#I have been hunched for the majority of a couple days

[whismann]

Help I have been working on this for like almost 3 days straight and there’s something off about it

It’s kind of annoying but also this is probably one of the best things I’ve done in a while

#hilda netflix #hilda the series #digital art #artwork #johanna hilda #hilda season 3 #art #i swear a have a hunchback now or sum #I have been hunched for the majority of a couple days #not very good #Johanna is becoming that one character that I draw and no one else #not mad but #idk #this is so messy #I am that stupid that I did ALL of the colour on the same layer #this took way too long #I give up on life #it’s so green

[chloeangelic]

Belong to me, I: Chosen  

Line cook Joel x waitress reader

Line cook Joel AU masterlist

Summary: You desperately want a baby and hope that your grumpy coworker will help make your dream a reality.

Warnings:  Smut, yearning, mild angst, age gap (Joel is 40, reader in her late 20s), mild brat taming, creampie, breeding kink, size kink, description of glass related injury/blood, social smoking, dom Joel (not degrading), ovulation sex, unprotected PIV, mutual pining, rough sex, size kink, ass play.

A/N: Posted a day early cause of the overwhelming response on the masterlist🥺🤍 I'm turning this into an AU that I can post to at random and just kinda use as a creative free space like I did with this, so there will be more parts :))

Word count: 4.8k Rating: 18+

You had a dream one night. 

A dream that you were holding a child, your child, a little baby who came from you, whose home was your body for the overwhelming majority of her life. You held her in your arms, cradled her, ran the very tip of your finger over her little nose, stroked her soft cheek and looked into her eyes, seeing yourself in their reflection. 

You had dropped her off at your friend’s house to watch her while you went and visited your parents, but when you returned, you could not find her. You searched and searched, asked every person you came across if they had seen her, but nobody had. And when you woke up, you felt that same gut wrenching anxiety over your missing child that you felt in the dream. Like she was still out there, but you had no way of getting to her.  

And ever since then, you’ve felt a vacancy in your heart somehow, a pull towards something intangible, something you know you will love and cherish with your whole heart and take care with all the energy you can muster, as soon as it is in your hands. 

Yearning. 

A deep, almost excruciating yearning for a baby, the baby in that dream, a baby you will not have anytime soon if you are dependent on the presence of a husband or even a boyfriend to provide you with one. For as long as you can remember, you have wanted to be a mother, and it feels as though your opportunity is slipping through your fingers, even at your young age, as you watch friend after friend go off with their significant other and establish families, and you’re still single, not even looking for a special someone.

You want what they have, unbearably so, and have gotten to a point where you think you might crumble if you never get the chance to raise a child, but the idea of dating does not appeal to you, and you would rather just do it all yourself. 

One time your friend asked you, “If someone put a gun to your head and told you that you have to have a kid with someone right now, who would you choose?”. You didn’t have an answer at the time, but you do now. It’s been simmering in the back of your mind for a while; the answer to that question. You’ve been thinking about it a lot lately, about how it feels like the right time for you to have this baby you so desperately want. 

During the afternoons and evenings, you serve tables at a busy restaurant downtown. It’s not the world’s most interesting job, but you think you’re generally well liked at that establishment, you’re friends with everyone, and the shifts go by relatively quickly. 

You walk in through the large doors, waving to Maddy as she escorts a couple to their table, swinging past the bar stools, making your way to the back office to take off your jacket and slip into your heels, giving your hair a quick look over in the mirror before you walk into the kitchen.

And there he is - the answer to your friend’s question. Too tall for the countertops and always hunched over, too broad for the narrow hallways at the back of the house. Big, very big, so muscular, with shoulders and biceps so large you wonder if he spends all his free time working out. Grumpy, never in what one would call a 'good mood', convinced that approving or disapproving grunts count as full answers when someone asks him something. 

Joel, a scowling and silent mountain of a man. 

Sometimes you sneak out during his break just to chat him up behind the restaurant, even stealing smokes from your coworker to give him a reason to spend more time with you. His scent is intoxicating every time you sit there huddled next to him, especially when it’s cool out and you shove your entire body into the side of his arm and his thigh, his skin as hot as a furnace.

Even his sweat, at the end of the worst shift one can possibly imagine, smells good. He smells like cologne and fresh laundry and what you presume to be combo shampoo and body wash considering he doesn’t give much of a fuck about anything that isn’t his daughter and he’s not exactly what one would call vain.  

It seems, however, as if he gives a little bit of a fuck about you.

Sometimes it even feels like he looks out for you. 

And you wouldn’t have had this suspicion had it not been for the fact that you brutally cut your hand on a shard of glass a few months back when a vase tumbled and you stupidly tried to catch it. You looked at your bloody hand, heard the snap of Joel’s fingers and a few commands before you were suddenly in his truck on the way to the ER.

He sat there with you, pressing a wad of gauze to the cut until you were called in by the doctor, waited until you came out, then stopped at the pharmacy to get an excess of things you might need, and drove you home. He even stayed with you until you were fed and passed out watching a movie on your couch. 

After that day, you’ve felt like his eyes are always on you, his scowl seeming more concerned than menacing, his hands suddenly there to catch you every time you’re about to trip over yourself. Something about the feeling of being protected by him has made your heart and ovaries twist around themselves, making that yearning for a baby incredibly urgent.

You want his baby now, whether he’s present or not, and you’ve decided that you’re gonna ask him for a little favor when ovulation comes around and you feel slick and needy and desperate for his come. 

Which just so happens to be tonight. 

The restaurant seems to get busier the second you step into the dimly lit lounge, sending you back and forth between the kitchen and your tables more times than you can count, trying to think of how to formulate yourself, how not to scare him off. 

You eventually check the time and see that it’s close to Joel’s usual forced break time, and decide that you might as well take your own break now too, needing to speak to him as soon as possible. So you hear the clicks of your heels as you nearly run through the kitchen, grab the lighter from the office and push open the doors to see him already sitting there outside, his face tilted up so the sun hits his skin and bounces off the silver in his otherwise brown hair. 

“You mind?” you ask as you close the door, and he nods for you to sit down next to him, already reaching down to commit coworker theft. It always feels casual, calm, even relaxing in some way, to sit out here with him, but tonight you’re on the edge, knowing he’ll never speak to you again if your request falls flat. 

He puts the cigarette between his lips and looks at you while he waits for you to light it, but your hands tremble around the lighter as you try to hold it up. His eyes narrow for a moment, then his hands come up to hold around yours, making them disappear under his large palms, holding them steady and looking into your eyes until the flame catches and he pulls back. “What’s on your mind?” he asks, his accent slurring the words together slightly.

You have a speech ready, an explanation about this longtime want and need and yearning to become a mother, a rationale for why you’re ready, why you want to do this as a single woman in her late twenties, an excuse for why you don’t want to go to a clinic and find a donor who’s a Harvard graduate in his early thirties.

Why it is you want him, Joel, to be the one to give this to you, and how he doesn’t have to do anything, emotionally or physically or financially, when you finally get what you want. 

But your plan falls flat as you open your mouth, your gaze locked to his dark eyes. “I wanna have a baby” is all that comes out, breathy and longing and absolutely not casual like you planned. 

You watch as he flicks the ashes off the cigarette and takes a drag, looking at you with an unreadable expression, then exhaling away from you before he says, “Sweetheart.. The fuck does that gotta do with me?”. 

You roll your eyes at him, never threatened or intimidated or insulted by his tone. There is something you find oddly charming about his ability to be grumpy for hours on end and seemingly never cheer up, any pleasant surprise met with the raise of his eyebrows and a slow nod. “I wanna have a baby, now, I don’t wanna wait to meet some prince charming and get married and do all that shit.. I’m happy raising it by myself, I-”

“And?” he asks then, the creases around his eyes getting deeper as a look of confusion creeps up on his face, “Why exactly are you tellin’ me this and not your girlfriends?”. You take a moment to figure out how to damage control, how to reel the situation back in and not scare him off any more, while you watch the smoke rising from between his two fingers, one thick arm resting over his knee. 

“I want you to get me pregnant, Joel” you finally say, running your hand up his thigh, unable to cover the expanse of it with your fingers splayed out, and the feel of his muscle tensing under your hands makes you clench around yourself, warm wetness starting to seep out into your panties, “Please? I promise I won’t waste your time”. 

He’s frozen, looking at your innocent expression and the subtle slouch in your shoulders. It’s too fucking hard to resist you, your doe eyes and little pout, and there’s something in your tone that makes his shock die down quickly, getting replaced by a strange feeling of flattery. A feeling he’s not used to. Not to mention the disbelief he feels at the prospect of you wanting to get in bed with him.

He can surely find it in himself do this for you without getting attached, without worrying about this child day in and day out, or about you. He hopes he can, hopes that he's too old to worry now. He won’t bother you, he’ll stay out of your business unless you need something. It’s an act of kindness from him, really, and it’s about time he does something nice for someone other than Sarah, who’s been the only one on the receiving end of all his care and love for the past sixteen years. Besides, you're a nice girl, why wouldn't he want to do something for you? 

And more importantly, why on earth would he pass up the opportunity to fuck you? To have you under him, to see what’s hiding beneath those black pants stretched to their absolute limit by the thickness of your ass, to hear what you sound like when you come, to know what you taste like, to know how your lips feel on his, not just on his cheek when you thank him for putting food aside for you. 

You’re too pretty and too young for him, he knows that, he’s known that since the first time he felt that little flutter in his chest at the sound of you calling his name. Now all he can do is cook for you, leave it under tightly wrapped aluminum foil on the desk in the back office so it stays warm, knowing you’ll look for it there when you run away from your shift in search of something to eat, with a post it note on top, your name sharpied on it, waiting for you.

Just like he waits for you, waits for the moment he sees you every day and hears you say his name again. Hey Joel, the same as always, nothing special, but bubbly when everyone else seems intimidated by him.

He has a little crush on you, a massive one actually, one he hates to admit that he's had for a while now. Ever since you sat out on the stoop behind the restaurant with him for the first time and shared a cigarette you stole from Jermaine. The guy thinks he hides the pack well, but sometimes when Joel comes out to get some air and you’re the only other one who shared the idea, you fish it out from under the steps and slip one out, seldom enough to where he’s sure not to notice. 

You teased him for something that first time, and he can’t remember what. A year has gone by, but the sound of your giggle at his disapproval has rattled around in his mind every day since. You frequently tease him, wait for him to roll his eyes, then attempt to tickle him before he grabs your wrist and holds it tight until his break is over, and he pulls you up to your feet, with his other hand on your waist, letting you in the door first before he shuts it behind him.

One time, when he held your eyes for a little longer than normal, he considered asking you out, but thought better of it and closed his mouth as soon as it opened. He wonders why you're single, how it's possible for a man not to want to make you his, why-

“Fuck”, he jumps a little as he lets go of the cigarette and flicks his wrist frantically, trying to soothe the part of his fingers burnt by the ashes creeping down to his skin as he sat there speechless and not paying attention.

“Well?” you ask as if nothing happened, watching his muscles flex under his t-shirt, “What do you say?”.   

“Jesus” he whispers, a contemplative shake of his head as his eyes dart around. He should ask why you want him to do it, should suggest every other dumbass working in this place, should tell you no, that he’s too old for you and you’re too beautiful and full of life and too good for this place. But he can’t find it in himself to pass up this chance, and he knows he would fuck you right. He would be good to you. He wants to be good to you.   

“That’s all you want?” he asks dryly, then a long exhale, staring into your eyes, “You want me to fuck you?”. Ten years ago he might’ve been more subtle, but he's lived too much since then, and trying to find ways to sugarcoat what needs to be said feels like a waste of his time. The sound of his deep voice makes you shudder.

“I just need you to come inside me,” you purr, nervous as hell all of a sudden, wrapping your finger in his hair, ”And I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time, so.. You can do whatever you want to me”. He glances at your lips as you talk, shoulders shifting under his t-shirt and a swallow passing through his throat. “So you’ll do it?” you ask after a moment. 

He’s not passing up on this chance, already half hard at the mere idea of being inside you and counting how many goddamn seconds he has left on his shift. All he does is nod in response, his eyes going a little wide. “Thanks, Joel” you say then, as you stand up and brush off your pants, “I’ll send you my address, I need you over tonight, okay?”. You lean down to place a kiss on his cheek and disappear back inside. 

He stays sitting out there a few minutes longer than he’s supposed to, regretting not jerking off in the shower that morning, running his hand down his face and trying to figure out how he can make himself last longer than a minute. 

-

More than anything, it’s strange to see him like this, to see a new side of someone you’ve been around so much. It’s difficult to conceptualize the side of him that is private, intimate, personal. You've thought about him as just a man sometimes, not a coworker, and wondered what he might be like in situations like these. In bed. You wonder if you’ll see him differently after this, if it’ll be impossible to look him in the eyes at work when you’ve felt the size and shape of his cock, when you know what he sounds like when he comes, how he tastes, what he likes. 

“So, uh-” he says, as you sit on his lap with his feet planted on the floor at the edge of your bed, “What's the best way to do this?”. He corrects himself after a second, “How do you wanna do this?”. He has his hands around your waist, big and warm, and your arms are wrapped around his neck as you lightly tug at his curls.

“I didn't really think that far” you giggle, and he chuckles softly, likely picking up on your nerves.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asks then.

“Um, yeah, sure” is all you manage to say before you feel his hand around the back of your neck, holding the weight of your head as he kisses you like you've never been kissed before. The scratch of his mustache against your skin is oddly soothing, and his lips are soft, his tongue molten and slippery as it sweeps into your mouth. You exhale into him until your lungs are empty, becoming entirely pliant in his hold, one hand steadying your back as you try to keep from collapsing into his chest. 

A whimper escapes your throat, and he whispers, I got you, as he lays you down on the bed and rests his weight on his elbows, hovering over you and spreading your legs. His clothed cock pushes into you as he rolls his hips, forcing more of those little whimpers out and you can feel your pulse deep down where you buck your hips to grind on him. 

He undresses you carefully, not leaving a single item of clothing on, wanting to see your naked form. He rolls you onto your stomach and takes the opportunity to let his hands and lips and tongue explore every part of your backside, from your ankles to your ass to your shoulders, giving a little extra attention to your plush cheeks, that he pulls apart and then lands a swat to on one side, making you giggle as he soothes his hand over the mark, already starting to sting from his strength. 

You roll onto your back again and start to claw at his shirt. He reaches back to pull it off, revealing the muscular upper body you’ve wondered about for what seems like forever - years, now. A strange smile tugs at your lips as you look at him, at his arm flexing as he opens your knees to spread your legs, and he leans down to kiss you as he drags his knuckles up and down your center. 

He pushes two fingers into you and you moan, loudly, too loudly. He shushes you, kisses you again as you writhe under him and grind against his hand until he finds the right spot, the one that makes you arch your back and start begging him to fuck you. He slides his fingers out and looks down to see a thick, glossy string hanging between his two of his digits, raising an eyebrow in what you assume is awe. “Told you I needed you tonight” you purr.

He huffs a little in response, “I can tell”. 

He immediately finds your clit with the pads of his fingers, and rubs, slowly then fast, slowly then fast, as he unbuckles his belt with his other hand and shucks off his jeans, then his boxers, and lays on your side with his hard cock resting against your hip.

You start to squirm as he pushes his thick fingers inside you again, curls them a few times and slips them out, going back to massage your clit. “I know” he coos, “You want more, huh?”. All you can do is moan and nod, feeling your orgasm starting to pool at the bottom of your spine. 

“It's okay, just let me take my time with you”, he rubs you a little faster, firmer, as he watches your breathing get erratic, “Wanna fuck you right”. He wants to watch you come, has been fantasizing about it for such a long time, wants to see it and hear it and feel it. “I’m gonna give you my cock soon, okay?” he murmurs, “Don't want it to be painful for you, my girl, need you to come for me first”. And something about his words gives you the last push you need, making you come as you whimper his name over and over. 

He gets between your legs then, knocking his knee against yours to open you up, and leans over, taking his cock in his hand and nudging the leaking head into your opening. You can feel your thick, slippery wetness spill onto him, and you hear him grunt, fisting his length a few times with your slick and pushing in slowly, stretching you obscenely and filling you to the brim before he’s fully inside.

You shouldn’t be surprised at the overwhelming size of it, considering how he towers over you and is the only person you know who makes you feel tiny, but his cock rubs against every soft spot inside you and stimulates every nerve in your body, reaching a depth nobody has ever touched before.

He fucks you with deep strokes, reaching all the way to the end of you before he withdraws halfway and pushes back in, breathing hard and squeezing his hands around your hips so tightly you can feel the marks forming. You need him even deeper. “Harder, Joel, please, please“ you beg, “I’m so fucking wet and you feel so good, I- please, oh god, please”. Your voice is filled with desperation, and he wants to hear it every day for the rest of his life, the sound of you on your knees for him, wanting him and everything he can give you. 

“Relax.” he says sternly, shoving you into the mattress with a thrust and holding you there with his strong hands, trapping you under him and forcing you to stay still as his cock slides in and out smoothly.

“I can’t, just hurry up, please, fuck me faster, I need it” you nag then, whiny and annoying, snapping your fingers.

He pauses then, leans over to stare down into your eyes, “Do you want my come or not?”. 

“Ugh, yes”, you groan, letting out a few soft grunts as you try to shift around in his grasp and push down onto him harder somehow.

“Settle then”, his voice is stern again, commanding but patient, as if he has all the time in the world.

“Come on, Joel”, you stretch your back and try to escape his gaze, digging your nails into his shoulders and feeling your walls fluttering around him.

His hand wraps around your throat then, and his face is close to yours, that dark gaze unrelenting and demanding your attention. “Settle down” he says calmly, and holds you pinned right there until he feels your body relaxing, your slick dripping down his shaft and your nipples tickling his chest. 

He flips you over and pulls you up and onto your knees, arms stretched out over your head as he slides all the way into you and the pressure on your cervix makes you try to squirm away. A useless endeavor. His hands rove around your ass cheeks and you hear a quiet shit above you, followed by an equally low fuck me as he squeezes your flesh, pulls it apart, then spits onto your asshole. 

You feel him smear it into your skin with his thumb, whining at how he teases you, pushing his thumb into your tight hole slowly while he jacks himself with his other hand. You plead again, a long, drawn out please, Joel, then another oh god, please, a last more, more for good measure, and then he’s pushing the head of his cock into you, filling you with his thickness and finally inching his thumb into your ass. The intensity is overwhelming, and your eyes roll back as another orgasm nears. 

“Give me one more, baby, come on” he coos as he reaches around and rubs your clit.

You respond, barely coherent and not wanting him to stop, “I don't- I don’t think it'll determine if it takes or not.. How many times I c-come”.

He gives you a few strokes, overwhelming and hard and squelching with your arousal before he says, “I read in a fuckin’ article that it helps, or, I don’t know, something”.

You shift your eyes around a little, wanting to laugh, “You read an article saying that orgasms increase your likelihood of conceiving?”. 

“Just shut up and let me make you come, sweetheart,” he drawls, “Stop talkin’ so much”. His voice is low and husky as he rubs the back of your hip with one thumb and the other sinks deeper into your ass as you tighten around it.

“Why?” you ask, breathy and whiny, “All I need is your come, I- I’m not expecting-”.

He cuts you off quickly, whispering, “Jesus…”. 

“I’m not gonna have sex with you if you don't enjoy it, okay?” he says, “So just shut up and take my cock like a good girl, I know you can, I know you want it”. His hand snakes up to find your tit, squeezing it before rubbing your nipple with two of his fingers. 

“Besides, I know it makes you feel good, you can't hide it," he runs his palm down your back, smacks your ass firmly, then grabs it tight to stop the recoil, “You're about to soak my cock, I can tell.. Gettin’ all tense and shit”. He lifts your torso with his hand on your sternum, pulling you up and into him, shoving his face into your neck so you can listen to his growls while he fucks you.

Your orgasm hits you quite suddenly, and your head falls onto his shoulder as you pant. “How does it feel when I make you come? Huh, little bunny?”. You can’t answer, too blissed out and too fucked out to think, only mustering up a mumbled, uhhh. “Use your words now” he says, and flips you onto your back. 

He lines himself up and slams back in, folding your legs and pushing your thighs into your chest as he pounds you, “Come on, baby, tell me, how’s it feel to come all over my cock?”. You grab at the muscles of his arms, his shoulders and his chest, trying to get words out but only managing an incoherent mess of moans. So good, Joel, so good, you whimper. 

Then he wraps your legs around his waist and slips his arm under your back, and supports himself on his fist right beside your head, lifting you up to pound you harder, deeper, with more force as his thrusts gradually slow down and he breathes heavily, staring down at how your tits slide up and down your chest. “Say you want me to come inside you”, his voice is strained, and you can tell he’s holding back by the way his cock twitches. 

You take a deep breath, and coo, as softly as you can, “Want you to be my baby daddy, Joel”, and watch his face contort, his eyes closing and feel his arm tightening its grip around you. You moan a little, eyes rolling back at the intensity. “Come inside me, please,” you beg, “Wanna be full of you, want you to give me a baby, your baby”.

He groans at that, then pulls you up into his chest so closely you can feel the sweat dripping down from his hair and onto your skin, and his cock pulsating as he fills you with his come. You can tell it's a lot by how he throbs inside you incessantly, and moans, long and ragged, while he digs his face into the crook of your neck.

He lifts your hips up, staying buried inside you, and shoves a pillow under you as a mix of his come and your slick runs down between your asscheeks, onto the cover. He wraps his hand around your throat again and growls, into your ear, “You’re mine now, little thing, all mine”.

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[disneyprincemuke]

oscar's girl * ls2

logan never thought he would meet the girl that broke oscar’s heart

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

notes: guys ive been writing this since 10pm girl it's mf 4am now please sue me i'm sorry this was a long wind up im sorry but dont worry i will be writing a part two HELL YEAHHHH

(logan's girl) // |(f1 masterlist)

oscar and logan, logan and oscar. that's how it's been since they had run into each other during a karting weekend in the uk a couple of years ago. oscar had approached him with a toothy grin and a packet of candy after seeing logan walk around by himself for weekends at a time.

maintaining the friendship isn't the easiest of feats: logan lives in south florida, while oscar lives on the opposite side of the globe in melbourne. they don't see each other for very long, and very often in a year. but, it always feels like no time has passed when they get together after months of separation.

but being apart for the majority of the year means the window they've got to keep an ongoing conversation is small. but their string of texts has always come in consistently every day, responses from the other flooding in the early hours of the morning and sometimes in the dead of the night.

that was, until, logan woke up one warm thursday morning to an empty and dry phone. he brushed it off, taking it that oscar just had a long day at school. perhaps too much had happened in the day to simply text at the end of the day. so he went to school as he usually did with his best friend in the back of his mind.

but one day turned into two, and suddenly he hadn't heard from oscar in almost a week.

logan had sent one follow-up text. a simple 'hey' to nudge oscar into a response. which did help, because him and oscar surprisingly texted for a short thirty-minute window before the australian called it quits on their conversation to get some sleep for the next school day.

until oscar goes radio silent again for the next three days. so, he goes to the one other person in oscar's life that he knows personally.

"hey mum," logan starts, walking into the kitchen hesitantly. he's been dancing around the idea of asking his mum for help to see if oscar's even still alive and has not been replaced by some clone that's somehow less chatty than the one he said goodbye to at the airport four months ago.

"yeah, baby?" his mother stands up from her prior hunched-over position at the fridge to smile at him. she opens her arms as he approaches her hesitantly, fiddling with his thumbs. "what's wrong?"

he hums, second-guessing his decision to bring his mother into the situation. perhaps oscar just no longer wants to be friends with him anymore? but if that were the case, oscar definitely would have said something to his face and he's just been quiet. "um, it's just oscar," he starts softly, dropping his gaze to his feet, "can you ask his mum if he's alright?"

"of course," she smiles, letting go of him. she walks around the kitchen counter to find her phone. "why, did something happen to him recently? break another wrist?"

logan shakes his head, pressing his lips together. "no, we haven't been talking as much as we used to. i'm just worried that something might have happened to him."

a blush creeps up his cheeks when his mother's lips pout as she tries to hide her smile. "aw, logan! that's very cute of you. and very thoughtful," she teases as she starts to type on her phone. "i'm texting his mum right now. you hang tight and i'll tell you when she gets up to text me, okay?"

"okay."

he tries not to linger around his mum's circle of personal space for very long, afraid to let on that he's more concerned than he should be for the status of his friendship. to combat the anxiety of potentially losing one of his best friends, he locks himself in his room and plays video games all afternoon.

he had been in the middle of a game in call of duty when his phone started to ring. he glances at from his position on his bed and perks up with oscar's picture taking over the screen of his phone.

he immediately pauses the game, tossing the controller to the side of his bed. he slides his finger across the screen to pick up the call and oscar, visibly tired, pops up on his screen with a small smile.

"hey! my mum just got off the phone with your mum," oscar whispers with a smile. "said you missed me, mate?"

"no, i was just concerned cause you've been off the grid for a while," logan scoffs with an eye roll. "i never said i missed you."

"well, i'm sorry for disappearing on you, mate," oscar drops his gaze and a small smile creeps up on his face. in the dim orange lighting of his bedroom in melbourne, logan can almost make out the redness coming through on oscar's cheeks. "there's a reason for that. it's not because i don't wanna be friends anymore. i've just been a little... preoccupied."

logan tilts his head. he rolls over to his stomach and holds the phone up to his face. "what do you mean? more preoccupied than usual?"

"yeah," oscar giggles. "i uh... i've got-" he clears his throat, the slight embarrassment getting the better of him. he lifts his eyes from his thighs and moves the phone slightly further away. "i got a girlfriend."

logan furrows his eyebrows, throwing his head back slightly in shock. "what?"

"yeah," oscar repeats with a hint of a giggle in his response. "i've been seeing her for a while. do you mind if i tell you about her a little bit?"

"really?" logan smiles, squinting an eye. truthfully, he's finding it a little bit hard to believe that oscar's suddenly got a girlfriend. they're literally always on the phone with one another, texting and updating one another on things that they've got no idea about in their day-to-day lives.

not once has oscar come up to him about a girl before, much less developing a crush on somebody. "this is a bit sudden, isn't it? like, where did this girl come from?"

"she's new," oscar smiles. "so, do you wanna know about her or not?"

"alright, fire away, lover boy."

they talk - no, oscar talks - for the next hour about the girl that's recently enrolled into his private school. all logan can do is giggle and smile with oscar at how their relationship had gone down.

even after oscar has hung up, logan still doesn't really know much about the girl he's spent the better part of the past hour talking about. oscar simply refers to her as 'my girl'.

the next time oscar and logan reunite in the uk is at the end of the year. their mothers made an effort to get flights close to one another, letting them run into each other at the mcdonald's in the airport unknowingly while getting food before heading to the hotel.

"dude!" logan cheers, smacking oscar on the shoulder roughly.

"huh?" the smaller boy ahead of him looks up from his phone, turning his head to be greeted by a familiar pair of green eyes. he immediately locks his phone and slips it into his back pocket as realisation slowly dawns on him. "logan!"

"too busy texting on your phone to even notice i was behind you the entire time," logan scoffs jokingly as a hand comes up to pat him on the shoulder.

oscar presses his lips together as a blush creeps up on his cheeks. "sorry. i was texting my girl!"

"my girl this, my girl that," logan rolls his eyes with a smile. "did she not come along with you?"

"no, mate. she's off for a holiday with her family," oscar shrugs, biting down on his lip.

for the rest of the trip, logan will often catch Oscar cheesing at his phone. it doesn't matter when or where: they could be in their hotel room watching a movie, on the track waiting for the race to start, or while they're having a casual chat before they go to bed.

one question haunts logan for the rest of their stay in the uk: who is this girl?

though, it seems that logan is never destined to meet this girl that his best friend spent an entire year gushing about. because at three in the morning on a random saturday in may, his phone buzzes with oscar's picture taking over his entire screen again.

"we broke up."

logan would stay up all morning with oscar that day, letting oscar choke back on tears for the next thirty minutes about the girl that simply packed her bags and moved halfway across the world from him. they would never speak of this day again, even after they both relocated to the uk together to start their junior career.

oscar never speaks of the girl he once devoted his entire self to, but logan often finds himself thinking of her whereabouts and how their relationship had changed oscar.

oscar never uttered the phrase ‘my girl’ when he started dating his long-time girlfriend, lily zneimer. now that they’re in f1 together, logan has at least gotten to know this girlfriend.

he is very well aware that she exists: he’s talked to and touched lily. but the question still lingers in the back of his mind about the unnamed girl, even years later.

the thought of her pops up randomly in his mind as he approaches the paddocks for his sophomore year in the sport. that was prompted by the sight of oscar also making his way into the paddocks slightly ahead of him.

“mate, i heard you’ve got a special guest in your side of the garage today,” oscar teases, stepping away from logan as he reaches out to tap his card into the reader.

“what? who told you that?” logan scoffs, passing through the gantries as he throws his head back in disbelief. “ugh, alex needs to shut his trap. i bet he told lando then lando told you.”

“no, your mum told my mum,” oscar laughs. he nudges his friend with his shoulder. “why? are you shy?”

“piss off.” logan giggles as he drops his head, shaking his head as he bites back a smile. “i’ll see you later, mate.”

“oh, i’ll see you later alright. i’ve got to see who’s making you blush like that,” the australian giggles, shoving him in the direction of the williams racing home.

logan chases his shoulder, managing to land a soft smack before he completely walks away. sure, logan had been seeing somebody for a while, and this weekend was the one he had singled out for you to come out and watch his race.

you were scheduled to come in about thirty minutes for now, about twenty minutes before he is supposed to disappear from the garage for an interview panel.

and he’s excited. this is his first time having his personal guest, who isn’t his mother or brother, in his side of the garage. sure, getting halfsies of alex’s girlfriend from the garage next to him is still something, but it’s just not the same.

so, he tries to pass the next thirty minutes as well as he can. and he does everything: he terrorises his team in the garage, then james sitting his office, then alex in his driver’s room.

still ten minutes left on the clock.

kinda early, but i’m here! :)

logan almost jumps out of his skin at the notification that pops up along with your name. he swallows back the excited scream as he runs down the stairs, pushing himself past alex and his girlfriend who were gathered downstairs with james.

logan swings the glass doors open, slumping his shoulders and feeling a wave of happiness in his chest when he sees you standing shyly by the stairs.

you look very cozy: wrapped in a dark puffer jacket and your bag barely hanging onto your shoulder. he almost wants to disappear with you into his driver’s room and cuddle all day. to hell with his commitments, even if it means fighting off his pr officer.

“hey, you!” logan beams, perking up as he jogs down the few steps to where you were. “you should have texted me when you reached the paddocks. i could have picked you up.”

immediately, he bends down to take your bag into his hands and then he pulls you in for a warm hug. “thanks for making it out this weekend.”

“of course. how can i decline a chance to watch you in your element?” you smile, leaning back slightly and wrapping your arms around him. “thank you for reserving a pass for me.”

“absolutely!” logan cheers, pulling away. “let me bring you inside and introduce you to the team. you don’t mind, right?”

“it’s my pleasure,” you smile.

he puts a hand on your back as he guides you up the racing home, pushing the door open and beckons for you to walk in before him.

“ah, lily, you were right! it’s neither his brother nor his mum that’s making a special appearance this weekend!” alex booms from deep inside the hospitality, throwing his arms in the air. “mr american man got a girlfriend over the winter break?”

“shut up, mate,” logan scowls, moving his hand up to hold your shoulder protecticely. “but, yes. this is… my girlfriend.”

he shyly looks down at you, catching your eye as you glance up at him. you’ve only recently gotten into a relationship with logan; fresh, only six weeks into the title.

“oh, it’s so nice to meet you,” lily steps away from alex’s grasp and holds a hand out to you, “i’m lily. welcome to the paddocks.”

“hi, i’m (y/n). it's so nice to finally meet you,” you smile, taking her hand. “and alex! logan talks about you guys really often. i’m a big fan.”

“oh, logan talks about me,” alex teases in a laugh, also extending his hand out to you. “good things only, i hope.”

“hey, i told you not to tell him that,” logan says through his teeth, giving you a warning stare with wide eyes.

“it’s my first time meeting him, babe,” you laugh to logan, taking his hand in yours to shake.

"oh, can i tell you about logan's antics last year in the paddocks?" alex asks you excitedly, hopping one step toward you.

"or," lily laughs, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend to steer him away from you, "let's let her settle down with logan. you can terrorise her after the day has ended, alex."

"aw, but i've got lists of embarrassing things about him," alex sighs with a frown, though he lets lily guide him away from the new couple. he cranes his neck and grins at you. "i will see you later! i'll prepare a list!"

"so we're avoiding him later," logan smiles at you, now guiding you towards the steps that would lead you to some privacy. "have you run into anyone yet? have you seen liam yet?"

you shake your head. "not yet. but i hope you'll bring me to him so that i can get to say hi? i haven't seen him since we bumped into them at disneyland in december."

"yeah, i know. he's been asking about you." he opens the door to his driver's room to let you in. "so, i've got to run for a bit. i've got an interview panel. it really shouldn't take too long. i'm sorry."

"sorry? what are you sorry for?" you giggle, taking a seat in the corner of the room. your eyes scan the small room, taking note of the endless shirts riddled with williams' logo hung in the corner.

"i don't wanna just leave you here by yourself," logan slumps his shoulders with a frown, resting his hands on his knees as he bends over to meet your eyes. "i feel bad."

"oh, i'll be okay." you wave off his concern and lean in, pressing a chase kiss to his lips. "just text me when you're done. i'll go downstairs and find lily and get to know her better."

"that's a good idea! you guys should really go around the paddocks. there's a concert somewhere too, make the best out of my pass, okay?" logan smiles, his hand cupping your chin. he brushes his thumb over your cheek as he towers over you. "text me if you get lost."

"i won't get lost," you smile, standing up from the seat. "i actually haven't had my coffee yet. do you know anywhere i can get a cup of coffee?"

"oh, lily should know where," logan hums, tapping his bottom lip as he heads for his door. "let me get her for you."

"logan." the firmness in your voice stops logan in his tracks, turning around with curious eyes. "i can find lily on my own. i'll be okay - i'll see you later."

"are you sure? i just feel bad that i'll leave you all by yourself," logan whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "i'll miss you."

"i'll miss you too. but you've got a job to do," you giggle, walking out of his room with your hands wrapped around his arm. "i won't disappear. i'll meet you wherever when you're done. just text me."

"fine."

so logan goes and does his media commitments with alex in tow. and lily clearly had the same idea as you, meeting you at the front doors as alex walked away with logan.

"logan mentioned you were looking for coffee?" lily beams, quickly finding herself by your side as she leads you around the paddocks. "i know the best racing home to get a good cup of, but we might have to sneak in."

"sneak in?" you tilt your head. "is that even allowed?"

"yeah, carmen will get us in! mercedes has got the best cup of coffee to offer around here," lily giggles. "and, you should meet the rest of the girls. what are you going to do for the rest of the evening while the boys are out doing their jobs?"

"i suppose you're right," you shrug with a small smile. "but it's my first time here. should i really be caught sneaking into another team's home?"

"ah, you're with me," lily smiles. "i've got you."

so you actually get your cup of coffee in the back of the mercedes' racing home, now finding yourself huddled together with carmen and lily. they had asked you how you had come to meet logan, especially after the driver had spent most of it behind closed doors and rarely showed himself to the cameras.

it was a pretty simple story. you had been on vacation in new york with a group of your friends, minding your business in the corner of a crowded bar. truthfully, you didn't even want to be there, but it was your best friend's birthday trip. you couldn't say no even if you insisted.

logan had caught sight of you pretending to drink shots your friends were handing you towards the end of the night. eventually, you wound up with about six filled shot glasses hiding behind you, desperately hidden from your friend's prying eyes.

he thought it was funny, and had offered to finish them for you. in exchange for a promise that they were not laced with poison.

you had hit it off, and logan asked you out on a date. while you were unfortunately flying off to another state in a week, he had taken up the challenge and took you out on a date the very next night in the heart of new york city.

the rest is history, as they say.

"does logan actually ever say no to free alcohol?" carmen jokes, blowing into her cup of hot coffee. "wait! there's a concert happening not too far from here. do you guys know who's performing?"

"it should be on the race's instagram page," lily sighs, swiftly taking her phone out of her pocket. "but aren't the guys finishing up their interviews by now?"

"it's a long weekend. would they really notice if we weren't here for one break that they have?" carmen points out knowingly with a smile. "and we've got to show her," carmen gestures towards you, "around. is this your first race weekend?"

you nod shyly, taking a sip from your coffee. "but it's okay, really! don't go out of the way for me."

"that's silly." lily runs a hand through her hair and sighs, resting a hand on her hip. "okay, so, let's meet the guys near the pit building. when they're called in for their driver's briefing, we make a run for the concert area, okay?"

"that sounds like a much better compromise." carmen turns to you with a playful smile. "we will teach you how to make the most out of logan's race pass. you're going to have so much fun with us."

"after the concert, we'll head upstairs to the viewing pen and get a couple of drinks," lily smiles. she glances down at her phone. "oh, seems like they're already done. you guys wanna head there together?"

"sure!"

you start backpedalling from your position, ready to follow the two veteran paddock enjoyers. that seemed like a good idea until your back collides with something - someone - and suddenly you've got mildly hot coffee all over your top.

this is the one time you regret unzipping your jacket to let a bit of the cold in.

"i'm so sorry."

"it's fine," you say with a soft whine, turning around before being flashed by a bright orange jacket and a pair of brown eyes. "it's..." you tilt your head. "do i know you from somewhere?"

the shape of his polite smile and the way his brown eyes look into you are all very familiar. but you just can't quite place a finger on it.

perhaps it's because he looks a lot different from the last time you saw him. you were a wee fourteen-year-old the last time you had seen him before you were forced to pack your bags and move away because of your dad's job.

but, as a kid, you generally did a lot of moving around because of that said job. now you're just trying to single him out by geographic location from the many friends you've made and lost contact with over the years.

"(y/n)?" oscar's eyebrows shoot up, your name coated thickly with an australian accent as his hand lingers on your shoulder.

"oh, you two know each other?" lily excitedly asks, looking between the two younger individuals.

who seem to be very caught up in their unexpected reunion. you'd be shocked too if the girl you had thought was the love of your life shows up at your big boy job with your colleagues' girlfriends with a mercerdes coffee cup in hand.

"yeah, we uh," oscar takes a step away from you and puts his hands in the pockets of his team jacket, "we used to go to school together. in melbourne."

"right," you sigh in relief, finally being able to place him in a particular timeline of your life. you finally remember him: oscar piastri, the school heartthrob with a charming smile and friendly eyes. he had even asked you to be his girlfriend at some point, dating for the better part of a year before you had to leave melbourne with your family. "oscar, right? i'm sorry, my memory's a little bit hazy."

"no, yeah," oscar agrees, scanning you head to toe. "it's been... how long has it been since we last saw each other?"

"very long. it's been years since i left melbourne." you lower your cup and readjust your jacket, trying to hide the prominent wet patch of coffee at the collar of your inner shirt.

but the longer you stare at him, the more the memories come rushing back to the time you spent with the best friend you had made in melbourne for those years. you can vividly remember oscar picking you out in pe to be his teammate, sneaking out of homeroom to grab a juice pack together right down the hall.

you had completely forgotten the tears you shed that day you had to leave melbourne. you swore that you would keep in contact with the warmest brown eyes your eyes have ever seen, but you had simply gotten too busy settling into the new environment that had been thrown at you.

before you knew it, you had dropped your phone into the lake when you were out with your friends and you lost oscar's phone number. you never found a way to reconnect with him, and eventually, he had joined the long list of friends that you had forgotten about.

"i," oscar laughs, "what are you doing here in the paddocks? are you friends with them?"

"no," you straighten your back with a polite smile, "i'm with somebody - logan."

and oscar's never wanted to ever tear apart the paddocks' walls with his own hands before. what do you mean his girl is here with his best friend?

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Project matchmaker

Pairings: Lucifer x gn!reader, huskerdust

Warnings: reader is bored, bad choices, Lucifer is clueless and just wants to make Charlie happy, very bad choices, some swearing, crack fic, don't take this too seriously, reader is a dumbass, no smut. You might experience second-hand embarassement, sorry not sorry.

Summary: Valentine's day is approaching and reader is bored and wants to play matchmaker with Angel Dust and Husker. Lucifer is accidentally roped into it because he wants to make a good impression on Charlie. Chaos ensues.

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: I apologize for everything in advance. English is not my first language. Let's pretend Lucifer is actually over Lilith for the sake of the fic. Very, very nervous to post this but here we go.

Residing at the Hazbin Hotel wasn't as bad as people made it out to be. It was actually pretty difficult to find free rent and good company in hell, so even if you weren't sure about the whole redeeming thing, you weren't bothered in the slightest.

You spent the majority of your days going along with Charlie's exercises and gossiping with Angel Dust whenever he was free. You thought of yourself as pretty lucky compared to the average sinner in hell, so you weren't really complaining.

Still, there was something missing, some other form of entertainment, a dynamic that would switch up daily life a little and make it less boring. And after the weekly movie night on Voxflix that's when it hit you.

Since Valentine's day was getting closer, you and Angel decided to watch a cheesy rom-com, one of those that makes you sigh and squeal even if you don't believe in that type of love outside of the screen. You were just wondering about who the main couple reminded you of with flirty banter and hidden stares when suddenly the best idea ever-kind of-came to you!

"You okay over there, toots?" Angel had looked over to you worriedly.

"Never been better!" you smiled at him and redirected your attention to the movie, a plan forming in your mind.

You weren't even sure if Valentine's day was still a thing in hell, but if it wasn't, you were going to bring it back.

What you didn't know, though, was that the very own king of hell was gonna be accidentally roped into your schemes. And that you would end up developing an embarrassing crush on him.

Two days after your (not so) brilliant idea, you were in front of Charlie's room, asking for an audience.

You were ready to oversell your cause if necessary, but you knew Charlie had a good heart, and the fact that this idea might be beneficial for the hotel gave you high hopes.

You told her how it would have been wonderful if you could decorate the hotel's lobby for Valentine's day because everyone deserves a little bit of love, especially in hell! And throwing a small party would surely attract some new sinners.

At the end it didn't take much convincing. Charlie was very happy to have the opportunity to lure more people into trying to redeem themselves, and Vaggie wasn't too opposed either, as long as it was kept civil.

And that's how you found yourself in this predicament.

"I think pink would be the best suited for it." You said to none other than the king of hell. He was hunched over a gigantic banner that read "Valentine's day" followed by various hearts, and his face was scrunched into a deep, concentrated face.

After your successful meeting with Charlie, you thought either she or Alastor would have been the ones helping you with the task of decorating the hotel, you didn't know how wrong you were. Alastor didn't want anything to do with the project, pretending to be fully immersed in who knows what he was able to come up with on the spot. And you guessed that's when the big boss of hell himself came into the picture; having heard of Alastor's failure, he immediately jumped in to try and make himself look better in Charlie's eyes, even if it meant having to work with a lowly sinner like you.

He wasn't as annoyed by your presence as you were expecting, even if you were kind of bossing him around to get everything perfect. You would have the time to regret this later, right now you couldn't afford to not have the right atmosphere for what you were planning.

He nodded in approval and magically switched the color from red to pink, leaving some red hearts to create a better effect.

This wasn't your first time meeting the king of hell, you were right there when he and Alastor started fighting over who was the best father figure to Charlie. Although you didn't get to talk much that time or the one after that, as he was busy kicking Adam's ass. You were amazed by his powers, as any sinner like you would, and you found him to be quite a peculiar person. So you were quite happy, and also a bit intimidated, to spend this time alone with him.

"Now it's perfect" you said, finally happy with the final result. You started to think of a way to put it up effectively without having to use the hotel's old and rusty ladder when he unfurled his wings and easily put it in place.

They were so majestic and you had never seen such a shade of pure white, it wasn't really common in hell. You wondered how he kept them so pristine after all those years.

"Are we done now?" He asked while landing gracefully on the ground.

You looked around the lobby and smiled proudly at yourself. The bar was adorned with pink and white garlands, and cute and small red hearts spread here and there. From the ceiling, some pink and white paper flowers you and Angel Dust made were hanging beautifully, and the banner just tied them all together.

"We're just missing a little something." You said, not looking at him in the eyes. This was going to be the real protagonist of the event, and convincing him was going to be crucial.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at you expectantly. "We just need some mistletoe right there" you pointed at a secluded corner near the bar, where surely you'd manage to rope Angel and Husker close enough so that they at least would have to address the heart eyes they sent each other all the time. They weren't being as subtle as they thought.

"Mistletoe?" Lucifer crossed his arms and looked at you, confused.

"Yeah, you know the one that people usually have to kiss under. I think it makes a lot more sense for Valentine's day than Christmas, if I have to be honest."

"That's-" he tried to say, but you interrupted him because you really needed it for the plan to continue.

"I know, I know, but I spoke to Charlie and we reached an agreement." you really hoped that mentioning Charlie's approval was going to be enough for him to do it. You also hoped he wouldn't actually ask her because you did not have her approval for it. You were playing dirty, but you couldn't just surrender halfway through victory.

The man in front of you sighed, but he did it, you secretly thanked your lucky stars and tried to act as less suspiciously as possible.

You were getting good at this. Maybe you should really start considering a career in matchmaking.

"What does the king of hell think?" You asked while admiring your work. Maybe he didn't exactly like you or find your company suitable for his tastes, but you still thought you did a pretty good job together.

"I think it's still missing something" he said, looking around. He had discarded the jacket and hat half an hour ago, and you were just noticing he looked really good without them.

You were so wrapped up in your little plan that you didn't even take a good look at him. And maybe it should have stayed that way because he was Charlie's father, and oh, when did the room start to become so hot?

"Maybe a duck or two" he whispered to himself while scanning the bar's decorations. You took a little break from the inner hyperventilating to look at the same spot as him.

Was it some sort of hell's tradition you weren't aware of?

Maybe it was the sudden temperature increase in the room, or maybe you just wanted to make a good impression after an hour and a half of bossing him around (what were you even thinking?) but you found yourself agreeing with him. "Yeah, maybe you're right."

That night, the party was in full swing. The hotel's residents and some other sinners who didn't hate the idea of the theme party were all gathered in the hotel's lobby.

Charlie was ecstatic and she was going from sinner to sinner to explain her cause and invite them to the hotel. A way less hyper Vaggie was following her around, making sure everything went smoothly.

Alastor was still nowhere in sight, maybe hanging out with his friend named Rosie; while Nifty was going around chasing with a knife two bugs she found banging. They weren't going to have a good Valentine's day.

You were sitting at the bar next to Angel Dust, who was happily chatting away with you and Husker.

Lucifer was nowhere to be seen; he had appeared just before the beginning of the party, proudly showing you "his latest creation". A pink rubber duck with a bow and a small red hat resembling his own was pushed in front of your face. "It's a backflipping duck who also spits fire, and it's Valentine's day themed!" He grinned at you.

"That's remarkable" you had said and placed it on the bar counter, away from prying hands that could use it for who knows what.

"This was such a great idea y/n! We should do this every year!" an excited Charlie appeared behind you. "My dad is gonna be back soon, but I have to say you two did a really good job with the place." She patted you on the back and went back to chasing sinners.

"Yeah, what prompted you to do that?" Husk asked from behind the bar. You looked at the drink in your hand and shrugged. "I was bored"

Angel Dust snickered from next to you. "Our little y/n watched too many romantic comedies and thought they would hit it off with short king and maybe go at it or-"

"Woah" you chocked on air while Husk hid a smirk pretending to wipe the counter. "Angel, what the fuck?" You looked around to make sure no one important was listening in on your conversation.

"You didn't say no" he laughed, throwing his head back while Husk was pretending to swipe the floor where a couple of the red hearts had fallen. He was so close to the mistletoe.

"Because I don't need to, you'd have to be crazy to think you can bag the king of hell of all people" you hiss while trying to think of a way to get Angel there too.

"Darling, his wife left years ago, and he clearly hasn't gotten it on with anyone yet; don't sell yourself short." You took the duck you had put away and pretended to throw it at him. Only you accidentally pressed it, and actual flames started to shoot out from its mouth, causing Angel to jump back and land on the floor right next to Husk!

Your eyes went wide, and you dropped the duck to the floor. "Shit, I'm so sorry"

"Oh wow, he fell right under it" a new voice added.

Lucifer was right behind you and sent you an amused but also slightly confused smirk. Did he think you tried to kill one of your friends to get him under the mistletoe? Well, no shit he disliked sinners.

"Under what?" Angel started massaging his ass cheeks, you winced a little, thinking the impact of landing on the hard floor must have hurt him.

"Oh, y/n didn't tell you? We put mistletoe right there" he pointed at the exact spot. Now you were starting to rethink this whole plan, but it was already too late, so you had no choice but to push through.

"You know the tradition, right?" Husk shot you an unimpressed look while Angel was still on the floor.

"C'mon, it's not like you have to make out like them" you pointed at two sinners who were getting it on in a corner ever since they stepped into the party. You couldn't really blame them, wasn't that the spirit of the festivity anyway? Any kind of love was supposedly appreciated.

Then something amazing actually happened: Husk took Angel's hand in his, kissed it lightly, and pulled a blushing version of the spider to his feet.

Considering the way they had been dancing around each other for months, this was a huge accomplishment, and it was all thanks to you! At that point, you were too busy mentally giving yourself a pat on the back for the good job to fully pay attention to something that resembled Charlie's squealing coming from the back of the room. Did she have a radar or something?

When you met Husk's eyes the next second, though, you knew you had to get out of there and fast or you were done for. "Happy Valentine's day" you winked at them before sprinting like the coward you were to the other side of the lobby, leaving Lucifer and his little pink duck to handle the consequences.

Realistically, Husk and Angel combined couldn't hurt him even if they tried really hard, so you weren't too worried for him, and the duck had demonstrated she could defend herself quite efficiently.

As the party drew to a close, Charlie had roped you all into helping to clean up the place. You were busy taking down the bar decorations, carefully putting them in a box to store them for the following year, when you felt someone come up behind you.

You turned around and saw Angel dust with a handful of the white and pink paper flowers. He was headed right for the box on the counter, not looking at you.

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't mean for it to happen the way it did. You shouldn't have gotten hurt." You kept your eyes on the garlands, refusing to meet his eyes.

"No hard feelings toots, but next time I'm not letting you pick the movie. And no more romantic comedies for you" you laughed as he carefully maneuvered the flowers into the box.

"Okay, I deserved that" he smiled at you. You took one of the flowers and offered it to him as a peace offering.

He took it, careful not to ruin your hard work, and pretended to swoon over it. Your friendship was gonna be okay. Surely you were even now? You even gave up rom-coms for a while.

After successfully taking all of the decorations down, you were headed to throw the mistletoe into the trash. It had fulfilled his role and caused enough chaos already.

Halfway through the path to the trash can you spotted Lucifer magically fixing some of the hotel furnishings that had been destroyed by some sinners.

He stopped when he noticed you and started heading your way. Oh no, did he find out already? You couldn't just run the other way now.

"I just spoke to Charlie, and she was really happy about the party, but something tells me the mistletoe wasn't on the list of approved decorations" he raised an eyebrow at you, weight propped on his cane.

You huffed out a breath you didn't know you were holding in and scrambled your brain for an excuse. Surely he wouldn't hate you too much? Having the king of hell against you was already bad enough, but having the king of hell against you while you had a pathetic little crush on him was even worse.

"That was a personal project" you said reluctantly, looking everywhere but at him.

"Oh, and how did this project of yours go then?" you dared to take a quick look at his face, and his amused smirk, which made him look unfairly sexy by the way, was starting to make you think he was on his own personal mission to embarrass you.

"Fairly well, if we don't consider I almost cooked and burned one of my friends to a crisp. Sick duck, by the way."

"No, she's not sick, just themed." you almost burst out laughing at that. Maybe you should tell Charlie to keep him more up to date. "But maybe next time you shouldn't meddle with the heart's matters, you'll find out it's better if things just happen naturally" oh shit, how was he hot even while lecturing you? This wasn't good. He wasn't good for your sanity.

You held up the mistletoe to take one final look at it. "Yeah, lesson learned. I was just about to throw it out."

Only, Angel Dust chose that exact moment to carry out his revenge, and you should have absolutely seen it coming, it was once again your fault, and you could only blame yourself.

"Oh wow, they're right under it. You know the tradition, right?" He mocked. Husk was right behind him, two boxes in his hands, and he was holding in a laugh. They passed right by you and left you and Lucifer alone. You were really starting to question all of the choices that brought you to that moment.

Maybe if you asked him to kill you right there and then he would be kind enough to put an end to your suffering.

"Oh, fuck me" you muttered, your eyes scanning the lobby for the closest exit. Escaping without saying goodbye to Charlie wasn't an ideal solution, but you knew she wouldn't want to see your face ever again after this.

"Won't you at least let me take you out on a date first? I am more on the old fashioned side" he grinned.

You were sure you heard him wrong. It surely was one of those cases when you mix up what the person you like says in your imagination with what they actually say in real life. Was the mistletoe also hallucinogenic? You wouldn't be surprised if it was.

"I'm sorry for Angel Dust, sometimes he just doesn't know when to shut up" You immediately lowered your arm and hid the evil little thing behind your back.

"Should I take it as a no then?" he didn't stop smiling, but it looked less sincere now.

"Wait, oh-" you scrambled for an answer that wouldn't make you look even more pathetic "I would love to, but only if you mean it, this evil thing has already caused enough chaos" you finally tossed the mistletoe into the nearest trash can.

"Darling, you forget I'm the king of hell, no little plant has authority over me" he chuckles, and you smile at him.

If either of you noticed something resembling Charlie's squealing and her being dragged away by Vaggie, you didn't say anything. You didn't even think twice when you didn't see Angel Dust and Husk returning quite yet from depositing those two boxes into the storage closet; so you liked to think that at the end of the day, both you and Lucifer were right, letting things happen on their own was good, but a little push in the right direction didn't actually hurt anyone.

And when Lucifer planted both of his hands on your face to pull you into a kiss, you thought that maybe you shouldn't have thrown away the mistletoe at all.

#hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #lucifer magne x reader #lucifer morningstar x you #lucifer morningstar x reader #husker x angel dust #huskerdust

[miinatozakiii]

slow dancing

myoui mina x fem!reader

summary: the papers on your desk start to pile up, you want to fight your boss—though time passes and maybe she's not the worst.

wc: 7.1k

warnings: fluff ; mentions of food and alcohol ; not proofread

little side story/continuation: “after hours”

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ : slow dancing by v

a/n: not proofread at allllll sorry for mistakes :-(, feeling sleepy.

i love mina i wanna wife her up so bad

-

you're stuck at your stupid desk in this stupidly freezing room because myoui is too stubborn to up the temperature; you're almost shivering.

"it's only finance and accounting, and you'll get paid well." your old boss had said.

"you're probably just going to deal with numbers, shareholders, and other business-related stuff—that's why i recommended you, y/n—it should be a breeze!" your old boss added, making sure to pat your shoulder for comfort (it was anything but comforting, if anything, you felt uneasy).

you were set to work as the assistant of the cfo and coo a couple of months ago; screw your impeccable math proficiency, you think. you didn't want to transfer, you were perfectly fine with where you were and you were really not looking forward to working in such a high rank, you miss your old building and your former coworkers.

the more you sit at your desk, you seem to think you're getting more delusional by the second, it's almost as if you can hear your old coworkers bickering and nudging you.

"y/n~ boss has been eyeing you lately, someone's getting a raise~"

"y/n, y/n, you got a girlfriend yet? c'mon, you're so dull."

"gosh y/n, did you get shorter? man, you also look beat."

you miss san and mingi's stupid presence, even if you wanted to punch them every second you had to be around them.

another groan escapes your lips as you stare at the numbers: they seem to scramble the more you look at them. this is your tenth paper of the day, and you have five more to analyze, you're sick of all of this already.

anyone would want to be working at jyp co, it's one of the biggest companies in the city, and a significant amount of your tech friends, even your old coworkers had dreamt of being able to work in the central building. you'd be much more ecstatic if you actually had friends that worked in the same building. to your dismay, you're stuck with the paperwork that mina has been giving you and stuck with her annoying, stubborn self.

"could you turn up the temperature? it's freezing." you try,

"deal with it, focus on finishing those papers."

"mina you're unbelievable-"

"stop slacking, y/n." and she eyes you, "i'll have you fired."

"you wouldn't," you scoff, "otherwise you'd have to deal with these fucking papers yourself."

"i'm in charge of your paycheck, you do know that?" she quirks a brow, boring into your eyes with her own.

you huff and pick your pen back up, looking down at the papers in front of you.

papers, papers, papers, that's all it is every day. hunched over your desk, shivering the majority of the day (but that's technically on you because you're too stubborn to give in and bring a jacket). mina made your work life difficult, almost insufferable. she was demanding, bossy, snobby, and she just pissed you off.

ever since you started working with her, you've received a significantly larger paycheck and much more employee benefits. furthermore, she was actually good at her job, and you were good at yours too — meaning the meetings you had attended with your reports have all been successful, meaning better profit, better business blah blah blah. sometimes you really considered quitting, even if that meant sacrificing that beautiful paycheck and discounted coffee from the amazing cafe in the building; it's all because of one person, your stupid boss.

you couldn't ever quit. you wouldn't ever admit it but the feeling of being approved and praised after said meetings drove you to keep the numbers up, it made you feel so accomplished and the only thing your old job could give you was two stupidly talkative idiots. this wasn't too bad.

but even with that, mina is going to be the death of you.

-

"how's the new job so far? heard the paycheck up there is pretty good." san nudges.

you roll your eyes and take a sip from the can of beer on the table, "if you're trying to get me to pay for our drinks, it won't work."

"hey! i'm not that heartless." san pouts, and you scoff at him playfully. "anyway, how is your job?"

you let out a big huff and lean back against the chair, "it's something."

"seems like they're working you dry." mingi comments, chuckling at your state.

you had agreed to get drinks with your old coworkers, it was a friday after all and you really needed to let loose a little. you sit next to san, the one who had started your mornings off with rolled eyes and groans when you worked at the old office. beside san sits wooyoung, your college roommate that you were placed with accidentally, but it didn't matter because it ended up in a close bond and friendship between the two of you. your other pretentious ex-coworker mingi sits across from you and beside him is seonghwa, who you aren't as close with, though he's just like the rest so it's never awkward. you think he's pretty cool.

wooyoung smirks, "so, i've heard that the myoui girl is pretty high up there, is she your boss?"

you groan, you don't want to think of her right now. your hand reaches for a shot that mingi had poured earlier and you shoot your head back.

"seems like work is rough." seonghwa comments, looking at you while you lean against san again. seonghwa is right, i mean, you probably look like a mess just coming out of work. your shirt is unbottoned slightly and your hair is a bit messy, you're pretty sure the others can tell how bad your posture has gotten too.

"you know, i've seen a picture of that myoui girl, she's really good looking y/n~ seems like your type." wooyoung teases. you groan again.

"don't even mention her, please." you sigh, "she's working me to death, and she's so fucking annoying. as much as i hate you guys i'd rather be stuck surrounded by you than have to deal with her."

"i see this as an enemies-to-lovers type story." wooyoung snickers, and you glare at him menacingly.

"you're like a little girl," you scoff. the guys just laugh at you.

there's no way you'd ever grow fond of myoui, there is no fucking way you would even fall for her for that matter.

-

"finish this, needs to be done by tomorrow." mina says just before it hits five, just before you get to leave your shared office space.

she actually wants you dead.

you know better than to argue with her, you have to fight the urge to do so as anger starts to spread throughout your body, and the soreness in your shoulders gets worse.

"okay," you say in defeat.

for a split second mina almost looks at you with pity, with some regret at the sight of your lifeless expression—only for a split second—yet she continues to type at her laptop.

you might start aging a little faster with the way she's working you, you can already feel the back pain catching up to you.

-

it's necessary for you to get along, and sure you act like you do in those meetings, but you really have to try and get along even if might end with someone's tooth missing. it's only the most important part of collaborating, it's crucial when your job requires the two of you to work together.

it takes a while to warm up or even start to get friendly with each other, though a certain meeting helps speed this process.

you and mina had been in charge of representing your own company and presenting the financial analytics to the shareholders. something in the air seemed to make them think that they were entitled enough to question and criticize mina as if she couldn't take away a good amount of their shares in a second.

one man seems to be so in shock it gives him the nerve to comment on your presentation which quite literally proved the two of you had been doing well with your work.

he sneers, "and we're supposed to believe you did all of this? sorry, it's just unbelievable, i've never seen a y'know... someone like you two." and you already know he's implying that he doesn't believe all this success could happen because you two are women. it makes you furious.

"if you're going to try to question mina like that at least be direct, don't sugarcoat it like a coward." you scoff, glaring at the man in the suit. his stupid face had already looked unpleasing to you, even if he hadn't said anything you could've guessed that he would doubt your success.

"women don't usually achieve this much you know? it's impressive that you're even able to have such a high position," he chuckles, almost challenging you. a few of the men who sit around the conference table seem to smile at his words, it makes you bite the inside of your cheek, and you're hold yourself back from almost leaping across the table and strangling his pretentious self.

"are you doubting myoui's work?" you inquire, gripping the table tighter and mina is taken aback by your sudden shift in tone.

"well," one of the men starts, "from the recent reports, it seems like you've been handling these tasks a bit poorer than before, you sure a lady like you can-"

"i'll have you fucking fired if one more word like that comes out your dirty mouth, you hear me? you should watch your mouth when you talk like that around me or mina, you do know what we can do with your shares no?" and the words come out of your mouth and shoot at the man in front of you like daggers laced with poison. "mina is more than capable, and working with her has always resulted in success for this company."

"look, we all can agree that we just want to ensure that the profits are up and the company's growth and success is guaranteed."

"insulting and questioning those who have power over your investments is your way of ensuring that? if you continue with this behavior, don't be surprised if your positions under this company become rather precarious." you finally warn, and the men seem to finally get the message when you say it with such resentment.

mina is in complete shock as she watches you from her seat, she's never seen you so pissed off before, she has never pissed you off like that. despite initially being taken aback by your bold defense, she finds herself feeling a mix of emotions, even slightly amused by your new, assertive tone.

the tension in the room eases slightly as the meeting continues, and you continue to present your analytics and suggest various ideas regarding the company and its gains. from that moment on, the shareholders are more cautious with their comments and remarks, as they should be.

the meeting ends with the men tensed up in their seats, nodding politely at you and feeling small under your gaze as they bid their farewells. you're happy with the new mood of the room.

the atmosphere seems more delicate when they leave.

"thanks." mina mutters softly, putting a few papers in her folder. she doesn't make eye contact with you. "you could've let them voice their concerns, you know."

"they weren't concerned, they were just being snobby." you respond, helping her with the papers that had been spread across the conference table. "i hated hearing them talking about you like that." you mutter in a small voice, and mina looks up at you, showing a new emotion of surprise.

she looks at you while you close the folder, a split second later you set your gaze on her so the two of you are now making eye contact. the mood of the room changes, it's softer, it's less overwhelming.

"i," mina starts, but finds herself at a loss of words for a moment. she looks at you, just gazing at you for a bit and her voice is small when she mutters her last response. "thanks."

mina breaks the eye contact and moves over to grab the folder from your hand, walking past you and out the door. there are no last words exchanged, just small, significant glances.

she decides that she can let you off the hook a little.

-

mina's fondness for you grows and it's unpredictable, it comes out of nowhere. it's been developing since that meeting.

it grows when she sees your eyes light up after taking a sip from your coffee—you always get three a day, mina notes—two hot coffees in the morning and before work ends, one iced during lunch. she also notices that you've been eating less, and she feels guilty because it's all from the work she gives you. she cuts your workload in half, and she even leaves you a small bakery item here and there (but she makes sure that you won't guess it's from her).

mina catches the small smile you give her when she decreases the amount of work she had given you. the way your lips curve up just barely is different from your usual lifeless expression, it's different and mina decides she wants to see it more.

it sends a shiver down her spine.

-

maybe wooyoung was right about your boss being a nice sight.

you hate it.

you've seen mina smile a total of three times so far, you remember each time clearly.

1.

walking out of the building you see mina approach three women, they don't look like they work there. you almost ignore it, i mean, you're tired and you really don't want mina to be the last thing you see after work.

what changes your mind is that grin of hers.

you catch it from the corner of your eyes, you almost miss it, and as much as you hate to admit it—it's beautiful. she smiles and it's a gummy one, it's terribly charming. she smiles with her eyes too, they almost shut as one of the women hugs her.

your eyes meet for a second and you quickly shift your gaze over to someplace else, it makes you nervous, makes you fiddle your thumbs.

that's strange, you think.

2.

mina picks up her phone—not the work phone on her desk, but her mobile one. her eyes ease at the contact name, and she seems to soften up as she answers.

"hi mom," she starts. you make sure to look away before she can catch you glancing—you don't want to listen to her voice as she scolds you for eavesdropping or not working on the papers in front of you.

you hear the faint sound of her talking for the next two minutes, and you manage to peek at the right time. mina nods her head a couple more times before giggling softly into the phone,

"yeah yeah, don't worry mom." she says, grinning. "i'll call you back tonight, i have to finish work. yes, mhm, i love you too. bye."

cute.

3.

mina watches you enter the shared office, the same bag slung across you and a cup of coffee in your hand. your hair is held up by a claw clip, some strands of your hair poking out, but regardless, you still manage to look business casual.

you stroll in and hang your bag, then stroll over to your desk where the computer is. before you reach your work area, your feet seem to stumble and you trip over the air somehow, it catches you by surprise and you let out a curse.

luckily, you catch yourself and don't fall over completely, but your coffee slips in your hands and now you have to buy a new shirt because now, there's a clear stain on your beige shirt.

"fuck," you mutter in defeat, and you rush for the napkins that sit on your desk.

mina had witnessed the whole scene, and she couldn't suppress the giggles that left her mouth.

you frown—mina laughs harder.

"is this amusing to you?" you groan. your eyes are furrowed as mina smiles widely at you, for some reason the frown on your lips seems to curve up into a small smile.

"very." mina snickers, "made my morning, thanks."

"i absolutely resent you."

"i'm flattered."

you roll your eyes at her.

(maybe you should start spilling coffee more often, if it means seeing mina laugh like that.)

-

the two of you warm up to each other.

annoyed looks in the morning turn into small "good mornings," and maybe you'd bicker here and there, you'd even complain over nothing sometimes just to talk to her, but nothing more than that, not really.

it's hard to start a conversation when papers are piling next to you everyday, it's hard to even exchange words. mina's quiet personality makes it even more difficult, and you're too timid to make eye contact with her, there's a strange sensation that's brewing in your stomach—not that you're going to throw up—but it makes you nervous, and fidgety.

-

wednesday, november 8th. — 4:01 am

y/n:

feeling bad

sick

i won't be there

just send me whatever it is that you need me to do

mina stares at the text for a bit, eyebrows slightly furrowed as she rubs her eyes and tries to read it. her phone had interrupted her slumber—much to her aggravation—at four in the morning. the loud ding was enough to make her groan at the ungodly hour, rolling around to squint at the light from her phone. the young woman rubs her eyes and processes the text as she reads it, sighing to herself.

she actually takes a moment to think about the text, even if she's half awake. mina wonders if she worked you too hard—her heart sinks.

as much as she detested you, she was genuinely concerned. her coworker whom she would argue with over the temperature of their shared office (mina would never admit it, but she actually found it a bit cold too, she was just stubborn), almost smiling when seeing you so frustrated. it was amusing to mess with you (maybe she was a bit cruel for that, but you looked cute when you were annoyed).

mina groans and drops her phone on the bed next to her, returning to her slumber.

-

you stir awake from your sleep, shifting a bit in your place even while you're still half awake. your eyes flutter open and everything hits you all at once.

the ringing in your head is deathly, as if a hundred tiny, teeny men were in your skull just whacking at it with their hammers. your whole body is trembling, the room feels even colder than the office you work in, it's unbearable.

everything is sore, everything hurts, everything is terrible.

the only thing you remember from last night was groggily changing into the orange sweater san had given you as a joke—the one with those ridiculous cats on it—regardless, you wore it in the comfort of your own home because it was incredibly cozy, even if it looked stupid.

the ding-dong sound that's heard makes your head hurt even more; your eyes close and your hand moves to cover your forehead, you mutter something under your breath.

you walk over to the mirror and run a hand through your hair, trying to make yourself look at least a little presentable for whoever it is at your apartment door at nine in the morning on a wednesday. your feet drag on the floor of your hallway when you walk out of your room and toward the entrance to your apartment, trudging over to the doorknob. your hand weakly supports yourself by pressing against the wall while you turn at the knob.

the door opens and the sight of mina temporarily eases the ringing in your head.

mina looks incredibly normal, it's a rare sight.

she wears a white t-shirt with a denim jacket over it and she wears baggy jeans with simple white sneakers to finish the look. you're distracted from the drowsy, sore feeling as you stare at the casually dressed woman, who's also holding a brown bag in one hand, her phone in the other.

mina looks normal; no blazer or button-up, no skirt or dress pants, no clicky heels or work shoes, she looks less insufferable.

you like it.

"did you not get my text?" you say, voice rough and weak.

"did you just wake up?" she asks while studying you. mina notices that you seem half awake, eyes squinting and shoulders slumped. to add to that, your hair is messy and you look like you blindly chose whatever you were wearing. mina notices the way you lean against the door frame for support—you look drained.

"it's only nine in the morning or something," you groan, rubbing your eyes. "shouldn't you be at work?"

"y/n," mina starts, "it's 5:40."

"pm?"

"y/n," mina sighs, pushing the door open and inviting herself in.

mina takes a look around the apartment, it's bigger than a standard one, and it's actually kind of cozy. the interior design is nice, you have good taste in decor and arrangement. mina glances at the framed pictures of you posing with others, and the abstract artwork she has hung up. there's a certain something that catches mina's eyes: the white shelf that displays various leego sets, ranging from flowers to small buildings. there's at least five sets there, and mina knows they're the time-consuming ones too.

mina's interest grows.

it's dim in the apartment, and mina wonders how sick you must be for you to think it was nine in the morning.

"you're just going to invite yourself into my house?" you question, watching mina as she kicks off her sneakers, though she places them on your shoe rack nicely, so you're not as bothered. mina doesn't exchange any words as she hangs her denim jacket on the hook nearby, then fixes her shirt. the dark-haired woman looks at you and you furrow your brows, your facial expression mixed with exhaustion and puzzlement.

"mina, what are you doing here?" you ask again, trying your best to sound stern. mina doesn't respond; instead, she walks over to the small kitchen island to place the brown bag that she held in her hand on it. you sigh, "if you're here to give me paperwork while i can barely stand up, i'm actually kicking you out—and i mean i'm going to physically carry you out i swear to-

"like you can even get to me without holding onto something." mina scoffs, taking out a container from the bag. you walk over to mina, holding onto the counter for support and studying her.

mina points to the stool next to the counter and says, "sit."

you listen.

one thing about mina is that she had power over you, and as stubborn as you tried to seem—you always listened. mina always had the upper hand. as much as you bickered with mina, you listened (after complaining), because mina knew what she was doing and she always knew how to do things well.

you sit at the counter and watch mina fetch a bowl from your dishwasher, almost as if this were her house too. she poured whatever was in the plastic container she brought into the bowl, then pushed the bowl towards you, grabbing chopsticks and a spoon.

"eat," mina says, almost ordering you. she looks at you with a sense of care in her eyes.

you stare at the bowl and move your quivering hand to grab the chopsticks, picking up the udon noodles and eating them slowly.

the taste of the soup makes your whole body relax, and you seem to gain some of your energy back—you start eating ravenously—as if this were your first meal in days.

"thanks." you murmur weakly, looking up at mina with gratitude.

mina almost smiles, jaw clenching.

"don't get too sick," mina begins, "i can't do all the work in the office, and i guess it's kind of boring without you." she admits. her head turns away bashfully as her cheeks start to flush.

you look at her with raised brows, your cheeks feel warm—maybe it was your cold. mina avoids any further eye contact before walking back to the hook she had hung her jacket on, and then putting on her shoes.

"i'll see you… take care of yourself." her tone is so soft, even if she had tried to sound stern and cold.

you nearly smile.

and with that, she leaves. you sit there, hardly processing anything.

mina had come to your home, given you something to eat, and she was actually sweet to you.

-

y/n:

thank you again

i appreciate it

i hadn't eaten all day before that

can't believe you're capable of being sweet

mina:

don't get used to it

you're an idiot for getting sick

y/n:

you're an idiot for coming to my place while i'm sick

mina:

i don't get sick so easily unlike someone

y/n:

whatever

stupid

mina:

i was just making sure you didn't die

i can't do everything by myself

i need someone to look over my papers

y/n:

you're cruel

i'm sick and dying and you treat me like this?

mina:

oh save it,

i know you're feeling better

my mom's recipe always works

y/n:

i hate to admit

it does

how did you even get my address?

mina:

you're stupid

everyone's address and number are accessible to me

i'm the coo remember?

you're probably too sick to remember

and stupid

y/n:

i'll cough on you

mina:

gross

…

y/n

goodnight mina, i'll be back tomorrow most likely

mina

if you feel bad don't come

i don't want you contaminating the others

and me

…

mina:

feel better

...

mina:

goodnight y/n.

-

you come back to work feeling better, mina's eyes seem to light up a bit at the sight of you walking in through the door.

something new is forming, your affection for each other grows, and a friendship starts to build.

-

mina checks her phone, it's almost five. the group chat had been busy whilst she was typing away.

before she checks the messages, her gaze shifts up to see you at your desk, your eyes darting from paper to paper as you analyze and mark them. mina holds back a small smile.

(37 new messages)

sana:

did miss ceo forget about tonight?

women at work

momo:

maybe you should start working like that

you seem to always be on your phone with how quick you respond

and how much you type

sana:

you're just jealous

momo:

hardly

jihyo:

please refrain.

my phone is blowing up, sana

nayeon:

ohh jihyo will kill you

sana:

what about momo and nayeon?

she was texting too :((

jihyo:

she texted twice

nayeon responded once

you, however,

sana:

:'(

mina:

you really do text a lot sana

sana:

mina!

our little businesswoman

if you forgot about tonight i swear...

mina:

i didn't don't worry

nayeon:

hey myoui

mina:

?

nayeon:

you should invite your little work rival

sana:

aww her little work crush?

what was her name...

y/n?

mina:

stop that

i don't like her

jihyo:

you brought soup to her apartment instead of getting coffee with us

momo:

you can't defend this one

even hyo agrees

mina:

i have to finish work.

please refrain from blowing up my phone

sana:

minas got a girlfriend

minas got a girlfriend~

nayeon:

i see you

"you seem to be interested in that phone." you scoff, stretching your arms out. "what happened to 'no distractions, do your work,' huh?"

mina narrows her eyes at you, putting down her phone. you laugh softly and finish stretching, putting your papers in the beige folder and shutting down your computer.

"you're done?" mina challenges, quirking a brow. it's 4:40, twenty minutes before you can officially leave.

"did you forget? i told you i had to be somewhere." you remind her, already putting on your jacket and slinging walking over to reach for your bag. mina nearly pouts as you make your way to where your bag is hung. "i'll see you next week, boss." you say, smiling softly, raising your brows at her before leaving the room.

mina frowns when you're out of sight.

-

mina emerges from the hall of her apartment in dress pants, a black tank top, and her gray coat over it—something casual yet eye-catching for the jazz cafe and bar she's practically being forced to go to. mina has on some light makeup, just some light blush on her cheeks, a peach shade of lipstick, and something light around the eyes. it's casual, it's fit for the occasion.

sana and jihyo, who had been conversing in the living room, turn around after hearing their friend's footsteps. sana beams and stands up to hug her,

"wow~ you look great minari." she giggles, "trying to impress someone?"

mina rolls her eyes, then smiles at her teasing, sana laughs in response. jihyo shakes the keys in her hand, quirking a brow and signaling that they should get going. the two women follow jihyo to the entrance of mina's place, put on their shoes and head out.

they arrive near the jazz spot twenty minutes later, though it's a bit of a hassle trying to find good parking around the area since it's in the heart of the lively city on a friday night—jihyo curses under her breath and it makes sana and mina giggle at her complaints.

they all walk on the sidewalk together, and the breeze of the cool night is refreshing, the air is filled with low chatter and the street lights highlight mina's features. the trio approaches the cafe and mina breathes in through her nose; it smells like coffee beans, and there's that faint scent of alcohol and maybe a cigarette or two.

the cafe/bar is dim, there's a slow hum of the music that fills the room, and it fits the ambience. couples stand hand in hand, glasses make a sound as they clink, and friends laugh together; it gives the scene a warm, lively feeling—mina really likes the environment, it's not overwhelming and it's nice to be in a place where the lights don't flash and the music doesn't make her ears ring.

two familar faces are seen at the table in the back, the two women have already purchased some light drinks. nayeon's face lights up at the sight of the trio, her bunny-toothed grin is contagious and it spreads to the others. momo waves and pats down at the space on the couch she lounges on, sana scoots over and sits down right next to the woman, leaning into her. mina and jihyo sit together on another lounge chair, the group already starts to converse and catch up. mina starts to warm up to the night.

the room seems to fall into silence a few moments later.

the chatter dies down and only faint whispers are heard, the slow hum of the music seems to die down as well. the group turns their attention to where everyone else's is: the small stage where three men seem to set up their instruments. mina thinks this must be the main event of the night.

the three men settle down in their places, situating themselves and fumbling with their respective instruments in hand. mina's interest piques when she sees the empty microphone stand placed under the small spotlight—it seems to be unoccupied—is there supposed to be a vocalist?

the men all look at each other and the one holding a guitar taps at his instrument once, twice, and a third time.

the music starts.

mina notices the slow percussion, it sets the tempo of the slow song. the drummer nods his head along with the beat, and the man on the keys seems to emphasize the romantic tune with the keyboard. the bassist ties the instrumental together, his fingers work at the strings to create a soft, smooth rhythm.

each musician plays a certain role in the song, and the elements from all of the men add up together to create a soft, slow melody —though it's more rnb sounding rather than jazz—but she enjoys it nonetheless.

nothing could've prepared mina for what she had seen next.

a familiar face stumbles onto the stage holding a microphone, smiling at the crowd who cheers calmly, quietly enough so that it doesn't drown the sound of the performers. the performer wears the same trousers that she had worn in the office before departing, but her top is a different color—it's gray and it's unbuttoned down to your abdomen, your white top being visible to the crowd—mina is surprised to say the least, the last person she'd expect to see on stage was you.

the instrumental continues for a few, short seconds, then you start to sing.

it's about time we get it straight

gimme a minute if it ain't too late

mina's lips part slightly as she watches you in awe: you're lost in the melody, singing with your eyes closed, hands holding the mic as if they were something you cherished so dearly, you're evidently enjoying yourself.

"she's good." jihyo comments, nodding her head to the slow tempo.

the instrumental starts to shift into the chorus, and your voice is groundbreaking.

maybe we

could be

slow dancing

until the morning

we could be romancing

the night away

mina seems to have fallen into your trance.

you're completely lost in the music, the whole crowd is in awe as you clutch the microphone and sing into it softly, eyes creasing gently as you tap your foot to the tempo. your head sways to the melody, your body following slowly.

her eyes are glued on you, and there's nothing that could pull them away at this point. your voice is soft and warming, it's obvious that you sing with passion, you sing from the heart. she's attentive to your every move, emotion, and expression—she's captivated by your charm.

you stop singing once the song reaches its last chorus, and you smile at the astonished crowd. your gaze lands on the bassist's eyes, who's nodding his head in sync with you; the two of you exchange a lighthearted chuckle.

your eyes scan the crowd, taking in their satisfaction. there's a couple that slow dances along with the rhythm, another couple that's hand in hand, watching you and smiling; it makes your heart flutter that you're able to create such a loving atmosphere, it makes you wish you had someone to do the same with.

your whole body almost freezes when your gaze lands on the familiar face: myoui mina. your ears shift back slightly, eyes widening and brows raising as you spot her sitting with three familiar faces—the ones that you had seen when you witnessed her first smile.

you almost give into your nerves, you almost freeze in your spot, but the slow melody lets you relax a little, and there's no tension in the air right now, just the sound of a couple of instruments coming together to play a melody that soothes your nerves.

you smile softly at mina; mina smiles back.

your hearts seem to skip a beat at the same time.

-

when the song ends, you take in the sweet applause of the crowd, thanking them and bowing. as soon as you can leave you make your way off the platform and find yourself backstage, sitting on the couch and sipping on some water.

"that was perfect y/n," san cheers, patting you on the back as you ease yourself into the couch. your smile grows and you nod,

"thanks, san, you nailed the bass," you respond as san sits down next to you.

"i'm flattered, but seriously, you sounded like an angel." san adds. a laugh is shared between the two of you before the other two exchange compliments. mingi pretends to blush at wooyoungs little remark, and it brings you back to the late nights spent rehearsing together.

"by the way y/n, who was that girl you were smiling at? you know her?" mingi questions you and you already feel a blush creeping up to your cheeks.

"i-, no, um." you stutter, and you immediately give up as soon as your words come out stumbled. san nudges you and smirks,

"someone's got a girlfriend~"

"shut up shut up." you groan, punching his shoulder.

mingi snickers again, "so who is she?"

"fuck man," you sigh, shutting your eyes tight and pinching the bridge of your nose. "that was my boss."

"are you serious?" they all say in unison, and it's almost like they're telepathically connected and synced with the way their tones are identical. you seem to sink into the couch more as they pester you.

-

you're able to finally escape those three men (who, you might add, are teenage girls at the heart with the way they squeal and giggle when you talk about mina.), you find yourself at a counter, waiting for someone to assist you.

"i didn't know you could sing." a voice says, and you shoot your head towards the woman who starts to sit down in the chair next to you.

mina doesn't make eye contact, she just stares forward with her lips barely turned up. she looks absolutely ravishing, you're in awe yourself at the sight of her like this. it's casual, but it still makes a statement—you're into that.

"it's just a hobby," you reply. mina laughs delicately, it's almost drowned out by the chatter and music playing, but you're glad you caught it. she turns to face you and there a warm sensation that distributes throughout your body.

mina looks beautiful—no, she is beautiful—and you're noticing it all right now, it's almost overwhelming.

"you should've told me about your hobby sooner, y/n. i wish i'd known earlier about how pretty your voice is."

your heart almost stops, you can only nod bashfully.

a barista, or bartender (you don't really know, it's a weird fusion of a place.) makes their way over and it soothes you a bit, breaking the heavy tension in the air.

"what can i get for you two?" he asks, smiling at you two.

"i'll have a chai latte, hot please." mina responds. it takes a moment for you to dart your eyes away from her face, but you manage.

"i'll just have the lychee soda please, iced."

"alright, coming right up." he begins, "by the way, your performance was beautiful."

you nod with gratitude and mina laughs at your nervousness.

"when do you perform again?" mina asks, looking you in the eye. shes leaning towards you now, elbow on the counter and her cheek resting on her palm. your heart might be beating out of your chest.

"i thought you hated me," you note playfully, "you gonna give me papers after i perform next time?" and you mirror her, putting both elbows on the counter and resting your chin on your knuckles. mina laughs playfully, easing the tension in the air.

"i don't hate you, y/n." mina begins, "i just wasn't used to working with anyone else."

you nod.

"and that stupid office is just overwhelming sometimes, i was fond of your work ethic ever since you started," she admits. mina looks away apprehensively. "i hate to admit it, but i'm starting to like you more."

your smile grows. "i think i'm starting to feel the same way, myoui."

the two of you exchange eye contact again, a new feeling and connection being shared. it's exciting, it's scary.

"your drinks," the bartender says, placing the two cups on the table and breaking the anticipation in the air. you thank him and take a sip from the soda, brows furrowing a little from the sweet taste. mina thinks you get cuter by the second.

...

"do you have a ride home?" you ask her, halfway through your small conversation.

"my friend drove me here." mina answers, sipping from the mug again.

the truth is, mina's friends had nudged her over to where you were after finding out that you're the person she's been eyeing at work. she's ninety-nine percent sure her friends have completely left her; her assumptions are proven right after checking her messages for a brief moment.

mina stares at the mug in her hands. "but i think they left early."

"i can drive you home then, boss," you suggest. mina laughs at your remark,

"don't call me that outside of work, or ever—it's weird." she sighs, shaking her head.

"is that a yes?" you ask—just to be sure.

mina nods at you with a warm smile.

-

the car ride is almost silent, except for the light sound of the music playing in your car.

mina stares out the window of the passenger side, gazing at the buildings that the car passes and the strangers on the street who walk hand in hand.

mina wouldn't mind if the two of you ended up like that.

the car reaches mina's place, and you shift the stick to park.

"mina," you mumble softly—she hums in response, quirking a brow up whilst looking at you. the hand on the steering wheel grips it tighter and your flushed cheeks are hidden by the night.

"let's get coffee tomorrow?"

mina almost short-circuits.

"i'd like that," she says gently, and her grin turns into that same gummy smile that you'd seen the first time. the two of you sit there for a moment, nodding to yourselves while our hearts race each other, beating at an irregular pace.

mina unbuckles her seatbelt and reaches for the doorknob, then gets out of the car. before she closes the door, she manages to speak again despite her nervousness that courses through her veins.

"pick me up at one?"

"yes, boss."

"don't call me that." mina groans playfully, and you simply snicker.

mina closes the door and starts to walk away from the car, but before she gets too distant, you roll down the window.

"goodnight mina, sleep well," you speak loudly, just enough for her to turn, and the light shines bright enough and you're extremely thankful that it lets you see her gummy smile again.

"goodnight y/n, i'll see you." she waves. her face warms up a little, and she shakes her head as she walks away.

maybe working with mina isn’t too bad.

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The Babysitter (27)

A New Toy

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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A New Toy

A soft sigh left her lips as her foot kicked the door closed, her body leaning against it as her green eyes were hidden, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Wanda's body relaxed against the door, the knowledge of a night without the boys something she wouldn't dare admit she was looking forward to even though she was. Yes, she loved the boys with her entire heart but, since the four of you returned home after the amazing trip away all those weeks ago, life had been non stop.

Work for the older woman was stressful, everything seemingly having piled up while she was away for the few days, leaving her an absolute mess to deal with and work overtime at the office, you being left to watch the twins until she would come home exhausted. The past few weeks were tiring, draining, and she was in dire need of a peaceful night with you, something to help her unwind.

Life, however, was also being cruel to you, your A Levels having started a couple weeks ago when Wanda had to be whisked away to the office nonstop, your body hunched over a desk for the majority of the day trying to revise your hardest for your exams, wanting to do your best to get into Shield University as that was your number one choice, them wanting the highest grades possible though.

When her eyes gently fluttered open, Wanda noted how quiet it was without the twins, who were seeming to grow irritated at how busy everyone else was, not being given the same amount of attention as usual, and guiltily smiled a little. It was quiet for once. No crazed noises, no inappropriate sounds, no excited or annoyed screams. Nothing.

Her brows furrowed at how quiet it was, you having promised to wait downstairs with a film ready when she had returned from dropping the boys off at Scott and Hope's house for a sleepover, her feet naturally guiding her towards the living room.

A blanket was scattered across the seat however there was nobody to occupy the seat, Wanda's smile fading a little. The older woman then ventured to the kitchen, her smile fading completely when she saw the plate of food she left out for you was still on the countertop, stone cold as it hadn't been touched, her body swiftly turning upon realising where you must have been.

Her feet carried her up the stairs with determination, knowing that she would have to physically drag you away from that desk to get you to relax, hoping to prey on your weaknesses and help you do something other than revising.

"Detka," she hummed out softly once she entered her room, able to see your figure slouched over the desk, hand resting on one of your hands as your brows furrowed, the older woman practically able to hear the cogs turning in your mind, your pen tapping against the wood in a slow tune. When you didn't respond, still lost in thought, Wanda moved towards your body, her arms wrapping around your shoulders, head resting on your shoulder. "Detka," she whispers into your ear, gaining your attention.

"Hmm?" You say, still not completely with her as you stare at the practice question in front of you. It was as if you were possessed by the piece of paper, unable to tear your gaze away from it.

"You need to have a break," she murmurs, her hands drifting across your body in a comforting and soothing way, trying to ease the tension that was building within your muscles from the awkward positions you had been sitting in all day.

"I'm fine," you mutter, not trying to be rude, just trying to focus on the work. You needed to pass this test with the best score you could possibly achieve, having felt like the last two papers in Psychology hadn't gone well. If you were going to go to one of the best universities, you needed the best grades. If you didn't get the best grades, you weren't going to get into the university. If you didn't get into the university, people would be disappointed in you. If you-

"Detka, you haven't eaten since breakfast and I bet you haven't had a break at all today," she says, forcing the spinning chair around so you were facing her, your eyes tired and clearly exhausted. "You need to stop for tonight alright? If you keep trying to force it in your mind, it won't stay in." You looked at the floor slightly embarrassed, she was right. You weren't going to be able to remember anything if you carried on like this. You were just wasting time and energy.

"I need to know it all by Monday though," you mutter, still stressing about it despite her logical point, her face softening while her hands cup your jaw, thumbs caressing your cheeks. You gaze into her enticing green, losing yourself momentarily in the various shades of them and the way love and care swirl in them, delicately entwined with one another.

"That gives you all of tomorrow and Sunday to revise then," she whispers, trying to get you to think properly about it instead of draining yourself like this. She understood your worry though, she knew how much you wanted to get into Shield Uni. "With breaks," she adds in a light-hearted tone to ease the mood, the corner of your lips tugging up a little at the soft smile that breaks out onto her face. "There's that smile I love," she whispers and your cheeks instantly flush red at that, your mouth parting and closing, unsure of how to function after her affectionate words.

Instead, you pull her body towards you, standing between your legs as you hug her middle, pressing your face against her soft jumper. You relaxed when one of her hands threaded through your hair, scratching your scalp to have your body practically melting against her, almost lulling you to sleep.

"Come on Detka," she says, your eyes reluctantly fluttering open as she moves her body away from yours, a small pout sneaking onto your lips as the physical touch is lost. You watch her walk towards the ensuite, the sound of water running gently sounding around the room before she appears at the door frame, watching your confused expression. You look back at the unfinished sixteen marker, part of your mind wanting to finish it, to carry on revising but the other half telling you to go to Wanda.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you push yourself off the chair, casually strolling up to her as she kneels by the side of the bathtub, her hand feeling the water to check the temperature.

"We're going to have a bath," she says, a playful smile engraved on her face, standing up again and snaking her arms around your body, pulling you flush against her. "We both need something to relax," she says and you only suddenly realise how stressful the last few weeks must have been for her, the realisation evident in your eyes as she presses a finger against your lips to shush you. "Don't go down that spiral," she whispers softly, knowing your thoughts could venture down a negative route. "Get in Detka while it's warm, I'll be with you in a minute," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

It'sso soft, it's addictive and you wish it lasted forever. The stress of the last few weeks seemed to immediately vanish as soon as her soft, plump lips met yours, even for the briefest of moments, warmth bubbling inside you. You didn't want her to part from the kiss, wanting to feel them press against yours again, and again, the action seemingly needed to live. She was all you needed to live.

"Where did you go?" she whispers teasingly when she parts from the kiss, noticing how your eyes are still closed, a blissed out expression on your face as you open your eyes, meeting her gaze.

"I love you," you whisper, her cheeks tinting pink at the sheer amount of emotion behind your tone, the care and love that wrapped around each syllable as you ignore her question but say something far more important. She laughs a little softly, shyly, not used to hearing you say the words in such an adoring tone, her lips meeting yours once more, luring you back into that intoxicated state.

"I love you too Detka," she murmurs, matching your tone, her getting lost in your eyes for a moment before her voice becomes playful, "Now get in the tub."

You can't help the wide smile that breaks onto your face as you kiss her, a heart-warming chuckle leaving you as she lets out her angelic laugh, begrudgingly moving away from you and towards the door.

Once she's left, you waste no time in stripping your clothes, leaving them folded on the toilet seat lid before slowly getting into the tub, a sound of relief escaping you at the warmth encasing your body. The warmth of the water and the tranquil atmosphere quickly caused your muscles to relax, your body going limp against the white tub as your mind slowed, trying to clear it and truly enjoy the peace and quiet. Your hands gently moved within the water, creating small ripples that were only just visible, hidden by the various bubbles that were littered about the tub.

Your eyes only opened when the sound of the door closing caught your attention, fluttering open while your head turned over your shoulder, a smile taking over your face, eyes lighting up at the woman and the treat in her hands. She purposely took her time in travelling the short distance from the door to where you were, building your anticipation up as she bent over to press a kiss to your forehead, her hand passing the bowl to you, her lips lingering before pulling back.

Your eyes flickered down to the collection of cut up fruit in the bowl, your stomach craving something to eat, fingers wrapping around half a strawberry as the older woman pulled away from you completely. You turned your head once again to look at her, mouth frozen open, strawberry placed against your tongue, as you watched her strip, unable to tear your gaze away from her beauty.

Her arms elegantly pulled her jumper over her head, her shirt rising up at the action and exposing some soft, irresistible skin, her eyes watching you with amusement as your hand remained holding the piece of food in your mouth. She takes her time pulling her shirt over her head, teasingly pulling it higher and higher until it was finally off her, revealing her simple black bra. Your eyes couldn't help but flicker down to her chest, breasts practically spilling out of the cups when she leaned forwards while shrugging her jeans down, showing off her long, slender legs.

"My eyes are up here Detka," she teases, voice a little raspy as she unclasps her bra and slides her panties down, leaving her fully naked as she nears the tub, motioning for you to move forwards. It takes a minute to function properly, quickly eating the fruit that was in your hand and moving far enough forward for her to slide her body in behind yours.

Her arms quickly wrap around your middle, the feeling of her hands burning into your skin, the heat of the water earlier incomparable to the heat building between your thighs as she pulls you flush against her body, her breasts pressing into the back of you.

A soft and low sigh spills from her lips, fingers tracing random patterns into your skin as you focus on trying to breathe normally, the proximity and lack of clothes seemingly too much for your brain to handle.

"I was wondering Detka," she slowly whispers, your hands moving to interlock with hers, "If we could have a little chat about something, nothing bad."

Curiosity washes over you, turning your head to look at her, ready to see a questioning look in her eyes but only being met with desire.

"Sure, what's it about?" you whisper back, lacking the composure you wanted as your voice wavers, gaze lowering to her lips before snapping back up to the enticing green.

"Do you remember what I said to you that night on the deck, after everyone had left us alone?" your cheeks turn a bright red as her words were engraved in your mind.

I can't wait to fill you with a strap one day.

To take you from behind, having you begging me to come.

"Yes," you sigh out and the desperation can be heard in your voice as you imagine where this conversation was going.

"Good," she murmurs softly, claiming your lips briefly as she couldn't hold back, your submissive state working her up effortlessly. "I was wondering if we could talk about more things we want to try out during sex?"

You nod a little shyly, your body craving her touch but also desperate to hear where her words were going, wanting to hear the possible additions to your sex life.

"I'm going to name something and I want you to tell me whether it's something you want to try, are willingly to try or don't want to try," she speaks gently but with all the control needed, subtly showing of her dominance in another way as your mind is running too far with fantasies. "Answer me honestly Detka, I don't want you to say something because you think I'll like it."

"I won't," you whisper back to assure her that you'll be truthful.

"What do you think of strap ons?" she asks, despite knowing your answer.

Lewd images of her taking you with the toy filter through your mind, a wave of arousal washing through you at the idea of her pounding into you.

"I definitely want to try that," you murmur and it's so needy. You don't even try to hide it.

Wanda merely smirks at your reaction before pressing another kiss to your lips before you turn back around, leaning back against her body as the awkward angle was hurting your back.

"Choking?" She asks while moving her arms back around your body, gliding up and down the skin making it extremely hard to think. She was curious to know as you'd often hinted towards it but never fully said anything. You nodded in response, scared your words would fail you, causing Wanda to speak up, "I need words Detka."

"I want you to..." you trail off with your words, growing nervous at saying it, a low and sultry chuckle escaping her.

"You want me to do what?" she sighs out almost condescendingly in your ear, knowing exactly what you want her to do. To further tease you, she even raises one of her hands, letting it settle on the base of your neck, causing a groan to escape you at the pressure she applies.

"I want you to choke me," you whisper out after what feels like a lifetime of building up the courage, Wanda kissing the side of your cheek and smiling against you,

"Good girl," she praises, removing her hand and returning to tracing random patterns across your skin.

You can feel your heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, anticipation and want clawing at your mind as you let her roam her hands around your body, desperately wishing they would just travel that little bit lower.

"Spanking?" she husks out, voice low while her accent wrapped around her words delicately, your breathing becoming a little heavy as a noise of pure desperation leaves you.

"Yes," you sigh out, closing your eyes and leaning further against her body, watching the images of her bending you over and spanking you entering your mind over and over again.

"Where would you want it?" she murmurs, smirking as she places another kiss to your cheek, her hand trailing lower, "Here?" she teasingly askes, cupping your core, causing a low, sensual moan to escape you. "Or here?" her hands travel around your body towards your ass, a whine leaving you when she moved her fingers away from where you wanted her.

"Both," you whisper, your hands going to hold onto the side of the tub, knuckles bleeding white as she just continues to tease and taunt you.

"Yeah?" she hums out, the vibrations tickling your cheek as she places another kiss to your skin, smirking when she hears how your breath hitches. She then moves her mouth to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at her low breaths, "Do you want me to be rougher with you?" she husks out and fuck you were done for.

"Wanda," you whine and you don't hold back with how desperate you were, the noise earning a teasing chuckle to escape the older woman. She places a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to look at her, nothing but want swirling around in your eyes as they darken.

"Answer my question Detka," she whispers, purposely moving her lips closer to ghost yours, your mouth parting as shaky breaths leave you at the proximity.

"Please," is all you can muster, your hips pushing back subtly against her body, her hands moving back to your waist to hold you in place.

"Please," she murmurs back, mocking your tone of voice with a smirk, a hint of humiliation washing through you at how needy you must sound, arousal still pooling between your thighs though. "Answer me Detka, I won't ask again," she revels in the power she holds over you, watching how your face conveys the pure desire you feel for her.

At her words, you feel yourself clenching around nothing, a low groan escaping you before you manage to get the words out, "Please be rough with me, treat me how you want, please."

Her lips meet yours softly, hushing your pitiful sounds as you crave to feel her digits stretching you out, doing whatever she pleased with you. You lose yourself to the thought of her as her lips claim yours again and again, her tongue pushing past your lips and seeking entrance, dominating the whole kiss effortlessly.

Only when air was necessary did she pull back, her eyes fluttering open to reveal her enticing green darkened with lust, your eyes taking a little longer to open as you had to come back to reality after being kissed senseless.

"Do you have any other ideas of things you want to try out?" she mutters against your lips, connecting them again briefly before gaining some sort of self control, her eyes unable to be torn away from your lips though.

Your cheeks flush red at her asking you, a sudden wave of shyness taking over you, especially with the way she was gazing at you like she wanted to eat you alive.

"Oh Detka," she coos, chuckling a little at how your cheeks tinted even redder at her slightly condescending tone, "Don't get all shy now. Come on Dorogaya, tell me what you want," the way her accent perfectly wrapped around her last words, the slight rasp added to her voice, you were almost compelled to answer her.

"I want you..." you trail off, losing yourself within the various shades of green before continuing, "I want you to tie me up," her lips tug upwards into a smirk, her teeth then biting on her lower lip as various lewd thoughts enter her mind.

"I'd love to tie you up Detka," she rasps out, her mind still flickering through endless scenarios, "To have you squirming under me," she adds, voice lower to tease you.

"Fuck," you mutter, your skin burning as her nails scratch into your lower abdomen softly, dragging down until her hands were at your inner thighs, spreading your legs a little.

"Anything else Detka?" she asks, as if she weren't driving you insane.

"I-" your words are cut off by her hands sliding even closer to your core, your head moving to hide at the crook of her neck as, if she carried on looking at you like that, you were certain you were going to combust. "I want to try face-sitting," you mumble against her warm and slightly wet skin, the water in the bath a lot cooler than it was earlier.

"You want me to sit on your face Detka?" she teases and you groan against her at her tone and at how the pads of her fingers brush your clit. She chuckles at your reaction before whispering lowly, "I'm sure that can be arranged Dorogaya."

Her free hand guides you away from the safety of her neck, bringing you in for a passionate kiss before sighing softly, "Now relax Detka, let me take care of you."

Her hand finally touches where you so desperately needed, her mouth swallowing all the needy whimpers and whines as the rest of the night blurred, pleasure taking over your body again and again, until you both eventually collapsed into the sheets together, wrapped in each other's arms.

***

Stepping out of the double doors, relief washed over you as the fresh air wrapped around you, the sun gently streaming down over all of the students leaving the hall. You had finished College. Your last exam was done and there was nothing keeping you in this place anymore, you were free to leave and never return.

"Y/n," Natasha calls as she comes out of the hall, wide smiles taking over both of your faces at having completed another level of education together, having finished primary, high school and now college as a duo. "We did it," she sighs out, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and walking with you to the gates, laughter spilling from both of you.

"We did it," you repeat, the past few weeks of stress disappearing as it was finally over, you didn't have to spend all day revising and being scolded for not having breaks.

The two of you went back to the café you had sat in so many times, taking your usual seats and ordering the same as always, you typically eating some of Natasha's muffin as it was 'tradition' as you claimed, her letting it go as you were both so happy to be done with this big step in your lives.

Maria soon joined you two, her last exam having finished later, and swiftly joined her girlfriend on her side of the booth. The blue eyes lit up at the smile on the redhead's face, sitting close to her body before her soft gaze turned to you, a hint of mischief flashing across her face.

"I'd look away if I were you Y/n," she says and your brows merely furrow before she crashes her lips to her girlfriend, both of them smiling into the kiss while you just chuckle at Maria's antics, biting your tongue to refrain from all the teasing comments at the slight blush painted across your best friend's face.

The only reason you didn't tease her is that her green soon met yours, a warning look presenting itself in them making you shut up, knowing she had plenty of things to tease you about to Wanda later.

The plan for later was that all of you were going to have a meal at Melina's house, her wanting to celebrate with her daughter and you before the redhead left for the celebration party a few others from your year were having, Maria going with her while you were keen to find out what this 'surprise' Wanda had planned was, her refusing to tell you anything about it.

Before you knew it, you were walking into Natasha's house with Maria, ready to chill out in the garden until Wanda showed up and Melina called for food. You were going to go for your designated spot in the garden but the seat was occupied by a certain fluff ball, your face softening at the adorable brown eyes staring up at you, the way her tongue dangled out of her mouth as Fanny panted.

"Come on Fanny, we can share it," you mutter, trying to compromise with the dog as she happily stole your seat, Natasha chuckling with Maria who watched you attempt to persuade the dog to move. You scratched her head, your fingers running through her soft fur easily while trying to coax her out of your position, giving up entirely when she rolled over onto her back instead, wanting her belly to be rubbed instead. You couldn't help but laugh with the others as Fanny had been victorious, sitting on the floor in front of the seat and letting your hands play with her fur, casually petting her.

When Yelena eventually joined you, she couldn't help but tease you about your position, simply rolling your eyes at the blonde who, despite her words, joined you on the floor, her hand joining yours and stroking the soft fur that belongs to Fanny. You bickered playfully with Yelena, her purposely saying things to disagree with your statements, bumping against your shoulder to further annoy you playfully.

"You're only saying all of this to annoy me," you say laughing, shaking your head at the blonde with a smile engraved all over your face. "You can't possibly think American football is better than football."

"I can and I will," she says, not backing down, "Soccer isn't better than American football." Your jaw drops in shock at her blasphemous words, a sound of pure confusion leaving you.

"You- You don't even kick it in American football," you explain, a little passionately as football, in your eyes, was far better than the American sport and was definitely not called soccer. Yelena merely smirks at how determined you are to change her mind, staring at her with a firm stare until you get your point across. You explained to her many reasons as to why you believed you were right, Natasha and Maria being your backup as you asked for their opinions, Yelena still being that annoying amount of stubborn, still smiling at you. You were about to say more but the sound of angelic laughter interrupted your sentence, your gaze flickering over to the patio door where Wanda stood talking to Melina.

You snapped back to the conversation after a teasing comment from Yelena, who seemed incessant in annoying you today, only stopping the conversation when Wanda and Melena joined you, Alexie inside watching some old documentary about Russia.

"What are you girls talking-" Melina tries to ask, your gaze focussed on Wanda who walks closer to you, somehow managing to get Fanny to move and taking the seat behind you, placing a quick kiss to the top of your head and murmuring a gentle hello, your cheeks tinting red as Natasha and Maria both speak up at the same time.

"Don't," they both rush out, not wanting you to go on another little tangent about the whole topic, Yelena merely chuckling to herself at how you refrain yourself from speaking about it again. Instead, you stand up from the dry grass and sit next to Wanda, her arm subtly wrapping around your waist as you sit together.

Melina comes out occasionally to talk to Wanda, who's free hand pets the fluffy figure besides her, before leaving to check the food, the older woman remaining quiet and enjoying just listening to you talk with your friends, smiling at the nonsense and random things you would talk about. Her interest peaks when Natasha's smile turns mischievous, the redhead trying to reveal embarrassing stories about you to which you practically jump out of your seat to shut your best friend up. You attempts were to no avail as she reveals a humiliating tale, your cheeks flushed as you go back to sit next to Wanda who laughs softly at the story.

"So you're not only scared of chickens, but geese too?" she teases and you simply groan at her tone, Natasha unable to contain her laughter as she remembers the day. "Maybe you should just avoid birds Detka," she murmurs and you glare at Natasha who's still laughing.

"It wasn't my fault," you mutter, "I was just canoeing and minding my own business, there was no need for it to squawk at me and get pissed off." You remember the event clearly, you and Natasha sharing a canoe on a residential trip, your paddle going a little too close towards a goose for it's liking, a small scream leaving you as you practically jumped out of your skin when it loudly squawked at you and tried to swim after you two, Natasha unbothered as she was too busy laughing at you at the back of the canoe, fearing for your life as the animal chased after you both.

You were saved by Melina who called saying food was ready, all of you moving towards the dining room to eat. Wanda was sat to your side, her hand resting on your thigh when she was casually resting it, your gaze often flickering to the older woman during the delicious meal, your mind wandering to what the surprise later could possibly be. You admired her side profile, scanning over features while Melina tried to speak to you, your attention fixated on the goddess of a woman next to you.

"Y/n," Melina calls your name louder to get your attention, your cheeks turning red in embarrassment before answering her question in a shy tone, Wanda failing to hide her small smirk from you as she peers over at you.

The rest of dinner breezed by, you managing to not embarrass yourself anymore while everyone digested, Natasha and Maria deciding to leave soon as well as you and Wanda. 

Wanda thanked Melina, wrapping the woman in a brief hug before softly murmuring to you that she'd be in the car waiting for you as you said goodbye to the others, you smiling at her and watching as she leaves the house, eyes flickering down momentarily to watch her hips before snapping back up once remembering where you were. Melina made no comment if she saw your line of sight, bringing you closer for a hug which confused you a little as she would never let this many people hug her within a short space of time. The action soon made sense when she spoke up,

"He'd be so proud of you," she whispers in a caring tone, smiling at the older woman who just looks at you with a reminiscent look. You've grown so much in her eyes, and she was so grateful to Wanda for helping you find yourself again. "Now go and enjoy the rest of you night," she says before letting you leave, you laughing at the way she then seems to berate Yelena in Russian for doing something as you walked down the path, her saying goodbye once more when you reached the car.

***

"Are you going to tell me what my surprise is yet?" you ask Wanda, tilting your head to watch her as she drives you back to the empty house. The twins were currently at Vision's as part of the divorce agreement was that he got to see them once a month, the man having picked them up from school which was why Wanda was able to come over for dinner at the Romanoff's residence. She chuckles as she steers around the corner at your excited tone, her gaze flickering over to yours briefly before returning her gaze to the road.

"And why would I do that Detka?" She hums out, "It wouldn't be a surprise then," you can see the way the corner of her lips tug upwards, a small, subtle smirk etched onto her face as she continues to take you both home.

"I'll act surprised," you say playfully, your attempt at convincing her pitiful as she laughs softly once again. "Please just tell me," you say when she doesn't respond, just continuing to drive, occasionally looking over at you.

"You're just going to have to be patient Detka," she says calmly, your gaze looking out of the window to see you were nearly back home, only a couple of minutes away.

"You're just teasing now," you mutter while sitting back in your seat more comfortably, watching the scenery pass by. A low chuckle gains your attention, turning your gaze instantly to the alluring woman.

"Oh Dorogaya, if you think this is teasing you're in for a shock tonight," she rasps out, pulling up into the large driveway and swiftly securing the car, her gaze turning to you with a dangerous and predatory look in them. Your mind shortcuts at the way she seems to seduce you with just her eyes, arousal quickly pooling between your thighs as she leans closer to you, her mouth ghosting yours. Your eyes start to flutter close, ready to feel her lips against yours but nothing happens, your brows furrowing as you hear her car door opening. "Come on Detka, don't you want your surprise?" she teases, your hand rushing to unclasp your seatbelt as you rush after her, her hands turning the key and opening the front door.

As soon as you step into the house, your back meets the door roughly, her lips pressing against yours fervently as her body pins you against the hard surface, a moan escaping you. Her hands glide down your sides, resting on your hips as she slides her leg between your thighs, a low groan leaving your lips at the feeling of her pressed against your core, your mind blurred with arousal and pleasure.

Wanda effortlessly slides her tongue into your mouth, moaning into the kiss at the amount of hunger and desperation you both seem to pour into it, her pulling back briefly before biting down softly on your lower lip and dragging it back, releasing it and staring into your significantly darker eyes. Your lips are slightly stained by her faint lipstick and your pupils are blown with lust as you pant for breath against the door, her hands moving your hips a little to grind against her leg, a smirk tugging at her lips at how you loll your head back, baring your neck for her to mark.

"I'm so proud of you Detka," she purrs against the column of your throat while letting her mouth roam the warm skin, her lips placing hot, open-mouth kisses at the sensitive part of your neck to hear soft moans spilling from your lips. "Such a good girl doing so well in your exams," her low tone mixed with the praise causes heat to flood throughout your body, glad she was pinned against you otherwise your legs would have certainly given in. "I think you deserve a reward, don't you Detka?" She trails kisses up along your neck, then your jaw, ending her words with her mouth ghosting yours, inviting you to chase them. When you do, she cruelly pulls back, revelling in the power she holds over you as you desperately wish to feel her lips against yours.

"Yes," you sigh out, moaning when she finally gives you what she wants, crashing her lips back to yours with even more passion behind it. The kiss turns messy but you don't care, it's hot, it's desperate and it's everything you've ever wanted.

You moan in surprise when she moves her hands to the back of your thighs, lifting you away from the door, your legs wrapping around her middle as she takes you to your room, your lips refusing to part for a moment.

"Wanda, please," you plead when she lowers you onto the soft mattress, your legs keeping her firmly pressed against your body, fingers tangling into her auburn locks as she kisses you senseless, your body craving her touch.

"Patience Detka," she rasps out, moving to press a sensual kiss to the underside of your jaw, smirking against the skin as you try to buck your hips upwards against her body, trying to ease the incessant throb between your legs. You could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs, needing to ease the heat building there as you clenched around nothing, wanting to feel her inside you. "Don't you want to know what your surprise is?" she murmurs against your lips, noticing how to reluctantly still your hips, your eyes conveying the pure desperation for her touch.

"I do but I need you Wanda," you sigh out, the older woman biting her lip at your submissive tone, arousal clouding her mind as she gazes into your eyes.

"I'll give you what you want soon, I promise Detka," she murmurs, her hands slowly travelling down your body until they reach the hem of your shirt, her eyes holding your excited gaze, "As for now, are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

"Yes," you whisper out as that's all you could muster, coherent thoughts swiftly leaving your mind as she lowers her mouth to the shell of your ear.

"I want you to strip for me Detka," she rasps out, accent delicately wrapped around her words, "Then I want you to wait patiently for me, no touching yourself, do you understand?"

"Yes," you say again, being obedient and listening to her, your mind processing what she said, "Wait, where are you going?"

"I'm going to get your surprise ready," she says, pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips, "I won't be long." She swiftly climbs off your body and going into the bathroom, your brows furrowed but anticipation flowing through you as you do as she asked, stripping out of all your clothes and waiting on the bed, trying to listen to what she was doing in the other room. Your hands stay by your sides but you have a sudden urge to relieve yourself of the warmth that's settled at your core, your legs squeezing together.

Luckily for you, Wanda doesn't take much longer, opening the door to reveal herself in a new set of lingerie, the black lace perfectly accentuating her chest, your eyes flickering down her perfect body and freezing when you see what else she's wearing. A harness is wrapped around her lower half as a strap on is fitted against it, a low groan escaping you at what was about to happen.

"Please come here," you whisper, desperation dripping from your voice as she climbs back over your body, connecting your lips softly and halting your desperation.

"Remember you can use your safe words at anytime," she reminds in a caring voice, nodding against her quickly before she lets the kiss turn hungry, her hands roaming your expose skin, wasting no time in moving them to cup your breasts, teasingly ghosting her fingers over your nipples as you grind your hips up.

A broken moan is torn out of your throat at the feeling of grinding against the black toy, your needy noises being swallowed by the older woman.

"Wanda, please make me come," you beg, and you frankly don't care at how pathetic you must sound, your eyes pleading with her to give you what you want.

"You can beg better than that Detka," she teases in a low tone, adding to the burning heat inside your body as you need her to do something more. "Show me how much you want it," you moan lewdly into the kiss at her dominant voice, your hands moving to her back, needing to hold onto something.

"Please, I need to feel you inside me, Wanda, I need you so bad, I-" She interrupts your begging with a rough kiss, unable to hold back herself, her hand lowering to your core. Your head is thrown back against the soft mattress when she effortlessly slides a finger inside you, your eyes gazing into hers as soft moans spill from your lips as she curls it beautifully inside you.

"I need to stretch you out Detka," she says, answering your silent question and fuck those words shouldn't be as hot as they were. You clench around her finger, a sinful noise being torn out of you when she adds another finger, steadily pumping them into you. "Fuck Detka," she groans when you clench around her harder, her amazed at how warm and wet you were for her. "You're so wet for me," she rasps out, groaning when your nails dig into her back a little as your hips move against her hands, pleasure coursing through your body with every thrust of her fingers.

"Wanda," you sigh out in almost a chant, moaning her name over and over again as you near your orgasm, body buzzing with pleasure as her lips claim yours over and over again, mind intoxicated with the thought of her. "I'm so close, please," you moan out in between heated kisses, Wanda pressing an apologetic kiss to your lips as she slides her fingers out of you, denying you the relief of your orgasm.

A frustrated and pitiful noise leaves your throat at being left on edge, your protests quickly ending when she moves her fingers to your lips, motioning for you to clean them. You let her slide her finger into your mouth, groaning against her digit at the taste of yourself before you swirl your tongue around it, watching how her eyes darken, almost lost in arousal as she admires the sight of you under her.

She seems to snap herself out of her daze, sliding her fingers out and moving the toy to your core, breath hitching at the feeling of it pressed against your clit. She moves her hips forwards, grinding it against you earning a low, guttural moan, while coating the toy in your arousal.

"Are you ready Detka?" she whispers softly, moving the tip of the toy to your entrance, waiting for your consent.

"Yes," you sigh out, a little nervous at the initial part but comforted by the feeling of her lips pressing against yours as she guides the toy into you slowly. You moan as she stretches you out perfectly, the toy reaching spots you didn't even know existed as she slowly drags her hips back before pushing it back in, starting a slow, steady pace as you adjust to the size of it.

"You look so pretty stretched around my cock Detka," she husks out causing you to clench around the toy, a whimper escaping you as she starts to move her hips further out, thrusting the toy deeper inside you.

Soon enough, your nails are scratching down her back as she snaps her hips into you, the slow and steady pace gone as she pounds the toy into you, earning moan after moan as you lose yourself in the pleasure. Lewd noises fill the room as she thrusts into you over and over again, a choked moan ripped out of you when she moves her hand to the back of your thigh, moving it slightly higher and letting the toy slide even deeper inside you, her hips powerful as she fucks you senseless.

"Fuck Wanda," you groan out as she snaps her hips into somehow even harder, your orgasm swiftly approaching as the toy hits all the right spots inside of you.

"You love being my little slut, don't you Detka?" she pants out against you, letting her forehead rest against yours as her hips are relentless, pleasure and euphoria flooding through you when she hits a certain spot inside you, your vision blurring with how turned on you were.

"Yes," you almost scream as you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of the orgasm you so desperately crave. "Yours, your slut," you sigh out, throwing your head back against the mattress again as your hands hold onto Wanda, mind focussing on the feeling of the toy sliding in and out of you mercilessly.

"Mine," she mutters out, letting her mouth pepper kisses against any part of skin she could.

"Please can I come," you plead her, eyes opening to meet her lust filled green, begging her to let you.

"Come all over my cock Detka," she groans against your lips, connecting them and swallowing the scream that leaves your lips as pleasure crashes through your entire body, legs shaking as they wrap around her waist, keeping her close as you grind against the toy, riding out your aftershocks.

You sigh against her lips when your body trembles a little less with the overwhelming amount of pleasure, her chuckling against your lips at your blissed out expression.

"I'm not finished with you yet Detka," she murmurs, "Roll over."

"Fuck," is all you can say as her hands move to your hips, turning you over so you were laying on your stomach before pulling your hips up to easily slide the toy into you.

She starts off slow, letting you adjust to the new position, revelling in all the noises that spill out of your lips. The noises mixed with the sight of you, hands gripping the sheets and hips moving back against her causes something inside Wanda to snap.

She pulls out swiftly and slams the toy back into you, a scream of her name reverberating around the room as she fucks you at a brutal pace, indulging in her wants as the base of the toy brushes her clit with each powerful thrust of her hips.

You can't do anything but let your mouth part into an 'o' shape, letting noise after noise spill carelessly from your lips as your body buzzed with pleasure, her hands pulling your hips back to reach even further inside you.

"Detka," she groans, the toy brushing perfectly against her clit, "You're such a good girl, taking me so well," she pants out, her hips stuttering a bit as her own orgasm nears, her pace still merciless though.

"Wanda," the tone of your voice only spurs her on to fuck you harder, her hips slamming the toy harder into you as her hand wraps around you middle, pulling you up into kneeling position. Her mouth moves to your ear, letting you hear her ragged breaths, sending heat straight to your core.

"I'm so close Detka," she sighs out, moving her fingers down your body, letting her index finger gently circle your clit, your hips bucking back against hers. "I want you to come with me," she groans, your hips pushing back against hers and causing the base of the toy to rub against her just how she wanted.

With her words, her fingers, and the toy inside you, your quickly on edge of another powerful orgasm, your head leaning back against her body as you tilt it to the side, connecting your lips.

"I'm going to come," you whimper out when she ruts her hips against you, her mouth messily meeting yours as she moans into the kiss, both of you crashing head first into your orgasms. Her hips stutter against you as she continues to thrust into you a little slower, your legs shaking as she holds your body upright, not letting you fall onto the mattress. She gently lowers you down, your body still trembling from the intensity of your release, slipping the toy out of you and pressing her body into you, peppering your shoulders in kisses as you press your face into the sheet.

"I've got you Detka," she whispers, moving the two of you around so she could pull your body against her, wrapping her arm around you. "I'm so proud of you, you did so well for me," she praises in a soft and loving tone, more comforting words gently falling from her lips to coax you back to reality as you bury your face against her neck, trying to regulate your breathing.

"I can't feel my legs," is the first thing you quietly whisper, her angelic laugh returning as she places a kiss to the top of your head.

"I wasn't too rough was I?" she asks cautiously, not wanting to have hurt you.

"No," you say with no hesitation, pulling back with tired eyes to look at her. "I loved it," you confess, causing her to smile before softly kissing you once more, unable to stop herself.

"Me too," she whispers, letting a comfortable silence take over the room for a bit before ushering you to go to the bathroom and clean up with her. You're reluctant to do so but, when she wraps her arms around you and murmurs sweet words in your ear the entire time, you listen, letting her clean you up and the toy before letting you both return to bed, your body clinging to hers as you cuddle against her, exhaustion creeping up on you both.

Your head rests against her bare chest, a smile engraved on your face at the idea of using her chest as your pillow, arm securely wrapped around her waist while her fingers play with the end of your hair.

"I love you Detka," she murmurs, voice quiet to keep the tranquil atmosphere as you slowly drift to sleep on her, her fingers moving to scratch your scalp softly and lull you to sleep.

"I love you too," you whisper, voice barely audible as you drift off to sleep in her gentle embrace. 

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[heartfullofleeches]

please elaborare on alien yan and them thembo cow reader

(Just a not so little dairy farmer and the extraterrestrial who's got the hots for them and not totally isn't trying to lure them onto their ship)

Fresh mountain air, wide open fields for you and your herd. It wasn't always easy, but this was certainly the life for you.

Early on, you did everything thing to conform to human society. Taken in by a family in a place where people like you were the norm life was pretty easy - say for strangers tugging your horns when you were too small to defend yourself and mooing at you on the street, but that problem took care of itself once you towered over your bullies later on with the strength to match.

The only challenge you faced afterwards was a thirst for a life that never was. Living in a bustling city, you never experienced the outdoor life yourself, but you grew up on the romanticized portrayals - and fell more in love with the real thing when you finally got a taste visiting a close friend's family farm. It was then and there you decided to pack up and move out to the country once you had the funds. As luck would have it, that friend called you up with an offer you couldn't refuse when they heard about your future plans. Overnight, you were the new owner of a farm and on your way to living the life of your dreams. Wished they'd told you more about the surveillance cameras you found hidden around during a deeper inspection of the place, but you'd manage.

You adored the change of scenery. There was a town a couple miles out so you weren't completely alone, but you had your animals to keep you company. Majority of your business comes from that town, but you've been taking a little break recently to take care of your herd and the bizarre events happening around your barn. You normally let your cows go free range, but two of them have gone missing without a trace. You've found strange symbols carved into the wood of your home and fields, the stocks from the harvest bundled neatly at your doorstep. Day by day, you started to regret not asking more about those odd cameras - especially since your friend hasn't answered any of your calls recently, but now's not the time to focus on that.

You've got a visitor.

Tires crunching atop the gravel road, an old beat up truck pulls up to the side of your house. No deliveries were scheduled for today, so you guessed they might've needed some assistance or looking to by something for the road. As the driver steps out of the vehicle, you're fairly surprised. They were big as you if not bigger; a slight hunch in their back obscured their full height. You've never met a human around your size and you couldn't see any features so far that would mark them as a hybrid. It was hard to see most of them really. A baseball cap was pulled over their eyes and the lower portion of their face was covered by a cloth mask. The only reason you knew was because they were staring right at you, all the way over at the open barn. The bovine at your side nudges your shoulder as you look back.

"I'll be back back soon. Okay?" You stroke her head and lead her back to the rise of the ground, picking up the filled bottles of milk and your bucket on your way out. The driver is inspecting your front door by the time you make it down the small hill to your humble home, picking at the flaking wood with their black nails. One foot on the porch and they're back focused on you. You still can't see their eyes or face, but their cheeks crinkle like they're smiling.

"Afternoon."

Their voice is...off. It's scratchy and hoarse like they haven't had a drink of water in days, but it reminds more you of static. Must be rough for truckers this time of year. "Afternoon! What can I do for you?"

The driver looks their feet, brows scrunched as they mutter to themselves. "H...ha.. Happen to have something to drink on you? I'm quite parched from my... travels."

"Course, kind of our main business here." You joke, reaching ingo your bottle for a glass. "On the house. Not to sound rude or anything, but you sound like you need it."

You hand the fresh bottle of milk to the stranger who graciously it off your hands - popping the top and taking a curious sip of the sweet cream. Their jaw shifts as they swish it around on their tongue, stiff shoulders relaxing some.

You fix the bill of your hat, horns making the task the toughest of your load. "Hope it's to your liking. Comes fresh from barn!"

The stranger studies your face and horns; eyes slowly falling to your chest and the cow print pattern of your tee. In a flash they're throwing their head back and down the entire bottle, lapping at its rim and snaking their slender tongue down its hole. It hits the bottom of the glass, pulsing against its floor. Maybe they were a hybrid -longest tongue you've ever seen. They stop only when their hat starts to slide back to fix it. You've never seen anyone so excited for your milk before - you hope the girls will be happy to hear this when you feed the herd later on.

"So, what are you doing in this parts? Haven't seen a delivery truck come by that wasn't one of mine in months."

A hairline crack runs the wall of the bottle. "I.... "ve just been on the road with no destination in mind. Searching for my place in the universe, but the country air is nice too. Think my trucks finally giving up on me, and I saw a sign for your farm down the road. Do you have a room I can stay in till I get it working? Food won't be an issue for me.. I can repay you with my services for now and send some money late on. Please..."

The poor thing. You rest your hand on their shoulder. "Slow down, it's alright. You don't have to pay me back or anything. Just focus on getting back on your feet, okay. The guest soon is a little junky right now since I haven't unpacked all my things, but you can wait in the living room while I'm moving things around. Welcome aboard."

Patting their arm, you swing the screen door open and step inside, inviting the in. Walking closer, their attention is taken by the wind chimes handing above your door, moreso the stains they reveal. The stranger takes off their coat and throws it on the chair outside your home. Your tail swings behind you with each step you take - so close yet so far. No - patience. They already had one slip up earlier with their lines. They'd rehearsed so many times, but not once did they conquer the hypothetical where you asked about them. It was the most logical option, so of course they skipped it. Their sweet cow would do nothing but offer a hand to the unfortunate. That's why they loved you so.

In their searches they found nothing to save this planet from its fate, but in the end one member of it's superior class would live on - in the stars.

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[leilakisakabiri]

request: Hi can you do where the reader is wearing Gavis hoodie and she accidentally stains it and starts freaking out. Thank uuu and i love ur writing

I Got You (Gavi)

Summary: You need Gavi to come help you after you get yourself into a bad situation.

Warning(s): None

A/N: Thank you so much for the request and for your support! Requests are open. Currently working on The Promises We Keep Pt 2. Also, guys if I haven't done your request yet, don't worry, it probably means it's gonna be a long one.

Word Count: 3.1k+

Masterlist

It was a Saturday night in Barcelona, and you were holed up in your room, feet tucked under you, a knitted blanket over your shoulders as you read over the words in front of you for the hundredth time.

While the city was alight with people getting drinks, dancing, and laughing, you silenced your phone, closed your blinds, and put your headphones on to quiet any outside noises. 

You had decided to stay in this weekend, caught up in writing an essay for your criminal law class that was worth 50% of your grade. Safe to say you did not take it lightly. You had been hunched over your computer for the last nine hours, brain numb and fingers aching as you had tried to come up with a thesis and strong argument for your essay. You had blocked out this weekend to finish the essay, letting everyone know ahead of time not to contact you unless it was an emergency, including Gavi. 

Gavi had been gone for the last couple of days, traveling around Europe for the last leg of La Liga, and he had been adamant about spending as much time with you as he could once he got back - before his summer schedule kicked off. However, that hope was quickly cut short when you informed him you most likely wouldn’t be able to see him at all this weekend due to you being stuck finishing your essay. 

Although he had tried to convince you to change your mind, bribing you with the idea of endless cuddles and then promising to be as silent as possible while you wrote when his first idea didn’t work, you relented, knowing that having him around would be a major distraction, one that you couldn’t afford. 

“I’m sorry Pablo I don’t think I can this weekend. What about Monday?” You asked hopefully. 

He sighed over the phone, his face pulling into a frown, “I can’t. We’re leaving Monday morning for France.”

You bit on your lip, feeling bad, “I’m sorry I just really need to focus this weekend.” 

He nodded, “I get it. It just sucks. I wanted to see you at least once before I’m gone again. But it’s fine – I’ll survive.” He replied dramatically. 

You grinned, “Well I’ll miss you Pablito.” 

“I already miss you.” 

The smile on your face only grew as your heart warmed at his words, “I’ll text you if anything changes. Have a great game, I’ll be watching.” 

He gave you a wink, “Damn gotta show off now that my girls watching.” 

You giggled at him, “Bye Pablo.” 

He mocked your tone playfully, “Bye Y/n.” 

That was last week, and now you were nose deep in your essay, textbooks scattered around you as you looked for possible quotes to strengthen your thesis. You had been so busy scanning the words on the page that you hadn’t noticed your phone buzzing non-stop next to you. 

Once you saw the glow of your phone screen curiosity got the better of you and you flipped it around seeing you had eight missed calls from your best friend. 

Your eyebrows knitted in confusion, it was almost two in the morning, she would for sure be at a club right now, happily dancing the night away with your friends, so why was she consistently calling you? 

The phone buzzed once again and this time you were quick to answer. 

“Hello, Gia, what’s going on?” 

Her voice was slurred on the other end, but you could sense the panic regardless, “Y/n? I don’t know where I am, I was with the others but then I went to the bathroom, and I then couldn’t find anyone anymore. And this guy won’t leave me alone-”

“Gia, where are you? I’ll come get you.” You cut off her rambling, already rushing to put on your shoes, essay long forgotten. 

She hiccupped, “I’m at Macarena. I’m sorry no one else answered.” 

“No, no problem at all. I’m coming right now, Gia. Don’t move. I’m glad you called.” You comforted her. 

The club was only a twenty-minute walk from your house, and seeing as you didn’t have a car or the time to wait for public transport, it was your best option. 

You cursed yourself for not answering sooner as you rushed to get your keys, grabbing a random hoodie on the way out. 

Although summer was beginning to creep into Barcelona, the nights were still chilly with cold winds rushing through the area. 

You sped through the streets, walking with purpose as you finally reached the club. You were severely underdressed for the club wearing a random hoodie and yoga pants. You saw the line for the club was still extremely long, wrapping around the corner and you knew you had no time to waste. 

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, you were never one to break any rules or ask for any special favors, but now seemed like a good time to start. 

You walked up to the club bouncer, ignoring the nasty look the guy at the front of the queue was sending you, “Excuse me. I need to get in right away, my friend is inside alone, and I need to help her.” 

You heard the guy next to you scoff. 

The bouncer looked at you unimpressed. “Sorry sweetheart. You want to get to her, you have to wait in line.” 

You relented, “Sir please, just look at my outfit,” you said gesturing to yourself, “clearly, I’m not here to party, I just need to get my friend and leave. You can even come with me!” 

He gave you an apprehensive look, taking in your appearance, “I can’t leave my post.” 

You groaned, “Fine, then can someone else escort me? I can literally call her right now. She’s not in the right head space.” 

He squinted his eyes at you, “You look familiar.” 

It finally clicked. This is where you had gone with Gavi and his team, celebrating after they had won a final a few weeks ago. They had treated you like royalty, blocking off a whole section just for you, the club owner even making an appearance to congratulate the team.

You didn’t like to use the fact that you were dating a well-known athlete as a way to get special privileges but if it meant helping your friend then you would do it. 

“Yeah, I was in VIP a few weeks ago. I know the owner, so please let me in.”

“What’s his name?” 

You racked your brain trying to think of that night, “Santiago. It was Santiago!” You replied, finally remembering. 

The bouncer gave you a once over before he finally nodded begrudgingly, “Fine – but be quick.” 

You heard the other people in line begin to argue but you quickly thanked the bouncer, rushing inside, not wanting to wait long enough for him to change his mind. 

God bless Gavi.

The place was packed, bodies pressed together so closely that you had to squeeze in between heavily making out couples and groups of friends to make your way to the middle. The strobe lights were going crazy, changing every few seconds to the beat of the music. There was a DJ booth twenty feet above the crowd playing EDM Spanish music and the crowd was going insane, chanting along. 

You hit your head on your forehead as you realized you forgot to ask her where she was. 

You pulled out your phone, letting out a breath of relief when she answered, “I’m here Gia. Where are you?” 

“I’m at- I said no, stop, I’m at the bar.” She huffed. You felt your anxiety rise, who was she talking to? 

“Ok, I’m coming.” 

You pushed through the throngs of people, finally spotting the bar, seeing her leaning against the counter, hands flying as she argued with someone. 

You walked towards them hearing the tail end of their conversation, a bad feeling in your stomach.

“Gia!” You yelled, coming to stand next to her. 

She gave you a relieved look, falling into you, the effort of standing up being too much. 

You caught her, hugging her back. 

“Oh wow – two for one. I got a buddy that would love you.” 

You steadied Gia looking up to see the guy she was talking with giving you a smirk. 

You held his gaze, annoyed, “No thanks. We’re leaving now.” 

You went to turn but he caught your wrist pulling you back, the drink in his hand sloshing,

“Woah, don’t go yet, the fun’s just getting started. Look my buddies are in VIP we can hook you up.” 

You yanked your hand away, giving him a disgusted look, “First don’t touch me. Second, we’re leaving.” 

“You’re not leaving.” He persisted. 

You raised an eyebrow, “Fucking watch me.” 

He reached for you again, but you were prepared, grabbing his hand, and flinging it off you, as you weaved into the crowd, ignoring his shouts. 

You let out a breath as you stepped outside of the club, grateful for the cold air after sweating through your hoodie in the packed club. 

You adjusted your hold on Gia, holding her waist as you started the trek back to your apartment. 

She stumbled over her steps as you walked, giggling, “Oh my god Y/n your bleeding!” 

You gave her a confused look, dragging her, “What?” 

She giggled again, reaching for your hoodie, “It’s coming from your stomach, look it’s red!” She pointed at your shirt. 

You looked down and you stopped in your tracks, breath hitching as you began to panic, “Oh shit Gia I’m wearing Gavi’s hoodie!” 

She stopped as well, letting go of you as she plopped onto the ground, staring up at you,

“So?” 

“So? He’s going to be so mad at me. That dick spilled his drink on me. This is a white hoodie – who knows if it will come out?” You stressed.

“It’s-" she hiccupped, “fine.” 

You shook your head, “No It’s not it’s his favorite hoodie, I didn’t even realize I was wearing it. Fuck, I have to clean as soon as we get home.” 

You started walking before you realized she wasn’t following you. 

“Gia?” 

You turned around to see her slumped against the sidewalk, eyes closed. 

You rushed to her side, shaking her, “Gia? Gia, are you okay?” 

She hummed, “I don’t feel so good.” 

“Can you walk? We’re almost halfway there.” You asked, helping her sit up so she was leaning against you. 

She groaned, “I’m going to throw up.” 

You looked around anxiously, unsure of what to do. You had left the main strip of clubs and restaurants, and were now on a back road, walking in an area that was dimly lit and that you weren’t too familiar with. 

“I can call an Uber.” 

You reached into your pocket, cursing yourself as you realized you had forgotten your wallet in the rush to get to the club. 

“Shit, I don’t have my wallet. Do you have yours?” 

“Antonio.” She groaned, leaning her head against your shoulder. 

You let out a huff, contemplating what to do. You attempted to get her to stand up once again, desperate to get out of the area, but she couldn’t stand, and you weren’t strong enough to carry her the rest of the way. You chewed on your lip debating a solution, but you didn’t want to do it unless it was the absolute, last, last resort. 

You spent the next five minutes calling all your friends, but no one answered. You groaned, frustrated, knowing you had run out of options. 

You heard your friend beginning to doze off and you shook her, “Gia stay awake.” 

She moaned, “Y/n I really don’t feel good. I don’t know what’s wrong.” 

Your finger hovered over the contact, and you finally pressed it, feeling the guilt build inside. 

It rang seven times before going to voicemail. You called back. 

On the third ring, the line finally connected, 

“Y/n? Why are you calling me so late?” Gavi’s voice was thick with sleep, his words murmured. 

Hearing his voice sent a pang of relief through you, and suddenly you didn’t feel so alone,

“Gavi I’m sorry. I really need your help.” 

He was up in an instant, wide awake, “What’s wrong?” 

“I’m stuck in the middle of the road with Gia. She got drunk and I went to get her but now I’m worried there’s something wrong. She can’t get up and we’re all alone. I don’t have any money. I called our friends, but no one answered, I-I didn’t know what to do.” You rushed out. 

You heard his breath accelerate on the other end of the line, “Ok don’t worry baby I’m coming. Send me your address, everything’s going to be okay. Just stay on the phone with me.” He reassured you. 

You nodded before realizing he couldn’t see you, “Thank you so much Gavi.”

You heard his car door open, “Anytime. If anything happens like this again you call me first, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

You stayed on the phone with him, rubbing Gia’s shoulder to comfort her, readjusting her whenever she began to doze off. 

Finally, you saw a familiar car pull onto the street, and you waved your hands, trying to get him to see you. 

The car made a quick turn and then Gavi was rushing out, a worried look on his face, 

“Oh thank god you’re okay. I was so worried.” 

“I’m so sorry for waking you. Thank you for coming.” 

“Y/n stop apologizing.” He said, helping you carry Gia to the car. 

Upon feeling that she was being lifted, her eyes shot open, “Y/n what’s going on?”

She glanced over to her left seeing Gavi before she turned to look at you, it took two seconds for her eyes to widen and then she was whipping her head back, “Gavi? The hell y-you doing here?” 

You giggled at her abruptness, “I had to call for help.” 

She turned to you, snuggling into your shoulder affectionately, “You’re the best Y/n. She was a rockstar today.” She spoke, as you both pushed her into the car. 

Gavi raised his eyebrow at you as you both got in, “A rockstar eh?” 

You rolled your eyes, “She’s just spewing nonsense.” 

Gia groaned in the back, hands clumsily coming to slap your shoulder, “Ehh don’t lie Y/n. You should have seen the way she talked to those guys – even I was scared.” 

You saw Gavi’s grip on the steering wheel tighten, his posture stiffened as he looked over at you,

“Guys? What guys?” 

You opened your mouth to reply but Gia beat you to it. 

“This one guy, he kept trying to get me to come with him, but then Y/n was like no way we’re leaving, and then he started hitting on her, but then he tried to grab her, and she karate chopped his hand! He was so embarrassed!” 

You felt yourself blushing at her recollection of events, “I did not karate chop his hand!” 

“Yes, you did. It was like in midair when he was talking about his friend that liked you, and then I blinked, and it was gone!”

“Did he try anything?” Gavi’s voice was hard, as he looked at you.

You shook your head, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “No don’t worry. We were fine.” 

You felt his body relax under your touch, and one of his hands came to grip your own, “You should have called me sooner. I’m sorry you had to deal with that asshole.” 

You felt your heart flutter at his words, “Don’t worry I handled it. But thank you, next time I will.” 

Soon you were pulling up to your apartment and hauling Gia up your steps. 

“I really wish we had an elevator right now.” Gia groaned as she was being half pulled, half carried up the steps. 

You made eye contact with Gavi after hearing her statement, and you had to bite your cheek not to laugh out loud, 

“You and me both G.”

Finally, you reached your apartment, and all let out a sigh of relief as she fell onto your bed, passing out almost immediately. 

You cringed as you saw her head land centimeters away from the sharp edge of one of your textbooks. 

You reached over, clearing the space so she was able to sleep without the risk of a concussion. 

You looked up once the area was cleaned to see Gavi looking at you intently, a weird expression on his face almost like he was stuck in his thoughts. 

“What? Is everything okay?” You asked unsure, looking down at yourself. 

That’s when you realized. 

You were still wearing his hoodie, the one that had a massive red stain on it now thanks to the jackass at the club. 

You had completely forgotten about it. 

You quickly apologized, “Gavi I’m so sorry. Gia called and I was so worried so I grabbed the first thing I could find – and then the guy kept grabbing me and had this drink – anyways,” you let out a huff, “I’m really really sorry, I can buy you a new one.” 

Gavi stared at you in surprise, shocked by your outburst, “Y/n relax. It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I know how much you love this sweatshirt.” 

Gavi shook his head slightly smiling, you were just so adorable, and he physically couldn’t hold back the words he’d been dying to say any longer, “I love you more though, so it’s fine.” 

“Wha-what?” You stumbled over your words, clearly not expecting such a big revelation.

“I said I love you.” He said it with so much confidence, almost like he was reciting a fact, something that couldn’t be changed, and you melted a little at how sure he sounded. 

You didn’t know what to say, your brain still playing those three words on a loop. He loved you. He had said it first. 

The silence stretched on and now it was his turn to get nervous, “Is that okay?”

Your mouth was still open in shock, but you quickly recovered, 

“Yo-you love me?” Your voice cracked. 

“Well, yeah… why would I not?” He asked, eyes locked on yours.

You shook your head, a smile gracing your features as you took a step closer to him, “I love you too, and I’m sorry-”

He cut you off with a sweet kiss, pulling you closer into him, as he slid his hands under the sweatshirt, fingers gently squeezing the soft flesh of your hips. 

Your lips moved in sync and your hands went to play with his hair, gently tugging. 

You heard him let out a groan and you bit his bottom lip instinctively. 

He pulled away out of breath, a dazed look in his eyes, “Joder, you can ruin all my hoodies if this is how you apologize.” He muttered breathlessly. 

You rolled your eyes, smiling as he brought you back into him for another kiss. 

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 16

Part 15

The next day, Steve was probably the clingiest he'd ever been. He thought his heat had ended but the new pack bonds brought on a new crest of lust. For the first time since he had arrived, he ate breakfast with everyone in the kitchen. After the meal, Steve made himself comfortable in Eddie's lap.

Eddie and Jeff were talking about concepts for the next album. Gareth was nursing his coffee, still waking up. Grant got up to refill his own mug and Steve's eyes followed him like a hawk. Eddie was pretty attuned to Steve's wants and needs. And when he felt Steve's fingers brush against his lips while staring at the unaware beta across the room, he had a pretty good idea of what his baby wanted.

"Remember sweetness, you gotta use your words. The boys don't know all your tells yet."

Steve whimpered and whined at first, but not longer after he was purring as Grant ate him out on the counter.

Soon enough though, it was time for Corroded Coffin to return to the public eye. And almost just as quickly, the fans with a keen eye noticed a certain omega showing up much more. Not just on Eddie's arm but the rest of the band's as well.

The more it was seen, the more permanent Steve's position appeared. It was February when the competing hashtags #ccomega and #notouromega showed up. Of course, the overwhelming majority of the fans were in the camp of 'neither one is gonna fuck you, so stop wasting your time arguing about it'.

Eddie was reading through a couple of argument threads, snickering to himself when Steve stepped out of the dressing room.

"What about this one?"

The outfit consisted of tight leather pants, a blazer, and a mesh shirt under that. Eddie's hands fell to the magnetic force that was Steve's nipples and started playing with them through the shirt. He let that be his answer and the online comment wars were forgotten for a moment. The new outfit was for an award show the band was attending and throughout the whole thing, Steve ignored his own reserved seat and stayed planted in Eddie's lap.

Given that it was an award show, many eyes were on it, even those not typically concerned with celebrity gossip. When it started spreading to such a degree, even THEY couldn't ignore it. Helen Harrington should have known something was up the moment Irene got that nasty look in her eyes, taking a sip of her champagne flute before speaking.

"Of course, we can't all have such famous children. Steve has been in so many magazines these days. I think the last one actually caught him with his pants down", Irene laughed haughtily.

Helen's face was tight with control. "You're such a charmer Irene. Not most people would admit to reading such tabloid trash."

It was reaching their circle of colleagues, which meant something must be done about their son. She and her husband Richard discussed as much. Steve couldn't be allowed to drag their name through the mud like this anymore.

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Steve had basically taken up residence in the band's house. He slept in Eddie's room, which was now functionally his as well. Every morning he woke up with their scents mingled and it made his omega purr with satisfaction. He liked whenever the rest of his pack's scents lingered on his body too. Every time he went out, people knew who he belonged to, even without a bite.

But the thought of getting a mating bite did intrigue him.

He wasn't sure how to bring it up though. They'd already taken a major step in their relationship. Asking to be mated forever seemed like asking too much too soon. But relaxing in the living room, warming his alpha's cock with his mouth while daytime television played on sounded perfect.

And everyday with Steve was perfect in Eddie's opinion. Valentine's Day needed to be more perfect. He had a hunch why Steve was spending February 13th with Jeff and Gareth. It didn't make him any less crabby about it though and unfortunately Grant was left to deal with his crabby ass. He was even crabbier when he realized Steve had awakened much earlier the next day and that Eddie wouldn't be seeing him until evening.

CC had a radio interview and Steve was off doing who knew what. Eddie had half a mind to send him relentless thirst texts but instead just made sure he remembered they had reservations at a private restaurant. Eddie sent a car to get Steve and by 8 they had both arrived. Eddie was practically drooling at the silk shirt Steve was wearing.

And the thrill of later events got to him as he put a hand to Steve's back and felt something lacy underneath the shirt.

"You got a surprise for me, baby?"

Steve's smile was coy. "Maybe. Maybe I did a little shopping and I needed a couple of extra eyes to make sure it looked right."

Well that explained why the other two tagged along. And Eddie was only a little jealous that they got to see his present early. Only a little. Steve was pressed to his side for the entire dinner, feeding each other and feeling his surprise just under the silk.

"Baby, I don't think I can wait any longer", Eddie murmured against his ear.

"I can't either", Steve whispered back, legs rubbing together.

There was no way they were making it back home. Steve needed Eddie inside him now and he let him know that by letting out quiet whimpers directly into his ear. Eddie bit his lip, getting a naughty thought in his head.

"I've got an idea...if you're into it."

Steve was definitely into any ideas he had and soon the bill was paid and they were rushing back to the car Eddie had driven here. Eddie started driving with one hand, then other cupped Steve between the legs. It didn't take long for Eddie to find what they needed.

A 24 hour car wash.

They both climbed into the backseat as soon as the car was set on the track. Steve sunk down on Eddie's cock and rode him without an ounce of shame, letting his voice ring out among the noises of the brushes and soap and water. Eddie knew he must have hearts in his eyes, watching this beautiful creature, shirt falling open to reveal the dark green lingerie underneath.

When they came, they only had a few moments to make themselves decent as the car started to exit the wash. Steve didn't even try, just lying in the backseat with his pants off while Eddie scrambled back to the front. With very little regard for much else, Eddie peeled out of the parking area to preserve Steve's modesty.

Meanwhile, Steve had few qualms about having his cunt out in the backseat. This time of night, it was dark besides a few streetlamps. he reached down to feel his own wetness mingling with Eddie's cum. Eddie wasn't playing any music, so the sound of Steve's pussy sounded like it was echoing in the car. This man would be the death of him.

The rest of the night was spent in romantic bliss, just the two of them. But Steve had already given the rest of his pack chocolates.

The next morning, Steve's dream of a domestic life with Eddie was interrupted by his phone ringing. Eddie groaned at the intrusion and Steve reached out to grab it and see who was calling him. The number had no name attached, but he knew it by heart. He'd known the number since he was young but it had been years since he'd called it. Or since it had called him.

He ignored the call to stop the ringing and cuddled back up to his alpha. Eddie was all who mattered right now. Not them. He ignored the call that came a couple of hours later, and the few that came the next day as well. He didn't even listen to the voicemails left for him. Whatever they had to say, couldn't be anything good.

It was two weeks later when he got his first piece of mail since he started living here and who else could it be from but his parents. He leaned against the fridge as he opened it, finally curious enough to find out what they wanted.

"So what'd they send you?", Eddie asked before spooning some cereal into his mouth.

For a moment, Steve simply stood there, mouth agape as he read the envelope's contents.

"Sweetheart?"

"My parents.... sent me a cease and desist letter."

Part 17 (final)

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could i request gip!sakura first time getting head? she’s so loser-codes i love it!

Second le Sserafim request in a row and why not? After all they are one of my ult groups (I promise I will write for others too, I'm already working on it).

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First Time for the loser

G!P Sakura X GN!Reader

Genre: smut

This woman is so whipped for you in a way that is almost funny. Kkura has always been calm and chill about everything in her career, so for her members was so strange seeing her so hyper and chaotic. That was because she was so in love in with you and lately also very horny.

There's something in the way you move or speak, in the way you touch her that makes her cock so hard that it hurts sometimes. And if the first times she managed to contain herself or cover the bulge in her pants, lately she was having an "hard" time. Even you noticed how she started to act a bit more snappy in the last couple of week.

You were not stupid nor blind, you could clearly see how horny she was and she clearly needed some relief. The problem was that you were a fresh couple, so you haven't still done that type of stuff. However you decided that it was time to change that. You couldn't manage to see her in that situation.

One day you invited her to your house for some "cuddles", so once you two were seated on the couch you sneakily started to caress her thighs, taking advantage of her shorts. The effect was almost immediate, the form of her short growning up, revealing the silhouette of her member, through the fabric, the tip coming out.

She was so stressed already, her body tensing up and her breath becoming heavy. She was making the biggest effort to act normal. Once again, you appreciated her behaviour, so it was time to help her. With a swift moment, you got on your knees, right under her.

Her eyes got bigger and her mouth went wide when you pulled down her shorts: now her fully hard cock was standing in the air, already twitching due to the excitement, pre-cum leaking.

Giggling, you kitten-licked her tip, tasting her pre-cum. That was the moment Sakura lost it, finally moaning, and gripping the couch to the pleasure. You enjoyed that scene, next starting to lick all her shaft, from the tip to the base.

At this point Kkura was a mess of whines and moans. You even kisses and played with her balls, and they were so heavy. This loser didn't even jerk off despite being so full of cum. "Keeping all this milk for me, dear?", you asked her, making her brain shut down.

She didn't have time to answer properly because her words were interrupted by your mouth finally taking her member inside, immediately moving your tongue around it. The poor girl couldn't believe how wet and soft your mouth was, she was becoming even more loud.

"Are you liking it, honey?", you teased, but she only nodded as answer, the pleasure taking full control of her brain. You then started to bob you head on her cock up and down, growning the deepness and speed of your movement every time.

The japanese girl was at her limit at that point, few minutes were passed since your first move, but her conception of time was destroyed. "Baby... I'm c-c-close!", she managed to say, between her moans and whines.

She expected you to remove your head, but instead you stayed right there, looking her in the eyes, while keeping to torture her tip with your tongue. In few seconds your mouth was filled with her seed, a huge load that was ready just for you since weeks probably.

You struggled a bit, it was really a lot, but you managed to gulp down the majority of it, showing her after the result. She was silly giggling at that scene, feeling a new person after that experience. You had the hunch that it was not the last time you would make your girlfriend happy in that way

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I hope you liked it, Anon. She's for real so loser-coded, such a pretty nerd with a big cock. I guess her partner is an happy person🤭❤️

Zazá

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⤑ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: (None) Fluff (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

⤑ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Midoriya comes back from work after a rough day (Short dabble)

Humming to a song silently to yourself, you finished up sweeping the cold floor of the kitchen. The warm air smelt like rain and apple cider, but that was only the work of the candle you got from the bath and body. The house was somewhat quiet, though the loud streets of Musutafu crept in. You had already set up the table the way you always did, every night he’s come back late from his job. The job that made you worry all the time. Pausing your movements, you hear the front door open and keys jingle. Heavy footsteps entered the house, Smiling to yourself you made your way to the front door. But your smile soon faded. A gasp escaped your mouth. You watched as Midoriya walked in tiredly. His face had a couple of scrapes on it, nothing major though. His hero suit had a few big cuts in it, hiding a few cuts. He was hunched over taking off his shoe when you walked up to him, but he didn’t really say anything yet. His jacket threatened to fall off his shoulders. The bag he was hold, had already been discarded to the side. He huffed, standing up fully. “..Hey sunshine..” His rough voice managed to get out with a weak smile. That’s what you love about him. Even when your husband was having a rough day, he always had a smile on his face. “Hey love..what happened?” Getting close to him you cupped his face and gave him a peck on his soft lip. You could already tell he was too tired to get any more words out. He just shook his head and sighed, resting and his hands on your waist and his head on your shoulder. “Rough day, huh?”. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was grinning. “Nothing I can’t handle”. You rubbed his back then tapped him lightly. “How about we go take a shower, get you to..relax a little?”. Izuku hummed, giving your hips one last squeeze before making his way to your shared bedroom. Finally in the bathroom you turn on the pipe and start running the warmish/ Hottish water. You plugged up the bath tube. Knocking on the door, Midoriya waited outside the door patiently. “You can come in you know” you mumbled as you tried to take off your shirt. Izuku walked in and sat on the toilet seat quietly. His towel held tightly around his waist (But it wouldn’t stay there for so long), while he ran his finger through his hair, yawning in the process. He was fixed on you, watching you closely with his tired eyes. Moving from your chest to your stomach to your hip- “You okay?” Your voice broke his concentration making the green- haired man blush. “U-uh.. yea. Yea..um let get in”. He discarded his towel from his waist. Before Midoriya could even get in first you stopped him. “Wait”. You quickly got into the warm water, already warming up to it as it hit your skin. Confused, Izuku follows you in. Usually Izuku would be behind you, but this time you switched it up. Your soft hands crept onto Izuku’s skin, making him hum gently. You massaged his shoulders and kissed the little scars on his back. He let his head fall down and hand massaged your feet, giggling a little when he tickled you. You hummed, enjoying the feeling of his warm body against yours. His fingers tracing imaginary lines on your legs.

“You always know just the right thing to do, sunshine”

I hope you enjoyed (⁠人⁠⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠ﾟ⁠+

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[hidden-snow]

This was an old request I'd gotten on my old account. I don't remember the requester, though.

ꨄ︎ Love's A Disease ꨄ︎

Warnings // Angst, reader almost dies, reader just has a simple case of Hanahaki Disease

Word count // 1,926

Dictionary: Hufwe / air instrument

"You made flowers grow in my lungs and, although they are beautiful, I cannot breathe." ~ Author Unknown

He’d always been the center of your attention, the reflection in your mirror, the reason to keep going. Your crush was major, filling your heart and soul with life every time you looked at him. And yet, it’d always been rejected, unreciprocated, unappreciated.

As a child, you’d grown up fascinated in the world of the sky people, following the scientists around all day before returning home to your family and people. Seeing your curiosity of the world they knew, Norm had taken it upon himself to teach you to read. And you took off, learning to read at a fast pace.

One particular subject had caught your eye, though. Something that described what was happening between you and Neteyam. The Hanahaki disease, caused by one-sided love, where the poor, lovesick victim begins to cough up flower petals from their lungs until they die. The only way they survived was either if their love was returned or the flowers were removed from their lungs. And if that happened, the love for that person would be removed permanently as well.

Even as your obsession over this subject grew, Norm and Max often told you that this disease was fictional, something that many people had been obsessed with when it came to writing. It was purely used to twist the reader’s emotions like a knife to the chest, a subject that would never come true.

Sometimes, you could swear you felt the flowers growing in your lungs, clogging up the space meant for oxygen. Hidden in the privacy of your home, you’d find yourself hunched over, coughing as small bioluminescent petals fluttered into your cupped palms, tainted with traces of scarlet red liquid.

It was hard to believe this disease was fictional when you stared down at these petals that had emerged from your throat in your attempts to clear it. When your parents or friends questioned you, you’d hide the petals, claiming to have just found them while walking through the forest and that you thought they were pretty.

When Jake first caught you coughing up these pretty petals, he’d immediately raised an eyebrow at your nervous excuses, unconvinced by the pretty little lies that tumbled from your lips, upturned in a sweet, innocent smile.

He watched you closely when you were around him, as if he were some kind of detective on a mission to find out where the petals truly came from. Little did he know that his eldest son was the cause of the petals randomly appearing in your hands, overfilling your cupped blue fingers until they fluttered to the ground around your feet.

As time went on, your condition only worsened, yet you were unable to find a way to solve this problem yourself. You wanted the growing flowers in your lungs to be removed, but not in a way that would cause you to lose the reason for your whole existence; your love for Neteyam.

In the mornings and evenings, you’d find yourself choking on whole flowers, watching as the bright blue rose-shaped blossoms tumbled from your mouth to your hands. If they weren’t plastered with your blood, they’d almost be pretty in a way, glowing blue that faded into a purple at the base of the petals, bright white dots speckling each petal.

Beautiful and deadly. That was the perfect description of the Hanahaki disease and your case was no different.

You didn’t understand why he treated you the way he did. You were loved by his family, his people, even his friends. With your spunky, sweet personality, mixed in with a surprisingly twist of stubbornness, you were a perfect match for him. Your mother often commented about how good of a couple you’d both be.

Not that she needed to point that out to you. You already knew it yourself.

And yet, anytime you’d ask him to hang out or spend time with you, he’d pass, using the excuse of training with his father to inherit the title of olo’eyktan one day. Then he’d stroll away, as if he already led the entire clan, head high and back straight. He’d never look back, even when you were coughing up the flowers, choking on your own love for him.

You didn’t know what you did wrong to make him dislike you so much.

Why did he avoid you as if you had some catchable disease.

You often thought he was stupid if he thought that he was keeping himself safe if he kept his distance. Hanahaki wasn’t infectious, after all.

Still you tried to catch his attention in anything you did, hoping for a glance your way, maybe even a smile or nod of approval at whatever it was you were doing.

Many nights, during clan meals, you’d volunteer to dance for the clan, something you’d mastered as a child, and your eyes were always on him. Yet, as you moved graceful to the beating of the drums and the occasional whistling of the hufwe, his gaze was pointed to someone else, anyone else, but you.

You were nonexistent to him and it was killing you.

Literally.

“Come on, Neteyam! Just one second of your time!”

You were getting pretty fed up with the way he seemed to be avoiding you when all you wanted to do was spend time with him like you’d done when you were both children.

Neteyam turned slowly, ears pinned in frustration, and he moved back towards you in that eye-catching swaying stride that only belonged to him. You couldn’t help but back away, practically feeling the waves of anger radiating from his body. He followed after you and you found yourself backed into a corner, your spine brushing against the rough bark of a tree behind you.

His hands slammed down on either side of your head as he leaned in, his golden amber gaze meeting your own, a trace of annoyance and disgust lacing those gold orbs.

“Why can’t you ever get a hint, Y/n? I know you’re just trying to pull some stupid prank on me. You and Lo’ak always think it’s so funny to play around with people’s feelings. I don’t want to be involved in it. So find someone else to follow around like a lovesick nantang pup!”

He straightened his back, giving you one last look over, and you could’ve sworn you saw the faintest softening of his gaze before it was returned to a strict, cold expression.

“Eywa, women are so fickle. It’s as if you’ve never known how to get a clue,” he sniffed over his shoulder before continuing on his way through the clan common ground towards his family.

You watch him leave, hot tears spilling over your pale cheeks, following the creases of your lips to drip off your chin. And with the tears came the pestering petals that always seemed to show up after he blew you off.

You could tell your little disease was getting worse, blowing up to a proportion so big that you didn’t know how to solve it. Neteyam wanted nothing to do with you. He’d made it very clear that he didn’t want you.

So why did he come rushing to your sickbed when he heard of your diagnosis?

Laying on a mat, too weak to move, you choked on the flower petals that clogged your throat, bloody little flowers flowing past your lips. Norm sat beside you, helping to clear them out as quickly as he could, apologies falling from his mouth as he desperately tried to figure out why this was happening. He knew what it was. So did Max. And Jake…

You couldn’t meet his worried, disappointed gaze. If only you’d found help sooner.

It was obvious that he knew. He understood exactly what your condition was when Norm murmured that dreadful name.

“What is it? What is wrong with her?”

Neteyam was pushing forward, shoving past the gathered people to sit by your side, witnessing with horror as you are struck with another coughing fit. The flowers were starting to get bigger and you were terrified. Terrified that, with each coughing fit, it’d be your last breath.

Your last chance to tell Neteyam just how you felt about him.

His hand slipped into your own, his palm warm and calloused, polar opposite from your soft, yet cold hand. He was on his knees, clutching your hand to his chest as if this was the last time he’d ever see you again.

As if he truly cared about you and your health.

“Hanahaki Disease,” Jake breathed out, moving to sit behind and slightly to the side of his eldest son.

“What is that? Is there a cure?”

The man you’d always seen as a father figure seemed to hesitate then, uncertainty overshadowing his golden gaze.

“It’s… kind of like a love sickness. We always thought it was fake, though. After all, the only cases ever known were always in fictional books.”

Neteyam scoffed, turning to look at his father, mouth open to try and dispute how ridiculous his father sounded. You were dying from a made up disease? How stupid did he think his son was?

But as he stared into his father’s eyes, words withered away like a dying plant, cut off by the despair that sat in those tired eyes.

“Dad, is there a cure?”

“It’s caused by one-sided love, Neteyam. The one who loves is the one affected. There is only one option. It’s too late for surgery. The one she loves needs to have feelings for her too.”

Neteyam turned back to you, clutching your hand tightly in between his.

“I need you to be honest, Y/n. Who is it? We need to know. Or you could die.”

You don’t know whether to laugh in his face or not. The irony of his words stung in your brain like thorns on a vine, not noticeable until it’s rubbed the wrong way.

Instead, you squeeze his hand back.

“You, skxawng. I love you.”

He’s taken aback by your words, doing a quick little double take. It’s as if he had never expected himself to become the target of your affection.

“Come again?”

His non-existent eyebrows are raised high on his forehead, mouth parted a couple inches as he watched you tug his hands towards your face. You brush your lips lightly over the calloused knuckles, trying to tell him that you weren’t joking or lying.

You loved him. So much so that you’d caught a disease for him. So much that you refused to have the flowers removed. You didn’t want to lose that love for him. You couldn’t do that to him.

“You love… me?”

His words are soft, hesitant, and you nod, which is more or less a flop of your head. You squeeze his hands lightly, staring up into his gaze.

“I can’t… I never thought you’d love me. I thought… I just thought you were playing with me. I…”

He looked away, as if just seeing you in this state hurt him. When he looked back, he was crying, tears following the crease of his cheeks to drip off his chin.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

What?

You couldn’t help but take a double take. All this time, you’d thought he’d despised you. That you’d been some kind of throw away person that he couldn’t care anything about.

“Say it again. Please? Say it again for me.”

He moved around a bit closer, cupping your cheek with his hand.

“I love you, Y/n. To the stars and back, I love you.”

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[cyankeiya]

Until the next morning

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Gojo Satoru

Word(s): 4.5k+

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Tags: labor, waterbreaking, tmpreg, twin birth, unassisted birth, explicit birth, orgasmic birth

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Satoru had been in labor since yesterday.

He was to be due for the birth of his and Suguru’s twin babies a couple days prior to him having contractions yesterday in the late afternoon. At the time, they were very far apart from each other, around 30 minutes, then late in the evening, they went down to 20 minutes apart. Satoru and Suguru spent the second half of the day waiting for the labor to progress, with Suguru helping his husband ride out the contractions in their home.

It was already morning the next day. Sleep did not come easy for neither Satoru nor Suguru last night. Satoru managed to fall asleep for a couple hours, but was mainly kept awake by the rough contractions. Suguru couldn’t really sleep much either due to Satoru’s loud groans of pain and also Suguru just being so anxious for his partner.  

The couple lay in their shared bed, close and facing each other. Satoru closed his eyes, blowing out slow breaths and groaning softly as the contractions were coming in at 10 minutes apart while Suguru massaged his hand along his partner’s large, aching belly in wide, gentle circles. Satoru opened his eyes, and saw that Suguru’s dark eyes looked tired and heavy.

“Sorry to keep you up,” Satoru said.

“No, don’t apologize.” Suguru said, kissing Satoru’s temple and continuing to rub his belly. “What matters is you right now.”

“I’d love it if I got to push today.” Satoru nodded. He’d been in labor, let alone pregnant, for too long, he was so ready to birth the twins. As Suguru smoothed his hand over Satoru’s stomach, he felt a bit of the babies’ movement in his palm.

“Wanna try and eat a bit?” asked Suguru. “I’ll bring food up here while you rest.”

“Yeah, sure, thank you.” Satoru pushed himself up with his arms. He’d been so focused on the pain yesterday that he barely ate, but he knew that he needed to try and eat today while his labor was still progressing.

“I’ll be back soon,” Suguru rubbed Satoru’s arm and headed out of their bedroom to the kitchen.

Suguru came back with beverages in plastic cups and food on paper plates since they were going to be in their room for what could be the next few to several hours. For both of them, it was water, tea, some fruit, and toast.

“Don’t eat too fast,” Suguru reminded him as they ate, his hand on Satoru’s back. “Or you’ll get heartburn.”

“I know,” Satoru replied, taking slower, smaller bites.

Although Satoru was still having contractions, the couple finished breakfast without any major incident. They disposed of their trash and rested in their bed. The two sat up against the pillows along the headboard, with Satoru breathing through the cramping pains and Suguru close beside him, massaging his belly gently.

“Good, Satoru, breathe just like that.” Suguru’s voice was so soft and gentle. Despite the pain of labor, Satoru was quite at ease with Suguru being so comforting like this to him.

Satoru then had an intense contraction, exclaimed at the pain and hunched over, grabbing underneath his belly. Suguru immediately pressed his hand to his husband’s chest. Satoru blew out a huff of breath as the pain subsided.

“That was 6 minutes from the last contraction. I guess I’m gonna have the babies soon after all.” Satoru smiled. Suguru smiled back at him and kissed his lips.

Satoru sat at the edge of their bed and Suguru stood in front of him, their arms latched together. Satoru hung his head down against Suguru’s torso, breathing slowly through the contractions, which were currently 4 minutes apart. Satoru let out low groans of pain after each breath.

“Mmm…Suguru…” Satoru muttered.

“That’s good, Satoru, you’re doing so good.” Suguru said. He ran his fingers through Satoru’s soft white hair and kissed his head. “Wanna try walking around in the room for a bit? See if your water will break?”

“I’ll try.”

Suguru helped Satoru stand up, they walked around their room, Satoru holding onto a wall with Suguru holding his right side for support. Satoru started to limp a bit, and there was more pressure building up in his cervix.

“Getting pretty bad, huh?” Suguru asked.

“It’s been that way,” Satoru nodded, eyes shut. He leaned over a bit as he had another contraction, blowing out a huff of breath. Suguru held his hand under Satoru’s gravid belly, feeling a bit of movement from their babies against his palm.

“They started moving more when your hand was there.” Satoru laughed a bit through a labored breath. “They wanna meet their daddy.”

“I can’t wait to meet them either.” Suguru smiled. He and Satoru kissed on the lips. Their eyes met as they pulled away, and it drove them to a full makeout session as they stood along the wall of their bedroom.

Satoru suddenly felt a largely intense pressure immediately build up in his belly. He pulled away from kissing Suguru, yelling out and hunching over. Suguru saw as fluid gushed out from underneath Satoru’s shorts and onto the carpet between his legs.

His water broke.

Satoru was still hunched over, gasping through the pain of one of the babies’ heads pushing against his cervix. Suguru held his hand to his taller partner’s chest so he wouldn’t fall over.

“Breathe, Satoru,” Suguru reminded him gently. “Let’s go to the bathroom.”

Satoru spent this next moment in complete agony. His contractions were within a minute of each other, he let out more loud moans of pain. He sat on the toilet, pants off, struggling in his seat to try and find a position that was even slightly a bit more comfortable. Suguru stood in front of him, letting Satoru hang off of him as he endured those contractions.

“OHHHH MY GODDDD–“ Satoru exclaimed, his screaming becoming heavy pants as he came down from a strong contraction. Tears dripped from his eyes onto his lap. He buried his face into Suguru’s stomach as he sobbed, knowing things were only going to progress faster and become more intense. “SUGURU, MAKE IT STOP!!”

“I know, honey, I know. I wish there was more I could do.” Suguru said, rubbing his hand to Satoru’s back. He then kneeled in front of Satoru, pressing foreheads with him, smoothing his hands over Satoru’s heavy, aching belly in wide, gentle circles.

“Hrrrggghhh…fuck!!” Satoru grunted at another contraction. “Ahhhhh I can’t…!!”

“Yes you can, you got this,” Suguru spoke gently, hands still on the heavy swell of Satoru’s belly. “Breathe, Satoru, you’re so, so strong.”

More screaming and sobbing from Satoru as he sat on the toilet, Suguru in return praising and encouraging him as he labored.

“This is all your fault,” Satoru muttered.

“I’m sorry, baby, I’m sorry,” Suguru responded, kissing Satoru’s head through his fluffy white hair. “Wanna get into bed?”

“Mhm, yeah,” Satoru nodded. Suguru helped Satoru off the toilet, letting him hang onto him. On the way out the bathroom, Suguru grabbed the supply basket from the sink counter and some towels.

Suguru laid the towels along Satoru’s side of the mattress. Satoru climbed into bed, laying on his side and pressing a pillow to his heavy aching belly. He was exhausted, aching all over, and drenched in sweat. Suguru stood at Satoru’s side of the bed, wiping his partner’s sweaty forehead with the washcloth before holding out his hand for him to squeeze.

Suguru stroked Satoru’s fluffy white hair. “I’m gonna get the mirror, okay? I’ll be quick.” He rushed to the opposite corner of their bedroom to grab the full-length mirror so they could both see Satoru’s progress through the birth.

“Sugu, come back…” Satoru whined out from the bed.

“I’m here, I’m here now.” Suguru rushed back to Satoru’s side after leaning the mirror against the drawer next to their bed. He rubbed his hand to the side of Satoru’s belly and helped him sip some water. Satoru let out soft whimpers of pain as his contractions were coming in within much less than a minute of each other.

“Suguru…I need to pushhhhh…” Satoru panted in a desperate huff, reaching for Suguru’s forearm.

“Okay, I’ll check you first.” Suguru lifted his leg and checked his dilation, saw he was dilating but he wasn’t ready. “It looks like you’re only around 6 cm.”

Satoru groaned in frustration. Tears welled up beneath his sky blue eyes, glistening his snowy lashes.

“I know, you’re almost there,” Suguru rubbed Satoru’s belly soothingly. “Just a little longer, okay?”

Satoru clutched Suguru’s hand as he labored lying down, his panting becoming rapid while the agonizing pain became more unbearable. He muffled his screams and cursing into the pillow he was hugging. Suguru did his best to soothe him, rubbing his belly and whispering affectionate, encouraging words to him.

“That’s it Satoru, just breathe,” Suguru reminded him gently. “You’re at 8cm now, you’re almost there.”

Satoru slowed his breathing, taking slow deep breaths. He sort of calmed down for a bit to try and regain his focus. Satoru looked down at their clasped, joined hands, which wore their silver wedding bands on their ring fingers. He looked up at Suguru who’s soft, dark eyes looked so lovingly at him.

“Suguru…” Satoru let out a weak breath.

“It’s me, baby,” Suguru said. He kissed Satoru’s hand and brushed his messy snowy-white hair out of his face. “It’s me. I’m right here.”

Satoru nodded. Even in the midst of the incredible labor pains, Suguru being with him was enough to make it all a little more bearable.

“I love you,” Satoru said.

“I love you too,” Suguru smiled. “Love you so, so much.” He kissed Satoru’s temple, which then led to Satoru turning his head and pulling his husband’s head in for a kiss on the lips. “My love,” Suguru whispered.

“My one and only,” Satoru whispered back.

…

Once Satoru was fully dilated at 10cm, Suguru had him get into the birthing position he wanted. Satoru chose to lean his back against Suguru’s stomach, legs spread. They sat on the mattress right in front of the mirror to watch Satoru’s progress.

Satoru did not waste time pushing. The process was met with more yelling and panting.

“That’s it, baby, you’re doing amazing,” Suguru said, keeping hold of Satoru’s hand.

“Ohhh…Suguru, I can’t!!” Satoru whined as he leaned his head back against Suguru’s shoulder. He gripped Suguru’s hand tightly as he felt the overwhelming pressure intensify between his legs. “I can’t do this!!”

Suguru rubbed Satoru’s big, hardened belly and kissed his cheek. “I know it’s hard, baby,” Suguru spoke softly. “Just try to rest for a bit. Breathe.”

Satoru took a rest from the pushing, catching his breath as he breathed through these next few contractions. Suguru continued to gently massage his belly, then rubbed his tender chest with his other hand. He looked in the mirror, which was reflecting a full body angle of Satoru, breathing heavily and leaning back against him with his legs spread, shirt lifted above the swell of his large, heavy belly.

The sight of his beautiful, birthing husband was too much for Suguru Geto.

“You know how good you look birthing my babies right now?” Suguru spoke softly into Satoru’s ear.

“Suguru, you’re so naughty,” Satoru laughed an exhausted laugh. “You want me so bad, even like this?” He knew how much Suguru loved him and his body, especially during the months when he was all round and pregnant and full of his babies.

You’re so gorgeous. I can’t ever get enough of you.” Suguru nuzzled his face into Satoru’s neck. “I love you.” Suguru said as he kissed Satoru’s neck and cheek.

“Suguru, please,” Satoru panted, looking at his husband, feeling hot with want for Suguru’s touch. “Suguru, please, touch me, I need you.”

Suguru leaned into Satoru’s face and kissed his lips, then again, then a few more times. Suguru’s kisses were so soft, gentle, and passionate, Satoru was totally melting now. Suguru reached his hand down to Satoru’s crotch and pressed two fingers to the tender lips of his opening. Satoru let out a soft moan at the touch. “Does that feel okay?”

“Mhm, yes~ More~”

Suguru slowly moved his fingers up and down Satoru’s crotch. “My Satoru’s so beautiful,” Suguru whispered softly into his partner’s ear. “Relax, baby. You’re in so much pain right now. Let me make you feel good.”

“Mmm…Suguru~” Satoru moaned. He pulled Suguru in for a passionate kiss. Suguru made quicker work of his fingers against Satoru’s swollen crotch. “It feels so good…”

“I love you, baby,” Suguru whispered.

“I love you too.”

They kissed a few more times. Suguru continued to rub his fingers at Satoru’s opening, his other hand gently massaging his swollen, tender chest. More soft moaning and whimpering from Satoru as he could feel Suguru’s fingers stimulate him.

“Suguru, I’m gonna come,” Satoru huffed. Suguru removed his hand from his husband's crotch. Satoru moaned as he came. He panted to catch his breath, eyes shut before he opened them and looked at Suguru, whose soft, dark eyes and smile were locked in on him.

“You’re so beautiful, honey,” Suguru gazed.

“I love you, I love you,” Satoru breathed.

“I love you too.”

They kissed again, then a few more times. Satoru melted into Suguru’s embrace, even in the midst of the pain of labor he could bear it better just having his husband with him.

Satoru could feel himself having another contraction.“I-I’m gonna push now,” He breathed between kisses.

“Alright, push,” Suguru said as he pulled away from a kiss.

Satoru spread his legs, waiting for another contraction before he breathed and pushed. Pushing became easier this time after Suguru pleasured him.

“That felt…that felt so good,” Satoru laughed.

“Awesome, you’re doing amazing.” Suguru smiled, kissing Satoru’s sweaty face.

Suguru reached his hand between Satoru’s legs. Satoru pushed into Suguru’s hand, Suguru felt as the baby’s head bulged.

“Keep pushing, Satoru,” Suguru said.

Satoru's breath quickened at the next contraction, pushing again, then again. He exclaimed through a harder exertion of force, feeling the lips of his opening stretch further apart as the baby’s head made its way out of his body.

“Baby’s head is out, honey, you see that?” Suguru said, eyes looking in the mirror. Satoru followed, and saw in his reflection that he’d pushed the first baby’s head out completely.

“Yes, I do,” Satoru let out an exhausted laugh. “They have hair.”

“Yeah they do have hair.” Suguru laughed and pressed his lips to Satoru’s cheek. “You’re doing incredible.”

Now came the hardest part…getting the shoulders out. Satoru’s breath quickened at the start of a contraction, and he groaned through another big push. A few more pushes, and he could feel himself stretch more, to where he feared he was at his limit.

“Hrrghhhh…ohhhhhh…!!!” Satoru clenched his teeth as he had a contraction, but couldn’t push due to a searing pain that cut through between his legs. “Suguru!!!”

“Satoru,” Suguru spoke, worried because Satoru’s tone sounded very pained. “Baby, I’m here, what’s wrong?”

“Oh my god…I’m gonna tear, I’m gonna tear,” Satoru panicked. “FUCK!!! SUGURU, I’M GONNA TEAR, IT’S BURNING!!” He started panting and gasping, the pain acute and overwhelming.

“Okay, you can stop pushing for a bit.” Suguru spoke softly. Satoru stopped pushing, clutching at Suguru’s shoulder, letting him know how scared and vulnerable he was. “Breathe, breathe, Satoru,” Suguru gently rubbed Satoru’s belly. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Satoru slowed his breathing down again, breaths heavy and labored as himself. More tears stung his eyes. He would ask Suguru to pleasure him again, but he was too scared that any pressure to his crotch when it was strained would hurt.

“Suguru…I can’t push like this, I need to get up and turn around.” Satoru panted.

“I’ll help you up.” Suguru said, guiding Satoru to sit up and turn around to get on his hands and knees.

“Ohhhhh…” Satoru groaned. The baby was big, and with the head pushed out, the gravity was pulling down on his belly even more.

“I know, I know, honey,” Suguru sat in front of Satory, holding his hand to his back and kissing his head through his hair. “Just breathe, and push when you can.”

Satoru panted, waiting for the next contraction before sucking in a deep breath and pushing down. The pain wasn’t so sharp this time, he could push. “Hrrrghhhh come on…!!” He groaned.

“That’s it, good,” Suguru said, continuing to rub Satoru’s back. Satoru’s head was hung down, with the top of his head leaning against Suguru’s stomach. “How’s this for you…pushing like this?”

Satoru nodded. “Mhmmm…better…”

“Amazing,” Suguru said, “Keep going.”

Satoru straddled his legs, spreading them wider on the mattress. He gripped at the sheets as he continued to push, which was met with more yelling. Suguru kept encouraging him throughout, holding him close. After several minutes, Satoru pushed the shoulders of the first baby out.

“Hooooohhhh oh my goddddd…” Satoru groaned in overwhelm at the feeling that he was completely stretched out from this part of the birth. He started panting heavily again, his legs trembled.

“You did it, you did it, baby, you got the shoulders out.” Suguru rubbed his hand along Satoru’s back. “Keep pushing, breathe and push, you’re doing amazing. I got you.

When Satoru felt his energy build up again, he sucked in a deep breath and gave another big push. Then a few more. Satoru continued pushing on Suguru’s instruction, and after minutes of what seemed like forever, Satoru felt the baby sliding further out of his body.

“SUGURU, IT’S COMINGGGG!! FUCK…GET IT OUT!!” screamed Satoru.

“Hold onto me.” Suguru guided Satoru’s arms to wrap around his neck shoulders so he could bring his body forward for Suguru to help deliver the first baby. “Okay, Satoru, push!!”

Satoru yelled out through a hard push, hugging Suguru tightly as he guided the baby completely out of him and into his waiting hands. “Satoru, our first baby’s here.”

Satoru’s screams died down as he heard the cries of the first baby. He did not let go of Suguru, he still had his arms wrapped around him. Satoru was sobbing now.

“We have a baby boy.” Suguru gasped.

“W-Where is he?” Satoru asked frantically.

“Right here,” Suguru carefully lifted the squirming newborn up. Satoru pulled himself away from his hold on Suguru so he could see their baby, their newborn son. He had white hair, just like Satoru, his eyes dark like Suguru’s.

“Gimme him—” Satoru sobbed. Suguru placed the crying baby carefully into Satoru’s arms. More tears flowed down Satoru’s cheeks. “Hi there, hi…there you are…” Satoru whispered to his baby. “It’s okay, shh…Daddy’s got you.”

“He’s so perfect,” Suguru nodded, kissing Satoru’s sweaty face. Suguru was crying too through a laugh.

Suguru waited a bit before cutting the umbilical cord. He cleaned their newborn son and wrapped him in a fresh towel before placing him into Satoru’s arms so he could breastfeed him.

“He’s so healthy…” Suguru sighed in relief, keeping his arm wrapped around Satoru.

“Yes, he’s strong,” Satoru smiled. “He’s perfect.”

Satoru’s ongoing contractions were a constant reminder that he was supposed to do this for the second time.

Suguru placed their first baby in the crib in the corner of the room, swaddled in the towel.

Satoru sat up in bed against the pillows and headboard with his legs spread. Suguru gave him some water and checked him, making sure that there was no abnormal bleeding. And there wasn’t any, thank God. For Satoru, the contractions were practically on top of each other. At this time, he was just trying to focus on breathing steadily. His eyes were shut and his breath was a little bit shaky, but he was breathing well, deeply and slowly.

“Hey baby, are you still doing okay?” asked Suguru, rubbing Satoru’s leg.

“Mhm, I am.” Satoru nodded.

“Good, good. How do you want to push?”

“This is fine, me sitting like this.”

Suguru leaned over and kissed Satoru’s forehead. “Are you ready?”

Satoru shook his head, he was still so achy and tired from the first birth. “Not yet, just a little longer.”

“Okay, let’s stay like this for a bit. But I can’t have you not push for too long, or it won’t be good for you or this next baby.” Suguru lay beside his husband, hand on his still swollen belly and lips pressed to his cheek.

“Oohhhhhhh...” Satoru’s heavy breathing melted into soft whimpers of pain with each contraction. “Ahhhh…hahhhhhh…”

“Good job, Satoru,” Suguru whispered, his hand rubbing Satoru’s belly in circles. “Just like that, my love.”

Satoru inhaled a slow, deep breath, and exhaled it out. “You’re so good to me, Suguru,” Satoru breathed, a little weepy from the complete overwhelming exhaustion.

“I’m only loving you.” Suguru smiled. He put his hand to Satoru’s face. “I love you, I love you.” He repeated.

“I love you too.” Satoru smiled, and they kissed each other softly on the lips a few times. He pulled away when he had a contraction, signaling him he needed to get started.

“Suguru, I gotta push.” Satoru huffed through clenched teeth, hand clutching his cramping belly.

Suguru nodded, and offered his hand to Satoru for support. “Alright, push when you can.”

Satoru sucked in a deep breath, spreading his legs further. As he felt another contraction come on, he groaned out through a hard push. He threw his head back, panting out the rest of the contraction.

“Good job, Satoru, you’re doing great.” Suguru said, wiping Satoru’s sweaty forehead with the washcloth.

As the pressure increased in his pelvis with each contraction, Satoru tried to relax himself, giving into the uncontrollable urges to push. After some time and pushing on Suguru’s instruction, Satoru had pushed the next baby’s head out.

“Do you see that, Satoru? They have hair.” Suguru asked, gesturing to the mirror. Satoru looked, saw that the baby’s emerged head had light hair, likely white, same as their son’s.

“Mhm, yeah.” Satoru nodded. His body tensed and he started gasping, his eyes stung with tears. He had to get the shoulders out the second time. “Oh god, Suguru, I need you, I need you.” He wailed, tightening his grip on Suguru’s hand.

“Breathe,” Suguru rubbed Satoru’s back with his free hand. “I’m here. I got you.”

Satoru took slow, deep breaths. “Ohhhh, Suguruuuuu!” He then yelled out and arched his back through another push, the lips of his opening straining again trying to get the shoulders out.

“I know, honey,” Suguru kissed Satoru’s cheek. “Do you need to change positions?”

“No, I…I can do it this way.” Satoru shook his head. “I’ll be fine.”

Suguru nodded and gave Satoru’s hand a firm, reassuring squeeze. With his other hand, Suguru brushed Satoru’s white hair back from his forehead. “Okay, push again when you can.”

More minutes passed of pushing and yelling, and Satoru managed to get the shoulders out of his shuddering body. He sobbed due to exhaustion and the overwhelming strain resulting from this part of the birth, with Suguru doing his best to soothe him.

“Amazing job. You’re doing great, Satoru.” Suguru said as Satoru was looking up at the ceiling, panting heavy huffs of breath. “Just keep breathing and pushing, and this next baby will be out. You can do this.”

Satoru looked up at Suguru leaning over him. Suguru’s expression turned into a small smile, his dark eyes looking so soft and lovingly at his husband. Satoru’s heart ached, because he knew how much it hurt Suguru to see him in so much pain. But Suguru, he was here, supporting him as he brought their babies into the world. Satoru smiled a tired smile in acknowledgement and nodded.

As he felt another contraction, Satoru shut his eyes and drew his legs back, sucking in a deep breath as he pushed again. And again, and another time. The baby had now slid halfway outside of him. Satoru was so tired, tired of being pregnant and in labor, tired of feeling so sore and heavy and struggling to breathe.

“OH MY GOD IT’S COMING!!” Satoru screamed out. He let go of Suguru’s hand to pull his legs back further with his hands as the strain and pressure mounted with the baby leaving his body. “SUGURU!!”

Suguru moved himself from his husband’s side to in front of him so he could catch the baby. “I got ‘em, keep going.” Suguru assured, hands carefully placed underneath the emerging baby’s head and back.

Satoru let out a loud scream as he pushed hard, desperate to make this push his last one. The baby slid completely out of him. Suguru held the second newborn in his hands, watching as the baby took a first breath with a loud cry.

“Satoru, she’s here…we have a girl,” Suguru gasped.

“Give me…give her here, please,” Satoru panted and held out his tired arms, his eyes still shut with his head resting back against the pillows.

Suguru carefully placed their baby daughter in Satoru’s arms. Satoru opened his eyes, and saw his tiny newborn baby, who was still crying as he held her.

“Oh my baby, my baby girl, hi there, it’s okay, Daddy’s here, Daddy’s got you,” Satoru sobbed. He cupped her head. Her hair was also white, with her eyes dark. Satoru kissed her forehead, held her to his bare chest, and rubbed his hand to her back.

Suguru laughed through a sob of joy. “Satoru, she’s beautiful.” He held his hand under their daughter’s head. “Welcome to the world, little one.” Suguru looked at Satoru and kissed him repeatedly on his sweat and tear-soaked face. After assisting with the afterbirth, Suguru cut the umbilical cord and wrapped their daughter in another fresh towel. He cleaned Satoru up next, then the bedding, discarding the bloodied towels. “Let me get our son, yeah?” Suguru asked Satoru. “So you can hold him too.”

Suguru went over to the crib to take their son in his arms. He gave him to Satoru, who was sitting up with his back against the stacked pillows, and holding the twins in both his arms for breastfeeding.

“Suguru, thank you, thank you.” Satoru sobbed out. He was so tired, but relieved. Because it was over, their babies were born healthy. And Suguru had been there to support him throughout all the pain and exhaustion that came with giving birth. “For being here.”

Suguru was kneeling in front of Satoru, hand holding the back of his head. He pulled him closer with him until their foreheads were pressed together. “I’m here, always here. And thank you, Satoru,” Suguru spoke softly. “You gave us two perfect, healthy babies. You’re so strong and so amazing.”

“I love you.” Satoru said. “I love our family.”

“I love you too, and our family. I love all of us.” Suguru kissed Satoru’s lips once. They pulled away slowly to gaze into each other’s eyes before kissing again a few more times.

Suguru and Satoru had done it, giving birth to healthy twin babies. The couple could finally rest, just for now.

#birth fiction #birth kink #giving birth #preg kink #pregnancy kink #labor #labor kink #in labor #mpreg #mpreg kink #mpregnancy #tmpreg

[dduane]

Diane, I am wondering something about writing and you are very wise and very kind.

For context, I've been seeing a therapist for a few months and just saw a psychiatrist Sunday night and they both used the phrase "dissociative daydreaming". It started when I was about 13 and I'm 28 now and it is getting in the way of my life. I'll be having a one-on-one conversation with someone alone in a quiet room and completely miss a few seconds of what they say, and I zone out a lot when eating at restaurants and it creeps people out. The psychiatrist says we are going to work on getting this under control in the next couple months.

The thing is, I like writing fiction and I do a lot of my imagining while I'm in this "zoned out" state. You know, that being a major part of dissociative daydreaming. So I'm wondering, sorry for assuming (assuming makes an ass out of you and me), but if you do not also dissociative daydream, or any other fiction writers here do, how do you think about your stories? Do you just sit down at your desk and say to yourself "I shall write a story now" without leaving your unoccupied body staring at a wall?

First of all: my apologies for having taken so long to get to this... my ask box is so piled up with overdue stuff right now. (sigh) And thanks for the nice words. I don't know about the "wise", and sometimes I screw up the "kind", but I do what I can with what I've got.

Anyway, re: "Do you just sit down at your desk and say to yourself 'I shall write a story now' without leaving your unoccupied body staring at a wall?"

...Yeah, pretty much. Here's how the story-building process usually goes for me.

First I outline. (As detailed here.) The outlining is for me the equivalent of drawing a blueprint, or doing the measure-twice work that comes before taking a saw to the materials you're going to use to build a bookshelf. For this part of the process, as I assemble the underlying framework of the story, I've found it vital to be as completely present, alert and aware as possible. This is where the order of physical action gets laid out, errors of reasoning get caught, blind alleys get erased from the blueprint, useless character transactions get identified and thrown away, and hunches / incomplete ideas get incorporated.

While assembling the outline, if I find my concentration drifting or somehow compromised, I stop work as quickly as possible and put it aside until I can find time to deal with it when I won't be distracted by other stuff. Much experience has taught me that if I get sloppy about this, I may well wind up being really annoyed about it later on... secondary to having missed something vital about character interactions, or screwed up some important sequence of physical action. The writing time lost in fixing careless errors of this kind infuriates me... so I take my time with the outlining.

It's after the framework of the story is in place that the vaguing-out stages of both writing and thinking about the writing come into play. Over many years I've found that the shower, in the morning, is one of the best places for this. Usually when I'm in active writing mode on a project, the first thing I'll do after waking up (while still in bed) will be to look over the writing done the previous day, and—if there's need—check the outline to see what I was planning to do next. Then I hit the showers.

That's where the ideas really start to flow while I'm unfocused: scene descriptions and action sequences in particular. I don't know what it is, but running water really seems to do it for me. (One time I was up at this place for a writing trip, and plotted about six novels one after the other, over a week. Those tubes in the picture dump a liter of hot water per second onto your head. Very, very effective for me.)

...I'm also absolutely horrified to have to admit that one of the very best places for me to be in order to have dialogue arrive is at the kitchen sink, doing dishes. Possibly because there are few other situations in my day to day life where I more desperately want to have my mind be somewhere else. Anywhere else. (But also: running water again...)

In between these two modes of composition lies a hybrid "full-spectrum" writing mode in which I can switch pretty much seamlessly from total immersion in the scene presently unfolding to a more analytical examination of what's going on: a constant realtime adjustment of format issues, timing, pacing, and a lot of other things. When in this mode I can vague out when necessary, inventing new stuff as needed or refining material that was already there, and then snap back into the mode where I'm keeping an eye on paragraph lengths or whether there are too many em-dashes popping up. :)

...Anyway, that''s how it goes for me. The usual caveat applies here: other people's (entirely successful!) processes will not necessarily look anything like this. ...Meanwhile, I absolutely wish you good results in your upcoming brainwork, and the better management of your own process.

#writing #writing process #also #hot water #LOTS OF HOT WATER

[canyon-clouds]

In the Lab

Bruce Banner x Female Avenger!Reader

Warnings: nsfw, slight praise, choking, smut, 18+

Word count: 5k+ (I got a little carried away :)

~

Newly invited to stay with the Avengers, your favorite hobby had become annoying Tony in every way possible. It was a late Wednesday afternoon and you knew everyone would be busy winding down their work day. You had finished your paperwork earlier and had just finished a new book you started yesterday, so it was safe to say your boredom made you a tiny bit nosy and wander some. You rummaged through the kitchen looking for a snack, but nothing seemed appetizing enough. Making your way through the living and dining rooms you turn down the hallway, running your fingers lightly against the walls as you walk. You're finally faced with the door to the library at the end and push it open to look for a potential new book to start.

After thumbing through the majority of the bookcases, you come up short. Leaving the library as you pull the door closed, an idea pops into your head. Anxious to get closer to Bruce like you are with Tony, you make your way down to their lab. "Knock knock," you say while stepping off the last stair.

"Oh, y/n! Tony is up in his office. He got a little frustrated earlier, so I made him leave before he broke anything else. And so I could finally have some peace and quiet while I worked," he chuckles lightly to himself then turns to finish up what he was working on. "Feel free to make yourself at home though, just watch what you touch"

You then notice the lab is filled with a quiet level of classical music coming from the surrounding speakers. Tony usually has classic rock streaming over the sound system in whatever part of the house he is inhabiting at the moment. As a fan of all genres of music, I don't seem to mind either. You perch yourself on a space of empty tabletop and mindlessly stare at the back of Bruce’s figure. You never really paid much attention to how broad he was when he wasn't green. His shirt pulls across the ripples of muscles lining his shoulders and down his back. With your mouth slack, you continue your observation by taking note of his dark curly hair that you can tell has been tousled multiple times throughout the day. As you're drooling over him, your hand slips and knocks something over to your side. As the tools make a loud crash to the floor, you avert your gaze as soon as you make eye contact. "I'm so sorry!" you shout as you jump down to pick them up.

Bruce laughs and reassures you "it's no big deal, y/n. Just a couple of tools." He walks over to you and reaches out to grab them from your hands, "what's got you so flustered all of a sudden?" he asks, eyes demanding your attention.

"Wha- I uh, my hand just slipped," you stumble out as your face gets hotter and you just know your blush is really evident now. Bruce steps in closer to you, and you catch a whiff of his cologne as he reaches around you to replace the tools. Before you had a chance to realize it, he had turned around and was back in his seat hunched over his work and typing away on his keyboard. Taking a deep breath and subtly shaking out your hands to reorient yourself, you perch yourself back on the table and begin browsing for a new book on your phone, not being able to keep yourself from stealing a few looks here and there to peek up at the man sitting before you.

~

After returning to your room to call it a night, your thoughts swirled with images of Bruce. Did he really mean to get that close? Were you looking too far into this? Surely he didn’t see it the same way you did. His thoughts were probably more concerned with making sure his tools got put back in the right spot. I’ve gotta stop thinking about his tools and the places he can put them.. If you didn’t get ahold of these thoughts soon you wouldn’t be able to be around Bruce at all without presenting yourself as a stuttering tomato. It’s been so long since you’ve been with someone, but you’d hate to ruin any of the relationships you’ve created while living here. Surely he’s not even slightly interested, so these considerations are irrelevant anyway. Your subconscious fills your dreams with the curly-headed brunette that spends too much time behind a computer screen in the basement.

~

The next morning you may have spent a little more time getting ready, but you’d never admit it. You made sure to reach across him in the kitchen and brush against him in the hallway. These simple touches aren’t uncommon for you because you’re just a feely person, but doing these things more deliberately has to be obvious. It didn’t take long for Bruce to retreat back to his lab. You had been trying to come up with excuses to go down and see him but with Tony out of town for the next two days, you were coming up short with ideas that were obnoxiously obvious. You busied yourself with baking some cookies and dancing around the kitchen playing some music over the speakers. With the first batch of cookies already in the oven, you begin working on the dough for the next ones. Your hands are covered in flour and your hair clip has let a few stray pieces go free. With the music up, you don’t hear anyone coming into the kitchen until they’re standing behind you placing a hand on your lower back. “I thought I smelled something delicious and had to come find out for myself,” you jumped, throwing flour everywhere, as you felt his breath on your neck Bruce’s deep voice brought butterflies to your stomach. “Not surprised it’s something of your doing.” His hand drug across your back and over your hip as he made his way to the fridge to grab something to drink. You were stunned. Body not moving an inch with eyes wide as saucers and jaw on the floor. Okay, there’s no way this isn’t purposeful. Your thoughts turned your shock into confidence.

“Did I say they were for you?” You turned to face him with your hip perched on the counter, abandoning your previous task and wiping as much of the flour off your hands as possible with a towel. The smirk on your face briefly faltered as you locked eyes with him. 

“Hmm, I’m sure I can convince you to part with at least one.” You had never heard him talk like this before, and the way his eyes darken as he takes slow and calculated steps toward you makes your pulse skyrocket. He’s less than an inch away from you. One good deep breath and your chests would brush up against each other.

“And how do you plan on doing that?” You have no idea where this boldness is coming from but now was the perfect time for this side to make an appearance. You’re looking up at him now because he’s almost a foot taller than you. He reaches around you to set his drink on the counter and heat travels to your core. 

“I might beg, or even plead. I’d make promises I’m sure to keep. And I may even return the favor..” his breath is right by your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat, and you have no idea how to respond. The image of Bruce on his knees in front of you begging has you clenching your thighs together. Bruce retreats and runs his hand across your shoulder offering you a small smile. He’s under the impression he went too far. He noticed your body tense up as he got close and automatically assumed you were scared of him. Not wanting to make you more nervous he announces that he will be downstairs if you need him.

You hope the music was loud enough that he couldn’t hear your pulse beating through your skin. Now all flustered with the events that just took place, your mind was more scrambled than it was before. His rapid change in demeanor both normal to flirtatious and back to reserved made your head spin. The timer for the batch of cookies in the oven interrupted your thoughts and allowed you to get back to baking with all the what-ifs rattling in your head.

~

Time passes. The cookies are all finished and cooling, but Bruce has not returned from downstairs. So, you decided to make bring him some while hopefully making the advancements more obvious. You had never hand-delivered cookies to Tony before, much less anyone else. You make a stack of cookies on a plate and make your way to the stairs leading down to the lab. You lightly knock your knuckles on the frame as you stand in the doorway. Bruce’s eyes meet yours as he looks up, “well that didn’t take much begging.”

“Bold of you to assume these are for you. I could’ve brought them all for myself and just came down here for the company while I ate them all,” you cocked your head to the side with a smirk and a raised eyebrow in his direction. 

“I get one or you can’t come in.” You rolled your eyes then Bruce’s chuckle filled the space and he quirked his head inviting you to come in. You enjoy his company more than you’ve noticed before. His personality is just as attractive as his body. You prop your butt against the table beside him holding the plate of cookies in front of you. You stare at his side profile and bite your bottom lip to hold back a smile. “I promise I won’t tell Tony you brought me cookies. I wouldn’t be able to put up with his jealousy any more than you could.” As he finishes up whatever he was doing on the table, he stands, grabs two cookies, and brushes a quick peck on your cheek as thanks.  You’re glad he’s walking away from you because the blush that coats your cheeks is embarrassing from the tiny pass of his lips. You put the plate on the table in the middle of the room and grab one on your way to join Bruce. “I could actually use a hand with this,” his mouth was full of his second cookie. You brush the crumbs off your hands and walk up next to him indicating you were willing to help. “I need you to stand here and just hold this part as still as possible, and then I’ll ask you to hand me this part when I need it.” You briefly nodded your head and tried to slow your increased breathing rate from being so close. Bruce’s scent enveloped you and you were surrounded by the smell of fresh bergamot, mahogany, and soft musk. It was honestly drool-worthy. It took a conscious effort not to lean into him to get a stronger whiff, so you tried to concentrate more on the task at hand. Hands. Holy hands. You’ve never paid this much attention, well you’ve never been this close, to see his hands maneuvering tools around whatever contraption you were helping him with. If only your job wasn’t to hold this part still.. Your hands were shaking with evidence of your pent-up excitement. “Okay, I’ll take that piece now,” his voice was more serious, and a little breathy. As you held the piece out to him, he noticed how badly you were shaking and brought his eyes to yours. “You okay?” his question was laced with concern as he seemed to stare through you. Your quiet mhmm was paired with a slight nod that Bruce took as fear instead of excitement. He quickened his pace and with a couple more twists and turns he was finished. “Thank you, y/n. I really do appreciate it.” His voice was back to normal with a little bit of coldness and distance to it. Neither of you had stepped away and were inches away from each other. He finally turned his face to meet yours as he ran his tongue over his lips and pulled them in. You were shocked by his change of expression. You worried you had done something wrong when Bruce didn’t make the first move away worried he would intimidate you.

“I’m always down to hold your tools,” you added a wink to the end of your statements in hopes of lightening the mood. You saw the instant change as confusion swirled around in his eyes. In hopes of making your intentions more clear, you leaned closer into his arm that was propped on the table. 

“I don’t understand..” he mumbles so quietly under his breath you almost don’t hear it.

“Do I need to spell it out for you?” Your sass coming out in full force. Bruce’s hand comes out and grabs your chin in a flash. He tilts your head up toward his so he’s looking down at you. You’re batting your eyelashes up at him to encourage him to continue. You feel your pulse quicken as you watch his eyes darken just a fraction.

He grips your chin a little harder and shakes it slightly as he says, “what’re we gonna do about this attitude of yours.” Your lips are parted with quick breaths escaping. “I’m sure I could come up with something,” his hand trails from your chin to your jaw and pushes your head back further exposing more of your neck. He leans in and runs the tip of his nose up the side of your throat breathing you in. You had no earthly idea Bruce was this sensual of a person. Or even this dominant. The thought of Bruce on his knees begging had returned to contrast with the thoughts of you being on your knees for him. A whine had involuntarily escaped your lips, and you felt Bruce’s smirk against your skin. He pressed a gentle kiss over your pulse point before turning your face back toward him. “I’m gonna need you to use your words, pretty girl. Because all this time I’ve been thinking you’re scared of me, yet here you are melting beneath my touch.” Another whine makes its way up from your chest, causing Bruce to let out a light chuckle.

“Right now, the only thing I’m scared of is Tony being able to watch this footage back of what’s about to happen.” He lets out a light hum that vibrates against your chest. He walks off with a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. You stare at his back and drool even more as he leans over the desk to type on the computer. His broad shoulders pulled his tshirt tight so his muscles were outlined through the material. Bruce stood and turned around and smirked when he caught you staring.

“Now then,” he made his way back over to where you had not moved from your spot, grabbed you by the hips, and picked you up to sit you on the table in the middle of the room. Your squeal was interrupted by him grabbing the side of your face and pressing his lips to your own. It all happened so fast, but it took no time for you to kiss him back and run your hands to the back of his neck and into his hair as he stood in between your legs. His other hand was grabbing onto you where your thigh meets your hip. You could feel his hands shaking as he was struggling with holding himself back. So, you gripped his hair a little tighter and pulled him to you wrapping your legs around his hips to deepen the kiss. It’s like the veil was lifted as Bruce’s arm wrapped around your back and his hand made its way gently around your throat. He was testing the waters and you appreciated his apprehension while waiting for approval. You leaned for throat further into his large hand and sucked on his bottom lip. His choking grip tightened just enough to inhibit the blood flow to make things more intense without making you pass out. He let out a gruff moan at the same time as you let out a mewling noise and your tongues battled against each other. You squeezed him closer with your legs and felt him hard against your thigh. A gasp came from your mouth as you got the first idea of how big he was. He separated the kiss to let out a chuckle at your reaction while he rubbed his nose against yours. His grip on your throat let up and his hand made its way to your chest. He left open-mouthed kisses down your neck and sucked on the skin where your collar met your throat. He pulled you closer to the edge of the table and ground his hips against your core. He pulled his mouth away from you and let out a loud moan. “This is something I never realized how bad I wanted but know now that I never want it to stop.” At that point, you were intoxicated by his hands and his words. He took a second to stare longingly into your eyes pressing his forehead to yours before a chaste kiss on your lips was followed by his hand on your sternum pushing you to lay back. You had to scoot a few things over before your back was comfortably flat on the table. Bruce ran his hands down the sides of your legs leaving goosebumps in their wake. He placed a strong grip on your calves and slightly massaged them as he pulled them up to where your heels were on the table and your knees were spread leaving you wide open for him. You craned your neck to see his eyes glaze over while he focuses on your core. He tilts his head up to the ceiling with his hands still caressing your legs. “You’re gonna be the death of me, y/n,” dropping his head and opening his eyes back to meet yours. His hands grab the waistband of your pants, waiting for your approval. You lift your hips slightly so he’s able to pull them off. His eyes finally leave yours and when they meet your core he lets out a sharp breath. He sinks to his knees and grabs both of your thighs to spread you open even further. You feel your body shivering with anticipation as you feel his warm breath against your wetness. It feels like you wait forever before he finally puts his mouth on you, and when he does you can’t help but let out his name in a breathy moan.

“Bruce..” one hand reaches down to tangle in his hair while the other reaches up behind you to keep in contact with the table to maintain a feeling of stability when everything he’s doing is causing you to fall over the edge in a dizzy haze. He moans and the vibrations of his mouth against your core make you jump. His chuckle from your reaction just continues those same stimulations that leave you a squirming mess beneath him. He runs his tongue up your slit through your folds and barely grazes against your clit. The soft moans leaving your lips just egg him on more. His strokes become more deliberate until he finally gives you what you’ve been waiting for when he flattens his tongue against your clit and gives it long, slow licks. A guttural groan leaves your lips as the electricity in your belly is building, close to the peak. His tongue continues its attention on your clit when you feel a finger circle your entrance before slowly pushing into you. Your back arches and you throw your head back, closing your eyes to focus on how good Bruce is making you feel right now. Bruce. Bruce Banner is on his knees for you right now giving you the best head of probably your life. Your whole body erupts into shivers as more warmth travels to your belly. You feel a second finger join his first curling inside of you to meet that perfect spot. The pressure his tongue is putting on your clit gets stronger. He’s reading your body like it’s the back of his hand and you have never been more surprised at the talent this man possesses for pleasing a woman. He can tell you’re getting close but doesn’t stop or change a single thing. He presses his large hand against your belly in an attempt to keep your hips still while he pushes you closer to your climax. Finally, the electricity sparks as your toes curl and your hands grip tightly onto whatever is close. Your vision goes black and your back arches off the table. Bruce slows both of his strokes as you ride out your high. Trailing kisses from your entrance and all the way up your stomach, you open your eyes as you come back down from your high to see him staring at you with lust filling his eyes and a smirk ghosting his lips. His fingertips are gently trailing up and down your sides as you finally begin to catch your breath. Your limbs are sprawled out beside you as you go to rub your eyes and attempt to understand what the heck just happened. 

“Oh, don’t think I’m done with you just yet. Wait here,” he gives you two gentle pats on your thigh before disappearing somewhere in the room you don’t have the energy to look up and see where. He returns holding a water bottle he grabbed from the fridge in the corner. He grabs your hand to pull you to sit up, uncaps the water, and presses the cold edge to your lips. You grab it for yourself and take a few large gulps. “Good girl, you ready?” He grabs the bottle and brings it to his own lips where he downs the remainder of its contents. You look up at him questioningly. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet. I just prefer to finish this in my room where its a little more comfortable for the both of us.” With this admittance, you hop down from the table and pull on your pants.

A gasp comes from your lips and Bruce’s head snaps in your direction. “The cameras.. Bruce, what about Tony’s cameras in here? I don’t want him seeing that.”

“I think you were too busy ogling at my ass, but I turned them off for the time being. I’m sure he won’t be able to see anything.” His hands wrap around your waist as his words ease your worry. “C’mon,” he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers as he leads you out of the lab and up the stairs to his room. His room was neat and tidy just as you expected it to be. He pulled you into the room and onto his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. “This okay with you?” Instead of answering him you straddled his hips and pulled him in for another kiss. As the kiss got deeper, you ran your nails down his back and grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull it off. You broke the kiss to pull the t-shirt over his head and expose his chiseled chest and abdomen. You ran your hands over his muscles while his hands gripped your waist and traveled to your ass. In a blink of an eye, he lifted you off him and threw you to the center of the bed. Instead of crawling up after you, he stood and walked to the door to lock it and remove his shoes. His muscles flexed as he walked and you can’t help but take in his beautiful figure. He walks to the bedside table and pulls out a foil packet that he lays on top of the nightstand. Finally, his eyes return to meet yours and his hands travel to the button on his jeans. You bite your lip and nod your head as your gaze is lasered in on his hands as he undoes the button and pulls down the zipper. He pushes the jeans down past his thighs and steps out of them, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He slowly steps to the bed, and he props one knee on the edge of the bed before crawling his way to you. His eyes have yet to leave yours.

“Bruce, please..” the whines leave your mouth before you can even comprehend them as thoughts. 

“Please what, angel?” His smooth voice filled the space around you. You didn’t even know what you were begging for. “Want me to touch you?” You couldn’t nod your head fast enough. “Well all you have to do is ask.” He continues crawling over you and settles himself in between your legs once again. His right hand is beside your head as he props himself up on it so he can bring his other hand up to cradle your cheek. He leans down to press a firm kiss against your lips. Your hands reach out and fan across his lean back trying to pull him closer to you. His hand leaves your cheek and travels down to your chest. His approval vibrates through his chest when he finds your nipple hard and pressing through your bra begging for attention. His hand travels to the hem of your shirt as he shifts his weight back on his ankles so he has both hands free to drag your shirt over your head. Both hands then find your breasts and knead them through your lace bra. He hadn’t noticed your matching underwear set until right now. “You do this for me?” A smirk adorned his face as his hands went from your bra to the waistband of your pants. He swiftly pulls them down your legs and tosses them to join his own on the floor. Your blush had traveled from your cheeks all the way down your chest. They say if a woman is wearing matching underwear, it was never the man’s decision to have sex. Bruce had paid attention to the curves of your body in the past, but he never imagined himself in a position like this. Now, he finds himself memorizing your figure in case he never has this chance again. You feel worshipped laying in front of him, and no one has ever made you feel as beautiful as you do right now. He leans down putting his weight onto his forearms that are framing your head as he continues kissing you passionately. Your hands continue roaming his back as he grinds down against you. The softness of his briefs is just enough friction to appease your wants. One thing is for sure, you appreciate that Bruce takes his time. Nothing feels rushed or pressed and this allows you to ease your mind and be more present in the moment. He continues this torture until you’re practically dripping and whining because the need for him is almost painful. 

Your hands reach for the waistband of his boxers when he finally complies. He removes his last article of clothing and reaches over to the bedside table for the packet. Once he slides the condom on and rubs his length against your slit, you can’t help but release the moan that has been building inside you. You’re shaking with anticipation because of not only his size but also how enjoyable you know he is going to make this for the both of you. He reaches down between you to finger at your clit while lining himself up with your entrance. Your hips are tilting up towards him waiting for the wanted intrusion. He rubs circles on your clit and leans down to kiss your lips when he slowly pushes himself into you. You swallow each other's moans as he bottoms out inside of you. He allows you a second to adjust before he begins slowly moving, coordinating the circles on your clit with the pace he is creating with the rock of his hips. Your hands tangle in his hair as your kisses get sloppy. Your climax has already built up almost to the peak. Bruce can feel you squeezing around him. He picks up his pace and your orgasm crashes over you unexpectedly. Bruce rides you out through your high but doesn’t stop once you’ve evened out. Your moans get louder as he continues his thrusts and circles on your clit. His hips snap harder against yours as he leans down and takes one of your nipples into his mouth over your bra. The mix of the lacey fabric with the warm wetness of his tongue makes your eyes roll to the back of your head as another orgasm has already built itself up. As if you couldn’t squeeze him any tighter, he feels your muscles clamping down around him and knows you’re sitting at the edge. He stops the circles on your clit to pinch it as he thrusts into you hard and deep while he bites down gently on your nipple. Your back arches off the bed as you’re pushed off that cliff only for Bruce to be following right behind you. His hips stutter against you as he continues to ride out both of your highs. Once he slows, you’re faintly aware of the mess you made between you two. His breathing is still erratic as he caresses the side of your face and plants a soft, firm kiss on your lips. He nuzzles your nose with his before lightly kissing you on the forehead and pulling out of you with a groan. Your eyes droop closed as he goes into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and grab a damp towel to clean you up. After cleaning you and himself, he washes his hands and climbs back in bed beside you. You roll over into his side to lay your head on his chest while your breathings have gone back to normal. He pulls the covers over the two of you as you curl your leg around his. He grabs the TV remote to put on a movie. He looks down at you with adoration in his eyes, “I don’t think you realize how long I have been looking for you and I didn’t even realize you were right in front of me. I always took your stiffness as fear instead of affection. So I have a lot of time to make up for, I hope you don’t mind.” You lean up to kiss his cheek and sigh contently as you relax back into his chest.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon.” You’re surprised when you hear your phone go off with a text in the pocket of your pants from the floor. Bruce notions for you to get it, but when you do you see it’s a text from Tony. Your stomach drops to your feet. There’s no way he knows, right? A text tone then comes from the pocket of Bruce’s jeans. Your text from Tony was a message game request for chess, while Bruce’s was simply a screenshot of the weather in Paris. Your eyes are wide as they meet each other’s. He knows…

Bruce hides the second message that comes through displaying a screenshot of Tony’s notifications announcing someone had turned off the lab’s cameras.. Which led him to turn them back on to find the two in the midst of their predicament..

“I’m gonna go grab us some water,” Bruce barely gets his shorts on before rushing out the door toward the kitchen to call Tony.

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Ahhh! What do you think Tony will have to say about their little connection? 

Would you want a part 2 to find out?

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[lovingapparition]

I've Got a River Running Right Into You.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Slow Blurn

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Warnings for descriptions of medical gore.

It's the morning after. Ghost is very sad and very tired.

NOT COMPLETE | NO BETA

Chapter One

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In the early hours, it's nearly silent in his curtained off room. He listens to the soft snoring of the person on the other side of the curtain separating them, and sighs softly. He'd woken up at some point when the pain medicine had worn off. No one has been by yet to replace it, and the ache in his side coupled with his healing stitches was ever present.

Ghost closes his eyes, breathing slowly. He inhales carefully, counting to eight on the exhale. The cotton sheets were rougher than the ones he had on his own bed, and they made him itchy. Moving too much to scratch at himself had nearly his entire body smarting the only time he’d tried, so he mostly lay motionless in the cot. He closes his eyes, trying to ignore the hum of the lights above him. There’s not much for him to do without clearance from the doctors, so he waits.

And waits.

He’s dozing lightly when someone clears their throat, rousing him. His shoulders tighten as he rouses, and he reaches up to make sure his balaclava is still in place. Sleeping in it wasn’t the most comfortable, but he wasn’t going to chance anything. He ignores the rough, dry feeling around the skin at the corners of his eyes.

“..Good morning,” you greet him, a tray of breakfast food in hand. He can see a small rolling cart behind you, empty. You must have saved him for last, still embarrassed from last night. He hums in response, slowly sitting up to accept the food. Rough hands brush yours when the you give him the tray, and he pretends not to notice how quickly you bring your hands back to your side.

“Mornin’,” his voice is rough, gravelly around the word. His brow is furrowed, you can tell by the wrinkle of his eyelids as he hunches over the tray. Without a word you replace his IV bag, offering a new round of medication and fluids. He watches you look over his chart and make a face, wondering what's coming next. He contemplates the answer over his fruit cup, picking around the cherries.

Before he can ask, the curtain shifts a little, and a familiar face peeks in. It's Soap, grinning tiredly at Ghost. He's got a sling on his arm and a couple butterfly bandages over his eyebrow. Nothing as severe as the shrapnel Ghost had caught, but not insignificant. You gesture for the man to enter, and Ghost scoots over a bit to give him room to sit at the foot of the cot. Ghost says nothing when Soap swipes his toast, letting him take it. You can recognize the significant moment building between them, and you turn your back while you write some notes into Ghost's medical chart.

"How're you holdin' up? Price told me you caught a leg full'a shrapnel, no?" Soap asks, his voice hushed. Ghost huffs at him, knowing he must've been worried. They'd not spoken since a brief moment during the excursion, and it had been a tense one.

Ghost nods his head in your direction, “I had some help gettin’ put back together,” he says quietly. “It wasn’t looking good there, for a minute.” There's a new tone in his voice that wasn't there before. It's subtle, but Soap notices, angling his body to Ghost's to face him head on. Out of the corner of his eyes Ghost can see your shoulders stiffen a little at the mention of the state he was in last night. He wonders how bad it had actually been, having been barely conscious through the majority of it.

Soap doesn't say anything, just pats his friend's calf over the blanket firmly. They share a quiet beat of commiseration, taking in the sight of each other; both safe and alive to see another day.

Silently, Ghost slides his fruit cup of uneaten cherries over to Soap, who takes them with a small smile. Soap looks back to where you're working with your back to them, and faces Ghost again with raised eyebrows. "And who d'we have here to thank for puttin' Humpty Dumpty back together again?" Soap asks slyly as he pops a cherry into his mouth.

Your posture straightens, and Ghost wonders what you'd been thinking about; if you'd been paying attention to his exchange with Soap. When you turn and give your name with only a small waver in your voice, Ghost takes a moment to really get a look at you. Last night he'd barely been able to concentrate on anything other than the sound of your voice, irritated and firm with him before you'd known who he was. Now, he makes sure to look you over.

His eyes linger on your gloved hands. He recalls the feeling of them on his thigh, under his elbow; how warm your hands felt. He glances back up to your face, looks right at you. Your eyes dip to watch the bob of his throat as he swallows.

"It was really nothing, I was just doing my job, sir," you insist politely. The shade of red in your cheeks was actually very nice, he thought. Soap makes a joke, teasingly asks if you got a look beneath the mask. Ghost chuckles dryly alongside Soap at your immediate spluttering denial. It's not often that people respect his decision to remain faceless, to have a stranger refrain from taking advantage of the opportunity was rare.

Soap leaves a bit after that, impressing upon Ghost the importance of actually resting for once. You wave goodbye to Soap, and then you're alone together.

For a short moment, neither of you move; each watching the other. Ghost breaks the silence with an inhale and exhale through his nose, his chest moving with the breath. "I wanted to thank you for last night." It's the most he's said to you at once, and he tries not to feel like an asshole about that. Fails.

You shake your head, waving your hands like you're trying to dispel the gratitude from the air. "Oh, no- I was literally just doing my job. You needed help. So I helped," you insist, eyebrows furrowed. If anything, it seemed to him that you felt guilty for the harsh attitude you'd had, given the sudden change in behavior.

Ghost hums, squinting a little at you. He leans back, laying his head back on the pillow. "Fine then," he rumbles. His pale eyes slide shut and you find yourself staring into the vacant skull mask. He should look vulnerable in this state, but the bulk of his frame and the still, almost chilling calmness about his demeanor suggested otherwise.

You wonder briefly how many times that mask has been the last thing anyone's ever seen.

Ghost allows you to settle him back in against his pillows, calmly gives you the answer of, “Six.” when you ask him about his pain scale. With a new IV drip in place, he’s back to sagging into his pillows. There’s a slump to his shoulders that hadn’t been there last night, and the tension he carries doesn’t seem to bleed out of him the way it had before. It’s like he can feel the pain medication in his veins, making his limbs heavy. He dislikes the feeling of not being totally alert and aware of himself.

He drags a hand slowly over his jaw. The sound of his stubble catching on the mask’s fabric is audible, and he sighs. He turns his head to look at you then, his eyes half lidded with that soft, tired look. Most of his eye black has been smudged away, leaving his skin cast gray and grainy. You can see a small scar just below his eyelid, he watches your eyes trace the shape of it.

Ghost swallows, cottonmouthed from the pain medicine. “Are you going to be by later?” he asks you, his voice carefully neutral. “With lunch?” he clarifies. He tries not to feel the disappointment drop like a rock into his gut when you tell him your shift is ending soon. There was no good reason for it, so he squashed the feeling. Any one of your coworkers could have been the one to patch him up last night, nothing special had happened.

He watches you clean up as the pain medication begins taking effect, lulling him into a murky and dreamless sleep. He doesn't stay awake long enough to see you leave.

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