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Heaven on earth

(Minnie X Miyeon X Male Reader)

The stage lights dimm to a roar of applause, the crowd chanting their names like a battle cry. Minnie takes one last bow alongside her groupmates, before retreating backstage. The adrenaline coursing through her veins makes her legs feel shaky, but the energy of the fans carries her forward.

“That was... insane."

Miyeon pants, her arm slung over Minnie’s shoulder as they stumble towards the dressing room.

“Best crowd yet."

Minnie agrees, clutching her water bottle like a lifeline. Her voice is hoarse, her chest heaving from the effort of their two-hour performance.

Soyeon, ever the composed leader, walks beside them with effortless grace. Not a strand of her hair is out of place, her makeup still flawless despite the intensity of the concert.

“You two look like you’ve been hit by a truck."

She teases, flashing them a smirk.

“Feel like it too."

Miyeon groans, collapsing onto the couch as soon as they reach the dressing room. Minnie follows, slumping into the cushions beside her.

“How do you do it?”

Minnie asks Soyeon, who has already begun touching up her lipstick at the vanity.

“You’re like a robot or something.”

“Discipline."

Soyeon replies, capping her lipstick with a flourish.

“And knowing how to recover properly.”

“Recovery?”

Miyeon rolls her neck.

“If you’ve got some secret, now’s the time to share it. My entire body feels like it’s falling apart.”

Soyeon turns to them with a knowing smile.

“I might have just the thing.”

She reaches into her designer handbag and pulls out a small, elegant black-and-gold card. She tosses it onto the coffee table, where it lands with an air of finality.

“What’s this?”

Minnie asks, picking up the card. The text was embossed in gold, reading:

"Heaven on earth."

Beneath it is a residential address in one of Seoul’s wealthiest neighborhoods.

“A massage parlor?”

Miyeon asks, sitting up and squinting at the card.

“Not just any massage parlor."

Soyeon says, returning to her seat with a graceful ease. “It’s exclusive. Appointment-only. The kind of place you’d never find unless someone like me pointed you in the right direction.”

“And you’ve been?”

Minnie flips the card over. It is blank on the back.

“A few times."

Soyeon replies with a sly smile.

"Trust me, it’s worth it. They’ll have you feeling like new.”

“Sounds expensive."

Miyeon says, though the intrigue in her voice was clear.

“It is.”

Soyeon stands up and grabs her bag.

“But you get what you pay for. Oh, and if you decide to go, ask for Mr. Shin.”

“Who’s Mr. Shin?"

Minnie looks up at her.

“The best therapist there."

Soyeon says, her smile turning mysterious.

"You’ll see.”

The next afternoon, Minnie and Miyeon find themselves driving through a quiet street in Cheongdam-dong, a neighborhood known for its old-money charm. Unlike the flashy high-rises of central Seoul, this area has an understated elegance. The houses are large, each tucked behind manicured hedges or stone walls, their gates hinting at secrets rather than wealth.

“This can’t be right. It looks like someone's house."

Minnie murmurs as the car pulls up to an unassuming white stucco house. Miyeon checks the address on the card again.

"But it’s the right place.”

The gate opens automatically, revealing a beautifully landscaped front yard. A small pond glimmers in the afternoon sunlight, its surface dotted with lily pads. Wisteria climbs the side of the house, its purple blossoms trailing like draped silk.

“This is way too fancy for a massage parlor."

Minnie steps out of the car, followed closely by Miyeon.

A woman in her thirties greets them at the door. Dressed in a tailored black suit, she exudes a calm professionalism that seemed incongruous with the cozy facade of the house.

“Welcome to Heaven on Earth."

She gives the two of them a polite bow.

“You must be Miss Miyeon and Miss Minnie. Please, come in.”

The interior of the house is just as luxurious as the exterior, though it feels more like a curated gallery than a home. The floors are polished dark wood, the walls painted in soft neutrals accented with minimalist art pieces. A chandelier made of cascading glass droplets hangs in the entryway, casting soft rainbows on the walls.

“This way."

The woman leads them down a hallway to a spacious lounge.

The room is an embodiment of indulgence. A sunken jacuzzi bubbles softly in the center, steam curling lazily into the air. To the left, an L-shaped sectional sofa surrounds a sleek glass coffee table, while to the right, three armchairs are arranged around a low, polished wooden table. In another corner, a mahogany bar holds crystal decanters filled with amber liquid.

“This is... not what I expected."

Miyeon's voice is tinged with both awe and confusion.

“Where’s the massage table?”

“The setting is designed for your comfort. Please take a moment to fill out these forms while we prepare for your session.”

She hands them clipboards with thick, gold-edged forms. Minnie and Miyeon exchange a glance before sitting down in the armchairs to fill them out.

The first page of the form is standard enough. Name, age, and medical conditions. But as they turn the page, the questions become stranger.

“‘Do you prefer a calming or commanding energy?’”

Minnie reads aloud, her brow furrowing.

"What does that even mean?”

Miyeon glances at her form.

"‘How important is discretion in your experience?’ That’s... oddly specific.”

“It gets weirder."

Minnie says, pointing to a section labeled Personal Comfort Preferences.

"Physical boundaries: open to touch, selective, or exclusive?’ This doesn’t feel like a normal massage parlor.”

Miyeon hesitates, then shrugs.

“Maybe it’s just rich people being extra. You know how Soyeon is about her fancy things.”

They continue filling out the form, though the questions make Minnie feel increasingly uneasy. The final page asks if they’d like to request a specific therapist.

“Soyeon said to ask for Mr. Shin."

Miyeon writes his name in the blank field.

Minnie follows suit, though a part of her wonders what exactly they are signing up for.

After a while, the receptionist returns to collect the forms, her smile never faltering.

“Thank you. Please make yourselves comfortable. Mr. Shin will join you shortly.”

The lounge grows quiet after the receptionist leaves. Miyeon pours herself a drink from one of the decanters, swirling the amber liquid in a crystal glass before taking a sip.

“This is the fanciest waiting room I’ve ever seen."

She settles onto the sectional sofa.

“Soyeon was right about it being exclusive.”

“It’s more than fancy."

Minnie says, pacing the room.

“It’s weird. There’s no massage table, but there’s a jacuzzi, a bar, and enough furniture to host a party. Doesn’t this feel... off?”

Miyeon hesitates, glancing around the room.

"A little, maybe. But if Soyeon comes here all the time, it can’t be that bad.”

Minnie opens her mouth to reply, but the door opens before she could speak. A tall man steps inside, and the atmosphere seems to shift.

His clean, dark suit seems to fit him perfectly. Miyeon notices his broad shoulders. His warm, but piercing eyes. His welcoming, but professional smile.

“Miss Miyeon. Miss Minnie."

He bows slightly.

“I’m Mr. Shin. Welcome to Heaven on Earth.”

Minnie and Miyeon exchange a glance, suddenly unsure of what exactly they've signed up for.

Mr. Shin’s presence fills the room, calm yet imposing. He stands by the door for a moment, his dark eyes seem to look them up and down for just a second. His polite smile widens just enough to feel both professional and unnerving.

“Please, make yourselves comfortable. We’ll begin shortly.”

You gesture towards the seating arrangements.

Minnie and Miyeon hesitate before moving to the L-shaped sectional. The rich cream sofa feels almost too soft, as though it might swallow them whole. Minnie shifts uncomfortably, her senses tingling as you walk towards the bar.

“Would you like a drink to help you relax?”

Your question is directed at Minnie, after seeing that Miyeon has already helped herself. You pour a measure of amber liquid into a crystal glass without waiting for a reply, then place it on the coffee table in front of them. The way your hands move - controlled, deliberate - makes Minnie's stomach tighten.

Miyeon reaches for her own glass, but Minnie stops her with a light touch on her wrist.

“Maybe we should wait.”

Minnie says, her voice low. Something about the situation feels too orchestrated, too precise.

She sees you raising an eyebrow, your expression unreadable.

“Of course."

You say, stepping back.

"The choice is always yours.”

Minnie’s pulse quickens. The words seem innocuous, but there was an undertone to them that she can't quite place.

Your posture remains impeccable as you take a seat in one of the armchairs.

“I’ll need to review your preferences before we begin."

You pull out a tablet from a discreet drawer in the coffee table. Tapping the screen, your eyes scan whatever notes have been transcribed from their forms.

“You mentioned physical tension and overall fatigue."

Your gaze flicking briefly to Miyeon.

"Is there anything else I should know about what you’re hoping to achieve today?”

Miyeon blinks, caught off guard by the directness of the question.

“Uh, just… to feel more relaxed, I guess.”

“Relaxation is our specialty."

You turn towards the other woman.

“And you, Miss Minnie? Any additional concerns?”

Minnie hesitates, her instincts screaming that something isn’t right. But she can't deny the lingering ache in her body from the grueling schedule they've been under.

“No, just the same. Relaxation.”

“Perfect. I-"

You get interrupted by the door being opened. Ms. Lee, the receptionist, bows politely in the women's direction.

"I apologize."

She looks at you.

"I have one of your regulars on the line."

You smile, standing up in one fluid motion.

"Please excuse for a minute."

Miyeon nods in understanding.

When the door clicks shut behind you, Miyeon lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.

“Okay, is it just me, or is this the strangest massage parlor in existence?”

Minnie nods, leaning forward to whisper.

“Did you see that form he was looking at? Why does a massage therapist need that much detail about ‘intimate boundaries’?”

“Maybe it’s like a medical thing. You know, to avoid lawsuits or something.”

She doesn't sound very convincing.

“Maybe."

Minnie mutters, though the uneasy feeling in her stomach refuses to go away.

A mischievous smile plays around your lips when you reach for the door. The one who just called was Soyeon. She only confirmed what you already expected. The two women don't know what kind of place this is. It's always fun having someone new, who slowly figures it out over time. The older woman asked you to properly take care of them. The way you usually take care of her. Which means you'll need to move them to the room next door eventually.

You step back inside the lounge, two large white towels hanging off your arm. After neatly placing them on the sofa, you keep standing.

“Before we proceed, I’d like you both to relax fully. The body cannot release tension unless the mind is at ease.”

You gesture toward the jacuzzi, its bubbling water glinting like liquid gold under the low lighting.

“You’re welcome to use the jacuzzi to begin loosening your muscles.”

Minnie and Miyeon exchanged a glance. The suggestion seems innocuous enough, but there is something in your tone that makes Minnie’s skin prickle.

“I think we’re fine here."

She says quickly, crossing her legs and sinking deeper into the sofa. The plush cushions envelops her, but she feels no comfort.

Miyeon, however, seems more willing to indulge. “It does look tempting."

She admits, though she makes no move to stand. “But maybe later.”

You nod, your expression neutral. How long is it gonna take until they figure it out? Should you be more straightforward?

“As you wish. Comfort is always a priority at Heaven on Earth.”

Miyeon picks up her glass, taking a cautious sip. She tries to hide her own complex thoughts. Everything looks so professional. And yet it feels odd, almost mysterious. The lack of massage tables, a jacuzzi, the fact you're wearing an expensive looking suit and not a uniform or something. It all has her mind racing. And yet, she doesn't feel threatened or scared. After all, Soyeon seems to be here often.

Minnie hesitates before taking her own glass, her eyes scanning the room for anything that might hint at what this place really is. The furniture, the lighting, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine - it all feels carefully curated, but for what purpose?

As they sit in silence, you lower yourself into one of the armchairs across from them, your posture impeccable. You rest your hands on the armrests, your fingers tapping lightly as though you are gauging their reactions.

“This space,"

You begin, gesturing subtly to the room,

“is designed to help you shed the weight of external pressures. It is a sanctuary for those who give so much of themselves to the world.”

Your words are soothing, almost hypnotic, but Minnie’s unease only deepens. She glances at the bar, at the jacuzzi, at the way the chaise lounge seems positioned as if it is waiting for something - or someone.

She finally breaks the tension.

“So, uh, how exactly does this work? I mean, it’s not like any massage place I’ve ever been to.”

“We believe in offering more than just physical relief. Our approach addresses the whole self - body, mind, and energy.”

Miyeon leans forward, intrigued despite herself.

"And what does that mean, exactly?”

“It means we tailor every experience to the individual. To their needs, their desires. No two sessions are the same.”

Minnie’s grip tightens around her glass. The way you said desires sends a shiver down her spine, though she can't explain why. She exchanges a glance with Miyeon, who looks intrigued but wary. “C-Can you explain that further?”

Minnie asks, her voice tinged with skepticism.

“Everything here is tailored to help you rediscover yourselves. As performers, you expend so much of your energy giving to others. This space is designed for you to receive.”

The way you said receive makes Minnie’s stomach tighten. She shifts in her seat, her unease mixing with a strange curiosity. Miyeon, meanwhile, seems more relaxed, her posture softening as you continue.

“To begin, I’d like to help you release the tension you’re holding."

Leaning forward, your gaze settles on Miyeon first.

“May I?”

Miyeon hesitates, glancing at Minnie before nodding.

“I... guess?”

You move with deliberate grace, taking Miyeon’s hand in yours. Your touch is warm but firm, your thumb pressing lightly into her palm.

“Tension often begins here. The hands carry the weight of everything we hold onto.”

Miyeon’s breath hitches slightly as you begin to massage her hand, your fingers working expertly over the delicate bones and tendons. She closes her eyes, leaning back against the sofa.

"Wow. That’s... really good.”

Minnie watches, her wariness deepening even as she feels a twinge of envy. There is something intimate about the way you work, you focus entirely on Miyeon. It is professional, yes, but there is a closeness to it that feels almost too personal.

“Miss Minnie, may I assist you as well?”

Your words have her comeback to her senses.

Minnie hesitates, but Miyeon’s relaxed expression seems to reassure her.

"Okay."

She offers her hand to you.

Your touch is the same. Firm, deliberate, yet oddly tender. As your fingers press into her palm, she feels the tension in her muscles begin to melt away, replaced by a strange warmth that spreads up her arm. It isn’t just physical. It is as if the room itself shifts, the air growing heavier, more charged.

You guide them gently, your voice steady as you are now standing behind them. The session transitions into a guided relaxation exercise, with you encouraging them to let go of their insecurities, to embrace the moment without judgment.

As the atmosphere grows more intimate, your touch lingers a fraction longer, your voice dipping into a lower register. The boundary between professional and personal begins to blur, and Minnie finds herself caught between unease and a strange sense of surrender.

“Your bodies carry so much tension."

Your hands moving to Miyeon’s shoulders.

"You deserve to feel free.”

Miyeon’s eyes flutter shut as she leans into your touch, her breathing deep and steady. Minnie watches, her chest tightening as the charged atmosphere wraps around them like a cocoon.

When your attention turns back to Minnie, your touch is as deliberate as before, but there is a new intensity to it. A quiet demand for trust.

“You’re holding back. Why?”

“I don’t know."

Minnie whispers, her voice barely audible.

“Let go. Allow yourself to feel.”

The air in the lounge seems to grow thicker, the scent of sandalwood and jasmine wrapping around Minnie and Miyeon like an invisible tether. You move with the same deliberate grace, but your presence has changed. It is no longer just calm. It is commanding, almost magnetic.

“You’ve been carrying this tension for too long.”

Once more you move onto the older girl. Miyeon tilts her head back slightly, her breath hitching as your hands begin to knead the muscles at the base of her neck. Your touch is expert, but there iss a weight behind it now, a quiet insistence that seems to demand more than just physical surrender.

Minnie watches, her heart thudding in her chest. She wants to say something, but the words catch in her throat. There is something about the way you move, the way your voice fills the room, that makes it impossible to look away.

“Relax."

Your hands sliding down to Miyeon' upper arms. Your fingers brush against the edge of her collarbone, lingering just long enough to make her shiver.

"You deserve to let go.”

Miyeon’s eyes flutter shut, her lips parting as she exhales slowly.

“That feels... really good."

Her voice barely a whisper.

“And you, Miss Minnie."

You say, your tone now carrying a quiet authority. “You’re still holding back.”

Minnie’s pulse quickens as you step closer to her. “I... I’m not sure."

“You don’t have to be sure."

You reply, your voice soft but commanding.

“You only have to trust me.”

Before Minnie can respond, you reach for her hand. Your grip is firm yet gentle, your thumb brushing over her knuckles in a way that makes her skin tingle. You guide her to stand, your movements deliberate as you position yourself behind her.

“This isn’t just about touch. It’s about connection. About giving yourself permission to feel.”

Minnie’s breath hitches as your hands rest on her shoulders. Your fingers press into the tense muscles there, drawing a gasp from her lips. Your touch growing firmer as you work your way down her back.

“Good, you’re starting to let go.”

As your hands continue to move, Minnie feels a flicker of something unfamiliar. An awareness that goes beyond the physical. Her cheeks flush as your fingers brush against the curve of her waist, your touch straying just enough to make her wonder if it was intentional.

Miyeon, meanwhile, has leaned forward slightly, her head resting in her hands as you return your attention to her. You kneel in front of her, gesturing Minnie to sink back into the sofa, your hands sliding up Miyeon's calves to her knees.

“Tension gathers here too."

You look up at her.

“May I?”

Miyeon nods, her cheeks pink.

"Yes."

Your hands move higher, kneading the muscles just above her knees. Your movements are precise, but there is a deliberateness to them that makes the air between them feel electric. Your thumbs press inward, just shy of the hem of her dress, and Miyeon inhales sharply.

The silence in the room is broken only by the soft hum of the jacuzzi and the sound of breathing. You rise to your feet, your presence towering over both women as you step back slightly.

“You’re both carrying more than just physical tension. There are walls you’ve built around yourselves. They’re keeping you from fully releasing.”

“What do you mean?”

Miyeon's voice shaky.

“Allow me to show you."

You reach for the top button of your tailored jacket, unfastening it with slow, deliberate movements. The sound of the fabric sliding over your shoulders is almost deafening in the quiet room.

Minnie’s eyes widen as you set the jacket aside, revealing a crisp black shirt that clings to your frame. You roll up your sleeves, exposing strong forearms that seem to radiate power and control. The simple act feels charged, as though you are peeling away more than just clothing.

“Relaxation requires vulnerability."

You reach out to Miyeon. Your fingers brush against the strap of her dress, sliding it off her shoulder with a precision that feels both practiced and personal.

“It requires trust.”

Miyeon’s breathing quickens, but she doesn't stop you. Her cheeks flush as you repeat the gesture on her other shoulder, her dress slipping slightly as your hands move to her collarbone.

Minnie’s throat feels dry as you turn to her, your gaze penetrating.

“And you, Miss Minnie. Are you ready to let go?”

Her heart pounds as you reach for her, your hand resting lightly on her jaw. Your thumb brushes against her cheek, sending a jolt of heat through her.

“I... I don’t know."

She admits, her voice trembling.

“You don’t need to know. You only need to trust me.”

And as the line between professionalism and intimacy blurs, Minnie and Miyeon find themselves stepping into uncharted territory, their inhibitions slipping away under your guiding touch.

“You’re so used to holding everything inside. Your body carries it all. Your fear, your doubt, your desire.”

Your voice makes Minnie's breath quicken.

The last word linger in the air, heavy and deliberate. Minnie feels her cheeks flush, but she can't look away from you.

“Let me help you."

You say, your voice dropping into a deeper register. Your thumb traces the line of her jaw before your hand moves to her shoulder, your fingers brushing the edge of her neckline.

“You don’t have to hold onto it anymore.”

Minnie’s breath hitches as your touch grows bolder, your hand sliding down her arm. She feels a strange mix of apprehension and anticipation, her mind racing even as her body seems to respond instinctively to your presence.

You turn your attention back to Miyeon, who sits on the sofa, her posture tense despite the warmth in her cheeks. You move with the same measured grace, kneeling in front of her again, your hands resting lightly on her knees.

“You’re more open. But you’re still holding back.”

“I’m not...”

Miyeon starts, but her voice falters as your hands move higher, your thumbs pressing into the soft flesh above her knees.

“You’re used to giving up control in small ways, but not fully. Not here.”

Your hands slide up further, brushing the hem of her dress as you lean in closer.

“Trust me.”

Miyeon’s breath quickens, her lips parting slightly as she nods. Your hands move to her hips, your fingers firm but careful as you guide her to relax against the cushions. Your movements are deliberate.

“You’re starting to feel it.”

Minnie’s heart pounds as she watches the interaction. There is something mesmerizing about the way you move, the way you speak, the way Miyeon seems to melt under your touch. But there is also something deeply unsettling. Something that makes her question whether you have gone too far.

Before she can process her thoughts, you turn your attention back to her. You rise to your feet, your presence towering over her as you extend a hand.

“Stand."

Minnie hesitates, but the weight of your gaze compels her to obey. She places her hand in yours, her legs trembling slightly as you guide her to stand in front of you again.

“You’re stronger than you think."

Your hand moves to her lower back. The pressure of your palm is firm, steady, grounding.

"But strength doesn’t mean closing yourself off.”

Your free hand moves to her waist, your fingers brushing the fabric of her dress. You're close now. So close that she can feel the heat radiating from your body, the faint scent of your cologne mingling with the jasmine and sandalwood in the air.

“You’re holding your breath. Let it go.”

Minnie exhales shakily, her body softening under your touch. She feels your hands shift, one sliding to the curve of her hip while the other moves to her shoulder. Your movements are slow, deliberate, giving her just enough time to process but not enough to resist.

“Good. Now, let me show you what it feels like to truly release.”

Your voice is barely above a whisper.

Your movements grow bolder, your hands exploring the boundaries of her comfort with the precision of someone who knows exactly how far to go. Your fingers brush the small of Minnie’s back, trailing up her spine in a way that makes her shiver. Your touch isn’t rough, but there is a dominance to it. A quiet insistence that makes her heart race.

Miyeon, still reclining on the sofa, seems completely under your spell. Her dress has slipped lower on her shoulders, and she makes no move to adjust it as you returned to her side. Your hand moves to her thigh, your fingers pressing into the soft flesh just above her knee.

“You’re doing well. But you can give more.”

Miyeon’s breath hitches as your hand moves higher, your touch deliberate but never hurried. She closes her eyes, her body sinking further into the cushions as she lets herself be guided by you.

Minnie watches, her chest tightening as the tension in the room reaches a breaking point. She feels your hand on her waist again, your touch grounding her even as her thoughts spin out of control.

“You’re thinking too much. Stop thinking. Just feel.”

Minnie closes her eyes, her body responding to your words even as her mind screams at her to pull away. But it is too late. Your lips meet hers.

Once again, only the jacuzzi breaks the silence. Minnie's whole body is frozen. Miyeon looks at the two of you with wide eyes. Your sudden move has them both stunned. But to Minnie's own surprise, she can feel her body trying to reciprocate the kiss. Her lips almost move on their own. Why isn't she stopping this? She should pull away, say something. But her body refuses. Instead, she sinks even deeper into your touch.

As the blonde deepens the kiss, you slowly let your hands wonder along her waist. Miyeon bites her lip as she watches you feeling Minnie's ass. Your sudden advance stirs something unexpected inside her. Jealousy? Curiosity? She can't tell, but the older girl's body seems to edge closer on its own.

The two of them have gotten used to your touch. Their bodies reacting positively to every one of your movements. When you finally do break the kiss, Minnie leans back. She can feel your hands on her ass and yet, she can still feel the professionalism in your eyes. Not that horny look she sees in some men's eyes when they walk past her. But a look that makes her curious as to what the next step is.

Her breath hitches, when your left hand moves to the front. It almost seems like a coincidence as it slips beneath the long brown skirt. Minnie's eyes are still focused on yours. You place your hand right above her core. Only her underwear separates your hand from her snatch. But you don't apply pressure, or start to move your hand further. You just hold it there.

Leaning closer again, you let your lips brush against hers, before kissing her cheeks instead. Minnie holds her breath, when she hears your voice.

"Be good girl."

You nod towards the space on the sofa, right next to Miyeon.

"Touch yourself."

Pulling back, you can see all kinds of different emotions reflected in Minnie's eyes. Surprise, uncertainty, and a hint of anger. But her look is too soft. She already feels good, her body relaxed. Why not relax her mind as well?

"Trust me."

Your words already seem so familiar to her. Minnie decides to go with the flow. Unconsciously, she finally realizes what is actually going on here. This is not a massage parlor. At least not an ordinary one. Soyeon must know what place this is. Minnie sinks into the sofa, doing her best to give up control. Soyeon said, you're the best.

Miyeon's cheeks show a deep red as you focus on her. Just like Minnie, she comes to her own realization. She isn't just paying you for a massage. She is paying you for...for sex.

"May I?"

Like before, you ask Miyeon for permission.

She hesitates, but eventually nods. Holding her breath, she expects a kiss from you as well. Instead, you kneel down again. But this time, it's not your hand on her thigh. You plant a kiss right above her left knee.

Miyeon looks down on you, slowly exhaling. She feels an odd mix of disappointment and excitement. Another kiss, above her right knee.

She feels your trail of kisses move along her thighs, alternating between left and right. With every step forward, she lets out a weak gasp.

Reaching the hem of her black dress, you glance at Minnie. She didn't get rid of her skirt yet, but you see that her hand has disappeared underneath it. Her eyes are half closed, looking back at you. Her lips are slightly parted as if she's letting out a soundless moan.

Miyeon instinctively reaches for your wrists as you slowly reach for the hem of her dress.

"Trust me."

Your smile makes Miyeon hesitate. She can feel the sincerity, the professionalism. You aren't a random guy who is taking advantage of her. You're just doing your job.

When her grip loosens, you push up her dress. You expose more and more of her porcelain like thighs, until you expose her core. The sight almost has you surprised. Miyeon must have assumed that she'd change into a proper massage outfit anyway. So she didn't bother wearing underwear. You have to stop your urge to just dive in. Her lips slightly glisten with building arousal. You catch a hint of her clit, almost begging you to take care of it.

Focusing back on her thighs, you start right where you left off. You earn a disappointed sigh, which is quickly replaced by slight moan. Miyeon's beautiful voice accompanies every single one of your kisses, until you finally reach her center.

You start to hear Minnie properly moaning now. You can only guess how she must feel, watching how her friend is going to get eaten out right in front of her. She is still moving her hand relatively slow, showing how relaxed her body really is.

When you finally reach Miyeon's pussy, you decide to give it a long, steady lick from bottom to top. A loud, drawn out sigh leaves her body. Another lick earns you another sigh. The third one makes her moan. You let your hands glide along her thighs as you bury your head between them.

Miyeon's eyes flutter shut as she feels your tongue roaming her pussy. Her head rolls back, when you give her thighs comforting squeezes. You suck on her folds, making her moan out, before finally capturing her clit with your mouth.

Minnie finally inserts two fingers inside her pussy as she watches Miyeon moan and quiver under your touch. She imagines your tongue on her own clit. How you draw patterns on it, how you occasionally let your tongue dart inside her snatch.

You feel Minnie's hand hold onto yours, which is still resting on Miyeon's thigh. The older girl's hips have started to buck in your direction, her body desiring more and more of the pleasure you're giving her. She keeps melting into the sofa the longer you feast on her pussy. Her surroundings become blurry, only your tongue exists.

"I think..."

Miyeon tries to say something, but her mouth won't listen. She barely hears Minnie's loud moan, too busy with feeling arousal flooding her senses.

"Close."

It's the only words she can get over her lips. Her breathing becomes quicker. You feel one of her hands finding the back of your head, pushing you further towards her. Her back arches as her body prepares herself for the incoming orgasm.

Miyeon climaxes with your tongue buried deep inside of her. All the tension suddenly leaves her body as she sinks back into the sofa. Her eyes are still closed as she tries to catch her breath.

You stand up and move over to Minnie, who finally stops pleasuring herself. She waits for you to do something. You leave her hanging for a second, before you reach down and start to unbuckle your belt. The two of you keep eye contact, while you take off your pants. Once they're on the floor, you step out of them. You expect Minnie to hesitate, or be surprised. Instead, she reaches forward, eyes still locked onto yours.

You feel one of her fingers trace along the outlines of your cock, the material of your boxers barely disrupting her touch. After her little teasing, Minnie reaches upwards to take off your underwear. When it hits the floor, her eyes move from your own to your dick. You catch her biting her lip, her hand slowly wrapping around your length. She gives you a couple of slow strokes as you look over at Miyeon. The older woman, still a little red, watches her friend's hand move up and down. One of her own is already resting on her thigh, her need for more pleasure obvious.

But you have focus on Minnie now. Soyeon did tell you to properly wear them out, so you get on the sofa, kneeling above Minnie's torso. She looks up at your again, slowly opening her mouth. Guiding your cock towards her, you watch her lips close around your tip. You feel her tongue roaming your length as you push deeper into her. Minnie lets go of your cock, her arms now stretched out on the backrest as she leans back a little.

You hear Miyeon moaning beside you as you place both hands on either side of Minnie's head.

More of your cock disappears inside her mouth, until most of it is buried inside of her. Her eyes still look up at you. It's a mix of plea and challenge, which makes you move back, before pushing back into her again. You feel her tongue pressed flat against the underside of your cock as you give her mouth long, powerful strokes. Not wanting to go too quick from the get go, you decide to enjoy her warm mouth.

Miyeon is now doing the same thing Minnie did earlier. Her fingers are slowly rubbing her clit as she watches you fucking Minnie's mouth. You can tell that Miyeon was more willing to let go during the beginning, but is now more hesitant when it comes to intimacy. Wanting to help her ease into it a little more, you reach out with your right hand. Miyeon gets the hint as you extend your ring- and middle finger. You watch how she leans forward, her lips then slowly closing around your fingers. Miyeon's eyes close again as she starts to suck on your fingers, while she keeps playing with herself.

Minnie makes you focus back on her by holding onto your thighs with both hands. The two of you lock eyes again. You move your hand towards the back of her head and now pull her in your direction as you thrust forward. Minnie's moan sends vibrations up your spine. You now increase your pace as you begin to feed her your whole length.

The room is now filled with the beautiful sounds of both girl either sucking on your fingers, or slightly gagging on your cock. You feel Miyeon making you extend a third finger, before she takes all three of them into her mouth. At the same time, you start to properly fuck Minnie's face, not wanting to disappoint Soyeon, if she asks her friends afterwards about their experience.

Minnie opens her mouth a little wider, trying to make it easier for her to take all of you. Saliva starts to escape the corners of her mouth as you keep thrusting into her. Miyeon lets her tongue swirl around your fingers, while she keeps sucking on them. You can hear her fingers going in and out of her pussy, the sounds telling you how wet this is making her.

After you give Minnie a couple more especially hard thrusts, you slowly retreat out of her mouth. Her spit connects her lips with your cock for a while, until the small strings snap. You remove your wet fingers out of Miyeon's mouth and stand up again.

You head over to a small drawer and take out two items. Minnie and Miyeon watch you while doing so. When you turn back to them, Minnie smiles, while you can still see uncertainty on Miyeon's face.

"They're supposed to be identical to mine."

The younger girl takes both transparent silicon dildos from you, before passing one of them to Miyeon.

"I want you two to show me how good you can suck cock."

You step behind them, your voice still soft, like it was at the beginning. But this time it doesn't ask for permission.

Miyeon hesitates once more, but Minnie gladly pushes the dildo past her lips. When you reach down with both hands, letting them slowly glide down their bodies, Miyeon finally follows the younger girl. Your right hand dives underneath Minnie's skirt, and pulls her panties to the side, while the other directly heads towards Miyeon's pussy.

Only moments later, you have both girls sitting next to each other, sucking on dildos that are shaped like your cock, while you start to finger both of them. Your position behind them enables you to penetrate them further and curl your fingers upwards to find just the right spot. Minnie's mouth produces gagging sounds once more as she does the same to herself as you did barely a minute ago. Miyeon is being more sensual, her lips slowly gliding up and down the hand made length, but focusing on the tip, whenever she is about to pull it out completely. The two women's moans are muffled, but you can clearly hear them. As you continue to move your fingers inside of them, they become louder. It only takes you a couple of minutes, to have both of them melting into the sofa, their eyes shut and the dildos inside their mouths coming to a halt.

Miyeon is quickly overwhelmed by her second orgasm, her body soon quivering once more. Her feet shuffle around on the floor as she sees stars. Minnie, on the other hand, freezes, only her eyelids fluttering. But once the orgasm has washed through her, she shakes for a couple of moments as well, until both finally calm down again. Both their pussies have been massaging your fingers throughout the whole experience, making you want to finally feel them around your cock.

"Strip."

You whisper into Miyeon's ear as you slowly pull your fingers pit of both women. The older girl does what she's told. She stands up and lets her dress slide down her body. You admire her naked body for a moment. But wanting to keep it professional, you just nod towards the middle of the room.

"I want to see you in the jacuzzi on your knees, pretending to suck me off."

You see Miyeon's head trying to have an inner discussion with herself. But despite your unyielding words, you give her a reassuring smile. She takes a deep breath and finally lets go of all the control she has kept over her own body.

"On your knees."

You give a different command to Minnie, but not without playfully giving her ear a small bite afterwards. It was obvious from the beginning that, once she let go of her idol image, Minnie would turn out to be the kinkiest out of the two.

You slowly walk around the sofa, while watching Miyeon slowly stepping into the jacuzzi. She turns around, the toy in her hand, before slowly sinking to her knees. After giving her one last reassuring nod, Miyeon takes the dildo back into her mouth.

Kneeling behind Minnie, you let your hands roam her ass once more. It looks great, even when it's hidden underneath the brown fabric.

She looks back at you as you take off her skirt, wanting to see how you push inside of her. You lean over to capture her lips once more. Minnie loses herself in the kiss, while you push her panties down her thighs.

You lean back again when you hear Miyeon moaning. The older woman is still kneeling in the jacuzzi, her lips wrapped around the toy in her hand. But her other hand is underwater, visibly trying to make herself cum for a third time.

Minnie watches as you take your cock and align it with her entrance. She feels you brush against her folds, before you finally penetrate her. A deep sigh leaves her body as you bury half of your length inside pussy. Her tight walls wrap around your cock like they were made for it. Her head drops down between her shoulders when you pull out and thrust into her again. Minnie's whole body reacts with every thrust.

With both hands on her slim waist, you establish a steady pace, while watching Miyeon acting like a slut in the jacuzzi. The fact that she seems to be the most reserved out of the two makes it even more beautiful. She instinctively started to write two of her own fingers, which are buried inside of her. Her other hand keeps pushing the dildo in and out of her mouth.

After a couple of minutes, you see Miyeon coming to a halt, while you keep fucking Minnie. The older girl's posture weakens and you watch her orgasm yet again. It looks like Miyeon really was in need of a proper relaxation.

You place a hand on Minnie's lower back, pushing her upper body down. It creates a better angle for your cock. You know reach even deeper places, which makes Minnie moan even louder.

"Oh my god, yes! Fuck me harder!"

She's fully embraced the situation by now. Not just giving up control, but also working towards a common goal. Which is to have fun.

As you keep fucking Minnie, you watch Miyeon sitting down in the jacuzzi. She is looking at the two of you, but you can tell that she needs a moment to collect herself. That's why you're focusing on Minnie now, making sure her pussy is being properly stretched out. She can feel it. How your cock parts her walls. How your length continues to hit the deepest spots inside of her.

"Oh, yes. Keep going."

Her voice is reduced to a whine. Minnie is slowly falling apart underneath your relentless assault. You keep pressing her into the sofa, so now her ass is in perfect position. You give her a couple of spanks here and there. Each spank makes her let out a gasp. Her face is pressed into the armrest as Minnie starts to touch herself, while you keep fucking her. The added pleasure soon proves to be too much for her.

She orgasms for a second time today, her body freezing up. You stop pounding her, waiting for her to calm back down. Minnie's body starts to move again, more and more tension leaving her body. But you have to pull out. Otherwise you would've cum right there. Her tight pussy was about to trick you into cumming inside.

As Minnie gets back up into a seating position, you head towards Miyeon, but not without doing another stop at the drawer from earlier. You decide to step it up, hoping that Miyeon is already up for this. She just stepped out of the jacuzzi and is now standing in front of you. Her lower half is glistening due to her wet skin. You capture her lips with yours, make Miyeon melt into the kiss, while reaching down to stimulate her pussy further.

When Miyeon feels your fingers brush against her folds, she moans into your mouth. But her breath hitches, when she suddenly hears something buzzing.

"Just relax."

You mutter into the kiss. The small vibrator, you just took out of the drawer, slowly parts her lower lips. It is not very big, but that's not the point anyway. Miyeon starts to moan when the small toy starts to send vibrations through her body.

"Put your hands behind your back."

Miyeon takes a moment to follow your command, the vibrator a new found experience for her right now. After taking off your tie while walking around her, you bind her wrists together behind her back. Miyeon tries to turn her head, wanting to now what you're up to. You press your body against hers from behind, your cock resting right between her cheeks. Reaching around her, you give her tits a squeeze. The combination of you starting to play either breasts and the vibrator inside of her turns Miyeon's brain into a mess. She moans louder than before, her body already trembling.

"Minnie."

You call the younger girl over and make her take her dildo with her.

"Pick hers up as well."

When she stands in front of you with one in each hand, you nod towards the floor.

"Ride both of them."

You see her hesitating for a second. She might've never tried taking two cocks at once.

"Be a good girl for me, hm?"

Minnie finally nods. To the sound of Miyeon's continuous moans, she places the flat ends of the dildos on the floor. They're right next to each other. As she lowers herself onto them, she has slight trouble to get the two tips into the right positions. But once she does, Minnie slowly takes both cocks at once. Not the full length, but you know she'll eventually work up to that.

You and Miyeon both watch as Minnie rides two dildos at once. She is slow at the beginning, but eventually picks up her pace a little. Her eyes are wide open the entire time. She bites her lip, trying to muffle moans, which would be too loud for the room.

Once you made sure Minnie is doing fine, you return back to Miyeon. You bend your knees a little and suddenly you're just at the perfect hight. Taking a small step forward, you push upwards. Miyeon gasps when she feels your tip push past her entrance. She is now filled with the vibrator and your cock as you keep stuffing her. Eventually, your tip hits the toy, sending vibrations through your body.

Both girls are now filled to their limits. Minnie slowly keeps riding the two dildos. You can see how much her pussy is getting stretched out. Her mouth eventually falls open as she starts to let the moans just flow out of her mouth. Miyeon isn't in a much better state. She's slightly leaned forward, pushing her ass further into you. You're holding onto her tits, occasionally giving them a squeeze. While you fuck her, you hit the vibrator with every thrust.

"Your pussy feels so good, when it's completely stuffed."

Miyeon blushes at your lewd compliment. She can't do anything but watch Minnie riding the two silicon dildos. The younger girl is now starting to drool, saliva slowly dropping out of her mouth and onto the floor.

As you keep ruining her tight pussy, Miyeon is kept on the constant edge of orgasm. To her, it feels like every thrust could be the last. The vibrator gives her a steady wave of pleasure, while your thrusts make her almost tumble over the edge. You can feel how you push the vibrator further and further inside Miyeon. Her pussy is still able to take your cock though. You're just wondering for how much longer.

Because you eventually start to run out of energy and resistance as well. Miyeon's tight snatch and the vibrator leave their marks on your cock as well. You enjoy groping her tits as well. And the sight of Minnie, struggling to ride two cocks, is almost enough on its own.

After a couple more minutes of endless moans and pleas, Miyeon finally experiences the hardest orgasm of the day. The combination inside of her makes her clamp down on your cock, almost squeezing you a little too hard. To her own surprise and embarrassment, Miyeon squirts. You didn't expect it to be much, but you suddenly feel yourself getting forced out of her tight cavern. It would've been a great shame, if it wasn't for what happens after. Because Minnie is basically kneeling right in front of Miyeon, she is the one who gets hit first, not the floor. The older girl destroys even the very last bit of dignity that Minnie had left.

Miyeon's squirt ruins the younger girls face. But instead of turning away, Minnie keeps her mouth open. You can tell she is swallowing some of Miyeon's squirt, making you wonder if something similar has happened between the two of them before.

The older woman's pussy and the sight of Minnie getting drenched in her friend's juices has you now on the verge of climax as well.

"Kneel next to her."

You let go of Miyeon as you slowly pull out of her. Her legs are weak, but she manages to do as you say. Only a couple of moments later, you finally cum on both their faces. Minnie's is now a mixture of squirt, cum and ruined makeup, while Miyeon looks quite decent, despite the amount of cum she has on her left cheek and the bridge of her nose.

Because of a waiting customer, you, Minnie and Miyeon had to switch rooms. Which isn't inherently bad, since this room fits your personal taste a little more. The whole massage parlor act just doesn't work really well though, if you walk new clients into a room with a king sized bed that has ropes tied to it on all four bed posts. Actually, the whole room has a completely different vibe, which Minnie and Miyeon are currently experiencing.

Miyeon is standing against one of the brick walls, her hands not tied by your tie anymore, but by chains. They're hooked into the wall above her head, making her raise her arms. Her forehead is leaning against the wall, your cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy. Her ass is covered in big red stripes, the whip you used is lying next to her on the floor.

After making sure that Miyeon is still fine, you move over to Minnie. The younger girl is tied up on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The bullet vibrator strapped to her clit explains her pleasure wrecked face and the wet sheets underneath her.

You reach for the candle that has been burning on the nightstand for a while now. Minnie follows the candle with her eyes, until you hold it up around a meter above her torso. She bites her lip, but instead of closing her eyes, she arches her back off the bed. Taking it as an invitation, you tilt the candle, letting a couple of drops hit her flawless skin.

"Oh, gos! That's hot!"

Minnie cries out, the black wax slightly burning her skin. Another tilt of the candle makes another drop hit her right breast, right next to her nipple. Her breath quickens as you cover her body with more wax.

Wanting to let it cool for now, you put the candle back to it's original place, before climbing on top of Minnie. She instinctively opens her mouth wide as you kneel above her chest. You push your cock into her mouth. Within a couple of seconds, you're already face fucking Minnie for the second time today. Her face is already a mess anyway, so what's the problem?

Soon her gags fill the slightly smaller room. The two of you keep eye contact as you thrust into her mouth.

"You like to get used like this, don't you?"

Minnie can't say anything or shake her head. There is no use denying it anyway. Her eyes only glisten with excitement when you reach for the candle once more. There's is a reason to why idols or actresses have to disclose the date of their next official schedule.

Another tilt of the candle has Minnie moaning and crying around your cock. The black wax hits her left cheek, probably leaving a visible mark for the next day or two. You keep fucking Minnie's face, only slightly slowing down from time to time to glaze her gorgeous features with more wax.

Once you've had enough of her mouth, you only put down the candle for a minute to flip Minnie onto her stomach. Time for your art work. Soyeon enjoyed this before as well. You start to dribble the hot wax onto Minnie's back, while she is trying to guess what you're writing. It doesn't take you long to finish.

"A slut. That's what you are."

You wrote the word in Korean letters from the top of her back to the bottom. After putting the candle down again, you now kneel between her legs. You take Minnie's pussy from behind once more. Pushing past her lips has her moaning louder than before, the wax still uncomfortably cooling on her skin.

"Yes, that's me. You've turned me into a slut for your cock."

Minnie's confession makes you smile. That's what all of this depends on. Rich, regular clients. That's how you can afford all of this and even live comfortably.

You have your way with Minnie's pussy, while you knead her ass cheeks, giving them squeezes and occasionally pressing down on her lower back.

"Damn, you're so deep."

Her whine gives you the energy to keep fucking her. It isn't easy to keep up with these two. This might be their first time, but two frustrated, tension filled, gorgeous women are always a challenge.

You can already hear Miyeon pretending to fight against the chains behind you as she can't see what's going on. Shifting your attention onto Minnie again, you keep plowing her into the mattress. Leaning over her a little further, you're almost prone boning her, your hips meeting her cheeks with every thrust.

"Fuck, you're bruising my insides."

She whines again, but not to complain. Just pure admiration for your craft.

The better angle enables you to reach even deeper places, until you finally can't fight back against Minnie's overwhelmingly tight snatch. All the wax stuff has turned her on way more than she'd like to admit. The way her ass cheeks recoil whenever your thrust into her finally makes your orgasm. You quickly pull out and shoot your load all over Minnie's back. You partially hit the black wax letters, creating a beautiful work of art on her back.

Minnie and Miyeon both give you polite bows as lean against the entrance of the so called massage parlor. You can tell that their consciousness and their shyness from the beginning has returned, but in a softer form. The two women are aware of how deep you were able to look into their souls for the last couple of hours.

The sun is already starting to set as you confirm their next appointment one last time.

"Same time next week, correct?"

You catch the blush return on Miyeon's cheeks, while Minnie nods after hesitating for a second.

"Yes. See you next week."

You keep your professional smile, giving them a slight bow as they walk down the driveway.

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Hi, everyone!

This is the second story of the December special. I tried to write in a slightly different way this time, I hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless.

Stay healthy!

FIY: I have trouble sleeping recently, so if I have more spelling issues or stuff, that's because I'm tired. I'm hoping to read over this again soon though.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #December special 2024 #gidle miyeon #gidle minnie #gidle smut #gidle #miyeon #cho miyeon #miyeon smut #minnie smut #minnie

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nonranghaes · 1 month ago

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heads up: food :)

"oooh, something smells good." vernon's hands slip into your hoodie's front pocket as he settles in behind you, half-awake right now but nevertheless enticed into the kitchen. he plants a sleepy kiss against your jaw before snuggling in, body leaning fully against you for a moment. "for us?"

"mmhm." you reach up, gently patting his cheek for a moment before you go back to what you're doing. "well. this one is," you nod toward the makings of a cobbler in front of you. "the one in the oven is for work."

he lets out a quiet hum, enough that you know he's listening, and he shifts subtly so that his weight isn't fully on you anymore. "... do we have ice cream?"

"just vanilla."

"sick." he squeezes you a little tighter. "... am i in the way?"

"a little," you say. the moment you feel his hands start to retreat, you stop what you're doing, grabbing his arms before he can move away. "i didn't say to leave, though."

you can feel his smile as he plans against kiss against your jaw, a little closer to your ear this time. you know that the coziness between the two of you is short-lived: by the time you get home this evening, you'll be exhausted. too sleepy to curl up and really enjoy spending time with your partner, and most likely you'll get teased by him for falling asleep on his shoulder again.

not that he minds. and not that you mind, either, actually. he's the love of your life: he's allowed to tease you in ways other people aren't. but you just decide to treasure this moment for now, while you're awake and still gathering the strength to face the day.

(it's easier now that he's here.)

#nonranghaes.thoughts #nonranghaes.svt #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #svt imagine #seventeen x you #svt x you #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #svt fluff #chwe vernon x reader #vernon x reader #vernon x you #vernon x y/n #chwe vernon fluff #chwe hansol x reader #chwe hansol fluff #vernon fluff

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libertyybellls · 1 year ago

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RIDE COWGIRL !

pairing; finnick odair x f!reader

summary; a slow kiss with finnick has a twist of fate.

contains; SMUT!! mdni. riding, small innocence kink, size kink, established relationship, takes place pre- third quarter quell.

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it was a cozy night in, finnick had been laying in bed with you on top of him, stroking your hair as he read his book.

he’d been so enamored with his book and you whined, so desperate for his attention.

“my baby is so needy.” he lets out a tsk as he places his book on the side table. placing his palms on both sides of your face in an effort to pull you close to him.

you grin, sitting with your legs on either side of him now as you leaned into the warmth’s his hands offered.

your lips connect with his, his hands left your face to run up and down your back as you let out a sound of satisfaction.

the kiss slowly turns into a his tongue assaulting yours in the sweetest way. you can taste him in your mouth- smiling through the kiss.

your hand reached behind his neck to dance with the hairs at the nape of his neck, still so soft, so pure. he deepens the kiss at this, stopping his hands at your hips and grabbing them firmly.

in reaction to his grip your crotch rubs further into his through your sleepwear. he pulls away from the kiss- letting out a huff of air.

you move your hips to slide off of him- but he buckles you down, forcing you to stay put. “stay on top of me.” he demands lowly.

you know exactly what he means behind those words, feeling an ache in your core.

his shirt had already been disregarded as he’d gone into bed- but now his nimble fingers expertly unhooked you bra and rid you of your shirt within seconds.

you grind down on him once more, his head falling back onto the pillow. his neck looks so inviting, so sapid.

you lean down into him, your mouth carries on attack to his neck as his hands find you chest- kneading into your breasts.

once you retreat from his neck he lifts your waist, neglecting your sleeping shorts and underwear. his follow soon after and you find your way back atop him.

finnicks size is well accounted for, you hesitate above his length. he of course, notices. taking his time to tease you, he’d never been in a rush in times like these. always wanting to take all the time in the world to be inside of you with that pleasure, he blames you for making it hard to last too long.

“don’t think it’ll fit sweetheart?” finnick purrs. his rough, big hands find your waist once again , lining you up and sinking you onto his tip. “don’t worry, i’ve got you doll.”

you all but scream out at the intrusion. “you can take it baby.” you sink into him completely, hiding your face in his neck- engulfed by his scent as you attempt to set a steady pace.

“fuck finnick.” your voice rings through his ears- fucking him dumb as he moves your body for you- he just about rolls his eyes back into his head at the sensation this new position brings.

he thinks he’ll cum now just by the way your tiny body can barely take all of him.

your sit upright, back arched and hands finding stability on his chest- taking back the control of your body as you let your hips subsequently rise and fall whilst rubbing against him.

“atta girl.” he cooes, hands finding your ass.

you feel that all too familiar coil build in your stomach, “i’m close.” you choke out.

“not until i say so.”

the pleasure is too much for you- he knows this- but pushes you further, placing two fingers in between where the both of you connect- rubbing and pressing on your swollen clit.

you whimper obscenities, unnerved at his insistence. i can’t’s and it’s too much.

“so pretty like this, so tight.” finnick chokes out, grabbing your hips and bouncing you against his length. expletives follow as he recognizes he’s nearing his climax.

just when you think you can’t hold it back anymore he lets out a low, “you can let go now sweet girl, cum for me baby.”

at his words, his beck and call, you moan out- the feeling causing your legs to shake. he pants your name like a prayer- like your body is his to worship, cheeks red like a sinner.

he continues to bruise you love handles with his grip- allowing you both to ride out your high. once you’ve come down your body falls slack against him- too dumbfounded to do anything else.

once more he strokes your hair, once more he tells you, “i’ve got you doll, i’ve got you.”

#finnick angst #finnick fanfic #finnick fluff #finnick imagine #finnick odair #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair smut #finnick odair x reader #finnick oneshot #finnick smut #finnick #finnick x oc #thg finnick #hunger games finnick #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick x y/n

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moonlightwritingf1 · 23 days ago

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The snowfall before the storm | LN4

☃꙳·❅°*˖ summary ━━━━━━━ Forced to share a bed on a Christmas trip, longtime "enemies" Y/N and Lando wake up cuddled. Lando confesses he’s always wanted her close, and Y/N admits she feels the same, turning years of fake hate into love.

☃꙳·❅°*˖ pairing ━━━━━━━ Lando Norris x she!reader

☃꙳·❅°*˖ word count ━━━━━━━ 2.6k

It had been a long time since Y/N and Lando had been in the same room together, and yet, it always felt like their rivalry was alive and well. Despite both of them knowing deep down that they had feelings for one another, they maintained the façade of animosity. Whether it was playful jabs during their frequent group hangouts, competitive banter, or simply the way they both seemed to avoid any deeper moments, their relationship had remained locked behind layers of denial.

No one knew, of course, except for a select few. Even their friends had grown tired of the two of them acting like they couldn’t stand each other, always rolling their eyes at the fake quarrels and the sharp, teasing remarks. Y/N and Lando were practically magnetic—pulling each other closer, even though neither was brave enough to admit it.

It all came to a head during their Christmas getaway. A weeklong trip to a cozy mountain town with a group of close friends, escaping the chaos of the city for some much-needed holiday cheer. Snow had blanketed the town in a thick, glittering layer, the streets lined with twinkling lights, and the scent of pine was carried on the crisp air. The perfect holiday retreat—at least, that’s what everyone thought until the hotel situation became... complicated.

As the group checked into their rooms, an unfortunate mix-up led to only one remaining room that could accommodate them all. The hotel clerk, fumbling with papers and apologizing profusely, informed them that the only available suite was a single-room apartment, complete with a large king-size bed. Everyone exchanged nervous glances, silently wondering who would be the brave one to volunteer to sleep on the floor.

But no one had the courage to speak up, and as the night wore on, the inevitable happened: Y/N and Lando found themselves reluctantly assigned to share the bed. It seemed like the universe’s cruel sense of humor was working overtime.

“I can’t believe this,” Y/N muttered under her breath as she grabbed her suitcase, trudging toward the bed. “Of course, this would happen.”

Lando, always quick with a sarcastic retort, grinned. “Well, if it helps, I’m just as thrilled as you are.”

She shot him a glare, but he was already making himself comfortable on the other side of the bed, flopping onto the soft sheets. Y/N had to resist the urge to roll her eyes; this was so typical of him. They’d spent years in this awkward dance of feigned hatred, and now they were here, forced to spend the night in such close quarters.

“I’m not cuddling with you,” Y/N declared, crossing her arms defiantly as she stood on the other side of the bed, eyeing the pillow.

“Who said anything about cuddling?” Lando raised an eyebrow, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “You’re the one who’s practically falling off the bed. Might want to get closer if you don’t want to end up on the floor.”

Y/N opened her mouth to retort, but her exhaustion from the day’s travel caught up with her, and before she knew it, she found herself settling under the covers, facing away from him.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to a peculiar sensation. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized she wasn’t alone on her side of the bed. She could feel Lando’s arm wrapped around her waist, his chest pressed against her back. The warmth of his body was so comforting, so much more than what she had imagined. For a split second, she panicked. This was all wrong. They couldn’t be like this, not after everything.

But as she tried to pull away, she felt Lando’s grip tighten ever so slightly, his face nuzzling into her hair. She froze, unsure of what to do. Her mind raced—this couldn’t be real. This wasn’t supposed to happen. But then, a soft voice broke through the panic in her head.

“Can we delay getting up for a few more minutes, please?” Lando’s voice was hushed, almost like he didn’t want to disturb the moment.

Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the tenderness in his tone. It was... different. More than just the playful teasing she was used to. This was real, and it was making her heart race in ways she didn’t fully understand.

“I... I don’t know if I can do this,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She wanted to pull away, but there was something in the way his arm was holding her that made her reluctant to break free.

Lando chuckled softly, the sound warm against her ear. “I promise you’re not the only one uncomfortable right now. But, I’ll admit it, Y/N... I like having you close. I’ve always wanted this.”

Y/N’s breath hitched at his words. Always? She turned her head slightly, trying to gauge his expression, but his face was buried against her hair. She couldn’t see his eyes, but the sincerity in his voice made her heart flutter. This wasn’t some joke, some prank. He really meant it.

“You’ve... always wanted this?” she asked, unsure if she was hearing him correctly.

Lando sighed, a soft smile in his voice. “Yeah. Always. I know it probably sounds ridiculous with how much we fight, but the truth is... I’ve always wanted to hold you like this. I’ve always wanted you close to me.”

The confession hit her like a wave, and she felt a rush of warmth spread through her chest. It was overwhelming. They had spent so much time pretending, so much time pretending to hate each other, that it had been easy to ignore the undeniable pull between them. But now, with the morning light filtering through the curtains and Lando holding her like he never wanted to let go, Y/N couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“I’ve always wanted you too,” she confessed, her voice barely audible, but the truth in it was clear. “I just... I didn’t know how to say it.”

Lando’s grip on her tightened, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he pulled her fully into his arms, cradling her against him. The movement was gentle, but it felt like everything was shifting between them in that one, simple action.

“I’m sorry for pretending,” Lando whispered, his lips brushing against the back of her head. “I didn’t mean to make things so complicated.”

Y/N shook her head softly. “No, it’s... it’s okay. I was just as scared. Scared of what it would mean. Scared of what we’d lose if we were honest with each other.”

Lando chuckled softly. “Well, I think we’ve already lost plenty of time.” He pulled back slightly, enough to look her in the eyes. “But I’m willing to make up for it. If you’ll let me.”

Her heart raced in her chest as she stared at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes that she had never expected to see. For so long, they had hidden their feelings behind insults and playful bickering, but now that the truth was laid out between them, it felt like everything had changed.

“I’d like that,” Y/N said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. She could feel the tension that had been between them for years finally melting away. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real.

Lando grinned, a teasing glint returning to his eyes. “Well, I suppose this isn’t the worst way to start a Christmas vacation, huh?”

Y/N laughed softly, her heart light. “You really are something else.”

“I know,” he replied with a wink, pulling her even closer. “But I’m glad you’re here with me, Y/N.”

And as they lay there together, the world outside seemed to fade away. The snow continued to fall gently outside, and for once, everything felt perfect.

Y/N had always imagined what it would feel like to be close to Lando, but nothing could have prepared her for the way his arms felt wrapped around her, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the subtle warmth of his skin. It was a mix of comfort and chaos, her heart a rapid drumbeat against the tender backdrop of the morning light.

“I still can’t believe this is happening,” she admitted quietly, her voice muffled against his chest.

Lando shifted slightly, his cheek brushing against her hair. “Yeah? Why’s that?”

She tilted her head back just enough to meet his gaze. Those familiar blue eyes—always filled with mischief—now looked at her with something softer, something deeper. It was disarming, and she had to remind herself to breathe.

“Because this is us,” she said with a soft laugh. “We’ve spent years pretending to hate each other. How does this just… happen overnight?”

Lando chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest. “It didn’t happen overnight, Y/N. At least not for me. I’ve liked you for a long time—since before we even started all this bickering. But every time I tried to get close, you’d push me away.”

“I pushed you away?” she repeated, her tone incredulous. “You’re the one who started this whole enemies act!”

He smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. “Oh, so you don’t remember calling me a spoiled brat the first time we met?”

“That’s because you were acting like one!” she shot back, unable to hide the smile creeping onto her face.

Lando shrugged, feigning innocence. “Maybe I was. But you didn’t exactly make it easy to impress you. You’ve always had this... wall up.”

His words struck a chord, and she felt her smile falter slightly. “It wasn’t about you,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “I just… I didn’t know how to let people in. I thought if I acted like I didn’t care, it’d hurt less when things didn’t work out.”

Lando’s expression shifted, the teasing glint replaced with something gentler. He reached up, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “I wish I’d known that sooner. I thought you hated me.”

“I didn’t hate you,” she said quickly, then hesitated. “Okay, maybe I hated you a little at first. But then I got to know you, and it got... complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

Y/N hesitated, biting her lip as she debated whether to say the words out loud. But the look in Lando’s eyes gave her courage.

“Because I started to like you,” she confessed, her cheeks warming. “And that scared me. So I thought if I pretended to hate you, it’d be easier to ignore.”

Lando stared at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to her surprise, he burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded, sitting up slightly.

“You!” he said, grinning. “Do you know how many times I almost said something, only to stop myself because I thought you’d bite my head off? All this time, we’ve been playing this stupid game, and we both felt the same way.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh too, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting her. “We really are idiots, aren’t we?”

“The biggest,” Lando agreed, his grin softening into a smile. “But maybe it’s not too late to fix that.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What are you suggesting?”

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I’m suggesting we make a pact. No more pretending, no more games. From now on, we’re honest about how we feel.”

Y/N hesitated, her heart hammering in her chest. “That’s a dangerous promise,” she said lightly, though the weight of his words wasn’t lost on her.

“I’m willing to take the risk,” he said, his gaze steady. “Are you?”

For a moment, she simply looked at him, taking in the sincerity in his eyes, the way his hand lingered on hers as if he was afraid to let go. And for the first time in years, she felt the walls around her heart start to crumble.

“Okay,” she said softly. “No more games.”

The rest of the day felt like a dream. Their friends, blissfully unaware of the shift between them, dragged the group out for a day of skiing and snowboarding. Y/N and Lando exchanged knowing glances and subtle smiles, their newfound closeness hidden behind playful banter that still carried a trace of their old dynamic.

At one point, Lando caught her staring at him as he zipped down the slope, his laughter echoing through the crisp mountain air. When he turned and caught her watching, he winked, sending a flush of warmth through her despite the freezing temperature.

“You’re staring,” he teased when he reached the bottom of the slope.

“So what if I am?” she shot back, her confidence surprising even herself.

He grinned, leaning in just close enough for only her to hear. “I don’t mind. In fact, I like it.”

By the time they returned to the hotel that evening, Y/N’s cheeks were sore from smiling, her heart lighter than it had been in years.

That night, as they settled into bed again, the air between them felt different—charged with an unspoken understanding. Lando was the first to break the silence.

“So, do you want to cuddle, or are we going back to the ‘no touching’ rule?”

Y/N rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide her smile. “I don’t know. You might be a terrible cuddler.”

He gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I am an amazing cuddler. Ask anyone.”

“Anyone?” she repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Should I be concerned about how many people you’ve been cuddling?”

Lando laughed, pulling her into his arms before she could protest. “Relax, you’re the only one who matters.”

Her heart skipped a beat at the casual sincerity of his words, and she found herself melting into his embrace. It was easy, so much easier than she’d imagined, to let herself be vulnerable with him.

“You’re warm,” she mumbled, her voice muffled against his chest.

“See? Amazing cuddler,” he said smugly, earning a playful shove from her.

“Don’t push your luck,” she warned, though her tone was light.

They fell into a comfortable silence, the steady sound of his heartbeat lulling her into a sense of calm she hadn’t felt in years.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m glad it’s you,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her chest tightened at his words, and she tilted her head to look up at him. “Me too.”

Over the next few days, their relationship began to shift in subtle yet undeniable ways. Their friends noticed the difference almost immediately.

“Are you two... getting along?” one of them asked over breakfast, their tone laced with suspicion.

Y/N and Lando exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.

“Something like that,” Lando said, throwing an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.

It didn’t take long for the teasing to start, but neither of them minded. For the first time, they didn’t feel the need to hide how they felt.

On Christmas Eve, the group gathered around the fire, sipping hot cocoa and exchanging stories. The air was filled with laughter and warmth, but Y/N couldn’t focus on anything except Lando. He was sitting next to her, their hands intertwined beneath the blanket they shared.

As the clock struck midnight, signaling the start of Christmas Day, Lando leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he whispered.

She turned to face him, her heart swelling with emotion. “Merry Christmas, Lando.”

And as the snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in a sea of white, Y/N realized that this—being here with him—was the best gift she could have ever asked for.

For the first time in years, she wasn’t afraid of what the future held. Because as long as Lando was by her side, she knew they could face anything together.

And maybe, just maybe, their story was only beginning.

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metalmiez · 5 months ago

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It was a beautiful day

The sun had been shining all day and warmed the air to a cozy temperature.

„More wine, my dear?“ Aziraphale asked lazily and turned his head to the slender figure next to him. Crowley had been basking in the sun for the past thirty-ish minutes - keeping his eyes closed and enjoying the warm light, leaned back on his elbows. Aziraphale had been reading meanwhile, laying on the blanket they had spread out on the grass.

It was calmingly silent on top of the hill, the breeze soft and the ocean in eyesight. Not a single soul out here but an angel and a demon, who had been enjoying a rather lovely picnic earlier that afternoon.

Crowley slowly opened his eyes and peeked through half-closed lids to the angel next to him. Aziraphale had put his book aside and held out the bottle of red wine they had brought with them.

“Nah.“ He declined and gazed at his angel instead. He couldn’t fight a fond smile creeping up his demonic lips as he watched Aziraphale put the bottle back into the basket. It was such a rare sight, seeing him without his bow tie, sleeves of his shirt rolled up to the elbows and his collar unbuttoned. Almost scandalous, for Aziraphale‘s standards.

“You look gorgeous today, angel,” Crowley smiled and watched Aziraphale blush.

“Oh, you old charmer!” he replied with pink cheeks, avoiding Crowley’s gaze. He fiddled with his ring, peeking at the demon every few seconds.

“And you, my sweethaert, look stunning - as always.”

Now it was Crowley who blushed and frowned by the pet name Aziraphale had started to use lately. He shouldn’t feel so flustered by that, he was a evil demon after all! But pride was a sin, so he let it slip. A little ‘Mrm’ sound left his throat.

Aziraphale laughed and leaned over to him, pressing a tiny kiss on the demon’s cheekbone. Crowley grumbled quietly, but still leaned into the soft touch. He was growing rather soft to the angel’s affections lately, and it got harder and harder to keep up the cool masquerade of mystery. When Aziraphale retreated, the demon huffed oh so little and reached out, trapping the angel’s chin between the fingers of his right hand. A little gasp fled Aziraphale’s throat as the demon pulled him back. Golden eyes met grey-blue ones, and the angel blushed again like anything. But he smiled as endearing as only Aziraphale could. A little mischief twinkled in his clear eyes before he closed them and leaned forwards the last bit, tenderly pressing his lips on Crowley’s.

The demon couldn’t resist the little smile as he watched his angel’s face closely, savouring his tender expression. His fingers stroked Aziraphale’s soft jawline, before cupping his face with his palm and closing his eyes, letting himself fall into a soft kiss.

This was the life he never dared to dream about. And still, here they were.

And that was everything he ever wished for.

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thefreakandthehair · 1 month ago

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fireplace.

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles & @steddiemas | prompts: fireplace and cabin | wc: 969 | rating: teen & up | tags: mutual requited pining, post-canon, steve pov, getting together, first kiss, winter fluff, artist!Eddie, domestic

It was supposed to be a group trip.

After they’d lost their spring and summer to fighting off an apocalypse, and then their fall to nursing their injuries both physical and mental, they’d wanted to get away. Steve, Robin, Argyle, Nancy, Jonathan, and Eddie had planned on taking advantage of the Harrington’s cabin just over the border to Michigan, but it fell apart as quickly as it had come together. Robin’s parents booked a surprise trip to France, Karen and Ted wanted to spend more time with Nancy, Mike, and Holly, Argyle’s family wanted him to come back for the holidays and where Argyle goes, Jonathan goes.

It was supposed to be a group trip but instead, Steve finds himself alone in the cozy midwestern retreat with Eddie, his mismatched socked feet on Steve’s lap, and the sounds of his humming as he scribbles something in his notebook.

Steve doesn’t mind— in fact, he feels a little bit guilty because he almost… well, he’s glad that it ended up being just the two of them. He loves Robin, and he’s really come around to Jonathan, Argyle, and Nancy as good friends and not just fellow involuntary soldiers forced to band together, but there’s just something different about his time with Eddie.

When it’s just the two of them, no one asking for rides or teasing either of them for how close they sit on the couch, Steve relaxes. He breathes. He just is. Eddie doesn’t expect much of him, or if he does, he never lets on and Steve certainly isn’t going to ask and ruin the moment. Just like the moment he finds himself in now: comfortable silence broken by nothing but a crackling fire and the sound of Eddie’s pencil against the page.

“What’re you doing over there?” Steve asks, gently squeezing Eddie’s calf with the hand he hadn’t realized was absentmindedly rubbing up and down Eddie’s soft, worn-in sweatpants.

“Huh?” Eddie looks up, eyebrows hitched up and pencil coming to a halt. “Oh, nothing. Just sketching, I guess.”

“Is it for the campaign?” Steve grins. “Can I see? I won’t tell Dustin, I promise.”

“That little shit would bat his eyes twice and you’d spill the whole ending, are you kidding me?” Eddie laughs, pulling his notebook closer to his chest. “And no, it’s not for the campaign anyways. It’s for my eyes only.”

“Oh, now all of a sudden, we’re keeping secrets?” Steve shakes his head and rolls his eyes, fond.

“It’s just lame, at least by my standards. There’s not a single snake or skull on this page, man. Nothing interesting, Boy Scouts’ Honor.” Eddie gives Steve a sly salute and Steve snorts, scooting closer so Eddie’s feet hang fully over his legs, his knees bent over Steve’s thighs.

“You were never a Boy Scout, so that means nothing,” he starts. “Besides, it doesn’t have to be all dark or whatever for me to think it’s interesting. It’s interesting because it’s yours.”

His voice comes out a little softer than he anticipated, all humor gone and replaced with hushed vulnerability. Eddie picks up on it, like he always does when it’s Steve, and tilts his head slightly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, squeezes Eddie’s leg again but with intention this time.

“Tell anyone and I’ll find a way to resurrect Vecna, okay?”

“I’ll probably tell Robin,” Steve admits.

“I always assume you’ll tell Robin; she doesn’t count.” Eddie chuckles under his breath with a crooked smile, peeling his notebook away from his chest. “Alright, here.”

He looks away as he hands the notebook to Steve and Steve’s breath catches in his throat. Eddie’s art takes up two full pages, the cabin sketched in pencil and the fireplace detailed with varying shades of graphite. Dark gray stones from the mantle to the ceiling, roaring flames that seem to move in tandem with the fire right in front of them, dancing and crackling both on the page and in real life. The wooden logs on the page mirror the old-world charm of the walls that surround them, and in the center of it all, Steve sits on the couch with Eddie’s legs in his lap and a notebook in Eddie’s hands.

Steve looks closer, picking out the minutiae he’s missed from his own perspective. His features are soft, shadows from the fire across his Hawkins High hoodie, and more importantly, Eddie isn’t drawing in his sketch. He’s not scribbling away, shading, his tongue just barely poking out between his teeth in concentration. No, on the page, Eddie’s not even looking at his notebook.

He’s looking at Steve.

“Wow,” Steve exhales, finally looking back to Eddie and his hesitant, worried eyes. “Ed, this is incredible. You call this uninteresting?”

“You like it?”

“I love it,” he responds. The I love you stays silent. “Is this really how you see me?”

“Not exactly. I’m uh,” Eddie pauses, seems to draw up courage as he sits up a little straighter. “I’m not a good enough artist to draw you how I see you.”

Silence sits heavy between them, joining them on the couch as Steve tries to figure out what to do, how to decipher if the warmth in his chest is from what he thinks Eddie’s trying to say or from the fire in front of them.

It’s just the two of them and, well, words have never really been Steve’s strength, have they?

Eventually, he’ll find the words to tell Eddie how he sees him, how he feels about him; Steve will tell him that he feels like hot chocolate and warm blankets, and that sometimes he drives him a little insane but in all of the best ways.

For now though, it’s just the two of them with Steve’s lips against Eddie’s, and that’s more than enough.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fic #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #steddieholidaydrabbles #steddiemas2024 #myblurbs #posting from the waiting room of the vet ER because piper mysteriously cut her paw???#what the fuck kid #anyways apologies for typos etc

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imagine-darksiders · 22 days ago

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Strife never not being on guard until he meets you and you show him all the things humans do to relax.

Strife learning slowly what cozy is, and being unable to resist the calm tranquility you can instil with just a few, fluffy blankets and the low light of your television murmuring in the background, running cooking shows as you potter about in your kitchenette.

Strife getting drunk on your specific brand of comfort, having been starved of any compassion for millennia. He finds himself coming to you more and more between missions, finding you half asleep on your sofa with your back against the arm and a blanket over your lap. He’s too big to fit on the furniture, but that doesn’t stop him from falling onto it anyway, the wood sagging and groaning in complaint as he wriggles himself under the blanket and crawls up between your legs until his head pops out right in front of yours, and you greet him with a bemused, “Good evening, Strife.”

His voice is rough and deep when he offers a soft, “Hey,” then retreats under the blanket once more and flops his head down onto your stomach, heaving an almighty sigh.

It’s the closest thing to drowsy he’ll ever be; pinning you to the sofa and breathing in the heady scent of you whilst you sigh fondly and reach inside his hiding place to drag your fingernails across his scalp.

Strife who grumbles throatily if you try to scooch away from him. He wraps his powerful arms around your thighs and tugs you back down to let the cheek of his mask sink into your belly again.

You always joke, ‘can you even breathe in there?’ And Strife always responds by nuzzling into your shirt, his massive shoulders rising and falling as he takes the deepest breath yet, relishing the startled laugh he pushes out of you.

#Darksiders #slightly suggestive #Strife x Reader #Comfort #fluff #just fluff

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voxslays · 4 months ago

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Caught Red-Handed

Featuring: (Husk, Alastor, & Velvette) I might make a part two with more characters, so tell me which ones you want in the comments. <3

☆ Husk ☆ You and Husk were dating long before Charlie hired you at her redemption hotel. Husk was the one in charge of the bar and you were the one in charge of the entertainment. Although Husk is grumpy, rude, sarcastic and serious, secretly with you he was a little sweeter even though he didn't like to accept it.

Today your shifts were over early and you were both resting in your room, lying on the bed, the husk's face hidden in your shoulder as he purred, his hands loosely on your waist and his tail tangled around your leg, his large, reddish wings relaxed against his back. "Hmm..." he purred as he tightened his grip, although he didn't want to admit it in words, his touch said it all. His purring grows louder as he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder, his tail giving a gentle squeeze around your leg. “You're so warm... and cozy...” He mumbles sleepily, his voice barely audible. “Love you...” He whispers, his words a soft breeze against your skin.

Just then, Angel walks in without a care in the world, being a nuisance as usual. Husk's ears perk up at the sound of the door opening, and he lifts his head to glare at Angel. "What do you want?" He growls, his tail tightening possessively around your leg. "Can't you see we're busy?" Angel muttered a quick ‘sorry…!’ before quickly walking out of the room and closing the door.��

Husk let out a satisfied grunt at Angel’s hasty retreat, then nuzzled back into your shoulder. “Sorry...I didn't mean to scare him off.” He mumbled, his tail relaxing around your leg. "Good thing, otherwise he'd see us like this..." You roll your eyes. “It's not like we were doing anything.” Husk huffed, his tail flicking slightly. "Maybe not... but I don't want anyone seeing you all...cuddly...and...soft." He trailed off, his ears twitching with a hint of embarrassment. "It's... private." You sigh. “I suppose you're right.” Husk let out a happy sigh, his purring growing louder as he relaxed in your arms. His wings twitched slightly against his back, before settling once more. He nuzzled deeper into your face, his hands still loosely on your waist.

☆ Alastor ☆

Alastor emerges from the shadows, a hand grasping his chest. he swiftly takes off his coat and throws it on a nearby arm chair. he falls onto the chair soon behind it letting out a groan. he had a large gash across his chest. he had been hiding his injury from the others as to not worry them, or to appear vulnerable in any way, but today it had been particularly hard to maintain his composure. Being just in the room next to him you heard this and being concerned you opened the door to his room. “Alastor!?” You ask, seeing his stab wound.

Alastor's head snaps to the door as you enter. His face contorts into a harsh expression, a clear sign for you to leave. "Out," he growls, voice low and dangerous. But then he hesitates, seeing the concern on your face. You step closer. “Please let me help you.” You say, in almost a whisper. His face softens a little at your words. He looks away from you and back to the floor. He sighs “I’m fine, just a scratch.” He sits up straight, wincing. He looks at you again, “You know I don’t like showing weakness.” He grumbles. “You can with me. I won’t judge.” You say, reassuringly.

You quickly grab the first aid kit and bring out the necessary supplies. You quickly bandage Alastor up, making sure he doesn't bleed to death. He winces as you gently clean and dress the wound. He watches your hands work, his expression softening further. “Thank you” He looks back up at you as you finish. His face contorts slightly as he reaches out for you pulling you into his lap.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close. His touch is gentle, almost reverent. He buries his face in your neck, his hot breath fanning out against your skin. "You're the only one who cares enough to help me," He murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m sure that's not true.” You say quietly. He pulls back slightly, his gaze searching yours. "It is," he insists, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. "Everyone else fears me. But you...you see through all that, don't you?" His expression turns vulnerable, a rare sight for him. “I do.” You say.

He searches your face for a moment longer, as if trying to discern whether you're telling the truth. Finding only sincerity in your gaze, he relaxes, pulling you close again. His hand drifts down to your thigh, squeezing gently. "Stay with me tonight? Please?" Just then, Charlie comes running in, gasping for air. Once she catches her breath she speaks. “Are you two okay!?” She asks worriedly.

He tenses, his arms tightening around you protectively. His expression darkens, and for a moment, you fear he might snap at Charlie. But then he takes a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing. "We're fine, Charlie, my dear." He says gruffly, his voice barely concealing his frustration. “Alright. I’m going to check on the others then.” She turns around, leaves the radio booth, and closes the door. Alastor watches Charlie leave, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then he turns back to you, his hand still resting on your thigh. "Where were we?" he murmurs, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.

☆ Velvette ☆

You had just gotten back from a trip to Paris, through an Asmodean crystal you had gotten as a gift from Velvette, you barge into her office excitedly. “Guess who just got back from Paris!” You squeal in excitement. Velvette raises an eyebrow, her lipstick-perfect lips curling into a smirk. “And let me guess, you brought back a ton of overpriced scarves and those disgustingly priced macaroons everyone raves about?” she asks, her tone laced with sarcasm.

“Nope.” You say as you smirk, your hands behind your back. Velvette's face falls slightly, surprised. "Nope?” she repeats, her hand finding her hip. "So, you're telling me you went to Paris and didn't bring back any pastries?" She tilts her head, her eyes narrowing suspiciously. "What did you bring back then?" She asks suspiciously.

“I know as the fashion and social media overlord you barely have any time to design fashion anymore...but I brought you the next best thing!” You say as you take a pile of french fashion magazines that you were holding behind you and place them on her desk. “Ta-da~!” Velvette's eyes widen as she takes in the stack of magazines. "You brought me... fashion magazines?" she asks, her voice dripping with disbelief. She picks up one of the magazines, flipping through it dismissively. "I can get these myself, you know." You smirk. “Not from Paris you can’t.”

Velvette's hands still on the magazines, her long, perfectly manicured nails tapping against the glossy covers. "And what makes these Parisian fashion magazines so special, hmm?" she asks, her gaze flicking up to meet yours. "Are they infused with some sort of magical French charm?" You nod. “Exactly!” Velvette rolls her eyes, but can't help the small smile that tugs at the corner of her mouth. "You're ridiculous," she says, her tone softening slightly. "But... thank you." She picks up one of the magazines and tucks it under her arm.

“Aww girlie of course!” Velvette shoots you a pointed look. "Don't make a big deal out of it," she says sharply. "I'm only accepting this because it's from you." She begins to walk back to her sketchbook, then pauses. "And... maybe because it is from Paris." She whispers. “You know you love me.” You say, a smile still on your face. Velvette's expression softens, and she can't help but smile. "Yeah, yeah," she says, her voice laced with affection. She sits down at her desk, opening the magazine and beginning to flip through it, her mind already filled with new design ideas.

Velvette leans back in her chair, pulls your face close, and kisses you. Before you could deepen the kiss, Valentino walks in. Velvette pulls away from the kiss, her eyes widening slightly as she sees Valentino standing in the doorway. "Valentino," she says, her voice cool and collected. "What are you doing here? Get out!" She stands up, smoothing out her dress as she does so. Valentino's eyes dart between you and Velvette, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I could ask you the same thing," he says, his voice laced with innuendo. "Or should I say, 'what were you doing'?"

Velvette pushes him out of her office and slams the door in his face. “That was a close one. That prick almost caught us.” She says, clearly irritated. “Yeah…but he didn't.” You smirk as she pulls you into another kiss.

Part Two >>>

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moonstrider9904 · 5 months ago

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Soup

Crosshair x Fem!Reader

Tags/warnings: Fluff. SFW, albeit with some mild suggestiveness here and there. Established relationship, some teasing. Mentions and descriptions of the common cold. So much Soft!Crosshair.

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You’d heard him shifting, tossing blankets, twisting, and turning throughout the night, and you giggled to yourself at the fact that he’d obviously tried not to wake you—and failed at it. You’d pretended to remain asleep so as to not worry him. You knew Crosshair was susceptible to feeling guilty over affecting you negatively in any way. Still, you knew something was up with him, and as you made pancakes for breakfast, you had already convinced yourself to act surprised when you saw an overly tired Crosshair emerging from your bedroom.

Nothing had prepared you, however, for the sight of Crosshair completely enveloped in a thick blanket with only his face peeking through the cloth, and you didn’t have to fake the shock that overwhelmed your sudden laughter. You looked away for a moment, diverting your gaze over to the pancakes as your laughter died down softly, but when you gazed at Crosshair again, you couldn’t help but erupt in laughter once more, now not only at the sight of him, but also at the fact that he was clearly annoyed.

“I don’t even know where to begin!” You kept giggling.

“How about, good freaking morning?” Crosshair crooned, his voice nasal and the sound of his m’s coming comically close to that of a B.

“Oh ho, sweetie,” you turned the stove off and you made your way over to him as he took a seat on the couch.

“Laugh it up,” Crosshair snarled, but his nasal voice and runny nose wouldn’t intimidate a mouse.

“Do you want padcakes?” You purposefully made your own voice nasal. “A good bordig is subbosed to have a good breakfast.”

His narrow eyes glared at you. “Ha ha.”

“Or would you prefer some chicke-d soup?” You grinned, still imitating his cold-infused way of talking.

In response, Crosshair laid across the entire sofa and faced the back of it, refusing to look at you. You chuckled at his grumpy-cat attitude and kneeled down beside the couch at the level of his head as he remained wrapped under the massive comforter.

“Okay, I’m done teasing,” you spoke normally, gently shaking his shoulder. “Will you look at me, please?”

“You’re really gonna make me move?” Crosshair crooned, immobile.

“I want to see your pretty face,” you smirked.

You heard Crosshair let out a big sigh, and he struggled under the comforter to shift his body, now facing you as he continued to lay on the couch. “I have half a mind to sneeze on you and bring you down with me.”

“I eat my fruits and veggies, you don’t scare me,” you raised a brow at him.

“Shut up and give me pancakes,” Crosshair moaned softly before he closed his eyes as though he’d fall asleep any minute.

“Don’t bite the hand that’s gonna nurse you back to health, sweetheart,” you leaned in and kissed him on the forehead.

Crosshair’s eyes opened for a moment at the contact of your lips on his skin, and the teasing went away from his eyes as he gazed up at you. Your lips retreated from his forehead, and you gazed upon him too—Crosshair didn’t fail to notice the glint of adoration in your eyes, sparkling as you looked down at him. Then, when you took your hand up to brush the backs of your fingers against his cheek, he inevitably leaned into your skin and his eyes closed again. You smiled softly at his reaction, and you took your hand up to his forehead before retrieving it and watching as his eyes opened expectantly, resenting the absence of your touch.

You chuckled. “Well, you don’t seem to have a fever.”

“Yipee,” Crosshair said monotonously.

“Oh, come on,” you said as you got up. “You have a tiny little cold, you’re gonna stay home all day on the couch in a cozy blanket watching movies, with your gorgeous girlfriend giving you pancakes and chicken soup all day.”

Crosshair chuckled. “You’re right, I can think of worse things.”

“And if you’re a good boy, I’ll rub some vaporub on your chest,” you winked.

Crosshair eyed you with a little gleam of mischief, smirking as seductively as he could manage in his current state. “Aye, here I am running with snot all over me, but you still want me, darlin’.”

You cackled. “Oh yeah, you’re irresistible, all wrapped up in a comforter.”

“You can put vaporub on me anywhere you want,” he kept smirking as he closed his eyes.

Laughter took over you again. “Gross.”

“You started it,” he hummed.

With a little giggle, you got up and made your way to the kitchen to finish what you’d started, putting in extra care to the pancakes and even sprinkled in a few chocolate chips, which Crosshair wouldn’t acknowledge out loud, but you knew he loved them. It was a perfectly slow day after that, with both of you spending almost the whole time in the living room together and cozying up to warm bowls of soup you improvised and nailed.

Each time you approached Crosshair for anything, you could see it in his eyes—the faint gleam and the fleeting softness that flashed through those brown irises, features glowing with a tender affection he didn’t need to put into words. He teased and he acted like an infuriated feline whenever he was sick, but close to nothing could measure the degree to which he appreciated and simply loved you. And each time you would feel him gazing upon you in such a way, you’d smile back at him, letting him know you felt the same way.

Crosshair insisted he’d spend the night on the couch—he didn’t want to increase your risks of catching his cold by sleeping next to you like he normally would, even if the idea of clinging to you in his sleep while you played with his gray locks seemed particularly appealing. You both went into the room to get his pillow and some blankets, and he spent a relatively peaceful night on the sofa while you lay dreamlessly on the bed, missing his warmth.

You’d spent the night shifting, tossing blankets, twisting, and turning, but at least you had no risk of waking Crosshair all the way to the sofa. That thought would comfort you during your sleepless hours, and after you finally managed to sleep and wake the next morning, your head ached, you felt your nose congested, and you wanted nothing more than to remain there the entire day. You sat up on the bed, groaning as you channeled all your inner exhaustion and irony—had you known you were going to get sick anyway, you never would have let Crosshair sleep on the sofa.

You got up and didn’t bother changing out of your pajamas. You walked into the living room to find Crosshair was already awake and sitting up on the couch sipping a cup of coffee with a movie in the background, its volume low. He still had a blanket around him, but he didn’t look as groggy as he had the day before. More than that, his handsome features instantly adopted a grin and a heartfelt laugh when he laid eyes on you standing at the edge of the living room in your pajamas, your hair messy as it could ever be, sneezing, and groaning in frustration.

“I don’t even know where to begin,” Crosshair shamelessly teased you.

“You did this to me,” you frowned, and your features scrunched even more when Crosshair laughed at the way you were now pronouncing your m’s.

“Funny how the tables turn, darlin’,” Crosshair smirked.

“And I suppose you’re feeling better?” You raised a brow at him.

“Better than yesterday, but…” Crosshair looked around at the living room before looking back at you. “I could use another day of rest.”

You smiled at him. “Lucky.”

Crosshair gave a light chuckle and opened one of his arms, inviting you to sit next to him under the warmth of his blanket. You slouched your way over to him and took a seat, snuggling into his lean figure, and Crosshair wrapped his arm and the rest of the blanket around you, gently kissing the side of your head.

“You want some soup?” He asked you.

You nodded, snuggling deeper into Crosshair’s warmth.

“I’ll call Wrecker,” Crosshair said before planting another gentle kiss on your temple and reaching for his holopad, and as long as you were curled up to him, the day ahead of you could take whatever turns it wanted.

#moonstrider writes #tbb crosshair #tbb crosshair x reader #crosshair x reader #tbb fanfic #tbb fanfiction #star wars tbb #crosshair x you #the bad batch #tbb crosshair x you #the bad batch x reader #tbb x reader #crosshair #clone force 99 #clone x reader #the bad batch crosshair

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nickeverdeen · 22 days ago

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Best Fort | JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Pairings: JJ x reader (romantic)

Type of fic: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: With it being cold outside and nothing much to do inside JJ figures a way to make you cheer up again, even if it’s something as silly as a… well, you’ll see

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The cold December air seeped into the small cracks of the windows, making the heater in the corner work overtime. You were seated on the couch, bundled in one of JJ’s hoodies, flipping through the channels with little interest. JJ sat cross-legged on the floor nearby, poking at the fire he’d started in the fireplace, the soft glow casting flickering shadows across the room.

“I’m bored,” you finally declared, letting the remote fall onto the couch with a dramatic sigh.

JJ turned his head, the flames reflecting in his mischievous blue eyes. “Bored, huh?”

“Yeah,” you said, dragging out the word. “It’s too cold to do anything outside, and there’s nothing good on TV.”

JJ stood up, brushing his hands on his jeans. “Alright, Sunshine, if the great outdoors is out of the question…” He trailed off, looking around the room like he was sizing up the possibilities. Then his eyes lit up, that familiar spark of trouble dancing across his face.

“What?” you asked, sitting up straighter.

“Blanket fort,” he said simply.

Your eyebrows shot up. “A blanket fort?”

“Yeah,” he said, already pulling cushions off the couch and tossing them onto the floor. “You know, like when we were kids. Only better. Because now we’re cooler.”

“And because we’re adults, JJ,” you teased.

“Exactly! Adults who can build a fort and stay up as late as we want.” He gave you a pointed look. “Come on, don’t act like it doesn’t sound fun.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

The next hour was spent in a chaotic blur of laughter, cushions, and mismatched blankets. JJ had no real plan, which meant the “construction” process was a mess. He insisted on using fishing line at one point—“For stability!”—but quickly abandoned the idea when it tangled in his fingers.

You managed to rig a broomstick between two chairs as a support beam, draping blankets over it to create the roof. JJ stole pillows from every room, piling them into the center of the fort like a nest. By the time you finished, the two of you were out of breath, sitting back to admire your work.

“It’s… lopsided,” you said, tilting your head as you examined the fort.

“It’s perfect,” JJ countered, grinning as he flopped onto the floor and crawled inside.

“Only you would call this perfect.”

“Get in here,” he called, ignoring your teasing. “Trust me, it’s cozy.”

With a laugh, you followed him inside. He’d somehow managed to string up a few lights along the walls of the fort, their soft glow making the space feel warm and magical. You settled into the pile of pillows beside him, tugging one of the larger blankets over your legs.

“This is ridiculous,” you said, though your tone was more amused than critical.

JJ leaned back on his elbows, smirking at you. “Yeah, but you’re smiling. So, mission accomplished.”

You rolled your eyes, but he wasn’t wrong. There was something about being here with him, wrapped up in a tiny, makeshift world, that felt perfect in its own way.

“So, what now?” you asked.

JJ’s grin widened. “Now, we do fort things.”

“Which are?”

He tapped his chin dramatically, pretending to think. “We could make shadow puppets, tell ghost stories, or—” His voice lowered conspiratorially. “We could raid the snack stash.”

You gasped in mock horror. “The sacred snacks? How dare you suggest such a thing!”

JJ laughed, the sound warm and carefree. “Come on, Sunshine. You know you want some.”

It didn’t take much convincing. The two of you emerged briefly to grab an assortment of snacks—chips, candy, and a questionable pack of cookies JJ swore were still good—and retreated back into the fort.

Time blurred after that. You traded stories, teased each other relentlessly, and competed to see who could make the weirdest shadow puppet on the wall. JJ, of course, claimed victory with an unidentifiable blob he insisted was a dragon.

At one point, you leaned back against him, his arm draped lazily over your shoulders. The lights cast a soft glow across his face, highlighting the boyish charm that never seemed to fade, no matter how much life tried to beat it out of him.

“You know,” you said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence, “this might actually be one of your better ideas.”

JJ pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice low and teasing. “Told you I’m a genius.”

You laughed softly, tilting your head to look up at him. “Might be pushing it, Maybank.”

He grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Admit it—you love me.”

“I do,” you admitted, your voice soft but steady.

JJ’s grin softened into something sweeter, his free hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Good,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. It was slow and unhurried, the kind of kiss that made you forget the world outside even existed.

When he pulled back, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The fort creaked slightly in the wind, but neither of you cared. For now, this little world you’d built together was enough.

“Best fort ever,” JJ murmured sleepily.

You smiled, your eyes drifting closed. “Best December night ever.”

#imagine #jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #outer banks x reader #outer banks #obx #christmas post

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 10 months ago

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The Ranger (Part 1)

Summary: The reader is trying to enjoy her vacation in the rainy forest in her cozy cabin when an unexpected heat comes on. But things turn dangerous fast and she needs the help of a local forest ranger to get out of it. But she wasn't expecting his help to include claiming her and being her true mate. Because something isn't right and her Alpha is keeping something from her...

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Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 5,300ish

Warnings: language, life threatening medical situation, angst

A/N: Please enjoy this first part!

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This was not an ideal situation. You’d finally done it and taken that solo vacation in the mountains. A cozy cabin in a retreat from the world. The trees had turned already and were bare but the damp, cloudy rainy day would have been perfect to curl up by the wood fireplace and get through that stack of books you’d been meaning to.

Except your heat, your heat that’d always been on schedule since you’d started having them, was three fucking weeks early. You didn’t have any medicine besides a few pain killers meant for headaches, not dangerous cramps, and the cabin only had basics meant for allergies or a cold. You needed heat suppressants soon if you didn’t want to go into a full heat.

Which again, wasn’t an ideal situation since you didn’t have a flippin’ mate.

You could have tried to trek back to civilization through the winding dirt road but it’d taken two hours on the way in. Two hours of intense cramps? No way were you making that drive.

“Shit,” you said, walking slowly to the service room on the lower floor of the cabin where a radio at a table sat. Because of course you wanted to vacation somewhere without people, that meant no cell service either.

A rumble of cramps passed through you, warmth flaring your insides. You gritted your teeth and grabbed the radio, turning the frequency to the ranger station listed on the sheet on the table for emergencies.

“Hello, uh, forest service? I need help,” you said, closing your eyes as pain radiated up your spine. You frowned for a moment, the radio crackling. “Hello? I-”

“This is station 327, Ranger Winchester. What’s the emergency?” asked a strong, serious voice. You bit your bottom lip as you imagined he was an Alpha, your core quivering at the idea of getting a knot. “Mam? Please respond.”

“M-My heat’s early. It’s real bad and I have no medication. I-I’m in the Vrbo cabin off route 37, Mount Dusk I think it was called. I-”

“This line is for true emergencies. Your heat being a few days early and you being an unprepared Omega is not-”

“Listen asshole,” you snarled, gasping when your stomach threatened to curl in on itself. “It’s three fucking weeks early which everyone knows isn’t normal. I need a fucking heat kit, a strong one, or a fucking knot now and since I’m out here alone, all I got is your ass. So get me my shit and-FUCK!”

You dropped the radio as you bent over, falling to your knees. Something was wrong. Heat’s didn’t come on this fast, not even when you scented your true mate.

You could hear noise through the radio but your head was thrumming, your body grateful for the cold wood floor below you. It wasn’t possible to die from a heat, was it? If you let the fever go you supposed but it took days and days for that to happen and you’d only felt crappy for an hour. Yeah, you’d be just fine. This guy would bring you medicine and you’d be fine.

Right?

You blinked open your eyes when you heard glass break. Crap, you’d passed out for who knew how long. The overwhelming scent of Alpha hit you and despite the pain, you shot upright, staring at the man in the wet raincoat as he reached his hand through the broken pane and undid the lock. He froze when he saw you, his own scent shifting subtly. A hint of fear under the surface.

“Jesus,” he mumbled, raking his eyes over your sweat drenched body. He took off his backpack, pulling out a white box and a bottle of water, cautiously setting them on the ground and sliding them over to you.

“I look that bad, huh?” you said, ripping open the box and finding the medicine you needed, knocking it back with a swig of water.

“You’re in heat and I don’t want to be accused of doing shit I didn’t,” he said. You narrowed your eyes, hand fisting in your own shirt over your stomach. That shouldn’t have been happening still. Heat medication worked instantly. “What’s-”

You fell over again, clutching your abdomen, head spinning, body going haywire at his scent.

“Please,” you whispered, finding his hard eyes. “I’ll give you whatever you want. I-I need you to-”

“I can’t.” A wracked sob slipped past your lips as something in your broke, pain flooding every single cell. You just needed a knot and it would be bearable. He muttered to himself and quickly you were in strong arms, your own wrapping around him shakily. “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“I’ll pay you,” you whispered, hating how that sounded but he simply carried you out in the pouring rain, the cold air helping your skin not feel so hot.

“I’m on Novi-Alpha. If I knotted you,, you’d fucking die so I’m sorry but I can’t help you like that even if I wanted to.”

“I’m gonna die from this fucking fever anyways!” you shouted as he opened the backdoor of a rugged looking jeep.

“One’s a chance, one’s a guarantee,” he said, setting you down, your arms still clinging to him. He eyed you, forcibly grabbing your wrists and pulling them away. “You will not die, understand me? Now let me get you to a hospital.”

You reached for him but he moved away too quickly, closing the door. He ducked into the cabin to retrieve his bag before he was behind the wheel.

“Honey Dusk Hospital is aware you’re in a dangerous heat,” he said, turning the jeep around and driving down the dirt road, way faster than you had.

“Don’t kill me in a fucking car accident on the way,” you groaned, squeezing your eyes shut.

“This vehicle is meant for these roads, unlike your car. We’ll be on route 37 in thirty minutes, at the hospital in forty five.” You threw your head back, his musky scent filling the small space.

“Distract me,” you breathed out. “Fuck you smell so good. If you weren’t on Novi-Alpha, I’d climb you like a fucking tree.”

“Whoa lady. Calm down-”

“Don’t lady me. We’re like the same fucking age.”

“You say fucking a lot, you realize.”

“You have your insides tearing apart and tell me you wouldn’t be cursing-” You shouted, bracing yourself against the door panel, feeling him step on the gas harder. “What the fuck is happening to me?”

“...I have an idea,” he said quietly. You flashed open your eyes, looking at his incredible scruff covered jawline, his gaze focused on the bumpy, wet road ahead.

“What? Are you a doctor? Are-”

“No. I only know my basic medical training.” He frowned, rounding a tight corner. “It’s probably not a heat and you’re just sick.”

“I know what a heat feels like thank you very much.” You shivered violently, the ranger sighing. “What’s your name?”

“Dean Winchester. Try to rest. We’ll be there soon.”

The ranger’s suggestion to rest had, shockingly, not worked. By the time you were speeding down this small town’s streets, you were shaking so hard you literally couldn’t stop. Dean had reached back more than once as he drove with a handheld thermometer, muttering a few f-bombs to himself.

At least he wasn’t the one with a hundred and five temperature. A hundred and five and a half to be exact. You were pretty sure your heat was about to boil the fuck out of you and kill you within the next hour.

Dean said something but you didn’t hear him over your screaming. The next thing you knew he was ripping open the door and running inside a hospital with you in his arms, nearly tripping into a stretcher where a team was waiting.

“She’s fucking dying,” he said as he set you down, the team of doctors and nurses rushing you into a side room.

“You said this heat came on suddenly?” he asked Dean, someone sticking a thermometer in your ear.

“106. She’s too hot,” called out the nurse, the doctor near Dean rushing over, the team suddenly pushing you out of the room and down the hall. You were shoved through a pair of double doors into a bathroom, a silver high walled tub in the corner.

“I got her,” said Dean, lifting you up and plunging you into an icy cold bath. You screamed as it burned your fiery skin, his hands on your shoulders forcing you to stay inside. “Look at me. Look at me.”

You couldn’t get the words out, taking in his green emerald eyes for the first time. His scent was still all around you, pine trees and vanilla beans, a cozy campfire and aged whiskey, fresh tobacco and soft linen. Your brain went fuzzy, blood pumping in your ears, thrumming in time with your heart. Was it getting slower? Your eyes were getting heavier, that was for sure.

But he smelled so pretty, so…homey. Rugged. Yours.

“We’re losing her!” someone shouted, just as one last image of his concerned face crossed your mind.

You felt strangely…blissed out when you woke. Satisfied, like you were after being on the receiving end of a knot but also relaxed and floaty, like when you finished a heat. It wasn’t exactly a problem your heat had passed but you remembered a whole lot of pain and a high fever which wasn’t normal.

So what the fuck had happened?

You stretched in bed and sat up, a doctor in a white coat stepping into the room with a smile.

“Y/N! Glad to see you awake. It’s been a few hours. How are you feeling?” he asked, gently taking your wrist and checking your pulse.

“Uh, pretty good actually. I take it my heat’s gone?” He hummed, raising your arm up, feeling under your armpit.

“Yes. There’s not many cases a year but some Omegas do unfortunately have a negative reaction.” The doctor put two fingers to your bonding gland on your neck, your eyes narrowing. Why would he be feeling that?

“What are you doing?” you asked as he pulled them back, glancing at a monitor.

“Just checking your bond is healing.” You stared at him, the doctor glancing down with a sigh. “You don’t remember, do you? What happened before you passed out in the tub?”

“I remember being dumped in ice cold water and a whole lot of people shouting but that’s it.”

“You didn’t pass out immediately. We determined while you were on the way here that your heat was triggered by the fact you came into contact with your true mate. Ordinarily, you would have picked up on this yourselves but your Alpha is on medication that has strong side effects. Namely, he was only vaguely aware of who you were through scent but there was no desire to mate as would be the norm. For you, unfortunately there is no recognition on a level that you’re aware of. You understandably would not know you went into heat early because of your true mate.”

You reached a hand up to your bonding gland, wide eyed when you felt…something. You flew out of bed, the doctor trying to stop you but you were quickly in the small bathroom, staring in the mirror.

“What the fuck is that!” you shouted. On your neck was a fresh, pink, bite mark. Someone had fucking claimed you. You angrily spun around, the doctor holding up his hands. “What kind of hospital is this! I’m suing the fuck out of you and this whole place!”

You caught a whiff of something…delectable, an Alpha’s scent somewhere close by. It calmed you, ever so briefly, the doctor sighing.

“The man that brought you in-”

“The ranger guy.”

“Yes he…well he…there’s no easy way to say this. He is your true mate. Ordinarily we would have used medication to mimic your true mate’s scent but seeing as he was there…when he was told he would be able to claim…” he said as you stalked out, eye twitching. “We were losing you and receiving a claim bite from your true mate was the fastest way to bring your fever down. In emergency situations, true mates are allowed to make medical choice for you if you’re unable-”

“He wasn’t my mate then,” you growled.

“Physically, no but on a metaphysical level, yes. Frankly, the health of my patient, you, is all I care about. We’d like to observe you a few more hours before discharging.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“So my heat is magically gone and some random dude hanging out in the hall is now my Alpha?”

“That’s the more blunt way of putting it. We’ll send home medication to suppress your urges to mate physically. Your Alpha will be unable to knot you until he has completed his Novi-Alpha prescription.”

“And when will that be?” you asked, tilting your head. The doctor frowned. “When?”

“...You don’t know what Novi-Alpha is prescribed for, do you. That is a discussion for you and your Alpha.” You wanted to argue but he lifted his chin. “Please let me finish my examination and determine if your heat had any consequences.”

Three hours later they finally let you leave, a white baggie in hand that held a bottle of pills you were to take once a week for the foreseeable future. There were well over a hundred inside which made you more than queasy.

What the fuck was Novi-Alpha and why did a guy that looked more than healthy need to be on it?

You frowned when you stepped outside under the covered front entrance, the ranger standing from where he sat on a bench.

“Hey,” he said quietly. “How are you feeling?”

“I didn’t give you permission to claim me.” His scent shifted, an edge to it you didn’t like. He narrowed his eyes, a frown growing on his otherwise handsome face. “Oh, don’t you start on that we’re true mates shit. You didn’t ask for my consent.”

“Excuse me but you were the one begging for it,” he quipped back. He took a few steps away like he was heading for the sidewalk, suddenly turning on a dime and getting in your face. He breathed heavily, clenching his jaw. “You don’t feel…this and I get that it’s my fault. I barely feel it myself. And I frankly don’t care about your consent. My mate was five minutes away from death.”

“Oh, I did not sign up for some toxic asshole,” you said, shaking your head. You took a step, Dean grabbing your wrist. He looked ready to snarl, lip curling up.

“True mates are never, ever bad mates. Stop hating me for saving you.”

“I don’t even fucking know you. This whole situation is your damn fault in the first place.” He twitched his eye, yanking on your arm so you stepped forward. “Get off, ass-”

“I am your Alpha and I’m taking you home,” he said, tugging you along after him, your feet cold on the wet ground, socks already soaked through.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you growled. Dean whipped around and in a second, you were tossed over his shoulder. “Dean! Put me down!”

“You’ll wear yourself out if you don’t calm down.” You growled, punching his back twice. You raised your fist again but felt dizzy, your hands instead gripping him tightly. “Did you listen to the doctors at all? You need to take it easy.”

“Just take me to my cabin,” you grumbled. He didn’t speak again, only grunted once when he opened the passenger door of his truck to slide you inside. You were too tired to deal with this crap. You’d go back to the cabin, sleep for a solid twelve hours and figure out this mate crap tomorrow.

The roads were unfamiliar as Dean drove in silence, winding and twisting as he drove away from town and off a small road. It was a gravel road unlike the one to your cabin but you perked up when you saw a cabin in a small clearing after only a few minutes.

“Uh, that’s not my cabin,” you said. Dean put the truck in park, turning it off. “I was out on Mount-”

“This is my house…our house,” he mumbled the last part. You shook your head at him, Dean rolling his eyes. “You need rest, not to sit in a car for hours. I’ll get your shit from that rental and bring it here. We’ll figure out the rest of your crap from wherever you’re from later.”

“Excuse me? We’re mates, as much as that appalls me. We make decisions like where to live together. I have a job, a life-”

“We live here. End of discussion,” he growled. His scent was raw, twitchy. There was no room for arguing. You were ready to fight back but you forced yourself to calm down. He was your true mate and as much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. True mates were never bad to one another. He wouldn’t harm you but good god was this guy protective.

You frowned when he held up a finger to you and got out. He threw up his hood, rain coming down harder. In a flash he was at your door, picking you up bridal style and rushing you over to a covered porch. He set you down to unlock the door, flipping a light switch before he stepped back. You walked past him, surprised to find the cabin quite spacious and modern.

He disappeared behind you, returning with your white paper bag, now wet. His boots were removed and you peeled off your soaked through socks, following him slowly as he went to the open kitchen area on the right. The bag was set down, Dean moving to his fridge and taking a few things out.

It was open concept, kitchen on the right, living room on the left, a dining table in the front by the windows. There was a hallway in the back and one off the kitchen, probably leading to bedrooms and a garage. A large fireplace was nestled in the corner of the living room and you saw Dean cross into your vision, going to it to toss in a few logs.

Honestly, it was nicer than your rental had been.

Once he had a fire going, he turned back to where you stood on the front rug, water dripping off of you. His lips pressed into a thin line, looking you up and down not like an Alpha would his Omega. No, he was being very clear.

You were the stray that’d followed him home he hadn’t wanted.

“I don’t have to be here,” you said when he approached, staring up at his dark eyes. “This isn’t normal. We’re supposed to be all over each other and clearly we’re not. We-”

“There’s a stew going on the stove. It’ll be ready in an hour. Just leave it alone.” He put a hand on the small of your back, walking you down to the back hall, motioning you to the last door on the left. He flipped on a light, cascading you into a cozy bedroom with soft white bedding and a dark green flannel blanket on top.

He cleared his throat and went to a closet, pulling out a few pieces including a t shirt, hoodie, sweatpants and pair of boxer briefs.

“You should warm up in the shower. Bathroom is right there. The laundry room is on the other side of the house, near the kitchen and garage. It’s coming down harder so it’ll take me a few hours to get to the rental and back here. You should-”

“Take it easy. Yeah, I got that.” He nodded, pausing at the bedroom door with his back to you.

“If it’s any consolation, I’m sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve it.” You quirked your eyebrow up.

“You’re my Alpha. We’re soulmates. I guess this is supposed to happen.” He was still, the air thick. “I…listen I know I was…I wish I’d been aware of what I’d been saying but…”

He smelled tense, his hand in a tight fist by his side. What the fuck was up with this guy?

“Whether we like it or not, we’re mates,” you said gently. “When you get off that medicine, it’ll feel different-”

“I can never get off it and I can never knot you. You’ll never feel a damn thing for me.” Then he was gone, tearing down the hall and out the front door before you could even move.

An unpleasant shiver ran down your spine that he was right.

Your feet moved on autopilot to the bathroom, stripping out of the wet clothes and standing in front of the nicely tiled shower. In seconds you were under hot water, cascading down your back, through your hair. Fingers reached up to your neck, rubbing over your bond.

There were no sparks or flurry in your veins. You were supposed to be able to feel Dean, feel your connection, feel his soul.

But there was nothing. All you felt was empty.

You couldn’t feel the other part of your soul and he blamed himself.

“Fuck that,” you said, quickly finishing and getting dressed in the clothes aside from the sweatpants that were too long.

You found his computer in one of the spare bedrooms, stealing it along with a notepad and pen. Out in the kitchen, you settled into a seat at the island and drew a line down the middle of the pad. One side for information about Dean, the other Novi-Alpha.

With a quick stretch, you cracked open the laptop and got to work.

Three Hours Later

It was dark by the time headlights flashed through the front windows. The computer said it was just after six thirty and you knew you were about thirty seconds away from an argument. Ah, what a wonderful way to spend your first night with your Alpha.

Out of view you heard the door leading from the garage to the house crack open, wet boots against the tile in the mudroom.

“I’m back!” he called from around the corner. “We’ll unpack your stuff tomorrow. How was…”

Your eyes darted over to the hallway he exited from, his socked feet padding his footfalls on the woode floors that covered the rest of the house. He stared at where you had his laptop, a charger plugged into the side of the island, a stack of papers next to you, your notepad, pen, three different highlighters and a cup of coffee.

“Are…are you working?” He asked, face souring. “You should be resting. I thought you were here on vacation anyways.”

“I am and this isn’t work related.” He narrowed his eyes, not saying anything as he went to the sink on the other side of the island to wash up.

“Did you eat yet?” You shook your head, typing some more. A heavy sigh left him. He went to a cabinet, pulling out two large bowls. “You really should have eaten something. You nearly died this morning. Your school project can wait.”

“I’m not in college,” you said, jotting down a few more notes before you saved what you’d been working on and signed out of your account. You closed the screen, watching water trail down from his wet hair and soaking his shirt collar. “Why are you wet?”

“Because there’s a thunderstorm outside. It rains here most days,” he said dryly, giving you a side glare as he walked the two bowls of stew over to the kitchen table. You cocked your head at him as you got up, Dean quickly retrieving utensils. “What?”

“You parked in the garage just now and my cabin was far enough away that you’d be dry. Where’d you stop on the way back?” He slammed the drawer shut, eye twitching. “Strike a nerve?”

“I asked you to do one thing. One thing. Rest. And y-you’re writing a research paper or some crap? Sit down and eat your damn dinner.” You would have told him off but truth be told, you were starving a bit. You took your bowl and moved it to the seat across from his, Dean angrily setting down a spoon. A few moments later, a large glass of water was in front of you and he had a bottle of beer on his placemat. Dean sat with a loud thud, shoveling a large spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Why are you wet?” you asked again, crossing your arms.

“Why does it matter? Fucking eat.” You leaned back, Dean dropping his spoon in the bowl. “Really? This is how it’s gonna be? I’ve been nothing but nice-”

“If this is you nice then I’d hate to see you mean.” You raised your chin, picking up the spoon. “I’ve always heard alpha’s protective instincts are unmatched. You can barely feel whatever this bond is and you’re so worked up-”

“I almost watched you die today.” You closed your eyes and sighed. A small noise made you open your eyes, Dean sliding a small white box over to you. You frowned, lips parting when you saw the newest iPhone inside. “I got you a phone on the account your other one was in your pocket when you took your artic dip. I rushed to the store before they closed. That is why I’m wet. I’d never want you to feel like you’re trapped here, especially when you can’t feel our ‘whatever bond.’”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the rain on the roof, the clanking of spoons and the quiet thrum of a soft rock station in the living room.

He seemed…stressed. Maybe you should wait for the morning to bring up what you’d found.

But you didn’t get the chance when he picked up and glanced at your notepad. Green eyes scanned over the pages before he gathered up everything you’d been working on.

And tossed it straight into the fireplace.

“Hey!” you shouted, rushing over as he stopped you in your tracks. He leered down, eyes dark. “That was-”

“You will delete everything you saved on that computer. Now.”

“You can’t-” He gripped your arm tight, so hard he was shaking it.

“Do it or I will make your life hell.” He released you, spinning you around towards the computer. You didn’t believe he’d hurt you. True mates were incapable of it. But you didn’t want to tempt him anymore than you already had.

Ten minutes later, your backup was gone and after a through examination by Dean, he took the computer and tossed it into the fireplace as well.

“I know you have questions,” he said quietly, back to you as the flames danced around the melting device. “I never should have gone hiking this morning. You caught my scent in the wind and-”

“Why would you go hiking in the pouring rain? It was raining this morning too. I had my coffee under the covered porch but it was coming down like bullets. No one would be out there willingly.” He turned and faced you, eyes roaming over your body, stuck on how his boxer briefs molded to your legs.

“In another life, we could have been happy. I would have given you everything you asked for. But not this one. I will keep you safe but that is all we are. We don’t get our happy ever after until we’re both dead.”

You swallowed, stepping into the living room, stopping a few feet away. “You hurt my arm just now.”

“I know,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again as long as you don’t do stupid things.”

You were getting angry again, Dean holding up his hands. “Stupid shit like try to know my new Alpha who just left me all alone? Sorry for trying to look up your damn social media. Asshole.”

Dean dropped his hands and went back to the fireplace, poking the computer with a poker, shaking his head.

“The more in the dark you are-”

“I’m a corporate forensic analyst, Dean,” you said, Dean’s shoulders stiffening. “Those notes on the computer? In that pad? Those articles? You can burn them all but it’s in my head. I don’t need the internet anymore to figure out what’s going on.”

“And what does your analysis tell you?” he grit out.

“Novi-Alpha is a cancer medication specifically for Alphas. But you don’t have it and never have. So why would an otherwise healthy Alpha take it? Well, it apparently has other uses that the public doesn’t know about…if you’re willing to live with the side effects. Side effects like knotting becoming a deadly activity to the person on the receiving end. The inability to feel your mate. Scent changes. And my personal favorite, if taken without the binding agent that’s given for cancer treatment, it changes your DNA coding without changing your DNA. Apparently law enforcement doesn’t want that news to get out there because it’s a bitch to catch people if they find out they can change their DNA on tests.”

You grabbed his arm and made him face you, a loud crack of thunder echoing in the room. Dean breathed calmly, eyes finding yours.

“Why are you taking medicine to change your DNA?”

“Because I did something bad, Y/N.” He got closer, pressing his chest to yours, forcing you to tilt your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Fingers brushed over your cheek, thumb swiping over the curve of it slowly. “Because your true mate is a monster. And once you know the truth, you’ll want to run away…and I don’t think I’m strong enough to let you go.”

The air was thick with his scent, dark yet pleasant. Painful even. You leaned into his touch, Dean’s green eyes widening ever so slightly.

“Novi-Alpha prevents Omegas from feeling their true mate. But I know you feel me.” You closed your eyes, breathing him in. “You have to tell me the truth eventually.”

“No I don’t,” he whispered.

“You’ll tell me,” you said, opening your eyes, Dean’s hand sliding down to your mark. “Because I’m in danger if you don’t.”

He shook his head, pulling away from you. “Don’t pull that crap, Y/N. You’re safer not knowing.”

“Right. That’s why you burned everything just now.” He looked up, like someone else would magically tell him what to do. “You need to protect me. It’s your job. So you have to tell me the truth, Alpha. You have to.”

He laughed quietly, running a hand through his damp hair. “Using my title to get what you want. Manipulative. Maybe you were meant for me.”

“Dean-”

“The Ranger.” You raised your eyebrows at him, Dean wandering to the dark window.

“Uh, what? This is because you’re a forest ranger?” He laughed again, crossing his arms.

“No. I do that because…it’s a pretty isolated job. Small town work.” He looked to his right, a sad smile on his face. “The Ranger. That was my name when I had a different job.”

“That’s not a name…” you said, Dean shrugging. “What’d you do when you were The Ranger?”

He smirked, meeting your curious gaze. “Have you ever killed anyone?”

He slowly stalked back to you, tilting his head. He leaned in close, glancing at your lips. “N-No, can’t say I have.”

“Ever kill an animal?”

“I hit a squirrel with my car once. I cried all night for that.” Dean rested his forehead against yours, his scent rolling off of him in powerful waves. “D-Do you hunt animals?”

“No.” He brushed his lips to the shell of your ear, his pulse strangely calm. “Now people, that’s a different story.”

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A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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