#she said his smell is still GLUED TO HER SKIN AND CLOTHES

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My friend just told me she met Harry yesterday and that he smelled good and now I’d like to d*e

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Slow Hands

Azriel x Vanserra Oc

Azriel returns from a rough mission very sore. The typical ointments Madja uses aren't helping to relieve the tension, so the healer suggests Azriel goes to see Lyria, a pretty little healer who specializes in massage therapy.

Warnings - NSFW, but nothing is graphic. Accidental orgasm from a service. Some swearing. Unedited. Dearest minors, DNI.

Word count- 2,639

Random author's note - I just believe it should be cannon that the Vanserras give the best massages. They're literally fae heating pads/hot water bottles.

Part Two

Azriel walked beside Rhysand in silence as they made their way to the building Madja had asked Azriel to visit.

The two had not spoken since the incident with Elain, but he could tell Rhys, who had paused hand halfway up to knock on the door, wanted to tell him something.

Rhys cleared his throat. "Do you remember me coming home from the mountain and saying I decided to bring a new friend to Velaris?"

Azriel nodded, refusing to verbally break his silence to his brother, to which Rhys rolled his eyes. "This is her. She is Lucien's sister. Be. Kind. She is doing this for you as a favor to me."

Rhys knocked on the door before winnowing away, leaving Azriel standing there awkwardly. Shock set in as golden light flooded the streets. There, in the doorway, smiling gently was the mirror image of the Lady of Autumn, only shorter.

"You must be Azriel," he stared down at the pretty female, mouth going dry as he tried to figure out how to form words. "Come in. I'm Lyria, by the way." She smiled softly at him and continued walking.

Her home was warm, inviting, and comfortable. It smelled like lavender and something slightly medicinal Azriel could not place. "Rhys doesn't normally have his wings out when we do this." Azriel followed her, admiring her legs and ass in her tight leggings, as she directed him through her home. "Are you able to lay on your back?"

"I am." Azriel was studying her fully as they entered a room with a table centered in it and glass bottles lining a cabinet. Her red hair was pulled into braids and pins with a few pieces falling into loose curls. Her high cheekbones reminded Azriel very much of her mother, and her constellation of freckles lining her nose and cheeks were the only clear sign of her relation to Eris. Her golden sun kissed skin, though, that was Azriel's clear indication of who her father truly was.

All in all, he knew she was beautiful. Truly beautiful, and Azriel felt himself thinking of 100 other things he could do with her besides what Rhysand and Madja describe as a "back rub, but better."

He watched Lyria shift, clearly noting the way he was looking at her. "If you're comfortable, I just need you to take all of your clothing off and lay on that table. We will start with you on your back. Just put the towel where you want it for privacy. I can step out. Let me know when you're ready."

Azriel watched her walk out, eyes glued on her body. Rhys, the tone in his mind was slighly annoyed as he felt familiar claws enter his shields.

Azriel, A laughing purr answered back, Is she to your liking?

You're an asshole. A better warning would have been nice. Azriel slammed him out as he finished removing the leathers and siphons from his body before getting on the heated table. He sighed, shadows slowing down and stilling before opening the door and gently grabbing Lyria.

She moved silently through the room, fae lights dimming as she grabbed a few things. "Rhys said you'd prefer lotion over oil, is that accurate?" Azriel just nodded, a feeling of vulnerability sitting in.

He was naked in the presence of a female related to two males who absolutely hated him. A female who could wield fire as easily as breathing. His only comforts were the sign that she clearly thought nothing of his nakedness, and that his shadows had already told him she had no weapons in her home.

"I'm assuming they explained this to you? And let you know I'd be touching you a lot during this?" Azriel confirmed to her quietly they had. "If anything hurts, or makes you uncomfortable in any way, or you just do not like the way it feels, let me know right away. Is it okay if I start?" Consent. She wanted his consent to touch him. He nodded slowly and felt his shoulders instantly tense as she touched him.

Her hands were warm and so soft. Gently moving along the planes of his tight muscles in slow, long strokes. She was using enough pressure to map out areas of his body that were tighter than others but not being rough enough to hurt him. Azriel groaned as she found a knot near this collarbone. Her hands instantly began working in that area. "Does that feel okay?"

"It feels great." The room was filled with the sounds of water running softly, of animals in a forest. It even smelled like the Illyrian Mountains. The soft scent of magic, her magic, floated in the air as Lyria created an environment the High Lord had told her his spymaster would relax easiest in.

Azriel felt himself giving completely into her hands, melting in her touch, eyes closing. He groaned and moaned occasionally in appreciation and pleasure.

"There we go," she whispered softly. "Just relax. I'll take care of you." He felt his mind drifting as she worked down his arms, his torso, the fronts of his thighs.

Lyria was watching the Shadowsinger's little reactions to figure out where to focus, what areas she needed to work longer, and where the male held the most tension. She was also trying to ignore a growing aspect that had begun to pop up.

She worked her way back up to his shoulders, running her hands below his back, between his wings, causing another moan to leave his throat. This one, though, had her pausing. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she gently ran her hands from the spot they were in and up his neck. "I am so sorry."

Azriel chuckled slightly, eyes opening to look up at her. Her bottom lip had tucked between her teeth. She's nervous, his shadows began whispering to him. She was worried she had hurt him or he was feeling violated. "It's okay. They're sensitive, but that feels amazing."

"I can sto-"

"Please, do not stop."

Lyria nodded, her lip still tucked into her teeth. "You can roll onto your back if you'd like, and are um, able to." It was then that Azriel realized what she meant.

"Please tell me this happens all of the time?" His face was flushed as he threw an arm over it. "You have male clients, this happens all of the time right?"

Lyria was instantly giggling. The noise like soft bells in his ears making him smile and relax. "Of course. Rhys especially. Roll over. I want to use a different lotion on your back." Lyria turned away, grabbing a different glass bottle.

Azriel rolled over taking the time to admire her body again. Thinking of how pretty she'd look tied up in his shadows. She'd look pretty in any position, naked or dressed. He put his head down, trying to focus on relaxing and not his growing need to bend her over the nearest surface.

Lyria moved back to him, warming the lotion she had on her hands, "Are you okay with lotion getting in your hair? You carry a lot of tension here," Azriel shivered as she was near the lowest base of his wings. She was being careful not to touch them, but just the ghosting of her fingers near them was causing his touch starved body to react. It also didn't help that her voice was a siren spell, "through the upper part of your spine and into your scalp. I feel like I can work it all out, but I need to get the tension in your scalp out too, or you'll have headaches all the time."

"You can do whatever you want to me," Azriel felt himself tense back up at the response. He knew he meant it. He knew he'd allow his female to take what she wanted from him without hesitation.

"What a generous offer. You'll have to buy me dinner first." Lyria moved. Starting his massage again at his feet.

"Fuck," Azriel groaned. He heard her chuckle as she worked and he relaxed into her touch once more.

Discomfort hit him again as she began to work up his legs, easing the tension in his thighs. "Is this okay? You are really tight on your legs and hips." Azriel nodded at her question, groaning as she began working out knots in areas he would have never suspected. "Am I hurting you?" Gods no, he thought to himself. "Do you want me to talk to you to distract you?"

"Hearing your voice is making it worse." Azriel bit his lip to hold in a moan as she began to work the other side. "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, smiling slightly. "Not hurting you then. You are fine, Azriel. Just relax. It's just your body reacting. It's normal."

His name rolling off her tongue made Azriel feel like his soul was lit on fire and an ache started in his chest. He began to imagine what she'd sound like with his head between her thighs, his hands squeezing her breasts, her legs wrapped around his waist as he buried himself so deep into her they became one.

Lyria continued her work, ignoring the growing scent of his arousal as the tension in his lower back released. She then made a rookie mistake, leaning across his back to grab her lotion bottle allowing her breasts to run along his body. She said nothing as his wings fluttered and he slightly shivered. She just continued her work.

Azriel was a piece of art, she had decided. His body reminded her of expertly carved marble. Hard muscled cuts from years of training, but they yielded so easily to her touch. Small twitches began to happen as she hit his mid back just below his wings.

Her eyes flicked to where he gripped the soft sheets of the bed as she pulled a heated blanket over his lower half. "Is it too warm?" She knew the scars on his hands all too well, she was hiding her own that danced along her back.

"No, just everything feels really good." His reply was soft, but raspy and deep. She smiled softly as she continued her work, gently going around the lower base of his wings without realizing the stimulation she was causing him.

Azriel was biting his fist under the table as pleasure shot straight to his cock. His body was so relaxed and everything felt intensified. He had been craving touch like this for years now. Soft, gentle, slow. She was taking her time on his back, working out every ounce of tension, every knotted muscle, every single drop of pain he had. His body hadn't felt this good in years, and he hadn't felt relief like this since his last trip to the brothel.

Her hands were heaven on his skin. They were warm and smooth, grazing him with her nails occasionally. She smelled like heaven, too. The soft scent of apples and salted caramel. He could drown in her scent alone if she allowed him to.

He felt the groan slip his throat as she moved to be in front of him and began to work between his wings. "Tell me if you want me to stop. I don't want to hurt you."

Azriel realized slowly he was drowning. This female was about to reduce him to a puddle with the touch of her hands and that alone. He pushed the feeling down. Doing her job, a shadow reminded him.

She worked in silence, noting his soft gasps, whimpers, and moans as she worked the center of his back and sides of both wings. She was finally at the base of his shoulder blades when Azriel's resolve dropped. His hands came to rest on the backs of her thighs, squeezing the plush skin there every so often as she worked the tops of where his wings connected in.

A rough grasp on her thighs as she accidently brushed the ridge of his wing had her gasping slightly, nails digging into his back, making him growl in pleasure. "I'm sorry," she whispered again and tried to back away, only to find herself locked by his large hands.

"That was my fault," he was smirking and pulled her closer. "Please keep going. I'll behave." Lyria bit her lip, her nervous tick he noted, nodding as she went back to work.

She was focusing on working the muscle tension near his wings. She was hoping he'd be able to ignore his pleasure, but as his breathing picked up, his wings twitched, and he moaned for her more, she knew. Lyria knew what was about to happen, but anytime her hands slowed, he gripped her thighs tighter as if begging her to continue.

He was on the edge at this point. He could feel a peak of pleasure within reach as she began working his shoulders and neck. Azriel was trying to hold it in as the pleasure built, but Lyria sealed his fate.

She did a single long stroke, starting between his wings, up his neck, and gently tugged his hair.

It was his undoing as he moaned out loudly, his grip on her thighs moving so he was cupping her ass and digging his fingers into her. His body was slightly shaking, as she scratched his head and played with his hair through his high.

Lyria had her lip between her teeth again. Trying to hide the feminine smile at her ability to bring one of the deadliest males in History to completion with no more than the touch of her hand.

She moved to sit next to Azriel, dropping his right arm over her thighs as she sat next to him, continuing to massage his scalp as he finished coming down, breathing coming back to normal. Once he turned his head to her, she just smiled.

"I know a few places in Autumn you could get help with that problem," she offered gently. "Eris runs a very clean, respectable one. They have males and females. All there by choice because they like to fuck."

Azriel chuckled. "That obvious, huh?" He looked at her. Enjoying the slight flush of her cheeks as her amber eyes met his hazel ones.

"I don't normally have people finish on my table, so we're going to chalk it up to you had a lot of tension to release." She paused, hand still playing with his hair before handing him a towel. "I noticed it building as I was working in your wing bases, but you didn't ask me to stop, and if I tried to, you squeezed my thighs to prevent me from moving. Rhys just said the wings themselves were sensitive. I didn't realize it was that whole area. I am sorry if I've made you feel violated."

He took the towel, cleaning himself and the table as she looked away. He tossed it into her nearby hamper and laid back down. A shadow grabbed her hair and placed it back into his hair.

"He probably did that on purpose. Fucking asshole. I owe you dinner," he finally said. "I'd like to do this again. Hopefully without that happening. I'm hoping that was a one time thing."

Lyria nodded. "We can do the same time next week with dinner beforehand?" He nodded at her, sitting up and studying her face again. "Also, I don't mind if that happens again." She was blushing and tucked her hair behind a delicately pointed ear. "Maybe in different circumstances though."

Azriel smirked, hand reaching to gently pull at her hair, "That could be rearranged."

[vampiree-555]

"Please, I need it." part 2

c.s - drvgdealer

contains: smut , p! in v! , unprotected (wrap it folks) , dom!chris , sub!reader , oral fem!receiving , creampie , fem!reader , angst! , weed , alcohol , partying

part 1

a/n: sorry this took so long babes! im gonna start to make this into a series and will def make more oneshots. please give me suggestions and also let me know if you wanna be in my taglist! i hope yall enjoy! sorry it took so long 🤍

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I watched Chris walk out my apartment, slamming the door behind him, disappearing into the night.

"Don't text me again." repeated in my head constantly. I sat there, completely naked, still trying to comprehend what the hell had just happened. I gathered all my clothes that were sprawled out onto the floor and went to my shower, which I desperately needed.

I laid in my bed for the rest of the night, aimlessly scrolling on my phone, though I was continually puzzled by the earlier events.

I opened my messages and hovered above Chris' contact. He said to not text him again, but should I really listen?

I clicked his contact and typed away at my keyboard.

╰┈➤ texting

y/n : chris wtf was that

I sent the message but it immediately turned green.

"HE BLOCKED ME?" i shot up in my bed and yelled out in udder disbelief.

I opened instagram and searched up his username.

"user not found" now I was getting upset.

The last thing I had was snapchat. I reluctantly clicked on the app and scrolled to his name. Next to it sat a tiny x.

*timeskip*

"He blocked me on everything." I echoed through the phone to my best friend, Kailee.

"Girl that's weird as fuck. He really is gonna fuck you and then dip before letting you finish AND block you on everything? I always had a bad vibe about him." Kailee said in an obnoxious tone.

"I just want to get drunk and go out. Do you think we could go to that new club?" I spoke enthusiastically as I glued on the last of my press on nails to my fingers.

Kailee looked up at the phone with a small smirk and bit her lip. I knew she had been wanting to go for a while but I always shut her down simply because I was tired. Now, I needed a distraction.

"Hell yeah! Get ready and I'll come over in like an hour, then we can uber there!" She said in her usual excited tone.

We said our goodbyes and hung up the phone before I jumped into the shower, quickly shaving and cleaning myself.

I ran to my closet to pick my outfit. I settled on my black, long sleeve, off the shoulder, skin tight shirt and a matching pleated, black mini skirt, that perfectly showed off just enough of my ass.

I set the outfit on my bed and went to my vanity to start on my makeup. I decided to do a more natural look with a smoked out black wing and a brown lip.

Before I knew it, Kailee waltzed into my apartment and barged into my bedroom in her own hot, slutty, outfit.

"I brought pre-game!" she spoke as she pulled out two small shot glasses of Svedka vodka and set them each on the bed, next to my chosen outfit.

i quickly changed into my chosen outfit and added a pair of black platform heels. before Kailee and I left for the club, we both took our own shots of the vodka Kailee brought, both of us making gross faces to the taste.

We got into our uber once it arrived and made our way to the Aether Lounge club.

Flashing neon lights of all colors surrounded me. It was so dark you could barely see any faces in the crowded room. All you heard was that one song, Needed me, by Rihanna. The smell of sweating bodies, weed, and alcohol filled my nose the deeper we went into the crowd. Girls danced the night away as guys desperately tried to dance with the drunken girls though getting shoved away.

Kailee and I made our way to the bar, both ordering vodka redbulls. I took maybe one sip of my drink before I was sucked into the sweaty crowd by my best friend. We both let the alcohol take over our bodies as we became more sloppy with our movements the more we drank.

The lights added a euphoric sensation while it seemed everything moved in slow motion. I was down at least 6 vodka redbulls along with 3 shots of Jameson.

As the night went on I spent most of my time dancing with Kailee just having fun. Suddenly, I felt firm and large hands grab my waist.

They were cold and the fact they had metal rings on made me shiver against their touch. I quickly turned around to see a familiar silhouette standing above me. I followed his body carefully up to his shoulders, then his neck, to his jawline, eventually to those cold and piercing blue eyes.

I felt my heart rate skyrocket as a sly grin showed on his face. Chris.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" he spoke so smoothly. I could smell every ounce of alcohol and weed on his breath as he muttered into my ear.

I escaped from his tight grasp and slipped out the crowd to a more private and secluded part of the club. Chris knowingly, followed me.

I turned to face him with a scowl. I gritted my teeth as I threw my arms up in defeat and confusion.

It had been weeks since the last time we saw each other last and his last words to me were to "never contact him again". So what the hell was he doing here?

"What the fuck are you doing Chris? You told me to never contact you again. Are you following me? What do you want?". I was already angry with him and the fact that I had been drinking was not much help to deescalate the situation.

"I missed you, ma. I saw you dancing and thought I should probably speak to you because of what happened. And no, by the way. I'm not following you. I wanted to apologize for what happened but you have to understand I did it for your own sake." his words came out slurred every now and then and though I was impaired... I could still tell he meant it.

I folded my arms and shook my head as I scoffed at him.

"For my own sake? I'm the only one that can determine what's good and what's bad for me, Chris. You have to right to try and tell me what's good or bad for me." I wanted to scream at him. "You didn't have to block me on everything."

He rolled his eyes and licked his teeth.

"Y/n, last time I told you to not text me again and I didn't block you, you still texted me. So again I did it for your own well being. And when it comes to us... I do have say in what's good or bad for you." he retaliated.

I looked at him with an offended expression.

"Us?" i questioned. "There is no us. You and I are not an item and never have been. What happened last time was a mistake and it never should've happened."

Chris looked almost offended and hurt at my words. Instead he responded in anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me y/n?! You don't understand what's going on. How can you be so goddamn ignorant and oblivious to everything that's happening around you?! I shouldn't even be speaking to you right now but I am because I love you!" his chest rose and fell as he breathed heavily.

I rose my eyebrows and turned my lip up. My mouth fell open as I stared at him. I felt the heat in my chest rise and I just wanted to rip my hair out.

"Y/n. There's bad people out there who want to get to me through you. I had to cut contact with you after the first time to protect you but obviously didn't work. Being a dealer is not a safe job and being with me is too dangerous for both of us."

I just shook my head and began to walk away from him. I grabbed my phone and pulled up Kailee's contact. I told her I was going home early because I was exhausted and didn't feel good.

I walked outside and the fresh, cool air felt amazing against my skin. I closed my eyes to take it in before I felt someone grab my hand. I opened my eyes to face the man I had just been arguing with.

"Chris this is ridiculous. You sound ridiculous." I was cut off by his lips crashing against mine. I once again, did not pull away. I let our lips dance together until the burning sensation to breathe was hurting me.

I swallowed harshly while I looked up at him with my doe eyes. He placed his finger under my chin as he admired my features with his eyes that seemed to have turned soft instead of the cold blue that stabbed daggers into you.

"I called us an uber. It'll be here soon." He spoke so softly that it seemed to soothe me. I hadn't realized how tense I was until just now.

Pretty soon a black car pulled up and I followed Chris to the car. He opened the back door for me and helped me in before following suit.

It was a short ride that I don't remember much of. Only just the fact that Chris kept staring at me though I tried my best to ignore it. I looked out the window but could still feel his eyes watching me and my every move.

We stopped in front of an apartment building. My apartment building. I followed Chris out the vehicle as I thanked the driver.

"Go home y/n." he spoke so softly yet so sternly.

I only stared up at him for a few seconds though it felt like minutes. I was contemplating in my head and weighing out my decisions as I looked deeply into his eyes.

I never saw Chris during the day. It was only at night. If his eyes were still so bright at night, I could only imagine how captivating they were during the day.

"Come inside."

He cocked his head at me and chuckled.

"Y/n... you're drunk." he retaliated.

"Come on. I never finished last time... let's see if you can do it this time." i winked and smirked at him as i spoke. He seemed surprised at my actions though he still agreed. He rolled his eyes and scoffed as he followed me into my apartment.

Before I was even able to set my bag down or take off my painful shoes I was thrown against the wall. Chris held my hips to pin me in that position as he attacked my own lips with his.

Chris pushed his tongue against my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth to give him full access to freely explore my mouth. I moaned softly into his mouth with the passionate kiss.

He removed me from the wall and instead led me to the kitchen where he bent me over the cold countertop, sending shivers across my body.

Chris lifted my short skirt to expose my bare ass. I could sense the sly smirk on his face when he noticed I was not wearing any underwear.

"Who did you plan to fuck tonight, baby?" i heard that stupid ass smile in his voice. i rolled my eyes and groaned.

He slapped my ass that left a burning sensation. "Who do you belong to y/n?" he said in a deep and possessive voice. i gulped before looking back at him. his eyes were dark and angry but still so bright and soft.

"you. i belong to you." he nodded his head and practically ripped off his own pants and underwear.

just as before he entered into me ruthlessly and kept his fast and hard pace.

considering it had weeks since i last had sex i was so not used to his size. i winced in pain but that same pain slowly began turning into pleasure.

Chris tucked his left hand under my jaw and tilted my head up while with his right hand he held tightly onto my hip as he fucked me relentlessly.

i could feel as i got closer to my climax and Chris could tell when my moans and whines got more sloppy. i tightened around him which elicited groans from the man.

with only a few more thrusts from Chris i felt him coat my walls while i coated him with my own liquids.

he flipped me over to face him and he lifted me onto the counter, forcing my legs opened. i held myself up with my right hand while my left went straight to Chris's hair as he knelt down in between my legs.

without warning he inserted his middle and ring finger into me causing loud moans to escape my mouth. he used his tongue to circle around my clit. i gripped tightly onto his brown locks and leaned my head back in pleasure. i removed my hand from underneath me and laid back fully on the counter.

chris wrapped his arms around my thighs to keep me still. my core tightened when he sucked onto my clit and used his tongue to lick my folds.

he removed his mouth from in between my thighs and smirked that stupid smirk. "All clean baby."

i stared up at the ceiling while my chest rose and fell at a fast pace. i heard chris slip back into his own clothes and i quickly sat up on my elbows.

"You're leaving again?" chris tilted his head and softly chuckled. i furrowed my eyebrows at him and felt a heat rise in my chest from anger.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" he widened his eyes in surprise at my sudden outburst.

i jumped off the counter and stood in front of him.

"You cannot just tell me to never text you again and then you randomly come back, fuck me in my kitchen, and then leave!" i felt my eyes start to well up with tears as i glared at the taller in front of me.

he shook his head and gritted his teeth while looking off to the side. "I already told you this y/n. I'm leaving you to protect you."

"Then fucking leave! Do not just come back and make me get attached to you!!" the tears rolled down my cheeks as i continued my yelling. i choked on my own words.

"If you want to protect me then stop coming back!" i could see Chris getting angry too. his nostrils flared and grinded his jaw.

he looked down at me and noticed my red cheeks and tear swollen eyes. i could see guilt fill his eyes. he knew he had gone too far.

"Please listen to me y/n... I'm only leaving because I have to go meet with someone." he paused and took a deep breath before continuing.

"After this job, I'm done. I'll meet with some people and tell them I'm out... okay?" he cuffed my cheek in his hand as he wiped my tears with his thumb. "I promise."

I looked at the man standing over me. I couldn't say anything. i relaxed in his touch.

"Go take a bath, just relax, and I'll be back in about 2 hours." he spoke so softly I could hardly hear him. he placed a sweet and lustrous kiss on my lips before he left my apartment.

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[dawneternal]

The Benevolent | Twelve

☁︎ Eris Vanserra x Dawn Court OC

☁︎ notes: we finally see Eris again!! I know the last few chapters were a lot of lore I hope I didn't lose too many of you with that 😬

also I know I'm not the first person to have the Autumn Court speak Scottish Gaelic I don't claim that idea and also I did my best but I'm sure it's not totally accurate lol

☁︎ warnings: lots of angst, mutual pining, memories of the war. Eris tooootally does not have a size kink

☁︎ word count: 4.7k

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Aya woke, sitting upright in her bed and clutching handfuls of her sweat-soaked blankets. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, dotting her chest and lavender nightgown. Her lungs could not fill fast enough, like pulling herself from the dream world had been something more like swimming back to the surface from the very bottom of the ocean.

In and out, Aya tried to calm herself, focusing on the beams of moonlight stretching through her room and across her lap. The edges of the cobalt sky were tinted lilac, a sign that the sunrise was not too far away.

The world went quiet, her breath steadying, mind stilling once again. Her fingers relaxed, leaving wrinkled fabric behind. Eyes closing, she inhaled deeply. The night air was fresh and sweet.

But the scent of the chrysanthemum oil in her skin mingled with the smell, a reminder of that stupid rhyme, and the lump in her throat was rising again.

With a cry of frustration, Aya tore back the covers and headed for her bathroom, discarding her clothes along the way. She turned on the shower as hot as she could stand and stepped into the stream, wards slipping into place around the perimeter of the room.

And she let herself cry. As loud as she needed. Her knees buckled under the weight of that dream and the things that she had learned, and she found herself kneeling on the tile, arms wrapped around her body. She pulled her wings in tight, not caring if they got drenched and took hours to dry. She needed the embrace of the warm water. Willing herself not to fall apart, she focused on her breathing again.

The dream was supposed to aid in her making a decision, finding a way forward and navigating the bond. Before she had even woken and left the dream, she knew what that decision was going to be. Now, huddled on the floor of her shower in the shade of night just before dawn, Aya held herself together as she drafted a plan.

She would talk to Thesan, and then Edana, pulling strings into place as she went to execute her plan. It would take the last of her strength, but she could do it. It would be worth it, to put her heart back together after seeing it so thoroughly destroyed. After today, she'd never have to see Eris again.

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“She’ll be here soon enough,” Edana's voice interrupted Eris's rumination, “You're fidgeting.”

Eris grunted in response, eyebrows drawing even closer together, if that were possible. His chin rested on his intertwined fingers as he stared at nothing, knee bouncing as he thought. His mother sat opposite him at the garden table, readers perched on the end of her nose as she read through a newspaper.

She seemed perfectly calm and utterly unaffected, and Eris could not understand it. He was a wreck, anxiety pulling him apart thread by thread.

“What if something's wrong?” Eris wondered aloud, not for the first time tonight.

He finally registered Juno nudging at his knee, a chewed-up rubber ball between his teeth. He picked it up, nose wrinkling at the slobber, and threw it to the other side of the courtyard. Juno ran, nearly crashing into Salus who was very busy chasing a butterfly.

“Then she wouldn't have scheduled a time,” Edana said patiently, eyes glued to the paper. But Eris thought it sounded just like something Aya would do - schedule an appointment in the middle of a crisis.

“She said nothing about why she wanted to meet?”

“No, son. I showed you the note.” Edana said, also not for the first time tonight.

She bothered to glance up at him and caught how distracted he truly was. Her lips pursed as she considered saying something about his attachment showing, but the snap of a winnow stopped her.

Aya appeared, Juno and Salus rushing to meet her, nearly knocking her over. She smiled as she knelt to pet them, but Eris's heart sank into his stomach. Purple half moons darkened her under eyes, no glitter in her sunrise irises. She wore none of her usual jewelry, no elaborate braid with charms and curls. This Aya looked tired. More than tired.

"Lady Edana," She bowed in greeting, that same polite formality she insisted upon despite their protests, "Eris."

She did not meet his gaze and it made his chest tighten. Something was wrong.

"Please sit, Aya," Edana said, her tone the same one she had used when her boys were sick and needed soothing. It did something to Eris's heart, something bitter and sweet and strange.

"I hope all is well," She continued as Aya sat. They had remembered a stool for her, knowing she would be too polite to say anything, cramming her wings into a chair instead.

"Oh, everything is fine," Aya said, her voice a note too high. Eris did not risk exchanging a glance with his mother, but he could sense her energy shift across the table, "I just had something I wanted to discuss with you."

Eris’s mind rushed to all the ways that Beron could have found her out, every way he could have threatened her already. If he had somehow sunk his wretched claws into her-

"I got a job offer," A hollow smile spread across Aya's face, "In the Summer Court. And I wanted to ask your permission to take it. I will honor our bargain, of course. I can still winnow to you whenever you need it.”

Eris's heart skipped a beat. His mother looked as surprised as he did, her eyes wide behind her readers. It was a moment before either of them said anything, and he watched Aya shrink in her chair as she waited, eyes darting and wings fidgeting. It almost looked like guilt, causing him to wonder if she might be lying. If there was really a job in the summer court.

"Of course," Edana said finally, and Eris admired the way her tone had not changed at all, "Neither of us would dream of stopping you from finishing your training.”

Eris knew he would have said the same thing. But the word traitor still prattled around in his mind, fingers twitching with unspent energy.

"Thank you," Aya said, and there was a note of pain in it, "I am grateful for everything you've done for me.”

This sounded too much like a goodbye to Eris, and it was only winding him up further.

"Aya," Edana said softly. She slid her glasses from her nose and set them gently on the table before leaning in, "You would tell us if something happened, right? If Beron had...complicated the situation?"

"Of course," Aya frowned, "It's nothing like that.”

But her eyes had dropped, moving over the iron filigree of the table. Juno, who had not left the healer’s side since her arrival, nudged at her knee. His ball lay somewhere else, forgotten.

“Good," Edana leaned back, but she did not look convinced.

Eris knew he had not said anything yet. His mother noticed, pursing her lips as she looked between him and Aya. He was trying to gather his thoughts, to reel in the emotions running rampant in his mind. Edana raised her eyebrows at him, prompting.

Eris clenched his jaw, and a silence settled in the courtyard. Edana tilted her head, something flickering in her brown eyes. Aya chewed her lip, letting her gaze fall to the hound settled between her knees as the pair conversed with seemingly only their eyebrows.

Eris cleared his throat. Edana rolled her eyes and sighed.

“It seems I have forgotten a very important task,” She said, voice dripping with sarcasm as she stood from her chair, “I will be in my sitting room. Please say goodbye before you leave, Aya.”

She gathered her papers and disappeared into the house, closing the glass doors behind her. It was another long moment before Eris said anything. All of the words he had thought of left his mind as soon as they were alone. As soon as he noticed that, even with his mother gone, Aya had still not looked at him. She was focused on Juno, her thumbs rubbing circles into his smoke-colored fur.

If it was not Beron, and there was no seemingly no problem between her and Edana, then it had to be him. He thought back to the battlefield, of tearing off his gauntlets just to feel her face in his hands. And he swept a mask of neutrality over his features to hide the embarrassment he felt over such a blatant display of attachment.

“Aya,” He said softly, when the quiet had become too much.

Aya straightened, and he caught her almost imperceptible wince. She was in pain. That was a start to unraveling her mood.

“You're not well,” He said softly, watching Juno nudge her again, staring up at her with big, glittering eyes. Juno could sense her pain, too.

“I haven't been sleeping well,” She said, almost whispered, “It's caused a bit of a pain flare.”

What a lovely liar she was.

“I can help,” He said, holding his hands out like an offering. If only she'd just look at him. “Fire in my blood, and whatnot.”

Aya hesitated. She had come here to establish some distance between them. To get Edana's permission for work in another court and to say a silent goodbye to Eris before she cleaved herself apart from him, building whatever walls she needed to around the bond to keep him away.

But she wanted it. His touch and his help and any semblance of affection he would give her. So she would let him, as long as it was the last time.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes to meet his for the first time today. And immediately, she wished she hadn't. It was like the bond made everything about him brighter, his eyes like molten amber even in the evening light of the garden. She melted under their heat, her body moving against her will to stand closer to him. The hound followed her, flanking her side like he had designated himself her guardian.

"May I?" He whispered, forcing his breathing to steady in her presence. There was something about seeing her like this, tired and dressed down, that made his heart jump into this throat. Like it reminded him that she was not a goddess, after all. Close enough to see the sheer skin under her eyes, the veins in her neck, the beauty mark dotting her lip…like this, she seemed so fragile.

She nodded again, and he wrapped his arms around her, splaying his hands across her back. Warmth emanated from his touch immediately, pouring heat into her aching spine. She closed her eyes and let out a long, shaky breath.

Eris nudged her closer until she stood between his knees, as she had done in the healer's tent. Aya let her head fall forward to rest against his shoulder, basking in the comfort of his warmth.

Letting her wings relax, they sagged and tucked in close against her body, trapping his hands against her skin. His hands moved in a rhythm, fingertips circling over her skin, brushing against raised and puffy scars. He was trying not to think about how soft and silky her wings felt, how wide his hands spanned across her small form. How easily he could grip her waist.

Eris was in denial. He ignored all thoughts of the line he was crossing, ignored the fact that there was no other friend that he would hold this way. There was no coming back from this. It was not something he could play off as the adrenaline of battle.

If he was truly supposed to resist, then the Mother was a cruel temptress, placing such a beautiful thing within arms reach and expecting him to keep his hands to himself. He did his best to avoid the base of her wings but once or twice his fingertips brushed the downy feathers there and he suppressed a shudder.

Aya, on the other hand, was far too aware of what this all meant. She felt every single thing that was currently being destroyed within her and rebuilt with Eris at the center. She was steadily heading toward implosion, holding onto reality by the golden thread that linked them together. Utterly paralyzed by his affection.

"Aya," He said, his voice vibrating into her at every place they connected.

He was certain she could hear how loudly his heart was beating, but there was nothing he could do about that now. He also ignored Juno and Salus’ whining, apparently betrayed and very left out of the cuddling.

"Hm?" She mumbled, muffled against his tunic.

"Will you let me apologize, now?"

"For what?"

"For the way I spoke to you at the High Lord's meeting."

A pause. She stood up straight, eyes cast downwards once more as her fingers fiddled with the hem of her cropped shirt.

"I'm sorry," He said, moving one hand from her back to lift her chin, encouraging her to meet his eyes. Unable to bear her avoiding him again. "I didn't expect to see you there, and I was worried. I shouldn't have snapped."

"Why so worried?" Aya furrowed her brows. Her frustration over how easily he touched her poured into her tone. "I do mean it when I say I can take care of myself.”

"You saw…everything that happened with Azriel?" He asked, gaze flickering away for a moment. Aya nodded and he went on, “He was trying to rattle me, when he whispered in my ear. He wanted the upper hand.”

“He threatened you?” Aya whispered, swallowing the pang of protectiveness that rose in her throat.

"He threatened you," Eris said, flames igniting in his eyes.

"What did he say?"

"It doesn't matter now," Eris said, his voice tight. He tugged a hand through his hair and sighed.

I still have nightmares about it, the words were on the tip of his tongue.

"How did he know that you knew me?"

"His shadows tell him things," Eris rolled his eyes, "It would be impressive if it wasn't so damn annoying."

"Why would he threaten me to get to you?"

Eris pursed his lips, something crossing his expression that she couldn't read.

"He doesn't like me," Eris said finally. “He'd do whatever he could to get to me.”

Aya looked down at her feet. “Because of the Morrigan?”

Eris took too long to answer. She looked up at him again. And regretted it, again. Through all of the wounds that she had healed for him, she had never seen such pain on his face. Yet in an instant, it was gone again. She took a step back, and he let her. His hands fell limp as she stepped out of his reach.

“That bothered you?” He asked, memories surfacing of the Morrigan’s face. Stunned, like he'd reached out and struck her. His gaze flickered down to where Aya's hand had absentmindedly reached to clutch at her own stomach at the memory of Mor’s horrific story.

Aya didn't answer, searching his eyes as she chewed her lip. She blinked in surprise when another band of color joined the ones already in place around the courtyard. Another ward.

“I have an alliance with the Night Court,” He said quietly, slowly. And she was all too aware of the value of those words. The treasure he had just placed in her hands. “And my father cannot know. The last he knew, I had not seen her in centuries.”

Aya nodded. That was something she had suspected, but not dared to ask out loud. Not even to Thesan, because she knew that he would not be able to ignore the implications of two courts choosing to ally with each other. There was more, she knew, but Eris was shaking his head, as if to rid the subject from his mind.

Curious and a little too eager, Eris’s head tilted to the side as he asked, “What this?”

He reached for the raven black feather growing among the tones of bronze and gold, stopping just before he made contact. His brows furrowed in concern, wondering if it was some sign of illness. It definitely had not been there before.

“A mourning feather,” Aya whispered, “It's been enchanted to grow in black.”

The question in his eyes was heavy, and if it was anyone but Eris she would not have indulged them.

“There was a soldier I couldn't save in the war,” She went on, eyes focused on something beyond Eris's silhouette, “It's for him. For his family. He asked me to tell them he was sorry.”

Eris was about to say something else, sympathetic words on the tip of his tongue, when he caught something that filled his gut with dread.

“And what is this?” He asked, swallowing hard to keep the disdain from dripping into his tone.

He ran his pointer finger along the new tattoo on her forearm, a band of stars and swirls that he knew all too well. How many places had she been since he last saw her? He looked her over, all of the changes, and his chest tightened. It was like a different shade of Aya. How much more would she change if she went to the Summer Court? Was there even anything he could do to stop her?

Aya watched him, forearm tingling where he'd touched her tattoo. She pursed her lips, suspecting that she did not really need to tell him the answer. Something in her reeled at the possessiveness radiating off of him in waves. And another part of her devoured it, hungry to be claimed as his.

“You made a deal with Rhysand?” He asked, so many things swimming in his eyes. Fear and anger and…awe?

“Yes,” She said, breathing in deep, preparing for him to ask. Wondering if she was ready for him to know. The subject of her powers had not come up yet, and that conversation had not been a part of her plan for this night.

“And I suppose they've swayed you to their side,” Eris spat, the sudden change in tone nearly making her jump. He slumped back in his chair as if he'd been defeated.

“What?” Aya frowned, “What does that mean?”

“They hate me,” He said, petulantly, “And they want you to hate me too.”

“They didn't say anything about you,” Aya said. If she did not had such heavy things on her mind, she may have laughed, always entertained by his flair for the dramatic.

Eris was quiet, cheeks pink beneath his freckles and Aya’s smile faltered. And that was all the heir needed to return to himself again. The desire to fix that somber expression.

“Tell me what bothers you,” He said. And when she didn't answer, he hooked a finger around her wrist and pulled her in closer, spreading his knees apart to make room. If he had his way, he’d pull her down and sit her on his knee, saying something stupid to make her laugh. His apology for acting like a child.

“Tell me,” He said instead, eyes boring into hers.

“At the High Lord's meeting.…I think it surprised me how differently you talk to other people. You don't talk to other people like you talk to me."

"What do you mean?" He asked. But he knew what she meant. He had hoped no one had noticed how differently he treated her. Besides his nosey mother.

"You're not very nice, sometimes."

He made a sound like a cough, but Aya recognized it as a swallowed laugh. That was, perhaps, the most kind and gentle way that anyone had ever called him a cunt. There was amusement in his voice as he spoke, next.

"Words are a game like everything else."

"But it was real hurt in her eyes." Back to the Morrigan, then.

Aya pulled back and looked at him. Now his smile had faded, that amusement gone.

“Yes, it was," He said, solemn eyes glowing, "I hate to say it, but it was a casualty of the war we are in."

She pursed her lips, eyes searching his as she hesitated.

"Say it," He said softly.

"You let yourself become the thing they think you are."

"You think that I am something better than I am." His smile was sad.

How could she tell him that he was wrong? She saw every thread of goodness he was composed of, the same amount as anyone else and maybe more.

"You are good," She said, and she watched his face change as he realized that she meant it – believed it.

It was like her words were an arrow that struck something vital in him. The space between his eyebrows creased, eyes gleaming with something deep and sorrowful. She was worried she had upset him until his hands reached around her once again and pulled her in toward him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and allowed herself to be tucked in against him, willing every good thing she believed about him to make its way into his heart.

They stayed that way for a long time. For too long. Basking in his warmth, enveloped in his whisky and brown sugar scent, her mind had almost melted, forgetting the reason she had come here. She opened her eyes, catching a stray feather come loose from her wing in the soft breeze and fall softly to the ground.

All of the air was knocked out of her lungs as the feather reminded her of her dream. Pushing through those ornate doors, into a library made of dark wood and gilded by Autumn sunshine. An empty library, rows and rows of empty shelves.

She knew what was supposed to be there. This was the room where the evidence of their bond was kept. A catalog of all the moments they had shared, a place for all of the possibilities. The story of their connection. And there had been nothing. Nothing but a single feather, resting lonely on an otherwise empty shelf.

Aya scrambled to push away, untangling her limbs from his. What was he doing, holding her like this? He didn't love her, she had seen the evidence with her own eyes.

She couldn't bring herself to look at him again, though she could feel his wondering gaze glued to her. She couldn't let him do this to her, she had to go. She had to remember her plan, her goodbye.

Even in her anger at being so easily manipulated, guilt colored her cheeks red as she wondered if he'd caught her bluff, that there was no job in the Summer Court. Not yet. Thesan was taking care of that now, charming Tarquin and calling in an imaginary favor that the High Lord's father had owed him. It didn't matter if Thesan agreed with her decision or not, he'd taken one look at her and knew he'd do whatever she'd asked of him. And what Aya needed was for the heartache to end.

“I have to go,” She said quietly, silently cursing the bond for making her whole body ache with the desire not to go. She'd said he was welcome to call again if he needed it, but they both knew he wouldn't do that.

If that library had just had a few more things in it, just a little more evidence that maybe he might care for her, maybe she would have stayed. Maybe she would have fought. But she had woken up from that dream and knew – there was one thing she would never do. She would not try to convince him to love her.

Eris could practically see her slipping through his fingers, her gaze growing distant, shoulders locking up again. Frustration and longing filled his veins, fingers curling into fists in his lap. But if this is what she wanted….

Even if it made his stomach sick, thinking of her running away to the Summer Court and cozying up to Tarquin. Images of him leading her away at that party after the High Lord's meeting, starry-eyed and smitten, floated through his mind. Maybe he'd been overstepping this whole time. Maybe he was right, and he’d already lost her to the Night Court, anyways. Who knows what they told her about him.

Eris stood, spiraling, watching her long lashes brush her cheeks as she stared down at her feet. He swallowed hard, attempting to pull himself together for her sake. Juno and Salus sensed the change, rousing themselves, stretching and making their way to Aya's side again.

“I hope you get some better sleep,” He said. The words felt too light, too casual. He cleared his throat and added, “Edana used to give us an old blessing when had bad dreams.”

Aya dared to look back up at him, determined to memorize every freckle, every fleck of amber in his irises. She opened her mouth to say something, but Eris stopped her. He brought his hands to hold her face gently, like he'd done before. For one terrible moment, she thought he might kiss her. Eyes glued to his lips, her heart hammered against her ribcage.

“Gun sgrìobh am màthair aislingean nas binne dhut a-nochd.” He said the words easily. Then he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Aya was falling apart. Her hands landed on his chest and pushed. She could not handle another moment of this tenderness, this hollow affection. She took a step back, eyes wild and lips parted, as she tried to conjure any of the words she'd planned to say.

“I-” she stammered, stumbling backwards, nearly tripping over Juno as he tried to steady her. “I wish you well, Eris.”

Her voice was a croak. She took another step back, away from Juno, and winnowed out of the courtyard.

Eris stared at the place where she had been, the pair of hounds circling the now empty spot, barking and lamenting their loss. And his knees gave out beneath him, leaving him crouched on the stone patio, head clutched in his hands.

“You used my childhood blessing as a pick up line?” Edana's voice drifted to him. She leaned against the doorway, watching the display of grief happening in her courtyard.

“Now is not the time for jokes, mother,” Eris growled.

Edana shook her head and joined Eris on the patio, gently pushing away the nosey hounds. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into her side.

“Oh, Eris,” She sighed.

It was terrible luck that Aya had chosen to conjure the bond in her dreams that night. If she were to do it again now, things would be very different.

As Eris sat there, overwhelmed and paralyzed by the fact that he may have just lost her, his mind reeled. Going over every moment they had spent together. Every moment she had showed him how incredible she was and he had done nothing. Everything he should have said and done differently. He should have held on tight from the very moment he met her, and never let go. He should have made her his. He cursed himself for waiting for something as stupid as a mate, when Aya had been there all along.

And in some cruel and ironic show from the universe, Aya would find that room would not be empty anymore, that room of possibilities. It was teeming now, with every little thing that made Eris realize he loved her.

At some point, Edana left, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and leaving him alone with his racing thoughts and icy fingers.

It would not be a goodbye, Eris determined. He would not let it be. He would see her again, he would make sure of it. And in the meantime, he'd become worthy of her. He'd fix whatever it was that scared her away, whatever was making her run away from him. Even if that meant punching Tarquin in his perfect teeth and taking her back from the Summer Court.

He'd be better, kinder, smarter. He'd keep his brothers in check, he’d start less fights, he'd even swear off his evening whiskey and throw out his cigars. And finally, he decided, he would get serious about erasing his father from this court.

Because if he was going to do it, make Aya his and bring her home, he had to make it better. He would make it the greatest gift he'd ever give her.

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Brownie points if you remember where the single feather comes from

How mean would I be if I ended the story here?? JK I won't I promise 🤭

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Shrink | P3 - DTF

Avenger! Loki x Therapist! Reader

18+ | same warnings, adult themes etc

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Despite having taken leave from work, you decided to spend the time away logging transcripts and occasionally doing a couple of online consultations. When you had spoken to Loki, which was a quick exchange considering you weren’t charging by the hour and he was on his way to workout, he said that there had been no news on the bullet meaning you had to stay put. Usually you’d like the respite from work but this time was different, you felt strange especially being around Loki who looked ridiculously sexy heading for the gym. You knew it was wrong, awful even but you couldn’t help but watch him walk away. A perfect sight.

A couple of hours later, the image of Loki’s behind well and truly gone, you decided to finish up with work and take a walk. You felt like you were going crazy trapped in the four walls especially without Natasha who was still away. Opening the door, you turned to walk down the hallway, eyes widening as you paused, taking in the sight of Loki walking towards you. His clothes were clinging to him, a thin sheen of sweat coating his skin, gluing the stray hairs escaping from what you could only assume was his ponytail to his forehead. He looked as if he was walking in slow motion, he had to have been. You almost fell to the floor, legs threatening to give way beneath you as he lifted his top, the short dark hairs of his happy trail leaving you swallowing thickly as you followed the path down to his—

“Where are you off to doctor?”

Loki’s voice snapped you from your thoughts as you quickly turned your attention to his face, his top falling and covering the avenue to heaven.

“Just a walk.” You answered, voice high pitch.

“Outside? Allow me to join you, it may not be safe.” Loki insisted, the salty smell of his sweat mixed with his lingering cologne hitting your nostrils.

“It’s fine, I’ll just—just stay inside.” You tried to smile, turning away from him and continuing your journey down the hallway.

“What a peculiar woman.” Loki smiled to himself, turning to watch you walk away, smile falling when he realised that his eyes had dipped to the curve of your ass where they guiltily remained until he forced himself to look away.

Once you returned, sneaking some food out of the kitchen on the way back, you ate before showering and settling into bed where you tossed and turned, unable to sleep. There were techniques for this, ways to try and get to sleep, things you had told your clients to do however they weren’t working. You counted back from ten, you counted back from a hundred, you counted sheep, you even read an article on your phone but nothing could get you to sleep, not when the images of Loki from earlier on began creeping into your head. Laying back against the bed, you knew it was time to try something else, something that’d surely put you to sleep whilst putting the images of Loki to good use before you’d burn them from your mind of course.

Meanwhile, Loki had met up with Thor in his room after being told to meet him there.

“Good news” Thor began, Loki nodding him on to continue “Jane has arranged a date for you with her friend.”

“Who?”

“Darcy” Thor grinned, reading the message on his phone “she also said that Darcy is DTF. DTF, what does that mean?” Thor questioned, narrowing his gaze at the message. “Do you think it’s good?”

“It sounds bad Thor, really bad.” Loki gulped.

“Okay, let’s not panic, maybe it’s—it’s” Thor tried to quickly think “doing the fandango?”

“The Spanish dance?

“Yes.” Thor clapped.

“Now why would she be doing that?” Loki huffed, unconvinced.

“To attract you, like a mating dance.” Thor nodded.

“Darcy is doing the fandango to attract me?” Loki entreated.

“Yes.” Thor insisted, calming his nerves.

“Well, that-that’s rather erotic isn’t it.” Loki spoke, trying to bite down his smile.

“Mmhmm.” Thor hummed along. “Hello siri, what does DTF mean?” Thor asked, wanting to confirm, confusion evading him when siri answered with DTF is an abbreviated term for The Daily Telegraph causing Loki to knit his brows together. “Siri doesn’t know what he’s talking about, I’ll google it.” Thor spoke confidently, wanting to reassure Loki as he googled the question eyes widening at the answer.

“What does it mean?” Loki asked, noticing Thor pale “Thor?”

“That she—she’s down—she’s down to f- to fun.” Thor lied.

“To fun?”

“Yes.”

“Right well I better go and share the good news then.” Loki decided.

“With who?”

“Doctor y/l/n.” Loki replied.

“Shouldn’t you wait until your next appointment?” Thor queried.

“No, she won’t mind, we talk out of appointments now” Loki dismissed “we’re friends Thor, friends talk okay” he defended “norns, must you always interrogate me?” He huffed, storming out of Thor’s room leaving him confused by Loki’s outburst.

You were close, so close that you could practically taste the finish line, you were almost immersed in sleep, you just needed a little more time, a little more pleasure, more thoughts, more movement. Your hips bucked as you remembered how it felt having Loki between your legs, albeit to save you from a bullet but between them nonetheless. You felt his weight above you, his strong arms shielding you, his soothing voice reassuring you. It was unethical, morally wrong and all the more delightful as you took merriment from the forbidden. It was true, we always want that which we can’t have. Just as you were about to climax, you heard the door knock which caused the building pleasure to dissipate. You should have just pretended that you were asleep but instead you answered it, opening the door ajar.

“Doctor y/l/n.” Loki greeted.

“Loki?”

“I—” he began before his nose twitched leaving you narrowing your gaze suspiciously at the action “can you smell that?” He asked, the simple question leaving you blanching; there was no way.

“W-what? I can’t smell anything.” You tried to sway him.

“There’s a strange sweetness to the air, wouldn’t you agree?” He potentially smirked, your guilty mind playing tricks on you.

“There is not.” You insisted.

“Nevermind” Loki moved on “I’ve got a date, a proper date so hopefully I’ll be all better soon.” He smiled. “She’s even down to fun.”

“There’s more to it than—” you began before he interrupted.

“Goodnight Doctor.” He quickly cut in.

“Y/n’s fine.” You said behind the door, closing it.

Making your way back to bed, you knew it was going to once again be hard to find sleep.

“What does down to fun mean?” You questioned yourself.

Loki looking at Darcy when she’s naked. This,this isn’t fun? 🤣🤣 you said you were down to fun. I WANTED FUN!

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And just when I thought Chris and Jade can't get any worse 💀 My soff MC is gonna need so much emotional supp.

Also, I saw the NSFW asks you answered and it got me wondering 👀

WARNING: Contains sexual details

So imagine, in rela stage, the ROs told MC they'll be coming home from (trip, work trip, something overseas-related, etc) at a certain date...But sadly, it got delayed! That's fine, of course, right?

Nupe - because MC and RO hasn't gotten laid in weeks and so MC has no choice but to 'cheat' on them...with their sex toy!

But in the midst of MC masturbating while wearing their RO's shirt/top (or even sniffing it while masturbating), turns out, RO came early to surprise MC! Which led to them witnessing MC squealing out their name just as MC reach their orgasm, still unsatisfied because of how much they miss RO and need them so badly.

How would the ROs react? 👀

So since my quandary of when NSFW hour is, this is definitely a 6:09 post <3. Below the cut (it's very long, I couldn't help it!)

❤️ Cam - He drops the camera equipment on the floor, closing the door with his foot behind him. He looks around the apartment, noticing all lights are off, except the bedroom light.

He begins making his way through the hall and quickly opens the door, though who is surprised more is hard to tell.

As his name escapes your lips, your body shakes as it is overcome by your orgasm. That's when you two lock eyes. The grin that overcomes his face is more devilish than you've seen Ardent give the neighbor down the hall.

"Cam! I..you came?" Your voice is hoarse as you pull down the shirt you were wearing, Cam's of course. The toy that had brought on your orgasm, tossed to the floor in your attempt of hiding what you were doing.

"If anyone came here babe, I think it was you." He looks at the toy on the ground and then at you. "My favorite shirt looks better on you though. "

You watch as he begins pulling off his shirt, next his jeans and boxers.

"It's not what it looks like you know." It's very much what it looks like, and even you can't deny that it wasn't enough, that the longing you've experienced these past few weeks have been unbearable.

"You know I used to think about catching you like this. About hearing you say my name."

The smile he gives you is loving, as he bends over to kiss you. The first kiss in weeks, and it's needy. "I've missed you."

"Prove it." you challenge, brushing the messy red hair out of his two-toned eyes. It's going to be a long night.

💙 G - They had been gone to some work conference for several weeks, while you're nightly talks have been good and well. The need inside you can't handle it anymore.

You're wrapped in their white jacket from work, the smell of them clings to it like it does to the pillows. You find comfort in it, since you can't find it in their arms. They said it would be several days before they can get home.

So imagine your surprise, as you moan their name as you climax when the door opens and you're met with a quirked brow.

You sit up, placing the toy to the side, as if it was simply there this entire time.

"What're you doing? Don't stop." They whisper, and the way their breathing gets deeper and they lick their lips, you know they want to see just as badly as you do.

I forgot they liked this.

You meet their gaze, pulling off the jacket slowly as you spread your legs, giving them the best view.

You grin as you hear them gasp, clinching their hands.

"A show for a show." you tease, and they nod walking over to you to, letting you help pull of their clothes.

💚 Kara - "Fuck, Kara!" the words have barely left your mouth when the apartment door opens and she sees you on the couch.

Her eyes were glued to you, to the toy between your legs and the sheen of sweat on your skin. You flush under her gaze, you know how Kara gets when you do something without her, at least without her permission.

"Sweet thing, I was barely gone a week and you couldn't last?" It's as much a joke as it is a threat.

You gulp, the presence Kara has when she is in her dom mode does little to calm your nerves. In fact, it sets them on fire. Because only one person is allowed to make your back arch when you orgasm is her, not the toy she likes to use on you.

"Now what will I ever do with you." the smirk on her lip shouldn't work for her, but it does. The way her eyes trail your naked skin.

"Kara, I was ju."

She quiet's you with a kiss, her tongue sliding along your lips before parting them to graze against your own. Her hands clinging to every curve of your body as if she is trying to remember the shape, the taste.

💛 M - "Holy shit..holy shit. Fuck, I'm sorry I should have knocked. I didn't I just. I mean it's our apartment so why should I. Oh my god that's hot." if M's face gets any redder, you might have to seriously be concerned for their health. They fidget turning away and then back unsure of what they should do, what they can do.

"Hey, it's okay I just. I missed you so I, well." It's all you can say as you try to fight the laugh bubbling up your throat.

The awkwardness shouldn't be as enjoyable as it is, but knowing how flustered they get makes you want to tease them worse.

You stand, letting the sweater you had been wearing slide down your frame. This freezes them in their spot. The gulp you hear sounds painful, and their shaking makes this all the more fun.

"I thought you liked toys?" you tease, as you let your arms wrap around them trailing up their back slowly.

You can feel them nod, feel their body tense. "I just, I wasn't expecting it. I mean this only happens in por.."

They stutter slightly, not finishing their sentence as you drop to your knees. Undoing the button on their pants. "Do you want to use them on me?"

They can't meet your gaze, but the whimper and nod they give is all the confirmation you need.

💜 Isaac - It's been several minutes since they caught you. You're not sure if you should feel curious, anxious, or all of the above? They still haven't said anything, instead, they've been looking for something in the closet.

"Can you please say something?" you yell, making a move to get off the bed.

As you raise to get up they walk back in, motioning you to sit down. "I was looking for this." They hold up a silk scarf, rubbing it between their hands.

"For?" you tilt your head.

"You silly." Isaac winks at you as they sit on the bed, it dipping under their weight.

They place a hand under your thigh lifting it, wrapping the scarf around it as they do so. They push you back their nails softly scratching down your inner thigh before kissing just shy of your hip bone.

Your hand finds its way to their neck scratching them, then up into their curls, and you pull slightly as they playfully nip along the sensitive skin of your pelvis.

The groan that escapes them goads you on, pulling harder as they lower their mouth.

🖤 Ardent - "For fuck's sake, give a guy a heart attack. I thought someone was in here with you when I heard you moan, til' I heard my name." he runs his fingers through his hair, pinching the place between his eyes.

"Learn to knock or something." you straighten the oversized shirt, covering up your ass. You might have orgasmed but you weren't done not by a long shot.

"Oh? Knock, on my own bedroom door?" Ardent swears under his breath. "It's been three weeks and you want me to knock?" He shrugs, making his way back to the door.

"Don't!" you yell after him, and when he turns to grin you glare at him. You're too turned on for cat and mouse, any other night fine, just not tonight.

"Why not? Use your words, kitten." he makes his way toward the bed, running a thumb along his lower lip. If someone could be devoured by just a look, you would be right now.

"You know why."

This annoys him, it's been too long for both of you, and he might just have to spank the brat out of you tonight. Ardent bends down, pushing you back onto the bed, before trailing his hand down your chest. "Tell me." He growls.

As his fingers graze along the top of your pelvis he stops and looks into your eyes. He won't give you what you want if you don't tell him.

You shake your head, you know you should give in, know you want him.

He smirks at you and presses his hips against yours, you can easily feel how much he wants you. "Do it, and I'll let you have a taste." The words are lost between kisses, between Ardent biting your lip.

[blvckqwz]

Are we still friends? (B.Blake / Reader)

TW: SUICIDE; SH; DEATH; BLOOD; ALCOHOL: ANGST

Bouncing off things and you don't know how you fall

Your power is drained, so you cannot go through walls

You're caught in this matrix, don't know where you play it

You hate it, it could be your favorite if you make it your friend

The sound of boots hitting the floor was the only thing audible in the dark halls of Arkadia as Bellamy returned his night patrol, mud and sweat caked in his messy dark curls that bounced on his forehead. Since Pike and the Farm Station arrived at Arkadia the patrols have been more exhausting, leaving him completely drained afterward. 

The metallic door in front of him opened with a small creak, the room behind it completely dark. But for Bellamy it was nothing new, no one was waiting for him to return home anymore. The room was a mess, so was he. Clothes and other stuff were covering the floor, the bed was unmade and empty bottles of cheap alcohol were lying on the table. 

The only thing that remained untouched were the two drawers that once belonged to her. Bellamy didn’t even dare to come near them, because even though they had been emptied a long time ago, it was the only proof that their relationship existed, even if it belonged to the past now. Bellamy took a big sip of alcohol, the burning sensation in his throat helping him forget her face, her voice, her love for him. 

I can't stop you, I can't rock too

I've been back there and I can not die too

But I've got to know

[two weeks before]

“Where have you been?” Y/N’s voice was like a sharp knife that hit Bellamy's chest as soon as he entered their room. It was already night, probably around 2 a.m., but she was still up, waiting for him. Bellamy avoided her gaze as the door closed behind him and kicked off his boots, not willing to reply to her question. 

“Answer me.” She hissed as she got up, “You were with Pike again, weren’t you?” 

Bellamy kept ignoring her as he walked around the room, pretending to be too busy to hear her. But he was too drunk to hide it, so his movements looked robotic and stiff. “Bellamy.” She called as she walked in front of him, grabbing his arms with her hands in an attempt to stop him from making more of a fool of himself than he already did. 

“I’ve stuff to do.” He quietly slurred as Y/N studied his face, his eyes wandering around to avoid her gaze. 

“Look at me.” She said, her voice now hoarse, “What is happening to you?”

As soon as Bellamy’s eyes met hers he broke down, crying like a kid as Y/N just held him tight, rubbing small circles on his back as she tried to calm him down. But the mix of alcohol and guilt was too strong to stop. “I don't know.” He kept murmuring, “I don’t know what’s happening.” 

Y/N reluctantly took a few steps back and looked at him, tears still spilling from his eyes. “You are scaring me Bell, I just want to help you.” 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He mumbled as he placed a kiss on her hairline. “You know I love you right? That everything you do, I do it for you. You know that right?” He asked, his eyes burning in desperation. Y/N froze for a second, her voice shaky as she murmured a response, “Of course I know.” 

Bellamy was calming down, so she quickly put him to sleep. “Stay?” He murmured, the alcohol still in his system. So she stayed, like she always did, as she quietly watched his breath get steady, a hand lazily wrapped around her waist. But Y/N couldn’t sleep, no matter how much she wanted to. It was now clear that there was only one way out, if she wanted to sleep again. 

She had to break his already hurting heart to free hers.

Don't get green skin (green skin), keep contact (keep contact)

Don't say, "Goodbye, smell you later" (bye, later)

Nah, I can't

I don't want to end this season on a bad episode

Y/N’s eyes burned as she walked across the camp. She could feel everyone’s eyes glued on her as she tried to disappear under her coat. Pike’s army stood a few meters from her, their eyes fixed on her too as she walked inside the building. But there was one pair of eyes that hurt more than anyone else's put together. 

It had been a week since they broke up, but she still couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as him, disgust and despair coming up her throat everytime she heard his voice coming from the radio they listened to track Pike’s moves. She obviously took part in the “rebellion” as soon as she heard, not standing to stay crying in the empty room Kane gave her out of pity one second more. At frist no one was really sure if they could trust her since she had been the boy’s girlfriend until a few days ago, but as soon as they began to understand how much hate she felt for Pike and his men, they let her in. 

“Y/N!” A voice called from behind her, making her walk faster. “Y/N please, I just want to talk.” He kept begging, making her heart ache in pain. She tried her best to not think of him, to forget him. She even banned everyone around her to use his name, including herself. But life obviously had other plans. 

“Y/N.” Bellamy said as he grabbed her arm, making her swivel on herself to look at him. “Back off.” She snarled as she aggressively snatched her arm from his grip, cursing herself for finding his touch oddly comforting. 

“Y/N please.” He whispered as he grabbed her arm again, this time holding it lighterer, and taking her in a less crowded hallway. “What, are you ashamed to be seen with a scum like me?” She hissed as she looked up at him with angry eyes. “You know I don’t think you are a scum.”

“Yeah? Tell Pike that then.” She spat before turning around, “If you ever try to talk to me again I won't hesitate to hit you.” Bellamy followed her, “He knows. He knows all of it.” He called from behind her,  “He’s going to put you in jail Y/N, please let me help you.” 

Y/N froze for a second. “I don’t care. This place already is like a jail.” 

“Y/N please, can’t you see I’m doing all of this for you?” He said as he came closer. “That’s bullshit and you know it, you are only doing it for yourself.” 

“I’m doing this to protect you! I can’t lose you to the Grounders Y/N.” He insisted, tears rolling down his cheeks.

“I don’t need your protection. God, can’t you see that the only thing that I need to be protected from is you and your actions? You are leading us to a war.” She snapped, “Don’t you ever dare to come closer to me, coward.” 

And with that she was gone, leaving Bellamy standing there like a fool, his eyes full of tears and his mouth full of unsaid words.

Are we still friends?

Can we be friends?

Are we still friends?

I've got to kn-, know

“Any last words.” Although Pike’s words were firm, Y/N could hear the note of enjoyment behind them even from afar. He was having the time of his life, watching Lincoln getting executed, she thought as bile started rising up in her throat. 

He wasn’t getting away with this, it was a promise. Still she couldn’t help but shed some tears as her friend fell in a pool of his own blood, a bullet passing through his head. 

How could Bellamy be a part of this horror? How could the same boy who swore to protect her, to love her, put her through all this pain? Did he even ever love her? Or was it an act? How can you hurt someone you love so badly?

The least she could do was hoping he felt the pain that was gripping her heart so bad she barely could breath. 

If we can see each other

Shake your hand, say hi

Long ago, long ago, long ago

Bellamy’s lips were trembling as he lay down on the cold ground of the cave, his thoughts filled with just one person. She never left his mind, nor when he was awake nor when he was sleeping. She was always there, her hurt and disappointed face printed on his eyelids, haunting him everytime he closed his eyes. 

She could be dead by now thanks to him. Pike put her in jail, like he warned a few days before, and set the execution for that day. Was she dead already? Or were tears filling her eyes in fear in her last moments alive? Indra said they had a plan, but he didn’t feel as relieved as he should. Because if she was alive, would she ever be able to forgive him? 

He didn’t even know if he was able to forgive himself. The things he had done, the lives he ended and the ones he ruined will always haunt him, no matter what. He was a fool, she was right all along, but he couldn’t see it until now. 

Footsteps interrupted his thoughts and just for a brief moment he felt relief washing over him as he saw Y/N entering the cave. The relief was quick to die as soon as he noticed her expression, undried tears on her cheeks. But the fury that filled her eyes as they found Bellamy was what really scared the shit out of him. 

She hated him, he realized, and that was the worst pain he could even imagine.

Are we still friends? Are we still friends?

Are we still friends? Are we still friends?

Are we still friends? (Friends, friends)

I said, are we still friends? (Friends, friends)

Y/N could feel the awkwardness between her and the boy growing as they crossed the hallways, not a single word said. Honestly all she cared about was stopping A.L.I.E. before she wiped out the last shreds of joy she owned, so if it meant standing in a creepy looking place with one of the people she most resented, she was ready to make that sacrifice. 

However she wasn’t ready for the sad and pleading glances Bellamy kept shooting her, following her like a lost puppy. “We need to talk.” He tried to mask his fear with his deep voice, but the phrase came out as a shaky whisper. Y/N didn’t even bother to look at him, just walking past the boy as her eyes stayed fixed in front of her. “What do I have to do?” He asked, his voice full of regret as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. “Do you really want to know?” She finally answered, her voice sounding dark. But Bellamy didn’t notice, how could he? He finally was getting his second chance. 

“I wish you died, it would be easier if you were dead.” She spoke, “So, if you really want to help die.” Bellamy’s eyes started to fill with tears as he opened his mouth. But the words just wouldn’t come out, so instead he just listened to her whispering something before disappearing around the corner.

“The Bellamy I once knew is dead anyway, you can follow him as well.”

Can't say goodbye (check it, ahh)

Can't say goodbye, goodbye (woo)

So he did as she said, he followed the man he once was. It was easy, people were already dying everyday. No one would even notice, he thought as the blade cut deeper in his flesh, crimson blood spilling all over the floor. 

He wanted to help, to make her life easier, so if it meant he had to give up his own life, then let it be it. He was happy if she was happy, even if he couldn’t be there watching her. After all the harm he has done it was the last he could do. He had lived a decent life after all, full of adventure. But now it was time to go. His friends didn’t need him anymore, his sister didn’t need him anymore and now not even his Y/N needed him anymore.

His only regret was not loving her enough. Well he did love her to the moon and back, more than anyone could possibly love, but is it really love if it hurts? Bellamy wasn’t so sure anymore. He did love her, just not in the right way. He just wished he told her more how much he loved her. 

Now it was too late, he thought with an exhausted sigh before pressing the blade harder, his eyelids already feeling heavy. What’s the point of being alive if there’s no love? 

It will all be over soon, he thought as his eyes finally closed, an empty sound filling the room.

Was that the noise a miserable life makes once he finally ends?

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while waiting for the next part of Home Again I felt right writing this because honestly I cant wait to write more about season 3. I will soon write a little bonus chapter too btw.

[bilightningwhumper]

Mangst 2024- Day 16

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Lost Voice (Little Mermaid) Masterlist

“Don't you see? I never had a choice.”

Summary:

Sam reunites with an old... friend at the Institution. Potential spoiler excerpt from "Lost Voice"

Notes:

Warnings: deadnaming and transphobia towards MC; start of SA, but described minimally before cutting off; choking; mention of disassociation Characters: Sam- Little Mermaid Vanessa- Sea Witch Hannah (mentioned)- Prince's fiance/bride Derrick (mentioned)- Prince

Sam’s POV

Sam trudged down the hall, exhausted. Derrick was kind, but couldn’t he see the plan was hopeless? The Institution was too good. They’d covered their tracks well enough to make everyone believe he’d committed suicide. The escape the other four had made was the last successful one. Robin still hadn’t managed to find a new way out either. And she was the best.

Rubbing his eyes, he sighed. No use dwelling on it. All he wanted to do now was sleep.

So of course as he approached his room, the door was open with the faint smell of an alpha coming from it.

He groaned internally. Why did they make him continue this even after a full day of servicing alphas already? No wonder most of the free use omegas wanted to be bought. At least then they’d only have one person to serve twenty-four seven.

That smell, though… Why was it so familiar? Cautiously, he entered his room. Nothing looked out of place, but there was no one inside. Maybe they’d got tired of waiting and left? No, the smell was still there, stronger as he walked further inside.

Then the door slammed behind him and he turned to see Vanessa standing there.

“Hello, Evelyn.” Something was off with her smile.

He opened his mouth to talk, then remembered the collar around his throat. So he just swallowed hard and stayed silent.

“They told me about that nice little collar of yours and what it does. So you have no choice to just listen and do what I say, right?”

Sam really didn’t know what to do. They hadn’t been close friends in high school. But why was she here? As far as he knew, Vanessa wasn’t someone who’d end up in an Institution. And she still had civilian clothing on, not the uniforms they were forced to wear. What was going on?

She walked closer to him, still with that same odd smile. “When they arrested me, I requested a deal. Just to see you one more time. Make amends, you know?”

Everything screamed at him to back away, but it was like his feet were glued to the floor. How did she know he was here? As far as everyone but his soulmates and sisters now knew, he was supposed to be dead. Had his parents said something?

“Hannah started acting happier recently and I couldn’t figure out why. Then I saw a glimpse of you at Derrick’s workplace and put together the pieces.” She traced along the neckline of his shirt, sending chills down his spine and goosebumps along his skin. “I thought I’d succeeded in outing you and getting you out of our lives, but you just had to survive, didn’t you?”

Sam’s blood went cold. She’d done it? Quiet, kind, supportive Vanessa?

While he was reeling from the confession, she ripped open his shirt, shoving him against the wall in the process.

“I had to do it.” she said, resting a hand on his marred soul-mark. “Hannah couldn’t stay away from you because of this. Then she met Derrick and that ruined everything again. I tried to get rid of him too, you know. But he survived.” Her hands moved up, starting to close around his throat. “So now I’m back to square one, helping Hannah to realize she belongs with me. Not a freak like you. Or an oblivious dimwit like Derrick.”

Maybe if he triggered the collar, help would come. She had to know they didn’t want him dead as a punishment. Or too bruised up. They’d crippled him so he wouldn’t run away, but kept him appealing to still be a potential sex toy.

Her hands closed around his throat, making it harder to breathe, but still not enough to choke him completely. “Don’t you see?” she pleaded in his ear. “I never had a choice. Hannah would never fall for me if you were still in the picture. And now that she knows you’re still alive, I need to fix that.”

Finally, fight responses kicked in and he shoved her off him before she could keep going. He went for the door but she tripped him before he got there, head colliding with the floor with a hard crack. His vision grew fuzzy but he still kept trying for the door, attempting to crawl.

“Really, Evelyn, I thought you were smarter than that. So just submit.”

He stilled as the alpha command rolled over him. Fuck.

Kicking him in the side, Vanessa made him roll over, kneeling down with one knee in his stomach. “Maybe I should make you suffer, rather than just killing you. After all, you did take Hannah from me.” she murmured, grabbing his jaw in her hand, forcing him to open his mouth. A familiar rattling sound met his ears as she pulled a pill bottle out of her pocket. “They gave me these, in case I wanted to have a little fun before they had to take me away.” She shoved one of the pills in his mouth and forced him to swallow.

Sam couldn’t hold back tears as he started to feel the familiar feelings of a forced heat starting. More fell as Vanessa stripped him further, paying special attention to the areas of his body he hated most.

“Maybe she’ll give up on you if I get you pregnant.” Vanessa wondered aloud, ripping the skirt they forced him to wear. “Or maybe my attempts to get her pregnant were successful. You know, before Derrick called the police on me.”

Sam glared at her, jaw tightening even as the heat took hold. So that’s why she was here.

“Oh, don’t give me that.” She unlocked his chastity belt with the key attached. “She was going into heat and I was only trying to help. Our baby would be a happy surprise. Goodness knows Derrick hasn’t given her any. And we both know how much Hannah wants to be a mom.”

She kept talking, but as the hear rolled over him further, he tuned her out, going to his safe space. At least no one could hurt him there. He just hoped he’d still be able to see Hannah and Derrick again after this.

[greg-montgomery]

one shot where hotch has a wet dream about the reader and avoids her just to not get 'tempted' but she thinks hes mad at her <3333 bonus could be where during one of their hotel stays, he sees her wearing the same clothes as his dream and loses it ifykyk.... ;)

hiii <333 i combined these two asks i hope you don’t mind 😌

this got 1.8k words long lmfao

nsfw-minors don’t interact

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“I guess you’re stuck with me then,” you giggled shyly, but turned your head to look into his eyes anyway.

Aaron felt his knees get weak at the eye contact, since the last time he looked into your eyes was the night before; when you were on top of him, moving slowly up and down and up again.

He hadn’t dared to look into your eyes ever since. And the sweetheart that you were, probably thought he was mad at you. Because you had no idea that he was inside you last night. You had no idea that he avoided eye contact with you like it would burn him alive because he was afraid it actually would. You had no idea you were starring in his last night’s dream.

He shut his eyes, breathing deeply, trying not to think about you in his old t-shirt, riding him to bliss.

Opening them again, he saw you bite your lip with a frown on your face. He mentally slapped himself. You obviously translated his reaction as annoyance and not as a desperate attempt not to get hard in a random hotel lobby.

How was he going to survive sleeping next to you?

Aaron cleared his throat, pulling himself together.

“Come on, roommate,” he smiled, trying to show you that the idea of sharing a room with you was the last thing in the world that would annoy him. He thought that your frown made you look impossibly cute, but he still hated to be the reason you were upset.

- -

Aaron tried to fight with you when you walked in and found one bed instead of two, he really did.

He offered to sleep on the couch, but you argued that it was way too small for him. He offered to sleep on the floor, but you were worried he’d wake up with back pain the next day.

He ran out of excuses. And if he was being honest, he wanted nothing more than to share the damn bed with you.

“Hotch?” you said, opening the bathroom door.

“Hmm?”

“Do you maybe have a t-shirt I could borrow?” you asked, looking hesitant. “I didn’t know we’d all be sharing rooms tonight, so I don’t have anything… appropriate to wear.”

Were you trying to kill him?

“Sure,” he said casually, and thought he definitely deserved an Oscar for that performance.

Going through his suitcase, he found the t-shirt you were wearing when you were making love to him in his dream. He grabbed it and stared at it for a moment, licking his bottom lip.

“Here,” he offered it to you.

“Thanks, Hotch,” you smiled innocently, before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

How could he help himself from thinking of you in there? Of you taking off your shirt, slipping out of your panties and stepping into the shower with water running all over your body?

How could he help himself from thinking of his t-shirt that would soon be touching your bare skin?

Aaron felt himself getting hard and the thoughts wouldn’t stop from coming. The memories of your sweet moans and your delicious open mouth made him physically ache that he couldn’t touch himself at that moment. And mostly that he couldn’t touch you.

When he heard the door open, he quickly covered himself with the blanket so you wouldn’t see how much of a pervert your boss was.

“All good?” he asked, looking anywhere but you.

“Yeah,” you sighed, laying on your back, and from what he could tell you were not under the covers. Why were you not under the covers? Was the universe punishing him for having dirty dreams about his colleague?

“I needed this shower.” You moved closer and turned to your side to face him, but his eyes were glued on the ceiling. You smelled good.

Aaron didn’t respond.

“Are you mad at me?”

He didn’t expect that. And the sadness in your voice completely broke his heart. Not at all, sweetheart, he wanted to whisper sweetly.

“Of course not,” he replied instead.

“Then why have you been avoiding me all day? If I did something wrong, I’m sorry. I swear I didn’t mean it,” you said apologetically and he finally looked at you.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s all me,” he said; his gaze frozen into your eyes so he wouldn’t see his t-shirt hugging your body in all the ways his hands couldn’t.

“So it’s not in my head. Something is going on,” you said.

“Please don’t worry about it.”

“Thanks, that helped a lot,” you said, making him laugh.

“I swear it’s nothing,” he tried to convince you. “Go to sleep.”

“Okay,” you gave up, clearly not convinced but maybe too tired to push the topic further.

He was ready to direct his gaze to that day’s most interesting part of the room: the ceiling; but he made the mistake of checking the rest of you out instead. His eyes travelled from your eyes down to your neck, and then your chest and then your thighs and he was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice how obvious he was being.

He quickly averted his gaze from your body and looked back into your eyes, only to find you smirking at him.

“Can I help you?”

“Sorry,” he said, but he really wasn’t.

“What’s going on with you?” you asked.

He couldn’t help but give you a smile by seeing your playful one. “You,” he said.

You furrowed your brows in question , but the smile hadn’t left your face yet.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he continued.

“What can I do to help?” you asked reaching out for his hand.

He took it in his and intertwined your fingers. “You can come here,” he said patting his lap with his free hand.

Your smile got even bigger and you climbed in his lap, after getting the blanket that was covering him out of the way.

“Mmm…there’s my girl,” he sighed.

“God…” you said, feeling him underneath you.

“I’m sorry,” he said, worried about what you were thinking, finding him hard already.

“Don’t be. I wanna take care of it,” you said and finally leaned in to kiss him.

As the kiss got deeper you started moving back and forth on him, rubbing yourself against his crotch, in a completely self-indulgent way. The idea that you were moving just for your pleasure, turned him on even more than he already was.

“Aaron,” you moaned and broke the kiss.

“That’s exactly how my dream started last night,” he admitted.

“You dreamed about me?” you asked, grinding against him slowly; steading yourself with your palms on his broad chest.

“Mmm…”

“Show me what we were doing,” you asked and he oblidged.

He lifted your – no, his – t-shirt slightly to reveal your panties. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

You only moaned in response, clearly affected by his touch as much as he was.

“Can I please take them off?” he asked and you nodded.

He grabbed the side of your panties with his fingers and started to pull them down. You left his lap for a few seconds to completely take them off and returned on top of him.

You shifted, trying to remove your t-shirt too, but he stopped you. “Keep it on for now,” he said almost whimpering.

“With this on?” you asked him.

“Yeah.”

“Was I wearing it in your dream too?”

“The exact same one.”

“You pervert!” you laughed and kissed his mouth again. “And you made me wear it,” you said against his lips.

“You asked,” he smirked, before biting your lip.

“I need you, Aaron,” you said and it sounded like begging. Maybe you were just as desperate as he was. “I need you inside me.”

“Wait,” he said, and reached out for his wallet that was resting on his nightstand. He took out a condom and ripped it open with his teeth. He could feel your eyes on him the entire time. It made him feel desirable. And even more desperate.

“Let me,” you said and took it from his hand.

You moved yourself lower and carefully took him out of his boxers, rolling the condom on his cock. You left a little kiss on the tip of it and straddled him again.

That smile on your face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re perfect, do you know what?” he asked, bringing his hand between your legs.

He found you soaked, just like he expected. He used two of his fingers to stretch you open, but he could tell you were ready.

“Now, Aaron,” you begged him again and you didn’t need to ask a second time.

He grabbed you by the hips and before he knew it he was inside you. And it was magic.

“Fuck,” he moaned, surprising himself. He wasn’t usually the vocal type. “Fuck, it’s heaven.”

“Aaron,” you cried out, moving desperately; taking him deeper and deeper.

This, the real thing made the pleasure he felt in his dream completely fade in comparison. You looked like an angel on top of him, and all he could think about was you. Everything was you.

“I wanna feel you,” he heard you say, and felt your fingers touching the skin under his own t-shirt. “Take it off,” you whined, and of course he did. He knew he would never be able to deny you anything for the rest of his life. Anything you would ask, you could have it.

You lips were soon behind his ear, and your moans sounded even more delicious from that close.

“Aaron, it feels so good.”

“I know, baby,” he moaned back.

He helped you take off  your t-shirt too. It might have helped him complete the fantasy, but he needed to see all of you. And of course he adored every single inch.

“God, how are you real?” he whispered, running his thumb over your right nipple.

“Touch me, Aaron,” you cried out to him and he moved the thumb of his other hand to your clit, rubbing it softly in circles.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

You didn’t respond in words, but the loud moan you let out let him know he was doing a good job.

It didn’t take long for both of you to finish and you laid your head on his chest, his hand travelling up and down your back.

You kissed any skin you could find under your lips and whispered, “That was perfect, Aaron.”

“I know,” he said and kissed the top of your head. “I know.”

“Was it as good as your dream?”

“As good? Baby, I’m not gonna let you sleep tonight,” he said and a second later you were on your back with him between your legs.

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Life Support

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, toxic relationship (?)

A/N: hello! happy reading <3

anon requested: Hi! Can I please request Nat always being on missions 24/7 and not spending time w reader and reader understands at first but after being constantly alone she finally confronts Nat when she’s getting ready to leave again so reader says “if you walk out of that door we’re done” then “please don’t walk out of that door” then Nat walks out so then they’re broken up. Sorry if it’s too specific💕

Summary: All good things must come to an end.

Word Count: 2K | navigation

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If there was one thing you were certain of, it was this; dating an Avenger wasn’t easy.

You were in a relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and have been for the better part of two years now. At first, everything had been absolutely incredible. The redhead would come to your apartment every night, her body entangled with yours beneath your bedsheets. You would wake up to Natasha sleeping soundly beside you, her arms wrapped around your waist as she held you close. Her warm breath would fan against the side of your neck as you took in her features. 

Natasha would slowly stir awake, her eyes moving side-to-side behind her closed eyelids before fluttering open. She would be met with your wide smile shining down at her, your fingers slowly combing through her tresses. The redhead would pull you down by the neck, placing a tender kiss against your lips. 

When she pulled back from the kiss, her eyes would travel down to your neck and admire the dark purple marks that were littered across your skin. It was exhilarating to her, knowing that you were hers. Natasha felt a sense of pride and couldn’t resist a smirk from taking over her face. 

You would cook breakfast in the kitchen while Natasha sat on the counter, ranting about the events of the day before. Your laughs filling the space as she mimicked Steve and Tony’s voices, mocking their ridiculous arguments. Eventually, the redhead would hop off of the counter and come up behind you, her front pressed against your back as she held you by the waist. 

Once the food was cooked, you would sit on Natasha’s lap at the table, your hands linked behind the back of her neck. She would eat and occasionally feed you, holding the spoon up to your mouth and purposely missing your mouth, effectively getting food on your face. Natasha would laugh as an annoyed look would cross your face, a pout gracing your lips. 

The Russian would wipe off the food with the pad of her thumb, sucking it off of her digit before kissing your pouty lips. She wouldn’t stop kissing you until your pout was replaced with a smile. You were in euphoria each time Natasha would visit, but all good things must come to an end.

A feeling of sadness would wash over you each time she would walk out the door, unsure of when she’d return. Seeing her leave never got any easier. All you wanted to do was beg her to stay in your arms, but you knew that wasn’t an option. 

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You weren’t the only person that needed Natasha and you understood that. 

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Despite the feeling of despair that would creep into your chest, you never complained. You were aware of how selfish it would seem if you were to even so much as bring up the topic of Natasha staying for longer than a night. She was a vital part of the Avengers, a team that saved the world from threats on a daily. 

You had handled the arbitrariness of Natasha’s profession pretty well and settled for it. Having Natasha in your life occasionally was a lot better than not having her at all. However, there was only so much you could take. And one night, you had finally had enough. 

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For the past six months, you had seen Natasha a total of ten times. It seemed as if she had been taking on more missions that varied in their durations. She was gone for weeks at a time and wouldn’t contact you the entire time, unaware of when she was due to return. You would only find out when she was back home when she was already knocking at your front door. 

To say you missed Natasha would be the understatement of the century; you missed her like fucking crazy.

You would spend the weeks she was away, sleeping in bed alone as you clutched her pillow close to your chest. You practically lived in the sweaters she left at your apartment, the faint smell of her perfume lingering on the articles of clothing. The day you realized her scent had faded, you almost burst out into tears. 

It made you feel disgusted with yourself. You were waiting around like a lost puppy, desperate for Natasha’s return. You couldn’t focus at work either. Your thoughts were focused on Natasha.

Will she come home soon? Is she okay? Is the mission she’s on super dangerous? Is she not replying to your texts because she’s busy or because she isn’t alive to do so? Or what if she had been home and just didn’t care to see you? What if she didn’t love you anymore?

These questions circulated your mind in each time of Natasha’s absence. You knew that you had to confront her, but didn’t know how to go about the situation. What? Are you supposed to go up to her and say ‘Stop saving the world to spend time with me’? Obviously fucking not.

The more you thought about it, the more ridiculous you felt. Natasha was out risking her life for humanity and here you were, moping over not being able to see her. Pathetic. 

Regardless of how absurd you thought your concerns were, they didn’t stop you from finally confronting your never-present girlfriend.

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You had been sat on the couch when a knock sounded at the door. You immediately sprang up and rushed toward the door, hoping to see the woman that’s been plaguing your mind. To your surprise, you were met with red locks and green eyes shining with joy. 

You had to fight the urge to leap into her arms and shower her face with little kisses. Natasha’s happiness turned to confusion when you wordlessly moved to the side, giving her some room to enter. The sound of her heavy combat boots hitting the hardwood floor resounded throughout your apartment. 

You shut the door slowly, leaning your forehead against it with a sigh. You knew that you wouldn’t be able to confront the woman if you laid eyes on her. Natasha had you wrapped around her finger and you couldn’t help but feel like she capitalized on your weakness at times.

“Y/N? What’s wrong, moya lyubov (my love)?” Natasha’s raspy voice met your ears and you let out a shaky breath. “The fact that you don’t know what’s wrong IS what’s wrong.” Your voice came out small and you couldn’t see it, but Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

You heard her footsteps approaching you and you quickly turned around, coming face-to-face with your girlfriend, “What are you talking about?” Natasha’s hands moved up to cup your cheeks, but you swatted her hands away. 

“You’re never here, Natasha. That is what I’m talking about.” You walked past her and paced around the living room. The redhead was glued to her spot, her eyes following your every move. Your shoulders were tensed, your eyes were fixated on the floor as you walked around. Natasha had never seen you so serious before, and she wouldn’t admit it, but she was terrified.

“I’m here whenever I can be. Is that not enough for you?” Your movements came to an abrupt halt and you whipped around to stare at your girlfriend as if she had grown two heads. “No! It may be enough for you, but it isn’t for me! I’m alone for weeks on end without so much as a fucking text from you!” You raised your voice and Natasha felt irritation arise within her. 

“I can’t stop in the middle of a shootout or an interrogation to message you! I’m sorry that I’m away all the time and can’t give you details, but it’s my fucking job! You knew what you were getting into when you got involved with me.” Natasha moved until she stood directly in front of you, chest rising and falling quickly as she took shallow breaths. Her eyes were trained on yours with an intimidating glare, but you weren’t scared of her. 

“My job is a priority.” The redhead gritted out through clenched teeth. You felt your own anger expand at her words. “And I’m not?” You questioned Natasha challengingly and she shook her head with a dark chuckle. 

“No. You’re not.” You felt your heart shatter completely. Her tone was emotionless and she spoke as if she didn’t care at all; like you were a stranger.

“My job comes before anything, including you. I can’t let the world fall apart just because you’re a needy bitch that can’t spend a fucking minute without me.”

Natasha was relentless and you couldn’t handle it. Tears rapidly fell from your eyes as your chest constricted, making it hard to breathe.

People who said that words couldn’t physically hurt you; were full of shit. Each word that fell from her lips felt like a stab to the heart. And as everyone knew, Natasha Romanoff was very good with knives. 

“What? You’re not gonna say anything now? You sure as hell had a lot of shit to talk a minute ago.”

Natasha’s tone was cold and you hated yourself for still trying to find the warmth that you used to soak in, but you couldn’t find it. All you were met with was a blistering wind that sent shivers up your spine. 

You remained silent, focusing on containing the harsh sobs that threatened to wrack your body. Natasha rolled her eyes at you and turned around, heading straight for the door. An alarm sounded in your head as you watched her walk away. 

“If you walk out of that door, we’re done.” Your voice cracked slightly as you spoke. Natasha froze, her hand on the doorknob going still. She stayed there for a minute, contemplating her next move. Of course, you didn’t think the redhead would actually leave, but she was always full of surprises.

Your eyes widened as she twisted the knob, pulling the door open. “Wait! Please don’t go. Please don’t leave me. I’m sorry.” Honestly, you didn’t really know why you were apologizing. If anything, the roles should’ve been reversed in this moment, but you were willing to say or do anything if it meant Natasha would stay.

Natasha ignored your pleas and took one step out of the door before you hastily rushed after her. You gripped her wrist for dear life and her head whipped around, a look of annoyance on her face. 

“Let go of me.” Natasha tore her hand out of your hand easily, considering she was much stronger than you were. You remained in the doorway as you watched the redhead strut down the hall until she reached the staircase. As soon as you lost sight of her, you slammed the door and fell to your knees. 

You had no intention of destroying your relationship. All you wanted to do was voice your concerns to Natasha. You were expecting endless reassurances as she wrapped her strong arms around your body.

But instead, you were crying on the cold floor of your apartment, her harsh words echoing throughout your mind. Part of you was waiting for her to knock on the door and apologize profusely for leaving, but Natasha was lots of things, and stubborn was one of them. 

Once Natasha came to a decision, there wasn’t much that could change her mind. That’s what hurt the most. You were positive that the redhead loved you just as much as you did her. You felt as though nothing could sever the unbreakable connection that brought you two together. The possibility of Natasha willingly leaving you had never crossed your mind. Nothing could’ve ever prepared you for this outcome.

Natasha Romanoff was your everything. Her cocky smirk and infectious laughter were the oxygen that filled your lungs each time you took a breath. Her shiny green eyes and red locks were the chemical reactions of your brain that produced dopamine. 

Her love coursed through your bloodstream and kept your heart pumping. But now, she was gone. The minute she walked out, the light in your eyes disappeared and your skin slowly turned to dust. Without the woman you loved, you were nothing but a withering corpse going through the decomposition process.

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Natasha was your life support and she decided it ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ was time to pull the plug. 

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BNHA Scenario: The stain...

Summary: Your period came early unfortunately you don't know this your boyfriend on the other hand saw your pants/shorts/skirt etc... had a noticeable red stain on them when you sat up, from your p.o.v he's acting weird and clingy trying to give you his jacket while trying to walk behind you...

TW: blood

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Dabi: You had no idea why Dabi was suddenly so insistent you put his jacket on... you were just sitting around it was slow and rainy day, no one really wanted to do anything or rather were too bored and tired to do anything but watch TV or sleep, suddenly you felt like you had the sudden urge to go to the bathroom. You stood up, Dabi looked up at you and choked on his rum and coke, you and half the bar looked at him confused as the faux raven haired man stood over you blocking their view of you while taking off his jacket. "hey, p-put this on." he sputtered clearing his throat holding it out to you.

You looked between him and his stinky coat. "No way... it smells like that salve your rubbing on yourself!." trying to push the coat back to him, why he doesn't use the burn salves and skin lotions you got him is beyond you, Apparently smelling like spearmint and chamomile isn't considered 'manly' enough in Dabi's book, But smelling like the inside of a donkey's asshole is acceptable? You grimaced and got ready to leave when Dabi forcibly wrapped the coat around you and you were pissed and ready to snap at him for stinking up your clothes when he leaned in and whispered. "You're on shark week and bleeding over the place." 

he watch you go pale and look at the stool you were just sitting on, and saw a large wet bloody streak just chilling. "Don't make a scene, just walk." Dabi hissed as the two of you calmly walked to the back stairs but paused as Shigaraki came downstairs; eyes glued to his Switch as he walked over to the bar, You watched on in horror (and to Dabi's amusement) as the LOV’s leader sat down on the ruined blood stained stool completely oblivious. "Walk faster." Dabi said hastily to you as the white haired man started shifting in his seat confused why it was wet, the two of you speed walked up the stairs just in time to hear a startled Shigaraki bellow out. "WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SIT IN?!?" You and Dabi hid in his room all day...

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Izuku: He let out this shock squeak as you got up from the grass and saw your skorts had a large red stain on them. "Y-y/n could you please come with me?" he sputtered trying to lead you to a park bathroom. "Why?" you asked looking at Izuku oddly as he circled behind you or tried to... you kept spinning around to face him wondering what's gotten into your boyfriend? "Uhmm, it would probably help if you followed me first." he said again jumping behind you.

Now frustrated you stood up to your full height staring Izuku in the face. "Not until you tell me what going on...." you huffed as he started sweating nervously causing you suddenly feel wary of him, it's like he was embarrassed and didn't want to be seen with you.... did he want to break up? "Are you ashamed of me?" you murmured and Izuku started shaking his head. "No, No...Y/n nev-" you cut him off in tears now. 

"Then why are you being weird?!" you demanded through sobs as your broccoli haired boyfriend hastily wrote down something on his note and showed it to you, You sniffled as you read it. {You've bled all over your skorts.]… 

He watched your face change from sad and angry to horror and embarrassment. "Now will you please let me take you to the restroom?" he whispered desperately you nodded as he grabbed your backpack knowing you had some spare exercise clothes inside, and the two of you walked to the restrooms. 

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Shoto: You were at a gala with Shoto barely five minutes in, when he noticed the white dress you were wearing was starting to match his hair! He was calm and quiet about it. Knowing making the situation public would embarrassed the hell out of you, he'd seen Fuyumi go through social hell because Natsuo, his older brother thought he was helping his sister when he loudly pointed out that her period had started and she was bleeding all over herself without realizing it.

He cleared his throat and offered you his coat you thought he was just being courteous and took it, but the Shoto carefully wrapped arm around your waist and started leading you to out of the gala and to his car, which confused you.

"Shoto we just got here." you said warily as he made sure no one was following and leaned in close to your ear. "I didn't want upset you but... you're bleeding through your dress." he whispered your face felt like and probably looked an overheated stove element as he lead you down the stairs before anybody noticed you two were gone, he brought you back fifteen minutes later in a navy blue dress which no one questioned.  

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Hawks: He ran into you while around the end of his patrol, you were just out late grocery shopping when he came up behind you and noticed your pants were turning red, he nearly scared the tar out of you! when one second you looking ahead down the street and the next your vision is blocked by a sea of red feathers. 

"Kewgru!" you huffed through his wing as it pulled you towards your birdbrained boyfriend. "Hey there Angel how ya doing?~" he said as you manage to pull your face from his plumage. "Fine, ya mind getting your wing off me? it's kinda hard to walk..." You not realizing he was walking you somewhere "Aw... But I missed you!" the blond cooed pinching your cheek, causing you to look at him oddly.

"Missed me? you spent the night-" a group of fans suddenly came running over asking for autographs, Still Keigo didn't take his wing of you, which cause some of the female fans to glare daggers at you as he pulled you closer. "Sorry to cut this short guys my girlfriend's not feeling well!" Hawks said apologetically as the fans murmured in disappointment. 

One of the girls was bold enough to approach. "Oh but it's soo late and thought heroes didn't leave pretty girls alone?~" she said in sultry tone as Keigo and you stared at her. "You absolutely right." he said wing tightening around you reassuring you that he wasn't going anywhere. 

The fan-girl looked at you smugly; smiling like she'd won the grand prize, only to watch in shock as Hawks pull you into a deep kiss before looking at you with adoration. "Lets go my little Dove.~" he purred leading the two of you away leaving his stunned fan-girl standing on the sidewalk in disbelief as the other fans snickered pointed at her.    

Finally Hawks had gotten to the destination he was in a hurry to reach, his apartment. "Keigo...why are you acting weird...is it Y'know???" you as referring to his rut, the blond man blushed rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh... no, just wait until we're in in private" The winged man gestured the security cameras.

he waited until the two of you were in his penthouse, he finally pulled his wing away from you, and you  turned to face him only to let out a shocked gasp upon seeing blood on Keigo's pant leg. "Oh my gosh, Keigo you're blee-" he blushed cutting you off. "Not my blood, it yours." You blinked at him confused before looking behind you at large window seeing your reflection...And the stain. 

The realization kicked in, why he was acting weird and not taking his wing off you! "Thank you...k-Keigo." You manage to stammer out before heading for the shower. "Anytime Y/n, anytime." He said clearing his throat and going to his room to out of his gear before realizing *I've got a hot girl in my shower...* he smirked and went to join you.

[petri808]

If you're open for nalu requests, can you write a smut fic where nalu goes to a lingerie store because lucy wants to try on some lingerie and natsu ends up getting aroused? But if you can't it's fine just ignore this ask😊

Hi Nony, this is the last request I’ll do. Decided to save this for @thenaluarchive Sinfully Nalu event Mirror prompt. What did Lucy expect by dragging Natsu lingerie shopping?

“I’ve just got one more stop to make.” Lucy pointed towards the other side of the mall.

“Ugh…” Natsu’s shoulders dropped, “but we’ve been here for 2 hours already, Lucy, and I’m getting hungry.”

“I’ll spring for lunch. Anything you want.”

“I’m holding you to it,” he grumbled, but allowed her to pull him forward.

Natsu knew the mall well enough to know that the section they were heading towards were mostly women’s clothing stores— definitely not where he wanted to be. All these fancy clothes, and accessories, and… stuff that his girlfriend loved to wear. Sure, he didn’t complain cause it made her happy, he just didn’t wanna shop for it. Forever twenty something, Cache or Channel— whatever, “oh, uh-uh, no way,” he jerked them to a halt. “I ain’t going in there.”

“It’s just Victoria’s Secret.”

“Well Victoria can keep her secret. Lucy you’re crazy if you think I’m going in a women’s lingerie store!”

Lucy turned to face, then grabbed both of Natsu’s hands, holding them together close to her chest. “Please,” her eyes begged. “I need you to tell me what you think will be nice on me.”

Thinking about his girl, in lingerie, while standing in a mall was *not* the image Natsu wanted conjuring in his mind. But between the soft, puppy-dog expression, and her whimpering pleading— he was powerless to turn Lucy down. He sighed with a whine. “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Yay!” She giggled, kissed his cheek, and took his hand again, entwining their fingers together. “I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

Yeah, uh-huh, right… Painless.

As they walked down the rows and racks of lingerie, Natsu hummed in his head as a distraction. Bras, panties. Low cut, high cut, thongs, g-strings. Sets, individual pieces. Lace, satin, cotton. So many choices! He let the colors blend in his vision, the scents of brand-new clothing mixed with perfumes sold, or miscellaneous accessories. How do women pick anything when there’s so many options? Give him a t-shirt and jeans and he was good to go.

Every so many picks, Lucy would ask his opinion. ‘Yeah, that’s nice. No, that looks itchy. I like that color. Eww, it doesn’t match you.’ Finding her size in the styles she wanted wasn’t always easy, but after 30 minutes, Lucy had half a dozen or so items to try on. So, they head towards the fitting rooms.

Natsu stopped in front of the doors, and readied himself to stand around and wait—

“You’re coming in with me.” Lucy tugged on his hand. “I need your final opinion.”

Up until now, Natsu had managed to avoid thinking about anything even remotely related to sex, but now?! “Uh-uh, no way!”

“Please…” Lucy turned on the pouty lip-action and puppy-dog eyes again. “It’s not like you won’t see me in them later.”

Natsu gulped hard as the naughty images were unlocked. “Are you trying to kill me in public?”

“Pfft, no,” she giggled. “Stop exaggerating this.”

‘You have no idea, woman…’ “Alright, fine. But don’t blame me if anything happens in there.” Because if the twitch in his pants and slight bulge growing was any indication, it wouldn’t be what she’d be expecting.

“Tch.” Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’ll be fine, Natsu, you’ll see.”

The dressing room was a lot more spacious than he was used to seeing. Men’s fitting rooms, at least the ones he’s been in are like closets with just one full length mirror, and maybe a small bench inside. This one could easily fit them both, with wrap around mirrors to catch every angle. It had a small, cushioned bench along one wall, and a couple of hooks on the inside of the door. But most noteworthy was the fact it was a fully enclosed room— not those partial-length doors at lower-quality stores. It was very, very private.

Natsu sat down on the bench and closed his eyes while Lucy fiddled with her options. He could hear the plastic and metal hangers going up on the hooks, as well as the sounds of his girlfriend shedding her clothing. His mouth suddenly felt dry… Lucy’s voluptuous body bared for him to see with only her regular panties left on— he squeezed his eyes tighter shut. ‘Don’t think about it! Don’t think about it!’

“Ready— Natsu, silly,” Lucy giggled. “How are you gonna tell me if it’s good or not if you can’t see?”

“No.”

Lucy threaded her fingers gingerly through his hair. “Just one peak…”

‘Fuck…’ he groaned as the tightening in his shorts grew uncomfortable. “One peak.”

Natsu opened his eyes and immediately slammed them shut again from the screaming bra and panties glued to her frame. A sheer red with solid fabric only over the nipples and a strip covering her crotch. So much flesh revealed in these outfits, was there even a point to wearing anything at all?

“Great!” His voice squeaked out. “Looks fine.”

Her giggles only added to his demise. The sounds of more fabric rustling, and the twitch in his shorts… Natsu shifted in his seat trying to get comfortable, but he couldn’t. Lucy had grabbed about six of seven different pieces to try, and this was only the beginning. She was too damn sexy, and he swore, derived pleasure out of torturing him like this! Ugh, his cock was so hard right now…

“Okay, next piece,” Natsu heard her say. “I’m not sure about it, cause the color doesn’t seem to look good on me.”

Tch, it could be multi-colored polka dots and Lucy would still be a man’s wet dream. He cracked open one eye. It was a dark green, combo with frilled lace along the waistband. Natsu gulped hard as she did a turn around to reveal a thong and curvy swell of her backside.

“You do realize I’m biased, right?” Natsu blurted out. “Everything looks good on you to me.”

“Awww,” Lucy bent down and placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I still think I’ll add this to the maybe pile,” she spoke as she started removing the pieces. “I think you’ll really like the next one I found; it has these cute flames on them.”

“You know what I’d prefer to see?” Natsu questioned, for he was done holding back.

Lucy stopped mid-way, bent slightly over with the thong down to her thighs. “What?”

Without answering her, Natsu got off the bench and started helping her take the thong off.

“Natsu, what are you—”

Once off, he moved onto her regular panties down.

“Nat— s-stop!” Lucy grabbed for his hands, but she couldn’t do much without twisting or tripping. “What are you do—”

“Keep your voice down.” He tugged those off too leaving her exposed from the waist down.

“Natsu this isn’t funny!” She seethed in an exasperated whisper.

“Neither is this,” he gestured at the bulge in his shorts. Guiding her against the mirrored wall as he spoke. “You said I could choose whatever I wanted for lunch, and I’ve decided to put you on the menu.”

Lucy whimpered when she felt the cold mirror against her bare skin. “But we’re in public.”

“I warned you didn’t I…” Natsu leaned in with a whisper, cheek to cheek. “Then I suggest you not make any noise,” his words wisp out, warm breath fanning down the barren skin as his lips burn a trail over her neck. Lucy dug her fingers into his hair, holding on but not stopping him as he moved lower.

His stops were brief, lips ghosting burning marks along her chest, a mountainous journey over the pillowy bosoms, a few licks against the pert nipples, and lower… down … snaking over her torso to what he was truly after. “Breathe, baby,” Natsu teased at her halted, bated breathing. “Just look forward and watch.”

She sucked in a gulp of air and stared forward at the mirrored image of Natsu going down on her. It was strange to literally watch every move he made like a voyeur living through another’s body. Lucy’s fingers tightened their grip on his hair in anticipation as he spread her legs a little wider…

“Mmm,” he mused in thought on how to get the best angle. “Hold to me,” Natsu suggested, and before she could reply, lifted Lucy’s left leg, and rested it on his shoulder. “Perfect…”

Natsu dove right in, latching his mouth onto the moist folds he knew so well, humming at the quick squeak his girl couldn’t catch in time. But he knew from the pull on his scalp exactly what she was experiencing. He kept one hand on her raised hip, while the fingers of his other toyed around the edge of her wet opening. His tongue pressed and circled around her clit, sucking, palpating, interspersed with soothing flicks and long strokes to lap up the growing sap gathering in the area. He closed his eyes as he relished in the warmth oozing over his face from her beautiful sex.

Heaven help her, Lucy couldn’t stop staring at that mirror… her gripped fingers to his hair and nails digging into his shoulder for dear life from the seasoned oral ministrations that slowly undid her sanity. Just his tongue alone… but the teasing fingers… Oh! Oh— Her thighs clenched to the sides of Natsu’s head as she felt one, then two fingers slipped through her walls. Lucy’s body arched slightly, and head tilted back as those fingers began swiftly pumping.

“Natsu…” Lucy moaned softly through sealed lips. She could feel his grin against her flesh, hear the squishing sounds, and smell the light scent of her extreme arousal. Damn him…

In a race against time, Natsu pumped fast and hard while his mouth and tongue devoured Lucy’s sex and sanity with an intensity to rival any known battle for supremacy. Each passing second, drawing the heated coil at her core closer to snapping. Her legs trembled, yet clenched and stiffened as his fingers pummeled, bumping the swollen sex being driven to his knuckles reach. He could feel Lucy start unraveling and held firmly to her hip bone as the jerky spasms rocked her body in orgasmic euphoria.

“Stop, stop, stop—” Lucy clawed at his back and neck as she whimpered from the immense pressure boiling in her body, and radiant moisture pooled in her eyes. “Please… enough, Natsu my legs are gonna give out.”

After giving her pussy a few more licks to clean up the excess juices, Natsu finally obliged and put down Lucy’s leg, then stood up while still supporting her as she caught her breath. He licked around his lips and cleaned off his fingers. “Best lunch in the world,” he grinned.

“Oof!” Lucy playfully slapped his chest with a short laugh. “Not what I’d meant. And now I don’t have time to try on the rest.”

“Why not?”

Lucy started putting on her regular clothes. “We’ve been in here for too long, it’ll be suspicious.”

“Tch, then just buy all of it if you like them, cause I’m telling you they’ll all look great on you.”

She glared at him. “Fine, but after pulling that stunt, now you owe me lunch!”

Natsu shrugged and grabbed all the hangers of clothing. “Okay, since you’ll need your strength later.”

“Later?”

The widest seedy grin bloomed on Natsu’s face. “You’ll see…”

[luminnara]

It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 7 18+ NSFW

18+ ONLY PLEASE

Warnings: nsfw, sexy sex, abo, knotting

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Bucky was still reeling from finally getting to hear her name. While the omega explored his apartment, he sank down onto his couch, his head buzzing with thoughts of her and him and his past life with HYDRA and how her name felt so, incredibly, impossibly right.

Amoretta.

It didn’t sound familiar to him, and he was pretty certain that he had never known it before. That made him feel a little bit better about everything, a little less guilty for almost completely forgetting about his omega. He hated how much less he remembered about her than she remembered about him, even if it wasn’t his fault that HYDRA scrambled his brain up so much all the time. No matter how many times he told himself that it was okay, that he was already doing his best, he couldn’t help but feel like he was a bad alpha.

But when she looked up at him with that smile and those eyes, so trusting and happy and comfortable...well, a lot of those negative thoughts flew out the window again.

“So you live here? Like, for real? Like, all the time?” She asked as she inspected his tv.

“Sure do.” He chuckled, sitting on the couch to watch her. “Whaddya think?”

She spun around in a little circle, taking it all. “It’s...perfect.”

Bucky smiled. “I’ll have to find some more blankets for you.”

Amoretta paused, looking at him curiously. “For what? I don’t think I could ever be cold with you around. You’re like a furnace.”

“Well...so you can...you know.” He was feeling stupid again. She wasn’t even thinking of nesting with him around, was she?

“So I can what?” She seemed puzzled.

“You know...make a nest…” he mumbled. “Isn’t that what omegas are s’posed to do? I’ve heard Bruce makes them…”

Realization dawned on her and her jaw dropped a little. “Oh. I haven’t gotten to nest in...um...ever?” She laughed. “HYDRA never let me.”

“...oh.” Bucky cleared his throat.

“But now that I’m thinking about it, that might be nice.” She glanced around the room, already looking for a good spot. “Maybe there? Ooh, no, I don’t want it out in the open, do I? Or maybe I do…”

“Hey, FRIDAY?” Bucky asked.

“Yes, Seargent Barnes?” The robot replied, her voice sounding from somewhere in the ceiling.

Amoretta jumped. “Can she see us right now?”

“I monitor everything in this tower,” Friday said. “Tony has designed me to run all necessary systems.”

“Yeah, yeah. Tell someone we need more bedding. Blankets. Lots of ‘em.”

“I will let Miss Potts know right away, Seargent.”

“Thanks, FRIDAY.” He said, kicking his shoes off to rest his heels on the coffee table.

“Of course, Seargent Barnes.”

“So...you’re a Seargent?” Amoretta asked, making her way over to sit on the arm of the couch.

He stretched his arms back behind his head. “Seargent James Buchanan Barnes. World War II. I was with the 107th.”

“Is that how you know Steve?”

He smiled, his head. “Nah. We were always friends. Grew up in Brooklyn together.”

She sat up a little straighter. “Brooklyn?”

“Born ‘n raised, doll.”

“I wanna go!” She bounced down onto the cushion next to him, both hands pressing into his thigh as she suddenly leaned up towards his face. “Please?”

“Uh, sure.” He was a bit taken aback by her sudden movement, but he wasn’t complaining about how close she was now. “Mind tellin’ me why, though?”

“You mentioned it once.” She rubbed her nose against his neck, sighing happily as she scent of cloves filled her senses.

“...I did?”

“Mhm.” Amoretta snuggled up against his side, fitting next to him perfectly. “I don’t remember everything from back then, but I remember that.”

“What’d I say?” He brought on of his arms down to drape around her shoulders, hugging her closer.

“I think I asked you what kind of life we’d have outside of HYDRA.” She rested her cheek on his chest. “You told me we’d live in Brooklyn, in our own house. And…” she trailed off, blushing slightly.

“And what?” He asked, curious.

“You said we’d have lots of pups.” She chewed her lip, looking away from him in embarrassment. “It was probably just your rut talking, though, you know...i-if you don’t want that now, it makes sense. I mean, you’ve got this whole life now, and…”

She trailed off as she noticed that his chest was rumbling with a loud purr. When she finally brought her eyes back up to his face, she saw that he was watching her, features relaxed into a soft, thoughtful expression.

“Do...you want pups?” She asked, heart leaping hopefully.

“Always used to want a whole little family.” He pulled her up to straddle his lap. “Didn’t think I’d get the chance to, but now…hey, I never sired any for HYDRA, right?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Good.” He sounded relieved. “That’d be a fuckin’ nightmare.”

“They made sure my heat suppressants kept me infertile.” Amoretta said. “They didn’t have a program for breeding super soldiers ready yet.”

“Good.” He growled. “No pups of mine are ever gonna grow up in a place like that.”

She reached up, running her fingers through his hair. “You really want them now?”

“Course.” He pulled her forward, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing his face against her scent gland. “Maybe not, like, now, now, but…with you? I do.”

Amoretta’s eyes widened, a happy little keen leaving her throat. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that…”

Bucky tugged her back so he could face her. “I’m gonna court you properly. Do it right.”

“But you don’t need to—“

“I don’t care.” He interrupted. “I’m an old fashioned guy. I’m gonna court you.”

She grinned, a hand trailing down the side of his neck. “How old fashioned, exactly?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“Too old fashioned to have a little fun?” Her hand slipped down to press against his chest.

His purr turned into a growl, his hands moving to hold her hips. “Doll, all you gotta do is ask…”

Amoretta brought her lips to his ear. “Will you fuck me, Bucky Barnes?”

It only took a moment before his lips were on hers. He was gentle, but he was hungry, devouring her in a kiss that left her breathless and would have made her knees weak had she been standing. With his hands slowly sliding down to her ass, Bucky was perfectly content to take his time; he wanted to feel her, inch by inch, until he had memorized every curve and dip of her body.

Her skin was so soft beneath his callouses. He nudged her sweater up a bit, his hands slipping underneath it to grab at her tits. She couldn’t help but let out a whine against his lips when he brushed a thumb over her nipple, her nails digging into his shoulders as she held him.

When he broke away from the kiss, he gave her lower lip a sharp bite. “Bed. Now.”

Amoretta practically launched herself towards his bedroom, scrambling onto the bed without a second thought. Bucky followed at a much slower pace, enjoying the view as she shed her clothing.

“Hey, maybe I wanted to do that,” he teased, crawling over her. His lips found her neck, his fangs scraping her skin.

“I-I wanted to make it easier for you,” she gasped, back arching as he gave her scent gland a gentle bite.

“I wanna take my time with you, sweetheart.” His voice was husky and low, his breath hot against her throat. “I wanna enjoy every second…”

She sighed as he nipped and licked at her, her hands slipping under his shirt. Her fingers ran across his abs, feeling the way they flexed beneath her touch as he ground his hips into hers.

“You’re overdressed,” She said, tugging at his hem. “Let me see you.”

Bucky broke away from her neck and grabbed his shirt, shucking it off and tossing it behind him. “Better?”

“Much,” She hummed, taking in the sight of his naked torso.

“Good.” He took hold of her hips, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he made his way down to her pussy. “God, you smell fucking amazing…”

Amoretta trilled happily. “So do y—oh my god…”

His tongue was already lapping at her. She couldn’t remember anyone ever eating her out before, but Bucky seemed determined to make up for lost time. He acted like he was starving, sucking and nipping at her clit while he sank a finger inside of her.

Her hips bucked against him, his vibranium hand holding her down while his human hand played with her. She was already soaked, slick running down her thighs, and her scent was driving him wild.

“Fuck, I want you…” he growled, adding a second finger. “So wet, so willing…and you smell so delicious….” He inhaled slow and deep, savoring it. “I think I’ve missed this…”

“D-do you actually remember all the t-times you rutted with me?” Her voice hitched with little gasps as he stroked her inner walls.

“Yes and no.” He admitted, leaning his cheek on her thigh and looking up at her. “But I know this scent…”

“What scent—ah!” She bit her lip as he crooked his fingers a few times, warmth mounting in her belly. “K-keep going, I’m—FUCK!”

She shuddered as an orgasm rolled through her, electricity tingling in her limbs.

“The scent of my omega, all drippin’ wet, just for me.” He pulled his fingers away, licking them clean. “I wanna fuck you, doll…”

“Please,” she whimpered, scooting back up toward the pillows as Bucky stood.

Amoretta’s eyes were glued to his hands as they unbuckled his belt, his movements quick and determined. He was tired of waiting around. He wanted her now.

As he shoved his pants down off of his hips, she bit her lip again, rubbing her thighs together. She could remember how good he felt inside her, and as she thought about the way he always used to snap his hips into hers, she felt another trail of slick running down her legs.

At the sight of his cock, she was practically a waterfall.

Before he could get back to her, Amoretta was flipping over onto her hands and knees, presenting herself for him with her ass up in the air. She peeked back over her shoulder at him, watching as froze and then stiffened, a low, impossibly loud growl rumbling in his chest.

“Good girl,” he praised her, his cock already rock hard as he crawled across the bed towards her.

Amoretta gave a little wiggle, trying to convince him to hurry up. When his hands grabbed her hips and jerked her back against him, she squealed in surprise, the sound melting into a moan as he rubbed his cock against her.

“Please,” she whined. “Please, please just fuck me, Alpha, I need it…”

“How bad?” He leaned over her, nipping at her shoulder.

“S-so bad, please, just—“

She interrupted herself with another moan, her hands clutching at the sheets as Bucky finally gave her what she was craving so badly.

He pressed himself into her slowly at first, waiting to feel some resistance. She was so soft and warm that he almost came then and there, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as he forced his hips to still. Fuck, how could someone feel so good? Her pussy felt perfect around him, gently squeezing his cock as he pulled back out and then thrusted back in, already balls deep inside her. He could tell why he had liked her so much during his ruts, but he had no idea how he could have managed to fuck her for more than thirty seconds during one.

When he started moving again, Amoretta turned into putty. She was absolutely melting, angling her hips so that he could sink in deeper and deeper, slick running down her thighs.

“You like my cock, baby?” He asked, voice muffled by her neck as he dragged his lips over her skin. He wanted to be as close to her as possible, and he didn’t care if that meant both of them being a tangled mess of limbs and sweat. He just wanted her.

“Y-yes, Alpha,” she gasped, slowly sliding down until her chest was squished against the bed. He felt even better than she remembered, his cock rubbing against every single perfect spot inside of her. He was stretching her out comfortably, her slick providing more than enough lube to ensure that his size could never hurt her.

Fuck, he was perfect. He was made for her. They were made for each other.

Bucky was pressed against her back, shielding her with his entire body. He didn’t want anyone else to see his omega. The sight of her there, beneath him, taking his cock so well was for him and him alone, and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.

“Want me to fill you up?” He asked, licking her scent gland.

“Y-yes please,” she moaned, leaning her head back for him.

“Want me to breed you, over ‘n over, ‘til you’re full of pups?” He bit at her jaw.

“Yes!” She cried, whines and trills all flooding from her throat in a symphony of needy sounds.

“Say my name,” he panted, his knot already beginning to swell.

“B-Bucky,” she moaned as she felt it catch on her. Fuck, she had forgotten how good it felt to be stretched and feel it filling her.

He let go of her hips, his hand finding hers. “No, my real name…”

“J-James,” she gasped, intertwining their fingers together. “James…please knot me...”

That was it.

Hearing her gasping and moaning his name sent him over the edge, and before he could stop himself, he was exploding inside of her. He snarled, biting her shoulder again as he held her down, his knot locking him in place as he pressed his hips forward.

Amoretta sighed happily at the feeling, relaxing as Bucky’s weight fell onto her. He was panting hard, trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck,” he sighed, kissing the already-healing bite marks on her shoulder. “Sorry ‘bout the bites.”

Amoretta grinned at him as he helped her turn onto her side. “I like your bites.”

“Oh yeah?” He pulled her up against his chest, settling in to wait for his knot to go down once more. “I’ll remember that.”

“Super soldier, remember? Built to withstand you at your roughest.” She snuggled back.

“Guess I’ve got something to thank HYDRA for, after all.” He chuckled, drawing lazy circles on her hip. “You didn’t cum when I was inside you, did you?”

“No, but that’s fine.” She shrugged. “I did before.”

“That’s not enough,” he growled. “If my knot wasn’t so swollen right now, I’d be fucking you until your legs shake.”

“Is that a promise, Sergeant?” She asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“It is.”

“Well, then…” she held his jaw in her hand, leaning up to whisper in his ear. “I can’t wait for your knot to go down.”

[holylulusworld]

Courting

Title: Courting

Square Filled for @spnabobingo​​​ (Round 6): Opposites attract

Ship: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester

Rating: Teen

Summary: When a tall and handsome alpha moves to town, you do something no one would expect from an omega.

Warnings: angst, pining, courting, shy reader, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, sick reader, cuddling & snuggling, fluff

Word Count: 2,1 k

A/N: I found a cute headcanon about an omega courting for her chosen alpha on @omegaversethings​​ and turned it into a fanfiction. Thank you again. <3

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​​​​

You always were a ‘classic’ omega. Meek, silent and shy. You never dared to talk to a foreign alpha let alone introduce yourself to one.

But here you are, offering the new alpha in your neighborhood a homemade cherry pie. You hope Dean, that’s the name of the alpha giving you sleepless nights, will like it.

“Hi, uh-erm,” you stammer, eyes glued to the ground. “I know how it feels to be new in town and the neighborhood. I made a cherry pie. If you don’t like it, it’s okay.” Before the alpha can say anything you push the container with the pie in his hands to run off.

“What?” puzzled Dean watches you run toward your house. His eyes dart from the pie in his hand back to you struggling to unlock your door. “She just brought me pie…awesome.”

The alpha strolls back inside his house, grinning as you baked him his favorite pie. “Love me some pie.”

Over the next week, you spied on your neighbor. You tried to talk to him again, to give him more gifts but you’re not the only unmated omega in your neighborhood.

Last week Lisa offered her help with decorating his house.

Three days ago, Cassie parade along the street, wearing a skirt leaving little to nothing to your imagination, and right now, Bela tries to hit on Dean, purring for him.

You hate omegas like them as they always get the alphas you like. Being a shy omega, plain and meek, means a disadvantage when it comes to courting for an alpha.

“Not again, Bela-“ you growl low in your throat, rummaging in a paper bag. You bought random things for your chosen alpha to impress and court for him. “This one is mine…”

“Hi,” you whimper catching the tall alpha’s scent. You can feel his intense gaze on you and the heat creeps into your cheeks. “I-I,” for a second you look up at the alpha, give him a soft smile before you place a pair of socks in his hands.

“Hi,” he says but you are halfway on your way toward your house, whimpering as you can still smell his scent linger on your clothes.

“What?” Dean stands outside of his home, looks at the socks in his hands, puzzled. 

“Do you want to finish the kitchen now or not?” Sam asks, poking his head out of the door. “Dean? Is something wrong?”

“Last week she brought me a cherry pie and ran off, today it’s socks, with pie on them,” Dean huffs. “What’s going on?”

Sam starts laughing, he even holds his stomach at his brother’s puzzled expression.

“Dean,” Sam rolls his eyes at his brother’s question. “Did you really not realize you are being courted?”

“I get the pie, but why socks, Sammy? And since when do omegas court for an alpha,” Dean sniffs at the socks, growling low in his throat when he catches your scent. 

“Some omegas do court for an alpha. I just never thought Y/N would do so. She seemed to be shy and meek,” Sam smirks when Dean presses the socks to his chest. “Maybe you should talk to her?”

“Why? I got pie and socks,” Dean grins. “I will just wait for her to come back. Maybe she makes me food too.”

Watching Lisa talk to the alpha again you growl low in your throat. You waited patiently for Dean to come home and now that woman is chatting him up again.

“He’s mine,” you mutter. “Get your hands off my alpha. Can you just not be all over my alpha, all of you.” your hands ball into fists when Lisa giggles and her hands grip one of the tall alpha’s biceps.

“Hi,” you shuffle from one foot to the other, offering the container with food to the tall alpha. You still don’t meet his eyes, not even when he clears his throat.

“You know, you could just talk to me, Y/N,” chewing on your lower lip you lift your head to glance at the tall alpha. You don’t know why he knows your name, but your heart began to race when he said it. “Hi, I’m Dean and I liked your pie. What did you bring me today?”

“Uh-steak and green beans. Potatoes and sauce. I-I wanted to bring you pie too, but I can only carry one container,” nervously babbling you hand Dean the food, ready to run off again.

“Why don’t we share the food?” he offers, smiling softly. “You gave me all those nice things and I would like to-“ you dash toward your house, unbeknownst Dean just wanted to invite you. 

Your heart races and your head starts to spin when you slam the door shut to sink to your knees. 

“He-he talked to me,” you whine, sniffing at your hand. Dean brushed his fingers over your skin, and you can still scent him. 

Another day passes when you sneak toward Dean’s house. Right, when you try to knock he opens the door, offering a soft smile again. 

“Hi, Y/N,” he says, and you whimper when he says your name. “The food was delicious but I would’ve liked to share it with you. Why don’t you come inside?”

“I-I got a pie for you,” looking at the container with another pie and another pair of socks on top you bite your lower lip. “I hope you’ll like it.”

You try to hand it to Dean to run away once again but he steps outside, cups your face with two fingers to force you to look up at him. “Omega, come inside,” he says, and your heart does somersaults. “I want to share the pie with you. And,” he dips his head to catch your scent, “I cooked. Thought I should invite you over.”

“Y-you cooked,” you squeak when Dean moves his hand to your neck to brush your scenting gland. “I-I don’t know if I should-“

“Come inside, omega,” he says, voice deeper now, more commanding. You immediately drop your gaze and nod silently, knowing he just used his alpha voice. “I want to get to know you better, sweetheart.”

“O-kay…”

After you had dinner with Dean, you decided to think about better gifts. You assume he tried to be friendly and pay you back for your food, but you want him to know you courted for him.

“What can I bring him next?” pinching the bridge of your nose you sigh deeply. “Maybe new socks – no, I already did twice. Underwear – too obvious. Oh, maybe a hairbrush.”

A knock brings you out of your thoughts. You slowly get up, wondering who knocks at your door on a Sunday evening.

Sighing deeply, you make your way to the door, opening it to find Dean on your doorstep.

“Hi,” you gasp when Dean offers you a book and a chocolate box. “I wanted to come over and thank you for the delicious pie and food, and I’m wearing your socks.” He points at his feet. 

“A-are you-“ biting your tongue you look at the gifts in Dean’s hands. “Are you courting for me, alpha?”

“Thought you’ll never ask,” Dean grins, stepping closer to catch your scent. “Can we go out? I’d like to invite you for dinner, Y/N.”

“You are courting for me,” your heart flutters when Dean hands you the gifts. “Yes, uh-please. I’d like to go out with you, Dean.”

“How about Saturday?” he asks, demanding an answer. The alpha makes his interest known when he looks at your mating gland. “Omega?”

“Yes, I got time,” you nod eagerly, gifts pressed tightly to your chest now. 

“Awesome. I’ll pick you up at six,” he says, giving you a once over before he nods to himself. “I’ll be seeing you, Y/N.”

When he turns to leave you must stop your heart from racing. You watch him waltz toward his house, giving you a little show when he purposely stops at his mailbox to raise to his full height and rolls his shoulders.

“Damn,” you bite your lower lip, squealing when he turns around to give you a wink. “He’s so tall and handsome…and cocky. Oh-God-where-did-I-get-myself-into?” you babble, walking back inside your house.

“Omega, Y/N? Did you change your mind?” Dean mutters, knocking at your door. “It’s quarter past six.”

“Hi,” you cough, barely finding the strength to hold the door open. “’m sorry but I don’t feel good.” you whine, hating you must turn Dean down. “I got a terrible cold and I’m freezing and I’m hot all the time.”

“Jesus,” Dean immediately scoops you into his arms to carry you toward your couch. He looks you all over, presses one large palm to your forehead. “You’re burning up, sweetheart. I’m gonna help you out of your sweaty clothes. You’ll have a hot bath while I get you something, okay.”

“Uh-“ you sigh, eyes fluttering close, “you can’t see me naked, Sir…” you drift into sleep, mumbling something about pancakes when you suddenly feel like you are floating on air. “Wait!”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I will prepare the bath and you can undress. I’ll just go back to my house and get something for you. ‘K?”

Humming you rest your head against Dean’s shoulder, let him carry you upstairs to look for your bedroom. 

“Where’s your bedroom?”

“Second room to the left,” you whine, nuzzling your face in Dean’s shoulder. “I can’t scent you.”

“You’re sick, sweetheart. Lemme just get you comfortable, Y/N,” he ushers inside your bedroom, carefully places you onto the bed before he looks for your bathroom, cursing as you almost roll off the bed. “Careful, omega. Hmm…guess I must stick around…”

Dean came back when you finally made it out of your bathtub.

You barely had the time to walk out of your bathroom when he stormed into your bedroom, blankets, pillows, and a few of his clothes tugged under one arm while he balanced a bowl of chicken soup with his other hand.

“I changed the sheets and tried to get you my clothes, blankets, and anything fluffy I could find at my place. It’s not much, though,” you purr when Dean puts everything on your bed to create a safe nest smelling like him. “Lie on the bed and I’ll help you get comfortable. I brought you chicken soup.”

“Soup? You made me soup?”

“Uh-I asked my mom how to make it,” Dean shrugs, explaining his mother always made chicken soup for him when he was a boy. “Now let me help you, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to, Dean,” you sigh, snuggling into one of his soft plaids. “Smells like you, I like it.”

“Yeah, everything smells like me,” he purrs, watching you relax on the nest he made for you. “You’ll smell like me too.” Dean hides he feels his heart swell when you rub his scent into your skin.

The primal part, his alpha purrs in delight, loves that you are covered with his clothes and scent.

“I’m so tired…”

“You need to eat something first, sweetheart,” Dean insists. He helps you sit while you claw at one of his shirts. You press the fabric to your nose, inhale his scent deeply, finally purring when he sits next to you to feed you with the soup.

“I wanna sleep, Dean,” you protest but Dean pushes the spoon carefully past your lips, smirking when you swallow the warm soup.

“Good, isn’t it?”

“Good,” you cough. “And tasty…”

“I got my stuff for the next few days. Food. Clothes. Toiletries and my phone and laptop. I can work from home and take care of you,” Dean explains, while he covers you with a warm blanket. 

You are wearing one of his plaids, and he can’t help the smile creep onto his face when you snatch another from the nest to cradle it in your arms.

“I called in sick,” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

“Good,” Dean crawls under the covers, not missing your breath hitches in your throat when he lies behind you to bring you in his arms. “I’m gonna take care of my omega.”

“Your omega?”

“Mine,” he kisses your mating gland, purring when you tilt your head to grant him more access. “When you are healthy again, I’m gonna take you out, or make you dinner, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t think I got a chance,” you mumble. “I’m shy and meek, you are so—” 

“I like you are shy and sweet,” he noses his way along your neck, breathing you in. “You smell so good, like – home.”

“Home,” you whisper happily. “You smell like safety and adventure at the same time. Musky and like a warm apple pie.”

“Did I tell you I loved your pie?” Dean licks his lips, “I love me some pie. My omega bakes the best pies in the world.”

“Your omega,” you hum, liking the sound of it…

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Vogue morning routine

Y/N Y/N/L’s guide to effortless natural makeup

Summary: you are asked to do the Vogue Beauty Secrets video and your two boys decide to join the party

Word count: around 2000

Warning: none, just pure floof!

I apologize in advance if there are any spelling and/or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language (+ this is my very first fic)

HEADLINE Henry Cavill’s new girlfriend, designer Y/N Y/L/N reveals her everyday morning routine in recent Vogue video: Y/N Y/L/N shows off her secrets to the perfect fusion of European and Asian beauty.

You stood in the spacious bathroom of the hotel room, only wearing a big, fluffy, white robe, that was actually Henry’s. But since the man was in the gym, you took the opportunity to lend it and bathe yourself in his musky smell, that calmed your nerves. Last night you started panicking, thinking you would probably look stupid for the entire world to see, luckily Henry and Kal tried to calm you down with cuddles and kisses.

This was the first ‘interview’ you would do, being such a young, successful entrepreneur really caught the attention of the media. When you first started your small online shop, you never would have thought you would end up here. Five years later, with a steady income, the job you always wished for and the man you had a crush on since the first time you laid eyes on him. Being a creative, it really made your heart soar with happiness, seeing all your products, your babies, in new homes where they would make others happy.

You were really proud of yourself. Henry was as well, and he made sure you and everybody around you knew. You were apprehensive at first, being with such a well known actor, who was also much older than you, it made you nervous of what people would say, what the media would say. You didn’t want to tarnish Henry’s image. You knew there were people with a much bigger age gap, but still, people were ruthless. So you both decided to take it slow, being careful with going out in public and social media posts.

You stand in front of the large mirror, which had a camera attached to it and open up your makeup bag. Right before you went into the bathroom, you made yourself a nice cup of tea, trying to stay calm. “Hi! I’m Y/N and today I am going to show you my everyday makeup routine,” you say with a smile, “I am not a dermatologist so please don’t take what I say too seriously.”

You grab a small white washcloth and hold it up, so it was in the frame, “First, I am going to wash my face and put on a few drops of serum,” You dampen the cloth and wipe it over your face and neck. You put a few drops in the palm of your hand and pat them into your skin. “Now I going to use my jade roller to massage the serum into my skin. It’s quite funny seeing so many people use these nowadays. In ancient China they were mostly used by the elite to keep there skin ageless. They would call jade the Stone of Heaven. It’s really helpful for the people who wake up with a puffy face like me,” you chuckle.

Somethimes you’d wake up with puffy cheeks, which led to Henry calling you his chubby bunny in the morning.

“Just a quick tip, and this is for everybody, make sure you always use SPF. I personally use SPF 30 and this one is shine control, since I tend to get an oily skin, but you can also use a regular one or a foundation with SPF in it. Believe me when I say your skin will be thankful.”

You grab the small tube of sun cream and show the amount you’ll use. You even convinced Henry to wear SPF everyday. At first he said he didn’t think it would make such a big difference, but when he realised you were going to be the one to put it on him, he was convinced about its benefits and adamant to wear it everyday. After working the thick cream into your skin, you put on some lipbalm and rummage through the pouch in front of you. When you find the product you’re looking for, you hold it up. “Now, I am going to put on a bit of concealer, this one is from Maybelline. After this, I will use a lighter shade under my eyes and on my acne scars that I have here,” you point and circle around the small cluster of scars on the sides of your cheeks.

Before blending out the concealer, you smile at the lens and put in two bright yellow hairclips, to keep your dark locks from falling into your face. “I probably should have done this at the start,” you laugh. The nerves creeping up a little. It wasn’t that you where a shy person, but knowing thousands of people will watch this, did something to you. You were always a very easygoing person, who could talk with pretty much everybody. But knowing people were going to watch you do something so intimate in a way, and would probably comment on it, scared you a little. While you would be 100% yourself, doing something as mundane as getting ready. If they didn’t like you now, then they probably won’t like you later. And that was what made you so afraid.

The bathrobe falls a bit down your shoulder, but you ignore it, since your hair fell down your shoulders in big waves. “Okay, brows. I used to block them in really dark when I was younger, but now I try to keep a light hand. I’ll use this Got 2B Glued as a brow gel afterwards. The tails of my eyebrows tend to move if I don’t use a strong enough gel. If you’re Asian you will understand the struggle.”

You quickly finish your brows, put some bronzer on your face and eyelids and take out your liquid eyeliner. “Am I the only one that acts like I’m a beauty guru whenever I do my makeup? Like, I’m just acting as if I’m used to this, right now, but to be honest, I was really nervous to do this video for Vogue,” you admit, “they will probably regret asking me,” you chuckle. You finish your eyemakeup with curling your long lashes, thanks to your mother’s genes, and add a coat of mascara.

You take in a deep breath, excited to show everyone the product you had been waiting for. “The next thing I am really proud to show you guys, because I designed the packaging. This is the new limited edition blush and highlighter palette from Dior, which they created for Lunar New Year!” You beam with pride, holding up the elegant looking palette. It had a darker toned glossy finish and the borders were the traditional Chinese looking frames, which were 3D and were surrounded by a wild variety of peonies. In the middle of the lid was your Chinese calligraphy in big golden brush stokes that said ‘year of the Ox’, the clasp was designed so it resembled an antique Chinese coin and on the side hung a jade charm.

“You can pre-order this palette now, I think they will put a link-thingy in de description. I wish you all a happy and blessed Lunar New Year, 祝农历年新年快乐牛年大吉!”

Just as you’re about to add some blush to your cheeks, the bathroom door creaks open and a curly-headed, sweaty Henry pops his head in. Fresh from the gym, and were you thankful for his new intense workout, because he was truely a sight to behold. A cheeky smile graces his handsome face when he spots you in front of the mirror, only wearing his robe, which made his grin widen.

“what are you doing in here? Are you hiding from me? Playing hide and seek is it?” he teases and rakes his large hand through the tousled curls, but just as he’s done speaking, he sees the camera behind you, and blushes. “Oh, I didn’t know you were filming, I’m sorry darling,” he smiles and gives a small wave in the direction of the camera. You led out a giggle, cheeks turning red already, if he’d keep this up, you wouldn’t need to add blush. You couldn’t focus anymore, he looked so attractive, only wearing his black gym shorts and a tight dark blue tank top. Damn that camera, otherwise you would have jumped him. Henry, thought the exact same thing. Seeing you, only wearing his robe and your hair still a bit wild from this morning’s cardio, made him hold back a moan. Those two cute, yellow clips in your hair could have fooled him, because you were anything but innocent.

Before he’s about to close the door again, he blows you a kiss. But his actions are stopped when a big bear makes his appearance. Bolting past his dad’s legs, Kal comes into the bathroom. Henry tries to catch him but misses. The black and white akita excitedly sniffs his head around the sink, trying to see what you were up to with all the stuff lying on the marble counter.

“Kal!” Henry whisper-yelled, trying to stay hidden behind the door. But you could still see his massive body crouched down behind the wood. It was rather funny, seeing the large man so panicked about getting his dog to listen. It kind of reminded you of that one video from BBC were a professor was being interviewed and his baby and nanny showed up in the background. While Henry tried to get Kal’s attention, the dog just sat next to your legs, and smiled when you pet him behind his ear. He was your good boy.

You both knew there was no other option but to keep Kal here, once he saw you do your makeup, he wanted to watch and get his ‘makeup’ done as well.

Henry also saw the look in Kal’s eyes and let out a sigh. Might as well stay with his two loves. He stood up from his position and walked to you, wrapping his sweaty but oh so save body around your figure, and placed a prolonged kiss on the exposed skin just by your shoulder. So far for taking it slow… He pressed himself thighter against your back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and intertwined your hands, slowly rocking you two back en forth. “You look beautiful, my love,” he whispered, so only you could hear it, at least you hoped the camera wouldn’t pick that up. You let out a little giggle, like the inner schoolgirl you were whenever he was around you.

“Kal loves when Y/N does his makeup as well, don’t you boy,” Henry explains with a smile and looks down at the bear by your bare feet. Kal gives a small ruff and sweeps his tail eagerly. “Did you show them what you made,” he asked you with a wide smile, and looked straight in to the camera, “she worked really hard on that design, so I hope you all like it,” he declared proudly.

You ended up doing your makeup routine with your two boys in the background. Henry left for a few minutes to shower in the second bathroom your hotelroom had, and came back clad in a pair of light jogging trousers and a sweater. Even though you were inside, it was still a bit too chilly to walk around in short sleeves, being mid-winter and all. He just sat on the small wooden bench by the door, still in frame for everybody to enjoy and behold. His hair now damp. He was reading in a book and patiently waiting for you to get ready, occasionally looking up and laughing when you would wet your hands or Kal’s special makeup brush in the sink and pretend to do his makeup. The dog would bark excitedly and give you kisses. “Wow Kal, you look so pretty,” Henry told the big floof with the chuckle.

“Okay, this was my -somewhat- everyday makeup routine! Thank you guys for watching this chaotic mess, hope you laughed a bit, bye-bye, 再见!” How do those vlogger end their videos? Smash like and subscribe?

Behind you Henry looked up from the pages of his fantasy book and arched his brow, “Hey! No shout-out for your special guests? See you all next time!”

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Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

Yoonoh woke up on a strange bed, the mattress stiffer than the one he had back home. He refused to open his eyes, fearing that the daylight would worsen his headache.

“Wake up, sunshine.” He groaned, all the memories from the past night hitting him like a truck. “Come on, I made breakfast.”

His eyelids finally fluttered open, frown softening at the sight of you in a messy bun and your cute pajamas.

“How come you look so fresh?” The dark circles under his eyes had deepened in the span of a few hours. Thank God he didn't have to work that day.

“I always look fresh.” You seemed to be more comfortable around him. Perhaps it was because you had to tuck him in last night. “Up.”

You tugged both of his limp hands, forcing him to sit up.

“What did you cook? It smells nice.” He scrunched up his nose like a little kid.

“Eggs, bacon, and hash browns.” Fast as lightning, he got up from bed. On his way to the kitchen, he noticed the blanket hanging from the edge of your sofa. Disappointment pinched his heart.

“Why didn't you sleep with me? You would've been more comfortable.”

You set two plates on the small table, pulling the pan out of the stove to serve them.

“You spread yourself all over the bed as soon as I laid you down.” You lied successfully. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you weren’t that comfortable yet.

You let the pan down on the kitchen counter, taking a seat in front of him.

“Do you still want to visit my father?” Sparkling orbs stared at him timidly, fearing his answer would be negative.

“I mean…” You hummed, trying not to give it as much importance. “I do want to go!” He quickly corrected himself, frantically shaking his hands. “It’s just that I don't want to meet your father like this.” He pointed at his bed hair, which had only become messier since he woke up.

“You’re acting like he's gonna see you.” There was a slight bitterness in your tone, along with a fake grin.

“Alright, let's do this instead...” Yoonoh sat up straight, clearing his throat as if he were about to give a speech. “We’ll have breakfast, you'll shower quickly, and then we’ll drive to my house so I can fix myself. How does that sound?”

“So I'm finally gonna see your mansion? How exciting.” You kicked his leg teasingly under the table, his cheeks inevitably dipping as he tried to suppress a smile. “I bet you have some peacocks in your backyard.”

“And there's also a dolphin in my pool.” He let out a hearty laugh, extending his arm over the table to grab your hand.

His house was most definitely not what you expected.

It was about the size of the one you grew up in, the decoration inside minimalistic. There were no expensive paintings framed with pure gold, only pictures of him and his family. There was a small backyard you could access through the French door in the kitchen. Half of it was occupied by a greenhouse.

“I had to donate the peacocks to the zoo.” He whispered as you looked through the glass door, squeezing your shoulders with his slim fingers.

“What a shame.” Hesitantly, he wrapped both of his limbs around your torso, letting his chin rest stop of your head. Your heartbeat was thumping loudly against your chest. Yoonoh surely felt it but decided not to comment on it.

“There’s a Tv in my room in case you want to watch something while I shower.” A hint of mischief adorned his honey-like voice. “Or you can come in and watch me instead.”

“Stop!” Your elbow connected with his ribs out of pure panic, making him bend in pain with his hands covering the injured spot.

“It was a joke...” He whispered, teeth gritting together.

I made him mad, you thought. Should you escape or face the consequences of his anger? All thoughts erased from your mind as he grabbed your calves, lifting you over his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You hit his back with closed fists, unable to see the expression on his face. “Yoonoh!”

He went up the stairs, proceeding to enter his room and throw you on his bed. Thousands of dirty scenarios crossed your mind before he threw himself on top of you, crushing your bones under his muscular body.

“My...ribs...”

“Oh, sorry, what is that?” To make matters worse, his fingers tickled your sides, provoking a fit of desperate giggles to escape your mouth. “I’m not hearing an apology.”

“Sorry! Sorry!” His hands finally stopped, giving you time to breathe. Nonetheless, he remained laid on your chest, using his forearms to lift his weight. “Aren’t you gonna shower?”

“I like you.”

The confession was so sudden, so raw it took you some time to finally react. But you had no words to give him an answer, instead, you combed your fingers through his long hair, massaging his scalp while waiting for him to speak up again.

“I never thought I'd be feeling more than friendly affection for you. Our agreement doesn't include love, after all. But I've started feeling like a teenager all over again. I can't help but get excited whenever you call me. Do you know how sweet your voice sounds through the phone?” He sighed, discouraged at your lack of response. “I guess you're not there yet.”

Instead of verbally answering, you planted a sweet kiss on his head, right where small, grey hairs had started growing.

“I’m not good with words.”

“That’s alright.” He snuck his hands under your back, holding you tightly as a sudden need to nurture you took over him. The mature image he had of you faded in less than a second, leaving behind a young, troubled woman. “I’ll shower quickly so we can go see your pops. I bet we’ll get along just fine, maybe even go golfing when he wakes up.”

“I forgot you're almost the same age. Creepy.” He smiled, though uneasiness started steering in his guts.

“Does that bother you?” He asked without giving it a second thought.

“I don't know yet.”

(...)

The man with high cheekbones and bruised skin laid limp on the hospital bed. Yoonoh had been working on his case for about a month, yet, it only started feeling real the moment he entered the room.

“This is my dad.” All emotions had escaped your eyes as if your soul wasn't there anymore. Only an empty shell.

“You look so much like him.” he was afraid touching you wouldn't be the right thing to do, so instead, he said: “He seems like a suitable golf buddy.”

Tension finally loosened its grip around his body as you snorted, pigment returning to your cheeks. Finally, he wrapped his hand around yours.

“He will wake up, y/n.”

“He’s taking his sweet time.” You glanced back at the laying figure, skinnier with every day he spent asleep. “I want someone to pay for taking away the last person that loved me.”

The last person that loved you. Would Yoonoh be able to fill that spot? Not yet, probably. He couldn't modify the depth of his feelings, but he could surely give you the vengeance you longed.

“Do you trust me?” With your eyes still glued to your father, you nodded. “Then I can assure you we’ll win the case.”

“I know we will.”

He sat silently with you, holding your hand without saying a word. The smell of alcohol and the beeping noise of machines made him nauseous. He hated hospitals. You noticed the change in his demeanor, his hand becoming cold while holding yours with strength.

“Do you wanna go?”

“No!” He smiled through the pain, scooting his chair closer to lay your hand on his lap.

He wouldn't agree to get his ass off the plastic chair. You had to tell him you were hungry for him to finally stand up, still clutching your hand like your father did when you were still a kid. His parental behavior caused several emotions to stir inside your guts, so mixed up you couldn't quite put a finger on any of them.

“What do you want to eat?” The tension finally left his body once out of the building.

“Soup.” You smiled while swiping your thumb on top of his knuckles. “I know a place, but to be honest, it isn't good. So we can go to the store and get the ingredients to- but you can't cook.”

“I’m up for a cooking lesson if you are.” He wanted to see your pretty smile again. Maybe making a fool of himself would help. “Let’s hit the road.”

“Wow, so cool.”

“I know.”

(...)

“Can you grab that can of chicken broth?” You pointed at the high shelf, letting go of Yoonoh’s hand to allow him to move freely

“I have a better idea.” He dragged you by the arm so you were standing in front of him, trapped between his body and the shelf. “I’ll lift you so you can reach it.” Matching his words, his hands grasped your waist, ready to carry you.

“Stop!” You slapped his hands repeatedly between giggles. Ignoring your complaints, he started lifting you. “Yoonoh!”

“Yoonoh?” A feminine voice had him placing you back on your feet in less than a second.

“Seryeong, I didn't expect to see you here.” His hands remained seated on the curve of your waist.

“Neither did I. I was surprised when Sungchan told me you'd left early yesterday.” She seemed a bit older than you but still younger than the man behind you.

“I had some matters to take care of.” She eyed you from head to toes with a smug grin plastered on her lips. Just by the look of her clothes, you could tell she was as wealthy as Yoonoh. You feared the scene would turn into a tv worthy drama.

“I’ll go get the chicken breast.” You tried escaping his grip, only to be pulled closer to his warmth.

“No need to. It's already inside the cart.”

Why am I so dumb?

“Does your father know about your little girlfriend?” She asked without hesitation.

“I guess.”

“And why didn't he tell me anything?” She cocked an eyebrow, his hands finally loosening around your body and allowing you to move from your position.

“Look, this is something you should talk about with him. Now, if you excuse us...” With a hand on your shoulder, he began pushing the cart to the next aisle, the chicken broth long forgotten.

“Is this some kind of arranged marriage situation?”

“Something like that.” His hands were tense while holding the cart, knuckles turning white from the strength used. “Before you start asking, I'm not really in the mood and I don't want to direct my bad mood toward you. Let's talk about something else, alright?”

Who was that woman that had the power to turn him into a literal raging ball of fire with just a few words?