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[fakeuwus]

IM IN SEATTLE. SEEING ENHA TMRW. IS THIS REAL LIFE.

[hsllfirescoopsreblogs]

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「 ✦ supernatural ✦ 」

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all dean and sam winchester stories i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some with have summaries if provided <3 (only 4 links currently)

dean winchester

@luci-in-trenchcoats

+ the fake boyfriend

- Reader bumps into a strange and her life gets flipped upside down…

@wildwestdean

+ transposition

-a spell goes wrong and ends up with you and sam switching bodies. neither of you tell dean, which ends up being the greatest decision you ever made

sam winchester

@stylesparker

+ closer than friends

@castiwls

+ dress

-'Our secret moments in a crowded room. They got no idea about me and you'

MASTERLIST

hopefully all links work, let me know if not <3

last updated april 28, 2024

[violetorvee]

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

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𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓴

https://discord.gg/PZzUNW79

[volterran-wine]

Drunken Joy || Demetri, Felix & Heidi

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒: "Could I have some drunk head canons of Felix, Demetri and Heidi, generally and with a mate, do they get flirty, sentimental? Let’s say there was a celebration or something and that’s why they’re tipsy, you can do just them being drunk or looking after a tipsy s/o if you like, whatever you like! I just got the image of Demetri trying to dance despite being adorably uncoordinated, Heidi being giggly and Felix telling stories x"

I feel like these three together is either the most wonderful and fun time, or someone ends up crying because they lean on one another so much. But adding a mate into the mix as well? Oh it is downright asking for a scandalous tale.

!𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! None.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

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—  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎

If Felix has a mate: When this man is sober he looks at his significant other as if they hung the moon and stars, when drunk it is as if his mate is god incarnate; and him their humble servant. He would spend most of the evening holding their hand or allowing them to fully lean on to him as they got deeper into their cups. He would not shy away from telling stories about his mate, proclaiming how much he adores them every chance they get; much to the amusement of both Heidi and Demetri. If you acquire Felix as a mate there will never be a moment he does not remind someone how much he loves them.

If Heidi has a mate: Oh she would be exceptionally soft with a mate when she has a few glasses of blood-wine in her system, eyes sparkling with a love that is hard to describe with mere words. More than once she would leave lipstick marks against their cheek with a grace only Heidi possesses. If Demetri tries to get cheeky with her mate however, Heidi will promptly scold him; something that would leave Felix and her mate keeling over with laughter. If the tracker and executioner get a little too inebriated, Heidi and her mate will take care of the two fools, small glances shared as Heidi invites her mate into her life more thoroughly.

If Demetri has a mate, and he has not accepted them: He would sit as far away from the mate through out the entire evening, no matter how many times Heidi keeps elbowing him. For being a fun drunk he is quiet for the first time in centuries, half-heartedly glaring at Felix for attempting to bring him together with his so called fated mate. Though he keeps his distance he does make sure they feel alright, asking if they are having a good time several times. On the morrow Felix and Heidi would be teasing him about being unable to keep his eyes off of his soon to be mate; Demetri goes for an extra long walk that day.

If Demetri has a mate, and he has accepted them: The tracker will simply not leave his mate alone for one moment, either he will be touching them constantly or draped across their lap as if he is starring in some extravagant painting; blood-wine sloshing out of his glass and on to the floor from time to time. When his face is not tucked into their neck he is probably kissing their cheeks or dragging them into a dance. If I am to be entirely honest, Demetri would most likely herd his significant other back to his own quarters for some intimate fun.

[elusive-writer]

𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴

(GN! Reader)

I got this idea very randomly so I thought why the hell not 🤭

Word count : 671

✩ 𝘑𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘰 𝘒𝘶𝘫𝘰 ✩

Yeah no, you’re gonna have a hell of time tryna convince this man to let you paint his nails.

Be prepared to beg and bargain cause that is the only way you even have a CHANCE of changing his mind.

When he begrudgingly agrees to letting you paint his nails, (after you agree to buy his cigarettes for the remainder of the trip) he only lets you paint them black.

Maybe with a small star on the middle finger if you’re lucky 😌

(he won’t admit it, but he likes the way you hold his hands as you work 🤭)

Once you’re finished, he’ll glance at your handiwork before muttering an “it’s alright…”

actually really likes it

Will absolutely chip the nail polish on purpose so you’ll re-paint his nails.

And will absolutely deny it if you call him out on it.

✩ 𝘕𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘪𝘯 ✩

Will probably be a little hesitant at first.

But after some minor convincing he just says fuck it.

And of course, a nice cherry red is the obvious choice to go.

After you’re finished tho he is LIVING for it.

He swears it’s given him like a power boost or something.

He feels fucking POWERFUL.

Insists that you let him paint yours now.

(he’s an artist so it’s obvi gonna be amazing)

Once he’s finished, you best believe he’s gonna want to show off to all the other crusaders.

and also convince them to paint their nails as well dkdkdjdjdk

Y’all would have a lot of fun with this.

✩ 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦 𝘗𝘰𝘭𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘧 ✩

It’s you that’s asking, of course he’d let you paint his nails!

“For you mon amour, anything 😉”

He would let you do ANYTHING to him.

ahem ahem anything

ANYWAY

Would probably ask for silver because ya know… silver chariot.

But I could see him being convinced into doing a pale blue.

Or whatever your favourite colour is.

(is he easy, or can he just not decide? I honestly don’t know)

Another one that feels on top of the world once you’re finished.

Will also insist on letting him paint your nails.

The result is…. most definitely something.

you don’t say anything to spare his feelings

Will gate keep you from the others.

Can’t have HIS nail tech getting stolen 😤

✩ 𝘔𝘶𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘈𝘷𝘥𝘰𝘭 ✩

He’s a little taken aback by your request.

But you’ve proven yourself a reliable companion throughout this journey so he trusts you.

Could def see him going with a fiery orange.

Or a nice gold that compliments his jewellery.

BUT OH MY GOSH IMAGINE HIM WITH WHITE NAIL POLISH?!?

sorry, getting carried away

Finds the overall experience to be extremely relaxing.

Between the feeling of your hands and the way you subconsciously hum as you paint almost has him falling asleep.

Is honestly a little sad when it’s over.

Likes the look of the polish more than he expected.

Will be a little shy to ask for you to do this in the future but if you offer, he will happily oblige.

✩ 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘩 𝘑𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 ✩

Oh my god don’t even get me started.

He is ASTRONOMICALLY down for this idea.

Bitch, he’s probably the one who suggested it when he saw you painting yours.

queue tequila joseph

You better believe he’s going for a bright ass pink.

His confidence to through the fucking roof and life is too short. Bring that pink polish NEOWWW.

Is one of those ppl that cannot sit still for the life of him.

You have to constantly tell him to sit the fuck down so that you’re not painting the entirety of his hand.

Once you’re finished he’s like a peacock.

🦚🦚

Constantly bragging, showing off… THE WORKS MAN.

might even bust out the old dress if he’s feeling especially bold dkdkdjd

Is absolutely gonna ask you to do this again in the future.

[bunniesbearsandadventures]

*sigh*

Oh to be in the Meadows of a mountain having a picnic while woodland creatures laugh and play around me.

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[trafalgarlogy]

✦ | BUNNY ARCHIVES ;

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[violetorvee]

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

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𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦 𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓴

https://discord.gg/PZzUNW79

[sumeruin]

♫♪: day 4: oviposition!!

♫♪: pairing: siren! neuvillette x afab! reader

♫♪: warnings: written by a minor, dubcon, slight mentions of drugging, breeding, pregnancy, i think that’s it, but if i missed any lmk!!

♫♪: a/n: i’m. so sorry idk what came over me.

♫♪: minor writing smut, dni if uncomfortable!!

you can feel the sand beneath your skin, the sharp friction of neuvillette’s scales rubbing against your legs where he has them wrapped around your waist. you can barely move, you feel so full, your mind completely hazy from the effects of his venom and how good he’s fucking you. he grabs your chin, forcefully pulling it up and making you look into his eyes. his voice is raspy, and he practically growls out the words, but his tone only makes you clench around him harder. “pearl, i’m going to put the eggs in now. you’re doing so well- fuck- just- just need you to be good for a little longer. just need to fill you with my eggs. need you to let me breed you.” right after he speaks, you feel a pressure against your cervix. it’s not painfully like it usually would be, neuvillette’s venom took care of that, and all you feel as the eggs slowly fill up your womb is a mind numbing fullness and pleasure. you frantically reach for neuvillette’s hands, and he lets out a deep groan as he squeezes your hand in his own, sinking his fangs in your throat to quiet his noises. “fuck-! you’re- you’re taking it so well, darling, just two more, then i’ll fertilize them, and you’ll be done.” you can feel your stomach start to bulge a bit with the eggs he’s filling you up with, and he’s clearly entranced by the sight. he brings a hand up and pushes, and you let out a loud, borderline pornographic whine. finally, he finishes stuffing his eggs inside of you. you feel his hips stutter, then a flood of warm cum fill your insides. he stays inside you for a few moments, then slowly pulls out, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he gazes down at your dazed, exhausted form.

[elusive-writer]

𝘊'𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦

(Dehya x F! Reader) !!NSFW!!

Warnings : Soft Dom! Dehya, bit of a power imbalance (your an eremite that works under Rahman), edging, praise, fingering, overstimulation, she’s a lil mean but only for a split second, pet names (mainly princess)

Heyyyyy, so I know I said I wouldn’t be writing anything explicit… but that one scene where Dehya tells the Traveller to pay her with a smile did something to me… so… enjoy!

P.s. this is my first time writing smut so please forgive me if it’s not the best 😅

Word count : 735

“P-please.”

“Mm, what was that princess?”

You squirm as she continues to rub your clit in agonisingly slow circles. She had you sitting on one of her thighs, legs spread and using her knee to keep it that way. She had you fully undressed while she still wore the clothes from the celebratory dinner she just attended. Rahman had sent you to Sumeru City after Lesser Lord Kusanali had been successfully rescued. He said the fearsome Flame-Mane had requested a private meeting with you personally. You never imagined that this is what he meant.

She cups your breast and you let out a small gasp as she uses her index finger to toy with your nipple, you’re grateful she removed her metal claws before starting.

“C’mon sweetheart, use your words.”

She applies extra pressure to your clit.

“Ha! Please just let me cum!”

You sigh when she starts going a little faster.

“Very good, how about you try using my name this time? Can you do that for me princess?”

You nod eagerly.

“Please, Flame-Ma- Ah!”

She pinches your clit as she tuts.

“Nah ah princess, not that name.”

You whine when she goes back to her original pace.

“Try again.”

“Dehya! Please Dehya.”

You look up at her with desperation in your eyes.

“I want to come undone by your hands and your hands only. The same hands used to destroy your enemies. I am not some fragile flower that needs tending to so please just use me!”

Her eyes study your face before she leans into your neck, murmuring into your skin.

“You wanna cum that bad?”

You nod.

She wraps an arm around your waist before lifting you up and plunging you onto her fingers, you moan in relief.

“Then earn it.”

You happily oblige. You rock yourself on her digits, finally getting the simulation you’ve been dying for. The room is filled with a chorus of your breathy moans and the lewd sounds coming from your dripping cunt but you couldn’t care less. Putting your hands on her knee for support, you bounce yourself on her fingers feverishly. Dehya has been edging you for hours so it doesn’t take long to feel the coil in your abdomen start to build.

Dehya can tell you’re close from the desperate whimpers that fall from your lips. You cry out when she curls her fingers just right, hitting your g-spot. She doesn’t stop, attacking that spot to the point you’re seeing stars.

“F-fuck!”

Your thighs clench on Dehya’s leg as your orgasm comes crashing down on you. Your arms give out but Dehya keeps you from falling forward, leaning you back onto her body. She supports your whole body, still knuckles deep and pumping into you at a steady pace. You try to escape her touch when you start getting overstimulated.

“D-Dehya, too much-”

“You said you wanted me to use you right?”

She plants a sweltering kiss on the space between your neck and your shoulder.

“I know you can give me one more, can’t you princess?”

Your walls flutter around her fingers as she fully buries herself inside you, she reaches her other hand to rub your clit and you come undone for a second time. You let out a choked sob as you gush on her hand, your juices soaking the inside of your thighs and Dehya’s lap.

You look up at Dehya with tears brimming your eyes and lips swollen from biting down on them.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You shudder as she removes her fingers, she stands up and carries you bridal style, moving to the bed.

“You did good.”

Dehya lies you on your back gently, the soft fluffy fabric almost lulls you to sleep but you yelp when she bites your neck. It’s not enough to break the skin but it’s enough to jolt you awake.

“You’re such a good girl.”

She licks the mark she just made, trailing kisses along your collarbone.

“So good for me.”

She makes her way down your sternum, leaving little love bites in her wake. Dehya sits up, looking down at you like you're a full-course meal. She gives you a toothy smirk, showing off her sharp canines.

“I know you must be tired princess.”

Your eyes run over her body as she begins to undress.

“But I’m far from finished with you.”

[moonswolfie]

When you lose your wedding ring

Ft. Various haikyuu boys🤭

decided to try my hand at these little texting scenarios hehe

KUROO, Osamu, Suna

Bokuto, LEV, Hinata

Iwaizumi, SUGAWARA, Aran

KITA, Ushijima, Akaashi

Tsukki, Oikawa, ATSUMU

[mirangel]

HII RANN ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I REQUESTED SOMETHING SOOO LIKE CAN YOU DO ALHAITHAM X HYBRID READER X KAVEH AND LIKE THE READERS IN HEAT LOLOLOL

(I suffer from an unclean mind 😂😂)

monthly heat !

cw: gn!reader, hybrid!reader, heat, slightly omegaverse-y, polyam, kavetham here and there, praise, overstim, degradation, double pounding, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

you can’t help but drown yourself in the overwhelming feeling of your heat. you practically raided your two roommates’ closets in order to prepare for this after all, but nothing could come close to the two men’s presence themselves. you could hardly breathe, grinding yourself in your beloved architect’s silk pillow, while you bury your face into your scribe’s clothing, begging to no one in particular for them to come home quicker, for them to come home and satisfy your needs. luckily for you however, they came home earlier than they both expected, and they were greeted to a beautiful sight of you humping kaveh’s pillow, while drowning your entire senses in alhaitham’s clothes.

“my… how naughty of you, to be playing with yourself while we’re away.” alhaitham sneers, pinning himself above your needy body while kaveh moves his body next to yours, rubbing the small of your back with his slender hand, using the other hand to rest his head on his fist, a gentle smile on his face. “alhaitham dear, this poor thing’s in heat! we should take care of them, it’s our duty as their mate after all!” the blond chirps, giving a small peck on the other’s cheek before unzipping his pants, with the other following suit shortly.

kaveh is a much kinder man, who treats you like glass as he presses kisses on your body as he mumbles sweet praises into your ear. he tells you how much you fit him perfectly when he slots himself inside of you, how beautiful you look underneath him, moaning when he takes you entirely, encouraging your moans that slip out of your mouth, coaxing you to go further, “tell me what you need, dear bunny.” he coos, caressing your cheek with his hand as he thrusts himself deeper into you.

alhaitham is much rougher, who treats you like the animal you are when he brings you to your peak over and over, he’ll bring you the satisfaction you deserve, despite what his other partner says, he’ll treat you as rough as you want him to go. “my, you little slut, if i had known you’d want this sooner i could’ve fucked you as hard as you want.” he grins, prodding a sensitive spot inside you that makes your legs curl around his waist.

the two of them together are like two devils in disguise, they find ways to satisfy you in unison without even giving each other more than a single glance and a nod, their two cocks pounding your hole with delicacy and toughness in one mixed setting, their ragged breaths in your ear as they mumble and moan about how you good you feel. you can hardly think, but that’s okay, you’re content being like this. your heat may be temporary, but their love for you is eternal.

ok!! i had this marinating in my inbox for a while and unfortunately for me! i am drunk off my shit writing this so this may be poorly written i am so sorry haha

[madschiavelique]

Hello everything is fine? I could write an imagine where reader calls Miguel by last name just to tease him.

OMG HI SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG school has been taking up all of my time and i'm almost on holidays so yey !! i hope you'll like it <3

summary : you tease miguel by using his last name content warning : none, tensed miguel (aka just miguel in general), afab reader, no use of y/n (not proofread) word count : 1,4k

There was nothing special about the day - in other words, nothing out of the ordinary had happened in the previous few days, nor was it about to. There was nothing exceptional about it, nothing out of the common, nothing new or repetitive. Except perhaps this:

"Good Morning, O'Hara."

Miguel's finger, which was about to settle on his holopad, stopped just above the orange screen at the appellation. The very word had frozen him in place.

Never in all of society was he called O'Hara. He'd made a point of everyone calling him Miguel, simply Miguel, no nickname, no length, just Miguel. 

He'd only ever been called that before in his life in a purely and harshly professional context. So why were those few letters suddenly pronounced between your lips giving him an impression of something less than professional?

You'd come to drop off some papers, more mission reports to read and check, more work for him. Nothing extraordinary in his routine, so why the name?

He turned to you, his eyebrows furrowing as he analyzed your face. Nothing unusual, you seemed fulfilled, awake, radiant... 

"Is everything okay?" you asked as he stared at you silently, his eyebrows trying to meet and wrinkling the skin of his forehead.

He blinked several times, coming back to reality and swallowing, giving you one last look before turning his head back to his screens. Maybe he'd just dreamed up that name, which meant another cup of coffee was in order.

"Yes, everything's fine." he said, clearing his throat, his finger finally settling on the still-pending key.

You placed the sheets on the edge of his desk, letting your fingers run up his arm and rest your hand on his back, caressing him gently to encourage him in his seemingly never-ending task. He sighed at ease, the simple gesture cancelling his frown.

"Unclench your jaw. You're tense, it'll give you a headache." you say simply, pressing lightly on the top of his shoulder.

The tension faded very gently. He relaxed his jaw, the gesture easing the pressure in his temples, and as he took a deep breath, a small portion of the reasons why he might be cranky today eased.

You turned away from him, he already missed your presence as your hand parted from his back. You moved on, beyond his platform on the ground, no doubt in search of more documents or perhaps in search of a mission...

"Ah! There you are," smiled Gwen, who had just entered the room when she saw you, "I've been filling my report on the last mission and I've heard you were collecting them today? I'm not too late for it now am I?"

"Not at all," you reassured her, and Miguel could hear the smile on your lips. "You'll find the pile of it next to O'Hara," you affirmed with a nod to the side, indicating the pile's location.

This time, he hadn't been dreaming. You'd deliberately pronounced his name that way. 

All the little tensions that had been wiped away by your hand like a brush over a white line of chalk clashing on a perfectly clean chalkboard reappeared bitterly in his body and mind.

No Miguel, no "Grumpy" as he could sometimes be called, but only by you - his name directly. He turned to you, eyebrows again furrowed and lips parted, but your back was to him as you made your way out of the office.

The day went on, and as the tasks piled up, Miguel's patience began to wear thin. At lunchtime alone, when he'd arrived in the cafeteria, you'd called him "over here O'Hara!" to your table.

He wasn't going to start counting the number of times you'd called him that today, he told himself, yet he couldn't help mentally noting all the incidences in question.

Just this afternoon when he'd mentioned wanting yet another cup of coffee, you'd smiled as you left, chuckling on your way, "Right up, O'Hara!"

Then, when other spiders had come asking for information, you'd replied, "You can see later with O'Hara."

Or even when Lyla had asked you a simple question and you'd replied, "O'Hara's in charge of classifying these files."

He had never been sick of his own name, and in truth the situation wasn't as unpleasant as it might have seemed, quite the contrary: he was intrigued, amused, entranced.

The taste his name seemed to have on your lips was far too sweet and enjoyable for him to deprive you of uttering it. He felt like chasing it, searching for it, finding it and enjoying the taste of it on your lips. 

Only, the rumor that you and Miguel had had an argument spread like wildfire through society.

"She called him by name!"

"What? Impossible, no one calls him O'Hara directly."

"'Tis so, though, and Miguel turned to her, completely dismayed."

"She even repeated it several times! Either she's lost a bet, or she's searching and running toward certain death."

And having attention focused like this on your relationship when other things had to take priority displeased him. He couldn't miraculously create missions to divert their attention, although administering more paperwork to certain members of the company wouldn't have gone amiss... But it was when he remembered the state in which certain documents had been returned full of Hobbie's matter glitch or stained by Mayday's drool when Peter had handed in his report that he realized it wasn't going to be possible.

It was when you repeated the appellation once more that he decided to confront you on the subject.

"Cariño?" he asked, stopping his movements on his holopads to cross his arms. "Come here."

With a small, innocent smile, and feigning surprise at this sudden request, you approached him. Clasping your hands behind your back, holding yourself upright as you rocked back and forth from a lean on your heels to the tips of your feet, you stood in front of him.

He inhaled, the motion bulging his torso just as he sighed and looked at you, biting the inside of his cheek between his two canines.

"What's going on?" he finally asked, his jaw clenching again and letting you catch a glimpse of the small muscle tensing under his skin.

"What do you mean?" you question as if nothing had happened.

He runs his tongue over his teeth, mouth still closed as a low chuckle rumbles in his chest.

"My last name, you've been using it to call me since this morning."

"Oh really?" you say, pretending to frown as if what he'd just said made absolutely no sense.

He relaxed his brow, eyes half-closed before he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head back.

"Don't play this with me, nena."

You then simply smiled, letting your eyes turn to the ground for just a few seconds before returning to his gaze. Although you still looked playful at the moment, he felt you were slightly more capable of answering his questions. At least, he sensed that you were no longer pretending.

"Why do you keep calling me with it?" he asked as he half-sat down on his desk, one leg outstretched and the other slightly bent.

"It's a pretty name," you reply as you step towards him, now close enough for the barrier between the professional and the personal to be crossed, "am I not allowed to say it?"

Your hands came to rest on his chest, one moving up to his shoulder. He sighed, feeling your fingers press against his taut trapezius.

"Oh," he smiled with his eyes closed as you brought your hand up to his neck, "I want you to say it," both his hands came to rest on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him as he opened his eyes again, "but just for me."

He didn't care that it was probably selfish, he could well afford a slip about it. He didn't want to hear you say his name in front of anyone but him. He considered, after all, that it was his, and that he had the right to choose how he would be treated.

He came and gently seized your chin between his thumb and forefinger, bringing you up closer to kiss you tenderly. You stayed there a second, forehead pressed together.

"As you wish, O'Hara," you murmured against his lips.

The hint of a smile passed over his lips.

"Be careful with this name, because sooner or later it'll be yours."