#but the other cats cant even breathe at her when she has wet

[ino]

all of my cats are so well behaved when i'm preparing wet food

except for chickadee. chickadee gets so excited that it turns into aggression and she starts slapping and fighting everyone who comes within 10 feet of me at the counter. so she goes in jail when i prepare and eats in jail

we raised her from 8 weeks old with such tender love and care and she's just kind of an asshole. goes to show that sometimes cats are just who they are no matter what you do lmao

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 28 - Sex Pollen

Kink: Sex Pollen

Pairing: F!Reader x F!Plant Monster

Other Kinks: Light Bondage, Slight Sweat Kink

Warnings: Dubious Consent

Word Count: 1457 words

Kinktober Masterlist

Sometimes, curiosity really does kill the cat.

That’s the last coherent thought you had when you stumbled onto the bush, falling to the ground as plumes of alien pollen quickly fill the air around you. Your panic makes you take in deep heaving breaths, practically snorting the foreign contaminant like a drug.That’s probably why they recommended wearing the gas mask at all times, even if that atmosphere on this planet was comparable to your own.

Fuck, fuck!

Maybe it’s just placebo, but already your body temperature has gone up, your heart rate increasing, more and more of the pollen stuffing up your nose. You have the wherewithal to shove your shirt collar over your face, but not before your legs give out from under you.

You lie flat on the ground, ensconced in ankle-height vegetation as the yellow dust settles onto your clothes, coating you like powdered sugar. Your vision is starting to haze, your body in an absolute panic as it tries to move, but can’t. Your muscles feel sluggish and heavy, some kind of burning sensation under the skin sapping all your energy.

It’s so….hot.

The panic begins to slip away. You’re still hot, your heart still beats, but it’s more…pleasant. It sends goosebumps down your spine, has your body relaxing and legs spreading open. Something long and slippery rubs at your thigh and you don’t even react, just sink into the touch.

“Well, aren’t you a cutie?”

Something in the shape of a hand grips your jaw, breath exhaling across your lips as your eyes struggle to catch focus.

The pollen must be a hallucinogenic, because your eyes swear there’s a woman on top of you. You can’t see her that well, vision still spotted and blurry, but her curvaceous form is unmistakable.

Your mouth is open, words dead in your mouth, only a faltered breath coming out. Something nudges against the crotch of your pants and makes your whole body flinch. Woah, since when have you been so sensitive?

“It must be my lucky day.” The seductive female voice purrs in your ear, chases away your anxiety as more and more tendrils wrap around your arms and legs, pulling you to lie spread eagle. You still struggle to see in her entirety, even when she straddles your waist. “I snared such an adorable little thing in my trap.”

The vines constrict, shooting an aching feeling straight down to your core. You become aware of just how wet you are, the center of your panties soaked through and sticking to your khakis. Your thighs try to close and rub together, provide some friction, but only makes the vines tighten. A keening whine comes from the back of your throat, your hips canting upward.

“So receptive already.” The figure lets out an airy chuckle. “You didn’t huff that much darling.”

The hand moves up the side of your face, the backs of knuckles brushing along your jaw. Your vision has begun to clear up, the vague shapes of a face registering in your mind. Just certainly not a human face.

The creature’s ‘skin’ is a light shade of green, her lips painted a sultry red, less like lipstick and more like a warning sign for wayward bugs. Something brushes against the side of your neck, hanging of her head like hair, but feeling far more like the leaves of weeping willow.

You’re more coherent mind would be fascinated, asking a billion questions about this new creature, about this new species you just discovered. But your drugged mind is a little more focused on one thing, and it's the vines currently trying to pry open your pants.

“A-ah!” something jolts up your stomach when a bold vine sneaks down the crotch of your underwear, slotting itself between your pussy lips. It writhes against your cunt like a massager, already drenched in your slick. Your hips roll against the pressure, your clit throbbing against it.

“Hmmm.” The creature licks her lips, revealing a long and ribbed purple tongue. The thought of that on you makes your thighs clenched, legs hugging the side of the vine like it’s a stripper pole. “You taste good.” The creature hums, licking a stripe up the side of your face. The entanglements of vines shudder around you, the connected whole of this creatures body soaking up every inch of you. Something not too different from a hand grabs at the bottom of your shirt, forcing it past your sports bra so more vines can encircle your waist. The creature moves her face down from yours to your chest, nostrils flaring as she takes a deep whiff of your pheromones. “So good.” She whispers to herself, tongueing at the sides of your bra. It’s the most soaked from your hike through the forest, the salty sweat clinging the fabric to your sides.

After she’s sucked on the fabric long enough, the creature pushes up the bra, mouth latching onto your perked nipples and swirling her tongue around. Like a kid in a candy shop, she indulges in her treat, more vines joining to grab at your other one.

“Mmmph.” The creature coos, nuzzling her face into your boobs. Nails dig into the fatty flesh, making you jolt and forcing your hips against the vines. Another shock travels up your core, fresh slick gushing from your cunt. You don’t think you ever been this wet in your entire life.

The creatures licks down and down your stomach, her eyes going cross as she tastes more and more of you. Once she reaches your mound she nuzzles into your pubic hair, taking a deep whiff before the vine on your pussy movies out of the way. All of the vines shudder, wrapping tight around your extremities and pulling you open.

“Eek!” You yelp when her hand pushes back at your labial hood, covetous eyes admiring your bulging clit. That swirling tongue taps at it, rewarded by another flood of your juices.

“All for me.” The creature purrs, diving tongue first into your pussy, only focused on getting more of the taste in her mouth.

“O-ohhh.” Your mouth hangs open, breaths heavy and panting as the alien feasts on your cunt. Those ribbed sides do just as intended, stimulating your gummy walls and making you gush onto her jaw. It feels like she’s setting off firecrackers in your belly, writhing that long tongue and trying to find your g-spot.

“Oh, fuck!” Your hips roll onto her face, your clit nudging right against her nose. You can feel her lips curling up into a smirk. Seems she found it.

Her tongue is just a prehensile as her vines, pressing hard onto the sensitive spot, curling backwards and making your vision go spotty. Vines curl around your tits, pressing them together, forcing your sweat to pool at the valley in between. Like snakes they slither in between, constricting and teasing your areolas. Your body feels like it’s melting, the heat slowly cooking your brain, a profound ache settling deep in your stomach. God, why does it feel so wonderful?

“Ah-ah-ah!” You desperately grind against her tongue, the creature and her vines letting you. She seems to enjoy watching you succumb to her trap, watch you come undone. Her nostrils flare against your pussy lips, tongue now drawing shapes onto your g-spot.

You’re so desperately close, the precipice of an explosive orgasm robbing you of words and coherent thought. The creature’s keen senses make her aware of it before you do, vines pulling taut and forcing your limbs to stay rigid, offering no escape from the overwhelming feeling. You’ll come on her tongue, that she is sure of.

“I-” You slur, the needed vocabulary robbed from your drunken mind. Vines tug at your perked nipples, make every hair on your body stand on end.

Cum.

Something whispers in the back of your mind, too delirious to realize it’s not your inner monologue but her, this fascinating creature. Another ability to add to the research log.

“Fuck!” Everything convulses when your climax hits, the sudden spray of your cum on the creature’s tongue making her wiggle with joy. You’ve never squirted before, but it seems this planet is introducing you to a lot of new experiences. The creature nuzzles her face into your pussy, coating her face in your juices, lapping at your spent hole like she’s in the desert and you’re her oasis.

Your senses return to you, but slowly. You vaguely recall the creature sidling up to your side, soft curves and vines wrapping you in an even softer embrace. Hands rub at your scalp, plush lips kissing the sude of your face. The pollen’s effects have weakened, but you’re still so hot.

“You’re all mine.”

[kazuwhora]

— BLOODLETTING

⨳ WARNINGS. dom!reader, fem!reader, though no use of pronouns for reader, wlw/nblw, fingering, teasing, bloodplay, non wlw or nblw dni please and thank u

⨳ WORD COUNT. 1.7k

⨳ NOTE. I suck at ending fics, so deal with it. this is also my many times changed submission for me and @eijirhoe‘s dom!reader collab and my own pride collab!

POWER IS TOUGH— she’s the blood fiend, afterall. she’s tough and loud, running her mouth every chance she gets, priding herself on her ‘wins’ with a huff and a smirk to match.

she’s tough until your hand brushes her skin, or toys with the ends of her hair. she’s tough until she’s sat beside you, and your hand rests on her thigh just high enough to make her shift in her seat. then? she’s putty in your hands.

her face turns beet red the further your hand slips, running your fingers along the hem of her shorts until she can barely look your direction without breaking into a nervous sweat. she’s rather quiet, for her, refusing to acknowledge your wandering hands as they creep up to toy with the zipper of her shorts.

“whats wrong, pretty? cat got your tongue?” you tease, smirking as you bask in the success of your efforts.

power’s face contorts with frustration as her brows furrow and she crosses her arms in front of her.

“nuh uh!” she shakes her head until her hair falls over her shoulders just enough to hide the embarrassment that tints her cheeks. “you’re just annoying!” she huffs again, this time making even more of an effort to hide her expression from your taunting gaze.

annoying might be the word to describe it, but there’s something so pleasing about watching her scramble to defend herself— desperate to prove she’s not weak, even when there’s nothing she can do under your grip, even if she wanted to.

“oh?” you ask, raising an eyebrow as you tug the zipper up and down, watching her eyes focus and move with the motions of your hands. you’re careful with the button, working slowly as her breathing becomes heavier the more you tease. “you think I’m…. annoying?”

it takes all the energy she has to nod her head, and her eyes squeeze shut before she manages to respond.

“mhm. yep. you’re…..” power pauses as your fingers pull the belt rings of her shorts, slipping them down to her ankles with ease and she presses her thighs together with anticipation.

“I’m?” you taunt, letting your fingers press against her puffy cunt through the fabric of her panties. “spit it out, princess. I’m what?”

“a-annoying…”

power’s voice is reduced to a whisper— her lip nearly trembles as she chokes the words out, refusing to look your way the more and more you push against her.

“hmmm” you sigh, stopping the circles of your fingers as she nearly whines for more. “can annoying people make you feel good, power?”

her lips part in response, but you cut her off before she can speak as you slip your fingers past her panties and circle her clit with your thumb. the other fingers tease her cunt— she’s already so wet for you and you’ve barely done anything, but she’s always been weak for you. she’s always been your pathetic little slut.

feeling her thighs press together, feeling the way her body quivers every time you tease her, it nearly drives you crazy if not for the facade you have to put on around her just to have your way. she’s always been one to challenge you, but the second you open your mouth— the second you humiliate her, she’s awfully quiet.

“not one for talkin’ hmm?” you coo. power looks away, giving in to your efforts as her chin drops to her chest in defeat. “that’s okay pretty, I’ll take care of you all nice, m’kay?”

you lean your body across hers, tilting her chin up with your free hand as she stares back at you with glassy eyes and nods. you can’t help but want to ruin her, to make her beg for more— beg for you as she struggles to keep her composure. you cant help but slip your fingers past her folds, losing yourself in the way her cunt tightens around you, and the hunger is far too intense to satiate.

“so tight for me” you giggle, pumping your fingers the best you can while your thumb stays pressed against your clit. you want to taste her so bad, but the ruse is too entertaining to give up now.

power doesn’t know how to shut up— that much, you know. she doesn’t know how to shut up, and she can’t keep herself from whining the deeper you push inside her as she thrashes her body and squirms in your grip.

there’s a hiccup in her breath as she writhes against you, each time pulling a whimper from her throat as you watch her struggle to keep her composure— she’s never been good at it anyways, and you can’t help but take pride in watching her fall apart from even the tiniest bit of pleasure.

“hurry up” she whines, pressing the back of your hand as if to beg for more.

“hurry up? and waste enjoying watching you like this?” your voice taunts here with ever slow curl of your finger inching up her velvet walls and you giggle every time her body clenches around you.

“shut up!” power hisses back as she digs her nails into the back of your hand, using her other arm to pull you flush against her body before her voice continues to mumble into the crook of your neck. “shut up shut up shut up!”

you can’t help but giggle— watching her unfold before your eyes into a pit of both denial and pleasure at once is satisfying, but a sharp pain in your neck pulls you from your enjoyment as power’s teeth dig into your skin. the deeper your fingers curl, the deeper her teeth dig as her broken whimpers hum against your skin and almost make up for the throbbing sensation across your skin.

she’s close to you now— pressed against your chest as you try your best to ignore the drops of blood she desperately licks from your skin as her teeth rest just on the surface.

“is that how this is gonna be, pretty?” you hum, stopping the motions of your finger as she frowns and pulls away with frustration.

the pout on her face is almost too much to deny, but the warmth of the blood against your skin and the tiny crimson stains in the corner of her mouth remind you of your purpose.

“fine then— if you’re gonna be this way, m’not going easy on you”

your hand pushes against her chest until her back is pressed against the cushions. there’s a softness to her like this— it’s almost infectious, and you let your fingers relax just for a moment as she whimpers against your lips.

“not fair” she whines, struggling and shifting her body as your fingers barely move an inch inside her.

“not fair?” you repeat, watching her frown with a raised brow.

“nuh uh— not fair!” her body shifts again with her whines, desperate for you to keep going and you manage to hold yourself back just long enough to fulfill your satisfaction and taste for control.

“alright, let’s be fair then, hmm?”

your whispered words nearly send shivers up power’s spine as her head presses back against the sofa and her eyes squeeze shut with anticipation. you start slow, curling your fingers and pressing against her velvet walls as she clenches around you. its a slow, sensual rhythm that nearly drives her mad, and with every stroke of your hand comes her legs that press together and shift as you push your fingers deeper and deeper once again.

“you’re gonna cum for me, you can do that can’t you, power?” her name slips off your tongue so easily, and yet the syllables get caught in the air and she barely notices you’re even talking. “tell me you’re gonna cum for me” you hiss, this time making sure she can hear you as your thumb presses against her clit pulling a whimper from her lips.

“mhm I—” she stutters, squeezing her eyes shut again as your thumb digs down against her nerves. “I— ngh— I…. I’ll cum for y-you”

her voice is soft and broken, and it floods your senses with the waves of euphoric control you so desperately crave with her. for someone so mouthy— so snarky and loud, she’s quiet now. quiet and desperate for you and only you.

“good girl” you hum, pumping your fingers faster and faster as the sounds of her wet cunt and her pathetic whimpers mix together in the air around you.

power can barely contain herself— fangs clamped down on her lip as she squirms in your hold. she knows she can’t escape, and with every thrust of your fingers she lets herself go piece by piece until tears prick the corners of her eyes and her vision turns fuzzy.

“I—” she stutters, barely able to put words together. “g-gonna—”

before she can finish her sentence, power’s nails dig into your neck and drag down to your shoulder, drawing tiny pebbles of blood from where she had already bitten you before. but it’s too much— the sensation of your fingers pressing against her sweet spot pushing her to the edge, and the smell of your blood so close she can practically taste it makes her body tremble as she gasps for some sort of composure.

“that’s it” you coo, this time ignoring the warmth of your blood staining your neck. watching her unravel into such desperation is far more entertaining than tending to the damage she’s done in the process.

her high is intoxicating— even for you, and you can’t help but pull her flush against your chest as her body collapses from the rush alone. quivering breaths are all she can manage as your fingers stay dormant inside her, entertained by the way her walls pulse around them as she finally begins to relax.

with her head buried in the crook of your neck, power can’t help but whine as your free hand strokes and combs through her hair.

“please?” she whimpers, as her warm breath coats your blood stained skin.

rolling your eyes, you know you can’t deny the blood fiend— especially not after she’s been so obedient just for you.

“fine— but only because you’ve been such a good girl”

[muffindaddystyles]

Someone hurts Y/N at work; and Harry’s owner of the company.

Angry young man CEO!H very protective of his lovie :)))))))))))))

It was Tuesday. Tiring Tuesday is what Y/N calls them to be because they lurk in the middle of week and drags you after a Monday. Today, it’s the worst fucking Tuesday since the day she started working at this company.

Harry offered her. More to say tried to convince her with his sweet puppy tactics, tried to lure her in with his seductive begging and would mumble the same thing in her sweaty neck while balls deep in her, “Please sweet toots ... promise I wouldn’t be there to take ye' interview, please work in my company.” He squished her sides in desperation. Y/N whined, mind too occupied in the way he’s leaking into her, the head of his cock angled to rub at her spongy wall making her hug herself into him.

“I could be a very hard boss in my office, ‘s all ‘m saying.” He wiggled his brows at her playfully, hissing when his double joke earned him a tight fit around his prick and he was soon forgetting all of it when she canted her hips to let him slick deeper inside her.

It’s not that; Y/N doesn’t wants to work at his company. When her boyfriend asked her so sweetly and stout-heartedly. Call him a sap but he actually wants to be closer to her in every possible chance he gets – she gives him an unyielding amount of comfort and happiness when she’s with him.

There’s this silver of pride he wants to take (since he’s the biggest narcissists) in being a power couple, because in the end everything will be theirs.

But she doesn’t want to seem like she took advantage of him. She didn’t study and worked hard many years to be called dependent on her boyfriend. She wanted to find her first proper job herself – feel all the odds and jitters of her firsts after UNI.

Harry called the battles off knowing his little stubborn baby’s too much a wiggler and he believes in her and he’s very proud of her previous achievements, he just wants to see her happy working with him or not.

She indeed got it. She was finally a design editor at a grand magazine company, excited to meet her boss who’s one of her absolute favourite graphic designers in the industry.

Harry and her celebrated her baby step towards her success by going out at this cafe which had cats you can pet and love on.

He was blissed to see her this happy, considering it a win win situation. But she doesn’t need to know? Does she? And Harry didn’t do anything suspicious? Did he? Nobody even know who she's! And if Y/N wants that, he’ll have it that way.

Soon her enthusiasm deflated like a sorrowful balloon whirling in the air for seconds before falling on the ground and getting it’s existence neglected, because, her boss was the meanest bitch alive.

At the moment, Y/N forced the pertinacious lump of pathetic tears down her throat, not blinking to dry out the moisture threatening to fall from her waterline feeling humiliation creep up her skin and making her want to shrink into herself and never show her face.

She listens patiently and optimistically as her boss practically screams at her for not liking the designs Y/N worked to modify for damn 62 hours and the Karen still had an audacity to degrade, Y/N.

Y/N gasped, stumbling back in fright shock when the file that had her precious designs composed in it flew and hit Y/N, the ragged corner of it scratching Y/N’s delicate skin and her boss was spinning away from her to stare coldly at the bustling city outside through the window drowning into fumes and anger.

Y/N opened her mouth, guppy like. Wanting to say something back and call her out on her act but she felt like her voice got strangled into her chest.

ShitShitShitShit.

Hammering in her brain when she felt something warm oozing from her skin and she’s panicking, wiping a vicious streak of blood from her jaw with her trembly fingers and scuttled straight to the washroom before anyone was able to see her in such vulnerable condition.

She had enough of it and left out of there without a word to anyone, not even to her cubby mate. She bottled all the emotions that were rattling against her bones to flood out of her each pore, until she could reach her home and once she did she was having a humongous and ominously scary breakdown, glad that Harry was stuck in meetings and the house was all of hers to cry ugly.

Once she was all blue lips, puffy and swelled up cheeks and eyes, nest of a hairstyle and all burned up lungs she was calming herself down with deep breaths just Harry taught her.

Scrubbing and cleaning herself off then going to bed without waiting for Harry, something very rare and the right hit in the nail for him to know she isn’t feeling well.

He was welcomed by silence. No dinner, just leftovers in fridge and his insides became all crummy and not very pleasant when he tailed to the living room and wasn’t met by his lovebug; either cramming her head to sketch down designs with an ipad in her lap while a buzz of random Netflix show accompanies her, dossing off cutely with hundreds of her study journals and magazines messed around her on the floor, or her in sleeping pyjamas with food already set up on the coffee table and brightening the whole room with her squeals when Harry announces his presence.

None of that instead he finds her in their bedroom, drowned under layers of blankies and her stuffies with room lit dark.

He coos softly, mattress dipping down from his weight and his heart expands and melts all around his other organs at how adorable she looks sleeping in his hoodie. He chuckles shaking his head at the way she has the strings of the hoodie squeezed around her head, not sure how she’s able to breath at how tight it seems around her neck.

Doing his own routine he was slipping into the bed, sighing from the warmth and how toasty she has made the bed already.

He bunched her against his chest and kissed her head then spooned her up in his arms, lips fluttering into a smile when she hummed and sniffed basking into his scent.

“Oi sleepy.” He whispers down at her cupping her neck and giggles softly when she whines mushing her cheek against his chest only to grunt sleepily and muffle her yelps into his sweatshirt.

Harry’s brows shoots up into slight bafflement then dips down into a frown when he slipped his calloused palm under her hoodie to cradle her jaw and felt something graze against his thumb that was about to press into her soft skin to bring her for a night kiss.

“Hey...” He perches himself on elbows, switching on the lamps and ignores her groans grasping the blanket she was about to pull over herself, huffing at him to let her sleep but Harry’s more stubborn than her if it involves assuring himself she’s okay and right now she’s not and Harry was already feeling it in his bones.

“Lemme see.” He persists gently, peeling the blankets and the hoodie off her head while she’s still stirring into sleep not able to open her eyes how much she tries because of the exhaustion dumped on her from whole day.

He stares at the wound she did a shit effort to cover with a gauze messily over her jaw and tiny bit area of her neck, a long bandage reaching to her ear and Harry tries to think rationally and not freak out as he touches it with cautious fingertips.

“What ... the –- fuck, Y/N what is...is this?” His mouth falls slack. His ears buzzing for a moment and he wraps his arm around her shoulder to bring her up as he leans them against the bedhead.

He feels bad when she knuckles at her eyes warily and mumbles something that’s barely audible.

“What happened, baby? Talk t’me? How did y'hurt yourself so bad?” Worried and fearful. He bombs her with questions not waiting for her to be fully awake and his heart breaks miserly upon focusing his gaze on her face, her angelic face that’s now soaked with sadness –- she’s been crying.

His loves been crying and he wasn’t there for her.

“Who did this to you?” Y/N's eyes widens abruptly. The alertness in them vivid for Harry to see under the lamp glow and she gasps, nose twitching and lip wobbling as Harry grabbed her chin and ducked to her eyelevel to ask her tenderly with a layer of strictness under his tone, “’M asking, Who did this to you, Y/N?” Her fragile heart could already take so much and she strangled out a sob lowering her head down in embarrassment.

“’M.. I’m —-.. no –..not telli –-..telling you,” She hiccups breathlessly, shaky fingers fisting onto the blanket thrown over Harry’s lap and he holds her hands kissing them gently, “I’ll know it one way or another baby. Don’t force me to get outta my way to find —–“ His soul stabbing glare was enough for Y/N to ramble and at first he thought he didn’t heard her right, that she was mumbling too much but when the reality seeped in gradually Harry almost froze in his spot.

“I know it’s very shameful —..” Y/N stammers barely able to get in a breather and Harry’s head snapped at her words, removing his nails away from making little graves in his palms and his jaw which almost felt like breaking from the hinges from how painfully furious he had it set relaxes as he tries to calm himself down and not to grab his keys and drive to that bitch's house to trash her place.

Because how fucking dare she treat anyone like that in his own fucking company.

“Hey, hey. Now none of that toots. Look at me darling, oh my sweet moppet ... shh.” It slices his heart in pain to see Y/N like this -- so small and disheartened. How dare she hurt his such delicate, sweet, loving girl like that? How!?

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of yourself moppet. She should be, fo’ being such a heartless prick.” He spat, his guts full of bitter and hatred. His skin hot, his grip on her tightening protectively and his chin quivers trying to lock all his anger inside and not to burst out like a pressure cooker.

“I’ll deal with her tomorrow.” He nods curtly to himself, poking his tongue to wet his grimacing lips and Y/N was too woolly to get what’s he’s saying.

His gaze flitters back on her. His demeanour turned incredibly soft and gentle for her smooching a big generous kiss to her salty lips and then to both of her cheeks cared in both of his palms, “Are y'okay? D'you want me to take you to hospital?” She shakes her head mewling and melting and caressing herself into his wrist.

“Why didn’t you call me baby?” He asks her doing anything in his power to mask the hurt in his tone and sighs touching his forehead to her's when Y/N sniffled, “Didn’t wan’ you to worry.” He slid his forearm under her bum and scooched her atop of him, patching tiny careful pecks to her jaw.

“But, that’s love moppet. Worryin’ bout you, takin’ care of ye' and beating anyone raw who even dares to have evil intentions towards you,”

“Remember the time y'snubbed that one guy’s oh so expensive shoes who was very rude to me at one of your graduations party?” His simper turning into a proper ironic grin when she giggled hoarsely nodding along and the tension in his muscles released watching her getting better.

“Proper broke his big toe with your heel darling.” He giggles with her and then Y/N realised how sad and awful Harry’s feeling, how it’s hurting him the same way it hurt her an year ago.

“How about we have a glass of milk .... it’ll help us sleep less grumpy y'know.” He murmurs in the crook of her neck, elbow cocooned safely around her shoulder blade as he kisses the side of her head again and again nose buried in her hair to smell her treacly smell.

.

In the morning he was tragic to hear Y/N sound so heartbroken and dejected as she told him, “I’m going to resign and accept your offer.” Her smile small and sad, hugging him looping her limbs around his torso lazily.

“’kay baby, but first eat your brekkie.” He kissed her hair and squished her pout when he moved away to make some calls to his assistant.

Y/N had no-idea what he was upto. Glad that he was driving her to the company and that he was immensely supportive of her decision, her insides pooled with warmth and giddiness when he tried to cheer her up with his silly jokes and singing along the radio murmuring rubbish whenever he forgot the lyrics.

She was utterly confused when upon reaching he was giving the keys to valet boy to park his car and interviewing their fingers in a strong grip before leading her inside, even though she should be the one to do so.

She sputters a, “Huh?” when instead of telling her he’d wait for her in the lobby he’s rounding the corner towards the elevators and turns his wrist to push her infront of him to keep her closer to himself all the time.

When the doors are sliding apart the people scurrying outside halts for a moment, not looking Harry in eyes and keeping their heads low.

Phones were already rung in the building that Mr. Styles will be coming un-announced and everyone should be prepared to face the consequences if they stumble upon him – because well he isn’t in such a nice mood to start with.

“Harry.” She pokes him in ribs feebly, stepping away from him feeling timid due to few pair of eyes in elevator watching her awkwardly and maybe judgingly.

The tension in space could be cut through knife, as if everyone’s holding their breaths and she pouts taking a good look at Harry who’s smirking smugly confident in his element.

Do they all think her boyfriend’s way too intimidating and out of reach for them? They should know he’s such a sweetie!

Y/N huffs. Folding her arms over chest when Harry paws at her hips and pulls her back against his chest resting his chin atop of her head with a shit eating grin.

In all seriousness. Showing them that’s she’s his's and belongs under his wings, which will keep her safe and protected till his death.

“How did you know my boss's office’s on tenth floor?” She squints up at him suspiciously.

“Hmm. Dunno, moppet. Magical powers or summat?” He teases her, putting a hand at the small of her back to nudge her forward making her blush pink and ducks down to whisper in her ear, “You got this toots.” Biting her earlobe playfully to stroke down her anxiety upon sensing her hesitancy to step in the hallway that has cubicles lined up.

He already got this. He ordered his assistant to get the resign letter ready and showing her who’s the boss here’s not much of hurdle for him.

It’s weird. Bloody weird. Y/N wants to turn back and run away because the moment they step inside the whole damn hallway falls eerily pin drop silent and everyone’s peeking up from the short walls of their cubicles and then diverting their eyes immediately in embarrassment and apology seeing Harry behind her.

The ones who’re standing bows their heads lightly in respect for him and scurrying away to give him a way and that’s insanely surprising and weird.

Harry on the other hand was no stranger to those bogey looks. Of curiosity, uneasiness and dread when he passes through the crowd of his employs. Y/N is.

Slowly perhaps. It starts to sink in— jumbled and disoriented when she looks back at Harry. He’s keeping his head held high and shoulders tilted back with poise and conceitedness, hands stuffed into the pockets of his pants and because though it makes him look like a proper snob— he is their boss and the owner of this company, he should act like one.

“Mr. Styles.” Y/N’s boss assistant Marina who’s usually very chirpy (and undeserving of all the yelling she gets from her boss) turns pale at Harry’s presence. She’s the only person Y/N's very keen of, now she’s fretting towards them with her head lowered and tries to stammer something but Harry’s walking past her with his lips pursued as he goes inside without knocking.

“Harry...” Y/N tattles behind him, lunging to clutch onto the hem of his suits coat, to scold him to stop babying her and let her handle it herself, too late since she’s already meeting with the sight of her overly stressed and upset boss.

Her knees almost gives in when Harry snaps his fingers for the employees that were inside to give them privacy and takes in the most relaxing breath of oxygen, feeling a gag of bitterness in his mouth from even looking at her.

Y/N gasped. Her boss (which she’s not sure is her boss anymore) gasped. The sweet assistant Marina gasped. When Harry told her in the most composing way– though his blood’s boiling absolutely sheathing through his veins.

“You’re fired.” His demeanour cold and voice monotone not giving a fuck how much she shakes and cries for his forgiveness.

“Mr. Styles. I..I can explain–-" She stammers rushing from the back of her desk and stops obediently when Harry gestures her to not to take another step forward.

“There’s no excuse for abuse. I don’t want your lame explanations, I can’t have an abusive asshole running my company for me ... we might be strict on our employees but we aren’t monsters.” He grits, his eyes flaring piercingly with rage and showing no empathy towards her as she pleads him to forgive her mistake– those bricks of money makes you work baby.

“You hurt someone so dearly to me ‘n think I’ll forgive ye'?” The assistance eye’s blows away at newfound information, Harry Styles love of life’s none other than Y/N. The girl she used to have smoked sandwiches and milkshakes with in their lunch breaks.

“I didn’t know ...” He chuckles ironically at her hypocrisy and that’s the last straw for him before he’s threatening her to call the security and she’s getting out of there cursing him under her breath but Harry grabs her from elbow roughly, conceding his brow at her dauntingly.

"Apologise to her right fuckin' now."

"Sorry, Mrs Styles. I'm very ashamed of what I did." She says nervously and Y/N nods not able to speak from the butterflies that are flapping around her stomach, which sure didn't go unnoticed at Harry's side and he smirks at Y/N.

When they’re left alone. Jovial cackles are bouncing against the walls and he’s pressing his hip to the desk, securing his hands around his triceps as he folds his arms infront of his chest entertaining himself to the cute and fuzzy reactions of his girl at what just happened.

“See. Told ya, nobody could defy my bossiness at work.” He grins at her, jerking his hand towards his chest to usher her closer to him and boops her nose smacking an obnoxiously loud kiss to her mouth when she toddles in his arms.

“The offers still there,” He looks down at her cheekily and she shakes her head, a small smile kicking up her lips at his determination and devotion.

“Couldn’t say no to you, could I? What will you be owning secretly next time?” She nips at him, planting her palms firmly against his midriff feeling the crispiness of his shirt underneath his jacket.

“A bakery shop ....?” He muses in the most pondering voice and she scoffs at him through pattering of giggles, “Suck it up Mr. Styles.”

“Hey! I know my prick’s huge but not tha’ much for me to suck it myself.”

Y/N chokes onto her own spit. Shaking her head at him.

“Your innocent employees knows how vulgar you’re?”

“Uhmm. Infact, She gets very hot hearin’ me like tha'.” He bobs his head grinning at her wickedly and she smacks his shoulder, “Harry!”

“Yeahhh! Tell everyone how good I make you feel babbbyy—....” Y/N clamps her hand around his mouth to muffle his lewd fake moaning.

“You’re so embarrassing.” She grumbles wiping his spit sticking to her palm down her skirt and spins around to head for the door expecting him to follow her.

“You don’t talk to boss like that!” He trails behind her, “Boss my ass!” She quips out a squeal looking around to make sure that nobody saw it when Harry slapped her bum.

“Boss someone’s ‘bout to get a pink ass.”

[slashingdisneypasta]

Total Drama Villains x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: You forget to take a towel to the shower and only realise after the shower, so you open the window to stick your head out and ask whoever's out there (Hoping someone is out there) to grab you one but to your chagrin- there's just a villain.

Includes: Chris, Heather, Mal and Scott.

Warnings: Mmmm, I dont think so. Swearing? A kiss?

~~~

All:

You slowly look around the room, very very aware of the fact that you're naked and cold in a room that does not have a great lock on it. "Ohhhhhh no." The words come out low and steady... but are just brimming with panic.

No. Towel.

No towel!!

Finally you gasp, covering the bottom half of your face with your hands and looking at the benches and the sinks in dread. You accidentally came in here without a towel!!

The sudden sound of footsteps out the back of the cabin rips a gasp from your throat and you lunge at the window, unlatching the lock and opening it to see who it is. Before you even stick your head out, you're calling for whoever it to stop. Please. Hold on! I need your help!

Chris McLean:

*You are an adult camper.

When you actually see who's standing out there, you groan. Chris McLean stands outside on the grass, hands in his pockets and an intrigued look in his eyes. He know's he's about to be amused, or he's going to amuse himself depending on what kind of trouble you're in- or what kind of help you apparently need.

"What's up?~"

"Nevermind."

"Oh no no no! Come on, you can confide in Uncle Chris, cant you?"

A whine tumbles out of you. Uncle Chris?? Grooooooooss. He see's and acknowledges your disgusted reaction to him calling himself that, but just giggles. He doesn't leave, to your utter annoyance.

What other choice do you have?? Rolling your eyes, you look down at your feet instead of meeting his beady eyes and wiggle your toes. And mutter suuuuper quietly, half hoping he doesn't hear you. "I forgot to bring a towel... and I really need one... " And, this part you say especially quietly. For seriously asking Chris fucking McLean for a hand would be akin to letting your dignity pack its bags and fly the coop. "... and would you please get one for me... "

"... Sorry, I didn't catch that. What didja say?"

Oh god. A little louder, you say shortly. "... I forgot a towel... "

Chris smirks at that, rolling back on the feels of his feet. "And? What would you like from me, Y/N?"

Finally too frustrated to keep playing this stupid game with the show's host, you snap your eyes up to his and cross your arms. "Fine! Damnit. Get me a towel, please."

Immediately, a cat like grin slowly spreads across Chris' face. Its the most evil thing you have ever seen.

"Now why would I do that when I could get Chef here to send in a buncha rabid bats with you and flush you out?" Christ teases - no, threatens. But then again, does he know the difference in the first place? - , that famous, alabaster white, terror instilling grin on his face as usual. "Now that's, good TV!"

You groan, head falling back on your neck, in frustration. "Chrr-ris!!"

"Ha ha! Well? What do you expect?" You cant argue with that, but you cans till groan again. "Okay, fine. I'll get you a towel! But what will you do for me, heh? Nothing comes for free."

"Oh, don't I know it. I've been on this show for 3 seasons now." For some reason.

"Heh heh."

"Fine, I'll... " Ugh, something for Chris... You blow air out of your cheeks slowly, in thought. What would Chris like? Well, he'd sure get kick out of you getting one of your friends hurt but that's sure as hell not happening. Finally, after a few moments, you get an idea. And scowl. "I'll be sure to drum up some drama for you. Good TV, right?"

"For sure! Promise?~"

Sighing, you lean tiredly on the window sill. "Oh, I cross my heart and hope to die." You promise him like he's a child, which he basically is. Chris McLean has got the maturity level and the intelligence package of a 7 year old on crack.

"Wicked! Heh heh, this'll be good. Okay, hang tight. I'll be back."

You smirk at his retreating back.

~

When he finally gets back and hands you a towel - a much nicer towel then what you and the other campers have been using. Which is nice? But also, you cant help but worry about what kind of strings might be attached to it, - through a crack in the door, you carefully wrap it around your body and tightly tuck it in.

"I'll want that towel back" He snaps, cranky. Why?? He could've just gone and gotten you your towel! "I imported that from Fiji!"

Of course he did.

Now you take a deeeeeeep breath, gathering all your courage, and killing the butterflies reeking havoc in your stomach. Then open the door again and grab hold of the front of Chris' signature teal shirt and wrench him close before he can walk too far off.

And you smash your lips together and slam your eyes tightly closed.

When you pull back from the kiss - a horrible, unpleasant, bad kiss, - you immediately wipe your mouth with your arm and let him go. But when you reveal your mouth again, you're for damn sure smirking at the stunned man. "Is that dramatic enough for you, Chris? A camper and the host? Scandalous- I bet we'll be front page news."

Then quickly you lock yourself inside the bathroom again, not really caring for his reaction- which only comes, finally, minutes later when you're half way dressed.

"DAMN IT Y/N!!"

Heather:

"Hm." Heather crosses her arms, an evil smirk on her lips- opportunity has knocked on her door. Or, the inside of the shower cabin. "You need something from me. Well! What will you do for me return? Hm?"

As expected. "I will vote for whoever you want me to at 2 different instances of your choice going forward. Except for myself, I wont vote myself out."

She thinks for a moment, but definitely looks pleased. "Three, different instances of my choice."

Fucks sake- "Fine! Just- please! I'm getting cold and one of the boys could come in here at any time and see me butt ass naked!!"

Uncrossing her arms and setting her hands on her hips instead, Heather laughs. "Oh- one of these boys? Shower? Haha. Have you smelled them??"

You blush darkly at her joking with you; At your worry but not your expense, before shaking your head of silly feelings and usher the pretty girl Heather, forward. "Go! Go! Get my towel already."

"Be right back." She rolls her eyes, heading off.

~

When she gets back, she reaches up to the window with the towel and you gratefully take it, beginning to dry off any drips from your body and get dressed as quickly as possible. "Thank you Heather!!"

"Mhm, yeah. Sure."

A few minutes later when you leave the door, Heather's waiting for you on the porch and you basically have a small stroke- jesus christ, why is she there!? STILL!?

"Oh, relax. I'm just cashing in some of your part of the bargain." She sneers, walking closer to you and pressing a sharp fingernail into your chest. "Dont forget, you owe me now."

"I remember Heather, we did this like 10 minutes ago."

"Good." She smiles, a tint of evil to it still. Pleasantly surprised that you're being so obedient. She leans back. "Okay, so Gwen's got to go. You got that? She's out. Vote for her and you're third done with your debt to me."

"Yes ma'am." You smirk, brushing by her and stalking off back to your cabin to put away your things.

Heather watches, hands on her hips and her own smirk on her lips. You might just be useful out of this bunch of losers. Not quite a diamond in the rough, but... better, at least. For sure. "Hm."

Mal:

"Oh- Mike!" You exclaim excitedly as soon as you see the lanky, dark haired boy. What luck!!

But then he slowly turns around; A dark, sinister grin on his face and hair over one eye. And your heart immediately drops.

This is not Mike. Neither is it Chester, Svetlana, Vito or Manitoba- any of which would have been just fine alternatives for this moment.

This has to be fucking Mal. You've met him before, and absolutely nevermind on the luck front.

"Nope." Yep- the grizzly, deep voice that responds to you can belong to no one other then Mike's chaotic evil alter. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. You continue to chant curses in your head as he turns around fully and comes forward, looking up with evil glinting in his eyes at you like a twisted Flynn Rider to your Rapunzel.

The kind that makes you rather stay inside your tower- its safer here then out there with him. You don't go out to meet the rabid pit bull!!

"Ummm, nevermind! Go about your business, I'm fine here. See ya!"

"Oh no. What'd you want from little Mikey?" He asks, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, cruelly inquisitive. You chew on your bottom lip. Damn it; You've peaked his interest. Fuck.

"Um... " The sound comes out quiet and insure as you look down at the grass before his feet instead of his face. You're so nervous. "Well, I... I forgot my towel before I took my shower, and uh... I was just gonna ask him if he could go get me one."

For a moment, he's silent. Your gaze flickers up to his face to see an utterly wolfish look on his face, eyes gleaming with mischief before averting your eyes again to the grass.

Then a loud puff of hard, unpleasant laughter escapes him. He doubles over, holding his stomach as he guffaws at your embarrassing situation. You roll your eyes and cross your arms.

"Oh shut up," You snap, bravely- making him cut off his laughter immediately and look at you. You dare to fucking talk to him like that? "Come on, go get me a towel, please!! I'll owe you one."

After a moment, he stands up straight again and crosses his arms. Yes, he could do something horrible to you right now to teach you not to talk back to him; but it looks like you're going to struggle without his help. All he has to do is watch! "Hmm, nope!"

"Come on!"

"Not gonna happen."

"Ugh." You groan, leaving the window and Mal and plopping down on a bench. Fucking bastard.

This is so awkward. Especially since you know he's still out there!! And he could send someone in at any time.

... Minutes later, and you're still dripping wet but now freezing fricken cold, a towel is flung in through the still open window and lands on the wet floor near your feet. Your eyebrows fly up your forehead, as you look from it in surprise and to the window.

Mal's voice calls through it. "There! Its no fun if you just sit and bear your punishment." Huff. You can just imagine the cute boy - the look works for Mike, but is just very odd on Mal, - crossing his arms and setting his jaw, or even pouting. His voice just sound sooo frustrated. "I'll get you another time, anyway. Everyone will go down, eventually."

"Oh... mhm, oh sure." I mean, I can at least listen to his evil babble since he got me a towel, you think as you start drying yourself down and getting dressed.

A moment after you've got your shirt on, the door is kicked open and Mal stands on the threshold, making you jump. "Jesus christ!- "

"Kiss thank you?"

"Get outta here!" Absolutely not!

Scott:

Peering out from the window, you nearly miss the boy leant up against the cabin beneath you, in fact you would have- if it weren't for his bright orange hair. You gasp, unintentionally getting his attention and smiling brightly when he looks up to find you. "Scott!"

A confused, yet somehow still evil expression paints his face. "Y/N?? What are you doing?"

"Well farm-boy, how do you feel about giving a lady a hand??"

Scott snorts, getting off the wall and stepping back to see you properly. "Lady? I don't see any lady here."

Oh- Bastard. You look back into the bathroom before disappearing from the window for a moment before returning, and promptly clobbering him with an empty shampoo bottle. "You see her now!?"

"Ugh... yeah." He grumbles more malleably now, much more open to suggestion as he rubs his forehead. "Sure, now I see her... ow."

Now you feel a little bad. He looks so pitiful when he's in pain... and yes he's a rat but... its still not okay to hurt someone. You aren't Chris. And also you're getting colder and colder as the water drips unimpeded down your skin and maybe its making you soft. "Ohh... okay, I'm sorry."

He glances up at you, surprised at your apology. "Ahh, no problem, I guess... " Did someone just apologise for whacking him on this show? He crosses his arms, raising a curious look to your disembodied head. "Uhh, what'd you need a hand, with?"

"I... kinda... forgot a towel... could you please go get one for me??"

For a moment you watch his eyes narrow and a wicked grin flicker at the corners of his mouth and get anxious that he's going to ask for something in return- before he rolls his eyes and just shrugs, turning and heading off to the cabin. "Yeah, sure, whatever. Be right back- try not to gather too much attention, haha."

As he walks off, you duck under the window again, sighing in so much relief. "Thanks, Scott!"

~

When he returns, you're waiting at the door and crack it open just enough to get the towel from him immediately- which you quickly wrap around yourself comfortably and sigh. "Thank you so much!"

"Hm. No problem." He huffs, wondering why the hell he did this for you anyway and crossing his arms again.

From inside, you carefully ask: "Are you gonna get weird if I hug you now?"

Immediately Scott's ears go bright red and he quickly loses every little bit of cool-guy vibe from a moment ago. "I-In your towel?? N-No!! I mean- yes!" He rubs the back of his neck, looking away from the door like its you, or he'll accidentally spontaneously develop x-ray vision and damnit, he's a gentleman. "I mean... " Or at least he tries to be.

Grinning, because Scott's unexpectedly cute now that you've flustered him, you quickly open the door, hug him quick, then close the door again and shout 'BYE'.

[peachysnzs]

genshin snz headcanons

i caved here are literally All my genshin snz headcanons cause im thinkin so hard rn

albedo

def sneezes in fits but tries to stifle whenever possible

uses his elbow most of the time, but sometimes when hes especially deep in a fit he ends up just sneezing desperately in the air

quiet and breathy

tries to make his sneezes as discrete as possible but the further in fits he gets, the more desperate his sneezes sound

every time he has a buildup to a sneeze, he kinda just shudders leadin up to it yknow

he always tries to be cautious and not get anyone sick when he is sick bless him

ok this fucker inhabits an ice mountain theres no way he doesnt get at least a *couple* colds

mona

sneezes in likes twos, threes

this is so unoriginal bcs hydro vision but like her sneezes are def at least a bit wet-sounding

uses tissues when avaliable, but if not she just kinda turns to the side

loud and high-pitched

she sneezes relatively suddenly and it takes her by surprise sometimes

tbh mona feels like somebody who’d have allergies and being all sniffly and miserable looking and still try to deny that shes allergic to anything and that youre stupid for thinking so. very tsundere.

speaking of sniffly her nose probably just constantly runs like a tap when shes sick

she wouldnt even try to keep her germs to herself and would be disgusted at sick ppl even if she was the one to get you sick

hu tao

literally almost never sneezes* but when she does its singles

uses her elbow and covers her mouth, ty hu tao for being a good snz role model

kinda low and naturally soft

long ass fucking buildups! her nose just kinda itches for a whole two minutes and her breath wavers before she sneezes quickly

so for the asterisk * i kinda lied, she sneezes up a storm only when sick, she has kinda a subpar immune systme so whenever shes sick she just is stuck with sneezng consistently through the whole day til shes dizzy

jean

also sneezes in singles, occasional doubles

alternates between using hankerchiefs if avaliable or just her elbow

i feel like jean is the type of person to like excuse herself right before succumbing to a fit

small sneezes, decently graceful

i feel like shed had a dust allergy honestly

jean literally will not take sick days even when she has awful colds, and while she tries not to get ppl sick she does a kinda awful job at it

amber

two to four usually

elbow once again, but sometimes when shes gliding she cant really use her arms so she just sneezes in the air

squeaky def, high pitched

she def has hayfever and one day opens her glider and its just covered in pollen

no build ups to her sneeze, just a sharp inhale and then the snz

eula

we already saw her snz so

either single sneezes or long ass fits, no inbetween

sneezes into her gloves, but when her sneezes start to get messy she switches to a hankerchief

breathy and feminine

cyro characters get colds cause i say so

no fr tho eula just miserable w a cold and just constantly having to duck foward and sneeze into her gloves

half of her cold is her denying shes sick even when she looks absolutely horrible and the other half is complaining about how miserable she feels and demanding people to do things for her

childe

doubles usually

he sneezes into the air or in his hands this fucker would never sneeze in his elbow

messy and desperate

long! ass! fucking! buildups! he tries to hide the hitching with his builds ups but hes not at all good at it

his sneezes get so much messier the sicker he is, until hes practically just dripping

dont be decieved by the way he hides being sick, he desperately craves being coddled whenever hes sick because of his home life

suprisingly good at caretaking

diluc

triples and quadruples i feel like

elbow primarily, but sometimes uses tissues

loud and rough

he tries so hard to hide his allergies but it never works because his sneezes are always so loud

fuck it give him all the allergies

his voice gets stuffy so quickly when even in like a five foot vicinity of flowers, and his nose itches so much to the point where it feels like hes just constantly building up to another sneeze

has probably sneezed on someones drink at least once while he had a cold

kaeya

almost only fits and he fucking hates it

he usually pinches his nose to stifle but if he cant manage he either quickly goes for the elbow or just ducks his head down and sneezes towards the floor

shaky and itchy-sounding if that makes sense

yknow that little gasp people do sometimes before sneezing i feel like hed do that

never takes sick days unless forced to by jean or diluc, and ends up shambling through his daily tasks shaky and feverish and sneezy

he tries to stifle but it really does not work

rosaria

singles, and if u catch her sneezing she’ll probably make you swear to silence

literally just in the elbow

honestly i feel like shed sneeze like a kitten, or just really high and femme

she sees being sick/allergic as a sign of weakness so fights sneezing very hard. like u can see the visible effort she makes pinching her nose and shit after her breath hitches even once

also one of those dumbasses that stifle way too much and doesnt take sickdays

ningguang

doubles unless shes allergic, then its fits

she has a fancy ass lace hankerchief she carries w her speficially for snzs to look ‘proper’

she forces her sneezes to be elegant, sneezing naturally is loud tho

small buildups but v audible breaths building up to a sneeze

she has a good immune system but when she does get sick she gets it bad and tries to cover up her flushed face and red nose with makeup

without people around her she just lets herself be miserable while sneezes, lettting out small little “..guh...” after a particularly bad fit

beidou

doubles or triples

beidou would also like never use her elbow, shed sneeze in her fist even if the sneeze is messy as hell

loud and proud of it

look all im saying is beidou is a walking health hazard whenever sick, she doesnt try at all to keep colds to herself and can and wil sneeze into her hand only to shake yours seconds later 

no buildups, just sudden sneezes that scare the shit out of people tho

very very fucking messy

half the time does not care if shes sick, she doesnt really feel like she needs to take sick days because she doesnt feel that bad and stuff like that

lisa

singles and occasional doubles

she keeps tissues on her and uses them relatively often

delicate and proper

the idea of lisa having a dust allergy is just everything to me, like she blows off dust from a book and ends up stuck for a few minutes with her nostrils flaring until she finally sneezes desperately into a tissue

rarely gets sick, but when she does milks the hell out of it to be as lazy as possible. like “oh im feeling so awful rn, maybe a kiss will make me feel better?~”

venti

fits fits fits

hands or elbows, really depends on how hard the sneeze hits him

decently loud and a bit high pitched

look venti is an anemo god all im saying is when he sneezes the wind picks up, and when he has fits its enough to push you over

to remedy this he just avoids everyone when sick and avoids cats with a a passion

buildups are very breathy and desperate

his nose runs so much near cats and he makes a godddamn mess of himself the longer hes around them

cats absolutely love him regardless

xiao

he gets fits only bcs i say so

literally either just the air or his hands because nobody ever taught him that he should like cover his mouth properly when sneezing

quiet but messy

the idea of xiao w just torturuous buildups does something for me. he’ll be stuck there w his breath hitching and hazy eyes for like a whole minute before he finally just ducks into his hand and makes a mess of himself

he does not understand being sick and absolutely hates it when he does get sick, 100% tries to power through it and ends up a fucking mess by the end of the day

his sneezes get stuck so often

his nose gets so fucking flushed and twitchy after a while of sneezing

ganyu

doubles or triples

sneezes in her elbow most of the time

soft and low

when she gets sick she gets so sleepy, her sneezes just kinda draw all the energy outta her and she usually ends up taking a nap

shes allergic to dogs too bcs why not

she doesnt want to bother people when sick or get them sick too so she usually takes copious sickdays until shes absolutely certain that she cant get anyone sick

zhongli

triples literally always for some reason

either into his fist or into a hankerchief

low and masculine, a bit loud

doing the same god shtick with him, the floor tends to shake whenever he gets particularly sneezy and stuff on cupboards can and will fall over when in the vicinity

no buildups really, hell just be in the middle of talking and then he blinks a bit and then sneezes roughly

he doesnt really take sick days but he doesnt really deny hes sick either, just kinda tries to get through the day despite feeling awful

[gloriafc]

Amazing Wife

Jack never expected to let anyone close to his heart, until he met you. You had it the instant he laid his eyes on you.

You're a surgeon, a prodigy attending. You're friends with Miranda and Ben, when she was grumbling under her breath you asked her what was wrong, "Ben forgot to grab his lunch, so now I have to cancel my meeting to take it to him." "I can take it. My shift is almost over. I'm just finishing my paperwork."

You walked into the firehouse and Jack instantly walked over towards you with his charm on. "Can I help you with something?" "I'm just looking for Ben. He forgot his lunch." As soon as you finish your sentence Ben rounds the corner, "Prodigy! What brings you here?" You quickly toss the lunch box to him, "You stressing your wife out." Jack watches the two of you interact a little jealous of Ben for the moment. He instantly perks up when he hears Ben offer you a tour of the place, "Alright. I'll bite, only if theres coffee involved."

When you get to the end of the tour Ben shows you the kitchen where almost everyone is waiting for the girl they noticed instantly caught Jack's attention. They attempt to get to know you, not expecting you to be a super human. "Why does Ben call you prodigy?" "I sort of am. I specialize in multiple areas of surgery. Fetal, peds, gynecology, neuro, and plastics."

It takes Jack a few weeks of begging to get Ben to invite to one of their outings after work. Ben gets Miranda to agree to bring you drinking with everyone.

That night Jack manages to get your number, Ben eventually telling him he couldve just asked him for her number, "But what's the fun in that without the chase."

After a few months you begin dating. And Jack doesnt know how to explain it, but dating you is different than all the other woman hes dated before you. Eventually he figures it's because you're way out of his league, but soon realizes it's because you are different from ever single woman hes dated.

He can see how other men look at you, you're young and successful, and you're hot, what couldn't they want? And normally he'd get jealous but he trusts you with his life. The times he does get jealous or you look like you're getting uncomfortable he'll grab you by your hip and pull you close and he'll refuse to let you go for the rest of the night.

After a few years you get married and he finally knows what it's like to have a family of his own, even if it's just the two of you. You manage to talk him into considering getting a cat. And as much as he hates the idea, and hates how much the cat takes up all of your attention he'd get you another one if you asked.

After being married for two years you find out you're pregnant and at first Jack doesnt know how to feel, he doesnt want to end up like the parents hes never met. But you eventually ease him into the idea and then he couldn't be happier especially when you start to show. He's slightly upset he can't lay his head on your stomach as you watch tv anymore, but he's settled for drawing random shapes on your belly and watching the random movements from your child.

Jack is amazed when hes able to feel the baby kick. He goes as far as feeling it at least once a day minimum, if his hands could permanently stayon your stomach they would.

One day the two of you go separate ways, he heads off to work as you take advantage of your day off and decide to run some errands.

When he gets a call hes talking to Dean about random things like always. When they show up at the scene they get the rundown about the scene. "Three car accident, the last cars brakes failed as they were going down the hill. It rammed into the back of a parked car, that pushed it forward. There was a person walking between the second car and the one in front of it, squishing them." Jack looks at the scene and instantly recognizes your car as the one squished in the middle. Dean does as well and instantly tries to hold Jack back, "Jack you need to calm down." "CALM DOWN! THAT'S MY WIFE AND MY CHILD!" "Hey I get that. But the call says only one person was injured besides the driver." Jack freezes seeing you pop up on the side and start looking at the person stuck between the cars.

Before you realize what's happening you're trapped in two arms, and after a few seconds you realize its Jack from his cologne. You understand immediately what he was thinking and instantly start soothing him, "We're okay. I was inside using the bathroom when it happened okay?" After a few moments Jack's back in action. You get told to stay off to the side because of any fumes that may have been released from the cars. You watch everything happen until the person starts to seize.

You quickly grab a mask and a pair of gloves before climbing over your car and climbing behind the patient. "Y/N get down." "You're pregnant." "That's not safe." "Are any of you a neuro surgeon? This person will continue to seize unless you relieve the pressure in his head, can any of you do burr holes?" When no one answers you continue, "Then I suggest you listen to the pregnant person and get me a drill."

Ben assists you, being the only person with surgical experience, as you do the burr holes. Everyone watches you in amazement as the patient slowly stops to seize as the blood build up is released. You stay behind the person, using your lap as a head rest as they start to move the car off of him. Jack makes you take his jacket when they have to bring out the saw, which gets him scolded at but he could care less, as long as he's keeping you safe. Everyone listens as you talk to the person, keeping him calm. "You two must be married." "What makes you say that?" You laugh when Ben jokes, "Their playful banter?" The guy chuckles as he mindlessly stares at the trees around him, "That's how I was when my wife was pregnant with our first child." You keep the man talking when he sucks in a breath, "How many kids do you have?" "Four. How'd you learn to do that?"

You smile at the man who's referencing to the burr holes you did. "I'm a surgeon at Grey Sloan. Neuro is one of my practices. One of the first things I learned as an intern actually." "Just one of your practices?" You let out a chuckle, "I like working with kids, so I took up pediatrics, then came fetal because why wouldn't a pediatric surgeon know how to fix a baby while it's still in the womb. Then gynecology because I might as well know how to deliver a baby. And finally plastics. Youd be surprised how many kids go through plastic surgery, especially disabled kids." The guy looks at you surprised, the fact that hes literally in a sandwich completely forgotten, "What made you decide to do all that? How'd you manage that?" You chuckle, "Grey Sloan has an amazing program and I jumped at the opportunity. It's sort of what happens when you get told you'd never be able to do something amazing. You prove people wrong and you go above and beyond." "Who told you that?" You let out a chuckle, "An ex actually. My dad wasn't too happy about that one." "What'd he do?" "My mom had to pick him up from jail for smashing every single window on the guys car."

Jack jumps in, "Her moms the one to be scared of though." You let out a laugh as the guy says, "Its always the mom. My wife would murder for our kids." You let out a laugh making the guy smile.

You ride in the ambulance, being one of the only people who'd be able to stabilize the man if he were to start seizing again, and your ride home completely totaled now. When the guy is taken away for surgery Jack bugs Miranda until she agrees to look you over, "Jack I wasnt even in the accident." "You were near it, the fumes and stress cant be good for the baby." Bailey smiles as the two of you go back and forth, "Y/N just lay on the table. You're both stubborn and we'll be here all day if no one stops you two." You give in and lay on the table as she does an ultrasound, the rest of the firehouse watch from the window in amazement as they see the baby on the small screen and they all couldn't be happier that Jack finally got his own family while they also get a niece or nephew, neither of you telling them what you're having just yet.

When the fire station has to leave Miranda is the one who offers to take you home if you're willing to wait for thirty minutes. You make dinner, Jack getting home right on time then you both continue your nights like you usually do. When it's starting to get late you find Jack looking at his laptop, eyebrows furrowed. "What's got you thinking so hard over here?" You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your chin on his right shoulder. "Cars? Really?" "We're going to have to replace the one that got totaled today." "Not one with... Military grade metal? Why dont you just look for tanks on sale?" "You think they have room for carseats?" You hit his arm at his joke making him laugh.

You end up going past your due date, so now it's just a waiting game for you both. As Jack is getting ready to go into work, knowing he can't sit still at all, especiallywhen hes so anxious to meet his kid, he finds you in the kitchen hunched over with your eyes closed and face twisted in pain. He immediately starts to rush over but almost slips, he sees the puddle of water on the ground and looks around confused. When he sees the wet spot on your pants it hits him. "When did your water break? We need to get you to the hospital now." You let out a groan when he tries to help you stand up straight, "When you started coming down the stairs."

Jack helps you to the car, before starting to speed his way to the hospital. He calls Sullivan on the way there, "I wont be there today. Y/Ns water broke.... shit. I forgot the hospital bag." You smile in your seat and between breaths say, "It's fine. There's. One in. My locker. Bailey has one. In her. Office. Too."

Jo and Meredith are the ones to see you enter the hospital, both immediately knowing what's happening, "Jo page Carina and get the hospital bag from her locker. I'll take her to the delivery floor."

You're in labor for most of the day, your friends stop by through the day to check on you and give their congratulations. Jack is by your side the whole time, he's a nervous wreck honestly but hes managed to stay calm until you have to start pushing. By dinner time you've welcomed a baby boy, who has very healthy lungs. Your room is filled with balloons from your friends, as you both sit watching the sleeping boy.

Before the night can end you look at the doorway where the firehouse is standing with even more balloons, along with flowers and what smells like stew. "Hey." Dean is the first to push into the room, he quickly hands you the tupperware of stew before turning to his best friend, "Where is my nephew?"

Everyone gives their congratulations as your son is passed around, "What's his name?" Jack immediately says, "Jack jr." You simply roll your eyes and shake your head before looking at the boy who's now in your arms, "Its Jaxon. With an x. Cant let Jack's ego get too big now."

When everyone is gone and it's just your small family in the room you happily lay next to Jack, now able to press your face into his neck without a giant belly in the way. As you're falling asleep you hear Jack say, "Did we really have a baby today?" You smile and kiss his neck, "We became parents today. You became a dad." You chuckle when you hear Jack huff, "That's going to take some time to get used to." "You'll be fine. We have eighteen years to get it right."

[sadaboutniall]

Without Fear

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* Please note that this chapter contains smut. 18+ only. *

Chapter Seven. April, Continued. 

ever since the other night i’ve been thinking ‘bout the way you smile, golden; I wanna move inside of your light — what have i done, dermot kennedy

Two hours after kissing her for the first time, Niall insists on taking Luna on a proper date. Without an abundance of date-worth restaurants on the island, and with Niall wanting to avoid the prying eyes of quite literally everyone he’s ever known, he insists on cooking for her in her own flat, and setting up a romantic dinner there. 

Luna, cheeks red from sitting by the fireplace and making out like a teenager in the backseat of a car, can’t imagine a world in which she would say no. 

And so, exactly a week later, on a Saturday evening that smells of the coming spring, Niall shows up at Luna’s door with a bottle of red wine, a bag full of dinner ingredients, and a stupidly endearing smile on his face. He leans in for a quick kiss when she lets him in and Luna almost loses herself then and there, almost pulls him inside by the lapels of his coat and slams him up against the wall, she wants him so bad. But she holds it together, smiles into his gentle kiss hello, and lets him get to work. 

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Halfway through the best dinner she’s had in ages, Luna comes to terms with the fact that Niall Horan is, actually, not bad at anything. She racks her brain as she eats, trying to think of one single thing he can’t do, one thing he’s messed up, one thing about him that doesn’t blow her away. 

She comes up empty. 

Instead, all she can do is think about the things he’s good at: the way sings like he’s bearing his soul, the way he coaches with compassion and humor, the way he makes small talk like he’s genuinely interested, the way he kisses so that Luna can’t even remember her own name, let alone what it ever felt like to kiss anyone else. She can’t think about anything else, really—nothing other than the way his forearms looked, sleeves rolled up as he chopped veg for dinner, the way his cheeks flushed from the heat on the stove, the way he poured her a glass of wine with a steady hand and a mischievous smile. In a flash, the room is hot, stuffy, and a little overwhelming, and it’s all she can do not to tell him to take his clothes off here and now. 

She makes it through dinner with a flush creeping down her own neck, but when Niall takes the plates over to the sink and insists on washing them himself, Luna feels her composure start to waver. A girl can only watch her sort-of-boyfriend be effortlessly sexy for so long without doing something about it, she figures. 

“Niall,” Luna makes the split second decision to honor her feelings—to embrace how badly she wants him, without fear. 

“Yeah, Lunes?” Niall turns around from his spot at the sink, sleeves rolled up again, eyebrows furrowed in concern. Luna realizes she must’ve worried him, and adjusts her tone of voice. 

“Come here,” she tells him, her stomach churning with a strangely nice kind of anxiety. “The dishes can wait.” 

“Right,” Niall takes a deep breath before crossing the room to Luna, still seated at the table. He stands in front of her, and, this close, Luna can see the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, the gentle shake of his hands.

She reaches out to grab one, bringing it up to her face and pressing her lips against the center of his palm. Standing above her, Niall makes a quiet whimper, and Luna looks up. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” she tells him, interlocking her fingers with his. “I can wait as long as you want.”

“No, no,” Niall squeezes Luna’s hand, his free hand coming up to snake around the back of her neck, tangle up in her hair. “I want—I want you so bad. Just nervous,” he laughs, a little embarrassed, and Luna’s heart cramps inside her chest. “It’s been a while.” 

“That’s okay,” she whispers. “I don’t mind.” 

Looking back on it, Luna can’t quite tell which happened first: either Niall gently pushed her head forward, or she leaned in, or both, maybe, the two of them on the exact same wavelength, communicating without having to say a word. Any which way it happened, it happened like this: Luna leaned close enough to press her lips to Niall’s stomach over his shirt, to move her lips against the soft outline of his abs, and then a little lower, down to the flat space between his hip bones. 

Above her, Niall gasps, and, when Luna looks up at him through heavy lashes, he lets out a whimper that sets the butterflies in her stomach on fire. 

“Bed,” he says, voice raw, a new side of him that Luna’s never seen before. “Let me take you to bed, Lu.” 

And so she does. 

She lets Niall help her up and then lets herself get lost in it as he kisses her like he never has before—a level of hunger and possessiveness that she hasn’t experienced from him yet, that she didn’t know he was quite capable of. She lets him keep kissing her as he walks them both toward her bedroom, navigating her flat like an expert, like he’s always been here, always been part of her. She hangs off him, giggling, as he shoos Ruairí off the bed and out of the room, and feels her heart melt when he apologizes to the cat, a genuine “sorry, mate, but you don’t want to be in here for this,” as he shuts the bedroom door on him. 

Luna falls gently onto the bed in Ruairí’s place., the world spinning as if she’s dreaming. Holding himself up on his forearms, Niall hovers above her, bumping his nose against hers with a giggle before leaning in for another kiss. It’s like her insides are exploding, and she never wants it to stop. 

Niall, she discovers, is determined once he sets his mind to the task. He moves his lips down to Luna’s neck, hands sliding up her body as he does. It’s so easy to let herself melt into him, to let him take the reins and choose which direction things move in. She sighs dreamily as Niall sucks a hickey into her neck, whimpers when he finishes it off with a quick, tight bite to the spot. 

“You sound so gorgeous,” he says, hoisting himself up again to bump his nose against hers. “I like being able to hear you like that.” 

Luna tangles a hand up in Niall’s hair, noting the way his eyes glaze over a little when she tugs. She files that information away as important, then says, “I’ll be as loud or as quiet as you want.” 

“Loud,” he tells her, pressing his lips to hers one more time. “I like knowing.” 

And then he’s back to work, lips trailing along her neck, hands sliding up under her sweater. He grasps at her breasts over her bra, thumbs running over her nipples, and she doesn’t hold back the way it makes her gasp, the way she arches her back into his hands, desperate for more.

“Off?” He asks, tugging on the bottom of Luna’s sweater. She nods, her skin searing hot under the wool, sitting up just enough to help Niall peel the sweater off. Once it’s off, Niall stills, his eyes trailing over Luna’s body slowly, taking in her freckles and her dimples, the spots where her skin rolls, the pouch of her belly—but, under his eyes, Luna doesn’t feel self conscious the way she has in the past. She stretches out a little bit, watching the loving, hungry look on Niall’s face as she does. 

“Lu,” he slides his hand up her side, coming to rest at the band of her bra. “It’s, uh,” he blushes, cheeks fiery red, and says, “it’s been a long time since I’ve taken a bra off someone.” 

Luna laughs, her heart bouying in her chest, and Niall does, too, his flush spreading down his neck to his collarbone. He looks so beautiful this way, nervous but sure of himself, exposed, only for her. “No worries,” she tells him, reaching back to undo her clasp. “I’m an expert.” 

Easy, Lu takes off her bra and tosses it over the side of the bed. When she looks back up, Niall is a man mesmerized. The sight of his face is enough to make her giggle, to reach up and cup his cheek and pull him in for a gentle, reassuring kiss. He melts right into it, and from there, it’s natural. 

Natural, for Niall to kiss down Luna’s body, stopping to glance up at her for permission before he undoes her jeans and helps her shimmy them off. Natural, for Niall to kiss between her thighs, over her underwear, as Luna whimpers loudly, tangles her fingers up in his hair and tugs. Natural, for Niall to tell her it’s been a while since he’s done this, and then press his lips against her bare skin like a man starving, like he’s been waiting for his moment this entire life. And it’s natural for Luna, too, watching Niall’s head between her thighs, his blue eyes glinting when he looks up at her, to drop her head back, gasp out loud, and come for him, just as he presses two fingers alongside his tongue. 

He takes his time between her legs when he’s done, gentle kisses bringing her back down to Earth. When Luna opens her eyes he’s kissing back up her stomach, his face shiny and wet with the mess he made between her legs, his blue eyes brighter than she’s ever seen them before. He bumps his nose against hers again, pulling an exhausted giggle out of Luna, before gently pressing his lips to hers so she can taste herself on him. 

“I liked that,” he tells her, lips brushing hers as he speaks. 

“You and me both,” Luna laughs, fingers trailing over the back of Niall’s neck. He shivers at her touch, and Luna smiles. “My turn,” she tells him, pushing against his chest with her free hand to flip them both over, reversing positions. Niall is still fully dressed and that is far too much clothing for Luna, desperate to get her lips to his skin as immediately as humanly possible. 

Niall seems just as eager, pulling his own sweater over his head as Luna gets to work on the button of his jeans. Together, they have him stripped down to his boxers in seconds, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Luna palms at him through his underwear, already hard in her hand. He whimpers, cants his hips up, and lets Luna pull his boxers down. 

When Luna wraps her mouth around him, Niall makes a sound closer to crying than anything else. His hand tightens in her hair, encouraging her on, and Luna hikes Niall’s thighs up so they rest on her shoulders, giving her a better angle to take him deeper into her mouth. It’s overwhelming in the best way, Luna finds—being full of Niall and underneath Niall, knowing that every move she makes is dragging those desperately pleased sounds out of him, is pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

“Lu,” Niall chokes out her name, voice pained, and when Luna locks eyes with him he’s bright red, hair a mess, chest heaving. “I’m gonna—if you don’t stop, I won’t be able to fuck you, petal.” 

Luna laughs, letting Niall’s legs down and pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh. He whimpers a little more, hands coming up to rest on her waist as she leans over the side of the bed, rummaging into the drawer of her bedside table for the packet of condoms she ordered the night she and Niall first kissed, knowing this was inevitable. He moves his hand between her legs as she grabs the packet, one finger pressing into her, and Luna whimpers, skin breaking out in goosebumps. 

“So wet,” Niall says, another finger pressing against Luna as she comes back to him, condoms in hand. “Fucking hell, you’re beautiful, Lunes.” 

“Fuck,” Luna drops her chin to her chest as Niall scissors his fingers inside her, palm pressed against her clit. She lets him keep going, riding his fingers gently as he brings her closer and closer to where she wants to be. She feels better than she ever has, no insecurity about the way her body is bared above him, about the noises she makes when she comes, for the second time, on his fingers. 

“Good girl,” Niall says softly, gentle as he slides his fingers out of Luna, and moves to lay her back on the bed. He gets on top of her, bumps his nose against hers again, and presses his hips forward, his cock nudging against her. “Can you give me one more, pet?” 

Luna nods, not sure she can speak a coherent sentence, but sure she wants Niall. She reaches up to cup his cheek as he slips the condom on, gives her another kiss,  and presses himself into her.

Exhausted as she is, Luna knows immediately that she hasn’t had sex like this in a long, long time. It feels so right, the stretch of Niall inside her, the weight of his body above her. He sets the perfect pace for her, dropping down a bit to bury his face in her neck as he fucks her, one hand holding her thigh up for a better angle, the other groping at her love handles. It’s all Luna can do to tug at Niall’s hair and hold tight to his shoulder, crying out with every thrust, tugging Niall impossibly closer and closer. They move together seamlessly, Niall and Luna, like this was the universe’s plan all along. 

Luna comes first, already hypersensitive and worn out, but Niall’s right behind her, pushed over the edge by the way she moans his name, tightening herself around his cock. He stills for a second when he comes, mouth wide open, and Luna has a millisecond of time standing still to watch him, to think to herself that she’s never seen anyone so close to perfect. 

Done, Niall collapses on top of Luna, still inside her, and lays, hot and heavy, on top of her. She scratches gently at his scalp, his hair damp with sweat, and almost cries when he reaches down to pull out. 

“I know,” he tells her softly, kissing up Luna’s neck and then meeting her lips with his own. “Me too.” 

They make out gently, then, hands exploring each other, until Niall pulls away, all swollen lips and glassy eyes, his hair a mess of dark brown roots and bleached ends. “You should pee,” he tells Luna, though he doesn’t look like he wants to get up and let her off the bed. “I’ll get us both some water, yeah?”

Luna nods, though she makes no moves to get up either. “Should check on poor Ruairí too.” 

Niall giggles, another flush to his cheeks. “Poor little craythur.” 

“Niall?” 

“Hmm?” Niall burrows his face in Luna’s neck again, his lips warm against her skin. 

“Do you want to stay the night?” Luna notices she’s not nervous asking, the way she was the first time she asked Ida to sleep over. She already knows.

Niall lifts his head, a soft smile on his swollen lips. “Yeah,” he tells her. “There’s nothing I want more.”

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Take It Slow: Yeji x Reader

Request: Could you please do Yeji x Fem!Reader? The plot is about them living together and falling in love 🥺 Thank you :)

Your roommate and you have lived together for almost a year and you both have yet to actually interact with each other. All you knew about your roommate was her name, Hwang Yeji. Despite the fact that you two haven’t really ever talked, you knew she probably despised you.

“I don’t understand why you two don’t talk. Really she’s super nice and cute too.” Your best friend Jiwoo knew Yeji because unlike you, Jiwoo was a social butterfly. Everyone loves Jiwoo she’s like the human embodiment of happiness. You sneezed three times then said “She doesn’t like me and you know it.” Jiwoo rolled her eyes and said “well you need to figure something out you two cant avoid each other forever. And go to the doctor you’re clearly sick” You responded “eventually we will. And it’s just allergies.”

When you woke up the next morning you realized it wasn’t just allergies. Your whole body ached, you were sweating even though you felt cold, and you had a wet cough. Forcing yourself out of bed you went to the kitchen to get water. You held yourself up against the wall so you didn’t fall over as you drank from your water bottle.

You heard a voice behind you “Hey are you ok?” You turned around and squinted, your eyes hurting from the amount of light in the room. You did your best to hold in a cough as you said “Y-yeah I’m fine just a little cold.” Yeji responded “are you sure?” You nodded but the second you tried to take a step you felt yourself falling.

Yeji quickly caught you, pulling you onto her back and walking you to your room. She placed you on the bed and felt your forehead, “you have a fever”. She ran to the bathroom and got some medicine before giving it to you with a glass of water. “Here take this.” You swallowed the cherry flavored liquid almost throwing it back up.

Your throat burned as you talked “Why are you doing this for me? I thought you hated me.” She responded with a soft smile “I want to. And I can’t hate someone like you.”

Never in the 10 months of living with Yeji have you actually seen her smile. Your heart fluttered at the sight. She was usually blank faced when she was around you, her narrow cat shaped eyes felt like they were burning holes into you. But this smiling Yeji was soft and warm, like a best friend almost. “You should get some rest y/n.” She pulled a blanket over you and walked out of your room, leaving the door open.

When you woke up you saw a boy scrolling through his phone sitting across from you. Immediately you looked around for Yeji, “she’s not here” the boy spoke up. You looked at him and tried to talk but your voice was gone, probably from all the coughing you did.

He could tell by the look on your face that you didn’t like him in your dorm. He calmly said “it’s ok she’ll be back. Oh and im her brother, Hyunjin.” You relaxed upon hearing him say that he was her brother, now knowing he wasn’t some creepy boy who broke into your dorm claiming to know Yeji.

“She sent me here to make sure you’d be ok while she’s in dance practice. I think she likes you, she talks about you a lot...” You stopped listening not believing anything he said. Closing your eyes you let him talk you back to sleep.

When you woke up again Yeji was back home, you could hear her humming in the kitchen. She walked into your room and saw you looking around silently. She ran the thermometer across your forehead and said “hmmm your fever still hasn’t broken and it’s been two days. I’m taking you to the hospital.” She helped you put on your shoes and a mask before putting you on her back and carrying you downstairs.

She drove you to the nearest hospital which was thirty minutes away. You honestly felt like you were dying. The motion of driving didn’t help making you feel nauseous and dizzy. Closing your eyes you tried your best to breathe calmly. You felt a hand on yours, her thumb caressing the back of your hand softly.

When she carried you into the hospital a few nurses immediately took you into a room to get checked out. Your eyes were closed but you could hear everything around you. The doctor asked Yeji all types of questions about you which she answered without issues. She knew everything from your birthday to your medicine allergies. You found this surprising because you’d never told her any of these things before.

“It seems that your girlfriend here has the common flu, we’ll get her an IV started with some fluids. As well as keeping her overnight for observation. She’ll be free to go in the morning.” The doctor told Yeji calmly and she nodded. Did he just say girlfriend? What did she tell him? But what you were most concerned about was the IV, you hated needles.

The doctor walked out to get a nurse for you leaving the two of you in the room. Yeji noticed your tensed body “what’s wrong?” She asked, her concern growing by the second. You responded “scared. Needles. No thank you.” Your voice still mostly gone but she was able to pick up what you said. She knew there was no other option, you needed this.

When the nurse came back she had the catheter in her hand ready to insert it in you. The nurse grabbed your hand and took the cap off the needle. The second you laid eyes on it you snatched your hand away and started crying. Everytime the nurse tried to gently get your hand you screamed and swatted at her.

“Wait wait wait stop!” Yeji waved her hands in front of the nurse. “Can you give us a second?” She asked sweetly. The nurse nodded and left the room. “Y/N you need this. I’ll hold your hand just relax.” You shook your head at her proposal. “What if you close your eyes and I hold you?” One again you shook your head.

The nurse came back in and told you she needed to get this done now because there were other patients. You nodded and held out your shaking hand, Yeji stood next to you, holding your head against her body. Before the nurse even got the needle out, you passed out.

When you woke up it was the next morning and Yeji was sitting next to your bed, holding your hand.  “You passed out then woke back up and fell asleep.” She told you laughing a little. A nurse came and had you sign papers so you could be discharged.

The car ride back to you and Yeji’s apartment was quiet. You decided to break the silence “so...girlfriend huh?” Yeji blushed and said “if i had no affiliation with you they wouldn’t have let me stay, it’s the first thing that came to mind.” You asked “we couldn’t have been sisters? Cousins?” She responded “not in the moment.”

You hesitated “well how about now?” She couldn’t take her eyes off the road but you could tell she wanted to look dead at you. Yeji stayed silent then asked “what do you mean..?” You told her “you know what I mean.” You laced her free hand with yours and she smiled. “Yeah...but take it slow.” You smiled wider and squeezed her hand lightly, “ok. We’ll take it slow.”

[baekhyuq]

“Cybersex.” Baekhyun (m) Robot!bbh

[Artificial Intelligence!Baekhyun/Robot!Baekhyun]

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word count: 3.5k

Playlist: Cybersex - Doja Cat/Say so-Doja Cat

Summary: You order your first AI because you’re lonely, but the AI seems to be more in control of you than you are of him.

Dragging the tab to customize your characters face, you make a sound as it comes together. Your customized character looks absolutely fuckable. In your own words.

Your friend—Yeri—introduced you to a very popular company that allows you to custom a robot/AI and have it delivered right to your door step. This was a dangerous thing you’ve considered many times. What if the AI becomes something evil? Your worries were just childish but valid. Your friend assured you nothing bad would happen, you could always report it to the company.

She went on to tell you how she’s had her AI for about a year and nothing has happened. You remember coming over to meet her robot—man. He was charming to say the least, with the modern technology they’ve developed over the years, they’ve replicated human emotions almost perfectly. Some interactions are still awkward and stiff between the human and AI.

“It’s expensive but worth it, I need somebody.” You talk yourself into hitting the confirm order button. You stare at the button for over 5 minutes before clicking it and instantly regret.

“W-wait.” You breathe out, what if this was the worst thing you’ve done yet?

***

“Y/n you can’t cancel it...Once the order is made you can’t go back.” Yeri tells you over lunch. You’re both eating veggie burgers with a side of fries. You explained how you’ve tried everything to cancel your order to the company.

“I cant believe I just blew so much money on fucking AI.” You sulk in your seat, the truth is, you’re lonely and need a companion but literally buying one isn’t the way to go about it. Right?

“I just wanted someone to share my time with.” You confess, embarrassed. “Is there really no way to cancel my order?” You ask for the third time.

Yeri sighs, “No. Y/n, just think of it as a treat for yourself. There’s no harm done with wanting company!” She manages to cheer you up about the situation in which you’ve spent a large sum on a robot man.

If there’s no way you’re getting your money back then you might as well start making a place for it to stay.

You and Yeri shop for things to decorate its room with. Living in a two bed apartment, you had the space for the AI to live. Or exist, whatever it will do.

Your phone dings, indicating a text message. You check your phone, a message displaying across the screen. “AI has been delivered.”

It’s been only a day.

“Yeri!?!” You yell in the middle of checking out.

She turns to you with wide eyes, “What’s wrong? Do you not like the bedding that much? I’ll change—“

“It says he’s been delivered!” You whisper yell, you didn’t want anyone knowing you fell into society’s trap of having an AI.

Yeri’s face relaxes, “Their delivery has gotten faster, Chanyeol took about three days for them to ship him.” She smiles fondly, “We should go to your house asap.”

***

“I didn’t freaking know he would get here the very next day!” You’re more freaked out by the very tall box that’s standing by your front door.

“I-is he alive in there?” You tap the box.

“He has to be activated first silly.” Yeri giggles at you, pushing the box past your door way. “Let’s go!”

“Yeri im terrified.” The heavy box has been standing in your living room for almost 20 minutes. Yeri has had enough of your hesitating self, she’s taken the responsibility into her own hands to open the box.

“Instructions. These are important, so don’t throw them away, got it?” She talks you through the unboxing. She pulls the wings of the cardboard back and you see a hand.

“Oh my god!” You cover your eyes. This can’t be fucking happening.

Yeri tears away the plastic the robot is wrapped in. You peep through your fingers. He’s absolutely breathtaking. You gasp audibly.

“Oh my god, Y/n. You made this?!” Yeri’s surprised by how handsome he is, giving his shoulder a squeeze. “Oh he’s toned, lets activate him!”

Yeri takes your phone and goes to the app of the company. She navigates through some steps before coming to a loading bar.

“Once this is filled up then you’ll have yourself a man!” Yeri’s clapping happily as she sits beside you to wait patiently. “You did such a good job, his face is so handsome.”

You’re jaw is still on the ground, you can’t believe your creation is here in the...flesh? You’re scared but at the same time you’re also excited.

“It’s almost finished.” Yeri’s voice breaks you out of your staring competition with the robot that has ceased to live yet. “Complete!”

A sound is emitted from the app, a beeping and a few buzzing sounds before its quiet. You can Yeri are hanging off the edge of the couch.

“Did it work—“

The AI jolts to life and looks around the room before introducing himself, “Hello, my name is Baekhyun.” A smile reaches his face and he looks even more handsome.

You’re forced to stand, reaching out to take his hand, shaking it. “H-hello my name is Y/n. It’s nice to finally meet you, Baekhyun.” Your hand is sweaty and you’re hoping he isn’t able to feel it.

“Your hand is damp, sweaty palms is an indicator that the person is nervous. Am I making you nervous Y/n?” The AI says intelligently, his voice is soothing. It’s also embarrassing that he just pointed that out.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been nervous since I ordered you...” You’re uncomfortable claiming that you bought him right to his face. Is it like an unnamed rule that you shouldn’t mention it?

“That is a normal reaction I suppose.” He laughs, your heart melts and your stomach erupts with butterflies. “Your brain is releasing oxytocin and cortisol, now your blood vessels around your gut are constricting. You must be feeling nauseous now, or as you humans call it ‘having butterflies in your stomach’.”

How can he tell by just standing near you?! It’s almost creepy!

“Baekhyun you’re very knowledgeable, you know that?” Yeri jumps in to slice the awkward conversation. She stands up to shake Baekhyun’s hand introducing herself.

“Nice to meet you, Yeri.”

“I actually have an AI of my own, his name is Chanyeol.”

“I’ve never heard that name before. He must be a customized model?” Baekhyun asks.

Yeri nods, “I should introduce him to you one day!” That’s not a bad idea, Baekhyun will probably become lonely here when you’re out.

Baekhyun smiles before shifting his attention to you. “You are my creator, correct?”

His question throws you off for a second. “Yes.”

“Alright, you must answer a few questions for my system if that’s alright.”

“Ah yes, that’s fine, please come and sit.” You and Baekhyun sit next to each other while Yeri wonders off into the kitchen for food.

Baekhyun asks questions such as what his duties are, or where he may or may not go in the house, ect.

“What is my purpose?” He asks, a blue dot by his ear lights up.

“For keeping me company...” You couldn’t blatantly tell him he was here because you wanted a man in your life! What kind of creator would you look like?

“Just company?” Baekhyun smirks almost, a questioning look on his face. He doesn’t press further, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. He could sense your heart rate increase at his questions. Your cheeks were becoming red by the minute. Each question would result in a stuttering response from you. Baekhyun found you fascinating.

“That is all I needed thank you, my system will accommodate to you based on the answers you provided.”

“Ah, no problem.” You can’t help but stare at him, he’s just so perfect. The round rip of his nose and the curve of his cheeks. It’s all so inhuman.

“I h-have a question actually.” You turn to face Baekhyun, your leg brushing his.

He nods encouraging you to speak.

“May I touch your face? I know it sounds weird but I just can’t stop staring at it, I know I created your face and all but I just want to see for myself. You know? Should I not mention that I created you? Does it make you uncomfortable? I won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable—“

Baekhyun interrupts your speech by grabbing your hand and placing it on his cheek. “Fleshy exterior and a metal interior. I’m made of 60 percent of customized silicone to replicate human skin. But the rest of me is various metals. You may ask any other questions you might have, I will answer to the best of my abilities.” His voice is silk, not skipping even one beat as he spoke.

Your hand hesitates in feeling around his face, tracing his nose and pinching his cheeks even. He feels just like a human. “What’s your hair made of?”

“100 percent human hair.” He chuckles, his hands in his lap. “My teeth are made of the silicone and various muscles replicated are made from the silicone, but with variations of densities with making one organ harder or squishy. Here touch it.” He sticks out his tongue and you grab it without hesitation. It’s wet and rough like a tongue.

“Wow, thats so freaky.”

“Right? The wondrous world of AI technology!” Baekhyun’s first joke to crack has you giggling endlessly.

***

‘He’s charming’ is your first thought of Baekhyun, he hasn’t stopped making you laugh since he’s arrived. Another thing is that he’s understanding, you’ve been sharing your personal life with him and he’s listened the whole time without judgement. He’s even given you well constructed advice.

“Ah! I forgot, Yeri and I were actually shopping for your room today. We picked up a few things, we weren’t sure what you’d like since...you know.” You led him to his room which was right across form yours.

“Wow that’s very considerate of you both, I really appreciate it.” Baekhyun looks around, the rooms to his liking. He doesn’t know exactly what he likes about it but he’s content with it.

“If you want anything else to decorate it with just let me know!” You stand at the door with your hands together. It’s an awkward silence before Baekhyun speaks.

“Is there anything that you would like me to do?”

“Oh, I—no. Not right now, no.” Your stuttering response makes Baekhyun emit a laugh.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me Y/n. I am your creation think of me as...” He pauses to think, his chin in his hand. He looks back at you, “Think of me as if i’m just your boyfriend!”

You choke on your spit, alarming Baekhyun who stands up to pat your back.

“Baekhyun I think i’m going to take a shower feel free to wonder the apartment.” You spit out before practically running to your room. If he wasn’t a fucking AI you would jump his bones right then and there.

You try to calm your heart rate with a steamy shower. The mirrors fogged up and you’re listening to your music on a low volume, minding your new roommate.

You’re shaving your legs when you hear the door open. You pause, did you hear right? There’s no possible way he would—

The shower curtain is ripped back and reveals a naked Baekhyun.

“Baekhyun—close the curtain! What are you doing in here!?” You scream in terror, your AI has literally just seen you naked.

“I thought this was an invitation? Did I read you wrong? Your body temperature was very high and your eyes were dilated. Those were signs of attraction, then you said you would go shower, I thought—“

“Baekhyun get out!” You cut him off by yelling.

Baekhyun leaves the bathroom. You’re absolutely mortified and embarrassed. You get out the shower wrapping a towel around your body to dry off. You begin to dress when you notice the shadow of his feet. You pull open the door, standing face to face with Baekhyun.

“Y/n, I ran through my system to see what mistake I made and I apologize.” He looks down at you, his arms at his side. He looks so robotic.

“Baekhyun don’t come into the bathroom when I’m in here... People take showers alone, okay?” You’re straining from what you want to actually say. Please fuck me now, Baekhyun.

“Yes Y/n.” There’s a pause. “Did you like it?”

“Like what?”

“The body you created.” He almost smirks, and you want to wipe it off his face. His subtle cocky attitude makes you uncomfortably horny.

“Seeing as your body temperature is rising again and you’re blinking a lot. And also how your brain is releasing plenty of dopamine and also your nipples are poking through your shirt. You must have enjoyed a part of it.” He’s leaning closer, blocking you from running.

“Tell me Y/n. Do you want to test if this body can meet your expectations? Would you like a test drive?” Baekhyun’s mouth is by your ear, his breath fanning the side of your face.

You can barely respond with a nod, not trusting your voice.

“I need words, I need your verbal permission. I will not hold back If you agree Y/n.” The way he says your name, your kitty is dripping already.

“Yes, Baekhyun. Please take me.” You gain a small amount of confidence from his want. His desire. Your hands grips his toned arms.“I want you.” You whisper.

Baekhyun picks you up with inhuman strength and carries you to your room. He tosses you on the bed.

“I would ask how you like it, but telling by your arousal at me throwing you on the bed I’d conclude you enjoy it rough.”

His words shoot right to your kitty. Fuck, how could this robot possess so much sex appeal right now? Looking like that should be a punishable crime.

You’re also curious, as to how he will perform. Will he be inhumanly perfect? Will he be careful? They are questions begging to be answered.

“What are you thinking of at a time like this? You’re zoning out.” Baekhyun straddles you on the bed, his hands running up your sides to take hold of your hands. He pins them above you, glaring down at you.

“Keep your mind only on what’s happening in this room.”

“I was thinking about you.” You bite your lip as you shamefully admit your dirty thoughts.

“Were you?” His eyes travel down to your lips, he licks his own.

“I was thinking of how you would be..in bed.”

“Is that so? Why don’t I just demonstrate.” Baekhyun dips his head to catch your lips with his. His lips taste like cherry, how could this be? His hand comes to the side of your face to caress your cheek. He’s gentle.

“Go ahead then.” You gain confidence at his desire, once more.

“Yes, Y/n.” He breaks away to let a smirk play on his lips. He starts with your nightgown, taking off the lacy slip. He kisses your shoulders and over your collarbones. His hand travels to your waist, holding you. You breathe calmly, the nervousness melting away with each kiss set by Baekhyun.

“Your heart rate has calmed but your body temperature is rising. How adorable.” He pushes your panties down teasingly, not taking them off. You roll your eyes, pushing him by his shoulder. For an artificial man he posses enough charisma and sex appeal to charm you out of your panties yourself.

He lets the band of your panties smack against your skin. You whine and pout, furrowing your brows at him. Baekhyun puts his hand over your clothed kitty, letting a single finger push down and sink between your folds. He rubs your clit gently, barely stimulating you but revving your engine nonetheless. You grab onto his wrist, asking him to rub you harder.

“Stop teasing.” You whine at his dainty touch, wanting to be petted way heavier than what he’s giving. Baekhyun laughs at your desperate attempts. He gives in and presses harder on your clit, rubbing in circles. You moan quietly, biting your lip quickly after.

Baekhyun’s brows furrow at the sound of your moans, his ears have never heard such a sound before. He rubs your clit harder to hear the song once more. You hold out trying not to embarrass yourself but it slips out when Baekhyun licks up your neck.

“Your moans are so adorable, Y/n.” You feel his voice vibrate through his chest.

Baekhyun slips his hand into your panties, touching your bare clit, his fingers become sticky and damp. The sounds coming from between your thighs fill the room, along with your heavy breathing. Baekhyun seems to be the only one unaffected.

“How can you not be out of breath?” You ask, turning your head to face him.

Baekhyun grins at the layer of sweat over your body. “Oh, Sweetheart. I am very much affected.” He takes your hand and places it over his chest, his hearts beating fast. “You caused this.”

He catches your lips in his and your hand sneaks up to the side of his face. His finger dipping into your hole surprising you, you jolt and let out a surprised squeak.

“The noises you make, I could listen to them all day.” Baekhyun confesses, he sits up, positioning you to lay on your stomach.

You lay obediently, becoming anxious for his touch. His thighs are on either side of your ass, his hand lands on the small of your back. His fingers walk up your spine to your shoulders, then down to the small of your back.

“Baekhyun stop playing, grab my ass.” You whine, arching your back for him even further.

Baekhyun erupts with laughter, “You’re so impatient.” He smacks your ass before grabbing it and soothing the sting. He slides off your panties tossing them on the floor. He has full access to your pussy. He dips his fingers between your thighs, rubbing you from behind. It feels as if the sensation feels more intense in this position.

You moan softly, earning a grunt from Baekhyun. You turn your head to see his face. He’s already looking at you. His dark eyes are penetrating yours. You feel as if you can’t hold out anymore.

“Baekhyun, please fuck me.”

Baekhyun undresses in an instant, you didn’t have to tell him twice. He’s positioning himself up to your pussy and slowly slides in. You almost cry out from the stretch. His length is perfect but he’s thicker than anyone you’ve ever had. He bottoms out, resting his hand on your hip. He slides out and thrusts forward slowly, letting out a low moan in your ear. His chest touches your back. Your breathing is uneven and your heart is beating fast. You could feel every inch of Baekhyun, his delicious cock buried inside of you. Baekhyun wraps and arm around your neck, holding you to him. He starts thrusting quickly, you squeeze your eyes shut at the pleasure.

Your climax begins to build, the knot in your stomach unraveling slowly. You reach down to rub your clit but Baekhyun slaps your hand away, rubbing it himself. You almost feel sensitive at the way he’s rubbing it and you jerk away from his touch.

“Baekhyun i’m about to cum!” You whine loudly, biting down on his arm. The slapping noises emitting from you both fill the room and the bed creaks quietly. The air is filled with sex and the smell of sweat.

Baekhyun furrows his brows as he speeds uo his thrusts. Your body is buried in the mattress, your hip burning from his grip on it. You feel as if any second you will—

“Ah~” Your feet dig into Baekhyun’s lower back, pressing him further into you. Your greedy kitty contracts around his length as Baekhyun tries to reach his own climax. Is it possible for an AI to ejaculate? You find out soon when Baekhyun lets out an animalistic grunt and your back is covered in a sticky wet goodness. Your feet drop back into the bed, fatigue plaguing you as your head rests on Baekhyun’s arm under you. You can feel his heavy breathing evening out as he rolls off of you.

“Well?” He breathes out, looking over at you.

You look up at him with droopy eyes. “Well what?”

“How was my performance, did I meet your expectations?” His toothy smile melts your heart once more. You place a hand on his chest, curling up by his side.

“You were amazing, I didn’t think I would cum so hard by an AI.” You tease poking your tongue out at Baekhyun. He spanks your ass and you giggle.

“This AI can do more than make you cum more than once, Sweetheart.”

[akishito]

The laws of men

Witcher Oc (Světlana CatAu fic.) Angst - procced witch caution :D

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One has to obey the rules, the laws created by society. They exist to mend the chaos of natural order. But not even following the rules can smooth the chaos within one. The law may as well be part of the chaos tearing you from the inside.

The woods were quiet today. Never a good sign. Světlana rode Mesiats throw the woods, following a trail. The monstrous head of a Kikimora dangled at the side of the ashen horse. They were heading to the nearest village in the hope of making some coin - for the Kikimora or other vise. 

The autumn colored the leaves in warm shades, but it was still early for them to fall and make the forest floor wet and slippery. So Světlana rode her loyal friend with confidence in the saddle and determined to make it to the village by twilight. The only thing clouding Světlana's mind was the absence of birds chipping in the crowns, the cracking of fallen sticks by the wildlife. It was a pretty big cloud blocking the sun. Yet her medallion remained calm on her chest, unmoving.

As she was approaching the small town, she noticed several points hoarding her suspicions into a large knot curling in the pit of her stomach. She could hear some noise of life now but mute somehow. She did not get down from the saddle as she neared the town square, nor she stopped listening for any unusual noises in this small and dirty town. 

With every new street, she came across many new disturbing clues of what might await her at the center of this place. Countless footprints in the mud coming out of town following much smaller ones overlapping with those suggesting a pair of shoes being dragged throw the dirt in the opposite direction.  Someone was dragged and most likely against their will.  

Maybe this was not the best time for her to came to this town. She wondered who was the unlucky one. A thief, murdered, non-human? 

When she reached the outskirts of the surprisingly large square, she finally got down from her horse. With reins in her hand, Světlana went closer to the gibbet. The people, captured in their twisted fascination, let her permeate throw, not noticing who she was or what her horse was carrying. 

She was unable to make up who found their death here today. The sun sat low, and its rays blinded Světlanas sensitive eyes. With the hood low, the sun shined over the roofs, making it impossible to see. It was a man, that was all she gathered. But with every step, she was more and more scared to take another. 

Like a pendulum swinging from side to side, Světlana's feet moved in a dreadful rhythm. And then she took one too many. The sunlight died down, hiding behind the roofs completely - now there was nothing to block her ability to see what she deep down already knew. 

 Her brother hanged before her, stripped from his armor. Left in nothing but his underpants and his Cat medallion around his neck. The only thing that was supposed to be around his neck. No, this was not true. 

"Gaetan," she breathed out, not aware that the words left her mouth.

A mature woman by her side caught Světlana's whisper, and in an instant, screamed and threw herself back into the crowd. Face so shocked and twisted like she was looking at the devil himself. Světlana did not spare her a single glance as she approached the gallows. I have to get him down. I have to. 

One by one, the townspeople backed down from her way, like a wave. They were parting before her so she could stand with her feet dry. 

Gaetan's body unmoving, cold, and so close. They dragged him here like an animal. What happened?!

"One more step and, you will hang next to him." An authoritative voice pierced throw her fixed focus. Světlana slowly turned her head to face with the dark hard eyes of the town mayor. He was in his forties, tall and lean. He stood still in a blizzard that was Světlana's presence in this little execution. 

"What crimes did this man commit to being sentenced to death?" She kept her voice low but loud enough for the man to hear her. How does her face look right now? Are the anger and confusion getting throw the mask she wears instead of a human face? 

"For what he has done, there is no other punishment more fitting than death."

"That does not answer my question." The mayor fell silent for a moment, checking if his guards were close by his side to strike if the witcher before him started acting funny.

"The Witcher killed the miller and his oldest son. With no reason, unprovoked." He spoke with the pacing and intonation of someone schooled by a home tutor. This man came from a wealthy upbringing, not fitting the place this small town was. 

"My brother had more blood on his hands than your town butcher, but not even him would act on a whim like this. Show me proof or got helps me. Single lie and, you will need more than those tin cans by your side to keep you safe from me ripping your throat out." Monotone, her voice monotone, and flat. That's the best way to keep it. Let your stance and stare do the work.  Don't try me.  

"Witness saw the whole act unfold."

"Then let me speak to them."

The major and she held long, staring contact before the older man beckoned for someone by his right hand. The cries that followed shocked Světlana. She watched as one of the guards shoved a young woman to the side to get to the little boy behind her. "No, you cant do this. Get him away from the monster! Let my son go, did he not suffer enough?!" Another guard had to hold the woman so she could not run to her boy and shield him from what she believed was an open mouth of a werewolf. The kid had red eyes from crying tears dried on his cheeks. He was visibly frightened, shaking maybe, but he followed the guard to the mayor. She something familiar in this little boy, something buried so deep she quickly locked it back. 

"Tell us what you saw, Matěj."  The protests by the mother echoed in the background, and the major sounded authoritative, and the little boy choked on the first syllable he tried to force out. She watched him struggle and wondered why he even was here - in shock, frightened, watching a man die. 

Světlana kneeled to get to the boy's level. Let me help you, little one. Matěj took her action by surprise as the rest of the nearby people, but she just raised her hand and as she prepared her fingers to perform the sign in a calm voice said: "It's Ok. No one's going to hurt you. Please, tell me what happened to the miller." She spoke to him she did to the newcomers at the old keep.  They were too in a place they had no business of being.

Axie worked immediately. The boy calmed down and started to speak. He spoke a tale of an old miller that used to give him sweet treats when he helped around and how one day a horse came running from the woods without a rider. And how the horse walked funny and how the miller gave it water and oat. And how the horse stayed with the miller for two days before a strange man came from the woods covered in blood. The man from the tale was dirty and talked nonsense. How he laughed at the miller, calling him a blood-sucking leach. How he shouted, he is not afraid of a vampire, not even a high one. How he cut the poor man in half and how his son lost his head trying to help his father. And how he collapsed on the ground in a spasm. And how the boy runs for help to bring it to the horror unimaginable. The tale ended with the good man dragging the unconscious murdered to the town square to meet his fate. To be punished. 

"You heard the boy. Do you believe us now?" The major placed a hand on the boy's shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze while his eyes on Světlana, nervous, trying not to let his unease to be known. 

"I do believe the boy. But you still killed my brother and without a trial."

"For crimes like this, no trial is required. Do you judge a monster by human law before you slay it? Do you let them state their case, to defend themselves before you behead them?" Světlana remained on her knee, looking at the boy whose big blue eyes looked for his mom. 

This whole situation made her feel like she is balancing on a rope stretched out over a burning pit. Yet she felt blinded by all the feelings she was not showing, feelings that many believed were not there at all.  "Every monster has reasons why they do what is natural to them. They live and need to feed, just like everyone else. You would be surprised, Major, how often could a tragedy be prevented, only if people understood that."

"Are you siding yourself with the pest you hunt?"  The Major felt the crowd was on his side. The dimmed voices and reactions carrying throw this whole conversation only got more bold and brash.  Not even I could get away from this in one piece.  

"No, I was just answering your question."

Silence fell between them. The silence broke by Světlana and her demand. "Cut him off."

"The law states he has to hang for three days." 

"Cut him off." 

"The law..."

"Cut. Him. Off." 

Her voice still flat, forcedly emotionless. The sooner Gaetan was down, the sooner she could... She could... She could what? 

I have to get him off! I have to get to him off! I have to get him off! I have to get him...

"In three days, you will be allowed to take his body. Not sooner." The majors' voice was cold as a shard of ice and just as sharp.

*** 

On the first day, she went to the mill to see the place with her own eyes. Maybe to found out if the miller was a vampire after all, which was nonsense.  She demanded to see the bodies after she accepted the majors' condition. Pieces of meat, that's what she saw. Nothing vampiric about that. 

They did not let her get closer enough to see Gaetan's body at the gallows. Just a piece of dead meat now as well. What made him act this way? Was her brother that far gone? Did those mutations inflict their final harm? Everything hurt inside, twisted like a knot. No, not now. Not here. Breath. One in, one out. 

The mill deserted without a single soul neer it. Světlana wondered if the miller had a wife or other children and was glad they were not there when her brother came. If they were here now, would she apologize to them? 

The first day was for her to doubt. On the first day, she builds a reconciliation cross.

***

On the second day, she wonders about the forest. Like she is a young child unkissed by the rough lips of life. Unaware of the dangers there. She feels empty, hollow like an old willow tree.  

She walks, and the leaves crack under her soles. She listens. She finds an old graveyard in the forest not so far from where the mill is. She sees the rotting corpses and dried blood. Ghouls slaughtered - work of a witcher, flasks from drank potions laying scattered on the ground. 

The second day was for her to look and find. On the second day, she destroys a graveyard wall in a flash of frustration. 

***

On the third day, she feels it's somewhat harder to sense herself. On the third day, she feels tired of waiting but follows the rules anyway.  On the third day, she collects Gaetan's things from the majors' guards and throws them together with her own into the bag on Mesiats saddle. 

She meditates in front of the gallows. The sun, burning her on every little piece of skin she did not cover enough. She waits for the right time to take her brother down. She sits. She waits. 

The townspeople avoided her the entire time she was here, from day one. But as the time limit was coming to an end, they too become restless.  The sun was gradually hiding behind the roofs, just like when she came to this forsaken town. 

When the first stone left the palm of an unnamed man, Světlana felt the stone brush against her shoulder. "Leave, you freak," yelled the old man, and more were joining him. She could see the exhaustion and frustration in his eyes, but she was swamped by these feelings too. 

And she was ready. No, she was not going to draw a  sword on them - no more meaningless bloodshed.  But she did defend herself. Quen was her friend in many battles and helped her in this one as well. At the impact with the barrier, the stones reflected and bounced back to those who throw them. Some of them hit the shocked people with a force they did not expect. "Blood, there is always blood when we are around, Světli," Gaetan spoke to her, and it felt real. It hurt. 

"Enough!" She yelled back."I waited for three days as your law states. I did not break any other law while I remained here. And now I am getting my brother off." Was she yelling? Who knows. There was no right side, no wrong one, not to her. Yet she hated the frightened humans watching her cut down the stiff body of what used to be her brother. She despised them as she rode her horse throw the center of the square and out of the town. She loathed them as she rode her horse, crushing everything in their way, as her chest felt tight, her ribs pounding by an ungraspable weight.

The third day was for her to... The third day was for her to... The third day was for her to... 

***

The wood crackled and, smoke ascended to the sky. 

Her brother was dead - she was not. It did not felt right. 

[atc74]

The Whole Shebang

Square(s) Filled: Group Sex for @spnkinkbingo, Breath Play for @spngenrebingo​, “You’re Bossy and Short” for @spntfwbingo​

Warnings: Oral sex, fingering, grace play, face fucking, voyeurism, breath play, dirty talk, bossy Sam, Destiel adjacent, anal sex, sex sex…so much sex. This is a truly smutty foursome. It’s really filthy.

Summary: Y/N is excited to give Cas all her firsts in one go round. After the successful threesome with Sam, she asks what he wants to try next. 

Pairing: Sam x Reader, with a side of Cas x Reader, Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader x Cas x Dean, a hint of Destiel, no Wincest

Word Count: 2709

Written for: @spntfwbingo​, @spnkinkbingo​, @spngenrebingo​

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches who wanted me to add the following disclaimer: Amanda apologizes for any errors she might have missed when she was so distracted by the smut.

A/N: The depraved conclusion to A Whole New World (catch up now). After this little series, I am feeling a bit better about writing Castiel. Thank you all for reading and enjoying the smut fest! Graphics made by me, photos found on google. 

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Previously on An Enlightening Experience: 

“Sam? Y/N? Thank you for helping me with my first sexual encounter. I found it quite enjoyable and would like to do this again. It has been an enlightening experience.” Cas’s gravelly timbre broke the silence. “Now I know what Dean was talking about.”

Laughter broke out between the three of them.

“I’m game,” Y/N laughed, turning to Sam. “You in, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m in,” Sam agreed, leaning over to kiss her, happy she was back in her own body. “Gotta admit, Cas, you’re a pretty decent kisser, too.”

Y/N broke out in a giggle. “It was actually rather hot, babe. Seeing you two go at it when I finally switched back into my own body. One minute I’m straddling Cas and kissing you, then bam! I’m back in my own body and you’re filling me up.” She grinned like the Cheshire Cat, stretching out between them. “So, Cas? What would you like to try next time?”

“I’d like to invite Dean to join us.”

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“You think Dean’ll go for this?” Y/N tilted her head to look at Sam. 

“He’s having a bit of a dry spell, so yeah, I think he would,” Sam replied after a minute of thought. “You might have to pay him some extra attention though.” 

“That I can do,” Y/N agreed, her body already tingling at the thought of getting to have all three of them pleasuring her and each other. She turned back to Cas, cupping his face with her hand. “Hey, Cas? I noticed your vessel recovers rather quickly and is ready to go back to back rounds. Is that a grace thing?”

“It is the grace, Y/N,” he replied, pressing two fingers to Sam’s exposed hip. “There, Sam, you should find your penis is ready for more sex.” 

Sam just laughed. “Dean’s really gonna like that part!” 

“I’m calling him right after I shower,” Y/N slipped out from between Sam and Cas, heading to the bathroom.

“No need, Y/N,” Cas snapped his fingers and smiled at her. 

“Seriously? You can do that?” Y/N ran her hands over her body and between her legs. She was still damp, but the mess of her and Sam’s combined spendings was gone, as was the dried cum on her stomach where she released while still in Cas’s body. “This is awesome!” She picked up her phone and dialed Dean, grabbing four beers from the cooler. “Hey!” 

“No seriously, dude. We just switched back like five minutes ago. It was definitely an eye opener,” Y/N laughed into the phone. “So, come join us for a beer. I’ve got something I want to talk to you about...cool. See you soon!” 

Y/N slipped into Sam’s discarded flannel, throwing him the tee. “We shouldn’t probably be buck naked when he gets here.” 

Sam and Cas had just finished dressing in their undershirts and boxers when the door opened. 

“Hey. Y/N, what’s wrong? What did you want to talk about?” Dean looked anxiously between his friends and brother. “Why aren’t you guys dressed? And, why the hell does it stink like sex in here?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Y/N stood and slinked her way in front of Dean, running her hands up his strong chest, lowering her voice to a dangerously seductive level. “You remember that time in Montana when you and Sam and I, well, you know? And, that time in Vegas? And, Milwaukee? And, the countless orgasms the two of you’ve given me in the Bunker?”

Dean swallowed audibly in the quiet room. “Hmm-mmm.” 

“Well, Sammy and I just helped Cas experience not one, not two, but five orgasms today alone. And, I know with your help, we can do better. And, who knows, maybe even break the Winchester personal best of, what was it? Nine?” 

“Ten,” Dean gulped. 

“I think it might have been eleven, Dean,” Sam offered. 

“So, what I’m trying to say, Dean,” Y/N whispered, dragging her tongue up his neck, stopping to nibble just below his ear, where she knew he had a weakness. “Is that it would be unfair to make Cas stop at only five, and I’ve only come twice today.” She looked up at him with her big eyes, licking her lips. 

“Fucking hell, Y/N. That’s playing dirty,” Dean managed to breath out, his cock swelling and pressing painfully behind his zipper. 

“Oh baby, I’m only getting warmed up.” Y/N pressed up against him, snaking her tongue between Dean’s parted lips, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss. 

Dean wrapped his arms around, holding her even closer to him, their tongues twisting together until Y/N pulled back, breathing heavy in his ear. “Wanna feel how wet I am for you, baby? Just thinking about getting my two best guys and favorite angel in this body tonight?” 

Dean mumbled unintelligibly, moving his hand down between their bodies, running two fingers up the center of Y/N’s heat. “Jesus Christ, kitten. You’re killing me here.” 

“Since I already got to fuck both Sam and Cas, I’m gonna pay extra special attention to you tonight,” Y/N cooed, slipping her hands under his jacket and pushing it off his shoulders. “You want me to make you feel good, baby?”

“Oh, kitten, you have no idea.” Dean grabbed her by the backs of her thighs, picking her up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her wet crotch against the fly of his jeans, the friction rubbing her perfectly. Dean reached the end of one of the beds, laying Y/N down on her back. He unwrapped her legs from around his waist and pulled her behind the knees until her ass was nearly hanging over the edge.

“Too many clothes,” Y/N groaned, looking up at Dean. 

“Hell yeah there is,” Dean agreed and ripped open her borrowed flannel, sending buttons scattering to parts unknown. 

“Hey, that was my shirt,” Sam protested. 

“Don’t fucking care,” Dean said, dropping to his knees in front of Y/N. He didn’t waste any more time, diving in nose first, nudging her clit with the tip, while his tongue lapped at her folds. “So fucking wet for me, kitten. You gonna be a good girl for me?”

“I’m always a good girl for you, baby. For you and for Sammy. I wanna be a good girl for Cas, too,” she mewled as Dean continued to devour her pussy. 

A moan sounded in the room and she darted her eyes from Dean between her legs to see Cas, fully naked and stroking himself at the sight before him. Sam was shirtless, but had only pushed his boxers down to just under his balls. 

“Sammy, come ‘ere and let me suck that big, beautiful cock,” Y/N urged her boyfriend. 

“No, take care of our angel first, baby,” Sam commented, nodding at Cas. “Dean, stop. Y/N, on your hands and knees.” 

Cas walked to the bed, dick still in hand, and knelt next to her head. Y/N flipped over, reaching for him. Cas canted his hips forward, pressing his tip between her open lips. 

“It’s okay, she’s got you, Cas. Use her mouth just like she used yours earlier,” Sam encouraged. 

Dean took the opportunity to rid himself of his clothing, tossing several pieces somewhere in the room. He looked to his brother before continuing. Sam nodded once, and Dean shoved two fingers inside her tight channel. “Christ, you both fucked her today, and she’s still this tight? I’m gonna die a happy man.” 

With the addition of Dean’s fingers, Y/N moaned around Cas’s dick in her mouth. She rocked forward further onto Cas and then back onto Dean’s finger, his tongue licking at her folds when she did. She heard a click from behind her and, a moment later, felt the familiar chill of lube, running down the crack of her ass. 

“Open her up, Dean,” Sam directed. 

Y/N keened, feeling Dean press a thick digit to her tight hole, spreading the lube around before pushing inside. “We’re gonna use you so good tonight, kitten. Fill all those holes up.” 

Y/N was a whore for dirty talk, and the Winchesters were her kryptonite. With Cas fucking into her mouth, she couldn’t respond, except to push back onto his fingers, prompting him to add a second finger to her asshole, all the while still eating her pussy. Dean Winchester was a master with his tongue, fingers, and cock, and she was lucky enough to have had all of him. With the Winchesters, it was never just a quick fuck, it was a religious experience, and now they would share it with Cas as well. 

“Y/N, I have to believe you sucking my cock is exceptionally better than using my grace to simulate it,” Cas breathed out heavily as he pushed in and out of her mouth. “Tell me, did it feel better when I sucked you off than when you used my grace?”

Y/N shook her head side to side, supplying her answer, while managing to stuff Cas even further down her throat with a slight gag, causing her eyes to water and spit to run down her face. Still, she continued rocking herself back and forth between Dean and Cas. 

Dean slipped in a second finger, working her open until he could add a third easily between the lube and his saliva. “Man, Sammy, she’s still gonna be so fucking tight for us. But, you’re always tight, aren’t you, kitten?”

“Y/N, I’m gonna come for you,” Cas shouted as he grabbed the sides of her head, gripping tightly and shooting his load down her throat. She only moaned louder and took everything he had to offer her before he fell to the mattress.

“Babe, you’re such a good girl for us, so I’m going to let you choose tonight,” Sam stroked her cheek lovingly. “Who gets what?”

Y/N mewled at the thought of having all three, but didn’t hesitate in her response. “You’ll all get your turn, baby. First, I want to suck Dean’s cock. Sam, I want you in my pussy. I know how much you love it. And, another first for Cas. Angel, you’re going in my ass, baby.” 

Sam laid down next to Y/N, pulling her up and over until she sank down, both of them groaning at the tight stretch. 

Dean took Cas’s spot at her head, feeding her his cock slowly as she started moving on Sam. 

Cas stood back and observed for a moment. It was a magnificent sight, the three of them, moving fluidly together. Stroking his cock at the view, he extended his grace forward, nudging Y/N’s asshole, while she fucked Sam. A muffled scream left her lips as Dean thrust his hips forward. 

“Fucking hell, what was that?” Sam panted. 

“That was my grace, Sam,” Cas responded. 

She pulled off Dean and turned her head to Cas. “I want your cock in my ass, not your grace,” Y/N chuckled.

“You can do that?” Dean marvelled. 

“No reason I shouldn’t pleasure her with both,” Cas shrugged, stepping forward, placing one hand on her hip and lining himself up with the other, pressing against her. “May I?”

“Always so polite. Yes, angel. Just fucking fuck me already.” 

All three stilled their movements while Cas pushed himself inside Y/N. “Oh,” Cas moaned, drawing the sound out until he was fully seated. 

Y/N, slammed her eyes shut as she clenched around them. “So full, so good. Now move, please.” 

“You’re bossy, and short,” Sam quipped, slamming up into her. 

Cas groaned, feeling Sam move through the thin walls of her body separating them. 

“Oh fucking hell!” Dean shouted, resuming his pace. If there was something that could get him off faster than usual tonight, it would be the sight of Y/N taking his brother and best friend at the same time. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. With her brain occupied elsewhere, Dean shoved himself further in her mouth with each thrust until he hit the back of her throat and she swallowed around him, strangling his dick. “Fuck! ‘M coming, Y/N! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” 

After milking Dean for everything he had, she concentrated on her other two partners, pushing her toward her edge faster than ever before. She screamed for them as their alternating rhythm rubbed every nerve ending in her body. 

Dean laid both hands on her throat, like they’d done so many times before. Y/N nodded her consent and he squeezed, applying just enough pressure to restrict her breathing. She reached one hand behind her to grasp Cas’s wrist. With a white-knuckled grip on both him and Sam, she held on, while keeping her eyes locked on Dean. Y/N blinked once, silently letting him know she was ready for more. 

He applied additional pressure, pushing her further. Her arousal flying higher and higher. Dean watched her, looking for any sign of distress. 

A new warmth encircled her nipples and clit, and she recognized it as Cas’s grace. “Oh yes!” She rasped as he stimulated her over and over. Her vision hazed over, black spots forming at the edges. 

“Come for us, kitten,” Dean murmured, his voice barely audible over the crack of skin on skin. He loosened his grip, oxygen flooding her lungs, and her climax hit her head on. Y/N’s body seized between Sam and Cas, Dean keeping a hold on her head and neck as they worked her through the pleasure. 

Sam was right behind Y/N, emptying inside her, unable to hold off any longer with the way her walls clamped down on him. 

“Cas, you got the stamina of a thoroughbred, man,” Dean remarked, locking eyes with the angel as he continued to pound away at her ass. Cas’s eyes bored into Dean in a way they never had before. 

“Y/N!” Cas roared as he stilled, pumping her full of his release, folding himself over her, peppering her skin with hot open mouthed kisses, never breaking eye contact with the elder Winchester. 

The four of them lay in a tangle of limbs and sweat, their breaths heavy for several minutes before Dean broke the relative silence. 

“Damn, I’d do that again in a hot minute.” He felt two fingers press into the side of his pelvis, jolting at the sudden touch. “Who the fuck just poked me?” 

“Dean, I don’t know what the temperature has to do with it, but you’ll find yourself ready to ‘do that again’,” Cas air quoted, sitting up next to Sam. 

“Dean, after that, you’re suddenly concerned because someone poked you?” Y/N giggled, rolling to face him. 

“Wasn’t expecting to get poked, more like the one doing the poking,” Dean winked shamelessy at Y/N and her sex mussed hair and swollen lips. “Damn, Y/N. You look all kinds of fucked out, kitten.” 

“I’ve been fucked a few times today,” she giggled again. “But, we’re going to keep fucking until I’ve had all three of you everywhere. Angel, can you clean us up?”

Dean’s eyes flicked up to Cas as he snapped his fingers. 

“There, baby. Good as new,” she cooed, moving to straddle him. “And, ready to go. Cas’s grace is a godsend.” 

Dean looked down his body at her, his cock fully awake and ready to go. “No recovery period?”

“Nope,” she replied popping the ‘p’, as she started rocking her hips, coating him in her slick. 

“Feels so good,” Dean paused, trying to gather his thoughts when all he wanted to do was fuck Y/N into the mattress. “Shouldn’t we eat first? Fuel up?”

There was a slight rustle of wings. “Pizza?” Cas asked, standing at the small dining table, still naked. 

“Did you seriously just zap out for pizza? Naked?” Sam laughed. 

“I can hide myself from humans, Sam,” Cas dryly reminded him. 

“Pizza then pussy, kitten,” Dean declared, lifting her with him and walking to the table. 

“Food then fucks?” she laughed. 

“Let’s fill our bellies, then we’ll fill you again, babe,” Sam agreed, reaching for a slice. 

“I get the whole shebang tonight, huh?” Y/N asked, looking around at three of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. 

“That’s what she said!” Dean laughed. 

“No! That’s what she did!” Y/N joined him. “She Bang?!” Soon all of them were laughing. 

“You know, Dean, I couldn’t help but notice you were eye fucking the angel while he was fucking me,” Y/N said quietly as they ate their pizza. Sam and Cas were having a conversation so they weren’t paying much attention, she hoped. 

“Y/N,” Dean shook his head. “I don’t...I just, I don’t know.” 

“He’s the one that asked for you to be here. From where I’m sitting, it’s not one sided,” she kissed him and excused herself to the restroom. “Just think about it, baby.”

Dean looked up from his pizza to see a pair of blue eyes locked on his. Maybe Y/N wasn’t wrong. Maybe he could take what he wanted for once. Maybe this was his whole shebang. 

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[mysticthot]

RFA Has A Wet Dream About MC

im sorry. thats all i have to say

obvi nsfw, nothing too explicit, but a little descriptive

Yoosung

You were on top of him, rubbing you hands down his chest, lightly tracing further and further down, but stopping just before the place he wanted you most

He was wriggling under you, moaning under your touch, all but panting

You  leaned forward, kissing him deeply

His hands traced up your bare skin, feeling your each and every curve

He gripped your thighs and felt his whole body shiver when you moaned out his name

You hand went lower...and lower...and he was twitching, aching to be touched when-

His phone was going off. His phone was ringing and waking him up.

Heart pounding from the shock, he rolled onto his side and reached to turn off the alarm before lying back on his side

Takes the boi a few seconds to remember what his dream was about

Sits up straight wide eyed face fiery red

Then he realizes he’s not the only thing sitting straight up (wink wink im sorry)

He’s so embarrassed he cant function

He runs off to take a shower and take care of his problem, but all day he keeps getting flashbacks to his dream

Boi is just sitting in class then he suddenly remembers the way you moaned his name

“Im sOrrY PrOfeSSor CaN I gO To tHE BatHROOM!?”

He feels dirty like he did something wrong by thinking of you that way

Cant look you in the eyes when you come over to his house later that night

Now all he can do is imagine you naked

“Yoosung whats wrong? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“UHHH I’M SORRY MC I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU LAST NIGHT AND YOU WERE NAKED AND WE DID STUFF AND I FEEL SO BAD AND EMBARRASSED I DIDN'T MEAN TO!”

Your just staring at his red face with wide eyes

He’s getting more and more embarrassed by the second

Then you smile

“Baby, if you wanted to go further, you could have just asked...”

rip Yoosung, he died that night and went to heaven

Zen

“Zen~~”

He could hear your sweet voice calling his name, yet he couldn't seem to find you

Your voice was practically singing his name as he walked around some dark room

“There you are, I’ve been waiting for you babe.”

He turned around, and saw you laying in your shared bed, naked, propped up on your elbows

He was on top of you in a instant, rubbing and grabbing your bare skin

He had your hands pinned to the bed his lips attached to your neck

He was thrusting and you were moaning and it was so sweet, but somewhere, his consciousness began to butt in

Shit...this is a dream

He tried he hardest to keep himself asleep in this sweet, sweet dream, but he could feel the sunlight on his face and with a sad frustrated groan he opened his eyes

Your side of the bed was empty and with a pitiful sigh, he rolled over to it to try and smell any of your perfume that remained

You were currently on a trip to visit your family, 

You had been gone for a week and still had another before you would return 

He missed you so bad, this dream was not the first of its kind since you left, this was the longest he had been away from you since... well basically since you had first met

He was not happy

Grabbing his phone off he night stand he smiled at the picture of you and him on the background before calling you

Hopefully you would pick up and be willing to give him some much needed love ;)

Jaehee

She was a mess

A trembling, panting mess

Her head was thrown back, perched on the edge of her desk, hands holding so tightly that her fingers were turning white

And between her legs, was you

Her skirt was pushed up to her hips, and her tights thrown off to the side along with her underwear

You worked your magic between her thighs, and she could feel her self getting closer and closer and-

“Assistant Kang.”

Her head flew up from its resting spot on her desk, scattering a few papers 

In the doorway stood her boss, Jumin

Shit

“There is no point to you staying late if your are simply going to sleep at your desk.”

“I’m sorry Mr Han, I don’t know what happened. I must have dozed off, it wont happen again.”

He turned and walked off, allowing Jaehee to let out the breath she had been holding

God, she had never fallen asleep at her desk before she much have been exhausted, maybe she should grab another cup of coffee-

Her train of thought froze as her dream came back to her

That explains the tingly feeling in her stomach  

Her whole face was red, and the composure she usually held fell apart as she realized with horror what had just happened

She had just had a sex dream about her best friend. In which they had sex on her desk. While she slept at said desk. And her boss had been the one to wake her up.

Maybe her feelings for you weren’t as platonic as she tried to tell herself they were...

Jumin (also known as what i fantasize happened during the time u were at the penthouse lol)

Your hands were tied above your head, attached to the bedposts and keeping you from bringing them down

Your face was flushed, lips trembling and eyes shut tightly as you moaned in pleasure

His chest pressed against yours keeping you pinned to the bed, your legs wrapped around him

He was teasing you, keeping you on the edge as you begged and squirmed under him, watching your every move

“J-Jumin please....I-Im...please Da-”

There was a paw on his face

Elizabeth the 3rd’s paw to be exact

It was squishing his cheek, waking him up and making him realize he had fallen asleep on the couch

In any other time, he would have marveled at the sight of his beloved cats little feet, but now he was more than annoyed at his sleep being interrupted, especially when he was having such a lovely dream

Sitting up he stretched, he hadn’t meant to sleep on the couch, but after putting you to bed, he couldn't sleep due to his thoughts running wild

It seemed that even his subconscious was focused solely on you

He rose up, moving to check on you where you slept in his bed

The light from the hall highlighted you sleeping face, and seeing you in his bed only intensified the feelings he was getting from his dream

Seeing you so vulnerable was making him feel things he had never felt before

An twinge of shame crept into him, a feeling he wasn't used to, and he felt slightly guilty for watching you without your knowledge while having these thoughts

He closed the door, but the small smile on his face didn’t go away

You had given him all of you, your love and trust, even if it was just in a dream

He was determined to make you his, forever

(oh no why did this suddenly turn into the bad end)

707/ Saeyoung

Five words

MC in a cat outfit

All of his dirty dreams feature this theme

Crawling up to him on your hands and knees, cat ears and a tail along with some red matching underwear

You were at his feet, on your knees begging for him purring and laying your head on his legs, tracing up as far as he would allow, but knowing to wait for his permission before going any further

“Saeyoung~ I want to touch you, I want to feel you~ Wont you let me? I’ll do anything?”

“Anything?” He smirked.

“Yes anything!”

“Then perish.”

He woke up giggling to himself, trying but failing to contain his laughter

You groaned, rolling over to face him and ask why he was up

He smiled at you, giving you a little peck on your nose

You looked so cute in the dream, but he preferred the cat costume you used in real life

“Would you do anything for me MC?”

“Go to bed Seven.”

You rolled back over, causing you husband to latch himself to your back

“Awe, c’mon honey, I had that dream again!”

“Oh really? Do you want some love?” You purred at him

“Yes please.”

Your cute loving look disappeared in an instant

“Then perish.”

honestly i dont even know what this ended up being omg im sorry 

[smolpunkblog]

2020/feb/23

I was planning on going my second date with C, instead of dreading the experience, I was shaking with excitement. 

I’ve never felt so excited to see somebody before, and I didn't feel a shred of doubt or anxiety. He was coming around 3, because he had prior commitments. I spent the morning doing my regular chores, before dollin up myself. 

when 3 rolled around, I told him to park into my houses driveway, because my folks weren't home. Currently I want to keep me seeing him a secret- I dont want my parents being unreasonably strict about me being over at a boys house. He came into my house, and funny enough, he spent the next 5 minutes wooing over my dog.

After that, he went to the washroom before finally greeting me with a big grin and bear hug. We both left shortly after, heading to a nearby harbour, we both never have heard or been to it before. We talked a lot or just listened to his Spotify playlist on shuffle. Once we’ve arrived, a lot of the establishment was being forced under construction. 

It wasn't too cold today, but it was windy. Thankfully this time I remembered to bring a pair of gloves. We walked around the deserted harbour and condos in circles while holding hands. Our plan was to go through some trails, but we couldn't find them in sight. We eventually decided to give up and use my phone for clues, while I had my phone pulled out and I leaned to look, he leaned against me, letting our foreheads kiss. 

We eventually found the trail hidden near the entrance, we spent the next couple of hours walking along the trails. Looking back at it, a lot of our conversations dragged along, or we sat in moments of silence. I didn't hate any of it, it just felt like lovely moments enjoying the brisk trail. We eventually realized we were practically lost, the signs never ended up linking to each other, so we eventually cheated out of the forest, running down the hill onto the street. Once we got back into his car, we were starving.

We headed to his favourite burger place, which was ironic considering last date we had burgers too. There I froze with anxiety at ordering, and decided to copy him, he paid. As we ate, it was some awkward silence, sometimes moments like this make me want to beat myself up. I hate it when I cant think of anything. After we ate we sat in his car.

He looked at me with panic, and confessed that he just received a message from a friend that their roommate came positive. And the he was in recent contact with them (not the positive roommate). I could tell he was panicking, but in all honesty, I didn't feel a shred of fear. He described to me how he wasn't in contact with their roommate, and his friends haven't been in contact either. I asked him what he wanted to do, did he want me to go home better, which he replied to no, he wanted me to come over to his. We ended up having a long, reassuring hug. (im sorry if you read this and get upset, you are valid in your anger. It was a selfish decision)

We ended up at his house, I wasn't sure what I was expecting it to be, but the reality settled that im at his house. It also feels weird going into someones house for the first time. He looked at me, and told me that if we go to the front ill be forced to confront his parents- I said that was okay. Usually im not up for meeting new people, but I really wanted to push myself. I went to the front and surely enough his mom was right there. She was pretty. I immediately say hello, and thank her for having me over, he is quick to introduce me. His dad comes in the room shortly, scurring down to the basement (C room) to grab laundry. The family cat follows behind, enticing both me and C into awes. 

After the awkward hellos, I head down into the basement with C. I end up sitting with C at the dining table in the corner of the room. There he leans on me as I look through his Pokemon card collection he laid out for me. He slowly wrapped both of his arms around my arm, it didn't feel too comfortable. I slowly nudged his arm, and guided it to my hips, 

he softly whispers ‘oooh? is this allowed’

I nodded in embarrassment, and then his grasp became more firm.

After looking through his card collection, we both end up behind his couch looking at his bookshelf. He was retelling the books that he's read, while wrapping both arms around me. We ended up shuffling to see his movie collections, this time one of my arms wrapped around his neck. 

After the long time of his rambling (good rambling, im just too nervous to talk). We end up sitting on his bed, the room was open concept so everything was near each other. There he had a pile of clean laundry, we end up folding it together (sock duty). After that, we slowly end up cuddling on his bed, ive never cuddled with someone before. It was very comforting, sweet, and made me incredibly sleepy. A bit awkward because I didn't know what to do with my hands.

After I shifted over to him, because I knew id pass out

he softly wooed ‘ooooh you're turning to me huh?’

I nodded, and we ended up hugging, before he whispered 

‘can I finally kiss you?’

I said yes, and we kiss. I thought it'd be a lot more soft, but he was more passionate than that. Ive never kissed someone seriously before, it was always half asses or just uncomfortable, so these types of kisses were new to me. It felt wet, deep, and fast. I tried my best keeping up with his motions. At one point his hand touches my ass before he asks 

‘am I allowed to touch your butt?’

I said yes, and he eventually continued to fondle my butt lightly. We break from kissing to staring into eachothers eyes, I cant keep the eye contact for long before breaking in embarrassment. I laugh and he hugs my closely, kissing my cheek lightly. 

I keep shuffling around, readjusting my body, in the process his hand sneaks its way under my shirt. 

He quickly yanked his hand away after touching the skin of my back, ‘am I allowed to touch you under your shirt?’

‘No, that's too far’ I said quietly, he nodded and apologized. I wasn't upset with him, because the moment I felt his hand on my skin, I wanted to do more than innocently kissing. 

And that's a bit too intense for a virgin on her second ever date. 

I lean down to him and we get back to kissing, in the moment while trying to grab my waist his hand lands on my boob, 

he yanked it away before apologizing and asking if it was okay (I know he's sly and sneaky)

I said it was okay, after all it was over my bra and shirt. 

He eventually is ontop of me, our legs are intertwined, he has one of his hands glued to my ass. The other is groping my boob while he kisses and stares at me. During this I feel my legs twitching in excitement, and my hips shaking in desperation. He even giggled, and I probed him on it in the moment

he confessed with a bit of a sharp breath, ‘your tits looked amazing on our last date’ 

I was getting pretty turned on. and realizing this, I told him to stop touching my boob. He looked pretty concerned, before I admitted

‘when you touch my boob like that, its really turning me on’ 

He ended up having a shit eating grin, before kissing my cheek all over. I ended up ontop now, leaning down and kissing him lightly before whispering, ‘lets go watch anime now’.

When I got up, I went to the washroom. Lets just say- when I wipped, the toilet paper came out drenched. 

We soon after sat and cuddled while we watched an anime episode, he did end up reciting the turned on thing. I nudged him for that.

I had to head home soon after, because going back at 10 was a bit too much for my mom, even if I did tell her it was my friends. On the drive back it was quiet but peaceful.

He parked a bit away from my house, and we hugged a lot. We planned on meeting each other again after he gets his test results back. 

We then kisses a couple times more before I headed back home. 

I then spent the rest of the night fan grilling to my friends. 

[thatlonelygirl630]

If your still up for taking some prompts? I remember seeing a post about a groundhogs head cannon where if kara dies she relives that same day? Can you include how she discovers it? Kara x reader?

     A/N: Hello Anon! I do remember seeing a post about that some time ago but cant find it. If anyone could link it to me ill gladly put it in. I think its pretty gender neutral but again I write with fem!reader in mind unless told other wise. I wouldn’t call this fluffy but there is a sprinkle of angst.

Trigger warning: Death, Swearing?

       You and Kara Danvers grew up together in Midvale. Well maybe that was a stretch, you went to the same school and lived a street over. You weren’t the type of friends to hang out at each other’s house or go out to the mall, more like friends who you could talk to in a class full of strangers. Kara was always a bit closed off and unsure of herself in high school but she never had problems helping you with your calculus homework and you helping her in History.

     The two of you didn’t even mean to go to college together thus neither of you knew you would be thrust into the same intro to English lecture until the professor took attendance for the first and only time. After that year though Kara had told you about the horror story that was her roommate and you had to laugh at seeing the usually positive ‘give everyone a chance’ Kara complaining about someone for essentially living too loudly.

     So, at the start of the next semester, you both roomed together and some time into your senior year, you started dating. It was like any cheesy romance novel where the two of you went on one too many failed dates before finally realizing you were two blind roommates in love. At graduation you found out she was Kryptonian, it wasn’t like you knew all along or anything but your brain finally put the puzzle pieces together.

     Kara hadn’t told you, no, Kara had just gotten off the phone with her cousin who was exclaiming how proud he was of her all while she played with the silly Superman keychain you had gotten her. It was an odd realization but everything just made more sense. All the times she had played with it before was when the two of you would be watching the news showing Superman fighting with an alien. You always shrugged it off as her not wanting to see someone she clearly views as an idol get ruffed up but to see her do the same with her cousin? Maybe you had always had a sneaking suspicion she wasn’t completely human but now you knew how deep that went.

     Form that day forwards you vowed to wait until she felt comfortable opening herself up like that. Surely just her being here on earth came with a horror story of why she left her home in the first place, a trauma that might still be too fresh even after years.

     To celebrate Kara upgrading her waitressing job at Noonan’s to Cat Grant’s assistant everyone came over to Alex’s apartment. In honor of the celebration, Alex turned over the lease handing her little sister the paperwork making it all set in stone. Kara bounced around in joy naming off all the things she would change and where she would put her stuff. It was an adorable ramble and she was so excited she lifted you up running around a few times. It was something she always did and you thought nothing of it but that’s when you noticed Alex staring at you.

“Do you know?” She had asked you one night after Kara left to go get the food.

“Know what?” You frowned at the completely out of the blue question.

“About Kara.”

“Alex you’re going to have to get more specific here, I’m not a mind reader.” You laughed picking at the bowl of chips.

“Look at me.” You look up and meet her serious expression “Do you know about Kara.” She stated more than asked.

     You resisted the urge to audibly gulp and fidget in place “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said carefully and you could see the way Alex’s eyes widened slightly the way she nodded and leaned back.

“Good answer.” The apartment was left in silence until Kara arrived all smiles and happy rambling.

      It was that conversation that landed you near kidnaped and taken to some kind of interrogation room. A few of what you think are agents, or maybe henchmen, in all-black tactical gear guard the door for what seems like hours until it opens.

“What the hell Alex!” Is the first thing you get out “This is messed up on so many levels.”

“Sorry” Alex smiled gently tilting her chin and you see the man who entered in behind her.

      In the end, he offered you a job, as it turned out Alex didn’t work for the FBI but for the Department of Extra-Normal Operations, DEO. Hank Henshaw wanted you for your computer engineering degree and Alex wanted you to help protect Kara. With the prospect of protecting your girlfriend, you agreed instantly.

     It was hard the lying but after you’re not only physical but mental training it was easier. The DEO taught you methods to pass a polygraph whilst lying straight through your teeth among many other skills. Kara commented on the extra muscle but certainly didn’t complain when you told her you had taken to working out. As far as she knew you had a desk job at the FBI just like Alex.

     On the day Kara agreed to go out to the bar with one of the interns at CatCo Alex was flying out to Geneva to get intel on a case as you flew to Boston your flights were only hours apart. You had been texting Kara periodically as she slowly started to realize the man meant the bar hang out as a date. She used angry emojis when she pieced together the puzzle because you didn’t tell her and “Why did you let me go!”

     You saw it immediately on the small crappy airport TVs displaying the news. Alex’s plane blew an engine right above the city. You watched for a moment in shock. A lot went through your head, finding out if this was some kind of attack, was Alex a target? The plane seemed to be headed for a nosedive in the harbor. Not the best odds but given Alex’s training in underwater situations, you’re sure she could make it out.

     Just as you were about to call Hank the plane leveled out engine still burning and even started to turn in order not to crash into the bridge. Definitely some kind of external intervention going on. By that point, news helicopters got close-ups of the plane settling into the harbor. Just on the plane’s wing, you saw it, well her. You saw Kara.

   It was hard to tell at first. The picture was grainy and at a bad angle. Her being covered in soot and soaking wet didn’t help but as creepy as it may sound that was Kara’s body. That was the way her hair gets when she has just stepped out of the pool or a shower. You had seen it plenty of times. Also, you had just bought her that same sweater just a few weeks ago when she spilled soy sauce all over her other one.

     Abandoning the airport, you got a cab back to Kara’s apartment and nearly ran into Alex at the door “Go back to the DEO.” she whispered “Hank he’s- “

      Before Alex could continue a thump was heard inside. You didn’t need Alex to finish her sentence so you nodded and walked away. This was serious, Kara was always aloud to skate by off the books because she didn’t use her powers or tell anyone her secret. Now that it’s out there, Hank might want to bring her in. It was only after days of arguing between Alex and Hank could reach an agreement. Alex swore Kara wouldn’t expose herself further but blend back into the woodwork like a normal human so Hank agreed to let it slide.

      You were just lucky you didn’t get in on that argument because days later a woman in red and blue started parading around the city in a homemade costume slowly getting more and more professional looking each save. It wasn’t until the finished form of the suit had made its debut did Hank send orders to capture ‘Supergirl���.

      At the time of the capture, you were stuck on a flight home from the delayed mission in Boston and Geneva. When you landed and saw the news you were devastated at how Alex allowed them to do it. Orders or not Kara is family.

“What the hell?” You ask walking in the main room seeing Hank look unpleased at another argument “You used Kryptonite on her? That was unnecessary she wasn’t a threat she was helping people!”

“Supergirl needed to be taught a lesson.” Hank said lowly “It’s standard protocol for aliens who blatantly show their powers on such a platform you know this.” You worked your jaw “if I had let this slide” he whispered lowly “everyone would know who she is.” He looked around to prove his point.

“You didn’t have to use Kryptonite.” You shook your head sighing as you see Supergirl with a look of betrayal firmly planted on her face as she watches from the doorway.

     She didn’t speak for a long moment and you couldn’t hold eye contact “You were in on this too?” You nod taking a deep breath as something between a sigh and a sob left her throat before she clumsily made off in a blur clearly trying to find the way out but not willing to ask.

     Alex came up next to you a minute later letting out a quick breath “Did you see her face?” you mumble still staring at the door she had left out of.

“Yea” Alex nearly whispered accompanied by a sigh in defeat “I’ll go try and talk to her.”

“I’ll follow you, best get the fighting done in one go.” You grabbed your bag that had been dumped on the floor, jet leg all but forgotten as tears stung your eyes.

   Alex beat you there and just nearing her apartment you could hear the screaming match, you sat in the hall listening to Alex give her side then Kara. You mentally prepped yourself for going in next and had almost convinced yourself to just leave when the door opened and Alex stormed out. Kara was all but slamming the door closed when she caught sight of you.

“Were you even on a business trip or was that a lie too.” She asked crossing her arms.

“Would you like to see the plane tickets?” You shuffle through the bag and pull the papers out. Kara hesitantly takes them and gives them a quick once over before looking up at you “Wanna explain why it’s not your name?”

“Cause it’s a cover.” You nearly whisper out grabbing the wallet as well toss it up to her.

     She scoffs looking through it seeing the fake IDs and credit cards “I can’t believe this.” She dropped it on your lap before walking further into the apartment but left the door open. You took the invitation and stood up walking through it keeping your bag by the door.

“How long have you known about me? Did they tell you or- “?

“No Kara I- “You hesitate “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“How long have you known?” She insists.

“Known what?” You try.

“Known I’m an alien” She whispers lowly as if she doesn’t want it announced to the neighbors.

     You pause a second too long “You’re an alien?”

     Kara scoffs “Stop lying!” she rolls her eyes turning away.

“I’m sorry Kar- “.

“Just” she sighs interrupting you “Just please go, I’m really tired.” She muttered out dejectedly.

     Your mouth opens and closes severe times to protest but nothing comes out. Instead, you scoop up your bag and make to leave “For the record, I figured it out myself when we graduated college. I was just waiting for you to feel comfortable enough to tell me.”

     Kara turned slightly to look at you and you could see the mixed emotions swirling in her eyes. For a moment you think she is going to protest you leaving or say anything but after a moment of silence from her, you leave softly shutting the door behind yourself.

     The two of you do not speak for 2 weeks and you are pushing a 3rd when you get a knock on your door. Quickly you get up and go to fetch the food you had ordered but opening the door makes you freeze.

“Did you get a second job?” You try and tease as Kara holds the bags to your favorite takeout place and from the looks of it it’s what you ordered.

“No, I was on my way up when I saw the guy. It’s your favorite place so I just had a lucky guess. Figured I owed you dinner anyway.” She smiled holding out the food to you “I miss you.”

     You take the food bag that is the metaphorical olive branch while also letting her inside “I missed you too.”

     Together, in the following weeks, you try some of that healthy relationship communication and eventually work everything out. Secretly you support Kara in her embracing Supergirl because of the light it puts in her eye. It’s also you who convinces her to join the DEO for her own protection even though you think she half does it for yours’ and Alex’s protection as well.

     Everything was sorting itself out, Kara was over your apartment when you had been looking through the TV stations for something to watch “Groundhog’s day?” She frowned “What is that?”

“You’ve neve- Kara!” You gasped “It’s like a must-see the point is like a classic troupe now.”

     Kara shrugged and you instantly clicked in it watching the last few minutes of some crime show before the movie started. You watched the movie together and you noticed Kara was oddly silent during it, not asking her usual questions or small comments. You took that as her being invested and got up to refill your drinks and grab more snacks.

     By the time the movie ended and the credits filled the screen you looked over at Kara whose entire face was frozen “So what did you think?” At the sound of your voice, she snapped her head to the side staring at you in awe.

“It-it all makes sense now.” She swallows thickly “oh Rao.”

     She tells you all about her first few days on earth, how before any of her powers developed, she had wandered out in the dark to look out at the stars. A drunk driver had hit her and she woke up to repeat the same day. Then another time shortly after where she had been messing around in Jeremiah’s garage lab only to accidentally spill a vile on herself that made her skin glow green. Now she can place it as Kryptonite, but again she woke up repeating the same day over again.

     Immediately you took her to the DEO so you and Alex could run some tests while Kara called her cousin to see if he had experienced anything similar. He hadn’t.

     After a few months and a vile of Superman’s blood later you noticed that his solar cells and Kara’s were slightly different. It was Alex who figured out it was because Clark developed with his cells solar powered while Kara hadn’t. “It altered your DNA in a way Clark’s hasn’t” Alex had explained to her sister “it has to be the reason.” Of course, none of you wanted to test it, the thought of possibly killing Kara was too horrific for either of yours’ or Alex’s inner scientist.

     However, as Supergirl grew more and more popular she attracted more enemies and the more enemies she attracted the more dangerous they became. You found sometimes, after days of tirelessly tracking down the villain of the year, Kara would come into the DEO with a haunted look in her eye. Sometimes she would burst into your apartment at precisely 6am hugging you tightly breaking down in sobs.

     Each time she rejected your efforts to talk about it and each time you gently prodded until she confided that she had died “It’s like, I breathe out and my eyes close.” She closed her eyes letting a few tears fall “And then I wake up in bed all alone.” She eventually admitted to you after a year with the newly discovered power.

     You had moved in the next day because “I never want you to be alone when you wake up.”

      Honestly, you and Kara living together was long overdue, you had never pushed for the same reason she hadn’t. The secrets. The secrets that were now out in the open between you two.

     Kara got really good at hiding it but claimed they were becoming less frequent as her training got better. You believed her and she had stopped waking up every few weeks in tears. You’re sure even if she was good at hiding it, she would still wake with a start.

      When Reign showed up everyone was hyper-aware trying to track her down. You, however, were focused solely on Kara. How bright are her eyes were that morning? Did she have a small bounce in her step? How straight is her posture? Was there a smile on her face? All things that would point to a death day. It didn’t happen until you could feel yourself on the tip of a breakthrough.

     By accident, you had pulled an all-nighter and the rays of the sun were peeking through the windows when a hand grabbed your wrist making you jump. You took in the blue sleeve and looked up seeing a serious Supergirl starring back at you.

    She looks like she is about to deliver the worst news of your life but instead, she smiles softly “You’ve been at it all night, come on let’s go home.”

“Okay just give me one second and- “

“That silly code will be there later” She tabled out of it before you could type another letter “come on baby, let me take you home.”

     Slowly you nod as she picks you up flying you home and tucks you into bed crawling in beside you. The sun is high in the sky when you wake again as Kara asks how your night went. You go into a rant about how Alex and you played around in a lab for the first time in what felt like years and you ended up starting a fire but extinguished it before alarms could go off.

     When you looked over Kara was just staring at you with a soft smile, her face was almost knowingly…. knowingly?! “Kara” You whisper receiving a nod in return “How many times have I told you about the fire in the lab?”

     She smiles impossibly softer now “A few.”

“How many is a few?”

     Kara pauses usually it only takes her 2 maybe 3 attempts to get her day right in the best outcome possible neither of you could tell how many attempts she would get or if there was a limit, you feared she would be stuck in an infinite loop forever reliving her last day “32” she whispers softly.

“32?” You gasp out sitting up “Kara” You reach out placing a hand on her arm “tell me how I can help? How does it happen?”

     A laugh cuts you off “Don’t you think you’ve tried everything already?” She sits up as well “This is just- how it ends for me I guess.” Kara shrugs like it was nothing and not her death.

“No” You shake your head “please tell me how?”

“It won’t work.” Kara shakes her head smiling as if she had already accepted it “I only have another hour alone with you” she smiles stroking your face “Just let me have it?” She leans frowns placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

    After Kara refuses to tell you how she dies, again and again, you decide to try and live this day making every decision the opposite of what you would normally do. To get in the habit you took a different route to the DEO, did your coding at a different computer, used the other floor’s bathroom, and hell even ordered a salad in the cafeteria.

     Brainy was the one who tracked Pestilence and then got a location, so Supergirl and all the other Superheroes flew out to go after her while Alex and Winn stayed back still poisoned. You grabbed your belt ready to chase after them before freezing “Opposite…” You whisper slowly sitting back down in your chair feeling the anxiety running through your veins. You nearly stood back up three times seeing Kara go down but sagged back in relief when Imra got what you needed to make the cure.

     When you administered it to Kara, she blinked back her haze and looked at you “You are alive?”

“Yes,” you nod your head.

“I-every time you show up trying to save me Pestilence kills you.” She paused “Then some way or another I get killed, usually trying to save you.”

“I figured I had to do something I would never usually do.” you smile and Kara breathes out in relief wrapping you in a hug.

     After a long moment, Kara pulls back tears spilling from her eyes “I can’t wait to wake up next to you.” She smiles and from then on you vow to always make it home at night lest you break your next promise.

“I’ll always be there when you wake up.” Surely the ring in your DEO locker would be proof enough of that.

[caroldanversmohawk]

Costume Shopping

Summary: Carol and Natasha go costume shopping. Carol learns what modern day costumes look like.

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Fluff, Exhibitionist (implied)

Posted for @carolnatweek‘s CarolNat Halloween Week, Day 5 prompt: Trick or Treat

Natasha shook her head as Carol weaved through the aisles of the Halloween store. "Look, there's cat ears. You'd look adorable as a kitty." Carol shot Natasha a look over her shoulder as she continued on. And Natasha couldn't help but note that Carol already looked adorable, costume or not. But she was not going to be a cat.

"Oh, look at these!" Carol ran her hand over fake machetes and swords with cheesy liquid blood contained behind clear plastic. Natasha didn't even have to comment before Carol was on to the next thing. "Oh. Weird." They had found the medical section, with doctor and nurse uniforms. Apparently it didn't strike Carol's interest as she sped by it.

Natasha smiled fondly. She has forgotten that Carol hadn't been Halloween shopping in a decade when she suggested they go together. Her girlfriend's usual distracted fascination was even more adorable today. But Nat was also on a mission. To find the sexiest, best costume so she could to show herself off to Carol. "You keep looking, babe. I'm gonna grab a couple things to try on." Natasha realized that Carol wasn't even in the same aisle as her anymore by the time she finished talking. 

"Mmhmm," she heard Carol acknowledge her from the next row over.

Natasha chuckled, leaving her to her devices and browsing for something to accomplish her goals. She ended up grabbing a female Robin Hood and a medieval vampire costume. Taking them into the changing room, she pulled the curtain closed and worked on getting into the first one.

She liked the cut of the vest and hood for the archer costume. It also did a good job showing off all her curves, showing just enough to be sexy but subtle enough that she felt badass still. She was admiring the lacing on the back when Carol popped in without warning.

"Look what I found!" Carol brandished a flimsy, plastic Captain America shield. "We could go as Steve and Tony!" In her other hand was a similarly flimsy Iron Man mask. 

Natasha turned around to face her. Carol's eyes went wide, her goofy grin growing "Oh. I see you already planned to go as a better-looking version of Clint."

Natasha looked back down at her costume, less excited about it now. "Oh. Yeah. It does look like that." She looked back up at Carol. "I am not wearing a mask," she raised her eyebrow at Carol's outstretched hand offering her the Iron Man mask.

Carol's grin didn't falter. She didn't actually expect Nat to be up for her idea. She bounded forward, kissed Natasha on the lips, then left just as quickly as she came in. Natasha rolled her eyes, then got to work trying on the second costume.

The vampire one was more complicated. Fishnets, a super short, leather skirt, and a red trimmed corset. The last bit did a wonder for her already full breasts, pressed up and out, looking two sizes bigger than usual. The red lipstick Natasha was already wearing made for a sinful accent, matching the corset's rose design. Her shoulders were completely bare. It was absolutely perfect.

Carol ripped open the curtain again, Natasha's name on her lips when she faltered, seeing her girlfriend's costume. "Oh," Carol's voice was low, almost a moan. She ripped her eyes from Natasha's body, her cheeks heating up as she finally made eye contact with amused, green eyes. 

"You like it?" Natasha asked coyly, already knowing the answer.

"Wha---what is this?” Carol muttered. “When I was a kid, people threw a bedsheet over themselves and called themselves a ghost." 

"You grew up in the '60s Danvers, not a Charlie Brown movie. There were sexy costumes back then, you were just too young to notice."

"Well...I'm noticing now..." Natasha saw the fire in Carol's eyes. One that she knew too well.

"Carol," Natasha's voice had a warning in it. One that Carol didn't heed.

She was in the small dressing room in an instant, having the decency to pull the curtain shut behind her. After that, she was on Natasha, using her body to press hers into the wall. Her lips instantly found Natasha's red ones, capturing her mouth in a kiss so rough, she smeared her lipstick. Her hands explored the corset, sliding over the ribbing and brushing over Natasha's swelling breasts before grasping them harder, massaging the tops of them as Carol swallowed Natasha's moans. When she pulled back for a breath, and to check that she did indeed succeed in smearing Natasha's perfect applied lipstick, Natasha managed to pant, "So you do like it, then?" With a smirk.

Carol decided that meant she really had to prove to Natasha how she felt about it. She used a little of her inhuman strength to pry open the top of the corset, earning a surprised gasp from Natasha, but Carol replaced her lips back on Nat's before she could reprimand her. Her hands were able to slide under the corset now, palming Natasha's breasts, enjoying the gasps that Carol devoured in their kiss. She pressed her hips against Nat's, thrusting them lightly, showing her what she wished she could do under that short little skirt, if only she had come prepared.

Carol didn't let that stop her though. After one final squeeze of Natasha's nipples under her fingers, she removed her hands from the drooping corset and down to Natasha's hips. She also pulled back from the kiss, both their pants filling the room as she used the hands on Natasha's hips to pull her into each of her thrusts.

Natasha's lips curled up into a little smile. "If I knew you had a thing for vampires, I would've done this--" Carol wanted to take Nat's breath away from her, not hear more of her sass.

So she did what any superpowered girl would do to her girlfriend: Carol lifted her by the hips until Natasha's core was at her mouth. Which may have meant Natasha's head was no longer covered by the curtain giving them privacy. But Carol was too focused on what was in front of her to check. And that wasn't her problem anyway.

She propped Natasha's thighs on her shoulders, using one hand to tear through the fishnet tights, easily dunking under the small bit of fabric pretending to cover Natasha's pussy, running her tongue along her swollen lips. 

Natasha's protests were cut off by a deep groan, her hands digging into Carol's shoulders. Her hips canted forward into Carol's greedy mouth, lapping up all the wetness that had gathered during their kiss. Carol's hands went to press into Natasha's ass, massaging her under her hands and simultaneously pulling her closer to her spearing tongue. Natasha started thrusting her hips to the rhythm Carol has set, and Carol could hear Nat's breathing speeding up. She knew she was close. So she moved her mouth up to suck deep Natasha's swollen clit, teasing it with hard pulls until Natasha was bucking wildly into her. She came with a husky moan, her arms trembling as she held herself up. Carol made sure to clean up each drop before stepping back to lower her back to the ground.

"Guess we're buying this now," Natasha laughed wryly, looking down at the ripped corset and tights.