionally her fellow group members as well. But while you get to see what goes on, you also hear the reasoning and explanations behind it. The first time you witnessed it, it made you see Ena in a different light.

She gets very frustrated easily, and her coping skills aren’t the greatest. You always worried if things would escalate if you expressed your concerns. After all, Ena doesn’t take others concerns well. But sometimes, intervention is needed.

You were over your girlfriend’s place to spend time with her. Although she was doing her own thing most the time, she was still talking to you and including you in her work. It was simple yet sweet. Of course, this didn’t last as long as you’d like.

Ena was slowly getting more and more aggravated with her drawing. Thoughts like ‘Why isn’t it good enough, I messed it up, I hate it’ coursed through her mind over and over. The only thing keeping her from snapping is the fact you’re still in the same room as her. If you weren’t, she would have lost it hours ago.

You weren’t blind nor an idiot, you noticed the way Ena’s eye twitched at every stroke of her pencil, the way her scribbles got more and more aggressive. It wasn’t obvious to the untrained eye, but it was to you.

“Ena, why don’t you try taking a break for a bit? You’re getting… y’know, again.”

She ignored you at first, your words were only muffled compared to the ringing in her head. She heard you, but she didn’t wanna give up now.

“Ena, come on. It’ll still be there after a break. Come sit down with me.”

Without realizing, she roughly stroked the pencil across the paper just enough to snap it. When the pencil snapped, so did she.

“(Name)! Shut up! I don’t need you’re help or a break, just leave me alone!”

“I’m only trying to-“

“Help? Well look at what just happened. I wouldn’t have broken the pencil or messed up the drawing if it weren’t for you! You aren’t helping at all!”

“But I thought-“

“Get out!”

You didn’t have the energy to argue with Ena now, especially so randomly. You picked up your things and have a quick “Bye” before leaving her room. It wasn’t surprising to see Akito out of his room after all the noise, but maybe a bit surprising he was even home.

You didn’t know whether to tell him what just happened, ignore him, or say bye to him as well. But no matter what you did, he was still going to say something.

“Come back in about an hour or two, maybe three. She’ll regret it in a bit, I’m sure then she’ll wanna see you again.”

“Right.. thanks.”

Akito wasn’t home enough to hear when you and Ena argue, even if it isn’t often. But when he was there, he always gave you some kind of advice. It was nice of him, but you know Ena would probably kill him if you told her.

The whole walk home Ena’s words replayed in your mind. Were you really just ruining things? Messing her up? You knew she says a lot of mean things when she’s mad, but you’ve never gotten it this bad. The possibility of truth to her words made you feel uneasy.

But like her brother said- just come back in a few hours… just a few hours. Then it’ll all be okay. Just a few hours.

There wasn’t much for you to do that could pass the time faster, especially in this situation. Everything you did made your mind wander back to Ena. Maybe you could go back a bit early? Or maybe just give her this time to cool down. All the choices led to the same result, Ena.

A bright flash from your phone brought you back from your thoughts. Since when did you have flash on? You double checked your settings just to make sure, only to come across an Untitled song. Were you even listening to a song with no title? Doesn’t it need one in order to be released?

An even brighter flash went across your screen. ‘What the hell…’

A weird feeling went across your body, the feeling of going straight down on a roller coaster. The flash burnt your eyes a bit, to the point it hurt to open them. Rubbing them a bit to put them at ease, you’re gaze stumbled upon nothing.

It was… empty? Empty, dark and cold. But despite the emptiness, there was still noise, talking noise. It was hard to tell what direction it was coming from, considering it was sameness all around. But it didn’t take you long to recognize a particular voice.

“(Name)?”

“Ena?”

“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t have access to this place…”

This place? Ena was familiar with this place? Where even is it?

“This is (Name)? I was worried I’d gotten the wrong one, but looks like it’s the right one.”

Is that fucking Miku? Hatsune Miku? She looked so different… her blue hair was grey and her eyes were hetero chromic. If it weren’t for the recognizable robotic voice, you wouldn’t have guessed it was her.

“Ok, there’s… a lot of explaining to do. But can that come later? (Name)- I’m so sorry. I should have never blown up on you like that and you didn’t do anything wrong.”

Her apology sounded as genuine as can be, and she already looked like she just finished crying. You’d forgiven her the moment you left her home, but now you understand why you did.

“Ena it’s okay. I knew you didn’t mean anything you said- you were just angry. I’m sorry if I was pushing you out of your comfort zone, but I was really worried about you. I just wanted you to take a break for a bit.”

“(Name)…”

She pulled you into a hug, which you gladly accepted. You were just happy Ena was feeling better. Even if it was in the strangest of places.

After all, it was just you and her against the world, even if that world is a vast void of emptiness. As long as it’s Ena, anything is fine.

[duskandcobalt]

Hiii, Santa here! Sorry for disappearing, it's been quite a few busy days, but I'm back with my questions hehe

Btw the anon ask about Elain wasn't me, but thank you for using the acotargiftexchange tag anyway because the more I know, the better! 🤍

Since you've mentioned it in that post, my first question is, Earth magic witchy Elain? Could you elaborate? I'm not sure I've ever heard that one before and now I'm curious 👀

Here's what I already wanted to ask:

1. Since last time I asked this about Elain, now I gotta ask about Azriel to make it fair. What's your favorite thing about him and is there anything you don't like?

2. How are we feeling about Christmas vibes in the fic? Or would you prefer a more everyday kind of vibe? And since we're on the topic of vibes, I was thinking of going with a fluffy fic because, well you know, it's Christmas. But if you'd rather read something else, please let me know 🙏🏻 I'm here to please

3. Is there anything you think you have in common with either Azriel or Elain? Passions, hobbies, personality traits… anything

4. How did you get into the ACOTAR books and fandom?

This time they're all acotar related, I'm sorry 😭 I have so much I'd like to ask but I don't want to flood you with questions, so I'll stop here since there are already so many (but I'll be back soon 😈)

Hope you have a lovely weekend!

-🎅🎅🎅

Hi Santa!! I’m so sorry it’s taken me five years to reply to this but I’m here now 😊

Okay re: earthy/witchy Elain… I am obsessed with the idea of Elain have some sort of witchy powers and working with herbs etc and I think she may also have some sort of power of life if that makes sense? I’m honestly horrible at explaining things but if you want to know what I’m on about, @wingedblooms has incredible theories that they’ve put heaps of time into explaining beautifully!

Onto your questions…

1. My toxic trait is that I loooove a quiet, mysterious man that doesn’t say much and is lowkey terrifying and Azriel ticks all those boxes. They’re like a little puzzle to solve and I love a challenge that has major potential to hurt me …. But!! I love that he really sees and understands people and you can tell that he genuinely cares for the people around him and even though he doesn’t talk much, he’s always listening and learning. One of my favourite things in the world is Azriel’s relationship with Nesta - the way I cried when he gave her the book light for solstice and she hugged him should be studied 😭😭😭 it’s one of my favourite parts of the whole series.

There’s not much I don’t like about him, to be honest - at least nothing that I can think of off the top of my head! I guess regifting the necklace wasn’t his brightest moment but in the words of Lana Del Rey, 🎵you’re just a man… it’s just what you do 🎵

2. I LOVE a fluffy, Christmas vibe!! Azriel canonically loves a holiday, who am I to deny him of a fluffy moment 🎄

3. I have so much in common with them, I think that’s why they’re my faves bc I feel like I know them personally 😭 I looove baking and cooking and I love to do things for people. I love a grandma craft. I don’t think we know much about Azriel in way of hobbies but I’ve decided he loves music and so do I. I am also a big time quiet friend (in real life, idk why I can’t shut up online), listener not talker, and so will dole out advice when necessary a la the spymaster so we’ve got that in common

4. I don’t even know!!! I’m so late to the game, I was a big lit fic girlie (still am) but my friend was reading the first one and I’d seen it all over TikTok and I am SO easily influenced… I picked it up July 8th last year and I’d finished all of ACOTAR and ToG by August 15th 😅 it’s a high I’ve been chasing ever since and it reignited my long lost love for reading so I’ll forever be thankful to it… plus it led me back to writing and this amazing community

I’m sorry I’ve yapped again!! Hope you enjoyed this novel lol

ILY!!!

[peonyb]

Previous anon here! Sorry I took so long, I was kinda distracted. I've gone through one path out of several I want to check, but it gave me enough info to form some thoughts...

So I went w/ Welling first— they're so?? cute??? I've loved them since the first time I played and it hasn't changed at all. They have this steady feel to them that's so genuine in their desire to help MC, it must be like landing on solid ground after being up in the air not knowing what's going to happen next (poor MC by the way). I also must absolutely mention the hand-holding bits because they made me feel giddy... and how gentle and protective they are with MC in comparison to other people (sorry not sorry Anastasia!).

Other thoughts I had— I really wish Fendon would be kicked in the head by a horse, Priestess Velrose seems quite cool (if MC has Light Affinity will they be able to ask her for advice? 👀) and I'm DREADING the outcome of them going back home. Their parents were literally hoisted by their own petard for what they did, MC can't do anything to stop it and now they'll possibly be left alone if both of their parents are arrested or, if they managed to sense trouble from that family chat with MC, run away to become fugitives. Either way... Knowing the whole truth won't be that easy.

I do, however, have some theories! I will send them in another ask, to not make this one so long. In short, I loved the update and I'm looking forward to reading the next part when it's ready!

— L 💜

Welling feels a strong connection with the MC from the very beginning. The strength of it catching even them off guard. And no matter how their relationship with the MC progresses, they’ll remain genuine in their want to help and support! The hand holding was definitely a highlight for them though lol and they tried hard to temper their own giddiness.

Nooo, not kicked in the head hahaha. Fendon is pretty awful though I won’t lie.

A light Affinity MC could ask Velrose for help, but I’m afraid she’d only be able to share general knowledge (how best to focus or interpret visions). This is mostly because clergy members are lent their divine magic while light Affinities yield it. So her way of channeling divine magic would be very different than the MC’s!

The MC definitely has it tough right now, but it won’t all be bad!

I’m glad you liked the update! And I enjoyed reading your thoughts. I mostly test the game myself (and only on occasion lovingly force a friend or family member to read it lol) so it’s always good to have other thoughts and opinions to let me know what’s enjoyable, intriguing, or even confusing! Thank you for taking the time to tell me!

[crescentofthegods]

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pairing: james potter x muggleborn!animagus!fem!reader

request: Hi! How are you doing? If it’s alright, can I please request a female muggleborn Gryffindor reader watching Bambi with James Potter? ~ anon

word count: 1,686 words

warnings: FLUFF, set during the christmas holidays of sixth year, mentions of bambi's mother's death (honestly so heartbreaking even if we didn't see it)...

author's note: before reading this request, i hadn't watched bambi EVER (i know, it's a literal crime), so i watched it because i didn't want to get anything wrong with this request and i imagined james being completely distraught after the death of bambi's mother because he imagined the reader as her whilst watching so YEAH. also, i'm not fully in the marauders fandom (i've read atyd and art heist baby - both fics are utterly heart wrenching but so good), so i don't know if james knows what a tv is, but pretend he doesn't! btw, i'm literally so happy someone requested for a marauder, i hope you like it, anon! 💘

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JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER was twitterpated, but he didn't know that yet. He had plucked up the courage to meet your parents during Christmas break. Your parents were Muggles, meaning he would have to do more than be his charming self. You loved your parents dearly, and you’d do anything for them. So when they asked to meet your Quidditch-obsessed Wizard boyfriend, you just couldn’t say no.

And, for once in his life, James Potter was nervous. He stood outside your door for at least twenty minutes, wondering how he would greet your parents. He spoke with his friends, Sirius, Remus, and Peter, before he Disapparated to Bristol, where you resided. However, James ignored Sirius’s protests, knowing that his idea would be too much of an exaggeration.

So, he took Peter’s advice, which was simple, but it made the most sense.

“Just be yourself!” Peter sighed, shrugging. “You’ve charmed everyone you’ve ever met. It won’t be different with [Y/N]’s parents.”

James sucked it up, knocked on the door, and was welcomed into your humble abode by your father (unfortunately, your father didn’t let James in properly until he ensured your boyfriend had the right intentions).

James also had to compose himself after seeing you in a ruby red dress, which flowed above your knees. He didn’t know how he did it, but he achieved it.

An hour later, he had won the hearts of your parents gallantly. James had enjoyed your mother’s pot roast and vowed he’d come over often (if your father allowed him).

Currently, James sat on your comfy bed, tilting his head at the massive cube you were meddling with. He crossed his arms, pushing his glasses up as he gave up, muttering under his breath.

“Did you say something, my love?” you asked, glancing at him as you pressed several buttons on what James perceived as an even longer cube.

“I was just wondering what in Merlin’s name is that?” he replied, his tone exasperated as he stood beside you with crumpled eyebrows. “Why is it glowing?” Your lips curled at his confusion, refraining from the urge to giggle as you cleared your throat, putting the remote down once you found the right channel.

“It’s called a television, darling,” you smiled, taking his hand and sitting him against the headboard. You made yourself comfortable, your eyes lighting up once you saw that the movie was beginning. As you laid your head on James’s chest, he remained adorably confused.

“[Y/N/N], love, I still don’t understand what you’re on about,” he sighed, looking down at you as you laughed, taking his hand.

“A television is an incredible invention where you can watch movies,” you answered, your eyes lighting up once you saw the movie title arrive on the screen, “And, right now, we’re watching Bambi!”

“What’s a Bambi?” James replied, his tone innocent as you shook your head. The opening theme began playing as your smile grew.

“It’s a name for a fawn. Trust me, you’ll like it!”

“Fawn?” he muttered, “Like a younger version of a stag?” You nodded, seeing a grin form across his lips as he turned his head towards the television. You looked at James, smiling to yourself before beginning to pay attention to the movie, relaxing in his warmth.

Forty minutes into the film, you and James approached the scene where Man shot Bambi’s mother after being caught eating a bit of grass in the snowy meadow. So far, he enjoyed the film thoroughly, making jokes about your Animagi (his Animagus was a stag, while yours was a doe), which were incredibly awful, but you laughed nonetheless.

Unbeknownst to you, James had imagined you as Bambi’s mother and him as Bambi’s father (he gathered that the Great Prince was Bambi’s dad since the fawn was named ‘The Young Prince’), which, for some reason, made the film more entertaining. The thought of beginning a family with you was always music to James’s ears. 

As the monstrous scene unravelled before you, you scratched your neck, noticing a crease in James’s forehead as the fawn and the doe sprinted towards the woods after the first gunshot.

James was a courageous person who wasn’t afraid of anything, yet you were slightly cautious of him breaking down after seeing this scene.

“[Y/N]…” James began, uncertainty lacing his tone as he leaned forward. “Do not tell me that Man is going to—”

Gunshot.

As Bambi continued running for his life, his mother didn’t follow. Slowly, your eyes met James’s expression, deflating when you saw his distraught countenance.

“James…?”

“This is just absurd—”

“I know—”

“Man could’ve shot any other doe in the forest, and he chose Bambi’s mother?”

“Let’s not say things like that, shall we—?”

“This makes no bloody sense. Why is Man so cruel—?”

“Well, that’s just what poachers do—”

“Shouldn’t he be sent to Azkaban for this—?”

“JAMES!” You exclaimed, James’s eyes snapping towards you with raised eyebrows as he looked back at the television, frowning slightly before turning to you.

“Promise me you won’t get shot by whatever poachers are,” he muttered, his hands on your shoulders as you furrowed your eyebrows, beginning to laugh.

“What—?”

“Promise me—”

“Why would bloody poachers shoot me?” You guffawed, confusion etching your face as he tutted loudly, shaking your shoulders.

“As an Animagus! You are a fricking doe—”

“James, that will never happen. Never in a million years—”

“PROMISE ME—”

“OH MY GOD, FINE!” you yelled, leaning against the headboard as you sighed frustratingly at your boyfriend’s dramatic antics. “I promise I won’t get shot by poachers as an Animagus…” Your voice trailed off as you saw James’s expression. “And as a human.” You watched James ponder for a moment as you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow at his thoughtful expression.

“I’m not satisfied.”

“Why did I decide to go out with you—?”

“Swear in Amora’s name.” Your jaw dropped at his sudden statement, your hand aching to grab the pillow behind James so you could suffocate him.

“You want me to swear on my dead cat’s life?” You gasped, starstruck, as he shrugged hesitatingly, leaning away from you. “What’s next, an Unbreakable Vow?”

“It couldn’t hurt—”

“JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER—”

“OKAY!” He pressed his back against the headboard as you held the pillow above him, slowly lowering it when he put his hands up in mock surrender. You pressed your lips together, putting the cushion down, satisfied with James’s relieved sigh.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he frowned at your offended expression as he pulled you onto his lap, causing you to sigh. “I’m just very protective of you.”

“Hm, I’ve noticed,” you hummed, remembering when James and the other Marauders hexed a group of Slytherins after they called you various vile names (you can guess what the most evident insult was). “But I will not get shot up by a group of poachers. And how do I know you aren’t going to get hunted by them in your Animagus form as a stag?” You countered, your lips curling as you awaited his response.

“Because I’m profoundly intelligent—” You dramatically gasped at his statement, your mouth falling open.

“Did you just call me dumb—?”

“I would never do that, darling—”

“You just did—”

“I didn’t mean it like that—”

“I will kick you out of this house right now,” you threatened, pointing an accusing finger at him as he grinned lazily, glancing at your lips before looking into your eyes.

“Your mother wouldn’t allow that,” James winked as you gasped again. You grabbed the pillow, climbing off of him before bashing his torso, causing the brunette boy to laugh as he lay on the bed, shoving him repeatedly.

“Wait until I tell my dad you’re flirting with my mum,” you teased, causing James to immediately sit up, widening his eyes as he smiled nervously.

“You wouldn’t—” You gave him a pointed look as he nodded, looking down before peppering your face with kisses, making you squeal as you giggled, attempting to push him off you.

“You slick bastard,” you guffawed, sitting up again, “We’ve missed most of the movie now,” you joked, not noticing his shocked expression.

“Go back, please,” he pleaded, grabbing your hands while kissing your knuckles. You smiled at his behaviour, taking the remote as you rewind to the scene you were on, allowing James to lay his head in your lap. His eyes were glued to the television as you bit your bottom lip, running your hands through his curls as he sighed contently, peeking at you through his glasses.

“We’ll have our own Bambi one day,” James grinned cheesily as a faint blush appeared on your cheeks, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

“We could try right now,” you whispered teasingly, snickering as his cheeks flushed, his eyes flitting to your bedroom door.

“Your parents are downstairs,” he replied in a hushed voice as you covered your mouth, practically dying with laughter.

However, as you laughed away with the subtle tunes of Bambi playing in the background, James couldn’t help but admire the wide smile written on your face, smiling with you, regardless of your mocking.

James was, as Friend Owl just stated, twitterpated. The term was practically the definition of your and James’s relationship. During fifth year, in the middle of spring, he was minding his own business, walking under the cherry blossom trees on the Hogwarts grounds, when he saw you sat against one, scribbling away on a piece of parchment. You suddenly looked up, noticing he was staring at you and only you, so you smiled, blushing before you waved him over to the spot next to you. 

The rest was history. Day after day, he became weak in the knees after catching a brief glimpse of you. Day after day, his head was constantly whirling just by hearing your voice. Day after day, he felt light as a feather as he trailed after you, walking on literal air as you did your own thing.

You had knocked James for a loop.

He’d completely lost his head.

And he was not ashamed.

James Fleamont Potter was proud of himself. After all, who wouldn’t want to be twitterpated?

fun fact! amora (the reader's dead cat 😔) is the name of my oc for the hp book i'm writing :)

[little-autumn-serenade]

hey, I saw that wip you posted to the fremione tag, and, well... i'm an artist myself, so i know how annoying it is to ask for criticism and have everyone just go "👍". But I also don't wanna overstep or anything, so if you're Not Interested, please delete this without reading further. I absolutely love the style you choose for fred -- it's obviously practiced and its pretty, you clearly know how that style works.

When doing a more painterly style, though, it's vital to use value to its fullest extent. Maybe you hadn't shaded it yet, and if so: my bad; its only that when painting, typically i don't do shading separately in order to understand the colours fully. (my docs are all literally maximum 5 layers and my other artist friends think i'm insane though so maybe that's a me thing i just like seeing the colours mix)

mixing shades and hues together in painting means the eye needs larger contrast to discern other shapes and shadows (I say this with experience: I primarily make digital portraits which mimic oil paintings). If you use a sort of a dark-light-dark-light repeating pattern to emphasize shapes, your painting'll look more settled. (its the lack of lineart that requires this.) contrast in the values is where painting styles really show their stuff: if you want to paint, that's what you learn, and that's where you start.

For example, and assuming a light source in a sort of behind-camera-to-left position, from left to right: hermione's face near fred's jaw will be dark, next to a lighter patch, with a dark shadow defining her nostrils and under her nose (the nostrils are always the darkest part of a portrait; this also helps draw the viewer's eyes), with the shadow of her nose shading the right-center of her face to the right of her nose, a lighter triangle on the right side of her face, and a darker shadow as the roundness of her cheeks no longer catches the light, instead her hair catches the light until it falls behind other hair, rendering the back of her head in shadow. likewise, under her chin is also fairly dark, but her chin and lower lip will be light, her upper lip and under her nose dark, the tip of her nose light, the bridge of her nose darker, her forehead light, her hair dark. Focus on the planes of the face and where light would naturally bounce.

Looking at some of your other art, you do seem to shy away from intense values, so some unsolicited advice (not that all of this isn't unsolicited) that one of my arts teachers once gave me: look at your piece in grayscale. maybe squint a little. if you can't tell where one shape ends and another begins, try adding value. you might not notice it with all the bright colours everywhere, but value is the backbone of any visual art.

Other than that, you chose a rather subdued brown for hermione's skin, and the saturation and redness of the blush colour is a high contrast: try adding more red/brown to the base colour of her skin, darkening her skin, lowering the saturation of the blush, or perhaps choose more of a cooler red. (or a combination of those)

Overall, I really like your art. I think you have a good grasp of anatomy and artistic and stylistic choices are a wonder to see. I look forward to seeing your art develop as you explore other styles and become more experienced as an artist. Keep making anything.

Hoping I didn't bugger this all up, hmsmiracles (on anon for sideblog reasons) (really very nice and very anxious about sending this. i mean no ill towards you. i am being genuine. please don't hate me)

@hmsmiracles hello, darling! Can I firslty say that this very much was well received and I don't hate you and I thank you for this because you wrote this in such a lovely way!

I generally feel weird getting critiques because most people don't provide help! This felt like reading useful feedback I could use and at no point did it feel horrible to receive!

In fact I want to thank you for taking the time to write this because there are so many good pointers in here and it is refreshing to have someone provide guidance without being overly critical and for that guidance to be helpful and practical!

I know that next time I create a painting i'm going to be referring back to this and trying to use it to help me to improve!

Thank you for being so lovely with your feedback and so positive and so so helpful! You didn't have to take the time to do this and I'm thankful that you did!

[lemonluvgirl]

PROMPT REQUEST!! ❤️❤️

[Post-mj, growing back together]

katniss goes down on peeta for the first time?? Bonus if she asks advice from johanna beforehand and johanna being johanna, goes into explicit detail causing katniss to panic HAHAHA LOVE YOUR WORK ❤️❤️❤️

bonus pt. 2, if Peeta returns the favor 😏

Alright anon. I’ve been working on this all week. So I hope you like it. Also this song I Was Born to Love You  by Ray LaMontagne was the track I picked for this fic. The lyrics: 

You’re the only one I can talk to  The only one I can really read  I know you give because you want to Don’t you think its time to let yourself receive? 

really resonated with me when I was writing this story. 

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"And then what?" Katniss asked in a choked whisper.

"Well, once it's in your mouth there are only a few things to worry about. First of all, try not to choke. You don't want to take too much at once, especially on your first try. Just fit however much feels comfortable in your mouth. Remember to leave a little room for thrusting. He may get excited if it feels really good. If that happens, and it's too much for you, pull back a little and use your hand to cover the rest. Use a rhythm you already know he likes in tandem with bobbing your mouth up and down. It's basically like giving him a hand job while using your mouth to stimulate the head of his penis. You've jacked him off before right?" Johanns asked very matter of factly.

Katniss felt like her face was turning scarlet at Johanna’s words. She probably looked like a bright red beacon broadcasting her embarrassment to the world. She cringed self consciously even though she was alone in her kitchen and Johanna couldn’t see her over the phone. This conversation was seriously testing her comfort limits. And yet, she had to finish it. There was literally no one else she could ask about this kind of thing.

"Yeah, I've um," Katniss couldn't quite bring herself to use Johanna's crass name for the method she had been using to bring Peeta pleasure lately, "used my hand on him before." Katniss finished, thinking about how she had just used her hand on him this morning, and he had said thank you by using his mouth on her. Twice.

That was Peeta for you though, always giving twice as much and never really asking for anything in return.

It made Katniss feel, well not exactly guilty. More like his selflessness spurred her to forget her own insecurities and focus on how much she wanted to give back to him the same kind of pleasure he gave to her on a regular basis. Her only problem was her lack of knowledge and experience. Hence, the call to Johanna.

"Then you already know how to work that aspect. Just keep a steady rhythm. Remember to breathe through your nose. If you’re feeling confident and you already know he likes to have his balls played with, or his ass grabbed while getting stroked then try adding that in as well. But whatever you do, don't use your teeth! Most guys don't like it, and even if they do it's got to be done with a very light touch, and only someone with a fair amount of experience can usually pull something like that off. So stick to using your tongue, hands, and some moderate suction. Right now your main objective is simply to cover the basics." Johanna advised.

"But what if he wants something exciting instead of basic and-" Katniss asked in a nervous voice.

"Brainless, he's probably gonna lose his shit three minutes in. If he can last that long. No need to get fancy. Trust me. Just pay attention to his cues."

"Cues?"

"Cues, tells, signals, you know the things he does when he's about to come."

Katniss thought for a moment about the way Peeta's breathing changed, the way he tilted his hips, and made little noises every time he got close to finishing.

"You do know what his tells are, don't you?"

"Of course I do." Katniss bit back a little indignantly. She and Peeta had been slowly but surely progressing further in their intimate relationship for a while now. There was hardly a night where his head didn't end up between her thighs and she didn't stroke him to completion. Many nights it happened more than once. 

Johanna just chuckled at Katniss’ obvious annoyance.

"Well, alright then. Good to know you've started paying attention to the guy, finally. Now there's only one more thing we need to cover."

"What's that?" Katniss bit back angrily, growing more frustrated because of Johanna’s subtle digs. 

"The finale, of course! If you’ve been getting hot and heavy with Loverboy like you said then you ought to know what I'm talking about, Brainless!"

Finale? Katniss wondered to herself, bewildered. She had no idea what Johanna was talking about. The only finale she could think of was the showdown between the final two competitors in The Hunger Games. Which was not something that she wanted to remind Peet of while they were...

At her prolonged silence, Johanna started snickering and then she started talking again.

"You know, the end of the night fireworks, the volcanic eruption, the bursting of the dam...” 

“I think I-” Katniss tried to interrupt but Joahnna just spoke over her.

“The explosion at the yogurt factory, the erection ejection, the-” 

“I GET IT JOHANNA!” Katniss’ shouted indignantly. It was immediately followed by loud cackles coming from the other side of the phone line. 

“Glad to know you’re up to date on the lingo, Brainless. But tell me this, have you decided what you want to do with said finale when the time comes?” 

“What do you mean? Like swallow it or something?” Kantiss asked, voice barely above a whisper, and extremely nervous and strained sounding. She knew some people did that. But she wasn’t sure she wanted to try it. The thought kind of terrified her.

“Swallow, spit it out, pull back and let him come on your tits or stomach, the possibilities are many.” Johanna replied with a lazy sounding hum.

Katniss was positive she could actually hear Johanna grinning at her discomfort over the phone. 

“I hadn’t really thought that far ahead, actually.” Katniss admitted. It was enough for her to juggle the logistics of all the things she was supposed to do to get Peeta to orgasm.

“Well, you should really think about it. It could happen pretty fast….. Anyway, I’d better let you go. I’m expecting a call from my head doctor at 2, so...” 

“Yeah, of course. Sorry to keep you-and thanks again, for all your....help.” Katniss replied. She cringed again at how awkward she sounded, like she had just thanked Johanna for lending her a book or something benign like that. 

“No problem, and Katniss?” The teasing tone suddenly left Johanna’s voice and Katniss waited breathlessly for whatever she said next. 

“He’s crazy about you, and he’s going to love this.” Johanna said so sincerely that Katniss was caught off guard for a moment, but then Joahnna had to go and ruin it by adding, “So even if you screw up, and don't get him off he’s still gonna think the sun shines outta your ass, no matter what.” Johanna finished with a loud belly laugh and Katniss groused at her to shut up. She reluctantly thanked her again, in a grudging tone and promised to call back tomorrow and fill her in on the results. It had been the price Johanna had enacted for all her ‘help’. 

The call clicked, and ended and Katniss was left alone in the kitchen with her thoughts. 

She mentally went over Johanna’s checklist in her head a few times, after she ran through the instructions on how to get things started there was nothing else to do but shower and wait for Peeta to come home. 

~

Peeta returned home promptly at 5:30, as usual. He washed up and they had a light dinner while discussing their respective days. Katniss left out her phone call to Johanna, because she wanted to surprise Peeta later. 

After working on the plantbook for a bit, Katniss felt anxious. She wasn't able to concentrate properly so she feigned being tired and suggested they retire to bed early. Peeta lifted one of his eyebrows in surprise, clearly not buying her over dramatic yawn, but he followed her up the stairs just the same. 

Once inside the bedroom Katniss had to get a hold of her nerves. She allowed Peeta to use the bathroom first, and scurried to her closet to take a deep breath. She tried not to think of all the many ways this could go wrong, and instead focused on finding what Johanna had called a ‘mood setting outfit’. 

There were an array of possibilities, her closet was literally still stuffed with clothes that Cinna had made for her before he--

Katniss shook her head to clear it of melancholy thoughts. She had spent many a day mourning Cinna and his prodigious talent for creating things of beauty with needle and thread. She and Peeta had vowed not to wallow in grief and instead to remember and treasure the good memories and beautiful things left behind by the ones they had lost. 

Cinna had no doubt come to the conclusion that one day she would wake up and realize that she loved and wanted Peeta just as much as he did her, and he had diligently crafted several beautiful night gowns with more than just comfortable sleep in mind. But those Katniss felt had always been meant to be used on their honeymoon. It just didn’t feel right to use them now. 

Maybe someday, if Peeta ever decided to ask her again, for real....

Focus! Katniss told herself sternly, as she recalled Johannah’s advice. 

Since you’re not the type to casually tell a guy to drop his pants, you’ll have to get your intentions across some other way. It could be as simple as giving him a certain look, or even wearing something sexy to bed.

While Katniss wished she knew just what look to give Peeta to communicate her desires wordlessly, she knew she just wasn’t that good. Yet. 

So she cast around for ideas until her eyes landed on a shirt that lay on the floor of the closet, near the hamper. It was a plain white shirt that belonged to Peeta, that he often wore around the house and to sleep in. It was a piece of clothing that she often borrowed from him in the morning when she couldn’t find her own clothes and was too lazy to go hunting for them behind the bed.  

It was large and soft and comfortable. Plus, it smelled like Peeta. Like his skin and his bath soap and the lingering traces of his baking spices. Just heavenly. 

She undressed quickly and took off her slippers. Then she gingerly unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor, and she grabbed the shirt from the hanger and slipped it over her head. Nervousness and excitement flooded her body at the same time and her hand shook a little when she turned the knob to exit the closet. 

She found Peeta in bed. The main overhead light had been turned off and only the bedside lamp was on. Peeta was already reclining atop the sheets and reading a pamphlet about the new laws governing opening small businesses. His chest was gloriously bare and his gray cotton sleep pants hugged his trim hips deliciously. 

Now that the world had changed and she was convinced that she would actually get to keep him after all, she had stopped being so afraid of staring at him. 

She drank in the strong lines of his body. Every part of him was beautiful despite the lines of fire that licked across his body and left behind their mark. Now that he was hers, she could admit that just the sight of him made her want. Deep in her bones, there was something that ached for him in an ancient way that went beyond words, sometimes beyond thoughts. 

She just knew that Peeta belonged with her, to her, and she to him. 

He looked up, as if he sensed her, and Katniss felt her breath catch at the movement. The way his breathtakingly blue eyes roamed up and down her body made her feel a million things at once. 

“I love it when you wear my shirt.” He stated, his eyes catching on the naked skin of her thighs and lingering there before returning to her face. 

“I know,” Katniss replied, more confidently than she felt. She walked towards him slowly, just as Johanna had instructed, to draw out the tension. 

You gotta build the anticipation. Give him a naughty look and then walk over really slowly. Make his head spin with possibilities. Once you've got him thinking about sex you're halfway there.

Katniss heard Johanna's advice playing in her head as she tried to sway her hips seductively with each step. It was a good thing the distance from the closet to the bed was relatively small. 

She managed to make it to the corner of the bed before losing her balance. She covered up her stumble by leaning forward on all fours so she could inch her way towards him. He hadn’t seemed to notice her failed attempt at seductive walking.

Katniss watched as Peeta’s eyes darkened in real time, and his pupils expanded outwards to drink in the sight of her crawling across the bed to him. 

“What are you up to?” Peeta questioned, when she swung one leg over to the other side of his hip and sank down to straddle him. 

“I just wanted to try something.....” Katniss replied evasively, and before he could ask another question she sealed her lips over his and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. 

Peeta moaned into the kiss, his hands reaching out to bracket her hips and pull her down over him. Katniss sighed in relief. 

Kissing Peeta put Katniss at ease. It was something she knew how to do by now very well, and she took some time to revel in the softness of his lips and the tantalizing flicks of his tongue before breaking off and moving in a downwards trajectory. 

She kissed his strong, square jaw and down his neck, lingering for a bit over his pulse and nipping at his ear until she could feel him stirring beneath her. He was half hard by the time she kissed across his collarbone and by the time her mouth reached his stomach he was rocking against her subtly from underneath. 

She looked up at him from under her lashes as her hands moved to pull down the waistband of his pants, and his breath caught. 

She knew the image he was likely seeing was a new and unexpected one. She had helped undress him before, but not in this position, with her mouth so close to his cock. 

“Are you--? I mean do you want to? Katniss?” Peeta’s flustered questions made her cheeks heat, but the desire and hopefulness in his eyes was easy to read. 

Once you start getting each other naked cut the chit chat down to a minimum. When the clothes come off it should be all feeling. Skin on skin, the way he smells and tastes, the way he moans your name. The only conversation required should be some dirty talk. If you're up for it.

Johanna's voice reverberated in her thoughts. Peeta had often used her name when they were in bed together but he'd never said anything explicit or dirty. Katniss wondered if by taking this new step that might change things between them...

She wasn't sure if she was in favor of that or not. She’d never done any of this before but she thought there was a good chance that if it was Peeta who was whispering naughty words to her in the privacy of their bedroom she might enjoy it. 

So in answer to his question, Katniss just bent down and took the elastic band of his underwear in her teeth and proceeded to gently tug them down. 

“Shit, holy shit.” She heard Peeta murmur and his excited, almost disbelieving tone made her chuckle softly. 

With a little help from him, his boxer briefs came off quickly. 

Once he was naked, Katniss sat up and slowly inched his shirt off her body as well, leaving her only in her plain cotton underwear. 

Peeta groaned out loud, and whispered her name like a plea when her breasts came into his field of vision and Katniss smiled a small, secret smile, pleased that something so simple could affect him so deeply. 

But then again, didn’t he have the same effect on her? She looked down at his hard length, thick and swollen with want and she squeezed her thighs together to relieve the ache seeing him erect and ready caused in her. 

She wanted to touch him, taste him, make him feel good. 

But all of Johanna's instruction went out the window the longer she stared at his erection. She forgot how to even start. 

How was she going to get it all in her mouth? And what happened if he thrusted too hard and made her gag? Would she throw up? Something gross like that could traumatize both of them. What if he wanted her to swallow? She didn't think she was ready to do that!

"Uh, Katniss? Where did you just go right now?" Peeta's voice broke her out of her internal spiral.

She looked back up at him, wide eyed and blushing in embarrassment. She hadn't even begun and she had already messed up.

"I'm right here." Was the only thing Katniss could think to say.

Peeta gave her an incredulous look.

"You know you don't have to do this. I don't expect you to go down on me just because I like to go down on you." Peeta told her in a serious voice.

Katniss cringed at the conclusion he had drawn. She obviously had been putting out some kind of signal that had been interpreted as reluctance. She felt terrible.

"That's not it! I really, really want to do this! Not just for you, but for me too!" She cried in frustration.

Peeta eased her off his lower half and sat up then.

"Okay, then talk to me. What's got you so..."

“I just…forgot how to start! I’ve been going over and over what Johanna said to do in my head all night long and I forgot the first part!” Katniss finally admitted, unable to look up from the bedspread to meet Peeta’s gaze. 

“You asked Johanna? For advice about…us?” Peeta’s amused reply ignited fury in her. 

“Because I don’t know how to do any of this…complicated sex stuff!” Katniss spat, and crossed her arms over her breasts. Peeta followed the motions of her arms and his brow furrowed in confusion. He looked momentarily put out by her covering her chest up, but he quickly returned his eyes to her face. 

“Complicated? What’s complicated about it? It's just you and me. It doesn’t matter what we do Katniss, as long as it's just us and it's because it's what we want.” 

“Yeah, you say that but what if I take too much of you in my mouth too quickly and I gag? Or throw up? What if I can’t find a good rhythm or I accidentally scrape you with my teeth?! Johanna said guys hate that!” Katniss argued. 

Peeta got that amused look back on his face. 

“Katniss, if any of those things happen, we’ll deal with them.” 

“But what if I’m not any good or-” Katniss continued pouring out her doubts.

“Katniss.” Peeta said more firmly, as he placed his hand on her forearm. 

“I won’t ask you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Nothing in our relationship is ever going to be forced or coerced for either of us again. Now, if this is something you actually want to do, we’ll take it one step at a time. You don’t have to worry about impressing anyone. It’s just me and you, and ours is the only opinion that matters.” 

Peeta’s words got through to her, as they always did and suddenly her swirling and confusing thoughts settled and her mind became clear and steady once more. 

“Lay back.” She asked him with a small smile, her confidence returning. 

Peeta looked momentarily surprised. 

“Please,” Katniss added and that seemed to move him. He reclined gently against the pillows and watched as Katniss sat between his thighs. 

She began to kiss the tops of them, her lips tickled by his coarse but nearly invisible leg hair. She reached up to massage his balls gently as she kissed her way up his legs, something she knew he liked from her previous experience exploring his body when she only used her hands. 

When her mouth reached the crease between his hip and groin the earthy, spicy scent of him grew stronger and she flicked out her tongue tentatively to taste him. 

His breath hitched at the tiny wet sensation, so near to where his erection was coming back to life. The closer she got to his cock, the harder he got. Katniss could practically feel the anticipation rolling off him in waves. He was probably imagining what her mouth would feel like on him. She was just as eager to experience it as well. 

She had been wanting to do this for him for a while. 

So when she kissed the last bit of space before she reached the base of him, she pulled back and looked in his eyes, to tell him just that. 

“Peeta, just so you know, I want this. I want to do this for you, and with you. You make me feel so good all the time. So happy, and safe. I just want to give this to you right now, because I want you to feel just a little bit of how happy and alive you make me feel everyday.” Katniss told him, and she only waited a second to register the look of utter adoration he gave her in return before she descended on him, laving her tongue along his length from root to tip. He tasted interesting. The fluid that leaked from his tip was slightly salty, but his skin smelled like his shower soap and that indefinable Peeta-ness that she associated with him alone. He was hot, and hard in her mouth, but his skin was so smooth and silky. She could feel his texture even better on her tongue than when he was in her hand. 

“Oh, fuck.” She heard him say in a shocked but pleasure filled voice when she flicked her tongue out to circle and dance around his head, so she did it again. Then she started exploring.

She licked him, without self consciousness, teasing around the crown of his head, along the path of his veins, in the crevice between his foreskin and his shaft, everywhere. 

Soon he was swearing to a long forgotten creator, and whoever was listening. Then she wrapped her lips around his tip, sealing him in the wet cavern of her mouth and he let out a groan so tortured and full of pleasure that Katniss felt wetness seep out of her body and soak her underwear. 

She hadn’t anticipated how arousing it would be to be the one giving the pleasure in this way. She did what felt natural, and added her hand to cover the rest of his thick shaft that didn’t fit in her mouth, and when she got a good rhythm down she began to add suction. 

“Oh! Fuck! Please suck it like that, please!” He begged in a ragged voice and Katniss obliged him readily. 

“Baby, you’re so good at that,” Peeta panted as he reached out to run his fingers in her hair. “I don’t know why you were so--Ah!--so nervous!” Peeta praised her and Katniss looked up at him through her lashes without stopping her ministrations. 

“Oh my fucking—Just look at you! Fucking beautiful! Sucking my cock so damn-ah-so-so-good!” Katniss felt her breathing pick up at Peeta’s words. 

So that was dirty talk? She felt her cheeks heating even more and her clit literally throbbing with need. She had to break off from sucking for a second to get her breath back, so she used her hand to keep pumping him. She squirmed on the bed restlessly before moving to straddle one of Peeta’s legs, then she resumed sucking him as she rubbed her soaked panties along Peeta’s thickly muscled leg. 

“Is this making you wet? Oh, god, Katniss…I’m gonna eat you out so good after this. I’m gonna fucking live between your thighs until morning. You just wait.” Peeta promised and it only made her redouble her efforts. 

She alternated between longer periods of sucking and quick pauses to lick around the head of his cock, never stopping the movements of her hand. 

Then she felt it. The change in Peeta’s breathing. The subtle angling of his hips. The more primal sounding edge to his moans. 

“Katniss, I’m gonna come, move baby,” Peeta said in a thick voice. 

Katniss suddenly, stubbornly, resolved to see things through. 

She knew what a little bit of him tasted like. Johanna had described the clear fluid that had leaked from his tip as precome. That hadn’t been so bad. So, Katniss thought she’d probably be ok letting him finish in her mouth. 

“Katniss,” Peeta warned, as he pushed back on her shoulder, trying to dislodge her. 

But she resolutely remained, bobbing her head and moving her tongue along the underside of his cock as she sucked. 

She wished she could have watched him as he got closer, but she got caught up in the moment and forgot to open her eyes, navigating mostly by the feel of his body’s responses and the sounds he made.

“Fuck, fuck! I can’t—Ohhh…..yeah, god, baby, take it. Take it all…..” Peeta moaned the words brokenly as he gently palmed the back of her head and thrust in just a little at the end. His cock pulsed inside her mouth and she actually felt each twitch on her tongue. Her mouth filled with each spurt of his cock, and it happened so fast that she could barely angle her mouth in time so that it pooled on top of her tongue instead of shooting down her throat. 

That was when Katniss realized that semen actually tasted different than precome. A little saltier, definitely thicker, and also slightly metallic? 

She had never tasted anything like it and it wasn’t actually something she was expecting, so while Peeta collapsed boneless and sated into the mattress, groaning, she gingerly got up and slipped into the bathroom to spit the stuff out into a towel, which she then promptly tossed in the dirty towel hamper. 

She looked at herself in the mirror after wiping her mouth. 

She looked flushed and bright eyed and slightly dreamy. If she didn’t know better she would have sworn she had been the one to just orgasm. 

At the thought of orgasm, Katniss felt a small proud smile creep onto her face. It widened into a full blown grin when she remembered just how enthusiastic Peeta had been and how much he seemed to like everything she did. 

Johanna’s going to be so surprised I went through with it. Katniss thought to herself smugly. 

She had actually really enjoyed herself, and she knew that the days of only giving Peeta handjobs were at an end. 

“What’s taking so long in there? The night’s not over yet, Sweetheart. And I’m nowhere near done with you.” Peeta’s voice interrupted her thoughts loudly. 

Katniss smiled again, as she made her way back to the bathroom doorway. She leaned against the frame and tossed Peeta a cocky grin before replying. 

“Right back at ya, Loverboy. I hope you’ve recovered there, because that was fun. And I might just want to get in a little more practice before I hand over the reins.”