#*proceeds to stay awake for at least another hour

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: Sorry to those who expected a team-up or simps!

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Your eyes burn as you rub them with the heels of your hand. It's late, very late, and Pete's not home. He missed bath time and bedtime. You're only fortunate that the sitter fed the kids.

You continue your tedious Excel mission, yawning at the sharepoint file as you sweep your fingers over the touchpad. You sit against the pillows propped against the bed frame and struggle not to doze. You're almost there, you can do it. Yeah, keep telling yourself that and it might even be true.

You hear an engine. You're not much of an automotive enthusiast but you recognise it. It's Pete unnecessary Corvette. The vehicle he convinced you would be the perfect company car. You sigh and hunker down, blocking out the ruckus of his return.

Still, you hear it all. Him unlocking the door, pausing to take off his jacket and shoes, climbing the stairs, at least considerate of the hour as he keeps his steps light. He enters, seemingly shocked to find you awake as his eyes round in your direction. He stretches, pushing his neck side to side in an exaggerated gesture of fatigue.

"Ugh, long day," he rubs his shoulders with a groan.

You don't acknowledge him as you keep your fingers fluttering over the keyboard. It's too late and you're too drained to be any more angry than you already are. You narrow in on the laptop as he hovers at the edge of your vision, undressing piece by piece.

"Big meeting today. Might've found another investor," he talks above the bellowing elephant in the room. "I think we're almost there."

You curl your lip but say nothing. One word and it's over. It will all come spewing out. Between him and your asshole boss, you have a thread of patience left.

He tosses his pants at the hamper and they catch on the edge before falling on the outside. He doesn't pick them up. You wonder why he insists on spending label name money when he doesn't take care of his clothes. Why he wears big names as you're digging through thrift store bins. You blow out a breath, a sigh that fills the room.

"So," he rolls down his underwear, shamelessly naked but for his black socks, "you just going to give me the silent treatment when I worked all day--"

"I'm still working," you snap and still your hands, glaring up at him, "I'd be done by now if you had picked up the kids from Emma's."

"I... you weren't serious about that, were you?"

"Don't," you warn him and lower your gaze back to the laptop, "I have a big meeting in the morning and I'm gonna spend enough time getting this done. I don't need an argument--"

"Relax," he snips, "I'm gonna shower and sleep. You don't gotta worry." He lumbers over to the bathroom door and you roll your eyes, "we both know nothing else is going on in that bed."

You swallow as your eyes sting again. He slams the door and you hiss. If he wakes up the kids... 

You wait and listen for any stirring beyond your bedroom walls. Thankfully, the house is silent but for the sudden scour of the showerhead. You bat away the layer of tears threatening to spill and shake your head. It's not like you didn't try; you put on some old lingerie two weeks ago and he rolled over and went to sleep. Still, you're the problem. It's always you.

You hit save to make sure the sharepoint updates and you take a final look over each sheet. You're done, you think. You hope. You're too tired to care. You shut the laptop and put it on the night table.

You slide down onto your side and flip off the lamp. You lay with your back to the bathroom door and squeeze your eyes shut. Sleep should be easy but your anxiety further jabs the migraine into your skull. You hate this, all of it. How did it come to this? Where did you go wrong?

🗄️

A couple hours of sleep is hardly enough to recover from the hectic day behind you, or the one awaiting you. You get the kids up, packed, and off to school knowing Pete is probably not even awake. You didn't even try to rouse him as he would only add to your list of worries.

You head to the office, your hope of getting in early crushed as you hurry in at your usual time. You fall into the chair, coat still half-on as you jab the button on the monitor. The PC is asleep but not off. You hit the space bar to wake it up.

You finish stripping off your outer layer and hang it over the back of your chair. You swivel in and gape at the sight before you. Every cell is empty. You click through the sheets as your heart plummets. You close and try reopening the file, hoping it merely timed out.

Nothing. It's all gone but how? You can't believe it. You go into the recovery settings and search through revision history. It's all be locked, you can't see any past edits.

You clutch your head as despair and panic and grief swallow you up. Luck has never been your friend but this is a new low. You roll back slightly and fold over in your chair. You have a choice; accept defeat and tender your resignation or hope for mercy and pretend in the meeting that the file was corrupted without your knowledge. 

"You know," your chair jolts as someone kicks a wheel, "there's a very strict security policy around here. All work devices should be locked and shut down before they are left unattended."

You sit up and spin, dizzy from grief and utter dread as you face Mr. Hansen. He smirks down at you, a black button-up under a sleek evergreen jacket. His wardrobe is even more ostantatious than your husband's; probably because he can afford it. You lift your face and deflate.

"Mr. Hansen," you murmur.

"Anyone could just see the budget… they could tamper with it," he watches you smugly, "or even…delete it."

Your ribs rack and your ears tingle. He did this. Is he crazy? You stand up and he stays as he is. The closeness between you is suffocating.

"Mr. Hansen," you repeat, "I had the numbers done–"

"Oh, you do?" He chuckles, "that's great."

"What did you do? Why?" You accuse.

"I told you, honey bun, you owe me," he pishes his shoulders back, "so…" he lifts his arm and checks his watch, gold and expensive. Probably worth as much as your mortgage, "how exactly are you gonna pay me back? First I let you off early," he holds up a finger  "then… I work a miracle and help you recover that pesky budget."

"Sir," you choke out, mortified, "I'll… I'll stay overtime all week. I swear, I'll–"

"Hmph, nah, I got enough soldiers running the ant hill," he tweaks a brow, "overtime… boring. You got kids, they need mommy home to kiss them goodnight."

You clamp your lips together and watch him desperately. He just wants to torture you. You can feel it all slipping away; your job, your husband, and yourself.

"What do you want?" You exhale weakly.

He tilts his head and lets the tip of his tongue poke out, "you know," he wags his index in front of you, "I know this trick on Excel, why don't I show you?" He pauses for effect, basking in his victory, "in my office?"

A stitch dimples between your eyebrows. His office. Why? You don’t let the trickle of suspicion overflow. You’re not his type. Definitely not Kendra. No, this will be worse than whatever disgusting thoughts he has in her direction.

You set your chin and turn your hands out, “alright, fine. Show me.”

You wait, and he hesitates, as if waiting for you to flinch first. Finally, he pivots on the heel of his ridiculous loafers and struts towards his office. You leave your chair facing the rest of the office and follow, pressing your sweaty palms to the pilled wool that strains across your thighs.

He opens the door of his office and you enter behind him. He lingers by the door and closes it as you stop just inside. For all your years there, you’d never actually been inside his office. There was never any reason for it. Thankfully.

He doesn’t say a word as he rounds his desk and sits casually in his tall-backed chair. It’s much better than those out in the bullpen with the worn cushion and squeaky wheels. You wait, patiently impatient, for him to begin. You feel him plotting, measuring his next move.

He rolls closer to his desk and takes the nearly flat apple mouse, moving it atop the leather pad and clicking with a single finger. His eyes reflect the large screen of his iMac and the corner of his mouth curves upward.

He looks at you and beckons with his other hand, “come here. I’ll show you.”

You reluctantly round his desk. There’s something about his nonchalance that both irks and unsettles you. You near and look at his screen. You see the slobbery lips of a teary-eyed woman right before he minimises the window. You pretend not to notice as he clicks onto the excel file.

It’s there. All your work. You squint and see the title in the bar of the window; Copy of… He kept a copy but he destroyed yours. It’s all a trick. You can’t be surprised by that.

“There it is,” he clicks his tongue, “all your hard work. Wow, I gotta say, that’s impressive.”

“You…” you put your hands on your hips and glance between him and the screen, “what do you want?”

“Nothing much,” he snickers, “and I’d say it’s not too different than what you want. What you really want.”

You blink at his vague statement. You bring an arm up across your stomach and stare at him nervously. Men like him just want their ego inflated. You just have to remember how to kiss ass.

“So,” he leans back and reaches for his belt, “we don’t got much time. Meeting’s in a smooth fifteen so–”

“What are you doing?” You hiss.

He stops, keeping his hands over his lap. You see his velvet pants twitch.

“We can play pretend. I don’t mind. You like the whole hard to get thing, I get it, you got class,” he says, “but we both know the old man isn’t giving you what you need. I can tell by the way you keep your ass clenched–”

“Mr. Hansen,” you snarl.

“I’m not asking for much. A quick handy,” he unbuckles his belt, “I just want a little more than you give the husband. I don’t want it to be a chore, alright? You’re not washing dishes–”

“You’re gross-”

“And you’re going to do it,” he opens his fly. Again, your shock is lacking. No underwear, nasty. “Because you’ve been here, what…” he reaches into his pants and pulls his dick out as he talks, “twelve years?” He strokes himself without shame, “and you walk out of here without a single reference and you’ll be lucky to get a job at the McDonald’s drive-thru.”

You focus on his face, horrified. Like most women, it’s not the first time you’ve been in this position. Propositioned in such a revolting way. Put in a winless situation. Yet, you somehow believed those days were over for you. You’d found safety in age.

“You can’t be serious…” you mutter.

“I’m fucking serious and I’m horny. Since you wanna cockblock me, you can deal with the consequences, honey,” he turns the chair towards you, “you do remember how these things work, right?”

You stare at him, almost glaring. You don’t let your revulsion seep through fully because as repugnant as he is, he’s right. You need this job. You’re not young, you can’t just walk away and crash on a friend’s couch until you find something better. You’re a mother and a wife. A wife.

“Is it really cheating if you can’t stand it?” He chortles as if reading your mind.

You take a breath and step forward. He winces at your suddenness. He braces the armrest of the chair as you reach for his rigid length. You grip him, biting down to keep from ripping your touch away. You look past him to the wall as he grunt and lets out a quivery breath.

You pump him and he hisses, “honey, it’s not a stick shift. Be fucking nice. Get some fucking lube on it.”

You tamp down your disgust and pull your hand back. You hold it up and spit onto it, hiding the action as best you can. You’d rather spit in his face.

You grab him again and run your hand from base to tip and back. He chokes and clings to the chair tighter as it shifts beneath him. He groans as you fixate on the framed Harvard Business School degree. Just when you thought life couldn’t slap you in the face again.

He pushes his head back and rumbles as you feel him tensing. He’s like any man. Simple, through and through. 

You feel him trembling and sense the change in his tone. He’s close. You taste bile, sickened by yourself and him. You stop and keep your hand around him.

“Send it,” you demand.

“Huh?” He puffs.

“Send the file or I don’t finish. And neither do you–”

“Honey, that’s not–”

You squeeze, “send the file.”

“Fine, fine,” he reaches over, straining as he taps a few buttons. You watch the screen and he hits share, you wave him away from the keyboard. You type in your email with your free hand and press enter.

“Great,” you pump your hand again, hips aching at the awkward way you have to bend.  

You grasp the chair above his shoulder as you speed up. He growls and plants his feet, rasping through his rising pleasure, “don’t fuck up my suit–”

You angle his dick and cup your hand under the tip. You have to look then. You watch as he explodes, catching the gushing flow in your palm as he quakes and moans out his delight. Your stomach churns as you stroke him until he’s empty and squirming.

You retract your hand and turn to grab a tissue to wipe away the mess. You’re certain to take a healthy dollop from the sanitizer bottle as well, clearing your throat as you try to shake off what you just did. You look at your watch and roll your shoulders.

“I’ll see you in the meeting,” you retreat to the door as his breath peters out.

“Honey…” he sighs.

“Mr. Hansen,” you reach for the door, leaving him with his limpening dick hanging out.

You march out, not looking one way or the other, as you head for your desk. You’re shaking by the time you reach it, nearly collapsing into the chair. What have you done? You are just as disgusting as he is. You’re pathetic, you’re a loser, you’re… a cheater.

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P&C | Ch. 5: Fever

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Our eyes remain locked as I choke on a piece of carrot. Quickly grabbing a tissue, I try to hide the flush rising in my cheeks. Jungkook doesn't mind my state and proceeds to open another container of food.

"Pardon?" I manage to blurt out. Why am I the only one feeling tense? Relax, Mira. He is so unbothered, you look pathetic, I think to myself.

"Hmm?" he lifts his eyebrow slightly, hands busy with the dishes. I don't say anything, trying to ease my tense body. I'm too obvious. Whatever he meant by that didn't seem like a big deal to him. So it's better to play it cool, I reassure myself.

Once I managed to taste almost everything on the table, Jungkook began cleaning up. He set all the dishes in the sink before I abruptly told him to stop.

"Jungkook, really you don't have to ... You've done so much already. Seriously, I'll be fine, you can go now." I explained calmly, as a sweat drop rolled down the side of my face. My body was weak as I began to shiver, but I couldn't let him stay here any longer. He gave no thought to my offer and proceeded to soap the sponge until my legs buckled and I fell to my knees.

"Mira!" Jungkook gasped, dropping the bowl and rushing toward my body. I was flushed, both from the embarrassment and the fever. Lifting my chin with his thumb and index finger, he searched my face, wiping the sweat from my forehead.

"Mira, you need to rest, please let me get you on the sofa," Jungkook says softly looking for any sign of consent. As much I regret it, my judgement of the situation is overcome by fatigue so I give him a weak nod as an ok.

With my hands wrapped around his neck, I can now clearly see the small scar on his left cheek. He manages to fix up the sofa, throwing the blanket hiding my dress from last night onto a nearby chair. As my head rests on the soft pillow, I knock out immediately. The last thing I remember was Jungkook's soft smile as he tucked a few hair strands behind my ear.

--

Mmmhh ... I stretch my body as the smell of something delicious fills the air. My vision is blurry as I'm trying to make out the time on the clock.

"11??" I scream, uncovering myself from the layers of blankets. My back is all sweaty, but at least I'm not shivering anymore. I can hear a familiar voice from the bathroom as I make my way towards the kitchen.

"Miraya, are you awake?" Jiah asks, opening the door slightly.

"Yeah, how long have you been here?" I follow, scratching my eyes as a yawn escapes mid-sentence. She walks out and rushes in to check my forehead, her face concentrating on my pale skin.

"Okay good, no fever. How are you feeling?" she pulls me in for a tight hug, as her words murmur into my hair.

"I'm better, where's Jungkook? Did he leave already?" I ask trying to scan the room for any evidence of his presence. She nods her head and passes me a cup of water with flu medication.

"Please take this honey, you fell asleep for three hours. After you stopped picking up your phone, I decided to check your dorm and found Jungkook dozing off on the chair next to you. He insisted on staying but I sent him home with Jimin." she explained, drying the dishes that I assume were washed by Jungkook.

"Oh, I see ... well I'm thankful for everyone's concern, really. But, I feel fine now Jiah, please go and relax now, it's so late." I assure her with a soft smile. Never in my life has the flu caused so much commotion. Back home, my mom would just tell me to drink Tylenol and wear fuzzy socks.

After drinking some tea and making sure I was full, with no signs of a fever, Jiah left. We hugged and wished each other goodnight. But I was wide awake, it seemed like my sleeping schedule had been completely ruined after meeting Jungkook. Let me make it up to you. I shiver and shake my head. Stop it, Mira.

--

"Flip-flops!" Tae called, waving his hand across the lecture hall. Microbiology, his favorite class now. Who knew that he would find such fascination in learning about E. coli when a few days ago he couldn't even pronounce its full scientific name? Nonetheless, we have successfully finished our first week of Nursing, and it's been a rollercoaster ride, to say the least.

I'm feeling better, most symptoms have subsided, but I've heard nothing from Jungkook since the last time we saw each other. I'm not sure what I was or am expecting, I mean the phone line works both ways. There's no need though, I think to myself. He is probably just as exhausted with school and all. Relax, Mira.

--

Knock Knock Knock

My thoughts are interrupted by the sudden knock on the door, did I plan on meeting up with Jiah, I wondered. Standing on the other side of the door is Jungkook, hair all fluffy with the same white shirt from the party. My face begins to flush and hands get all sweaty. I don't know why so please don't ask.

"Hey hey!" he smirks, giving me a salute gesture waiting to be welcomed in. I respond with a soft smile, opening the door. It all flows naturally even though it's his second time here. Nonetheless, he walks in and places his hand on my forehead.

"Good, no fever," he says with a soft smile, analyzing my face. I let out a tiny gasp and made my way to the sofa.

"What brings you here?" I ask, trying to look everywhere but his eyes, as he plops onto the seat across.

"Needed to make sure you were feeling better," he explains, folding some blankets.

"A text would have sufficed, you didn't need to bother," I chuckled back, looking at my reflection on the TV. Once again I am appalled by my Barbie merch. To be fair, he is the one that is in my dorm. So technically, I could wear and look however I want. Unfortunately though, right at this moment, I would have preferred anything but Ken's face on my shirt.

"I am Kenough," he softly reads the slogan on my chest. His nose scrunches as his bunny teeth peak through his grin.

"Ok, ok, that's enough. I was just about to do my laundry until you decided to show up," I explained, rolling my eyes at his obvious teasing, folding my arms over the shirt.

"Sounds good to me, where's your basket?" he plops up, searching the area.

"Pardon?" I yelp, quickly rushing toward the door, making sure to grab my ID and keys on the way out.

"Jungkook!" I shout as his one arm holds the pink basket and the other stretches out to stop the elevator door. Speed walking, I pray that my flip flops don't pull a Tae on me.

--

"You know you don't have to do this right? I'm feeling better now, there's no need to babysit me," I say with a serious tone as Jungkook plops himself on the machine right next to me.

"I'm not babysitting, just making sure you're fully recovered," he reassures with a soft smile, pulling a pair of fuzzy rabbit socks out of my basket. He grins.

"So you like bunnies, huh?" his doe eyes meet mine, I can't help but smile trying to snatch them back. An attempt that failed, as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer. Now, face to face, my eyebrows furrowed at his sudden action.

"Sorry guys, just going to squeeze past you, these machines aren't going to clean themselves," a soft voice speaks behind me. Mrs. Bae is one of the cleaning ladies in our building. She gives a slight bow and pushes a trolly full of cleaning supplies past us.

Jungkook reciprocates the bow, lowering his gaze to my face. Letting go of my wrist, I can still feel his arm on my waist. Cue the flush.

"Do you have a fever?" he quickly checks my forehead. I move back, shaking my face.

"No ... n ... I'm fine, please let's just finish this quickly," I stutter, turning my back towards him, feeling his stare on me.

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[mothwithteeth]

mary shelley eat your heart out

it is a halloween miracle and i finished werewolf!dabi

warnings: monsterfucking, knotting, biting, stalking, predator/prey i guess

word count: ~2.1k

Rain drizzles down in a soft fog, leaving crystalline droplets on the tips of your lashes and the outer surface of your jacket. Even still, you can’t stop now, you’ve come too far. You don’t mean to pry, but you have to know where he goes every month. He knows you’re desperate to know what he’s up to, but he so carefully dodges your every inquiry. 

This time he crept out before the light of day had even broken, but you were ready. Carefully throughout the day, you ducked and wove your way after him, all the way here, to the treeline of an incredibly dense, thickly misted forest. 

Six feet into the trees, you can’t see more than a few feet in front of you, and Dabi knows where he’s going, while you do not. Did he go left at this tree? Or was it that one? You’ve passed this patch of mushrooms already! Within moments, you’re hopelessly lost. You try not to let yourself panic. Is that mist on your skin or a sheen of cold sweat? 

Without another idea of how to proceed, you stop right where you are to carefully consider your next move. That’s when you hear it, soft, but unmistakable footsteps. They stop when your head swivels around, trying to find the source. The last thing you need is to be eaten by a wild animal right now, and god only knows what’s out there with you. You’re going to need to find your way back to where you started, that’s all. Backtracking should be easy. 

Backtracking is not easy when every tree, rock, and puddle looks exactly the same. It feels like you’ve been walking for hours, despite the light never changing from a dimly misted twilight. Every step, you’re accompanied by those footsteps, but every time you try to find them, they evade you. 

Eventually, you have to stop and rest. For a few moments, you’re surrounded by the quiet sounds of the forest, and then a twig cracks loudly, a few yards behind you. You whip around, but there’s nothing there. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. More acutely than ever, you can feel yourself being watched. Being preyed on. The thought comes unbidden to your mind, but once it’s there, you can’t shake it. Perhaps now is a good time to get moving. You should try to find your way out before it gets dark. If it get’s dark… 

It should be dark by now. You’re bone tired. The snapping twigs are closer and closer to you, but when you look; nothing. Whatever is stalking you, it’s taunting you; letting you know that it could get you whenever it wants. It just doesn’t want to yet. 

Just when you feel like you can’t go any farther, there’s a bright spot in the trees up ahead, like the underbrush disperses. The edge of the forest! With hope comes a burst of strength, enough to get you to jog directly into a clearing. It’s not the edge of the forest, but there is a small, dilapidated structure off to one side. It seems to be an old shack, but it’s in poor condition, offering only the barest protection from the elements. It’s better than resting in the open, though. At least there’s a wall behind your back to protect you from whatever is toying with you. If you settle yourself in this corner just so, it could almost be cozy. You just can’t fall asleep. Easy. Stay awake. 

Stay awake. 

stay... 

awake… 

Time is indistinguishable when you’re startled awake by a loud noise. Before you’re fully awake, it comes again, a BANG on the wall of the shack. The sky is the same ambiguous grey, but it must have been a while. Your bones creak as you force them from their resting position, trying to get to your feet as quickly as possible. Another BANG. You can’t take this anymore! 

“What do you want from me?!” you scream, hands balled into fists at your side, eyes shut tight, as if not seeing what’s coming for you will save you. As suddenly as the banging starts, the whole forest goes deathly quiet. Not even the flutter of birds or rustle of leaves dares interfere. 

You see the barest flicker of movement before you’re pinned against the wall, your attacker in just enough shadow to obscure them. “Do you regret coming here, yet?” 

Wait. 

You know that voice. 

It’s rough, and gravelly, but unmistakable. “Dabi?” your voice trembles, as if you can’t believe it enough to say it with confidence. Instead of answering, he growls, one hand (why don’t you recall his hands being this big?) wrapping dangerously around your throat. 

“I asked you a question,” he growls, teeth glinting in the dim light (you know those weren’t that big the last time you saw him). 

Your heart races. He feels the spasm of your throat as you swallow thickly, but your answer stays stuck on your tongue. Your face heats, as does your lower belly. You quickly press your legs together, as if to contain yourself. 

“Oh,” Dabi finally lets the light fall on himself, revealing the monster he’s become; huge and hulking, covered in coarse hair except where his scars peek through. It has him looking decidedly mangy. Why do you feel this way? “You like this.” His tongue drags over his sharp sharp fangs in a way that shouldn’t be so enticing. “I knew I liked you for a reason.” This time, his tongue drags over your jaw, hot and rough, all the way to your ear. 

You really thought you were going to scream, but the moan that escapes you is decidedly unafraid. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you manage to ask between gasping breaths. Why can’t you catch your breath? 

“Most people don’t react quite like this,” the hand not around your throat traces its way between your legs. Without thinking about it, you shuffle your feet apart, desperate for his touch. “But if I’d known you were such a freak,” a squeeze of his hand on your throat stoppers the protest bubbling up, “I’d’ve done this sooner.” With no more than a grunt of effort, Dabi shreds your clothing. If his body wasn’t throwing off such feverish heat, you’d be worried about hypothermia, but as it is, your chest feels hot to the touch, twitching with the pounding of your heart. 

Sharp teeth graze over your pulse, making it skip a beat. “Don’t be shy, now. Say it.”

“I-” Is he really going to make you say it? You can barely think over the roaring of blood in your ears.

“Say it,” you can’t stop your whole body from shivering when he growls in your ear, low and harsh. 

“Fuck, I love it!” you yelp, head twisting to show more of your neck. Your eagerness should embarrass you, but you’re so far past that, still high on adrenaline and the euphoria of relief knowing the thing hunting you the whole time was just Dabi. The sudden deluge of neurotransmitters makes your brain go haywire. All you can think about is his (huge) hands on your skin. His (sharp) teeth against your throat, but not digging in. Why not? Oh please. 

You don’t realize you’ve actually started pleading aloud until you hear Dabi chuckle. “Desperate little thing, aren’t you?” You whimper and nod. Maybe if you’re good, he’ll give you what you really want. “Show me,” he guides your hand to your dripping cunt. Claws. Your full body shivers in pleasure. Biting your lip, you slide two, three fingers into yourself. How are you supposed to prepare for - Dabi ruts against your hip, oh god - for that with just your own fingers? But as you get more and more excited, your worries slip into the background. Who can think with those claws pricking into their hips; where Dabi’s kneading to keep his hands busy. All he wants is to fuck you, but he can’t hurt you. He’s a monster, but your monster. 

“I want you, please, I’m ready,” you whimper. 

“You sure?” His claws dig deeper into your flesh. He almost can’t bear the thought of you saying no; his patience reaching its very limits. 

"Yes, yes," you insist. You're probably ready. Patience has never been your strong suit, either. 

You don’t balk when the oversized tip of Dabi’s cock stretches you even more than you were anticipating. It stings, but no more than the continuous nipping of his teeth on your skin; a hot, hazy pleasure-pain that blindsides you. The sound that leaves you is animalistic enough to perk Dabi’s ears. He really really regrets not letting you in on his dirty little secret sooner. You’re more receptive than he could have ever dared to hope. He is never ever going to let you go. The urge to bite, to mark, to claim gets stronger and stronger, and yet he resists; not for anything as silly as a werewolf’s curse (it’s not that easy to pass it on), but because he’s not sure he’ll be able to stop; to maintain control of himself; of his strength. You’re so fragile. 

Even as Dabi contemplates how easily he could snap your delicate little spinal column, you are writhing; grunting with effort to take more of his monstrous cock inside of you. It’s too much and not enough. You need to be closer. You want to be full of him. Body and mind (and heart if you could stand the thought). You bury your face in his chest, relishing the uneven prickle of hair therein. “Fuck, you’ll be the death of me,” he pants. He can’t help himself. He thrusts his hips sharply against yours, burying several inches all at once. It takes your breath away. “Tell me you can take it,” he growls. 

“I can take it!” You squall, brows pinching together in an effort to hold onto what seems to be your very sanity. You can take it. You want more of it, and attempt to say as much, but every time you open your mouth, your moans carry your sentences into incoherency. 

Luckily, Dabi needs no further encouragement to push his hips against yours, grinding as much of himself into you as possible. You can feel him in your throat, and you finally brush against  satisfaction. “Yes,” you breathe. He’s not even sure you’re aware you’re still talking. Your eyes are deliciously glassy; tears gathering along your lashline from the overwhelm of pleasure. He can’t help but lap them up when they finally spill over; long, rough tongue scraping over your cheekbones at regular intervals. It doesn’t take long for the spot to get raw; another layer of sensation in the cacophony.

His pubic bone crashes against your clit over and over with near-bruising force, and as he nears his release, those thrusts become shorter and shorter, until he’s simply grinding against you, whimpering faintly in your ear. That’s when you really feel it for the first time - his knot - a faint burning stretch just inside the tight grip of your sucking cunt. The stretch becomes overwhelming within a matter of moments, eliciting a high whine from the back of your throat; another animal sound Dabi might just get addicted to. He presses kisses all over your face like soft rainfall. You pull him close, pressing your lips to his in a blind bid for comfort. “Taking it so - fuck - so good,” he nuzzles into your neck and purrs in your ear. “I’ve got you. Just take it, baby.” he presses into you harder, grinding against your clit until you can’t catch your breath. You let yourself surrender to your orgasm, clutching at him desperately and yowling your satisfaction. 

The hot, wet vice of your pussy suddenly pulses and throbs and Dabi can’t stop himself from finally cumming with a howl of his own. You’re perfect as you harmonize with him. His tongue hangs out as he pants to catch his breath; knot nestled firmly inside you. As you come down from your own high, the stinging stretch mellows into a dull, pleasant throb of thorough fullness. You’re suddenly exhausted, nuzzling into his chest with your eyes closed. “Don’t fall asleep on me yet.”

“Why not?” It’s not quite a whine, but it’s close. 

“Do you think I sleep here? There’s a house nearby I crash in. What do you take me for?” If he wasn’t so satisfied, he might be offended by how little you think of him. The nerve. He doesn’t even know how you found this damn ramshackle thing. You truly have no sense of direction. It was fun to follow you in your endless circles. Could be funny to make you lead the way back. 

“I dunno. Maybe.”

“You’re insufferable.” he tells you despite the fact that he’s picking you up to cradle you close to his chest. He can berate you when you’re warm and dry.

#dabi x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #i fucking love spooky season #pardon my i mean i love fucking spooky season #plot twist it was actually both

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

Would you mind doing a one shot there Annie has a rough day like really rough 🥺 and andy does everything in his will power to make her comfortable including waking up in the middle of the night from back pain from the baby so he gives her a massage and the one thing leads to another and things get spicy 🥵 please 🥺🥹

I love this series please don’t ever stop! I’ll still support and read. Btw I’m a silent follower never really done this hope this message gets to you 👉🏼👈🏼

I can do that! I took me a while to answer cuz I had work to do.

ROUGH DAY

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

A ROUGH DAY

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie is having a rough day and she take out her frustration with Andy.

Warnings: crying, cursing words, pregnancy syntoms, sex, Andy.

A/N: none.

Word count: 2109

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One of the things Andy never liked about Annie, (yes, believe it or not he doesn’t like things about her), was when she shut down because something bother her. She got moody and in general just stop talking. And no matter how many times Andy has told her he was there for her, she kept doing it.

Today was one of those days. Her maternity leave began 2 weeks ago and Annie woke up only to realize her belly had grown more. She had an early doctor’s appointment, she changed, stood in front of the mirror and she looked huge; she couldn’t even see her feet.

“Good morning, honey!” Andy said cheerfully as he walked in to get changed for the day. He had just showered, so a towel was the only thing on his body. Of course he looked good, Annie could see his abs because he was not carrying a child on his belly. Annie turned to see him with hate in her eyes. “Ok, no good morning then.” He got closer willing to give her a kiss but she just dodged him. “Alright… so, you want me to come with you to your doctor’s appointment?”

“No.”

“But what if the baby show us if it a girl or a boy?”

“Argh! That’s not gonna happen! If it hasn’t happened yet, it’s not going to happen now!”

“Hey, I haven’t done anything to you, I just asked a simple question there’s no need to be so bitchy!”

“Fuck you!”

Annie left the room, went downstairs and left. Jake walked into the room carrying his lunchbox and his backpack. Andy was sitting on the bed already putting his socks on.

“Mommy leave me.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you to school.”

“She upset again?”

“It’s gonna be a long day, buddy.”

And it was. Lunch wasn’t any different. Annie didn’t cook and when Andy asked why she yelled at him and told him he had hands and he could cook himself. After that she went straight to their room and stayed there for the rest of the day.

Andy didn’t get near her until it was time for him to sleep. He walked into the room and saw his wife drifting off hugging her pregnancy pillow.

“Wanna talk?” Andy said cautiously but Annie ignored him completely and closed her eyes. “Good night.” He sighed, got himself comfortable and went to sleep.

It has been 3 hours since Andy turned off the tv and began snoring. Annie was fully awake, she was hungry and in so much pain. In fact she has been in pain from the moment she woke up. It was a small sting on her waist but now it was full pain. She turned and sat on the edge of the bed trying her best not to wake Andy up. She stood up, only to realize she couldn’t stand up straight.

“Jesus.” She put both her hands on the back of her waist and went downstairs to the kitchen to make something to eat and at least calm her hunger.

She grabbed everything to make a sandwich, sat on one of the stools and prepare her food. Once she was done she proceed to eat it. After she finished of course she got thirsty, but when she tried to reach for a glass a sharp pain hit right in her waist, sending some sort of electricity through her spine, her knees buckled and the scream that came out of her mouth was loud enough to wake up the entire neighborhood. She was in all fours on the floor when she heard the footsteps of Andy running down the stairs.

“Honey!” He rushed to the floor, “You ok?” Annie shook her head avoiding his sight, “Is it time?” She shook her head again, “Baby, talk to me.”

Annie turned to see him, cheeks covered in her tears, “My back hurts so bad.”

“Do you think you can sit on the floor?” She nodded and move to be sited against the counter. She took a deep breath and turned to see a very worried Andy. “I’ll help you get up. You think you can do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Ok, I’m gonna sit behind you and help you stand.” He put himself between the counter and her. Put his arms under her armpits and made her stand.

“FUCK!” Annie yelled as she felt the pain again.

“I’m sorry.”

“It hurts real bad.”

“Where?”

“On my waist.” She lifted her top and pointed the area. “I’m too tired.”

Andy moved his hands under her very prominent belly and lifted it. Annie sighed in relief when she felt the weight being lifted off of her.

“That feels so good.”

“Yeah?” She nodded as she leaned against her husband’s chest. “Can you try to walk to the living room? I won’t let you go, I promise.”

“Yeah.” She gave two steps as Andy kept lifting her belly from behind her.

“Good, you’re doing so good, baby girl.” Annie waddled to the couch; her little penguin walk, as Andy called it, was heavier than the days before. Andy moved to be in front of her, took her hands and help her sat down on the couch. “Be right back, ok?”

Andy came back a couple of minutes later, carrying a warm towel and some baby oil. She noticed how Annie was drifting off again.

“Honey?” She opened her eyes, “How long have you not been sleeping properly?”

“A week.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Cuz you’re tired too! You still have to go to work!”

“Honey,” He sat next to her, “We are in this together, if you are not sleeping you need to tell me.” Annie didn’t say anything, “I hate when you don’t tell me what’s wrong. When did the pain start?” Andy move her shirt up and placed the warm towel on her waist. The heat began to bring comfort to her muscles.

“This morning. I thought it’ll go away. I thought it was because I slept in a wrong position, but then the doctor said it was because of the baby weight. To be honest I’m so uncomfortable lately, I want this to be over and it makes me feels like I’m a horrible woman because everyone says I should enjoy my pregnancy but I feel so fucked up!”

“Well, all of those people can go fuck themselves, ok?” Annie smiled to that, “If you are miserable, it’s fine!” Andy moved on the couch to be behind her, “Now, you think if I give you a massage the pain will go away?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

“Let’s figure it out,” Andy put some baby oil on the pal of his hand, “lift the back of your shirt and hold it there.” Andy’s finger began to rub gently above the towel. His long fingers went from her waist, across her spine and to her ribs.

“I’m sorry I was a bitch today to you.”

“It’s ok, you were in pain.” He removed the towel and began rubbing on the waist.

“Oh god! That feels so good!” She leaned to the front as Andy kept rubbing.

It wasn’t long before Andy fingers went under her sleeping shorts touching her butt cheeks.

“You have like a bump here.” Andy pressed one of his fingers on her left butt cheek.

“OW!”

“I think is your sciatic.” Andy rubbed harder and Annie winced, “Maybe if you take your short off I could…”

“How convenient.” Annie said and Andy laughed.

“I mean it, you want the pain go away or no?”

“Fine!” Annie stood up and pulled her shorts down, she was not wearing underwear. Andy put the towel on the couch and she sat on it. “hehe my ass is gonna be warm now.”

The massage continue for about 5 minutes and it helped a lot. She felt sore but not in pain anymore. Andy’s fingers were still rubbing softly on her back when she let herself fall against his chest, she turned to the side and smile at him.

“Thank you.” She leaned in and gave him a peck.

“You’re most welcome.” Andy kissed her back, softly at first, but then Annie put her hand on the nape of his head, mouths open and their tongues dancing. Andy’s oily fingers got under her shirt and to her breast.

“Mmmm.” Annie moaned against his lips when Andy pinched her nipples. Andy broke the kiss and move his lips to her neck.

“You need another kind of massage?” Andy asked her in a husky voice.

“Yes, please.”

“Ok, relaxed and open your legs.” Andy rested her back on his chest, bend her knees and opened her legs. Andy’s hand went south and using his middles and index finger rubbed softly her slit. “My, my, you already wet.” Andy moved his fingers up and down her slid without touching her clit. “What were you thinking while I was massaging you, naughty girl?”

“No…nothing.”

“Liar.” Andy nip her ear and his fingers rubbed her little button.

“Oh! Yes, there.” Andy moved his fingers to her entrance rubbing it as well making her whimper.

Andy couldn’t see her pussy but he could fell her.

“I bet she looks all pretty right now, wet and raw just for me.”

“Andy, please!”

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Can you put your fingers in me?”

“So polite, of course I can, but I won’t, not yet.”

“What? Why not?!”

“I wanna keep playing with her.”

“No, please, don’t tease me.”     

“No?” Andy rubbed her clit faster and then stopped. “Ok.”

“No! I was about to cum!”

“You say no teasing.”

“Andy, please!”

Andy stood up and kneel in front of the couch, dark lustful eyes staring down at her pussy.

“See, all pretty!” Andy didn’t give her a warning before he latch to her pussy like a starve man.

“FUCK!” Annie throw her head back. She could feel his lips sucking her clit and lapping at her hole. “Oh god! Yes!” He began to tongue fuck her. His warm tongue getting in and out of her wet entrance. Annie touched her boobs feeling her orgasm approached, “Yes! Just like that! Please, don’t stop!” Andy could feel her pulsing hole on his mouth. “ANDY!” her hands took a hold of his head and keept him on her pussy. A gush of liquid came out of her and directly to Andy’s face. “FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!”

Andy’s tongue kept licking her pussy as Annie came down form her height. When he turned to see Annie his beard was drench.

“Oh my god. Andy, I’m sorry, I ‘ve never…”

“I know!” He kissed the top of her clit, “It was amazing.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah.” He stood up and throw his boxer briefs across the room. He stroke a couple of times, “you think you can do that again?”

“I… I don’t know.”

Andy climbed on the couch and help Annie to get on her side. He lifted her leg and position himself in her entrance.

“Let’s find out.” She was so wet Andy slid in easily. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

 He gave no warning and he wasn’t in the mood of been soft with her. He pounded hard into her, his balls hitting on her ass. Annie’s moaned filled the silence, “You like that?”

“YES!”

“Whose pussy is this, huh?”

“YOURS! OH GOD!

“Damn right is mine.” Andy’s hand went to her clit and as he thrusted into her and rubbed it fast, “oh I can feel you squeezing me, baby.”

“Andy!” He didn’t stop, in fact he moved faster, “Please!”

“One more, baby. I know you can. Come on!” As soon as Andy said that she came again, her pussy contracted against his dick. “FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” She milked her cock and he spilled his seed inside her. Andy took a deep breath and kissed the back of Annie’s head. “Do you think you can sleep now?”

But Annie didn’t answer. Andy moved to see her sleeping already, H laughed a bit but couldn’t blame her because he also felt exhausted. He stood, put his boxers back on, and took Annie in his arms to bring her back to their room.

By the time he walked into the room and placed Annie next to her pregnancy pillow the clock on his bed side table was marking 5:20 a.m.

“Maybe I should shower already.” He said softly.

“Don’t go to work.” Annie said in a sleepy voice. “Stay.”

Andy smiled, slid on his side of the bed and kissed Annie on the forehead “good night, honey.” One more kiss, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

#andy barber fanfic #andy barber #annie johnson #andy x annie #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #the nanny fic #andy barber fanfiction #the nanny au #andy and annie

[quigonswife8]

Sleep: Din Djarin x reader

this is a bit short meh also just for this he doesn’t have grogu

gif creds: @boardboxes

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The ship opens so you walk up the ramp to head into it The lights click on, welcoming you, and when you climb up the ladder, you slowly walk to the front of the ship.

You're going to sleep in your actual bed but you want to turn in when Din does; you usually turn in at the same time, it's just something you have been dloing for years.

"…we should be good for tonight…"

The two of you enter the room "mmm, that's good…" and then you look at Din, who's already made it to the console, with a tired look in your eyes.

All you want to do is sleep because you're exhausted; the bounty was a lot harder to capture than usual and you were nearly killed in the process.

Thankfully you're okay but you have been wanting to get back to the ship for hours and now you have you'll finally be able to sleep.

"You're right…" Din takes one of your hands in his and gives a quick squeeze "..and at least we'll be finally be able to get some sleep, which is what we need Cyare.."

the nickname 'cyare' means a lot to you than any name he could call you. It's special to you and always brings a smile to your face.

Din takes his hand out of yours and then proceeds to check over the front console. He needs to make sure nothing was damaged during your time gone [this ship means a lot to him so when the Jawa's had touched it he was not happy. he's still not happy with it and it happened over a year ago]

You watch as he does so but it's hard to fight back sleep. Usually it will take 10 minutes to fully shut off your mind and another 10 to fall asleep but that night you find it easy.

"we'll leave lunchtime tomorrow…"

"sounds good mesh'la…"

Cyare is Din's pet name for you, and yours for him is mesh'la. Both fit perfectly and aren't too cheesy unlike other pet names you've heard around the galaxy.

You decide to rest your head back, eyes still on your husband. He's focused but it's hard for you to focus with how tired you are.

He shouldn't be that long but for you it feels like you're waiting forever; it's getting harder to keep your eyes open so you blink a few times, hoping it will help.

It seems to somehow make things worse.

"…the ship hasn't been damaged.."

"that's good…"

You sit up more thinking it will help but it doesn't. You find it even more difficult to keep your eyes open that they end up closing; cursing mentally you try and force yourself to stay awake just that bit more, but the tiredeness wins and so you fall asleep against the chair.

Din finishes and so he brings his hands up to his helmet and pulls it off, placing it down next to him. He sits back down and turns his chair in your direction.

"…so we can…"

Din's eyes widen slightly and he falls into a silence. You've fallen asleep but he'd not notice which he's surprised by.

Knowing how cold it gets int he ship at night he stands up quietly and walks over to a small pile. He picks up a blanket that's nearly fallen to the floor of the Crest and then he walks back over to you; carefully he drapes the blanket over you and then takes steps back, enough so he can sit back down.

He's not going to wake you up because you deserve this sleep. Settling into his seat to sleep Din mutters "…goodnight, Cyare..", his eyes soon closing. The last image in his mind is the view of the night sky and then he's out like a light.

#star wars #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mando

[kazutora-lover]

Title: Snippets Of Valhalla Arc

actor!TR cast x gn!reader

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Genre: actor!au, fluff, humor/comedy, platonic relationship with the cast

Summary: Being the regisseur of the 'bloody halloween' showdown, y/n has a lot of stories to tell. The cast likes to play around a lot and y/n fears they're not strict enough.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of (fake) blood, mentions of (fake) weapons, mentions of (fake) death —» if you didn't read/watch the halloween showdown and don't want to be spoiled, please don't proceed to read!

Notes: the cast members are actually in their 20's - they are made younger in this arc with the help of effects and editing.

Word count: ≈ 800

a/n: thought it would be nice to write something soothing for our souls lol. What do you mean this isn't how it really happened? Also, please keep in mind that these are only parts of the arc, I'm aware that there is way more to it ^^

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Actors.. you would think they take their task very seriously. Sigh, well, watch them prove you wrong.

The moment you set a foot onto the set, you knew something was bound to happen. Sometimes you wondered if they took their roles a little bit too close to heart. On a good day, half of the cast members would arrive on time, and on a bad day? You didn't want to elaborate.

Your cast arrived just a few hours after a disaster occurred, literally. "Can you guys at least pretend to be on time, please?"

"Sorry y/n, we had to help Ran with his hair, he accidentally switched his hair dye with Rindou's." one of your cast members had said. It was Takashi. To say that you were at a loss of words was an understatement, you were sure you temporarily lost your non-vulgar vocabulary. Though, you didn't want to show it.

"So what you're trying to say is, that you guys are 2 hours late because you helped Ran with his hair, even though he will only be seen for like two seconds?" Your facial expression was unreadable and it slightly scared the man who plays the role of the little brother of Ran Haitani.

Don't get him wrong, he didn't fear for his life or anything, he knew you would and could never be overly strict with them but he still didn't like the way your voice changed its tone when you scolded them. Why? Because their fictional selves carry the same names as they do privately. Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani? They're brothers in the show as much as they are brothers in real life. So they couldn't really ignore the sensation of you using their government names.

"I know that I told you guys to stop taking your roles to heart and that you should separate acting and real life but Ran, for the love of god, please learn from your fictional self and take care of your hair.." Frustrated, you felt frustrated. Was it evident in your voice? You hoped it was because you needed to prove a point here.

This time another voice spoke up, "Y/n, if you give me permission to shave his head the next time, I'm sure we'll never be late again!" "Haru you fucker, don't make it sound like it's my fault y'all are late all the time."

Now, how were you supposed to stay serious with these idiots? "Enough! Just make sure to work on your time management and Haitani, you might want to borrow Rin's glasses next time. You know? To avoid making the same mistake." And to make sure he understood where you were coming from, you stuck your tongue out at him before shooing him away.

Now, the good thing about being a regisseur is, that you get to decide which scenes get filmed first. Professional mode on and go. "Keisuke, Chifuyu, are you guys ready for your scene?" It didn't take long before both of them simultaneously answered with a giggly "Yes!"

Things were getting intense. Baji rested in Chifuyu's arms and the latter was crying his eyes out dramatically to portray the loss of a close friend. He looked so vulnerable, so hurt and desperate for Baji to stay awake, to stay alive but said man couldn't even move a single inch anymore. His last words have been spoken and soon followed a big trail of blood that ran out of his mouth, but wait, where was the blood?

"Cuuuuuuut!"

This time it wasn't you who complained, it was Chifuyu who took that role off your shoulders. "Keisuke you idiot, you weren't supposed to swallow the blood."

It was a sight to behold. Chifuyu scolding a not so dead Baji with almost dried fake tears decorating his cheeks. Only to find his supposed-to-be-super-dead friend laughing, moving his with fake blood tinted lips into a grin.

Yeah no, they were indeed not ready.

As for the others? They couldn't contain their laughter anymore, finding the mistake of their colleague and friend way too amusing to be able to stay serious any second longer.

Kazutora decided to voice out what everyone thought of. "Keisuke, if you were thirsty you could've said so. No need to drink our props." "Shut up Tora, you killed me!"

As if on cue, Shin butted in "Me too!"

"Keep it down old man, at least you get to play the role of the ghost Keisuke is going to see before he dies."

How were you supposed to make the audience cry, scream, wail or punch the air when your actors were just a bunch of clowns?

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokyo revengers x gn!reader #tokrev #tokyo revengers valhalla arc #tokyo revengers actor!au #kazutora-lover

[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 19: The Tempering Flame

Summary: Loki helps you fire pottery and has a minor fight with his own demons.

Word Count: 3,341

Author's Note: I have BIG feelings about DUMB superhero movies and I have to get them out.

Masterlist

Loki noted you were nowhere to be seen as they passed your farm on their way into town. You weren't in your studio, at least not at your wheel by the window. The only occupants in the field were Breidr and Goat, the latter walked along the top of the wall and bleated annoyingly as they passed. Nothing of particular note happened in town. Thor had some quick legal business to attend to and there was something to sort out at the post office. Loki felt they received fewer stares these days. Perhaps it was simply becoming more commonplace to see Asgardians in town.

On their way home, their luck changed. You were pushing open the doors on the large barn in your field. The brothers stopped at your wall and watched. When you turned and spotted them you grinned and threw your hands over your head.

"Boys!" Loki briefly wondered when that epithet had become endearing. "Just the gods I wanted to see!" You had made your way to them, Ash immediately placing his front feet on top of the wall to receive Thor's attentions. "What are you guys doing tonight? Want to help me stay awake for hours?" Loki exchanged a confused look with Thor. "I beg your pardon?" "I have a salt fire going. Timing is important. I started it later than I should have and now I'm going to have to stay up most of the night. It'll be easier with friends. No pressure, though."

Thor looked disappointed. "I'm afraid I have an early morning. A meeting." Loki was very quick to follow. "I can be of service." Thor turned to him, not terribly surprised. "You aren't joining me, then?" "The lady needs assistance." He stated plainly as he gestured toward you. Thor heaved a resigned sigh. You smiled as you opened the gate for them. "Come on, Thor. You can still come inside for dinner, even if you're no help at all." You shot him a wink. He chuckled as he followed. "That is an offer I will never decline. Perhaps some day I'll be of use." "It's important to have something to aspire to." Loki quipped. You laughed.

The brothers were setting the table while you put the finishing touches on the meal. "What is a salt fire?" Thor asked as he set down a plate. "It's a firing technique. It uses salt." Thor stopped, straightened, and simply stared at you. You glanced at him over your shoulder and broke into laughter. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself." You gave him an apologetic grin. "You add salt to the kiln mid-fire. It burns up and changes the gases present in the kiln, which affects the chemistry of the glazes. You'll get different colors. It'll also add a coating to the clay. Here." You rummaged in a cabinet and pulled out a cup and handed it to Thor, who examined it before handing it to Loki. It had a mottled blue-and-white glaze that stopped a couple inches from the bottom. The exposed clay was a sort of matte metallic black, like graphite. "It's a more involved process than a regular firing but you get a nice variety."

Dinner proceeds as it normally does; conversation is friendly and the room is filled with laughter and Thor gets up for a second helping. At some point you had offhandedly mentioned something about a deer in the field and Loki had to cut Thor off before he could delve into the Elk Story. It was the only moment of friction in the meal. Eventually you gathered up the mismatched dishes and Thor warned Loki not to cause trouble (Loki, naturally, was highly insulted) before you bid him goodnight.

When you closed the door you turned to Loki with a smirk. "Are you using me to avoid another meeting?" "I'll remind you that the first time was entirely your idea. If it offends your principles you shouldn't have set such a precedent." "Alright, you got me there." Loki took a seat in an armchair. "In truth, tomorrow's meeting wouldn't be difficult to suffer through. It's with the Æsir elders. However, I wouldn't have much to contribute. My absence certainly won't be lamented." You flopped down on the end of the couch nearest his chair. "You sure they won't need someone to talk about how much Earth sucks?" "No, they're all from Asgard. They're already well aware." You scoffed. "I don't know why I thought it would be fun to be friends with an alien god." Loki quirked a brow. "Friends?" "Yeah. We are friends, aren't we?"

Your tone was casual enough, but the tension in your posture gave you away. You were nervous about his answer. There was a part of him that couldn't believe that he cared that you were nervous. However, he supposed, only a fool would continue down the path denial he'd previously walked.

"I suppose we must be." His tone was indifferent as he inspected his nails. "It's the only explanation as to why I allow you to speak to me the way you do." You laughed. "I speak to you with every ounce of respect due, your majesty." "Only a king or queen is referred to as 'majesty'. You can call me 'your highness.' You would know this if you had any sense of decorum." You tossed a throw pillow at him. Naturally, he blocked it with ease. "This is only illustrating my point." "A thousand apologies, your highness." "It doesn't count if you're being insincere."

The conversation turned to books the both of you were reading and whether he would be joining you at the market this weekend (he would). You were in the middle of a story about Gerdy when an alarm began chiming on your phone.

"Oh, hey, time to check the kiln."

He followed as you left through the back door. Ash went loping around the field as you led Loki to the large barn. The barn had its doors open at each end, he could see the moonlit field on the far side, and it was filled with shelves and shelves of pottery in various states of completion. Despite the chill air outside, it was quite warm in here, even with the doors open. In the center there were two structures built from pale yellow bricks. One had an orange glow peeking out from the crevices. There was the low roaring sound of fire and as the two of you drew closer Loki could see ports along the bottom of the brick structure where pipes entered and were spouting flames inside.

It was almost uncomfortably hot directly next to the kiln. You picked up a thick, scorched-looking mat and used it to remove a brick that was jutting out from the wall of the structure. You peered inside then motioned for Loki to do the same. Through the porthole he could see a shelf covered in ceramic items, and on the edge of the shelf there was a row of small white spikes standing vertically. Well, most of them were. One had folded over on itself.

You placed the brick back in its spot. "Those are called 'cones'. They melt at different temperatures, so we can know how hot the kiln is." "Seems a little rudimentary. Surely you have some sort of technology that tells you the exact temperature of each piece of pottery as well as the kiln as a whole." You adjusted a valve on a pipe. "What happened to 'you humans over-complicate everything'?" "That is precisely why I ask. This system isn't nearly contrived enough for your standards." You rolled your eyes. "You're ridiculous." "You make clay."

You were already walking back to your cottage, leaving him to follow. You sat at one end of your couch and he sat at the other while you set a new alarm on your phone.

The conversation picked up again where it left off. The two of you passed hours drifting from one subject to the next, trading stories, telling jokes. You gradually shifted from sitting forward on the couch, to tucking your legs up, eventually facing him with your head leaning against the back of the couch. Loki had caught you stifling a yawn on more than one occasion. He wasn't terribly surprised, then, when he looked up while telling a story to find you had drifted off to sleep, your temple against the headrest, your legs pulled up to your chest, tucked into the corner of the couch. You had an alarm set, so he let you rest. He sat back and considered what it meant that you fell asleep. You were comfortable here. You trusted him.

Then a voice crept up from the darkest corner of his heart to tell him: You shouldn't.

He immediately sank into the cold certainty of this statement. You naive fool, trusting him. How well did you know him, really? Hardly at all. No, it was worse than that. You knew what he was capable of, you were aware of his past. Yet you had left yourself completely vulnerable here. He glowered as he thought about the danger you were putting yourself in. He had met a dozen versions of himself, and how many of those had been trustworthy? He deserved every wary glance, every hushed whisper just out of earshot, every muttering of "Serpent-Tongue". He had done nothing to earn your trust.

He silently spiraled into self-loathing while you slept. Eventually you woke up, blinking in the light.

"Oh, Loki, I'm sorry." Your voice was rough. "You should have woken me up." "You should be more careful." You scoffed. "Geeze, go easy on me. Okay, so I should have made coffee..." "No. That's not what I meant." His jaw clenched for a moment. "You're foolish to fall asleep in the company of someone like me." You stared for a moment, then you had the audacity to laugh. Loki frowned. "This is funny to you?" You shook your head. "No, it's just.... Loki, what could you possibly do to me while I'm sleeping that you couldn't do to me while I'm awake?"

He faltered. You had a point. He was immensely stronger and faster than you, and that was without considering his seiðr. You would be powerless against him in any circumstance.

His self-hatred wasn't going to release him easily, however, so he glared at the floor. "Perhaps, then, it is unwise to keep my company at all." "Hey," You moved closer, trying to draw his eye, "we're friends, right? You can't take it back just because you're in a mood. I trust you." He looked at you now. "You would trust the would-be tyrant, the aggressor of the Battle of New York?" "Yeah, but that, that wasn't really you." "I can assure you it was." He said bitterly. "No, I know it was you." You seemed to struggle with the words. "But something was wrong, right?" That broke the spell. What did you know? He recovered from his surprise and tried to keep a level tone. "What makes you say that?" "It was Gerdy, actually." You were fiddling with your fingers in your lap. "She saw it. I have to admit I didn't really believe her at the time." You sounded ashamed of this confession. "They showed the footage on TV and when you would come on she'd point at the screen and say 'That boy is being hunted.'" You looked away again and cleared your throat. When you continued it sounded like an apology. "It wasn't until I saw you here, in person, that I knew she was right." You finally met his eyes again. "She was right, wasn't she?"

He sat back, reeling from the shift. "Very insightful, was Gerdy." "Yes, she was." You studied him for a moment. "Can you tell me?" He picked at a piece of lint on the arm of the sofa. He considered saying no. You wouldn't ask him twice. But he did attack your world. You were owed an explanation. "Are you familiar with the name 'Thanos'?" "He's dead." Loki was well aware. He would not have come to a timeline where the Mad Titan was still alive. "Thor killed him, with the Avengers." You continued. "He attacked New York and Wakanda. The stuff they said he was planning...." You trailed off and looked grim. He nodded. "Asgard was surrounded by a void. Just a pocket of emptiness, nothing." He paused to steady himself. "I... fell... into the void." Your eyes grew wide and your hand covered your mouth. He continued focusing on the sofa. "Thanos found me in the void. He... twisted my mind, to suit his purposes." He didn't look at you directly but could still see the horror in your eyes. His jaw tightened. You were too close. This room was too small. "And so I led an army to Midgard."

When he finally brought himself to look at you, your face was drawn tight, your eyes were sad. He had left many things unsaid, but you seemed to have heard them, regardless.

"I'm sorry." He looked away again while trying to find the words he wanted. "I should have been stronger." "No." Your voice was firm and fierce, when he looked back at you there was a fire in your eyes. "Loki. What Thanos did to you, why do you think he did it?" He did not have an answer. "Because it works. Those things work. To get people like him what they want." "They worked on me." He scoffed. He was startled when your hand gripped his shoulder. "No. Listen to me. It would have worked on anyone. If it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else." The latter, at least, he couldn't deny. Thanos would have come for the Tesseract with or without him. "Do you truly believe Thor could have been broken in such a way that he would attack your planet?" "Absolutely." The certainty in your voice made him nearly believe it as well. You released his shoulder and sat back. A silence settled in the room. He was not convinced that anyone could have been corrupted as he was, but he certainly wasn't going to try to argue the point with you.

"Loki, at any given moment, we're all only doing what we can."

He looked at you while those words sunk in. For just a moment he thought he saw your fingers tracing your scar. The thought was interrupted by the alarm on your phone.

"Come on, let's go check the kiln." You stood and made a point of waiting for him at the door. He couldn't help but feel that you were using this as an excuse to relieve him from this conversation. At any rate, he followed.

The barn was even warmer now. Or perhaps the temperature outside had dropped and the contrast seemed greater. You once again picked up the mat and removed the brick to peer inside. You smiled and turned to Loki, pointing to the opening. All of the cones had now melted and folded over.

"It's ready. Step back."

You replaced the brick and picked up a bucket and a scoop. Then you went around the kiln opening these portholes one at a time and tossing a few scoops of material in. Each time it was followed by a loud cracking pop.

Loki winced. "What is that sound?" "That's the moisture in the salt evaporating instantaneously." You grinned.

Surely these were temperatures that humans weren't meant to meddle with. Logically he knew that there were other things humans did that required even more heat and danger, but it still felt strange to see it. He watched you work in the orange glow of the kiln and marveled at the fact that such fragile creatures created these processes.

"Alright. A little more time to burn, now."

You returned to your kitchen and went about making coffee. You offered him the choice of coffee or tea, he took the latter. You grabbed a blanket from the couch and led him out onto the front porch and took a seat, bundling yourself up. You didn't try to revisit the previous topic. The two of you sipped your drinks, held your usual sort of conversation and spent stretches in silence, simply admiring the night. Gradually, he could see that staying awake was taking its toll on you. Your energy waned and your eyes were tired.

Your alarm went off again. He followed you one last time to the barn where you shut off valves and the roaring flames went quiet. You left the kiln sealed up, still radiating heat. You were practically dragging your feet back inside.

"Alright, that's a wrap on the night." You stifled a yawn. "Thanks for staying." "It was my pleasure. Though I do wonder why you didn't simply sleep between alarms." "This was more fun." You gave him a tired smile as you rinsed the mugs in the sink. "I'm heading to bed. You're welcome to crash on the couch, or head home. Either way." Loki considered this. "If its all the same, I think I prefer my own bed." You nodded. "Fair enough. Thanks again."

Loki saw you reach, moving as if you were going to hug him, when you abruptly stopped yourself. You laughed and looked a little embarrassed. "Goodnight, Loki." He breathed a laugh as well. "Goodnight."

**

Loki slept in late the next day, when he woke Thor had of course already left for the meeting. Alone in the quiet house, Loki thought back to last night. There were things that needed to be said. He spent some time working out how to say them. He still felt unprepared when Thor arrived home.

Loki was standing near the stove when Thor entered the kitchen. "The meeting went well?" Thor nodded and leaned against the counter. "There was progress made, though it was decidedly less than I would have liked. How was the salt fire?" "Illuminating." Loki crossed his arms while he worked up the nerve. "Thor...." Thor looked up, he seemed to see the weight on Loki's shoulders. "Yes?" "I... I know I said some things to you. When we met again on Midgard. After my time with Thanos." Thor looked somber and waited patiently. "I know that you didn't throw me into the abyss. I know that you wouldn't. My memories had been corrupted. My mind wasn't my own."

Thor nodded solemnly. He scratched at an imaginary flaw on the countertop. "I've learned much about Thanos in the time since. I met two of his daughters. I've heard what he does." Loki's eyes widened. "You met two of his daughters?" "Indeed." "And you survived?" Thor chuckled and glanced at his brother. "By the grace of the Norns, they were on our side by that time." His smile faded and he focused again on the countertop. He spoke quietly. "I should have known."

Loki watched Thor's hands tense against the edge of the counter. "I should have known. It's all so clear now. At... at the time I didn't know where we stood. Everything felt so uncertain between us." He winced and his voice cracked. "I failed you, brother. In many ways." Loki took a step forward. Thor's eyes were still downcast. "I should have defended you. I let you be imprisoned. I let them call you a villain. I should have fought harder. We lost so much time."

This apology was not entirely for him. It was for another Loki. One who was gone. How could he respond? He placed a hand on Thor's shoulder. Thor looked to him and Loki could see the anguish in his eyes. Against his better judgement, he opened his arms.

Thor immediately took the the opportunity to wrap his brother in a tight embrace. "Brother, I am sorry." His words were muffled against Loki's shoulder.

"It's alright, Thor." Loki said reassuringly as he held onto his brother. "We are all only doing what we can."

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Random Senerio w/ Katsuki Bakugou

For Context: This is a self-insert 1-shot about adapting to life in Japan (specifically earthquakes). I might make more of these because I'm very well aware of how debilitating culture shock can be. I was an exchange student for 10 months in the Czech Republic at 16-17. Obviously, Japan and Czech are VERY different, but I thought this was fun to write, so just enjoy!

My entire body was trembling as I walked through the pitch-black hallways trying to find at least some light. There had obviously been an outage from the earthquake. It was 3 am when the tremors jolted me awake. I needed to find someone awake to sit with. Being alone in the dark was driving me crazy.

Because of the lack of light, I found myself stumbling door to door, knocking lightly and getting more and more anxious as no one answered… That was until someone finally did, but it wasn't who I expected.

"Who the hell is-" Katsuki looked down at me in my disheveled state trying to make sense of why I was at his door.

"The earthquake woke me up," I say in a shaky voice trying not to cry, "and it's really dark because the power went out."

"And why is that my problem?" He sounded so angry. I just couldn't hold it in anymore and started quietly crying, turning away from him.

Katsuki's heart sank as he watched me cry. He stood there for a moment just staring, trying to think of what to do before noticing the goosebumps on my arms. He stepped back inside for a moment to grab the blanket off his bed.

“Here,” he grumbled, handing the soft green blanket to me, “Get in before I change my mind.”

I proceed to wrap it around myself and walk inside quickly. I make it to the edge of his bed, then look back at him, his eyes were the most noticeable with the dim light from the moon. 

“Just crawl over to the wall and I’ll sleep on this side,” his voice was softer now, but still agitated. 

I nod, doing as he asked, trying my best not to make too much noise as my nervous system finally calmed down till I felt the aftershock hit. 

“Willow, It’s fine,” Katsuki rolls his eyes as I start breathing heavier, “What? You never felt earthquakes before?”

I turn back to shake my head no. Tennessee only gets tornados, floods, and the occasional tropical storms coming up from the aftermath of hurricanes down in the Gulf. 

Katsuki just stared at me, “So you… don’t have those in America?”

“California does, and maybe some other states on the west coast, but not Tennessee.”

He hummed, seeming to understand why I reacted so severely now, “Well, trust me; this is nothing. I’ve felt a Magnitude 7. Now that shit is scary. These little tremors are nothing.”

“I’ve had a tornado go by my house,” I explain, “It was only an F2, but still.”

“Tsk,” Katsuki laughed, “I could probably take one of those out with an explosion.”

I start laughing, “You think you could take out a tornado?”

“If I can make them, I can break them can’t I?” He asks, nudging my shoulder. 

“Maybe the tiny ones, but an F5? There was one down in Huntsville when I was a kid that took out whole neighborhoods and dropped pieces of buildings in my front yard an hour away!”

His eyes widened, “Now that’s fucking scary.”

“Right?! And they can crop up anywhere. Unlike hurricanes where you have time to prepare, they’re just there in a flash.”

Kats nods, eyes heavy and sleepy as he lays down, “Now, why would be scared of a silly little earthquake when you face that shit at home?”

I pause as he stares at me, “Well… it’s new… I don’t know what to expect.”

He breathes out and closes his eyes, “Then just come stay with me, but don’t tell anyone I let you in here or dunce face will be on my ass about it.”

I smile, jumping again as we feel another, much lighter aftershock. I instinctually reach out for something as I feel the earth beneath me shift only to land on Katsuki’s biceps. When I finally realize what I’m holding, I feel his hand ghost over mine as he looks up at me. 

“Finding an excuse to cop-a-feel, Sparkle face?” He asks, a smirk on his face as he laughs. 

I shake my head, “No- I just- I’m sorry- I didn’t mean to-”

“If I was mad I would have said so,” he whispers, gliding his thumb over my knuckles, “Now lay down and go to sleep. We have class tomorrow.”

“Yeah- Right, of course,” I lay next to him. My hands were still on his arm as he continued his ministrations. His hands were so gentle and abnormally warm. It lulled me into finally closing my eyes and leaning my head into his shoulder. 

“G’night…” I just barely hear him whisper in my ear before sleep finally takes me for the rest of the night.

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Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 5

Episode 5: The Great Cactus Con (SMUT)

*MIS AMIGOS. THE TIME HAS COME. FIRST SMUT OF THE BOOK. I will warn you now as in this is your warning, heed it and skip, or proceed. things get filthy (really filthy with lots of bad words) from here until the next warning. you have been warned, now let the sin begin!*

Daybreak. Saturday. The most peaceful time in the Man Cave for its resident couple. Morning meant warmth, safety and time spent together, the total opposite of what they experienced outside the four walls of their bedroom—chaos, responsibility and stress. 

No, in their room, mornings always brought peace, a chance for them to catch a break and just be a normal couple before they had to be superheroes again. It was why they liked them so much and why they were treated and valued more carefully than gold dust. No one dared to enter the lovers' bedroom before noon and for good reason. When they said "be like a normal couple", they meant it and not Henry or Charlotte or Jasper or even Schwoz with his lack of social skills wanted to intrude on that.

(y/n) woke gently, which was another bonus to add to the pile of reasons why she and her fiancé adored the early hours. Their lives were often so hectic and dangerous that being able to do something gently, naturally and without urgency was nice—being able to slowly but surely open her eyes to the darkness of the room was nice. No rush, no shouting, no scrambling to get dressed, just tranquillity and warmth. 

And that's how she stayed for a while, not wanting to move or wake up yet because everything was so cosy and comfy and safe with her sweetheart's arms around her waist and back as she snuggled her face into his chest, which had always been infinitely better than any pillow she'd come across. Ray's soft breaths and gentle snores were a regular rhythm in her hair as her body gradually adjusted to being awake. 

First, things around the room started to become more apparent, like the almost inaudible hum of the various electronic appliances around the room or how the lights were still set to brighten over the next hour or two. 

Next, her eyes cracked open properly to see what was what. Yep, everything was as it had been when they'd fallen asleep last night; the world kept spinning but for them, things stayed the same. And finally, last but not least, her muscles started to stretch, pop and contract as they prepared for another day of mayhem. 

Today would bring excitement, no doubt; there was a convention in town, one of the most popular for the people of Swellview and the Man Cave team were adamant that they should secure tickets to attend. That was part one. 

Part two would come later since (y/n) had kindly volunteered to help Charlotte with her dress. Well, it wasn't her dress, but she and some friend of hers had designed it because Piper was the convention's queen or something. The design was beautiful, flawless, so breathtakingly beautiful that when asked, the woman couldn't help but offer her services since the girls could draw and source materials but not sew, and a dress without stitches was just a mess. 

So, her afternoon would be dedicated to adding the finishing touches to the gown ready for what was known as Cactus Con, just the last few alterations so the waist wasn't too loose, the skirt wasn't too long and they couldn't forget the sash. It made the outfit complete. 

But. And it was a big but. Right now, the thought of getting out of bed seemed...revolting. Everything was so perfect and even though her body said yes, her mind said no to getting up, even if she had duties to attend to in a few hours. Staying in Ray's embrace was much more inviting, so she tangled her legs into his more and wriggled deeper into his hold, which produced an unexpected reaction. 

The friction caused by her thin, delicate pyjamas rubbing against his skin, and possibly her lips brushing against his chest for just a moment, drew a groan from the hero that had his sweet girl frozen, especially when his hips flexed to roll into hers. It wasn't just a grumble from sleep or him trying to get comfortable after sleeping in the same position too long, no, she knew what that sounded like. And she knew what this sounded like. 

A million thoughts flashed through her mind as all of her suspicions were confirmed when Ray's hold on her waist tightened and pushed her core further towards his body, where their hips slotted together with one leg over his body and her head tucked into his neck. Breathy pants and whines left his lips as his nose buried into her hair and his hardening cock pressed against her clit. Right, it was pretty obvious what was happening in that filthy little mind of his. 

Shock turned into a devious smirk on her face as he clung to her and unwittingly used her body for his own pleasure, each gentle, stuttered grind of his cock into her had her desire growing until her bottom lip was tugged between her lips and her hands were unable to stop themselves from wandering his chest. 

It seemed cruel to wake him up from what sounded and felt like such a good dream and she couldn't help but wonder what he was seeing in his mind. Was it as sinful as his clumsy, twitchy thrusts and breathless groans would suggest? Did it have a solo role or did he have someone else starring? If so, who? 

"F-fuck...tha—that's it, sw-sweet g-girl. Rig—right there..." Well, the mystery was solved. Had she not been listening with intense concentration, avidly loving every sound and motion he made, (y/n) would've missed the shaky, broken words Ray panted out with no knowledge that he was doing so. Her ears caught the needy groan of his favourite name for her and instantly, her pussy clenched around nothing, her heart pounding when she realised that even in his dreams, he wanted her. 

Such a good boy, dreaming and getting off on the thought of her body and all the times they'd fucked, the need to reward him was overwhelming but that presented its own challenges. (y/n) had an idea of what she'd like to try, it was bold, risky and filthy even by her standards but the thought of her lover's reaction spurred her on anyway, making her ponder her first move with a bitten lip as his cock slid against her clothed cunt. 

Normally, it was difficult enough getting free from his arms when he wasn't dry-humping her, but the added iron grip of his embrace and how her body leaving his would surely wake him up—a complete disaster if she'd ever thought of one—this was gonna be tricky. How to get free without waking him up and ruining the game before she'd even had a chance to play with him? 

Okay, first things first: legs. Slowly, without any hurry at all since the odd bump might just disrupt that hot dream of his, (y/n) shifted her ass backwards and gently removed the leg that had been slung over his waist. It was such a shame to lose the friction she so desperately craved and Ray seemed to notice too as he started whining from the loss of familiar heat but it wouldn't be for long. By her calculations, he'd enjoy what her impish mind had come up with. 

Despite her doofus briefly recognising that something had changed around his physical body, he didn't stir to the point of consciousness, causing his girl to release a sigh of relief as she moved on to the next step. The arms around her body. 

To say he was asleep and lost in a world of velvet walls and gentle lovemaking, Ray's grip as he held onto his fiancée was surprisingly strong as if losing the scent of her shampoo and the warmth of her form against his would ruin the façade. That was duly noted by (y/n) as she held her breath and carefully enclosed her hand around his wrist. 

No sudden movements, she gave him time to adjust to the feeling for a moment since this stage was crucial and when his breathing returned to grunts and moans again, she started to move. As gently as possible, she pushed the arm back across his tensed abs and onto the bed, where it immediately begin harshly fisting the sheets instead of loosely pawing at her back. Next, came the second arm, which required more attention since she'd have to sit up and inch away from it as it curled underneath her body and around to her rib cage. Easy does it. 

The hero sensed the movement this time; his muscles tensed and after his soulmate's skin left him, he was instantly jerking and twitching as if he was searching for her, making (y/n) smile softly as his right arm fell back to the bed too. This was perfect, thank god he was a heavy sleeper because now, she had him exactly how she wanted him; on his back, hips grinding into the air and his legs spread just wide enough for one devious girl to slide in between after she pulled the blankets back. 

He might have shivered at the loss of warmth and comfort but honestly, (y/n) wasn't sure if that was down to him experiencing the aftershocks of a particularly spicy moment with dream her or his skin prickling at the inrush of air. Probably the first, in her mind the room was cold at all, rather, it was stiflingly hot as she used every ounce of grace and stealth gifted to Miss Danger to settle calmly and quietly halfway down the bed. 

And for a good few minutes, she stayed like that, wanting to let the electric atmosphere settle for a moment because very quickly, she'd gone from being sleepy to shocked to horny to between her future husband's legs in a matter of seconds. 

The last thing she wanted was to carelessly wake him up after coming so far and no doubt if he looked down now, she'd have a lot of bashful explaining to do about why she was eying his half-hard cock as it swelled against his underwear. But of course, she didn't want to wait too long because, with every passing millisecond, it became more and more likely that Ray would open his eyes with the dream finished and her plan in tatters, so she broke her frozen state. 

Another tricky part would be pulling down his briefs to reveal that gorgeous fucking cock she knew was there—just enough to free him but not enough to be too much of a sensation. 

But first, came something else. (y/n) couldn't help herself, not when the thought of having him in her mouth entered her mind and made her drool. It couldn't hurt, not really, so nothing stopped her when her lips met with his throbbing member and began to trail open-mouthed kisses down the underside. 

The more she worshipped him through the thin cotton, the more pleased she grew with herself as his cock hardened further under her ministrations until it was rock solid and bobbing against the fabric. To her filthy delight, his tip leaked a small wet spot onto the front that she didn't hesitate to kitten lick with her darkened eyes trained on his face, which was contorted in pleasure as his chest heaved. Oh, how much fun could a girl have?

"M-mine, all mine. T-tight, so t-tight too. Pre—pretty girl."

Satisfied that he'd suffered enough torture in the form of feeling the light pressure of her lips, she brought her hands to the waistband of his black boxers and pinched the elastic between her fingertips. It wasn't easy but by no means did she want the fabric to catch any patch of skin as she pulled them to his thighs - the only sensation he'd be feeling running across the soft flesh of his cock would be her mouth. Just softness and warmth, nothing rough, not this morning. That's why she wouldn't use her hands until the very last minute. 

The band pulled back to release his glorious cock in the dim light of the room and she left the material just under his heavy balls that looked tight from his impending release and instinctively, her tongue poked out at the thought of finally tasting him. 

Nothing extreme. Not yet. The first few licks were delicate and timid like (y/n) was testing the waters as she kept her eyes fixated on his expressions, watching as his breathing hitched when she dipped into his slit. The tip of her tongue ran everywhere—across his head, across the pulsating vein that ran underneath and across the crevice that was the beginning of the soft stretch of skin that led to his tense sacks, ready to pump his load to whatever was waiting for it and she was determined for that whatever to be her tongue. 

Mornings were good because they felt like they had all the time in the world to do whatever they wanted, so (y/n) was in no hurry as her wet muscle toyed with him for what felt like hours, just savouring a taste that could only be described as purely Ray; gentle, clean like soap, slightly salty but strangely addictive as her movements grew bolder and his pants grew to whiny moans. 

For the first time, her tongue ran down the side of his cock fully, bathing it in saliva as she went from tip to base and back up. The gasp that tore from his throat shot straight to her needy pussy which was desperate to be filled by the thickness that was edging its way into her mouth but she ignored it and satiated it by pressing her clit into the comforter for a sliver of friction. What was more important was admiring his eyebrows furrow and his jaw falling open as she invited his flared head into her hot cavern and kept it there. 

"(y-y/n), s-sweet girl, yeah, t-that's it, cum around me," 

The peril was worth it to see how a god of a man was brought to his knees by the touch of a mere mortal wanting to please him; Ray was damp from his forehead to his chest with a sheen of sweat, which caused that floppy brown hair of his to stick to his skin as he was willingly dragged to hell and back, his dream feeling more and more like reality as he imagined a beauty fucking herself on his cock as he called her his wife, his beautiful, perfect, fucking cock-hungry wife. 

Fuck, each swivel of her hips was cruelty and mercy wrapped into one as he swore that his mind never usually created something so accurate but he didn't complain or question it, not when the heat spread through his loins. His gripping of his girl's hips was actually him clutching the sheets between white knuckles as (y/n) ran her tongue along his slit and under that crevice, suckling gently as his abs tensed and clenched. 

She knew the signs of him getting close and for the last few moments of this, she wanted to go from gently guiding him to the edge to throwing him over with no mercy. So, in a move that may have been too much for some, she swallowed his length, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could until he hit her soft palate. No matter how much she resisted or tried to train herself not to, she gagged at the unwanted intrusion and pulled back with a gasp that sent tingles up Ray's spine. He stirred but didn't wake. Thank god for that. 

Knowing she'd have to be more careful at first, (y/n) dipped her head again, going as low as she could until she'd reached her limit, where she'd wrapped her tongue around his shaft so her spit drenched and pooled at the bottom of his cock where the soft skin of his balls was still tempting her. 

Fuck it, she just couldn't resist. Finally, as she picked up the speed of how she bobbed her head, Ray's moans and groans quickened in a crescendo, and her hand snaked from where it had been patiently braced against the mattress and she tenderly gripped him at the base as her lips wandered to suck one into her mouth. That drew a strong reaction from her doofus as he thrust upwards and into her hand as the slurred mumblings started again. 

"F-fuck me s-soo—good, b-baby. S-shit, your pussy is a-a-always so t-tight," he stammered into the pillow, causing the girl running her hand over his chiselled torso to smirk. Oh, if only she could give that to him now, but that would be too risky. He'd have to settle for her final move because there was no way she wasn't going to have his cum down her throat after all of this work, so her lips returned to his head. 

She whined around him when a spurt of precum hit her tastebuds, a glimpse of what she was set to receive soon as she upped her game. Her bobbing grew faster as her hand left his stomach to roll his balls between her fingers and on each rise, her teeth scraped against his sensitive skin, meaning she had to take the rough thrusts his hips gave as he fucked her mouth. Still, given the way she was dripping, leaking, creaming in those brief pyjama shorts as she ground her clit into whatever was underneath her, she didn't mind. She loved it. 

And finally, as his abs crunched and became sculpted in the dim light, her hand left his balls too and returned to the base of his cock where she pumped what wouldn't fit in her mouth. The vibrating hum of the high-pitched moan that left her as her throbbing bud caught the edge of the comforter was enough to shove him over the edge as his body froze and then relaxed. 

Peace settled between them for a split second before Ray came hard in her mouth, panting and gasping for air as his eyes flew open in time to experience the most gut-wrenching pleasure and (y/n) grinned at the wrecked sight of him as she happily swallowed the salty, pearly essence that hit the back of her throat. 

"Wha—I—fuuuuuck, shit, fuck, sweet girl—what are you—fuuuuck." Ray groaned and gasped through his bewildered state, pulling his chin to his chest to see the hottest sight he'd ever come across, filthier than anything he could've thought of. What had been his mind's invention of him fucking his newly-wedded wife in a honeymoon suite in Hawaii had actually been his dirty little fiancée suckling on his cock for the past however long it had been and god, she made a stunning sight. 

His cock wedged in her throat, nipples pebbled against that tight cotton shirt she was wearing as her hips ground for any friction she could find like some needy slut and her dilated pupils stayed trained on him, even when he started to soften in her mouth. 

Ray watched silently as she kept his cock in her mouth for as long as possible, teasing him by running her tongue across the sensitive frenulum and giggling when he jolted at the sharp sensation that ran up his spine. He was indulging her, (y/n) knew that; he could've easily pulled her off and saved himself from the torture but he didn't. He allowed her to stay where she was happy and where she could lick the last remnants of his cum from his head as it clung to her throat. 

Still, he couldn't hold out forever and even when she swore that he hardened in her mouth again when she gave him a gentle suck, Ray couldn't go again. So, his hand wound its way from her hair and down to her jaw where he pulled her off, groaning when he lost the warmth and saw her deviously licking her lips. Dirty girl. 

"Up." Was the only instruction he gave her as the hand that cradled her mouth open gripped her arm and yanked her trembling frame to his sticky, broad chest, where his awaiting arms quickly secured her soft figure against his naked one. 

"Morning..." (y/n) whispered smugly into his ear, which ended in her breath hitching when his leg bent to bring his thigh to her core. The pressure was heavenly and he growled lowly in his throat at the sound of her whine when a heavy arm draped across her hips to stop them from dragging her clit across the taut muscles there. 

"Sweet girl, you're gonna be the death of me, you needy little thing," he grumbled into her ear, although there was no hint of malice, just a dozing satisfaction that came from being woken by a vixen fucking him with her mouth and having his cum poured down her throat. 

"You enjoyed it, though. You couldn't stop saying my name as you fucked me in your sleep," (y/n) replied with a proud grin, feeling her core clench around nothing again when she recalled how needy and submissive he sounded when he rocked his clothed cock into her ass for the slightest bit of relief. 

"That's because I had these—" he gave a harsh pinch to her nipple through the cotton shirt, which pulled a squeal from her throat, "—perfect tits in my face and this—" he stopped again to swiftly slap her ass and grab at the pliable flesh there, "—perfect ass bouncing on my cock." Ray grunted as her hips rolled against his strong thigh just once, but the moan that fell from her lips was enough to leave him hungering for more. 

"You sounded so hot. I couldn't help but suck on your cock for a little bit when you started rutting against me. I needed your cum on my tongue."

"I wanted to fuck you this morning—wanted to see your tight little pussy struggle to take my cock but now I can't," Ray smirked when she jutted against his thigh again at the filth leaving his mouth, and suddenly, he was struck with an idea of his own. 

He couldn't say that she'd misbehaved by waking him up with her mouth, neither could he say that he was angry at having the image of her faux-innocent eyes looking up at him as he split her lips open, but he had fallen asleep last night with a semi after seeing her waltz around in those fucking ridiculous shorts. They were probably the cause of the dream and he'd been wanting to pin her down and pound into her until she could only say his name. Still, he could be flexible and there was no doubt that he wasn't going to enjoy this.

"I'm sorry, Captain, I didn't--" (y/n) squeaked, offering a pathetic apology as she failed to hold back the need to rub her clothed cunt up and down his thigh, the friction of her soaked shorts against her clit causing her to mewl as Ray looked up with a wolfish grin. He didn't even need to try, his sweet girl just knew what he wanted anyway.

"Yes, you did. You couldn't wait to have my cock inside you so you decided to swallow my cum instead, just like how you can't help but grind your sweet pussy against my thigh now," He whispered hotly as her movements picked up, his hands moving to grip her hips and aid her rocking as she whimpered against the skin of his chest. Fuck, she was so desperate, bucking and grinding to try and find the best angle as he set the nice, not too fast but not too gentle, just hard enough so he could feel her slick leak onto his thigh.

"Fuck, Ray, feels--feels so good..." She moaned breathlessly, hanging her head as he guided her lower half in a way that wasn't frantic enough for her as her core quivered and begged to be stuffed with something, but she guessed that it was part of his game, his fun. She could feel her orgasm coming, slowly and gently but ferociously too and by keeping her steady, Ray was dragging out like only he could - the man who'd had the pleasure of making her fall apart by his hand only thousands of times.

"Yeah, you like that, baby? You like riding my thigh?" He got his answer with the weak nod and whimper she gave him as her eyes screwed shut and she doubled her efforts, seeking the high that would surely burn and consume her if she didn't find it. Ray wasn't a man to leave her hanging either and after having the pleasure of shooting his load down her throat, he wanted to make sure he got her off properly.

His muscles purposefully tensed between her legs, turning soft, pliant flesh into a rock-hard surface gained after years of working in the gym and that's when (y/n) lost it. He had the perfect amount of muscle for her use and her clit throbbed as it brushed against the new hardness, as well as his cock as it started to spring to life again after seeing a goddess above him for real this time.

"Shit, I can feel the mess you're making for me on my thigh, sweet girl, it's so fucking hot. Take that shirt off for me, let me see those perfect tits," Ray ordered her and without a second thought, (y/n) grabbed the hem and yanked the offending garment over her head and tossed it to some unknown corner of the room, leaving her in nothing but those drenched shorts that were absolutely staying. 

They made her ass look so round and perfect as her now free chest heaved and shone with perspiration, causing her lover to lift one of his hands to squeeze and toy with her pert nipples.

The heroine threw her head back as he enjoyed the weight of her breasts in his hand, switching between either one as she rocked harder and harder, feeling that familiar lightning creep up her spine and tighten her core.

"I want to cum, Ray, I w-wanna cum so badly, c-can I?" She asked with a whimper, feeling his now solid member dip against her slit every time her hips moved forward, and it was enough to bring her to the edge, but she wouldn't fall without asking first. She was his perfect little girl after all.

"Course, you can, sweet girl. Go on, soak your shorts and my thigh, get that pussy nice and tight and wet for me to slide in," Ray swallowed the lump in his throat as she ground harshly against her leg, biting her lip so hard it could bleed as his hold left her hips entirely to grasp the base of his cock and slot it between her legs. She was free to set the pace as she wanted it--hard and fast--as the feeling of having the bulbous head press against her clit and entrance only to be stopped by her ruined cotton briefs pushed her over the edge.

"F-fuck, fuuuck, Raaaaay---" (y/n) wailed as her hips stilled with his cock lodged against her clit, causing it to pulse and throb as the pleasure washed over her. She collapsed and folded over his chest, falling into his waiting arms as she kept him nestled between her thighs as she recovered from the intense high, shivering and shaking when one of his arms curled around her back and the other let his hand rest on her ass. 

They stayed quiet for a moment and listened to her unsteady pants as her heart slowed down and the sweet feeling in her core started to burn again when she realised that he was hard again beneath her, but he was just waiting for her to go again. There was no way he wasn't gonna press his cock into her pussy after getting it ready with one orgasm, he knew that she had at least another two in her after this and he intended to have her screaming his name so loud the soundproof walls would be put to the test. That sounded like her kind of fun.

"Ray?"

"Yeah, sweet girl?" The man grunted when she flexed her hips and "accidentally" pushed her soaked shorts further against his cock, but he didn't say anything, just pressed his lips to her damp hairline as he swallowed his lust and tucked her head into the crook of his neck. 

Just because he had the overwhelming urge to fuck her into the mattress didn't mean he was gonna just yet, he always made sure she was ready for it before diving in--his needs didn't matter. Well, to him they didn't but for (y/n), the amount of time between her cumming and being ready for the pounding of a lifetime was surprisingly brief as she felt her cunt clench at the thought of being stretched open. Enough tenderness, she needed more.

"Will you fuck me now?" And that was an offer he couldn't refuse. Thank god that the tickets for Cactus Con didn't go on sale for another few hours.

~

*AND WE'RE BACK. HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT COS I DID. apologies to the pure ones but y'know, gotta give the people (myself) what they want. ONWARDS WITH THE EPISODE!*

This was shaping up to be a great day and not only that, but it promised to be quite an eventful one too. Ray and (y/n) rolled out of bed eventually, feeling pretty satisfied with their "alone time" for now and after clumsy getting dressed in between a few breaks to make out and just...talk, they waltzed into the main room of the Man Cave. 

That was where they found that Charlotte and Henry, being the diligent workers they were, had already clocked in for that bright, sunny Saturday morning, probably because the early bird always catches tickets for Cactus Con.

A reminder about the countdown to the release of the tickets for such a prestigious event was enough to make the couple gasp and excitedly shuffle to the couch where the teens had already sat down. Their phones were at the ready and constantly refreshing the page to see if it was time to start scrambling for five tickets to the event, one for everyone who wanted to go, which included Ray and (y/n), who had been planning to book the afternoon off so they could enjoy some quality time together as fiancé and fiancée.

Y'know, dates as Captain Man and Md were nice but sometimes, it was better to wear a cute dress to make him drool rather than a uniform and to just take in sights and surroundings without being papped or hounded by crazy fans. A nice, relaxing afternoon looking at cacti sounded great, so with suspiciously large grins on their faces, they too sat at the couch-table and got their phones out.

"Come on, doofus! Come on, come on, come!"

"I'm coming, sweet girl, slow down. You're so bouncy today..."

Henry and Charlotte didn't want to know why they seemed so happy, neither did they want to know why Ray looked so smug or why (y/n) seemed to walk with a little discomfort, so they just left it - too repulsed by the possible explanations to want to know more. 

But anyway, their arrival was good because now, they had two more people working tirelessly to beat the online queues and waiting rooms for the first batch. Of course, Henry's super-fast reflexes were a great asset to them and no one family or team on Earth had someone who could move as fast as him but they needed all the help they could get, really.

Tickets for Cactus Con were few and far between, that's why the organisers had to shove people into virtual waiting rooms so their servers didn't crash. And that led to a lot of tapping from the four at the table, who were refreshing and refreshing and refreshing like their lives depended on it because it kinda did. If Piper's friends didn't turn up to see her be queen for a day and if Ray didn't get one date with his sweet girl where they could just be normal people then there'd be hell to pay. 

And that's how Jasper found them; Ray had (y/n) practically sitting on his lap as they stared at their screens and kept tapping so the devices wouldn't go to sleep or they wouldn't be kicked out of the queue. God, that would be a disaster. Sure, it was a sacrifice to go without kisses for an hour or so in favour of securing their place but it was worth it, boy, was it worth it. 

Their shoulders were rubbing anyway and now and again, the heroine could glance across to see how damn hot he looked in that purple sweater of his and his hair, give her strength. It had that little floppy bit dangling down from the rest of his slicked-back mane and had her hands not been preoccupied she would've brushed it back with her finger, only to watch it fall out again. He looked good, so good that she almost wanted to screw the convention and sit on his lap or even drag him back to bed. She couldn't though, not when she owed so much to Piper and Charlotte for the day.

"Happy Fajita Friday, people!" The dorky boy yelled as he appeared from the elevator holding an on aval, cast iron griddle pan full of sizzling vegetables and tender chicken strips. The smell wafted around the room instantly as he took in the sight of his friends doing something and Schwoz hovering around the room. 

He had no idea what any of them were doing but he did know that the day was Friday and as such, he had some hot, Tex-Mex snacks to hand out that he'd fried especially. The problem was, though, that none of them looked particularly eager to start eating, rather, they seemed preoccupied with whatever was on their phones, which was peculiar.

"Ooh!" Still, at least Schwoz looked ready to eat as he ditched the cloth he'd been using for something that was no doubt sciency and smart, and instead, he reached for the right tortilla wraps he'd need for a fajita.

"It's not Friday, it's Saturday!" Henry shouted back, his eyes never leaving his phone as his finger become a blur that jackhammered into his screen. Everyone else just had to be slow and boring, but not him. Kid Danger didn't slow for anyone, not even Jasper, who couldn't believe that he'd gotten the day wrong.

"Well, that would explain why I was the only one at school today," The boy pondered as his skillet continued to fry the fajita filling just from how hot the iron was. Yeah, you'd think that being the only one sitting in class would've given him a hint, especially when the only adult who turned up was a janitor and not the teacher.

"Silence, boy! We're trying to buy tickets to Cactus Con!" Ray snapped as the vague buzz of Jasper talking to himself distracted him from his efforts to secure those precious tickets. His sharp tone earned him a half-serious glare from his sweet girl, who nudged his knee with her own when she heard how rude he was to poor Curly. 

"Be nice, Raymond!" She told him firmly and Ray gave her an apologetic pout before returning to work. That morning had been bliss so far and over the next couple of days, before Cactus Con started, he wanted to stay in her good books so nothing would get in the way of them enjoying their date amongst the cacti. It would be the highlight of his entire weekend.

"But they don't go on sale until Saturday."

"Think it through..." Charlotte stated dryly as she kept tapping and Jasper failed to connect the dots. Even though he'd been told that it was Saturday and not Friday, he still couldn't get his brain used to the change and so, he lacked the urgency of the others despite having the same rampant desire to attend as the others.

"Oh! Today's Saturday! I gotta buy tickets!" After a few seconds of intense concentration, Jasper's brain finally fell into place and his face paled when he realised how much time he'd wasted. Some people had stayed up all night so they'd be the first to get theirs and so, he wasted no time in dropping the pan of chicken and vegetables on the floor and scooting across the room to lean over the back of the sofa. 

It was a shame, Schwoz hadn't even managed to fill one wrap before the food made a terrible mess on the floor, one that (y/n) would no doubt have to clean up before leaving with Charlotte later. Damn, getting to eat beforehand would've been nice.

"Anyone get tickets yet?" He asked as he nudged into the gap between Henry and Charlotte and whipped out his phone. They refused to look at him, the risk of clicking the wrong thing or being too slow was too big a risk when they were so close to their prize.

"No!"

"Nah..."

"Not yet, Curly."

"Can't you see me tapping?" Came the frustrated replies of his friends as they battled on, jumping from waiting room to waiting room as the number of tickets dwindled. They'd been at it for so long, Ray, who was known for not being a patient man, was starting to get twitchy from having a beauty next to him and being able to even hand one hand on her for what felt like forever.

"I don't even understand why everyone loves this Cactus Convention so much, " Schwoz stated as he cherry-picked the best of the ruined fajita filling from the floor. Just because it was now dirty and a bit cold didn't mean he couldn't rifle through the pan to see what he could salvage and make into a tasty snack.

"What? Tap mine and (y/n)'s phones for us, will ya? Thanks, little buddy!" Ray gave his handyman a disbelieving look as he plucked the cell from his girl's fingers and shoved it and his own over to Henry, who didn't want to work on three phones at once but suddenly, he had no choice. 

It sure was a good thing that his fingers were like lightning because Ray had ruffled his hair and was already up and dragging (y/n) with him, intent on both giving Schwoz the moron a lesson and taking a quick break with his sweet girl so he could kiss her before he keeled over.

"Doofus!" (y/n) gasped as his warm hand engulfed hers and pulled her away from the couch, which was nice because her eyes definitely needed a break from all of the text and loading screens but still, it was unexpected too.

"Cactus Con is Swellview's best convention! It's better than Wallet Con, Squirrel Con and Chaka Con," Ray "educated" Schwoz as he and (y/n) came to stand in front of him and almost immediately, the woman had pulled his arms around her body and she was snuggling against him in a side hug, one that felt so perfect after missing his warmth since they untangled themselves a few hours prior.

"Don't forget Genghis Con," (y/n) added, knowing all about that convention and how it had nothing on the one for cacti. That one was way too murderish for a date, unlike this one, which was gonna perfect, she just knew it. Despite his serious, authoritative tone, Ray couldn't help but feel a smile crack on his face as his girl's tiny form pressed into his and in a moment of unapologetic softness, he broke his façade to gently kiss the top of her head.

"You can tap one more, right?"

"Uh--" Charlotte smiled brightly at Henry as she made the split decision to join Ray on his quest to educate Schwoz on the proper way to view Cactus Con, but that would mean that Henry would have to take on another phone and he was already pushing it with three.

"Thanks, champ," he whimpered as he was left with Jasper, nearly all of the responsibility to secure tickets being placed on him. What had he done to deserve such torture?

"And there's great food there too like cactus milk, cactus tacos, cactus jerky!" Charlotte listed all of the amazing delicacies that would be on offer in a couple of days and the couple next to her could practically feel their tummies rumbling as they dreamed about what food they'd be swapping when they were on their date. They couldn't stop imagining it, not when they were bouncing off the walls for a spot of free time together where they weren't hunting bad guys or confined to their bedroom. 

"Ugh! That all sounds disgusting!" Schwoz grimaced and screwed up his nose. Jeez, they were so weird, they didn't eat anything like that in his homeland and even though he hadn't tried any of the cactus products, he instantly decided he was a hater. Oh, the irony of the situation he was in right now.

"Says the guy who's eating fajitas off the floor," (y/n) replied sarcastically as she watched him fill a few tortillas from the mess that was all over her lovely clean floor. To be fair, Jasper was a great cook and she'd be a liar if she said she didn't want one, but surely, he had to recognise the hypocrisy here. The floors were spotless but they weren't that spotless, no matter how delicious the food smelled.

"You want one?" Ooh, Schwoz knew how to tempt a woman and not even (y/n), who stood on the moral high ground and everything, was able to turn down the offer as he held out a pre-filled fajita.

"Of course. I'm starving," she quickly nodded and accepted the tasty morsel as Ray shrugged and decided that if she was having one, he would too. To hell, if they'd been on the floor, most of it came from the pan anyway and it's not like they could get sick anyway. Even Charlotte was taking the risk as she nonchalantly accepted the next wrap, and you'd think she'd repulse the idea of eating so sloppily.

"I'll take a floorjita."

"And my sister's the Cactus Queen this year," Henry mentioned from across the room as Ray received his fajita too, taking a brief moment before eating to wipe the smudge of sauce from the corner of his sweet girl's mouth. Her ensuing blush was so cute, that it took all of his strength to focus on his food and not her honeyed lips as Henry's tap-tap-tap rhythm never ceased.

"Yeah, and I designed Piper's dress with my friend, Patina. (y/n)'s been helping us sew it together too, so..." Charlotte added as she devoured her fajita, not particularly bothered about what she'd just said because it was common knowledge amongst most people.

"I never thought my granny's endless lessons on needlepoint would become so useful," (y/n) grinned as she swallowed some chicken, thinking back to those tedious lessons where all she thought she knew was how to stab herself in the thumb a million times. But, miraculously, a lot had actually sunk into that big brain of hers, more than she ever realised, so most of her recent afternoons had been devoted to a sewing machine or hand-stitching ribbons, buttons and embellishments to perfectly straight seams.

"Wait, the pretty Patina, the prettier Patina or the prettiest Patina?" Jasper asked as he focused on one key detail in Charlotte's information, ignoring whatever (y/n) had to say about how she became fairly decent at darning socks and creating dresses. This was highly important, he needed to know the specifics here because whilst the first two girls were nice, the prettiest Patina was just straight-out lovely--the girl he swore was the (y/n) to his Ray.

"Uh, Patina Elle?" Charlotte said with her mouth full, and her and (y/n)'s eyebrows pulled together when his face lit up. 

"The prettiest Patina?" Oh dear god, how had they not told him that they knew and were currently working with the most gorgeous girl in school? The one he'd been crushing on for ages now but hadn't worked up the courage to ask out because well, she came with one serious drawback that no one liked to mention.

"Hey, can you tap my phone for me?"

"Uh, I'm kinda maxed out--"

"Thanks, sport!" He wasted no time in dumping his phone onto Henry as the others had done, leaving the poor kid to furiously switch between five phones at once. It was hard to split three phones between his dominant hand and two between his left one, but he quickly fell into a rhythm thanks to his superpower, which was honestly his saving grace as Jasper pranced off to go and drool about that girl he liked.

"I love Patina Elle! I love her! Like I love her like Ray loves (y/n)!" Jasper exclaimed as he ran over from the couch, causing (y/n) to smile happily as she learnt about this little crush of his. Well, it was certain that he didn't feel the unyielding, endless, passionate, pure love she and her doofus felt for each other, but it was still so cute to hear him gush about a girl he knew at school. Her little babies, were all so grown-up now, so adorable. 

"Eh, doubt that, son. I've been loving her for nearly twelve years..." Ray shrugged as he calmly ate the last half of his floorjita but on the inside, he too was feeling all fluffy and affectionate. He was pretty sure that whatever the kid was feeling wasn't anywhere close to what existed between him and his sweet girl; he'd just fallen in love with her all those years ago and even though he waited and waited and waited for it to go away when he thought she'd never feel the same way, it was set to still be burning bright when they were old and grey. 

"Everybody loves Patina Elle. She's great."

"Yeah, from what I've seen of her, she's really sweet," (y/n) said as she rubbed her hands to remove the grease left by her annihilated food. Yeah, she hadn't technically met Patina but from the brief words they'd exchanged when discussing how the dress needed to fit Piper, she seemed quite nice.

"Have you, like, actually seen her? Have you been to her house?" Jasper pressed enthusiastically as he drank every drop of information Charlotte gave to him. God, Ray didn't know if he was that...incessant when it came to his lover, but he understood the feeling. Just like now as he leaned in to gently move his lips against (y/n)'s, he never tired of loving her and he never stopped finding new things to love about her, especially when she returned the kiss passionately despite keeping one ear open for the conversation.

"No, her house is totally sealed shut," the girl replied, causing Jasper to grunt in defeat. That drew the adults' attention and reluctantly, Ray and (y/n) parted with grins on their faces as Schwoz pondered what they meant about her shut-off house - something (y/n) hadn't quite worked out yet either.

"Why? Does she smell bad?" The genius asked in confusion, which earned him a mean glare from Jasper and an understanding look from Charlotte, who wasn't nearly as protective over Patina as he was.

"No, she's got this crazy—"

"Ayyy! Ger-ger-ger-ba-duh! Less yapping, more tapping!" Ray snapped when Henry attempted to contribute one line to the conversation, only for his boss to storm over from his girl's side and yell with his mouth full. Jeez, he could talk and tap at the same time, didn't have more icky kissing to do instead of picking on him?

"What? Dude, I'm literally tapping faster than any other human can tap right now," the teen argued as the five screens in front of him continued to flicker from page to page. Even with the heavy workload, he was still beating a lot of people and getting closer and closer to handing over the money, not that Ray appreciated that.

"You can yap faster than a human can too!"

"Dude, just go back to (y/n)! You've obviously spent too much time on your phone instead of being gross with her..." Henry smirked as he used his boss' infinite need for (y/n) kisses to his advantage. It was no secret that he got crabby from withdrawal symptoms when he had to unnecessarily starve himself of her affection. 

"Will someone please tell me what Henry was about to say?" The man spun around to face his other employees again as his sidekick caught him out, making (y/n) giggle at how his ears turned slightly red.

"Patina has this really rare allergy."

"What's she allergic to?" Schwoz asked as Charlotte elaborated. It was the scientist inside of him that couldn't help but ask and he assumed that it would be something typical like a food allergy or perhaps a hair allergy, maybe even a chemical allergy. However, the modern youth are never that simple these days.

"Air." Right, okay, fair enough...was that even a thing? How could a human, whose species had evolved over thousands of years to survive the Ice Age, vicious predators, droughts, floods, earthquakes and disease, plus develop the greatest intelligence amongst all living things, be allergic to something so basic? 

(y/n) couldn't believe it, she knew the girl had something wrong when she had to talk to her through a screen but this was just puny.

"Haha, good one!" Ray chuckled as he took their short answer to be a joke and after finding it funny for a few minutes, went back to affectionately pressing kisses to his fiancée's temple and cheek. Air, so funny, he had to hand it to the kids, that was perfectly executed.

"You mean like hay fever?" (y/n) questioned, trying not to melt under the advances of her doofus as she looked at the teens. Lots of people in the world suffered from the hellish condition of being allergic to the slightest bit of pollen, so perhaps that was it. Maybe her poor nose couldn't take any offending dust particles so she had to stay in her house, which sounded extreme but it was the only scenario she could think of.

"She's allergic to unfiltered air, so she can't go to school in person." Jasper clarified, stunning the adults because sweet cheese, that was crazy. The poor girl must have had a miserable existence if she was in quarantine all day, every day and no one could picture having her life; no real friends, no proper human interaction, no chance to meet cute boys or have slumber parties.

"Yeah, see, look!"

"She has a nurse who pushes around a video monitor that shows a livestream of Patina from her sealed-up house!" The boy went on as Charlotte brought over her PearPad to show Schwoz and the couple the screen of Patina smiling to her class and the grumpy nurse who gave her the best view of the world possible. (y/n) understood why she'd met with the girl in such an odd way but she'd never questioned it before because she always had work to do. 

"I swear, I do not understand your generation," Ray muttered and took another bite from his fajita. He was so glad he'd grown up in the eighties and not now because teens were so weird these days. He wouldn't have met his sweet girl at a cafe, they'd have met online, they wouldn't have face-to-face conversations, all they'd do is text LOL, they'd have dated online and they'd find a way to have a virtual wedding.

"The monitor thing was a little weird at first--"

"I got tickets to Cactus Con!" Henry announced happily as Charlotte thought about how strange it was to be friends with someone when all she knew was what her face looked like in pixels. But Patina's charm had won everyone over in the end and now, she had lots of friends, just like how Henry had won over all of his when his speedy fingers got them into the best convention that came to town.

"Yeah!"

"Going to Cactus Con!"

"Nice one, Hen!"

"Up top!" Came the congratulations of his friends as they celebrated the news. This was perfect; only a few people would be blessed with permission to enter that great convention and they were some of those lucky few. They cheered, they clapped, they yelled from the excitement and after Henry completed a double high-five with Ray, he just had to get all of that trembling adrenaline out of his system by doing a backflip. Y'know, 'cause that's nice and normal.

"WHAT?!" Ray's eyes bugged out of his head as his sidekick did a full rotation before his eyes like it was nothing - just tuck, takeoff and land. He made it look so easy and whilst it was nothing to the others, he couldn't believe that it had just happened. Since when could he do that? "Holy crud, did you just do a backflip?!"

"Yeah," Henry stated calmly, causing his boss to falter when he saw how nonchalant he and his other friends were being. Come on, that was a feat of gymnastic excellence, it's not every day you see one done so flippantly, but despite his enthusiastic smile, no one else got the hype. They could all do one thanks to a DVD tutorial, a lot of practice and a hellishly boring afternoon, what was the big deal?

"Is no one else impressed by Henry's ability to do a backflip?" Ray asked, looking from Jasper to his sweet girl, but he didn't get much of a response. Sure, it was kinda cool when they thought about it, but being able to do one was just second nature at this point, hardly worth a round of applause. All it was was aerodynamics and physics, nothing overly complicated like he was making it out to be.

"It's just a backflip." "He only did one." "Everybody can do a backflip, doofus. It's easy-peasy, squeeze the lemon," (y/n) teased him, shrugging her shoulders since they were superheroes and acts of impressive flexibility were what they did. Perhaps she wasn't going to be competing in the Olympics any time soon but underneath that soft, sweet exterior, there lay a dark horse, which could do a backflip any time, any day.

"I don't believe you, sweet girl. Come on, if anyone's gonna know if you can do a backflip, it's me--" Ray scoffed, believing that she had to be tugging his leg since that was not possible except for athletes on TV and she'd been in a mischievous mood all day. 

It was a joke, right? He knew everything about her; what she liked, what she didn't like, her favourite movie, food, dress, season, colour; he knew that she hated sleeping on the right side of the bed, it had to be the left; he knew that she could name every chemical element and do up to the sixteenth times' tables like it was nothing but she couldn't cook a steak to save her life, neither could she stand on a stage without stage fright. He knew everything there was to know, right?

Well, he thought he did. Before his very eyes, Ray Manchester felt his jaw drop to the floor when his darling, precious, sweet girl stepped forward with a knowing smirk on her face, threw her arms behind her back, jumped, turned three hundred and sixty degrees in the air and landed back on the Man Cave floor with perfect execution.

Probably not the best idea in a skirt but oh well, she was going fast anyway. But for Ray, it didn't matter because he'd just been given a damn step-by-step guide as she twisted through the air, brushing the hair out of her eyes at the end to see that dumbstruck expression on his face. Her hotness had gone through the roof as he stood there in awe of her majesty and prowess.

"Is this real life?!" he exclaimed as she giggled and cutely stuck her tongue out as his hands gently brushed down her arms like he was touching a goddess and it was only when Jasper and Charlotte decided to show off too that his eyes were peeled away from her steadily rising and falling chest and playful eyes.

"Wait, wait, no, no, no..." the man stammered as they stood two metres apart and prepared to launch themselves. As much as he found Jasper annoying he didn't want the kid to hurt himself, the same went for Charlotte.

"Are you seeing this?!" Saying that, though, neither of them failed. Rather, Ray was once again left gobsmacked when they each landed to the move perfect and straightened out of bored faces and not so much as a sweat. He grinned at (y/n) to see if she was as impressed as him but she was smiling because of his adorable reaction, not because she was wowed.

Neither was anyone wowed when Schwoz, last but not least, stepped up to the plate and just like his friends had done before him, he sprung back like it was easy. Ray couldn't believe it when he ended with a classy flourish that would befit a circus performer, perhaps even put them to shame.

"Can you not do one, dude?"

"Hm?"

"Can you not do one, dude?" Ray feigned ignorance when Henry asked him the question because, in all honesty, he couldn't. Come on, he was a fucking huge, hefty, six-foot lump of muscle and those don't do backflips easily. It was also kinda embarrassing to admit that he couldn't when everyone else could because after all, he was Captain Man, if he could keep up with his sidekicks and three regular citizens, what was he good for?

"Pffft! 'Course, I can!" He lied, causing the woman standing next to him to raise her eyebrows and place her hands on her hips. She knew that scoff, that little puff of air that left his lips when he was bullshitting about something because he was trying to look good. 

"Raymond, I've known you for ages but not once have I seen—-mmm!" (y/n) was cut off as Ray abruptly cut off her sentence, which would've exposed him, by seizing her hips and pulling her into an impromptu kiss, swallowing the truth before it made it past those honey lips. It was a shock judging by how her eyes stayed wide for the first five seconds and how she hummed a gasp, but then she melted and forgot all about her argument in a way that was wholly normal for Schwoz and the teens to witness.

"Okay..." Henry muttered and they left it at that since Ray clearly wasn't in the mood to talk as his arms wrapped around the heroine's body and kept her close, meaning he could keep kissing and kissing and kissing her as Charlotte checked the time. Right, well, as much as she hated to break up their little lovefest and start one of Ray's sulking sessions.

"(y/n), we should probably get to Henry's house for Piper's fitting. Once you've done eating Ray's face, that is," she teased her friend as she retrieved her phone from the table and headed for the elevator, expecting the woman to pull away with a pouting yet understanding expression.

"One more minute, Char..." (y/n) muttered as she pulled back from Ray's lips on the thought that yes, they had stuff to do today, but when her doofus dived back into to chase the sugar rush again, she couldn't help but want to carry on for a little longer. One minute, it didn't sound like a lot but she'd take it over being dragged away prematurely, not that any force on Earth could prise Ray from her hips. 

"Is Patina gonna be there?" Jasper asked excitedly, causing (y/n) to smile even harder into the kiss as she heard that exciting note in his voice. Yeah, he was crushing hard; when she'd first started having questionable feelings for her boss, Schwoz often pointed out that she always talked about Ray like an energetic meerkat—upright, alert and able to go on for hours. The next stage was sighing at the mere thought of the other, followed by having sparkling eyes whenever you talk about them in a soft, enamoured voice.

"Yeah."

"Can I come?" Then came the need to follow wherever they went. It sounded a bit stalky and creepy that he had to be there when Patina was, but it was done with the best intentions. Hopefully, she would see it as he did, but also, hopefully, she wouldn't write it off as an unusually strong friendship as he'd done. Yeah, he'd never live that one down; all girls turn down dates to snuggle with their best friend on the couch, that's how the real world works.

"You won't even know that I'm there, I'll be totally quiet. Watch!" Jasper said excitedly and bit his lip just to prove that if he was gonna be an extra guest in the house, he wasn't gonna be a bother. But he didn't exactly help his case, not when he couldn't contain the hyper butterflies in his tummy and started squealing and bouncing up and down.

"If it's cool with Henry—"

"Yeah!" Oh, Charlotte had made his day by just saying those few words and when Jasper looked to Henry for confirmation and the boy gave him a shrug and a "sure" in return, those feelings tripled. Okay, he couldn't mess this one up, this was his first chance to impress his crush and he internally wanted himself not to be weird from the moment her monitor was wheeled through the door.

"(y/n/n), you coming?" Henry called out to his friend as she pulled away from Ray with a warm smile and a soft pat on his cheek before looking over her shoulder. The minute was up and she hadn't even gotten anything ready for the brief trip to the kid's house, which was a bit annoying but neither she nor Ray was complaining about extending the kiss. 

"Uh, yeah, you go on ahead, I'll be right behind. Just need to grab a jacket and my sewing box," the woman told the kids as they piled into the elevator and hit the button. She'd make up the head start they'd have on her and it's not like they could start sewing if she didn't bring the supplies so, they didn't mind disappearing to Junk-N-Stuff as she dashed to the back of the room so the dusty, old box that her granny had left to her.

"I'm gonna go eat my fajita in the shower!" Schwoz smiled to himself as he waddled to the secret door, eyes on his culinary prize. Yeah, no one even batted an eyelid at that because let's face it, he was a guy who regularly showered with pigs, eating in there wasn't weird in comparison. 

But one thing did strike (y/n) as odd whilst she pottered about the edge of the room, hooking one hand through the box's handle and picking up the random denim jacket she'd slung back there a few days ago. Was it just her or had Ray suddenly become really...shifty?

"See you later..." he murmured to Schwoz as he left the couple alone. The only sound in the room was the constant buzzing of all the machinery and computers and then (y/n) as she went about her business, checking that she'd put her needles, thread and thimble back in the box after stitching a sash in the middle of the week. Right, she couldn't forget that either, but when she turned around to tuck the material away and shrug on her jacket, she came across a peculiar sight.

"Um, doofus...what are you doing?" She asked as she stopped slinging the denim around her shoulders at the sight of him stretching? And upon being caught, he then played it off like he'd not been doing it in the first place, which was extra weird. 

"Nothing, sweet girl..." he told her as his hands grasped the rough, faded collar of her jacket and held it out for her to slip her arms into—a move that was so suave and chivalrous that she almost forgot what they were doing when her heart swooned. Almost. 

He brushed her hair free from the confines of the collar and pressed a kiss to the exposed junction of her neck and shoulder. However, she wanted answers and nothing was gonna stop her from finding them, not his handsome face, not his heartwarming affection, not even his stupidly hot purple sweater.

"You're a terrible liar, Raymond," (y/n) whispered and turned in his arms, wrapping hers around his neck as his eyes scanned her pretty features but never met her eyes. How could he explain that he wanted to attempt what he thought was impossible now that everyone was gone?

"You look so pretty today, baby. Do you have to go? We could reenact this morning if you want..." Ray dragged them off-topic as his focus stayed mostly on her scarlet-painted lips and how her tongue darted out to wet them at the mention of the morning part two. That was tempting but she could never do that to her friends. Charlotte, Piper and Patina needed her and she'd be damned if she missed seeing Henry act as Jasper's wingman in his attempts to woo his crush.

"Sounds wonderful, sweetheart but you know I have to go and finish this dress...and from the looks of things, you have to try and prove you can do a backflip," her tongue-in-cheek teasing caused the man to flush bright red as she made the quick connection in her head after pondering about it for a moment. Of course, exercise, stretching, being alone, he still couldn't let it go because they both knew that he couldn't do one, not that there was anything wrong with that.

"Is it really that obvious?" Ray muttered and hung his head in shame, only for his lover to bring his eyes back to hers with a finger under his chin.

"Yeah, kinda. I know you too well, doofus. So well that I know you won't stop until you do one properly, so I promise I won't laugh if you fall on your butt," (y/n) told him gently after cupping his cheeks gently and pressing a kiss to one of them. She'd never laugh at him, not cruelly anyway, he was her beloved doofus and if he wanted to try and land a backflip then she wouldn't judge.

"I love you, darlin'," Ray grinned as he dipped his head to press their lips together one last time before separating from her and moving into some space. He could do this, he had the sweetest, kindest, the most understanding girl he'd ever met as his audience and perhaps if he did it right, she'd be so impressed that his reward would be more than a peck on the cheek.

"I love you too, sweetheart. Now, go on, I'm sure I've got time to see one attempt," she grinned at him kindly and perched herself on the edge of the table with her box bumping against her knees so she had a front-row seat to the show.

"Okay—I-I got this. I can do a backflip...Okay—" Ray muttered to himself as he did a few more stretches that definitely weren't for the benefit of the fine filly admiring his ass and strong back as his muscles rippled beneath his shirt. Okay, he couldn't draft this out any longer, sometimes you just have to go for it and hope for the best, so he did. But it wasn't exactly the best.

(y/n)'s eyes widened and then squinted with a grimace as he jumped and pushed his weight back in a decent takeoff but then he failed to pull his knees to his chest to rotate his body, so he just harshly fell back onto the hard tiles beneath him. Her face contorted in horror as his head and neck took the brunt of the landing and caused his back to crack viciously as he also twisted his shoulder, resulting in a cry of pain breaching his lips. Thank god for his indestructibility.

"Oh god, doofus, are you all—" (y/n) gasped and hurried over to his side as he writhed in pain, her heart lurching at how he seemed to be hurting all over, but she never got to finish her sentence as, to her shock, the elevator door opened, revealing that Henry hadn't gone home just yet. Had she taken too long or was there another reason for his presence?

"Hey, I forgot my backpack..." Henry announced as he stepped into the room and reached for the bag he'd clumsily left next to the elevator and then forgotten, but then he caught sight of the odd couple in the centre of the room. 

He didn't want to ask why Ray was floundering on the floor like a fish out of water with (y/n) crouched next to him, neither did he want to ask what had been keeping her so long but he felt compelled to ask anyway, even if there was an ick factor.

"(y/n), is he okay?" He asked the woman as her eyes darted around the room and her tongue ran over the inside of her mouth in an attempt to not fidget nervously. Spoiler alert; it wasn't fooling him. No matter how innocent she tried to play it, Henry wasn't gonna buy that nothing was wrong because her puppy eyes didn't work on him. They only ever worked on Ray Manchester.

"Uh, yeah, yes, fine. Everything is fine, perfectly normal, in fact. That is a lovely backpack—" (y/n) stammered as he stared her down and analysed what the scene looked like. Judging by how she was avoiding the question and failing miserably, she was trying to protect Ray, who hadn't just tripped and fallen since he moaned in agony until the pain went away.

"Did you just try to do a backflip?" he asked with a smug smirk growing on his face. It all made sense in his mind when he viewed the pair and then did some deeper thinking. He should've known that his boss couldn't let it go, he was famous for never letting anything go, which spawned both his fathomless loyalty and his knack for holding twenty-year grudges.

"No, no! I was—was just on the floor to...closer to these yummy floorjitas!"

"Oh, dear lord..." (y/n) facepalmed when her dumb doofus couldn't face the truth. Surely, it would've been better to admit that he'd failed at doing a backflip and had nearly slipped a disk doing so, rather than sliding on his belly to get to the cold, sloppy mess of the fajita mix that Jasper had dropped.

"So good, so good..." He told the boy as (y/n) screwed her nose up at the deplorable sight and Henry shucked on his backpack with a similar look of disgust. If he told himself over and over again that t tasted nice, maybe it would start to change flavour, y'know, a bit of reverse psychology, but not even Freud could stomp out the shame he felt when his sweet girl shuffled back a bit at how he'd gone a step too far.

"Okay. Good. 'Cause that would've been embarrassing!" Henry chuckled as he felt for the elevator button. Ray still hadn't budged from the mess on the floor and he wondered if he actually liked eating them. Nah, not even Ray was that weird, Schwoz maybe but not Ray. He was a mostly functioning human being who was set to get married and have a happy life. God help any children those two may have.

"I know right!" "Yeah, would've lost all respect for you! You comin', (y/n/n)?" Henry grinned as Ray reluctantly pulled another lump of chicken and a few strings of vegetables into his mouth and pretended that it was equal to a five-star banquet.

"Uh, yeah, hold the door," (y/n) replied and Henry did as she asked as she bid her dumb, gallant doofus farewell.  

"I'll see you later, sweetheart. There's my homemade cookies in the kitchen but if you're gonna eat them, please use a plate and not the floor," she teased and dropped a kiss on his forehead as his face flushed bright red. Could this be any more humiliating?

He'd land a backflip. He'd do it for her. He'd practice all afternoon if he had to. And he'd reap whatever rewards she gave him.

~Henry's house~

How do people sew for a living? 

Now, (y/n) couldn't exactly talk because she was a secret superhero and that came with its danger and even if she had opted for the quiet life, mechanical engineers don't have it easy either. She'd lost count of how many times she'd nicked herself with a rogue screwdriver or burnt her fingers when soldering or even getting molten solder onto her legs—all of which was before the whole super-regeneration thing.

Her chosen professions both came with their occupational hazards but dear lord, seamstresses had it rough. It seemed like such a cosy job; quiet nights by the fire where hard work and tranquillity were patch-worked into one as the rain came down in ribbons outside and a kitty named Buttons snoozed in the dying light of the embers. Everything would come together in the end as if it had been woven by fate itself and then after weaving another commission with another customer, it would be onto the next creation. If only it was that idyllic.

A few weeks of working on this design and she knew that all of that was complete crap. Sure, there were a few moments where she could sit and natter with Ray or her friends or marvel over the pretty fabric and feel like an elegant lady doing something so quaint and delicate. But then she'd stab her finger and swear like a sailor as the droplet of blood that beaded on her fingertip instantly vanished again. It was a temporary pain but it sure did hurt like a bitch. 

Then came the long, bleary nights where she'd stay awake long after Ray had fallen asleep, his nose pushed against her hip and his arms slung over her legs as she stayed sat upright to complete the intimate stitching on the bodice. 

Deadlines were deadlines, so it had taken a lot of coffee and the looming fear of letting everyone down to push her to keep sewing and keep sewing and keep sewing until it took the next sting of the needle to jolt her awake again. The lack of quality sleep full of snuggling made them both grouchy and whilst this had been fun, she was looking forward to never volunteering to be the seamstress again.

But for now, the most relief she got was when she and Charlotte took a step back to admire their masterpiece and she had to admit that she was proud. The girl's design had been beautiful and thanks to her, the dress had come together beautifully. What had started as mere graphite swirls on a sketch pad was now a fitted bodice and a matching jacket that covered her arms and shoulders slightly, made from a cactus green material speckled with pink flowers and cording. 

Stitched onto the back of that was a fan of tropical leaves that gave the dress a bit more majestic height before you got the full sweep of the dramatic skirt—reams and reams of rich, green fabrics sewn together to give the girl a stunning figure and an air of elegance that befitted a queen. 

And that was all without her hair and makeup done or the crown and staff that the organisers had made for her, plus the sash that (y/n) had brought along after finalising the beading that proclaimed her that year's monarch.

"Don't sit there," Piper warned her brother as he went to sit on the couch. It wasn't a command or anything, it was a genuine warning as she looked up from buttoning her jacket and whatever adjustments Charlotte and (y/n) were doing to her hair and dress before Patina arrived. She'd worked on it too, of course, although (y/n) silently wondered what she had contributed at all apart from a few dictatorial instructions about how everything should look or be put together. How much work could someone do when they couldn't leave their house?

"My house too, Piper," Henry replied in that tone that all rival siblings have when addressing each other. The teen had long learnt that he didn't have to put up with his bossy sister's shit just because she was scary, most of her ferocity had mellowed over the years and now she was more bite than bark. Ergo, if he wanted to sit on the couch then he was gonna because she needed to remember that she wasn't the damn queen yet.

"I sits where I wants," he declared and perched himself on the cushion, only that wasn't the only thing he sat on. Instantly, he squeaked as something pointy dug into his butt and his eyes watered at how it was like a million needles pricking his ass at once...because it was. Cactus needles to be specific.

"Well, you should look before you sits, Hen. We left the cactus needles for Piper's dress there," (y/n) told him with little to no sympathy as he grimaced through the pain. He'd been warned and he'd ignored it, resulting in a rather painful problem that she wasn't gonna yank out, not when she still had so many final details to perfect.

"I feel that now..." the boy groaned huskily but Piper had one more surprise for him. "Also, I'm gonna need those needles back," she told him, adding insult to injury as he stood up with pain thick in his throat and began plucking the needles from his butt one by one. He'd be there for a while since he was covered in them and each had a very important place on the dress apparently, so he better stop whinging, especially before Patina arrived. Let's just say, Jasper was feeling a bit nervous.

"Jasper, what are you spraying?" Charlotte spluttered as her odd friend squirted a thick, sickly smelling aerosol in their directions, causing her, Piper, (y/n) and Henry to choke a little. God, it was probably a nice smell if its sweetness was anything to go by but not when they could taste it from how much was in the air. Had he smelt something bad? Why the incessant need to make them all choke?

"Oh, air freshener! Cashmere-plum! I want it to smell nice for Patina," he replied as he sprayed the area near the stairs and then realised that he might smell bad too. He decided that there was no harm in his mouth smelling like his grandmother's car and he went ahead with squirting the stuff in his mouth. All that effort for a girl that wasn't gonna be in the room. 

Not even Ray had been that desperate to win (y/n)'s affections, although he did once drive fifty miles to pick her up from the airport because he hated the thought of her taking public transport after an already tedious journey to a family reunion. They always went to those together now.

"Who cares how it smells? Patina's allergic to unfiltered air so she won't even be here in person." 

"Yeah, she's just gonna be on that video monitor that her nurse pushes around," Piper and Henry noted as he continued to use the air freshener until the can was half-empty. He couldn't be too careful, he wanted to impress this girl so bad and nothing or no one was gonna stop him from making the environment perfect for her monitor.

"Well, what if she asked her nurse what the room smells like, hmm? What then? What then?!" Jasper asked impatiently with yet another squirt on the end just for good measure and his friends sighed tiredly. They understood his need for this to go well since he wasn't exactly a ladies' man; all of his exes had been psychos and those he did like never fancied him back but perhaps this time would be different—if he stopped trying so hard and just let it flow naturally.

"Jasper, calm down and take it from someone who spent ten years crushing on one guy—it's always better if you just be yourself. Don't you think Patina will want to get to know the real you? The funny, cute boy who doesn't normally kill houseplants with air freshener?" (y/n) gave him a gentle smile as she looked away from her work to focus on another problem. He released a deep breath as he absorbed her words, concluding that she was right.

"You're right. You're right, all right? I just need to...chill out," Jasper sighed and calmly sat down on the couch, thinking that whatever happened, whatever was thrown his way and however beautiful Patina looked, it was better if he didn't freak out. He was chill, he was calm, and nothing would break down the fortress of tranquillity that had surrounded his mind because everything was fine and everything was gonna go well. That is until the doorbell rang.

"She's here! Everybody shut up!" The boy jumped up from the couch not a second after he'd settled into the cushions and ordered his friends to button it even though they weren't talking. He didn't know if the nurse and Patina could hear anything from the porch but he didn't want them to think they were all weird, neither did he want them to think that they were stiff. 

"Wait! When I open the door, everybody laugh like I just said something really funny, okay?! All right and funny, funny!" He changed his tune pretty quickly as he zipped to the door and then directed them all to start laughing. Yeah, it would've been better if he went with (y/n)'s advice on being natural because no one's laughter sounded genuine, more forced and strained as he opened the door as suavely as he could to the raucous sound as a backdrop.

"Hey, Patina," "Hi, Jasper!" "Come on in, come on in," and despite all of that effort, he welcomed her in as if it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world with Patina not even noticing the fake laughter as her weird, socially-deficient nurse pulled her monitor into the room. The girl was more bothered about seeing a new place albeit virtually than the people in it or what they were doing but still, he had time to catch her attention.

"I love this house!" She complimented Henry and Piper, who had varying opinions on the compliment as she was wheeled in and absorbed every detail from the whacky knickknacks to the bright decor. If only she could see it in person, her life would be complete. But that was the whole point, right? Her life was miserable because she swelled up whenever she went outside.

"Thanks!" "Okay..."

"Morgan, what does the room smell like?" 

"Smells like cashmere and plum. It's delightful," the nurse responded to the surprising question, which shocked everyone but Jasper, who couldn't believe that he'd played a hunch and gotten it right. Of course, the smell of the room made everything that much better and he'd been certain that Patina would want to know what Henry's house smelt like so she could imagine herself there fully, much to his friends' disbelief. Okay, go, Jasper, sure, he'd been a bit crazy but the air freshener had been a nice touch.

"Does this place have a basement?" Morgan the nurse asked suddenly as Henry gave Jasper an approving nod. That was an odd question to ask but whatever. He was more concerned about getting stuck in with his wingman duties because, and he couldn't believe he was thinking this, it seemed like Jasper was in with a chance here. And he couldn't idly stand by and watch him screw it up.

"Huh? Uh, yeah—" "Uh! I'll find it..." the nurse cut him off ominously and then left Patina's monitor by the fireplace so she could go off in search of the basement. Okay, someone was giving off murderer vibes and everyone watched awkwardly as she disappeared to the door that led to below the house, wondering what she was possibly gonna do down there.

"...You look gorgeous!" Patina gasped at Piper's dress as Jasper pulled her—the monitor—closer to the girls so she could see the amazing work they'd managed to do in such a short amount of time. (y/n) and Charlotte were busy adjusting the sash on the outfit as Piper blushed by they felt pride run through them anyway because it was true—Piper did look lovely.

"Thank you!" Oh, Jasper. It was an honest, understandable error to think that his crush was talking to him as he got close to the screen to drag it across the room but it didn't make it any less awkward. Cute but still very awkward.

"She was talking to me," Piper pointed out dryly, wondering what planet the boy was on as he stared at the floor and wished it would eat him whole. That way Patina wouldn't see his mortified blushes but luckily for him, Charlotte was quick on her feet with a saving diversion.

"Hey, is this how you said you wanted the sash to hang?" Charlotte asked as she and (y/n) held the silk in place over Piper's torso, pinning it to her shoulder so it crossed her body to have the bow at the back. Yeah, the sash was nice but again, (y/n) couldn't help but wonder just how much the other girl had contributed. How else could a sash hang? Not many in her mind, but whatever, she held her tongue just like she held the luxurious material and distracted herself with how pretty her engagement ring was when the diamonds caught the light.

"Yes! You nailed it! Ugh, Piper... I wish I could see you in that dress at Cactus Con in person," Patina sighed as she realised that all of her/their efforts would amount to nothing for her because what was the point in designing a beautiful dress if you'd never see it in the light? She'd never seen people marvel and admired it, she'd never see how Piper glowed it in, and she'd never get to thank Charlotte and Charlotte's grown-up friend for making it real. It was a real shame, such a shame that Jasper couldn't help but wonder if there was a solution to her problem, one that could be twisted into a win-win situation.

"Oooh! Then—-then, do it! Come with me, I'll be your date!" He was straight in there, possibly a little bit too quick for a guy who'd already made an idiot of himself once. To everyone's shock but Patina's endearment, he sank to one knee and held his hands in front of him, clasped together in a plea for her to accept that appeared to be too extra by Henry's standards—and (y/n)'s, if she was honest. God, it had taken her doofus eleven years to get to that stage and there he was doing it after eleven seconds.

"Uh—slow down—too bold—" Henry muttered and spluttered the message by covering it up with a cough, hoping that his best friend would get that he was throwing himself into the deep end, running before he could walk or y'know, setting himself up for sabotage. He needed to secure a good friendship with the girl, hit her with a few cheesy one-liners to make her blush, eat her mom's homemade brownies and tell her she looked beautiful at least twice before he asked her on a date. Well, that's how he would've done it, nice and slow, not rushed and not so...desperate.

"Jasper, I would love to go to Cactus Con with you..."

"—keep going—it's working—" Never mind. The Henry method didn't always work out apparently and in this case, Jasper's approach of throwing caution to the wind and just ripping the bandaid off was well-played, much to everyone's shock. Someone should've told Ray that when he was debating whether he should confess to (y/n) or not but anyway, Henry did not stumble when it came to being a good wingman. When he saw the way Patina melted at the kind offer, he instantly changed his advice, not that things were gonna work out so well.

"But I can't." Well, that was...blunt. It was like a stab to the heart for Jasper as Patina shot him down after sounding so sweet and promising, which was heartbreaking for (y/n) watch as the sad bit of every rom-com she'd ever watched play out in front of her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. If this was a movie then the glorious plot twist of the lovers finding a way to make it work would be right around the corner, but not before someone took a cheap dig.

"Oof, dude, you just got curved hard!" Oh, Piper. She knew how to throw salt into a guy's wounds as he bled out from a broken heart. 

"No! No, no, no, I didn't mean to curve you!" Patina, however, was quick to correct her as she saw Jasper's face drop into disappointment when he realised that he'd built his hopes up for nothing. He thought that a girl like Patina was way out of his league and that even thinking of dating her had been a foolish fantasy. Plot twist coming; his crush didn't see it like that at all. "I just meant, I'd go if I could leave my house but I can't." Well, that was sad.

"Well, what if you could?" Jasper suggested, not knowing where he was going with this but honestly, he was feeling like doing something stupid. It was the crush making him feel that way, that's why people say love makes you do and say stupid things because he had the chance to take Patina Elle on a real-life date and he was gonna find a way to do it even if it had complicated repercussions.

"I don't see how that's possible. I'm allergic to air!"

"...Kid Danger!" Jasper exclaimed suddenly and he grunted and groaned through ten seconds of intense theory, scouring his brain for an idea on how they could get Patina to the convention without killing her in the process. He bit his lip and turned to his friends for help but it turned out that he didn't need it, or when he saw his best friend—his superhero's sidekick—best friend standing there. He knew there had to be a perk to that and now he'd found one, much to (y/n) and Henry's immediate fear and apprehension.

"What?!"

"Oh god..." They blinked the shock away from their faces so that Patina nor Piper would see the colour draining away from them but to the trained eye, such as Charlotte's, it was obvious that they were terrified. The mention of his alias was a dangerous one because Ray's rule number one for his employees was to never, ever reveal his, Miss Danger's or Kid Danger's secret identities. 

They were straying into perilous territory just by saying that name because what if someone made the connection? What if he blabbed something and the truth got out? Ray would kill them and Schwoz would have to whip out the memory-wiper. This was a bad idea.

"What about Kid Danger?"

"He...owes me a favour!" A very bad idea. Jasper didn't want anything to get out of hand but now that he'd dropped the name in front of Patina to capture her delight, it was impossible to take it back, even though he knew that his boss would strangle him if he found out that he was using his, (y/n)'s or Henry's secret influence to make himself look good. How on earth would he, a normal, average kid who never did much, let alone get to know a celebrity on a level like that, score a favour from Kid Danger? It just didn't make sense to anyone who heard it.

"He does?!" Piper asked with a frown. Come on, she was the president of the Man Fans and she'd helped the superheroes out a bunch of times and even she didn't know Captain Man and Co like that.

"Uh, yeah, does he Jasper? 'Cause I don't—I don't—"

"Yeah, he does!! He could, uh, he could protect you!" The teen bellowed over his friend's attempts to get his name out of the picture. Jasper needed Kid Danger right now, the young, cool, popular guy who had the gadgets to fix any situation and even if it made him and (y/n) incredibly uncomfortable, he was gonna risk it. The crush would just be too much to handle if he didn't act on it.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that Kid Danger, whoever he is, can't protect someone from allergies..." (y/n) noted as she and Henry nervously watched and listened, occasionally sharing some worried glances as their palms grew sweaty.

"No! I mean, yes, but I-I just mean that Kid Danger has all kinds of cool gadgets and stuff! R-r-r-r-right, Henry? Right, Henry? (y/n)? (y/n/n)?" He clarified, missing yet another chance to leave the heroes out of it and then, he made it worse by turning to the woman and boy as if they could share the intimate knowledge they had. Why would he do that? Did he want to expose them? (y/n) could swear that her eye twitched and her heart imploded as the room looked at them weirdly, expecting the answers they had.

"Personally, I have no idea what you're going on about, Curly..."

"How would we know that?" The sidekicks replied flatly in an attempt to seem as neutral, unbiased and innocent as possible because Piper and Patina were not allowed to see anything hint that they knew more than they should as regular citizens. Help, someone help, they felt like they were in a goldfish bowl right now, or at the very least in a corner being attacked from all sides by questions that didn't know when to stop. What else was he gonna say to make them squirm?

"Uh, because you're both such big Kid Danger fans! And (y/n), we all know how much you love Captain Man!" Charlotte jumped straight in with a reasonable lie that covered their backs should none start developing deeper into how Henry or (y/n) could have that knowledge.

"Yeah, whatever!" Jasper wasn't fussed about that, though; yeah, (y/n) loved Ray and vice versa, tell him something new. He was more concerned with using his best friend's legendary status to score him a date with the prettiest girl in school. 

"If I could guarantee that Kid Danger could keep you safe, will you come to Cactus Con with me?"

"Guarantee's a strong word..." Henry said to himself in a strained voice so that only (y/n) and Charlotte heard him. They had to jab him in the robs to make sure that no one not on the "need-to-know" list heard him but they understood what he meant. Having all of that responsibility to make sure that Patina didn't have a severe allergic reaction was a big deal and despite his skills, not even Kid Danger could push the air away and protect her from rogue particles. He was a sidekick, not a miracle worker, big difference.

"Oh, Jasper, that would be amazing! But would Kid Danger really do that?"

"Of, course! He loves me!" Jasper reassured her, exaggerating just how deep this fake-but-not-fake relationship went.

"Love's a strong word..."

"HE'LL DO IT!!" Still, his best friend ignored his subtle pleas to think of something else and much to the sidekicks' displeasure, Jasper found himself with a date as Patina gasped and grinned with delight. Oh good, this was gonna be fun.

"Jasper, thank you so much!" Patina smiled warmly at her date, who himself was beaming with pride at how he'd managed to secure an afternoon with her against all odds.

"Uh, this is just great! Great fun for everybody—hey, Jasper, could I talk to you outside on the porch, please?" The blond boy held a tight smile as he approached Jasper in a friendly manner that suggested that nothing was wrong. Right, the porch, the place that witnessed every important private matter that had to be discussed in the Harts' household and (y/n) knew where this going, unlike Jasper.

"Sure!"

"Cool..." the boy muttered as he shoved his friend towards the door, not caring if it seemed a bit harsh because, in effect, Jasper had kinda thrown him under a bus. One look over his shoulder to the woman standby awkwardly with Charlotte and they were out of the door, (y/n) hot on their heels since she was the only Man Cave adult around to referee the ensuing argument. 

"Uh, I'm just gonna go...yeah," she muttered something incoherent as she tiptoed across the room, ignoring whatever was coming from the monitor—something about Patina telling her mom about her perilous trip outside. Yeah, she shouldn't get her hopes up just yet.

"Dude!"

"Bro!" Henry was the first to sigh exasperatedly at Jasper, who then sighed back with that dopey, smitten look on his face and his hand over his heart as they started a battle of who could say the same word for the longest. 

Henry knew that look, he knew it very well—that was the kinda look that Ray used to wear when he was daydreaming about (y/n), watching (y/n) hover around the Man Cave, waiting for (y/n) to come home, wishing (y/n) would fall in love with him, wondering if (y/n) would ever feel the same way, just anything about his future wife before they got together, he used to look so distant and soft until he got that love for real. 

The woman watching the exchange never saw it in her relationship but she sure as hell saw it in Jasper as he fought like a knight battling for a princess' hand. And they just had to be the wicked witch and evil warlock trying to hold him back.

"Dude!"

"Bro!" Great. This could go on for a while as (y/n)'s head flickered back and forth between the boys who just couldn't break out of the cycle. They both had such strong feelings about this and neither wanted to back down, even when it started to get weird.

"Dude!"

"Bro!

"Dude!"

"Bro!"

"Okay, this is getting ridiculous, use your words!" (y/n) exclaimed as they seemingly had a conversation just by saying two things. Finally, another voice of reason might work with hers to cut through whatever this was because they just weren't listening.

"Dude!" "Bro!" "Dude!" "Bro!" "Dude!" "Bro!" "Dude!" "Bro!" 

"They've been doing that for ages. I can't even get through to tell them that I have an idea on how to help Patina," (y/n) said as it just went on and on and on. Charlotte came to stand in between them with her, and the woman couldn't offer her an explanation as they continued to argue with next to nothing being said, the only clue on how they felt being the steadily deepening growls in their throats. Well, they were getting angry at each other and that's when the girls decided that they'd heard enough, well, Charlotte had. This was stupid, so she intervened to the best of her ability.

"You guys!" She snapped and the boys stopped arguing to look at her and (y/n) as they stood there with irritated expressions. At last, a bit of peace to work through this. Shouting wouldn't help, as (y/n) had learnt through numerous screaming matches with Ray, so it was best to just calmly voice their opinions and come to a reasonable compromise, as she demonstrated.

"Use your words..." the woman reiterated and Henry sighed, knowing that she was right. Well, then if he had to behave like a grown-up for this, he'd give Jasper a taste of reality because what he was asking for wasn't fair in his opinion. His job was his life, which sounded a bit sad but he could never endanger the operation Ray had going to keep Swellview safe and his friend's little jaunt with his new girlfriend/date was surely gonna put that in jeopardy.

"(y/n), will you please tell Jasper that he can't volunteer Kid Danger for his personal life?" Oh jeez, it was always fun to be the referee, y'know, the one stuck in the middle with people pulling you on both sides. At least the woman was used to it, after all, she lived with a rather opinionated coconut and a man-child, being a keeper of the peace was just about her third job.

"Will you please tell Henry that I'm in love?" Jasper countered with just as much passion, although (y/n) was fairly sure that what Jasper was feeling wasn't love. Puppy-love maybe but not love-love. Not the love she felt every morning when she woke up next to her future husband or when they looked at possible venues for the wedding. He was a long way off experiencing that kind of addictive, all-consuming, golden, toe-curling feeling where he'd know if he'd found the one or not, but she wouldn't tell him that. Everyone needs to have their heart broken a few times before getting it right.

"Will you please tell Jasper that we don't have anything in the Man Cave that can help Patina?" Henry bit back, thinking the same thing as her when it came to Jasper being in love but again, like a good friend, he held his tongue. No one wanted to be cruel here, but he did want to be realistic and in all of his time in the Man Cave and every time he'd sorted through Ray's junk, he'd never come across anything that looked like it would save a girl from going into anaphylactic shock. But little did he know, there were a few hidden gems knocking about the place.

"Actually, we may have something in the Man Cave that can help Patina..." "(y/n), will you please ask Charlotte what she's talking about?" The boy frowned as he heard the girl's hesitant words. Huh? This was the first he'd heard of this, had Schwoz been inventing again? (y/n) would know what she was going on about, she watched over the Man Cave like a hawk and his frown deepened when she nodded slightly. This was her idea coming into play and she was glad that at least someone knew what she was referring to and that someone paid as much attention to what happened around them as she did.

"She's talking about—" (y/n) was gonna elaborate but then, with perfect timing, Henry's watch started to beep and flash, indicating that someone in the Man Cave wanted to chat. It wasn't an emergency, just a double beep to let him know that his services were needed for something, so as the kid went to flick it open, they were all left in suspense.

"Wazzzzzup?!" It was Schwoz, of course, it was Schwoz. And of course, he was doing that stupid greeting that the boys in the Man Cave couldn't help but do because it was oh-so hilarious. Ever since they'd heard of the old nineties trend, Jasper, Henry, Ray and Schwoz had taken the pleasure of using it whenever they called each other because it was just so funny, not that (y/n) or Charlotte understood the hype. It was twenty years old and a tad immature, perhaps a bit laddish, why did they do it?

"Wazzzzzuppp?!" "Wazzzzzupppp?!" The boys responded with their tongues sticking out and grins curling the corners of their mouths but even still, (y/n) and Charlotte stayed quiet. Hello or hi would suffice for them, but they weren't gonna let them do that. This was a group effort and according to pop culture law, once some said wazzup, everyone else had to do it too.

"Come on, come on, do it do it..." Children. They worked with children. Sighing, the girls repeated the greeting with a lot less enthusiasm than the boys mustered but still, it was good enough. Hardly a formal greeting but if it made them happy, they'd muddle through, especially since they were curious to know what Schwoz could be calling them about. Normally, it was Ray who did the calling if there was an emergency and ever the worrier, (y/n)'s heart lurched when her brain generated a million questions about why he wasn't around. Still, she needed to clarify something and so, she told her nerves to go away because the most probable situation was that Ray was off somewhere doing something dumb to keep himself busy.

"Schwoz, I'm fairly sure we do but have we got a three-ply, airtight, hypoallergenic bubble-suit somewhere in the Man Cave?" (y/n) asked the small man once they'd all calmed down. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she recalled seeing one of those suits tucked away in a box in case they ever needed to enter an environment where there was a dangerous airborne disease or particle around but she wanted to make sure with the genius who didn't necessarily keep a better inventory than she did, but he was the one to ask for reassurance. It was his tech, he'd know, right?

"What size?" Schwoz questioned without even batting an eyelid, "Small." "Oh, yeah, we've got that," he replied easily, knowing that they had a variety of sizes in the Man Cave ranging from Captain Man size to Miss Danger size to Kid Danger size and to his own size. Whatever they needed it for they could borrow it, it's not like he was planning on going into a hazardous area any time soon, not when he already had so many odd jobs to do around the place. Well, then, that was their Patina problem solved, she could walk around in the suit with the air filter on her back and not have to worry about a thing. Apart from popping the thing.

"Well, that was easy," Charlotte noted and (y/n) nodded, feeling much more relieved now that they had a plan of action, but her chest still felt uneasy at the thought of Henry having to hover around the girl all afternoon. As long as she didn't stare and he didn't say much they should've been okay.

"So you'll do it?" Jasper looked at Henry with hope gleaming in his eyes and for a moment, the boy thought. Hard. Like (y/n), he had many reservations about this plan, so much could go wrong and they had so much to lose, but then at the same time, this was Jasper he was dealing with; the kid he'd known since he was tiny, the kid who always had his back no matter what, the kid who had no luck with girls at all but deserved a chance because he was a great guy underneath the weirdness. Could he throw caution to the wind and live dangerously just this once?

"Fine..." "BRO! "Dude!" Yes. Yes, he could do that. It was worth it to see Jasper's ecstatic face when he conceded, even if the ensuing hug made his pancreas and liver feel like they were gonna explode. His friend was happy, that was all that mattered and all they had to do on the day was b extra careful to not let anything go wrong. It would be fine, he'd be a great wingman and then Jasper would owe him a huge favour because he was seriously sticking his neck out here, not that his boss, the guy who was most likely to flip when hearing about this, was in a position to care about the recklessness of their idea right now.

"Hey, you guys wanna see something funny?" Schwoz suggested with a mischievous smirk as Jasper put Henry down after his bone-crushing hug and immediately, (y/n) felt suspicious. He had that look of mischief in his eye and sure, she was up for seeing something funny but he seemed positively devious with whatever was going on around him. There had to be a reason why he'd called, right? 

"'Course." "Yeah!" Henry and Jasper nodded, not feeling at all apprehensive as the genius pulled the remote control for the holo-caller from his back pocket. They'd had a rough fifteen minutes, they needed a laugh and there was a reason why Schwoz had called them of his own free will, mainly because this kind of entertainment only came around once in a while and it was only brief, which was a shame. It was pretty funny.

"Ray is still trying to do a backflip!" He exclaimed, making (y/n)'s face quickly contort into one of adoration and sympathy at how her poor doofus was trying so hard, only to be teased and mocked. The camera angle turned so Schwoz left the hologram and instead, it focused on Ray, her sweet Ray, as he did the lunge-hand-swing thing again to build momentum, only to fall on his ass again when he jumped back. The sight of him flopping onto the floor in a pile of doofus had the teens pointing and laughing as she cooed like she was watching an adorable baby fall whilst taking its first steps and even though it was a bit funny, she didn't have it in her to laugh along.

"He can't do a backflip!" "He can't do a backflip!" "Can't do a backflip!" They all chattered as Ray looked up in confusion and saw that he'd been caught on camera and that all of the sudden noise was his friends laughing at his failings. Was his sweet girl laughing too? She would never, but he couldn't see from that distance, so his cheeks flared from embarrassment when he made out the distinct voice of Jasper and Henry mocking his law of gymnastic prowess.

"Don't look at me!" He exclaimed as he scrambled to his feet and stepped out of the camera's shot, feeling like he was gonna explode as the teens continued to giggle. He'd do it. Maybe. He'd do it and then who'd be laughing, huh? Not them because he'd be just as good, if not better.

"Awww, don't laugh, he's adorable!" (y/n) nudged her friends and scolded them in a tone that said that if this was anyone else, she'd be laughing her ass off like they were. It was only because she worshipped the ground he walked on that she was trying to shoo them away, which wasn't working. The laughter was then aimed at her as their teasing turned to how much of a simp she was, how she found anything he did cute and how she'd slap anyone if they were picking on her lover. 

To them, the guy was nice but he was also a buffoon, so they had no idea how she was able to look past all of that and see nothing but perfection. Not a perfect man but perfection as in his strengths and flaws in one man that captured her heart. Was that what was gonna happen to Jasper? He already didn't see the monitor, he just saw the girl; perhaps in time, he'd only see the best in her too and love whatever her ugly side looked like just as much.

They could laugh all they wanted, to her, Ray really was adorable and dorky, and she didn't care if he could do a backflip or not. Hell, it probably would've been better if he stopped because every time he landed, it looked like he was gonna snap his neck. 

It wasn't possible but something would go wrong, she just knew it, and what would she do if she had no doofus? She couldn't survive the teasing about how whipped she was alone. It was her and Ray against the world, or rather, her and Ray against the merciless teens that were their family.

~A few days later, The Cactus Convention~

Well, this was nice. The place was packed as the security guards held back the crowds from swarming the displays prematurely because there just was that much excitement for this year's convention. They had everything here, every cactus on the Earth, every specimen, every breed, every species, they were all lined up and waiting to be viewed and loved and that was just the plants.

On one table, some souvenirs were no doubt gonna be sold out by the time things were closing up, so everyone made a mental note to get a hat or a t-shirt at some point during the afternoon. But how could they do that when there was so much else on offer too? The food, the balloons, the games, the cacti experts dotted here and there, there was so much to look at, do, experience, taste and learn about that one afternoon didn't seem long enough, not when some unfortunate souls were left out in the cold because they hadn't been quick enough to buy tickets. 

That was (y/n) or Ray's problem, though. They'd queued for ages to get in and had excitedly flashed their tickets at the doorman before someone else could take their spots and they were inside the building in no time, which was where they'd met up with Henry, who unlike them, wasn't set for a super fun day. 

No, whilst they were kissing and hugging and doing cute date stuff, he had to chaperone Jasper and Patina around, so he couldn't escape the romance and neither could he relax. Those two were taking ages in the parking lot what with the bubble-suit and Jasper trying to be the perfect gentleman, despite (y/n) advising him to loosen up and have fun, so he had time to crumble about his problems. 

The crowds wouldn't leave him alone when he was dressed at Kid Danger and that's all he'd been complaining about to the couple over the last few minutes as they patiently waited for Cactus Con to start. And that job fell to Piper.

"Hear me, hear me!" The girl shouted as she stood there looking all beautiful and regal in her dress. Everything had come together perfectly in the end and after a rush job of completing the sash, (y/n) was happy to let Charlotte stand up there with the girl to smoothen out the creases and adjust the spiky crown she was wearing as she bellowed the traditional commands, "As your Cactus Queen, I declare the Swellview Cactus Convention, open!"

To her and everyone else's surprise, no one budged when Piper opened her arms to announce that it was time to give the crowd what they wanted, but the guards wouldn't drop the rope. That was weird, she was supposed to have absolute power for the day, which probably wasn't wise considering what Piper could be like sometimes, but it still was a mystery as to why they weren't obeying. She had the crown, she had the gorgeous dress, she had a goddamn bejewelled staff complete with a cactus glued on the end, what more did they want?

"You have to tap your staff on the ground...my queen!" One security guard with blonde, curly hair called out. She was named Fran as everyone would find out at some point and she was weird, annoying and just a little bit...bitchy. Little did they know but she was gonna be a sore spot for the team in the future and possibly one of Miss Danger's most annoying rivals but that would save for another day. All they noticed now was her belligerent attitude when she dropped a sarcastic curtesy to Piper after sounding so churlish.

"Open!" Piper corrected herself by tapping her impressive staff on the ground twice and finally, the guards dropped the golden rope to the applause of the convention-goers. Really? Couldn't they have just done that in the first place rather than complain about it? Whatever, they moved off without any more fuss now that the Cactus Queen had done her job correctly and that meant that the crowd could flood in, with Henry, (y/n) and Ray trailing at the back, the couple happily holding hands since they weren't working. 

The job for today was to relax and spend some quality, normal time together, which came with the added joy of the girl being able to wear her engagement ring out in the open. It wasn't easy to tell but Ray was happy, very happy judging by how he deliberately chose to hold her left hand just so he could feel the metal against his skin.

"It's just a backflip, bro. You just do it, you just flip backwards," explained Henry to Ray as the man guided his sweet girl into the room with a thoughtful look on his face. Of course, the conversation had made its way back to the one stunt Ray couldn't pull off because even after a few days of practice, he still wasn't able to do it without falling. 

He didn't want to spend the whole day talking about it, not when his fiancée had gotten all dressed up and he'd put on one of his best Hawaiian shirts to make their date complete, but he wanted to hear the theory behind it because for some reason, no matter what he tried, he couldn't get it right. 

"Yes, but how?" He asked, wanting to know how they performed such wizardry because he'd spent days getting it wrong every time. He understood that bit, he knew how it worked, he just didn't know how to do it himself. His body wouldn't comply, not even when he'd made his sweet girl stand in front of him and do three in a row so he could study her figure—movements, he meant movements. 

"It's like trying to explain to somebody how to walk. You know what I mean? Just right foot, left foot, repeat."

"Backflipping is not the same as walking!" Ray argued when Henry tried to point out how simple it was as they walked and stopped in the middle of the room to chat, which was a bit weird since Kid Danger was appearing quite chummy with this man and his lover. It was just one of those skills where you either had it or you didn't and as much as it frustrated him, Ray had to admit that he didn't. Maybe it would be better for him to admire (y/n) doing it instead, at least then he'd merely drool and not hurt himself.

"Yeah but equally as easy!" "No, they are not!" "Maybe not for you but for most people, it is..." "Ugh, stop arguing! I swear, you're both like children!" (y/n) groaned as her doofus and friend kept bickering over the same thing repeatedly. They were cutting into her date time and that wasn't something she got a lot of these days, so she was eager to pull Ray away but at the same time, she didn't want to seem needy or pushy. 

But Charlotte swooped in like she always did and took the wrap for her, but to be fair, she did have an excellent reason.

"Uh, you guys?" She came over casually like she wasn't doing much, just looking fabulous with her hair in a rare style for her and a sick outfit. She'd been experimenting with her look lately but enough about that, she was more concerned about how easy it was for the couple to forget that when they weren't in uniform, or y'know, letting Henry do his thing alone, they weren't meant to know who Kid Danger was.

"Hey, Charlotte..." "What's up, Char?" "What's going on?"

"Maybe since you guys don't know each other, you shouldn't be talking, Ray, (y/n) and Kid Danger?" she advised subtly as if she was pandering to the sidekick and not speaking to him on a friendly level. The three realised their mistake instantly as (y/n) and Ray were suddenly very aware that they lacked the blue and red uniform that the kid was wearing and they quickly checked that no one was staring. 

Luckily, no one had clocked onto the fact that they'd been talking for a weirdly long time, which was a lucky escape, and swiftly, Ray pulled his girl away from Henry before anyone could get suspicious.

"Dude, she's right." "Right, scatter, scatter!" The hero told his employee and sidekick as he tightened his hold on (y/n)'s hand, who couldn't stop the smile from worming its way onto her coral lips when she realised that their date started now. 

It would just be them together but with people around them, no friends as horrible as it sounded, no interruptions, just them doing cute couple stuff like every other couple in the city did. There'd be no gunfire, no people to save, no fires to put out, everything would be perfect and her happiness was obvious to the teens as they saw how eager she was to pull her fiancé away.

"Have fun on your date!" Charlotte, or maybe Henry, called out over their shoulder as they all went their separate ways, which caused the lovers to look at each other and giggle with lovestruck faces. Right, this was their time and they were gonna make the most of it by seeing everything there was to see, eating as much food as they could and kissing more than was publicly appropriate and it all started now. 

Except, they weren't off to a very good start. Ray, being the doofus he was, didn't look where he was going as they quickly turned around to march off in whichever directions the teens weren't going and therefore, he marched straight into a cactus. A very prickly, very dangerous cactus.

"Argh, what the butt?!" "Doofus, be careful!" (y/n) told him in a worried voice as the needles tried to pierce his skin to no avail. Thank god he was indestructible, otherwise, he'd be in a very sticky situation right now and their date would've been finito since he practically faceplanted the thing. He felt the pins tickling his face before he pulled back to shield his sweet girl from any danger because even though she'd survived a prickling too, he didn't like the sound of plucking needles out of her palm or cheek as tears gathered in her eyes. That sounded awful, his heart would never cope.

"Ha, dude, you just bumped into the world's most poisonous cactus," and here came Kid Danger just to rub it in that he was clumsy. He might have been ordered to keep his distance so everything seemed normal during his mission, but when he witnessed his boss stumble into one of the deadliest plants in the world, he just had to poke fun. Come on, the guy was a walking disaster nearly and it was only thanks to his indestructibility that he hadn't gotten himself killed yet.

"How do you know that?" Ray asked indignantly, wondering what his sidekick was basing the level of poison this cactus had. Was he a botanist now? Could he name every cactus in the room and backflip to them all in succession? Was this just 'make fun at Ray' day? He didn't know why he looked so smug but (y/n) did because she knew that too. Anyone in the room could know it if they wanted to, all they had to do was be observant, another skill that her sweetheart sometimes lacked. 

"Because it says it right there, doofus. World's most poisonous cactus, don't bump into it," she read from the tiny card that had been placed in front of the plant, which would probably save the organisers from a lawsuit but in general, it wasn't very safe. There were so many people in the room, kids, elderlies, and idiots, anyone could brush up against this thing since there was no railing around it to keep people at a safe distance. What if someone got jabbed and keeled over? What then? 

"Oh, someone should be guarding this thing!" Ray snapped as Henry walked off to attend to his actual duties, leaving the man to do what he liked. First of all, Ray was gonna keep his sweet girl at arm's length away from the cactus, she was the first person he'd ever want to keep safe, followed by whoever else might follow. 

No one could say that his sense of justice and duty wasn't constant; even out of uniform he felt the need to do the honourable thing and whilst it cut into their date-time, (y/n) didn't have it in her to tell him no. Just seeing him standing there looking all diligent and powerful made her knees wobble. Or perhaps that was because of the earthquake caused by Fran as his feet slapped against the floor when she saw them hovering near the cactus.

"Hey, hey, be careful with that!" She said as if they weren't already aware that the plant was highly dangerous, probably too dangerous for public display, "that there's the world's most poisonous cactus. There's only one in the whole world...and we got it."

"So, don't you think you should be guarding?" Ray asked impatiently and folded his arms, having no time for her bragging or the way she smirked at him with a smouldering look in her eyes when she licked at a cactus-flavoured ice cream cone. Yikes, not another one, but this time, (y/n) didn't have to worry about him running off into the sunset because Fran, well, she wasn't his type. Or anyone's really. 

She was weird and too forward, not to mention the fact that she wasn't (y/n) and Ray Manchester only went for one specific woman these days. He never wanted to be single and ready to mingle again and certainly not with a person like her, she wasn't even sweet to start with.

"I was on an ice cream break," the security guard scoffed at his standoffish behaviour. He obviously liked that thing next to him too much to have a slice of mama's pie but that didn't matter. She'd always be waiting for a guy like him if he ever got bored of a salad with no dressing and preferred a meat feast instead, he could slip by anytime as long as he didn't come with annoying questions like that.

"Didn't this place just open?" Oh, and the tits and teeth could talk, how fascinating. What did he see in her? She was so...plain. Sure, her face was pretty and her body was...fine at best but what did she have to offer that good, old Fran couldn't?

"Yup! I got the first ice cream cone!" She grinned ferociously at (y/n), who instantly got the feeling that this woman was a nut, especially when she took such an obnoxiously large bite of her ice cream that it left a milky-green stain around her lips. And she thought she could date the god walking the Earth that was Ray Manchester? Good luck with that. "Balloons!"

And with that, Fran stomped off to grab herself a cactus-shaped balloon, leaving the hottie and his goldfish girlfriend or whatever to waltz around the exhibit, which wasn't very responsible since almost immediately, the toxic cactus nearly claimed its first victim. Good thing that Captain Man is always ready to save the day, especially when no one else wanted to do the job, that's why he started as a superhero to do the crap that the police couldn't be bothered to do.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He swooped in like a true hero as a small, adorable boy ran up to the cactus, intent on touching it cause he was still at the age where he couldn't read the sign or understand that you look with your eyes, not with your hands. (y/n)'s heart practically exploded from broody love as he sheltered the curly-haired boy from any harm and ensured that he'd live to touch something else and her heart couldn't take it, not when she was reminded of how great a father he would be. 

"Careful there. Uh, here, why don't you play with this non-poisonous cactus?" Ray suggested with a bright, friendly smile as he passed another cactus to the boy, which still wasn't great but better than him dying. He'd learn about poky things and not suffer dire consequences, whilst (y/n) would have to pick herself up off the floor after seeing him ruffle the boy's fluffy locks and move him away. Be still her beating heart. 

"Run along now...That's nice to see, right, sweet gi—?" Ray turned around with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face as he watched the boy run off to find his parents, and he felt proud to know that he'd done his part to keep yet another citizen of Swellview safe. 

But for (y/n), that kid wasn't just another citizen and that wasn't just another rescue, it was an insight into the future and with a wave of broodiness washing over her, she couldn't help but seize the lapels of his shirt and pull him down into a passionate, breathless kiss before he could even finish his sentence. 

Ray gasped at the bold movement since his girl was never normally so spontaneous with the kisses she gifted him but after a few seconds of stillness and having his eyes open, he melted and curled his arms around her waist as her fingers clutched patterned cloth. Their lips moved roughly against one another as (y/n) couldn't get enough of him, desperate to try and convey everything she felt for him in one kiss. 

"What—what was all that about, sweet girl?" Ray panted breathlessly as she slowly pulled back with love sparkling her eyes and puffy lips at how hard she'd attacked him but she wasn't sorry—not when he looked positively wrecked with his swollen lips and rapid breathing. That had come out of nowhere and whilst he wasn't complaining, he did want to know what he'd done to make her so needy, especially since she was usually so reserved in public places.

"I'm so in love with you, Raymond." She didn't want to explain that she felt the sudden need to jump his bones because of a one-time interaction he'd had with a child. When that scenario ran through her head, it seemed so silly, the sort of thing that was best kept to herself, so she opted to simplify it instead and tell him a boiled-down version of the truth that had his cheeks flushing and she stepped forward to pull him into one her rush-of-affection hugs—the ones that left people with rib cages like dust but warmth in their hearts.

"Well, I'm in love with you too, sweetheart. I love you so much," he grinned and returned the hug with equal strength, even though they were in the middle of a crowd and probably looking a bit weird. A flash of the ring on her finger and the elderlies who frowned at their openness suddenly understood—engaged lovers. They were like that once and it made them smile to see that romance wasn't dead. And there was evidence that romance wasn't gonna die out during the age of the digital divide either—it lived on in the youthful couple who'd just walked through the door.

"Aw, doofus, look at Jasper with Patina. Aren't they cute?" She grinned as he pulled away to subtly turn around. Well, he'd seen his fair share of teenage lovers and whilst he wasn't a romance aficionado like his sweet girl, he knew when kids were crushing bad. Hell, he had it bad right now, that lovesick puppy look on Jasper's face as he carried the air filter for Patina was probably the same look he had on his face when he carried mountains of bags in the mall when he took his fiancée shopping. And neither was ashamed.

"Well, I have to admit that the kid has done all right. Not even Henry thought he was gonna get a date. I sure as hell didn't," Ray admitted as he watched the usually awkward kid walk in like a true gentleman. He was doing everything right; keeping Patina safe and comfortable. It looked like it was going well, especially when that freaky nurse cleared off and left them to explore on their own. And then Henry came in and Jasper still kept his cool, despite the imposing stature that was Kid Danger colliding with his regular-guy one.

"He was so excited yesterday. Kept calling it the "first date of man". Do you remember our first date?" (y/n) giggled and then look up at her doofus as they observed the blossoming love between the boy and girl across the room. No one knew what would happen with Jasper and Patina but it was nice to think of the time when they were like that. 

Well, it was hard to judge the exact time because no one, not even Ray and (y/n), could precisely pinpoint their first date. Was it one of the outings they went on where they were very much in love but before they got together or was it after that fateful day when it was officially called?

"Well, I'd say that our first date was the first time I took you out to dinner. You were wearing that pretty, little black dress and we had steak, I think. I just remember being so nervous because you looked so damn pretty and for the first time in my life, I actually cared about what would happen after we were done eating." Ray confessed to her ear as he hugged her from behind. 

That was the first time he could remember when it had just been the two of them facing each other in a restaurant, giggling and getting drunk on overpriced wine as they swapped childhood stories. The end of the night came and just as they were about to get into his car, he knew he should've kissed her—he certainly wanted to, but he chickened out at the last minute when he thought about that proper date he'd promised the cashier at the grocery store the following night. What a mistake to make.

"Oh, yeah. I remember. You were wearing a shirt that was a size too small and you pulled the chair out to help me in. I was so nervous too because that was so nice of you and I didn't even know how to act, not like the other girls you took out, that's for sure," (y/n) smiled fondly at how she'd nearly spilt the wine down herself three times just by how badly her hands were shaking, not that her "date" said or even noticed. 

That was the first time she could remember putting in so much effort for one guy, picking a dress that was a little too risqué for her and taking a little more time for her hair. The end of the night came and just as they were about to get into his car, she knew she should've kissed him—she definitely wanted to, but she knew that he had a real date the next night with Emily or Elina (or was is Estelle?), so she shook off the thought, deeming it inappropriate. What a mistake to make.

"No, you weren't like them. You were nothing like those other girls. I fell in love with you from the moment I met you and I spent the next ten years wondering how to tell you that." Ray pressed a kiss to her cheek to assure her that whilst she wasn't inferior in any way. That following date had been a disaster, so bad that he'd made an excuse to Ellen, Evangeline (or was it Eileen?) and left early to go home to her. And every date after that had never ended well; once his heart was hooked, it never let go.

"It's okay, doofus. I'll never stop loving you, even if you do wear a size too small shirt to show off," (y/n) reassured him too and grinned when he turned her in his embrace so their lips could meet again, soft and slow this time. 

Only, they never got that far because annoyingly, Ray's phone started to ring. What now? Sighing, the man stepped away from his hot fiancée, who was just begging for her to smother her with kisses and pulled his phone out of his pocket to see the contact. It was Schwoz. Why was he such a damn cockblocker? Every time he barged in on a kiss, on a tender moment, sometimes even in a spicy moment, it was like he sensed inappropriate times.

"Answer it. It could be important." The girl told him as his thumb hovered over the red button because their date had been rather stunted so far so he wanted to keep work away for the next few hours whilst they enjoyed themselves. However, that sense of morality and her knowing smile won him over in the end. She was right, it could be important so, he reluctantly answered the phone in the only way he knew how.

"Wazzzzup?!" "Wazzzzzup?! Like he was in a Budweiser commercial. This wasn't an ordinary phone call despite the jokey tone as the boy exchanged pleasantries as they normally did and (y/n) strained to get her ear next to the receiver as Ray secured an arm around her waist. Henry was patched in too and she frowned at how they were all together for one call. Her tummy didn't like this, something felt...wrong.

"Listen, the Man Cave got hacked!" Schwoz exclaimed and suddenly, all of the good feelings from the date, Jasper's date, that stupid greeting, the general happy atmosphere at Cactus Con, all of it burnt away at that one sentence. 

Instantly, (y/n) felt like she was gonna throw up as Ray yanked her closer so she could hear properly but she couldn't feel it, not even the gentle thrumming of his heartbeat—it nearly always calmed her, but not now. No wonder her tummy had felt something, no wonder it was making her feel all nervous because this was possibly one of the worst things that could happen to them. 

"What? What do you mean we got hacked?! Schwoz?!" The woman practically screeched down the phone, causing the genius and boy on the other lines to wince at how she was freaking out. So much stuff was stored in the computers and all of their systems were controlled through them too. All she wanted to know now was what, how and who had compromised Captain Man's most sensitive databases, which seemed impossible but apparently not.

"We got hacked! You know, someone hacked us!" "I thought you said the Man Cave computer was unhackable!" Ray stated, remembering vividly how Schwoz had strutted around his home like a peacock as he boasted about upgrading their server to be impervious to any attack from a vicious snooper or virus. Not so cocky now that they'd been snooped, and Ray didn't like it, not one bit. He didn't like how vulnerable he was starting to feel, nor how his sweet girl was freaking put, nor how Schwoz seemed to be at a loss. 

"I thought it was but someone did it! And now, every computer in the Man Cave has the same message on the screen!" The small man snapped back, not liking how his past arrogance was coming back to bite him. It was so freaky; one minute he'd been relaxing, just doing the odd job here and there, watching a bit of TV since everyone was out at the convention and then, poof! Their systems—his systems that he'd designed, were being unscrambled and replaced with a creepy message and a strangely familiar yet foreboding logo.

"What did it say?" "It just says, game on! Over and over!" He told Henry as the monitors flashed in the background, so the boy walked over to his boss and panicking friend as they tried to decipher what was the message. Whoever sent it was one cryptic bastard, couldn't they just make their demands without a stupid game?.

"Game on? What does that mean?" "I don't know—" Ray frowned, looking at his sweet girl to see if she had any ideas since she was always so bright and quick-thinking but not even she could work out this puzzle, not yet anyway. But then, they were thrown another scrap to the mystery as the hero got a text. And Henry. And (y/n), which caused her to take her phone from her purse. And Charlotte. In fact, everyone in the room received the same ping in different text tones at the same time, and strangely, they all had the same message.

"Uh, did you guys get this text?" Charlotte whispered to the three as she stared at her phone with a deep frown on her face, but that wasn't the most worrying thing right now. No, the most worrying thing would have to be the correlation between the text and the Man Cave getting hacked because (y/n) would bet her left kidney that it was too big of a coincidence to happen at the same time. That, and the text had an eerie message that just screamed whackjob.

"Yeah... Hello, Swellview..." "I will pay one million dollars to whoever can bring me, the world's most poisonous cactus. Sincerely, R.T." Everyone mumbled under their breath as they read out the peculiar text. It raised a lot of questions, all at once and no one knew where to start. What were they gonna do with the cactus? Who was R.T? One million dollars? What were they planning in general? Y'know, 'cause this all felt very big and as the heroes began theorising about who could be their number one suspect, they didn't see how the crowd were starting to smell money like sharks smell blood.

"Who's R.T?" Henry looked at Ray, whose guess was as good as his, but still, the man gave it his best shot, even if it wasn't particularly good. He'd never really had a chance anyway, not a probable one.

"...Randy Tinklemuffin!" "Who?" Oh, how had the kid not heard of Randy? The guy who must've been bullied in school for a name like that? He was well-known in some circles, mainly the ones that Captain Man and Miss Danger stuck their noses into, just another lowlife but it didn't seem like his style, not when sophisticated computer programming skills and mind-boggling puzzles came into play.

"Nah, it can't be Randy Tinklemuffin, doofus. He's in jail, remember?" (y/n) tried her best to not totally lose it as she looked away from her phone screen and up at her adorable lover. It was a nice shot, but not the right one and playing guessing games wasn't going to help them, not even when it gave her a good excuse to lose herself and her worries in the happy bubble he seemed to create around them.

"Oh, yeah, sweet girl. I don't even know why I said that." "Wait, is that really his name?" Henry asked as Ray grinned down at his girl, who he could see was trying to put on a brave face so he took precautionary measures as kissed her forehead, just as the kid asked his question. It worked a little, (y/n) had a genuine smile on her face now and gladly took his hand when its fingers nudged hers.

"Yeah!" "What?" "I think it's short for Randolph, which doesn't help his case very much 'cause I imagine that school bullies love a kid called—" "Uh, guys? We have bigger problems," Charlotte interrupted their tangent on how Randy's parents must've been evil or something, but she had a very good reason. In the last few moments, the crowd had begun to swarm, forming a hoard around the world's most poisonous cactus. Money makes people do crazy things and it also makes them cruel and uncaring, so even if it was dangerous and a terrible thing to give the mystery man what he wanted, they wanted that damn plant.

"Uh...dude?" Ray suggested to Henry that now might be a good time to flex his superhero status because right now, he couldn't do much about anything. All he could do was keep his precious girl safely tucked behind his shoulder as they backed up a little bit because if this lot charged and rioted, he knew that his probity would be to secure her safety first. 

"Bro?" Henry suggested back, feeling just as scared by what he was facing. They were his problem, the kid knew he had to step up to the plate as Kid Danger on his own and it was safe to say that he was heavily, hilariously outnumbered. Even that pathetic excuse of a security guard was figuratively rubbing her hands together at the thought of an easy payday, so the idea of defending his friends single-handedly was just a tad alarming.

"Okay! Okay! Everybody, calm down! Everybody, calm down! Just...relax!" He started by telling them all to zip it because it was gonna be hard to keep the peace if everyone was shouting over each other. Piper sat on her throne with a curious expression, wondering what the sidekick was gonna do because she was inclined to side with him. As much as she loved the people who'd done nothing but bow, curtesy and grovel at her feet all day, that cactus was Cactus Con property and no one was gonna steal it on her watch—that was just wrong.

"Now, I know that you all want that million dollars some mystery person promised for that cactus," he went on, which caused a lot of miffed comments from the angry mob. Damn straight they wanted the million dollars, they were just normal people who had to work hard for a living and to get that much money, all they had to do was take one plant and punch a few people in the process. Who wouldn't do that? 

Well, neither Ray, (y/n) nor Charlotte would since they were standing behind Henry and were feeling pretty intimidated right now, so god knows how he was feeling. And then, there was Patina and Jasper to think about too since they were cowering at the back of the room, worried about the bubble-suit being damaged if there was a stampede. So many problems, so few Kid Dangers to sort them out.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!" Fran yelled above her fellow potential thieves, vying for the attention because being the slightly terrible person she was, she wasn't afraid to bend the rules or jump sides to make it in life, "Kid Danger's right!"

"Thank you," Henry really shouldn't have got his hopes up. That uniform was just a lie.

"This cactus is worth a lot of money. Now, let's get it!" She yelled, causing the boy to freak out internally when he realised that she was the instigator of a charge for one million bucks. Without missing a beat as the crowd began to close in, Henry grabbed the laser control from the back of his belt and fired a quick succession of plasma at the ground so that everyone who pushed forward was then pushed back.

"Uh-oh! Daddy wants the big piece of chicken tonight!" He smirked at the crowd as he wiggled his beloved control between his fingers, thanking Schwoz for inventing what was arguably his most useful gadget. Still, it couldn't keep back the crowd forever, not even when he zapped a few more people back since they were getting close to the cactus.

"Man, sure would be nice to have Captain Man here right about now. Or Miss Danger, she's pretty useful too..." Charlotte hinted subtly, trying to make it seem like she wasn't addressing the heroes themselves but then again, no one was listening as they were either working on a plan to get rich quick or avoiding being a human sprinkler. However, whilst (y/n) got the hint and opened her mouth to say something about waiting for the opportune moment, Ray was not so brainy when it came to subtlety, so when the superheroine was mentioned, all he wanted to do was dream about her in uniform. And out of it, to be honest.

"Yeah, she's pretty. And smart. And sweet. And hot. So freakin' hot. Honestly, she's the best and y'know, I get to marry—" 

"Raymond..." "Think it through..." Charlotte's dry tone contrasted (y/n)'s sing-song intonation as the girl rolled her eyes whilst the woman blushed, still flustered by her fiancé's brazen compliments even after well over a year of dating.

"Oh, yeah! Right...she's still hot, though" He suddenly realised what the girl was driving at and found himself being dragged through the crowd before he even knew what was happening. He would never take back what he said, but now wasn't the time, not when the crowd was closing in on Henry, who desperately needed some help, so with everyone not looking, they began to search for a nook or cranny where they could hide, but in a large, open hall, it was a challenge.

"What's everyone waiting for?" Fran asked the mob as she wondered why no one was attacking. Of course, she wasn't gonna attack first, that would be stupid since she was planning on relying on the old theory of safety in numbers, but she couldn't for the life of her work out why no one else was taking the plunge. Could it possibly be that like her, no one wanted to be hurt by Kid Danger's lasers if they singled themselves out?

"He's got a zappy thingy!" "Yeah, but there's a lot of us and only one of him!" She pointed out as a skinny tiddler of a man whined at the thought of being stung and even recoiled to her disgust. Fran knew that if everyone went at once, there was no way that the boy could take them all, which would be her chance to throw her weight around, land a few punches and wrestle her way to being a millionaire before anyone knew what was happening in the chaos. Well, that was the plan anyway, but luckily, Piper wasn't gonna let it be so easy for her and her heinous plans.

"Wrong! There's two of him!... Us!... Shut up!" The Cactus Queen leapt down from her throne and nobly stood alongside her secret sidekick brother in an alliance forged to defend the world's most poisonous cactus from any fool who dare try his hand to lift it. 

She tapped her staff twice on the ground to tell her rebellious subjects that she meant to attack if any one of them came too close—that way they'd find the cactus on the end of it in their faces if they weren't careful. Fran thought she had Kid Danger in checkmate but she forgot one very important rule - the queen holds the most power on the board.

"Come at me, bro!" Ah, yes. Words to go down in the history books for being so damn queenly. Still, they made a good team as the girl threatened the security guard and the rest of the crowd with her pointy staff as Henry lasered at a few more people, jabbing to keep them all back from their ward but things weren't going so smoothly for the other heroes in the room.

"There's too many people here!" Ray exclaimed as he, his sweet girl and Charlotte made it to the other side of the room behind the crowd but even with most eyes of the fight, it was impossible to find somewhere safe to transform into their uniform. They couldn't help if they weren't their alter-egos, but neither could they leave him and Piper to be mauled so they were stuck floundering.

"Yeah, we can't transform without a place to hide! Seriously, why can't our dates ever be normal?" (y/n) agreed as she scanned the room for a closet door or a curtain to hide behind but there was nothing but flimsy stalls and nosy people in the room. So far, the date at Cactus Con hadn't been a roaring success but at least they were still together and hey, no one could say that it had been boring.

"Go like this and (y/n), stand in front of Ray!" Charlotte told them quickly as she demonstrated what looked like some kind of funky yoga pose to the couple—perhaps a weird tree pose with one arm crooked in the air and the other on her hip. It didn't make much sense but there was no time to have a debate, let alone time to think it over.

"What are we doing here?" "Well, I'm just confused—ohhhhh, nice!" Ray frowned as he copied the pose and watched as his lover was shoved in front of him in the same position, which only deepened his questions until Charlotte began to shove them into the corner of the room. All was made clear as they were shrouded in the shadow of a large, fake cactus, which was big enough to cover both of them as they transformed with a quick blow of a bubble and nothing more than a swift flash of light being shown to the crowd, who were not even looking anyway.

"Okay, we'll go help Henry. You, take this zapper," Ray sniffed and gingerly handed his laser control to Charlotte so that whilst he and his fiancée were throwing fists, she could give them some anonymous cover fire from a safe distance, "Now, let me Captain Man-splain to you how that works," Yeah, it really wasn't a good idea to patronise Charlotte, not when he'd just handed her a painful weapon—all his ignorant comment resulted in was a spot of plasma to the stomach. Serves him right.

"I think she knows, doofus. Now, come on! These people are getting crazy!"  (y/n) tugged him away before he could run his mouth anymore and it was a good thing too. The crowd had been getting so impatient and frustrated with Henry and Piper that they'd taken to throwing lumps of cactus at them, which wasn't very nice because y'know, cacti are spiky and sharp and ouchy.

"Throw more. Cactus are his weakness!" And of course, Fran was right in there seeing that like any normal human, Henry didn't like the idea of being a pin cushion. But with her order, the people soon started to get the idea and the war ramped up, pelting Henry with cactus leaves that took all of his super-fast reflexes to dodge. For Piper, it meant she had to be pretty good at baseball as she whacked away any bits that came near her but still, it could be worse, she could be Jasper. 

The boy had nobly opted to protect Patina and her suit from any punctures by acting as a human meat shield, which was very gallant as he took every cactus that came their way but his eyes were starting to water.

"Look! There's only one of him again!" Fran yelled after Piper had screamed and charged at a group to clear them out of the building, but a few stupid ones stayed behind to try and swipe the cactus anyway, leaving Henry to nervously look at them all since he'd struggled when he had a friend, now he was on his own. Or not.

"Wrong! There's three of him! Us..." "Shut up!" Ray and (y/n) couldn't help but feel so cool and so dumb as they skidded into the spots by Henry's sides, standing shoulder to shoulder with him so that they could take on the crowd together. Well, this was a more even chance now, they had Captain Man on their side and Miss Danger, who were more than one fighter each so even Fran had to think twice about whether or she wanted to try and attack the famed heroes. But then again, she wanted that money too and money always pays out.

"Dude, that cactus is worth a million bucks! You're standing between me and buying a moose!" She exclaimed before turning to her fellow rioters for one last offence, "now, come on, they can't stop all of us. Mama wants a moose!" She yelled and the hoard ran forward. Fran didn't get very far though, not when Ray used a strong kick to the gut to send her flying back, which may or may not have been fuelled by that repulsive flirting from earlier. 

Henry punched a few, (y/n) tripped a few and kicked their butts as they fell and Ray body-slammed a few more as he left his sidekicks to work together. Just because Ray Manchester was protective didn't mean Captain Man didn't know the strength of Miss Danger.

"Kid, watch o—arghhhh!" (y/n) should've worried about her own affairs as a kid jumped on her from behind as two more took Henry down, causing Ray's eyes to bug out in worry as both of his sidekicks were overwhelmed. Okay, maybe he was still quite protective but he had stuff to do too, such as beating up the punk who tried to slug him once or twice. Henry had to contend with a freaky lady who had cacti for nunchucks, which pushed his superpower to its limits just so he didn't have his eyes scratched out.

"Leave...him...alone!" Miss Danger cried as she tackled a woman who was thumping Ray's back as he struggled with a guy who'd jumped on top of him. The relief was only momentary but it was enough for him to throw down the man and help his sweet girl up with a gracious smile before they returned to the action and luckily, the crowd was definitely thinning out now.

There were only a few desperate ones left, the crazy ones who still hadn't managed to swipe the cactus from the stand yet and a few final punches sorted them out, and that left the heroes to slowly back into each other, panting and exhausted. They gasped when their backs touched, fearful that they were someone else coming to beat them up, but there was no one else to fight. Thank god. Everyone had learned their lessons, which meant they could breathe a sigh of relief.

"You okay, sweet girl?" Ray asked on a long sigh, his fingers brushing the underside of her chin so she'd look up and he could check for "injuries". There never was and there'd never be any injuries but (y/n) couldn't help but smile up at his caring words, even when they'd all just been in a fight and all deserved someone fawning over them He couldn't help it, not when he'd been so cruelly denied a date with her, not that it mattered. What they'd got had been good enough.

"Fine, doofus. Just fine," she replied, leaning up on her tippy toes to brush their lips together, which she blamed on the pos-battle adrenaline but Henry knew better. Just as they went in with perfectly practised execution, however, a squeaky groan from the floor made them jump, break apart and spin around to see what else wanted to attack them. It wasn't though, it was just Jasper, who squeaked with every step he took because his entire body was covered in the cacti that he'd shielded Patina from. At least it pleased her, right?

"Jasper, you were amazing! And I'd hug you but those needles would puncture my suit..." "I get it..." And they say romance is dead. They were the epitome of the modern couple, weird yet strangely devoted.

"Uh, here, Captain Man. You...dropped this during the fight," Charlotte butted in and threw the laser control back to Ray as if she was merely a concerned citizen, not the one who'd been backup for the heroes. It had been fun whilst it lasted but she wasn't cut out for the hero life; seriously, how did (y/n) enjoy this?

"Oh, uh, thanks, girl I don't know..." Ray was still gracious enough to give her a subtly grateful smile as he took back his weapon, which was good enough for the girl since she knew that he couldn't thank her properly in front of Patina but it would do for her. After all, it was as good as it got with Ray and thank yous, plus, they had more important things to worry about.

"We did it..." Henry smiled in relief, knowing that they'd each done their job and protected the world's most poisonous cactus from whichever weirdo wanted it for themselves.

"Yes, we did. We saved the citizens of Swellview once again." "Yeah, by punching them in the face..." (y/n) countered, feeling like they hadn't protected society when most of the people who'd visited the convention were now lying on the floor in a fit of pain from being beaten up. Oh well, they'd asked for it by trying to steal the cactus, it was only right that they'd faced justice for behaving like animals. At least that was the way Ray saw it.

"Aw, come on, precious girl...victory dance!" He grinned when he started to shuffle and ended up making her laugh with his funny moves. It wasn't exactly a traditional victory dance but it was kooky and weird enough to suit Ray down to the ground, especially when he was egged on by his friends to take it to the next level.

"Do a backflip!" "Oh, I don't know, man..." Ray wasn't sure he could pull that off, even though he had been training and practising for the last few days. Still, if he could do it, how impressive would that be? He already had his fiancée laughing and smiling at how cute his dancing was, what would she say to his backflip? If his reaction to hers was anything to go by, then perhaps the date wouldn't be such a bummer.

"Don't think about it, just do it!" "You think I can do it?" "I know you can do it! Come on, Miss Danger's watching, do it!" Henry egged him on, seeing how Charlotte nudged the woman watching just to tease her further because everyone knew that the hero was only attempting it in public because she was there. She made the perfect audience and was excited to see if he could do it or not because her planned reward would make up for all the shittiness of the day that had left their plans in ruin.

"Okay, I'm flipping! Here I go!" Ray took a deep breath and just went for it, using everything he'd learnt in the past few days about rotation, balance and gravity to curl in the air perfectly and to his surprise, to his friends' surprise, to everyone's surprise, he didn't fall, he didn't land flat on his face and he didn't look like an idiot. He looked like a guy who'd just landed a backflip perfectly. 

He grinned with a shocked expression on his face as Henry and Charlotte clapped his success and (y/n) took a more...enthusiastic approach; her arms wound around his neck and she pulled him in for a much deeper kiss than they'd shared before, causing Ray to feel so damn proud that he'd managed to pull it off because the way she energetically moved their lips together made it all worth it.

So worth it that when they parted and he clumsily knelt to grab the laser control that had dropped from his hand, he was on cloud nine so bad as his eyes stayed on her pretty face that he didn't even realise that he'd pressed the button until it was too late. A blue laser zipped across the room and melted a tiny hole in Patina's bubble-suit, causing everyone to freeze and gasp instantly as the pressure left the suit and all of those evil unfiltered particles flooded in.

"Uh-oh..." "Patina, your suit!" "Forget the suit, what about my tongue?!" The girl whined in panic as instantly, her tongue swelled up to what resembled a strawberry and quickly, (y/n), Henry and Charlotte found themselves by her side to see if she was all right as Ray awkwardly put the control away. Right, she wasn't kidding about that allergy thing and if (y/n) had ever seen one, that had to be a severe allergic reaction. Just from the air? Jeez, she had it rough.

"Oh, sweet cheese, she's not gonna be able to breathe soon," The woman told Henry as Patina's mouth struggled to fit all of that tongue in there and it was only a matter of time before her airways would close up and she suffocated. And they didn't want a dead person on their hands, that would be a tragic way to end the day.

"Oh, can someone take me to the hospital? Miss Danger?" The girl looked at the heroine hopefully as the teens looked at Ray since this was all technically his fault. Plus, he was the other adult in this situation, as hard as that was to believe and (y/n) needed all of the help she could get since Patina wasn't in any fit state to walk. Henry had done a great job of protecting her, he should do the President next.

"Captain Man? A little assistance, please?" "Yeah, sweet girl. I got you..." Ray nodded, unable to leave his girl or Patina alone to sort things out so he accepted the blame and stepped forward to pick the patient up bridle style, that way they could easily take her to the Man Van with Jasper trailing behind. He might want to see a doctor too, those cacti looked pretty painful and it wasn't like his date could go any further now that his crush was on the verge of dying.

"Nice, shot, bro," Charlotte stated sarcastically as she watched her boss carry Patina for a few steps with (y/n) tittering about keeping her head safe. The last thing they needed was to bash her against the wall or something and focusing on getting to the hospital should've been their number one priority but as always, Ray couldn't help but brag just a bit.

"Yeah, but that backflip, though!" "Doofus! Out the door!" (y/n) snapped and shoved him towards the exit as she heard Patina's wheezing get worse and she only prayed that they wouldn't waste any more time in getting her to an epi-pen or something. Jasper was waddling behind them with the air filter, which was pretty useless at this point but there was no doubt that Schwoz would want it back for repairs so they piled everything into the van, leaving Henry and Charlotte alone in the convention hall.

"Good job." "Thanks..." Henry didn't mind a bit of praise now that the work was finished, but he couldn't help but think that his friend deserved some too, "Hey, good work with that laser!" To be fair, it had been pretty sick.

"Thanks! I really enjoyed zapping people!" "And we saved the world's most poisonous cactus—is gone," Henry trailed off when he looked across to see the prize that they'd managed to save, only to see that in the confusion of the battle or the relief of the aftermath, no one had managed to notice that the plant had been stolen. Shit. 

The stand was empty and all that was left behind what a tiny, white business card with a strange logo printed on the back, meaning that any praise they'd given themselves was premature. They stormed over to see what the card was, Charlotte picking it up with a confused look on her face because she prided herself on being quite observant and she hadn't noticed anything, not one suspicious person. Thank god, (y/n) and Ray weren't here to see this, they'd go nuts and the former would probably have a heart attack. No, they needed to discover this one alone, but it only worked to make the mystery deeper.

"What's it say?" "Thanks for the cactus. Game on." It was that same taunt again. The one that had appeared in the Man Cave, it was the same logo that had been seemingly following them everywhere they went, not that anyone noticed. Whatever this was, whatever was gonna happen, whoever was planning something, the team had to be ready for it because something was coming. It had to be the card, the monitors, R.T had said so.

Game on.

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Crumbled Papers

A (Hetalia) Japan x Male! Reader

Chapter 4

(READ THE TAGS FOR THE TWS)

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Chirping of crickets sounded from outside, as the shadows of the night came pouring down onto the lands of Japan's place.

The moon reflected still onto the land, bringing some natural light for those whom were out and about. Y/N was still awake, for he hadn't enough relaxation to sleep.

The light inside the bedroom was on and shining, making it practically the only room in the house with a light on.

Y/N looked at the thin poem he wrote on only a few hours ago, and then looked at his phone. 8:59. Japan was going to be coming any minute now.

Maybe then he could finally rest. He wouldn't have any unnecessary worry of getting hurt, he didn't have any comprehensive suggestion in his mind as to why he felt paranoid of someone inflicting harm on him when he himself was a country and experienced with fighting in his own right.

The inner machinations of his mind plagued him, his mouth went dry and his skin felt cold.

Fearful; that was the perfect way to describe how he felt. But why? He had never felt scared upon going to any other nations house, so why Japan's?

A rumbling sound crept up from outside, the sound of a car pulling up. It was 9:00, and a car had arrived. It must've been Japan.

Or at least he assumed so. Y/N stood up, and paced over to the door. He slid it open, and peeked out.

From inside the thin walls, he heard Japan's low voice and America's loud one speaking with one another outside.

Relief soothed his heart, the irrational thoughts of his mind insisting he was in danger became quieter.

The front door then slid open, revealing those familiar eyes of simbersite that held such a weird brightness to him once more.

Japan was back, and now, Y/N could finally sleep without any paranoia stinging his body.

"Oh, herro, Y/N-kun." Greeted Japan, just noticing Y/N peeking from inside the room.

Y/N looked away softly from hize gaze, and returned a simple; "Hey, heheh.."

Japan walked in, and slid the door closed again.

Y/N was unsure of what the japanese man had been doing, as he only began to walk towards the table inside the living room.

Japan sighed slightly, as Y/N only kept staring in curiosity.

Miriam Jasper eyes stared back at him after a few seconds, and he felt his skin grow warm.

"Eto.. do you need something?" Asked Japan, uncomfortably expressing a look of concern for his new roommate.

"A-- Ahm.. no, no! Not at all.. heheh, I'll, um.. just head back in here." Y/N laughed awkwardly as he then proceed to close the door to the room he would now call his bedroom until his house was repaired.

A fire of anxiety clinged to him, yet it didn't seem to be the same hellfire from before.

Y/N's heart beat at a rapid rate, why was this happening to him?

There was no reason for his heart to even be beating, there was no reason for the weird warmth that stayed on his body, there was no need for the needlessly quick replies.

So why was he doing it?

Y/N sighed a shivering sigh, as he clasped a hand over his chest.

He could feel it pounding against his chest, and anxiety clinged to his mentality again, yet not for any sort of paranoid reason in particular.

From behind the door, he heard slow and gentle footsteps, and without thinking-- he contorted his body towards the floor in a sitting position, as not to seem like he was just standing there for no reason the entire time.

Well, at least he tried to get into a sitting position.

His legs sprawled on the ground, his hands and arms supporting his upper torso, his head facing up at the ceiling. He looked more like he was in pain; before he could even think, the door slid open once more.

"Um, aporogies--" "N-- No.. No need to. Ah-- um, sorry, that was rude of me, continue.." Y/N only just realized how fast he cut off the man whoms eyes he grew so familiar with.

The man shot a look of concern for a brief moment, before continuing with what he was saying.

"Eto.. have you had anything to eat, Y/N-kun?" Politely asked Japan, placing a hand on the wall as he stepped in slowly.

"Anything to eat? Ah, um.. I've had some water to drink today, and a bit of chips, I think that's, uh.. it." Stammered Y/N.

"Rearry? Thats arr? My sincerest aporogies, if I had known how rittle you had eaten, I would have maken you something sooner." Japan bowed his head, a look of sadness brushing his face like a hand caressing someone's cheek.

"Ah, no-- no need, um.. you don't have to make me something if you don't want to, I'll manage." Y/N put up a hand defensively, not wanting Japan to do something for him like that so soon.

He didn't want to make Japan feel as if he had to do something for him just because he was staying there a while.

"Besides, I need to lose some weight anyway.. about time I started losing some." Added Y/N, but that only made the look of sadness on Japan's face more intense.

Japan's face looked like he just witnessed a puppy in a movie be murdered or something.

Japan didn't say anything to that, as a matter of fact, he only gave a even more intense look of concern.

It was starting to become apparent that Y/N was probably not going to be left alone after saying something like that.

A flicker of empathy flashed in his eyes, and he held a look of passionate dedication.

His voice became only slightly louder as he said; "Sushi. Amerika-kun said that was what you riked, right?"

"Eh?"

"Werr, i'rr go ahead and make you some."

"Wha-- what?! Japan, you really don't have to, man. I-- I can make some myself--"

"No, I want to make you some. It wourd be imporite of me to make you make your own. Prease, ret me herp you."

Y/N couldn't think of what to say, and finally, after endless thoughts screamed at him to not let him-- he gave in. With a bow of the head, he said; "Al.. Alright, I'll come out and eat then."

"But.. don't feel like you have to do this, I don't want you to feel pressured or anythin-- anything.." Y/N kept his face down, and fidgeted with his hands anxiously. Japan only replied with: "I don't feer pressured. I promise."

As genuine as his glowing eyes of bronzite looked, an aching feeling told Y/N that he was only doing it because he felt like he had to. And that only made beads of sweat accumulate from his skin even more.

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Y/N sat with his legs crossed at the small dinner table in the living room, Japan had finished the food he had so wonderfully crafted just for him. Taking small bites(as not to leave a bad impression), he kept glancing over at Japan occasionally.

Japan would be staring at his own lap sometimes, or sometimes he would glance back at Y/N, causing Y/N to look back down at his food and keep eating.

The food was wonderful, delicious I every way. No wonder he enjoyed sushi so much if this was coming from the man who invented it basically.

Y/N kept eating away, when randomly, Japan's low velvety voice began to speak. "Eto.. after this, maybe you shourd get some rest. You deserve some after what you went through." Suggested Japan, giving him(Y/N) a glance of worry.

Y/N rather fastly looked away almost immediately and spoke: "Um-- yeah, maybe I should! Hahaha.. it has been a long day after all, eheheh.."

Y/N only found that Japan's eyes of dark brown looked at him with even more worry.

"Your being oddry jorry for someone who just rost their home.. are you sure your arright?" Asked the asian man, cocking his head to the side out of curiosity for the state of this random strangers mental well being.

"Y-- Yes, I am, no need to fear.. or-- or worry.." Y/N stuttered back in response, and looked to the half-eaten sushi he had in the little utensils that the Japanese folks used.

Half of the sushi had been eaten from how good it was, but the increasing sense of nervousness flooding the room was making anymore sushi hard to stomach.

Y/Ns lips quivered, and he turned to look at the bedroom.

Sighing, they hurriedly spoke in a fast voice; "I.. um.. I think I'm full now, thank you, Japan.. for the, uh.. meal.. I'm sorry if I seem a bit hard to talk to today."

"Hard to tark to? No, you don't seem that way at arr.. sorry if i made you feer that way."

"No-- no, it's not you! It's just, uh.. i.. I'm just gonna put this up and head to bed now. See you.. well, not see you, you.. nevermind."

Y/N stood up at the speed of light, picked up the food, and quickly threw it away.

Racing thoughts of anxiety plagued him as he paced fastly toward the bedroom, and slid it closed.

Now that he was really alone, he could sulk by his lonesome til Japan came to bed too. Well, he wouldn't be by his lonesome for long.. Japan would come in to sleep soon.

Y/N let out a groan, why was he like this?! He shouldn't have been so nervous out there, Japan was just talking to him!

There was no need to feel scared of him, was there? So why was he acting this way-- no, feeling this way?

Y/N looked at the pajamas neatly packed in the corner of the room, the pajamas he owned.

With a sigh, he took them, and began to slip them onto himself. This was going to be a long night of trying to sleep, for sure.

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Japan had came in now, and currently, the light was turned plain off. Japan was sleeping right in front of the window, while Y/N slept on the right side of the room in a different futon.

He had to admit though, the futon was indeed quite comfortable.

He didn't know why, but with another person in a room with him, he always managed to sleep without any paranoia whatsoever. Yet this time was different, but it didn't feel like paranoia exactly.

Maybe it was because he barely knew this man, that was the only possible reasonable explanation.

Y/N yawned softly, and turned over to face the wall. He stuffed the blanket more closer onto the upper-half of his body, and hid in it like a little child.

He always felt soothed by big blankets, they made him feel at peace with himself.

He softly breathed in and out, but before slumber could pull him in into its tight embrace, he heard Japan talk once more.

"Werr, goodnight, Y/N.."

Y/N swallowed.

"Goodnight, Japan.."

#hetalia #japan x reader #aph japan #y/n #tw implied starvation of ones own self #tw implied depression #tw paranoia

[acefaun]

The King’s Labyrinth (8)

Synopsis: Being the notorious trickster that he is, the King uses a film you've recently watched with the gods as inspiration for his latest entertainment. It doesn't help that Leon looks like the Goblin King… Putting the thirteen of you in the Labyrinth, it only takes a little mind persuasion to get everyone to cooperate.

✨Masterlist✨ Female goldfish! An: We're finally at the last chapter! I'm probably going to use this ending with the King to my advantage later. After all… A wish is a wish. 😙

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8

—Word count: 2.6K—

Chapter 8: A Pseudo Happy Ending

“That was sufficiently entertaining. I have to thank you, human,” the King’s eloquent voice rang out in the empty space. “Tell me, (Name) (Last Name), what do you wish for as a reward?”

As I contemplated his question, I blinked. I didn’t really want anything other than to be back with my boyfriends who would remember who the heck I was. I also didn’t want to go through something like that again… “Send me home, please,” was my quiet request. It was all I’d been asking for. The following comment left my lips, “I’m tired…”

“Hm,” the King hummed, snapping his fingers to grant my request. “Sleep then, human. You’ll receive your due reward another time.”

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Sleep was a peaceful thing, something I felt like I’d been missing out on for too long. Though it was a thing meant to regain energy, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d been stuck in the longest dream—something I was desperate to escape from. 

Well… When I thought about it, I was trying to escape from something, wasn’t I? I recalled seeing the King of the Heavens, but beyond that, there wasn’t anything that really stood out to me. At least, until I thought about seeing my gods. Then I remembered the trouble I’d gone through the past 24 hours. 

The only question bothering me was where were the gods now?! 

Feeling too panicked to stay laying down, I shot up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Though, I wasn’t on my bed—I wasn’t on any bed at all, for that matter. I blinked furiously to straighten my vision, only seeing the mansion’s living room around me. Confused, I recalled being with Aigonorus before that whole dream started… or… was it a dream?

The sound of a page flipping made me divert my eyes to Huedhaut who was sitting alone on the opposite sofa, going through his Wishes work. It looked too normal of a scene considering he was a goblin just a few hours ago…

But my harsh staring seemed to have attracted his attention. His eyes flickered up to me. “You’re finally awake. Don’t you have anything you’d like to say to me?”

My eyes widened at suddenly being called out by him. I tried extremely hard to recall what he could have been talking about, but nothing was coming to mind. Wincing, I tried, “I… Uh… Good morning?”

“It’s afternoon,” Huedhaut sighed, his book settling on his lap. “Do you honestly have no idea what I’m talking about?”

“Uh…” I pursed my lips, my gaze trailing down to the floor. There’s no way we were on the same page now. 

“That ridiculous drawing,” he suddenly pointed out, making me flinch. Though, he wasn’t overly harsh about it; it was still the first time any of the gods complained about a work of mine—even if it was just something I’d done as a joke. “If you ever find it humorous to draw me in such a way again, I will tell Zyglavis about what you’ve done.”

“W- What?” Now I was confused. What could I have possibly drawn to make him threaten me with telling Zyglavis?! What was he going to tell Zyglavis?! Surely, there was no way we were both talking about the same drawing of the gods as little green goblins! If he was then wasn’t he overreacting? Slowly, I pointed out, “You’re… pretty mad right now. Um… Is it safe… to ask what you’re talking about?” 

His glare told me no, it wasn't safe at all to ask. Though, before he could proceed to tell me off, a new god entered the room. However, seeing Teorus didn't make me feel any more comforted. It turned out he had a similarly displeased expression. Pouting, he complained, “You're awake now that it's all over, huh?”

I certainly wasn't used to being the center of attention—negatively, anyway. “Ah… I'm kinda scared to ask… Is it that bad?”

“You,” Scorpio snapped, making me flinch. It was bad enough I had the Wishes gods on my case, but the Punishment gods were a different and scarier story! “You have some damn nerve.” 

It wasn't safe for my health to ask Huedhaut or Teorus, but it especially wouldn’t be good to ask Scorpio. Why were they all so peeved with me? As far as I was aware, I saved them from playing the King’s wicked game. Shouldn't they have been thanking me? 

Almost as if attracted to my horrible predicament, a few other gods joined the gathering in the living room, though I was sure it would only lead to more trouble. It surprised me when Aigonorus only had one calm request for me, “You need to stop drawing.”

I faltered. “W- What…?” Just the other night Aigonorus was praising my hard work and even laughing along with me, telling me how weird I was. This sudden change in attitude wasn’t something I was expecting. “Where did that come from?” Was my art so horrible that even the gods had enough of me?

Averting his gaze from me, he admitted, “Your drawings are dangerous. After you showed me that drawing you did of everyone, it became real. Either that… or we all shared the same dream…” He paused, squinting his eyes. “No… That’s not it. Your drawing just became real.”

“I have the answer to that,” Zyglavis said, his eyes narrowed in annoyance. He seemed to wear a similarly displeased expression as everyone else. Why did everyone seem to know what was going on except me and Aigo? His gaze laser focused on me, he asked, “Do you recall what you did with that particular drawing of yours?”

“Uh…” Hesitantly, I shrugged my shoulders. “I, uh, didn’t do anything illegal.”

Huedhaut hummed, a thought coming to him, “Perhaps it should be. If we were to create a set of ‘laws’ for you to follow, ‘Do not, under any circumstance, collaborate with the King’ would be the first law on the list.”

With all of their eyes pointedly on me, a cold shiver ran down my spine, making me tense up under their scrutiny. “You’ve got this all wrong,” I argued, trying to defend myself. The last thing I wanted was for them to think I’d sell them out to the highest bidder! “I didn’t go to him with any wild ideas or anything! He came to me and asked to see my work! W- What am I supposed to do? I can’t just tell the King no!”

“You’re a fickle little goldfish,” Leon argued, lounging into his chair. Part of me was relieved that he was also back to his usual self, though I didn’t appreciate him also joining their attack against me. “You had no problem telling me no. I was a King in your little fantasy world, wasn’t I? As far as I’m aware, you were fully aware of who we were and where we were.”

“That’s different,” I desperately denied. It wasn’t like I had a choice! I couldn’t just agree to stay with him in that world of his. “I was trying to get us home.” Taking in his relaxed way of teasing me, I shot back, “What about you? If you had it your way I’d be stuck in that castle with you and all the other gods would still be goblins! If anything, they should be mad at you, not me. You’re the one who wasn’t listening to me when I was trying to get you to send us home!”

Now he was interested in the little tiff I was having with the other gods. It didn’t seem to be a problem before I dragged his pride through the dirt. I almost regretted speaking my opinion with the dangerous way his eyes were glimmering. The corner of his lips curled up. “You look frightened.”

I groaned, shutting my eyes in anticipation for what was to come. It wasn’t fair that they were all upset with me. “It’s not fair I’m getting ganged up on like this. Can’t you guys have a little mercy? I ran an entire Labyrinth to get everyone home…”

Aigonorus was the first to nod his head and agree. He was there to witness most of it, after all. “That took too long… I’m really tired from following you all over. You should sleep with me as an apology.”

“M- Me?” I stuttered. Not that I was against the idea of sleeping with him, but he was accusing the wrong person, yet again! “Aigo, Leo made you chase me around the labyrinth like that. Why do I have to apologize for something he was making you do?!”

“Let me guess,” Karno added, equally miffed with me. “Leo must also be the reason behind why the King chose to trap us in that game and turn us into unsavory creatures meant to hurt you.”

“Uh…” I faltered, avoiding his gaze. He was getting a little too specific there. “Please stop making me feel like I’m in the doghouse… I didn’t tell anyone to turn anyone into goblins!” Pouting, I accused them, “What do you want from me? You’re clearly trying to make me feel guilty for something!”

Simply put, Huedhaut answered my question, “An apology. You’ve yet to apologize for the trouble you’ve caused us and here you are trying to push the blame onto Leo who only watched your movie with you. He didn’t entertain the King with foolish ideas.”

I blinked, staring at Huedhaut in confusion. Was that really all they were looking for? I looked away skeptically. There was no way that was going to be the end of this. They never ganged up on me for something as simple as an apology. My eyes narrowed as I looked back at Huedhaut. Cautiously, I did as he requested, “Well… I’m sorry? Sorry for… uh… talking to the King? Aaaaand sorry for pointing out things Leo did?” Earning a sharp glare, I quickly corrected myself, “Alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. He didn’t know what he was doing. Just like Teo would never have knocked Aigo in the head, and Lou never would’ve aimed an arrow at me, and-”

“I’m confiscating your ipad.”

That singular sentence from Zyglavis made me freeze, my eyes locking onto him. “No… No, no, no! I’m sorry! I’m so, so, so sorry! I won’t ever let the King see my art again! I won’t make you watch quirky movies with me anymore! Please, don’t take away my only sanity on Earth!”

He was clearly avoiding meeting my gaze, knowing he would give into my pleading otherwise. Instead, he pointed out, “Humans are all the same. If I don’t show you that there are consequences to your actions then you won’t learn.”

It tempted me to ask him if he was my mother or something, but I didn’t want to dig myself an even deeper grave. He was worse than a mother—he was the minister of the department of punishments. Curse his ability to know exactly where to strike! Pressing my hands together in a pleading motion, I tried again, “No, I did learn. I promise I learned my lesson!” Before I could rush over and latch onto Zyglavis to plead my case, an arm wrapped around me preventing me from going anywhere. Despite how Krioff was holding me back, it didn’t stop my cries, “Please! Ziggy, don’t do this to me!” At a loss of what to do, my hands helplessly landed atop my head as a sign of my distress. “What am I even getting punished for? None of this was my fault!”

Leon stared pointedly at me. “Don’t collaborate with the King.”

“I’m sorry,” I tried to insist, though they were just brushing off my apologies at that point. “I didn’t mean to make the King play with you like that! C’mon, you’re gonna make me sad. What can I do to make things right? You’re not gonna cold-shoulder me forever, are you?” There was no way they had the heart to do that to me. But they were gods and their determination was pretty strong. But… it was nothing against… my tears! My lips formed a pout as tears welled in my eyes. I dramatically whined, “Ooh, that’s it! It’s all over! You all hate me!”

“What… Uh… (Name),” Karno hesitated on how to address me, his hand resting gently on my back. “We don’t hate you. It’s just a punishment. Aren’t you overreacting?”

My head hung even lower at his question. “Our relationship is doomed… I’ve shoved everyone away with my careless actions… In the face of being coerced by the King, I’m estranged and ostracized by my loved ones…”

Huedhaut inclined his head, his eyebrows furrowing together in disbelief. “Now, where are you getting this vocabulary?”

“My emotional wounds,” I answered, my voice cracking. My shoulders sagged as if to display my physical anguish. “It’s fine I’ll… banish myself to the most dreary part of the mansion… outside!” Brushing off Karno’s hand and turning to leave, I was suddenly stopped by a firm hand around my wrist. Apparently there was a collective sigh that signified they were relieved someone stopped me from leaving. 

A yelp left my lips as they yanked me back. My face mushed uncomfortably into someone’s chest before I heard Krioff muttering from above me, “You’re not goin’ anywhere. Here-” I felt my ipad slip back into my arms before I was smushed right back into his chest, his arms firmly wrapped around me. “Don’t ever say we hate you—we love you—and don’t ever think we’re lettin’ you leave us. No matter how many times you screw up, our relationship isn’t over.”

“Krioff…” I quickly covered up a snort of laughter, pressing my face further into his chest. 

Unfortunately, he still managed to hear it. “What was that?”

“A- A sniffle,” I quickly excused, trying to make sure he didn’t pull away so I could hide the mischievous grin that crossed my face. To verify my excuse, I made a louder sniffle. “I- I’m sorry. I’m a little emotional right now. The fact that I’m not hated in this mansion makes me so ha-happy…!” I lost myself in a fit of airy laughter, that I quickly had to cover-up with fake sobs as I gasped for air. The only thing saving me was the deadly grip I had on his jacket. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay, (Name),” Ichthys tried to support me, his hand patting my head. “You don’t have to cry. We know the King was just using you. Geez, good thing we never let them catch you doing pranks with me. You’d never survive those punishments if you can’t handle this.” 

“You don’t have to cry so much,” Scorpio commented, indicating his discomfort when it came to someone crying in front of him. Only I froze, tensing up in apprehension as his hand landed on my shoulder. The both of us fell silent, and I held my breath. “You stupid goldfish!” I flinched as Scorpio twisted the back of my shirt in his fist, yanking me out of Krioff’s arms. “You think this shit is funny?!”

Immediately, I screamed in retaliation, “You’re the ones who started emotionally blackmailing me first and I don’t even know what for!”

Though, apparently the room wasn’t filled with as much tension as I thought there was. Ichthys started cracking up laughing at the look on Scorpio’s face. “That was genius! You should see the looks on your faces!” Grinning widely, he snapped his fingers, and I appeared in his waiting arms. “For a great prank like that I have to help you out of trouble.”

“Ichthys,” Zyglavis called after my partner in crime. “Come back here!”

Regardless of what trouble I caused thanks to the King, Ichthys was sticking to his word. Besides, even he liked the games the King played. So, it was safe to say that I was in good hands and safe from further scolding from the other gods—well… for now.

#star crossed myth #star crossed myth fanfic #the labyrinth #scm leon #scm karno #scm teorus #scm huedhaut #scm aigonorus #scm tauxolouve #scm zyglavis #scm scorpio #scm dui #scm ichthys #scm partheno #scm krioff #zodiac gods #department of punishments #department of wishes #crossover #fanfic

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♥️Feel better♥️

Itachi Uchiha takes care of his sick s/o who unfortunately caught a really bad cold during their mission together. Fortunately for her though, Itachi is there to take care of his baby until they get back home and Kisame is more than happy to attend to his close partners need too. (*proceeds to cry in loneliness *)

Warnings: 18+ shit man I had to come back up here and change the entire fluff message because I got horny and now it’s no longer just fluff. I tried my best sorry. There is still a toooon of fluffy lovey dovey content, Kissing, nsfw and dirty smut and slight ddlg That’s all🙂

@sleeepy-zeepy here’s one for us and our undying love for Kisame and @mangekyoitachi there’s enough Itachi for all of us to bus a nut for☺️☺️

Rain poured outside of the hotel you slept in. The hard pitter pattering on the window made you feel very uncomfortable, which was unusual because the rain usually eases your nerves, helping you fall asleep faster. Tonight however, you wouldn’t stop squirming in bed, your body feeling a little cold as you snuggled further into your lover. “Go to sleep baby”, Itachi sleepily mumbled, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him. Itachi already turned the heat up in your little hotel room and he made sure to get extra blankets for you tonight, but you still shivered beside him. He lazily pulled your shirt off, your pants coming off too as you tossed under the covers, making the job a little more trickier for him. Smiling, he placed a little peck on your cheek, whispering in your ear to ease you,

“Hey y/n, just lay still, I’ll take care of the rest”, he said, attempting to pull your pant off of your clammy skin.

“Noooo!”, you whined, kicking and shoving him away with your eyes closed, the intense tingly sensation flowing through your body making you feel very agitated.

“We have to get these off of you”, he said, almost forcefully holding you still so he could get this over and done with. Itachi just knew you were coming down with a fever the moment you stepped into the hotel. The pouring rain outside having drenched you, himself as well as Kisame, but they felt fine and you were a little uncomfortable.

After washing you down in a nice hot shower he finally managed to get you in bed, and now he had to take your pajama’s off so you didn’t heat up in the night. He also thought that having your skin pressed against his would help with your shivering and constant tossing.

When he held you tight, that seemed to do the trick, the heat of his body on yours feeling amazing and the skin on skin contact fired up your blood so it traveled through your body in waves of heat. Breathing out into his chest, you had first felt the warmth spreading across both of your feet, the pleasurable heat traveling upwards until you body lay still and you began to drift in and out of a much needed sleep. Eventually you’d fallen asleep, staying tucked right under Itachi’s hold until the bright morning sun shone through the misted window, the heat from the room plus the cold outside having steamed up the window well enough that the sun didn’t feel so harsh penetrating the room you two were cuddled up in.

“Is sleepy head finally awake?”, you heard the soothing deep voice above you ask. With a quick whine you buried your face into his neck, finding a better position while trying to get the covers on top of you, whining a little louder when you failed. Chuckling, Itachi helped cover you up, the vibrations of his chest soothing you back into a deep sleep while his arms wrapped around you under the covers. “There you go”, he whispered, deeply inhaling the natural scent of your skin before slightly dozing off again. You were just so exhausted, the extra sleep you snuck in confirming Itachi’s thoughts that you were definitely getting sick. He didn’t mind sleeping in with you this morning, knowing that some cozy cuddles would help get you through this much quicker and easier. He had already told Kisame that they probably wouldn’t be leaving their room today, seeing that you were a little grumpy when they walked in the hotel last night.

Kisame had woken up in the early hours of the morning, when you and Itachi were still fast asleep, getting a good workout in before he took a shower and sat in his bed to read a book, assuming that there would be a knock on his door if ever you two were ready to go back out.

Itachi couldn’t bring himself to sleep anymore, straining his neck to look over at the time. It read 12:45pm. When was the last time he slept in until noon? Carefully, he unwrapped your warm and sticky self off of him, gently brining the covers back over you before he sat up on the bed, the feel of soft cotton on his bare feet very refreshing as he stretched and yawned. A shower and probably ordering some breakfast would wake you up. Maybe you’d have to skip a shower this morning and just have breakfast.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the bright sun almost blinding you before you quickly covered yourself with the blanket. A big yawn followed by a stretch helped you wake up a little, the bed very warm and so was the room, your foot sticking out the side of the covers to test the temperature. Your throat hurt so much that even yawning was uncomfortable and you just knew that you were sick. The thought of the ongoing mission you’d have to take on today made you whine, the aches in your body bringing tears to your eyes. You could not possibly continue with your mission in this wet and cold weather. The yucky feeling washing over you enough to make you feel nauseas.

Your body automatically jumped out of the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom just in time for you to heave all the contents of your stomach out, which was mostly green tea and rice from the night before.

You couldn’t hear the door open and then shut as you still heaved over the toilet, fighting for a breath of air as your body continued to heave air over the toilet. A slightly cold hand ran down your back, another one flat against your forehead as your body finally allowed you to breathe again. “Not feeling too good today love?”, Itachi stated, wiping the wetness on your mouth with some tissues before flushing everything away. “Come here”, he said, easily scooping you in his arms to carry you to bed. “You’re very warm baby”, he said, your half naked body heating his clothed one up as he held you against him. Snuggling into his shirt, you appreciated the coolness his clothes brought against your skin from being outside the warm room.

A knock sounded at the door, Itachi quickly placing you under the covers to go and answer it. It was probably Kisame. His very close and trusted partner. “Kisame”, Itachi greeted, leaving the door open for him to enter while Itachi walked away to turn down the heat. “It’s way too hot in here Itachi”, the shark man groaned, closing the door behind him. “So she’s sick?” he asked, seeing you tossing a little under the heavy blankets. “Very”, Itachi replied, “I don’t think we should head out until she’s better. It’s just not going to work out until she’s in her right mind again”.

“I figured”, shark man replied, walking over to stand beside your bed. “Hey”, he awkwardly greeted. Noticing the bare skin of your shoulders be thought it be best he left now. At least until you were dressed. As he turned around to leave your warm hand caught his colder one, the coolness never fading away as your clammy hand remained in his large cold one. “Kisame, hey”, you whispered, your breasts now fully exposed from reaching out for his hand. Kisame felt his cheeks warm up at the lovely sight, quickly turning his head away in respect of yours and Itachi’s privacy.

“Uhm…y/n”, Kisame cleared his throat, looking over at Itachi for help, but his friend was too busy working on breakfast in the kitchen. “What’s wrong Kisa?”, came your raspy voice. “Well, your…uhm, your breasts”, Kisame answered, trying to look at everything but the voluptuous mounds on your chest, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand while the index and middle finger of his other hand were held by your loose and warm grip. “Oh sorry”, you said, letting go of his hand to snuggle further under the blankets. With a friendly huff he took a step back, turning around to walk toward the kitchen and talk to his friend, breathing in deep to ease the nerves you just spiked up.

“Kisame!”, your voice cracking at the end, a little cough escaping at your attempt to raise your voice. Shark man immediately turned on his heels, looking over at you in surprise. He was well aware of how needy and clingy you were, that was your natural personality and he kind of liked that about you. Sometimes your hugs and cheek kisses made him feel a little bit better, having you around was wholesome. He was glad you were with Itachi. The two of you were friends he never thought he’d be able to have. People that he was worried he could actually trust.

“Yes y/n…you okay?”, he asked, fully turning to face you, drowning in the comfort of your bed. Sharp white teeth peaked through his mouth when he saw your hand come out the blankets in search for his. Taking a few steps closer, he finally held your warm hand, his large one completely engulfing your own. The coolness you felt radiate from him was kind of nice and he could say the same about the warmth from your hand.

“You’re very warm y/n”, he said, running his thumb over your wrist, you wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing, smiling up at him when you responded, “Its freezing out there”. A light chuckle left his lips, “Y/n it’s ninety degrees in here , you can’t possibly still be co-”, he began to say, but his words were cut off when you casually sat up in the bed, stretching with your arm out wide before dropping it to the covers. He stood frozen in place, your hand still holding on to his. “Itachi!”, Kisame called, very loud, unable to handle the sight of your bare chest before him, your nipples a little perky from the slight change in temperature between the covers and the air around you.

“Kisame?”, Itachi responded, leaning against the door frame, “What?”, he asked, completely unphased by his half naked girlfriend holding onto his most trusted friend’s hand. Kisame looked a little confused, cocking his head in your direction while maintaining eye contact with him. A bead of sweat fell down the side of his forehead and it was not because the room was warm. “Can you get her a fucking shirt?” , Kisame finally spat out, unable to control the growing erection in his pants. “Sure”, was all Itachi said, grabbing one of his shirts from a bag pack and tossing it over at Kisame. “I have to make sure the soup doesn’t burn”, he said, hurrying to the kitchen, Kisames eyes widening in disbelief as he watched his friend disappear into the other room.

Swallowing he looked over at you and you looked right back at him, letting go of his hand to put both your arms up, your actions further exposing the shape and swell of your breasts. “What?”, Kisame asked, having long given up on not staring at your breasts, your dark and pretty brown areolae sweetly surrounding your brown nipples. Maybe they taste just as good as they loo- “Kisa?”, you called, distracting him from his heated thoughts as his eyes shot right back to yours. “Oh sorry uh, what’s up?”, he stuttered, fighting for his life trying not to stare again. “I’m ready for the shirt”, you said, lifting your arms up again. “Oh…o-okay”, he said a little confused. “Here”, he handed the shirt to you. “Please put it on for me?”, you sweetly asked, looking right into his eyes. How could he possibly say no to you. There was something so gentle about you that made him feel like he was crazy for not thinking of putting it on for you himself and for just a young second he almost understood the relationship between you and Itachi. Why you were so affectionate towards one another. It felt nice to be needed, even if it was in the smallest ways, like putting your shirt on for you.

“There”, he said, standing back so you could pull it down and fix it to your liking. “Thank you”, you yawned, lifting your arms up and making grabby hands. His eyebrows furrowed again, what’s this supposed to mean? “Pick her up”, Itachi said, bringing the breakfast into the room and placing it on the little wooden table not too far from the window. Kisame spun on his feet to look over at Itachi. This was weird. How was Itachi okay with any of this? This was his significant other. His lover. Partner. Literally his world and he was just letting him join it? “Uh, Itachi?”, he asked, now very confused. “I just saw your woman naked and now you want me to pick her up?”, he bluntly stated, unable to hold back the confusion any longer. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that”. Itachi sighed out loud enough, walking towards his friend. “Kisame, I thought we were partners?” Itachi asked.

“Yes we are”, shark man responded.

“And so is Y/N?”, Itachi asked again.

“Yes of course”.

“Then I want you to love and take care of her like you do for me. We’re all partners here and we should all take care of each other and trust one another. It also makes me quite happy that Y/N trusts you enough to ask for your care. That’s not something she takes lightly with just anyone….she’s sick and she needs both of us for a speedy recovery”,Itachi said, turning on his heels and walking away to go get another tray of food.

“Like she’s my girlfriend too?”, Kisame asked, a short huff leaving his mouth, finding the situation so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but be amused, but Itachi’s next words completely threw him off guard.

“Yes. You’re more than welcome to have her as your lover. She has more than enough love to give the both of us”.

“Wha-”

“Kisaaa, pick me up”, you whined, running out of patience as you waited for the two men to finish conversing.

“Go ahead, and come eat breakfast. She’s also really soft…unless you do-”, Itachi said but was cut off by the loud squeal that came of your mouth.

Kisame quickly placed both his large hands under your armpits and lifted you off the bed, your legs immediately wrapping around his bulky waist and your arms wrapping around his neck, a small satisfied smile on your lips as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

Itachi was totally right. You were extremely soft. Your breasts squishing against the muscular expanse of his chest, the warmth radiating from your body covering him like a blanket. The thighs that wrapped tightly around him and the way you snuggled into him made him feel tingly inside. Warm. You actually wanted him?

Obviously this wasn’t the first time Kisame had been with another woman, but it was surely the first time he’d experience affection on this level. The way you hugged him and clung to him like you’d normally do to Itachi made him feel needed, automatically making him wrap his arms around you and hold you closer to him, inhaling the natural scent of your skin.

“She needs to eat”, Itachi said from across the room, sitting down on the cushion closest to the wall. Kisame felt so relaxed as you held onto him, finally understanding why you and Itachi babied one another so much. He felt like he was melting, enjoying this so much that Itachi’s voice nearly startled him.

“Here eat”, Itachi said, bringing up the renge with hot soup to his mouth to blow before bringing it to your mouth. “Baby”, Itachi nudged you, smiling because you were falling asleep as you snuggled into his arm. “Huh?”, you said, your eyes barely open, trying to get yourself together and failing because of how awful you felt. “Come here”, Itachi mused, pulling you to sit in the little space between his legs so he could feed you better.

Kisame smiled at the two of you, his heart warming at the love Itachi was showing you, wondering if he could ever give that or receive that with you while he ate his food too.

After breakfast Itachi cleaned up, giving Kisame a chance to take care of you too. This was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond better…on a more emotional sense.

Kisame scooped you up from Itachi’s arms and placed you back in bed, your throat feeling much better from the soup you ate. You probably wouldn’t stay sick for more than two days with how well Itachi took care of you.

As Kisame was about to turn away after tucking you in, he felt your fingers close on his index and middle finger again, making him turn around to look at you. “Stay”, you sleepily said, weakly pulling him closer to you. As much as Kisame like the idea of cuddling with you, it was definitely going to take some time for him to get used to this.

Pulling the covers down, he crawled in to lay beside you, surprised at how quickly you managed to wrap yourself around him, almost laying on him like he was the damn bed. The minute you got comfortable you passed out, your steady breaths on his neck telling him that. With a sigh he pulled the blankets over you, relaxing into the soft mattress as his hands gently ran over your back.

This was nice he thought, his hand accidentally grazing your ass while he caressed you. He didn’t mean to, it’s just that because he was such a giant, you were quite small to him and your waist sat a little further above his waist, making it quite easy for him accidentally bump into your ass when he forgot that you weren’t covering his entire abdomen. Great. There goes the erection again.

He tried to calm himself down, opting to simply wrap one hand around you and place the other under his head, slowly dozing off, lulled by your slumber.

Kisame woke up with a light jolt, totally having let his guard down and succumbed to a slumber he didn’t even remember he enjoyed as much as this. How long was he asleep for? He could smell your scent all over him, realizing that his head was wrapped by your arm , your hand running through his hair while the other lightly scratched his back. If you were trying to kill him he would’ve of considered himself dead a very long time ago because your touch just made him so weak. That’s probably why he slept for so long. “I think he’s awake”, he heard you say, lifting his head up to look at you, his cheeks heating up at the realization that his face was buried right between your breasts. “Oh I’m sorry”, he said, quickly jerking back. “It’s okay”, you chuckled, “Someone was a little more tired than I was”, you chuckled again, your usual character coming back a little. That soup and some rest must of done the trick he thought to himself. “Kisame, glad you could catch up on rest”, Itachi said, right behind you, his hand reaching under the shirt he let you wear and slowly traveling up. He did that so casually, shuffling closer to you and pushing his knee between your thigh, the long and sweet kisses he placed on your neck making Kisame feel rather uncomfortable. Why was Itachi doing this right in front of him.

A feint sigh left your lips at the small roll of Itachi hips against your ass, his hand obviously cupping your breast under the shirt you wore, a tug of your nipple making you softly moan. Itachi continued to kiss your neck, softly sucking as he went along, getting closer and closer to your lips.

Kisame wanted to leave. He would’ve left long time ago if it hadn’t been for the way you held eye contact with him while Itachi fondled you, your hand lightly running along his beefy arm, while the other now intertwined with Itachi’s, gently gripping his arm when Itachi pinched your nipple harder.

Kisame was already rock hard, his erection forming an obvious tent in his pants. What the hell were you doing to him? Fuck y/n.

As Kisame contemplated his next move, Itachi’s hand slipped out from your shirt and reached out for Kisame’s. The shark man swallowed, a little nervous of where this was going. He had to admit to himself that the two of you made him feel very shy. You were just so beautiful, so soft and you smelled so good. He’d never been with a woman this intimately and the fact that his friend was inviting him into the world he was living in made him blush.

“You’re more than welcome to back out at any point”, Itachi said, breaking his mouth away from your skin to speak, leading his hand to your lower tummy. “Do you want to see her breasts?”, Itachi asked, Kisame almost choking on his spit, upset with himself for being so awkward. He’s made a mess of plenty of woman in his lifetime, quite easily, bringing them to a whiny ball of tears each time. He was natural at pleasing women, he actually craved for it sometimes. He craved to feel nails clawing his back and the clear liquid coating his face. He craved the way it smelled and the way it tasted, the sounds they made. He desired all of it but here and now he was worried that he wouldn’t be enough for you. What if he couldn’t please you how you wanted? Even if he asked…you were so gentle in everything you did and he was worried he would be too rough for you. Maybe a little aggressive. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off.

“Kisame it’s okay. Princess, be a good girl and get on your knees so our friend can help you out of your shirt”, Itachi spoke, noticing the hesitance in his friends eyes.

“Yes daddy”, you replied, already in sub space, getting to your knees with both men helping you, also now on their knees. Itachi behind you and Kisame in front of you.

Daddy? Kisame wondered, his dick twitching at how you easily obeyed your lover, the word coming out of your mouth in such a seductive manner, never breaking eye contact with Kisame.

Lifting up your hands, Kisame lifted up your shirt too, gulping at the wonderful sight of your breasts once again, before looking back up at your beautiful face. Itachi’s hands traced down your sides, gently cupping each mound and squeezing them, making Kisame swallow some more.

“My Princess is quite sensitive”, Itachi spoke, lightly pinching your nipple, Kisame witnessing the way your lips parted and your back arched a little, Itachi pulling you a little closer to him, he’s knees on either side of you as he dove in to kiss your neck, pulling out more soft whines and whimpers, Kisame nearly panting at how your body reacted, squirming in Itachi’s hold as he sucked and bit at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. The sounds you made would even bring a man like him to his knees, your back arching and your hands clawing at Itachi’s hands as he got rougher, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to whine out in frustration, your hips grinding the air for relief, your eyes barely managing to stay opened as you kept contact with Kisame.

“Would you like to try?”, Itachi asked, looking at Kisame with a hopeful look, watching him desperately nod.

Itachi smiled, “ Princess”, he called, “Yes daddy?”, you answered,

“Do you want Kisame to touch you too?”.

“Yes daddy”, you moaned, enjoying the way he still pinch and pulled at your sensitive nips.

A loud smack sounded, followed by a sharp gasp, Itachi having slapped your breast quite hard. “Whatever happened to your manners sweetie?”, he asked, lightly smacking the same breast again, Kisame deeply appreciating the way it bounced at the impact. Your hips jerked forward in hot want.

“I’m sorry daddy”, you apologized, your voice a little whiny. Such a good girl, Kisame thought, his heart beating like drum at how easily Itachi handled you, excited with how well you reacted. Was he allowed to spank you too? Was he allowed to punish you? To deny you? Make you beg and cry? No. It was all too soon he thought. He would definitely scare you away. Little does he know…

“Try that again”, Itachi spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

“Kisaaa”, you called, the way you said his name convincing enough, that it already sounded like you were begging. “Please will you touch me too”, you asked, and that was enough for him.

A soft sigh left your lips when his cool hands made contact with your hot skin, gently kneading them before squeezing, his eyes only breaking away from yours to watch how your breasts filled his palms, loving the weight of them in his hands.

“Don’t be afraid to play with her. She’s a very good girl”, Itachi spoke, taking your mouth into his in a searing hot kiss, tracing his tongue along your lips, pulling it back into his mouth when you tried to latch onto it, making you whine out in frustration. Kisame decided to test the waters, pinching your nipples between his thick fingers. Lightly jolting at the sudden pain you moaned, the smell of your arousal now clouding Kisames head, bringing out the inner shark in him. He didn’t want to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how else to be. He figured he’d just embrace who he really was like you always told him to, hungrily latching onto your nipple, immediately sucking and nipping, his sharp teeth introducing a sensation totally different from Itachi’s. It was way more intense and stung much more too, the pain drenching your black, cotton undies with your want. Itachi swallowed all your moans, holding your hips down toward him so you’d stop squirming and Kisame could enjoy himself in peace.

“Baby, does that feel good?”, Itachi asked, only centimeters away from your lips, your eyes lazily looking into his red ones.

“Yes, so good”, you breathed, your seductive voice forcing a low growl from Kisame, causing your hips to jerk forward too, Itachi immediately slamming them back to him.

He found your lips again, finally allowing you to suck on his tongue, your teeth accidentally grazing it as you tried to take the delicious pain Kisame inflicted on your breasts.

When Itachi noticed you were parting from him his hand came up to bury itself in your hair, now tongue fucking your pretty mouth, enjoying the way you sucked on it.

Kisame was far gone in the taste of your skin, your back perfectly arching for him and your nipples now extremely sensitive from having undergone his constant attention to each one. You yearned for more, the fire inside of you only burning Kisame, your squirming slightly nerving him. But you weren’t able to voice your need for more since your tongue was now Itachi’s treat and Kisame didn’t halt from his attack on your nipples, your soft moaning only music to their ears.

Tracing a straight line down to your heat, pressing his long index finger against your clothes folds, adding light pressure spot you needed it the most.

Itachi broke the kiss, oh how you loved kissing him. Sometimes all you wanted to do was kiss him. And the two of you would kiss for hours, tasting each other’s mouths and feeling each other’s bodies.

“Please!”, you whined, trying to grind you hips against Kisame’s finger but Itachi stopped you, making you whine louder.

He needed you to come hard. At least three times so you could sleep the night away. And he wouldn’t be mean tonight because you weren’t feeling well and with an additional man pleasuring you, he really didn’t not want to overwhelm you.

“Here baby, let me help you”, came Kisame’s voice, your nipples finally getting a break from his delicious torture. Something about Kisame calling you baby made your heart sour. “Okay Kisa”, you moaned, letting him slide your panties off of you, adjusting yourself so you could help him get rid of them.

Once they were off, your legs lay on either side of him, draped over his thighs, Itachi having placed a pillow under your lower back to get you to cum faster. The easier you came the more often you came and the more often you came the better rest you got. Well that was just one of his plans for tonight.

Kisame immediately understood the assignment, waiting for Itachi to help you into a more relaxed position before they could start lovingly breaking you.

You lay on your back, on top of Itachi, who fondled your breasts and enjoyed your mouth, your thighs on either of Kisame’s, your soaking heat bare and ready for Kisame to enjoy.

Kisame smiled at your squirming, placing a hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Don’t worry sweet thing” Kisame said, his free hand rubbing your thigh. “I’m going to take good care of you, but I need you to be patient okay”, he added, placing both his hands under each of your thighs, lifting them up onto his broad shoulders. “I want to take my time, so I can savor you”, his warm breath now on your inner thighs. “So just relax and let me taste you. I promise you’ll come as soon as I’m satisfied”, he finished, his mouth now centimeters from your core, the smell so heavenly. It was your smell and he was obsessed.

Whimpering you couldn’t help but buck forward, desperate for the ache in your core to be relieved. “Ahhhhhh”, you moaned out in surprise and pleasure at the feel of something very warm and roughly textured drag between your folds. Kisame slowly dragged his tongue up and down your folds, the rough texture adding a new sensation that made your back arch. You felt him spread your lips wide open, already whimpering in delight at how he would pull your little clit in his mouth and suck on it until you came all over his face, but to your disappointment he continued to slowly drag his tongue up and down, only passing over your clitoris with slightly added pressure before dragging it back down and sinking it in your heat. “Ahhhhhh! Fuck!”, you cried out. You certainly did not want to cum like this. You did not want to cum like this.

Itachi kisses you once again, exploring your mouth, biting your lip and caressing you, while Kisame’s wonderful tongue worked you terribly closer to your orgasm, his rough tongue dragging up to your clitoris and back down to fuck your tight hole. Clearly he wasn’t joking about savoring you and you did not like that one bit.

Itachi could sense that you were about to cum, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as you struggled to kiss him back. You wanted to push him away from you so you could concentrate on not cumming, but he kept on pushing your hands back down. Out of frustration you ran hands through Kisame’s hair, gripping it so you could angle your hips so he’d finally focus on your clit, but he was very strong and you were sick and on the verge of an orgasm so it didn’t really work out.

Itachi finally broke the kiss, his eyebrows furrowing, analyzing your current frustration. You were going to cum so there was no reason for you to be this whiny.

“Princess, just relax and let Kisame take of care of you. Stop fighting him” , he softly spoke into your ear, but his words only flew out the other as you grip the sheets as hard as you can, shitting your eyes tight to try and not cum.

Kisame could sense your resistance. “What’s the matter y/n? I told you to be patient” he said, stopping all his motions to look up at you. Tears filled your eyes, your body still squirming as both men simply watched you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

“Well?”, Itachi said, placing soft kisses all over your face. “Answer him”.

You absolutely did not know what to say because nothing that you could’ve possibly said right now would make sense as to why you were fussing so much.

Kisame’s stare was so cold, and you just knew he wouldn’t give in to any begging, so you redirected your attention towards Itachi, who looked at you a little more lovingly.

“I want him to suck on my clit”, you said, embarrassed to be asking for such. Kisame heard you, interested in what Itachi’s response would be.

“Ask him to do that”, he simply said, running his thumb along your swollen lip.

Sighing in defeat you looked down at the man between your legs.

“Kisame…”, you said, feeling a little nervous with having someone you weren’t emotionally connected with pleasuring you.

“Yes, talk to me”, he said, his hand lightly rubbing the thigh that sat on his shoulder.

“Please…uhm, can you suck on my clit a little more?”, you finally asked, biting your lip at the devilish look he gave you.

“I’m still savoring you. You taste very sweet and I’d like to enjoy you for as long as I can before you start kicking and screaming at me”, he said, pushing your other thigh off of his shoulder and closer to your chest.

He smiled at your whining. “If you keep on whining I won’t let you cum…you’d like to cum won’t you?”, he asked.

“Yes pleaaasee”, you whined, a tear falling down your cheek.

“Okay then will you sit still and let me eat you out?”

“Yes Kisa”, you said, taking in a deep breath.

Itachi cupped your cheek, his dick painfully hard at the sight of Kisame between your legs, making you squirm like this.

“Good girl”, he said, coming down to softly kiss you, Kisame spreading your lips apart once again.

This time he started lazily circling your throbbing clit with his tongue, enjoying the way you arched your back, unable to buck your hips up with the new position.

When he felt you getting too excited he stopped, opting to tongue fuck you, the strong muscle stretching you out enough to make you cum, the minute he sensed you getting closer he stopped again.

Itachi swallowed your loud whine, running this thumb along your cheek.

Kisame remembered that you weren’t feeling well and if you were any other woman he wouldn’t care, he’d still break you like this, edging you to tears, but because it was you, he felt a little sympathetic, finally latching onto your clit and roughly sucking.

Your back arched off the bed, Itachi still holding you down and forcing his tongue into your mouth, hushing the harsh screams you let out as you suddenly came, the liquid that built up inside of you squirting out, Kisame happily lapping it all up, overstimulating you while at it.

The restrictions the two men had on your body drove you to tears, the pleasure exploding inside of you from having no where to go but through you. You were forced to take the pleasure, shaking like a leaf by the time your squirting subsided.

Itachi broke the kiss, admiring your beautiful orgasmic face trying to breath through the overstimulation. “Okay okay, I’ve got you, just breathe”, he whispered into your ear before looking down at Kisame who was still softly sucking on your nub, careful not to bring his rough tendencies out.

“Go ahead, she can handle another one”, he said, Kisame nodding in approval, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his middle finger before slowly sinking it into you, the thickness of his single finger stretching you out so well.

“Oh f-fuck!”, you cried out, your words barely forming at the pressure Kisame placed on your gspot, revealing his sharp teeth in a satisfied smile, before roughly fingering you, your poor cunt immediately gushing more, spraying all over Kisame’s beefy arm.

“Ahhh there you go. Yes good girl”, he growled, latching on to your clit again to roughly suck on it, while Itachi held you still, almost smiling at how you struggled, enjoying the pleasure your teammate gave you.

After you’d cum for the fourth time Kisame decided you needed a little break, spreading both your thighs apart and licking the juice that spilled onto your thighs, his sharp teeth leaving little bruises behind as he nipped and sucked, your body shivering and your soft moans filling the room as you slowly calmed.

Itachi cradled your up half in his arms, hushing you with kisses, cuddles and praises, gently wiping your tears away.

“You’re such a good girl, you look so beautiful with Kisame between your legs”, he whispered, wiping the sweat on your forehead off with his hands before planting a kiss there.

“Would you like another one princess?”, Itachi genuinely asked, his heart melting at the shaky “no thanks” you let out. Even through your orgasm you still remembered your manners.

As much as their dicks painfully throbbed in their pants there would be no pleasure for them tonight, yours being the priority.

“I’ll go get a towel”.

Kisame stood up and walked towards the bathroom, returning with a warm damp towel, slowly cleaning you up but his touch was not as gentle as Itachi’s, dragging the towel over your sensitive clit like you had no feelings, your hands coming up to block him but he simply held them, quickly wiping you squeaky clean before heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“I need you please”, you whispered to Itachi, “inside me”.

“Baby, you need to rest”

“No…please, please I really want you on top of me”, you begged, bring up your hand to cup his cheek, his eyes still slowly spinning, having recorded the entire session, capturing your vulnerable expressions.

How could he possibly say no to you, his good little princess.

“Here baby”, he said, placing you flat on the bed before coming up to stand, stripping right in front of you.

You reached your arms out for him, your hands rubbing his back he hovered above you, brining his fingers to slowly rub your clit, instantly regretting your decision to let these men get off too. You just hated for them to not have a good time too, even though they both were happy with just rubbing it out in the bathroom.

“Please slowly”, you said, wrapping your legs around his torso as he lined himself with your wet entrance.

“Anything for you love”, he said, pushing himself all the way into you with one, unexpected thrust, causing you to scream, the stretch and fullness steadily overwhelming you, making you whimper, your back arching in pleasure.

“Not too hard please daddy”, you begged, Itachi bringing your hands up above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held onto your hip for grip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, your tight pussy squeezing him so deliciously.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take it care of you, just relax”, he responded, tugging you a little closer so he could get a better angle. “Ahhh! f-fuuuuck”, you screamed, the first thrust hard enough to crumble you. Now why tf did you suggest this. Now you had to hold out until the end.( gotta see it through my boi)

“Ah babyyy, you feel so good”, he said, thrusting into you again, getting into a steady slow rhythm, making you bury your head into his shoulder and biting.

He filled you so much and you wondered how you always forgot how he felt inside of you the moment he left you, his slow thrusts deep enough to stimulate your A spot (the part at the back of your vjj that people think is the cervix) and you just knew you wouldn’t last long.

His black hair dangled above you, his warm breath all over face as he spoke to you, telling you all the things he admired about you, that he would take care of you until he died, expressing how much he loves you with his heavy deep thrusts that drove you to insanity and with the sweet words from his heart. Words that you could still clearly hear even though your thighs shook and you began whimpering, you could still hear every word he spoke to you, your heart exploding with all the love you have for him, tears running down the sides of your face as you came, the feeling so intense with Itachi still making love to you.

“OoooOh m-my gosh b-b-baby, I c-can’t”, you cried, stuttering “I love you’s” to him as he chased his own orgasm, your orgasm milking him so well that he knew he would cum soon and he wondered if you could cum again.

Picking up the pace he let go of your hands, bringing one to your face while the other started rubbing your nub.

Throwing your head forward you shut your eyes tight, mouth wide open and your hands death gripping the sheets as the pleasure grew overwhelming, another orgasm threatening to crash into you so hard.

“Fuck yes! You’re so close baby, I’m so close. Ah shit! I’m going to cum baby, will you cum with me? God come with me my good little princess! I love you so much”, he moaned, chocking on his words as his thrusts grew sloppier, moaning your name as he unloaded deep inside of you. The feeling of his seed being released inside of you sending you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as your vision clouded.

Opening your eyes the entire room was dark, only the dim light of the moon coming through the window.

Your hand was resting under your chin, your body huddled very close to someone, another man pressing against your back, the feint breathing of the two men reminding you of the night you shared. With a smile on your face you turned over, trying to not wake up the two handsome men pressing on either side of you, bringing Kisame’s hand to wrap his arm around you as you softly called at Itachi.

“Itachi…Itachi, wake up”, you whispered, his head instantly jolting off of the pillow to feel for you in the dark. “Yes love, what’s wrong?”, he sleepily said, wrapping his arm around your back to pull you closer to him, the warmth you shared with the two men absolutely delicious. If you could choose you’d lay here forever, with the two men who made you feel safe and sound, happy, loved and taken care of. You mostly felt overwhelmed with love for the two of them, because even though you weren’t romantically involved with Kisame before this night, he still stood beside you like a true partner in everything.

Your felt a hand silent rub your ass, squeezing it hard enough that you let out a small gasp, wondering what Kisame was up to. “You’re all awake?”, came his deep voice, his hand pushing between your thighs to cut your naked pussy. “Uh! Kisame”, you moaned, “I just got up”.

“And You’re surprisingly wet?”, Kisame teased, placing softer kiss on your shoulder. “Why”, he asked, now running his fingers between your folds, l your juices lubricating each one so he could gently rub your clitoris.

“Oohhhhhh!”, you moaned, His fingers pushing into your tight walls, sinking in deep until he felt that spot that made you cry out in pleasure. He started slowly rubbing it, nothing compared to how rough he was early on, quickly bringing you so close to orgasm, your hand intertwined with Itachi’s , while he softly breathed, aware of what was going on but still tired.

Before you were able to cum Kisame stopped, and before you complained about it you felt his incredible size enter you, the sudden intrusion making you scream. You were so tight but he slowly kept pushing into you, spreading your ass nice a wide for him to go a little deeper.

As soon as you felt him touch your cervix your body couldn’t handle it anymore and Kisame could sense that. He was very cold a sensing these things. His fingers started circling your clit, giving you time to adjust to his size, but you already broke down, a wonderful orgasm crashing into you in intense bursts, your soft screaming having long woken Itachi up, his mouth latching into the nipple that Kisame’ was not tugging on, softly sucking on it, enjoying the softness in his mouth.

Kisame started moving, his slow thrusts very intense, leaving you screaming and whimpering with every thrust until he came hard, deep inside of you, biting your neck during his release.

You were so exhausted, your orgasms so intense having to manage his size but he didn’t pull out of you, lifting your leg up so he could get a better angle.

The new angle was absolutely sinister, making you cry, Itachi whispering sweet nothing’s in your ears to help you through it. He was going so deep, and so hard, his fingers on your clit keeping you on orgasm mode.

Having to take it easy on you and also trying to pleasure himself was a bit of a challenge for him, he need more, he needed to fuck you faster, his hips brutally picking up the pace, intensifying your orgasm and making you squirt, making a mess on everyone and the sheets.

Even after he came for the second time your cries couldn’t subside, your body still squirming as this orgasm lasted much longer.

The only thing Itachi could do was hold you tight, rubbing your back as you quivered on top of him, Kisame gently wiping the two of you clean, placing towels on the wet spots of the bed for you all to lay down on.

In the morning you felt rather refreshed, your congestion having cleared up and your throat completely healed.

Itachi and Kisame were lay on either side of you, lazily stroking you as they woke from their sleep, the sunlight filling the room once again.

You were sound asleep, too cozy to try and wake up. All you wanted to do today was lay in bed with your two partners, their arms wrapped around you like heaven.

#naruto imagines #naruto fluff #fluff week #itachi fluff #uchiha itachi x reader #itachi x reader #itachi x reader x kisame #itachi smut #itachi imagines #kisame x y/n #kisame x reader #kisame smut #kisame imagines #nsft post

[peculiarlylost]

Amberprice Fanfic Compilation

To whom it may concern,

I've been felling quite shitty lately and nostalgia is the only thing keeping me breathing, therefore I'll be providing you the best Amberprice fanfic recommendation you didn't ask for.

Previous warnings before you proceed: a. Amberpricefield it's not my cup of tea, so you won't find any here; b. This was made completely based on my own literaly taste (don't come for me if you hated it all); c. I've been struggling with keeping my focus for long periods of time, that's why you won't find a lot of multichapter works here. I'm really sorry, but a long history requires a lot of brain cells and I've burned them all lately; d. Huge thanks for all the amazing authors who wrote this pieces, you've been doing Gods work; e. Fell free to recommend all types of Amberprice fanfic that I missed out. I've made this thinking that someone could be felling as shitty as I'm felling right now and could use some escape from reality to help cope with everything else.

START OF THE LIST

1. Buried Childish Qualities by Scorpion_Queen (https://archiveofourown.org/works/27196012/chapters/66428533) Amberprice + Summer Camp = pure nostalgia. This fanfic fells like those endless summer nights where you would stay up until dawn doing absolutely nothing simply cause you could. It reminds me a little bit of "Looking for Alaska" by John Green which only added for the nostalgia felling.

2. Castles in the Air by Scorpion_Queen (https://archiveofourown.org/works/19161673/chapters/45544687) When I started my marathon of reading Amberprice Fanfic until my eyes stopped working, something that really pissed me of was the over-the-top romanticization of Chloe and Rachel. For me, the beauty in their characters was the visible flaws, that's what made them "touchable". No one is completely good or bad (except Mark Jefferson, fuck him), and this author understood beautifully this assignment. Definelly a must read if you like the nuances of their relationship. Chloe and Rachel are actually Chloe and Rachel in this one.

3. Slumber Party Rules by Scorpion_Queen (https://archiveofourown.org/works/28055220) At this point you must think that I'm in love with Scorpion_Queen. Well, you're completely correct! It's been a while since I loved so much an authors work that I wasted long hours reading all their pieces. I couldn't thank Scorpion enough for that. Basically, this one shot involves a game of truth or dare from Max pov. It was very interesting seeing how other characters interpret the relationship between Chloe and Rachel.

4. Coward by Mogatrat (https://archiveofourown.org/works/11067531) Smut + Angst = pain. I'm a huge simp for authors that shows the ambiguous relationship between them. It's a very quick read, ideal for poop time (that's me trying to be funny).

5. Every Move Just for Herself by Mogatrat (https://archiveofourown.org/works/15923051) Mogatrat do a FINE job when the business is Smutt + Angst. Also, the internalized homophobia is *chief kiss*. This is a very quick read, so you know...

6. Pink Bubblegum by Danganphobia (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13155687) This one just fells like home. It's the type of reading that just fells right, you know? It's easy and uncomplicated. Do you remember how I said it that i hated over-the-top romanticization of Chloe and Rachel? Well, my hatred does not apply to this one. HAPPY ROMCOM AU Y'ALL. Just accept this gift without further explanation.

7. Yours by craashintome (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13210812) Another gift without further explanation. HAPPY ROMCOM AU Y'ALL!

8. Strawberry by Danganphobia (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12627669) Here's the thing: after a while, reading fanfic and pretending that the real world is a mirage got me quite happily alienated. Therefore, that's my excuse for all the fluffy one shots in a role. So, you know, enjoy yourself :)

9. Notice Me by lunargrrrl (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13505091) The format of this one fells like a poem. Honestly, I never thought that something like this would captivate me at all, but it definely did. Pleasant surprise to say at least.

10. So, You're a Fatalist Then? by Dandybear (https://archiveofourown.org/works/12434655) After I read this one, it took me a while to read another Amberprice Fanfic. I have this theory that most of us reads to live a life that do not belong to us. We have the privilege to simply escape. And I loved to escape the fact that Chloe and Rachel never left Arcadia Bay. This piece reminded me what actually happened.

11. Can't Complain About Much These Days by breezered (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13267965) Do you remember the cutscene in the end of Before The Storm where Chloe paints her hair completely blue? Well, I hope you do, because Rachel helps her out in this one. Believe me when I tell you that you need a little bit of fluffy after the last one.

12. Please Don't Be My Valentine by Ghost_In_The_Hella (https://archiveofourown.org/works/18082052) Conversation Hearts by Ghost_In_The_Hella (https://archiveofourown.org/works/29562945) No need to call me Santa or, in this case, Cupid (ba dun tss). Valentine's Day Special y'all!

13. Tonight I'll Lie Awake, Felling Empty by orphan_account (https://archiveofourown.org/works/4583376) If there was a Life is Strange Before the Storm part II, this piece would definely be a part of the plot. If you need more persuasion to read this masterpiece, I will leave you with this quote: "For Rachel, who doesn't believe in past regrets, it will probably be like it never happened."

14. Alright in the Evening (Baby With You) by breezered (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13214394) That's the euphoric felling that Rachel tried to describe to Chloe the night after the play, where everything is possible and running away is the easiest thing in the entire world. This piece fells light.

15. And the Forest Burned (You See Smoke) by breezered (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13153557) This one destroyed me in the most beautiful way possible. I've been staring at my computer screen for a embarassing amount of time trying to describe how this made me fell so I can indoctrinate you to also read it, but I'm failing horribly. Do you know that book that list 1001 things you have to do before dying? Well, if I've written that book, reading this fanfic would be one of those things. If that's not enough for you, stay with this GENIUS quote: "No, loving Rachel Amber doesn’t kill you. It never burns out, not really. Her absence doesn’t make the fire fade or dwindle, it stokes it and stokes it until the passion and the heat from loving a ghost burns you up and leaves you empty. You spend every second of every day painfully loving Rachel Amber until there’s nothing left for you to give, no more energy and no more attention." (I'm also in love with breezered. What can I say? I'm a whore).

16. The Way You Kiss me (Will Work Every Time) by breezered (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13343250) This author is just *chief kiss*.

17. Gone by orphan_account (https://archiveofourown.org/works/16579007) I've never seen a single soul in this Earth that doesn't love Smut + Angst. Have fun kiddos :)

END OF THE LIST

#max caulfield #amberprice #life is strange #rachel amber #chloe price #arcadia bay #fanfic #smut #women loving women #bts angst #maxine caulfield #victoria chase #kate marsh #nathan prescott #lis bts #life is strange fandom #life is strange before the storm #life is strange spoilers #chasefield

[oliviajdjarin]

Chapter 8: An Apology

Warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, references to an incredibly painful past, references to murder, references to torture, lots of crying, references of being shot/stabbed. This is really heavy, so please proceed with caution.

Author’s Note: Thank you to EVERYONE who has shown any support for this! I am very proud of this series and it makes me very happy people are enjoying it 💜

(I cannot remember where I got this gif from, so if it’s yours please let me know so I can credit you!)

After Mando left, you sat in your silent sobs for what felt like hours.

It could have been hours for all you knew. It’s not like you cared anyway.

All you did was sit in your guilt and shame, allowing yourself to digest all you’ve done. You have been pushing this down for so long, and now it feels like there is no stopping it.

A person can only pretend for so long, and you would give anything to just go back in time and reverse it all.

So many faces flash in your memory of people you’ve killed and cheated for the Empire, and it’s an absolute hell. None of these people deserved what they got. None of them. And yet you still did it.

No matter how many excuses you make for how you became a part of the Empire and all the torture they put you through, you still did it. You are still an enemy to the people you held so dear after so little time.

You are a monster.

After a while, you hear Mando’s footsteps entering Kuiil’s house again. You don’t even know where Kuiil is, you honestly forgot he even existed.

Maybe he will forgive me, you think to yourself. We were in a similar situation?

You see Mando’s helmet enter through the doorway and you feel the smallest, tiniest fraction of butterflies you once had for the man returning.

But the butterflies are immediately squashed when you remember you are about to be thrown out. Again.

Just because you handled it once before doesn’t mean you have the strength to go through that now. Especially after everything you’ve done.

You feel his eyes scanning your pathetic, patched up form on the ground, and the storm inside of you starts to rumble again.

Please… please not again.

He sits down on the opposite side of the ship, resting his hands on his knees. He folds his hands, and you swear you hear him take a deep breath.

“She needs to calm down, that’s all,” he says, referring to Cara, and you find some strength to nod. Your eyes are burning and your muscles want to explode from exhaustion. Your mind is keeping you awake, while the rest of your body just wants to sleep.

“I…. I wouldn’t have let her kill you,” he says, and you shut your eyes, feeling the tears start to rise again.

Why, you think to yourself. It would be easier for everyone if I was just dead!

You still somehow keep yourself together, wiping your nose with your sleeve. He can see how much pain you are in, but you were praying he didn’t pity you. You didn’t deserve it. Especially from him.

“I have only heard stories about red lightsabers. They belong to an evil, dark side of the powers that the kid has,” he says, and you nod.

He has to understand. You know he understands. He always has.

“They’re called Sith… right,” he asks, and you finally make eye contact with him.

“Yes,” you croak out. Your voice sounds like you hadn’t talked for a hundred years, but Mando just nodded.

Yes, you think to yourself. I am a Sith.

The fact that Mando knows who and what you are now is the weirdest combination of feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders, but at the same time, one double the weight has been added.

He was talking so gently. Like he didn’t want to rub it in your face.

He has to be doing this so I don’t kill him when he kicks me out, you think.

Why else would he have any respect for me? No one else ever has?

He takes a moment to process, and then he asks, “The Emperor was a Sith… wasn’t he?”

You feel like a sword has been stabbed through you one final time, but you don’t want to make him feel like he’s hurting you, so you just nod slowly.

You have to save your strength for when he asks you to leave. You know he will ask you in that calm, gentle voice that will haunt you forever.

He understands you fought for the Empire. You killed, destroyed, and lied for them. Their blood is forever stained on your hands, and now you got Mando bloodied.

He deserves an explanation, or at least an apology, so you mumble a quiet “um,” signifying you were about to speak.

Even if he doesn’t believe you, he needs to know you didn’t want this. Ever.

“My uh… my parents sold me,” you mumble while sniffling.

You can tell his interest is peaked because his entire body leans forward, silently asking you to continue.

How can he even look at me right now?

You proceed to tell him the story of how your parents were servants to an evil family who never gave them a fair pay. They were incredibly poor, and they had you outside of wedlock, so they were looked down upon even more in their society. They hated you for it. They took any chance they could get to get you away from them.

When the Empire came to your planet looking for recruits, your parents jumped on the offer. They didn’t mind the extra handful of credits that came with it too.

“No matter how much I hated them, they were still my parents,” you say.

“I didn’t want to leave them, so when the stormtroopers went to drag me away, I got so angry. I didn’t know it at the time, but the force channeled through me in my anger. I used all my strength, and sent them all flying through the air,” you say, while laughing uncomfortably at the memory.

Your eyes still burned and your muscles screamed for relief, but you had to keep going. Mando deserved to know the truth.

“That’s the last thing I remember of that day, and the next thing I knew, I was sent into training. I went through countless masters, but none of them could control me. I was just so angry. All the time,” you said with a sigh.

“I would refuse to do what they asked, and even when I did what I was told, I would hurt them instead. I never listened.”

You took a deep breath. This next part was going to hurt.

“They finally realized that I could not be controlled, so they….. tortured me,” you say, trying not to allow the weakness in your voice to show through.

If you got emotional, it was more likely Mando would think you were crazy. You had to keep pushing.

You cleared your throat, and continued.

“They made me do everything, Mando. They made me tear down towns, cities, planets. And if the people didn’t succumb to the Empire’s rule…,” you say, and you can’t even finish the sentence.

“I finally got away years later, and I escaped to Tattooine. They tried to stop me, but it was no use. I could beat any stormtrooper or Imperial guard they threw at me,” you say.

“They hurt me enough to know that I wouldn’t come back…… I hadn’t even come close to helping anyone but myself until I met you,” you say.

You take a deep breath and rub your eyes.

You did it, you think. He knows.

You let him digest your story. He listened intently and respectfully the entire time you were speaking. He never interrupted, he never became angry, he just stared at you and digested it all.

It was quiet for a while, until he stood up.

“The Empire killed my family,” he said, and all your composure went out the window.

You assumed that the Empire hurt him, it has hurt everyone, but this is on another level. It felt like you had been shot again, but this was way more painful. Your heart shattered for him.

You always knew the universe was cruel, but you had done horrific things, so you always thought it was payback. Now you knew the universe was truly cruel.

“I am….. so sorry,” you manage to say through your burning throat. Tears were streaming down your face, but you managed to stay relatively quiet. It’s not like crying for them would bring Mando’s family back.

He moved to you slowly and kneeled down in front of you.

You couldn’t meet his gaze. You just stared at the floor and wiped your eyes. You were hurting him, just like you hurt everyone else. It felt like hell on earth and you were convinced you were the worst person that ever lived.

“You… you don’t have to believe me Mando. I know I hurt so many people, and even if I didn’t want to, I still did what they asked,” you say, trying to fill up the space.

“You can kick me out, kill me. Anything. I just want you to know that I didn’t choose this. I swear on everything I would do anything to be any other person in the whole galaxy.”

You finish and finally meet his gaze, begging him to say something. Anything.

He stands to leave, and you finally accept your fate.

He gets to the doorway, your final hopes of forgiveness leaving with him.

“I believe you,” he mumbles, looking back at you.

“We will talk more tomorrow” he says, and he leaves you.

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Little Bones 2

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series); harassment, general creepiness, unwanted touches

This is dark! (biker) Thor x chubby!reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: You’re a city girl stuck in a small town, but Birch isn’t as sleepy as it seems.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown and When the Weight Comes Down

Note: We got another part and I hope you love biker!Thor as much as I do. It’s lots of fun.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 2: Better butter your cue finger up

The bottle of wine sat on your counter and you hid away the vodka in your freezer as you resisted the temptation of both. The library made hangovers even worse with its bright lights and tedious nothingness. So you tried to ignore the tapping at your shoulder, the persistent tug of your paranoia, and pretended that nothing had changed. In Birch, nothing did change, right?

The click of your mouse and the loud tapping of keys filled the silence of the library. Colin snored with eyes wide open. It was hard to tell when the old man was awake or sleeping. You weren’t sure there was a line left between the two for him. He spent most of his working hours in the back on the other side of the windowed wall although what exactly he did there remained a mystery.

There wasn’t very much to do there outside the occasional school visits in which students walked down to complete some research project or the teacher’s held a crafting circle. You liked those days as often you could join in and help wrangle in the pupils as they explored the sterile shelves.

Melissa stood and her chair rolled back with a grumble. She stretched and bent to grab her purse from under the desk.

“I’m going down to Bab’s. You want anything?”

“Hmm,” you tapped your chin as you leaned back. “I wouldn’t mind a latte. Oh, and I think they have the banana loaf today. A slice of that too.”

You peeked under the desk and sat forward to grab your bag from the cubby beside your PC tower. “Nope,” Mel stopped you, “it’s on me today. I need a breath of fresh air anyway. Even if it is cold as hell.”

“Oh, thanks, Mel,” you smiled and grabbed a pen to click in your monotony. “We should dig out the Christmas decorations soon. It might actually give us something to do.”

“Maybe for an hour or two,” she pulled her jacket from the rack that stood against the wall between the front counter and the back room, “We could try something new this year. I saw these lights online, you can program them with your phone.”

“You think Colin could handle that?”

“Like he would even notice.” She laughed and pulled on her coat and grabbed her purse. “Latte, banana bread.” She recited. “I’ll be back.”

You watched her go then stretched your legs out as you arched in the chair. You fell back limp and closed your eyes. You could fall asleep right there. You really couldn’t blame Colin for his waking trance. This place made your ears buzz and your head spin.

You heard the whoosh of the automatic doors and sat up. You were surprised at your visitor but not disappointed. Melissa’s daughter approached the desk as she swung her bag in her hand. You could tell by the little wrinkle between her eyebrows that she wasn’t happy.

“Your mom’s just gone to Bab’s,” you rolled closer to the desk. “You must’ve seen her.”

“I saw her.” She said tersely. She stilled her fidgeting and planted her dangling purse on the desk. She sighed and crossed her arms. “I’m here to talk to you.”

“Is something the matter?”

You were nervous. You knew her as well as her mother and you got along. You shared an interest in old Hollywood and a taste for dry history and humour. You liked her, envied her even for having a mother like Melissa.

“I hate doing this. I hate when he makes me do this.” She dropped her arms and instead gripped her hips. “You want to come down to the Asp tonight? For a drink?”

You chuckled and clicked the pen. “It’s Wednesday. I have to open tomorrow and--”

“Hrgh,” she huffed. “I’m sorry but it’s… not a question.”

You put the pen down and clamped your lips together. She shook her head and looked away.

“It’s an order. From Bucky.” She tapped her toe on the carpet. “I tried to tell him that you wouldn’t want to come so late. That you know, you work. He just doesn’t listen and--” She heaved and threw up her hands in exasperation, “I tried.”

“But… me? I don’t even know any of those… people. It’s not really my scene.” You swallowed and dug your nail into your thumb. 

“I’ll be there. Same with Steve’s girl from the bakery. She’s nice. And…” her eyes were dull but irritated, “look, if you don’t show up, Bucky will go and find you. Everyone in town reports to him. You don’t have to be in his club, he owns Birch.” She grabbed the thin strap of her small purse and drew it from the desk, “you don’t want to learn that the hard way like I did.”

You knew it wasn’t Bucky who wanted you there, you suspected that big blond brute who had chased you down the street. Her anxiety fed yours and made you uneasy. If she were that afraid, how scared should you be?

“I think you know my answer considering I’ve been given little choice.” You said firmly. “What time?”

“Seven. I got him to budge on at least that. You won’t be out too late.” She gave a weak smile and twisted the strap of her bag. “Stay close to me and I’ll do what I can. You know, with Steve’s girl, I really tried…” She looked away and rolled her as they turned glossy. “Sometimes, Bucky listens to me and I’m figuring out how to make him.”

“Why are you with him?” You whispered. “Why--”

“You think it’s a choice I made.” She blinked and sniffed. “No, it was made for me when I was born in this god forsaken pit.” She thrust her purse over her shoulder and shrugged. “I don’t know why anyone would make up their mind to come here.”

“I can’t say I’m happy with the decision.” You returned.

She sent you a pitying look before she spun away. She marched back to the doors as her mother nearly collided with her. They spoke for a few minutes before the younger left and Melissa came over to plop her goodies on the desk.

“New latte flavour, candy cane. I figured we might get a bit festive.” She announced.

💀

You stood outside the Asp and stared up at the snow-covered marquee. The powder began to fall just after noon and collected along the small ledge below the image of Cleopatra.  You wore a bright pink toque with an oversized pom-pom and tucked your chin down against the matching scarf tucked down the front of your cherry-coloured coat. You stuck out among the grey of Birch.

You didn’t put much effort into getting ready. You kept on the same polka-dot blouse from work and traded your trousers for faded jeans and a pair of knee-high boots. You took a breath and stepped through the doors, barely avoided the rush of snow that fell down behind you.

The bar smelled of beer and a stale but pungent dinginess. You looked around in the low din. The bartender, a woman named Lucy, dried several glasses and stacked them on a shelf and every man in the place wore leather. 

You found Melissa’s daughter next to Bucky as he squinted at his closest accomplice, Steve. The shy girl from the bakery was tucked under his arm as she picked at the hem of her short skirt. You cleared your throat as you pondered leaving.

A figure on Bucky’s other side stood and you frowned as that man, Thor, smiled at you like a puppy. You fixed your mouth into a straight line as Bucky’s girl rose and waved you over.

“Hey, you made it,” she said. You didn’t miss the way Bucky’s hand slid up her thigh.

“Yeah,” you said flatly as you rounded the table.

“Kitten,” Thor greeted as he pulled out the chair next to him in a flourish. “I’ve a seat just for you.”

You looked from the chair to his face. You made no move to sit.

“If that’s not to your tastes, you can sit in my lap.” He taunted.

Your lips parted in disgust and you grabbed the back of the chair. You wrenched it away from him and backed up steadily as you dragged it around the table. You stopped it next to Steve’s girl and unzipped your jacket. You sat and shrugged out of the coat then crossed your arms. You tore your eyes from the large man and smiled at the baker girl.

“The banana loaf was good,” you said. “Sorry I didn’t make it down.”

“Oh, it’s ugly out there,” she turned in Steve’s hold and his arm slipped down around her waist. 

You could feel Thor’s constant gaze as you humoured the girl about the weather and listened to her story about how Mrs. Deeton sent back a blueberry scone for not having any blackberries. You did your best to blot out the rest of the bar.

“Kitten, you want a drink?” He interrupted and you peered over at him. You glanced from him to Lucy as she stood and awaited an order.

“Do you have ginger ale?” You asked her directly.

“We have club soda or iced tea right now.” She said with venom.

“Iced tea, thank you.” You fished through your purse for a fiver.

“Put it on my tab,” Thor insisted.

“No, it’s fine, I--”

You held out the bill and he reached across to snatch it from your hand. “On my tab.” He repeated and the barmaid stomped away. He tossed the five back to you and smirked. “Keep it, kitten.”

You swiped it up and turned back to Steve’s girl. She looked frightened as she stared at the blonde man and slowly returned her attention to you.

“Um, so, I was going to tell you the secret ingredient to Bab’s banana bread but you have to promise not to tell.”

“Sure,” you leaned in and she whispered it in your ear and giggled. 

“I’m not supposed to tell.” She uttered as she touched her cheeks guiltily.

“I’ve been telling her she don’t need to worry about rules,” Steve intoned as his fingers danced on her hip.

“My mother made the best banana cream pie,” Thor interrupted. “She handed the recipe down to me. My sister was never much into sweets.”

“Oh?” Steve’s girl turned to Thor. “We don’t serve that at Bab’s but we have lemon meringue.”

“Mother made that too. She showed me the trick to perfect peaks. I could show you.”

Steve growled and pulled his girl closer. She looked at him as he sent a heated glare at Thor. She touched his chest and cooed at him to relax. Lucy returned with your iced tea and you took it eagerly as the tension burned at your face.

“So, kitten,” Thor scooted his chair around the table as you set your glass down, “what trouble did you get into today?”

“I work at a library.” You uttered dryly.

“And did you enjoy your wine last night? I always heard it’s better with company.”

You jutted out your jaw in annoyance and looked at him. He was painfully persistent.

“Excuse me.” You stood and nearly gave him a face full of your chest. You looked to Bucky’s girl as she listened to his incessant grumbles. “Where’s the restroom?”

“Just down there,” she pointed along the far side of the bar.

“I could show you,” Thor offered and you waved him off.

“I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“Yes, you are,” he purred and you backed up as his eyes grazed your hips.

You were all too eager to hide in the bathroom and closed yourself in a stall as you tried not to scream. You had dealt with perverts before. Often you were the butt of some joke. The wingman settled for the chubby girl so his pal could get laid. Those types thought you were desperate and had no qualms with getting handsy on the dance floor. But college was long ago and Birch wasn’t known for its nightlife.

After a moment, you were able to steady yourself and you left the stall. You stood by the grungy sink and stared at the mirror. Why you? Why was this idiot bugging you?

You went back out with reluctant steps. You passed a drunk man at the bar talking about some feat of machismo in his foregone youth. As you neared the table, you froze in the spot as you listened.

“...she’s fat anyway.” Steve snarled and laughed meanly.

His chortle was curtailed as a chair scraped on the floor and the baker girl cried out. Thor forced Steve to his feet but the front of his tee shirt. He pulled him past his girl and brought him close as he growled down at him through flaring nostrils.

“I like you, Rogers, but your mouth makes it real hard.” Thor sneered.

“What the fuck?” Steve struggled against him, “let me go.”

“I’m not sitting here shit-talking your woman, eh. You might have little respect for them, but I do.”

“Jesus Christ!” Steve was on tip-toes as he was held up by the other man.

“Apologize.” Thor demanded.

“Wha--”

“Dammit, Steve, say sorry.” Bucky snapped.

“S-sorry, dude.” Steve stuttered.

“Not to me,” Thor turned and to your surprise, he thrust Steve around to face you. “To her.”

You stared in shock as Steve straightened his shirt. He was like a petulant child as he looked you in the eye. “I’m sorry.”

“For…” Thor prodded.

“I’m sorry I called you fat.” Steve looked away.

“I…” you didn’t know what to do or say as you glanced past him to the other girls. “Well, I am so it’s fine.”

Thor shoved Steve back and his thick brows drew together. “Don’t listen to him,” he said. “I like a little extra.”

“Hey,” Bucky’s girl interrupted as she stood suddenly, “the table’s free. How about I get Wanda and we can play some doubles, just us girls.” She touched Bucky’s shoulders, “leave the men to their business.”

Thor’s shoulders fell and he shook his head. He grinned at you even as his disappointment shone through.

“Sure,” you answered as you stepped around him. “Sounds fun.”

💀

You focused on the felt. It didn’t help block out the blazing heat of Thor’s leer. You refused to look over at him and instead pretended to be enthralled with the game of solids and stripes. 

When you were a kid, you went to the youth centre and played with the rest of the kids desperate for a distraction. In uni, you enjoyed your plastic cups of cheap sambuca and coke at the campus bar and chalked up the cues. You were no expert but you could hit a good shot now and again. Your mother used to recount tales of her hustler father. Maybe it was his blood that kept your hand steady.

The other girls played as a pair as you handed off to Wanda. She wore the cut of the Birch’s club and her dark lipstick was the same shade as the leather. You saw her now and again with the men. She smoked her cigarettes out front and watched the town with indifference.

Wanda took her shot and clicked her tongue as she scratched. You shook your head as Steve’s girl scrunched her nose at the table. You were even; three stripes and three solids. She went around the far corner and awkwardly positioned herself over the side. She reached back to tug down her short skirt, she was clearly uncomfortable in the revealing outfit.

She sunk her mark but her next stopped short of the pocket. She shook her head and apologized to Steve’s girl who assured her with a pat on the shoulder. You took the cue from Wanda and walked around the table. You walked back and wondered if you could sink two in one. It was a possible angle but could you hit it?

You tilted your head and sighed. You bent and brought your foot back as you squinted and carefully positioned the cue. You couldn’t decide whether you should try to spin it to the right or hit it straight on. You knew the power you needed but you couldn’t afford to hit a stripe.

You almost tapped the cue ball as you felt a warmth over you and suddenly a hard torso was against your back. You went rigid as Thor bent over you and put his hands over your as he adjusted your aim. His hot breath wrapped around your neck.

“Almost, kitten,” he pushed his crotch against your ass.

You pulled the cue back so that it hit his ribs and he grunted as his hands fell to the edge of the table. You took the shot and pushed out of his grasp. His hand dragged over your ass as he stood straight and touched his side with a wince. 

“I got it.” You said as both balls rolled and dropped into opposite pockets.

He chuckled and bit his lip. It was almost a snarl as he watched you across the table and you sensed the bated breaths of the other women.

“I like a woman with a firm grip,” he winked, “And confidence.”

You looked back to the table as he loomed on the other side. You sunk the last solid and lined up for the eight ball. A straight, easy shot that even the most amateur could get. You ended the game and Wanda clapped as the other girls grumbled their congratulations.

“Best out of three?” Steve’s girl asked.

“I’m sorry to disappoint but I have to work early.” You leaned the cue on the table. “I showed up and now I’m done. It was fun, girls, but I’m gonna turn in.”

You smiled at each of them and your face fell as you passed them and went to grab your coat from the chair where it still hung. Thor was less than subtle as he followed you to the table and watched you zip up your coat over your chest. You slung your purse over your arm and pulled your hat on as you braced for the chill that awaited you.

“You shouldn’t walk alone.” Thor intoned.

“It’s a small town. I’m fine.” You spun away and again, he followed.

At the door, you turned back and crossed your arms. “Look, I can handle myself, buddy. Now leave me alone.”

“I’m just being nice.”

“You’re being a pest.”

“You love it.”

You huffed and closed your eyes to keep them from rolling back into your skull. You looked at him again and bit down on your words. “Do you ever give up?”

“On you, never.” He grinned.

“Well, be a good dog and stay.” You jabbed your finger in the air. “Stay!” You repeated as if he was a hyper dog. “Good.”

You quickly slipped through the door and booked it across the street. The door didn’t hit the frame but was instead caught as his boots scuffed out behind you. You peered back as you reached the other side and kept up your steady jog. He watched you but did not give chase.

“I’ll sniff you out one day, kitten,” he called out. “Pussy, pussy, pussy.”

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DROWSY.

levi ackerman x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.4k

song: before i close my eyes // xxxtentacion

note(s): soft levi lives in my head rent free and that's perfectly okay he can stay for as long as he wants to

Your hand pressed against your back as you stretched, stifling a yawn that echoed through the hallway. You swore you could hear your joints wailing out in distress, every step feeling as though you were dragging a weight behind you that was five times your size. Your bed was calling out to you in more ways than you could count, the idea of snuggling under the covers absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long and tiresome day, to say the least. After waking up early and in bright spirits, you made the decision to go on a long morning jog. To ready yourself for a presumably easy day. But those words came back to bite you when Captain Levi dropped you and your comrades into an intense training segment that lasted all morning. Then proceeded a heavy clean of headquarters in the afternoon. Ordered to rid the underside of the tables of dust and to clear those sneaky corners of muck that had festered far too long. To put a long story short; you were about ready to drop dead on the floor by the time evening rolled on by.

You loved Levi with all your heart, but unfortunately, your relationship with him didn't come with any bonuses. Yes, you saw a softer side on occasion, but the man never allowed bias to take over during work hours. You were treated the same as the others; a soldier in the ranks. A member of Levi's squad. When you did right you were praised and when you did wrong you served the consequences. Levi would set you on a thirty lap run around the camp perimeter if he saw fit, and there was no getting out of it. As much as you could complain, you knew it was for the best. When it came down to it, Levi was your superior as well as his partner and there had to be some line between the two.

Plodding along the hallway, your bedroom door up ahead was your saviour. You could practically taste the sweet rest waiting for you on the other side. Though just before you could reach your salvation, a voice from the neighbouring room stopped you in your step and tore you away from it.

"Y/N,"

Levi.

It would be lying to say you didn't whimper, so close to a good night's sleep yet so far all in one go. But you weren't so selfish that you'd ignore your lover's call because you were simply exhausted. Yes, you considered it... but resisting the urge gave you credibility, right?

Regardless, you exhaled a sigh knowing it would be wrong not to respond. That man you called your partner had ears like a cat anyway. He probably heard you make your way down the hall or noticed your shadow under the door and had sensed your halt upon his call. So dragging your eyes away from the vision of your wonderfully made bed (Levi having been the one to tuck the sheets in that morning since he was the last one up. So no wonder you were fantasizing at the idea of collapsing on there) behind the door of your room, you set your gaze on the door to Levi's office instead.

You realised it was open just a tad, explaining Levi sensing your approach so easily. Pressing your hands against the wooden frame, you pushed it open and popped your head around the door, forcing your eyes open no matter how much they pleaded to close against the candlelight.

As expected, Levi was seated at the chair of his desk. Neck-deep in papers that he'd been working on most of the night. One shorter pile to the left and a taller one to the right - one pile waiting to be looked at whilst the other sat completed. You wondered which one that was... and prayed for Levi's sake it was the tallest pile to allow him a good night's sleep.

His greyed eyes didn't look up upon your entry, something you just managed to notice through the strands of wispy black locks atop Levi's head. That seemed to indicate he was focused on the task at hand, especially from the way his hand efficiently worked at the pieces of paper like it was on autopilot.

"Yes, love?" You asked, resting against the door for a brief moment as your tiredness caught up with you. If you had reacted to it a second later you believed you would have tipped over from loss of balance, and you were relieved when Levi spoke up once more - his voice jolting you upright.

"I need you to take some papers down to the Commander for me," Levi stated, a certain tone in his voice indicating his own form of tiredness. But you knew that rarely stopped him and his work, the man willing to stay up until the early hours of the morning just to get it finished.

His words made your body panic, unsure if it could muster a journey all the way to Erwin's whereabouts. You had barely walked up the stairs of headquarters well, let alone travelling back down them and then all the way back up again.

"It can't wait until tomorrow?" You tried, chewing the inside of your cheek gingerly. From the way Levi glanced over his wad of papers, grey eyes filled with doubt, you knew it was a longshot. "It's just late, that's all. You need to rest,"

"No," Levi ceased all action, slouching down in his seat briefly as his fingertips held the bridge of his nose. His version of a short break and a way to bury his annoyance down. It appeared to be one of those nights, where he was swamped with work and didn't have the opportunity to simply 'head to bed'. "I'm still nowhere near done, and I don't have the time to take the ones I've already looked at to Erwin because of that," It was there his hand propped up, elbow resting on his other which has splayed over his chest. He motioned you over, eyes skipping between you and the seat opposite him until you got the message.

You were delayed in realising, feeling guilty at your inability to proceed Levi's words. You heard them, but fatigue seemed to seize hold and throw them out the window before your brain could comprehend the meaning. You hoisted yourself off of the doorframe, letting the hinges squeak the door shut behind you as you made your way to Levi's desk. You then sat yourself down, hands pressed to the chair arms as your attention steered to your partner.

"Okay... so which pile am I taking?" Was your question, forcing a small smile to at least seem interested. The black-haired man straightened up, eyes skimming over the papers on his desk and seemingly on the floor too. That made your brow raise, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in wonder. What was behind the desk?

Levi proceeded to push his chair back with his feet, his head quickly disappearing under the table as if to grab something. You rested your cheek in your palm as you waited, a hint of a frown as you waited. Your assumptions were correct as, after a few seconds of scuffling around, Levi reappeared from under the desk - standing up to place yet another pile of paper wherever his desk had the space to hold it.

"This one," He addressed, exhaling heavily once he was comfortable in his seat again. Just when you thought that was it, Levi pushed the taller pile of papers forward as well, and it would be wrong to say you were joyful of the sight. In fact, you were very much dismayed, the sight of the multiple piles of papers meaning more than one trip.

Suddenly you wished the shorter pile was the finished one.

"And this one," Levi spoke with little character as per usual, gazing upon the piles of papers like they were nothing more than a pile of dirt. Clearly, he had experienced little joy going through them, but work never got done whilst complaining. The only words ringing in his mind to convince Levi to get his head down and focus. "You'll probably need to take two trips,"

"You don't say," You commented and sighed to yourself. For hours you had awaited your mattress and now look at you, even further away from reaching it as before. It was a big shame you woke up in such an energetic mood and was ending the day feeling like you couldn't lift a finger. "And if I cant find Commander Erwin?"

"He should be in his office," Levi returned. "But if not, place the right pile on his desk," He then gestured to the left, hand pressing on top for emphasis. "This one will need sorting, however. Just separate the tags in the stack and the drawer they belong in is on there. It shouldn't take you too long, just make sure the files are in the right place or Erwin won't be pleased. Oh, and try not to drop them, please? I'd rather not lose four hours worth of work because of your two left feet -," Levi was cut short by a sound he was not at all expecting. A snorting noise caught him off guard, but when he looked up at you in question the answers quickly came pouring in.

It appeared in Levi's ramble you had grown bored. As there you were, head lolling forwards as your arm tried to prop it up, eyes closed and snoring away to your heart's content. Levi quirked a brow at your behaviour, then scoffed lightly. The man couldn't say he was surprised, of course you would nod off to sleep exactly when he needed your help. At a time where he was swamped with things to do and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Y/N," He tried after a minute or so passed, Levi frowning at the lack of response. If anything, the snoring grew louder. It was there he tried again, a little more firmly and loudly but still, nothing.

Typical.

Levi sat there in silence and disbelief, watching your frame rise and fall with each intake of breath. Meanwhile, you simply slept on without a care in the world, but it's not like he could leave you there. Leaving you sleeping in such a way was bound to cause a nasty neck and backache the following morning. So with a sigh, Levi hoisted himself out of his chair and walked around his desk to your side. Then he knelt down to your level, hand landing on your shoulder to give you a gentle but firm shake.

"Y/N," Levi spoke, a little softer this time, all whilst trying to nudge you awake. It appeared you had only lightly nodded off, as, after three or four shakes, you stirred out of your little nap. Your eyes shot open to meet Levi's observing you closely, a hint of a frown to his face as he did. In your state you barely noticed though, too busy trying to shake off your drowsiness but failing miserably as your eyes merely drooped more.

"Levi?" You mumbled tiredly, lifting your gaze towards your lover, puzzled over why he was so close to you. "What is it?"

"You fell asleep," Levi said with hesitancy, glancing away from you for a second before he continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Yes... everything's fine," You reassured, sending him a reassuring smile. Levi narrowed his gaze, prompting you to keep going. "It's just been a long day, that's all,"

"I see," Levi nodded, noticing your lack of attentiveness and sleepy demeanour. All of which you tried to force back through your smile. But Levi knew you better than that. He could see straight through the façade just how you could see straight through his, acting as though you were fine when it was truly quite the opposite. That was enough for Levi to suspect something was up, and that little switch in his head that differed between his role as Captain and partner flipped in an instant.

"Sorry... y-you were saying something before I dropped off weren't you?" You asked and pointed to the papers on the table. "Something about them?"

Levi turned to look at where you gestured, seeing the papers that still needed taking to Erwin. He contemplated still asking for your help, but it was obvious from just the way you looked alone that you were long desperate for rest. So exhaling a small sigh, Levi reluctantly cast his gaze back onto you and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it," He allowed his hand to leave your shoulder and moved it to your face. Where he tucked a few loose strands of your H/C hair behind your ear, continuing. "It can wait until tomorrow,"

"Are you sure?" You asked through a yawn, leaning into the hand that Levi proceeded to support your cheek with. The subtle graze of his thumb over your cheekbone relaxing you to the point sleep nearly stole you from him once more.

As much as he disliked tampering with his organised routine, Levi knew sending you on errands whilst so tired would do you no good the next day. Perhaps he had pushed you a little far without realising, the thought running through his mind later on in the morning. You'd been lagging behind your comrades more than usual. Much opposing to you typically being at the front of the group and urging them on over the other way around. Whilst it wasn't as obvious in the afternoon, the strain in your expression as you scrubbed the floors and countertops had peeked its way through to him. Levi knew you in and out, and the frustration displayed ran much deeper than that of germs and bacteria. That was blatant now more than ever, so the least you deserved was a good night's rest. Just because he could run on little hours of sleep didn't mean you could.

"Yeah," Levi admired you under the dim light of his office after he spoke. Your inattentive gaze somehow continued to hold such focus as you looked back at him. The way you smiled with such love and yearn. How your cheek felt warm in his palm like he was holding the entire world. Which he was really. He was holding his entire world.

"Oh... okay," You said and your eyes drooped shut, not reopening. That brought Levi to act, blinking out of his daze and pulling himself to his feet with a sharp inhale.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said and slipped his arms around you, lifting you into their secure hold. You didn't protest, too tired to make a sound as you adjusted to the new position. A comfier position that ensured security and safety. One hand supported your back as Levi's bicep acted as your pillow and his spare arm hooked under your legs. You could feel the ever so gentle thump of Levi's heartbeat close to your ear, much opposing to his regular temperament - curt and firm and even quite harsh at the most.

Levi carried you out of his office, using his foot to open the door as he proceeded to venture down the hall to your shared bedroom. The place you had been going to before you were called to his aid. You kept your eyes closed the entire time but didn't nod off just yet, the bobbing motion of Levi's walk both drifting and stirring you from sleep. It wasn't long before Levi was pulling back the sheets whilst he only just managed to hold you with one arm. You made it easier by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, giggling lightly to yourself when you almost slipped. Somewhere in Levi's silence, he found it amusing. Perhaps not verbally placed, but you sensed it nonetheless. Still, he downplayed it with concern, his hand pressing against your back to hold you closely against his frame.

He placed you down with care, hand only leaving your back once it rested on the mattress. Sliding it out, it returned to the sheets as he placed them back over you. Meanwhile, you watched through half-lidded eyes, following where Levi's gaze trailed. Mainly sticking to the sheets he tucked in for you out of the goodness of his heart, though flickered back to you on occasion. His eyes contained a warmth that opposed their normal grey colour. A warmth that he usually failed to place into the spoken word and resorted to showing it rather than saying it.

Eventually, Levi finished, his hands stopping their skilful movement and pressing into the pillow on either side of your head. He was silent for a moment, observing your tiresome state and realising just how fatigued he was too. He battled the urge to collapse on the bed beside you, pull you into his arms and fall fast asleep. To ignore his duties for just one night. Give himself a treat and spend the night snoozing away like the everyday citizen. But Levi knew that was irresponsible. He had been irresponsible enough leaving the paperwork so late. It also wasn't the life he had been fated to lead, regardless of how pleasant the idea may be in the subconscious of his mind.

"I still have a lot of work to do," He uttered no louder than a whisper, exhaling deeply in an apologetic sigh and hating the idea of traipsing back to his office to work. "I'll have to join you later but I'm guessing you'll be asleep,"

"It's okay," You hummed, head tilting to the side as an innocent smile formed on your face. "Do I get a kiss good night, at least?"

Levi couldn't fight the small chuckle that escaped him, head proceeding to hang forwards and shake too and fro at your words. He truly felt he didn't deserve you and the love you gave him. Always so understanding, never complaining about his packed work schedule. How you made him feel steady and kept him sane. Perhaps it was because you were a soldier too and knew how time-consuming the job was, but Levi was grateful for all of it. The man met your eyes, a certain radiance in them that he'd refrain from showing to anyone else other than you.

"You're twenty-nine years old and you act like a child," He remarked with no ill intent, the laugh that elicited from you music to his ears.

"Yeah, and you chose to -," You were cut off, Levi leaning forwards to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You hummed in approval, forgetting the words you planned to say and instead enjoyed the display of affection. Levi lingered longer than usual, an indirect apology for the fact he had to leave you with the bed half cold. You didn't question it, knowing Levi's work never truly stopped and granted him a break. The fact he'd even paused just to tuck you in comfortably was enough to satisfy your needs, whether Levi would believe that or not was up to him. But your eyes fell closed, both from bliss and sleep catching up to claim control.

Gradually your lips loosened on Levi's, indicating you had nodded off. He opened his eyes and pulled back in question, watching your head tilt faintly to the side as your pillow held its weight. Levi exhaled deeply, leaning down to plant one final kiss on your forehead. Then he hoisted himself off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Good night, Y/N," He said once there, glancing back at you one final time. From where he stood, you appeared merrily at peace. Finally grateful for the embrace of your bedsheets after a dragging day of nonstop training. Levi did feel somewhat bad for being a cause for your tiredness, knowing that he could sometimes be cruel when playing his 'Captain' role. But he couldn't favour you just because of his feelings, and the fact you rarely made that an issue provided him relief like no other. Still, Levi's guilt asserted as he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

Why... it wouldn't be terrible if he let you sleep in a little bit past the wake-up call, would it?

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