#i'm sleepy but i am finally finding muse again

[nnight-dances]

ONE KISS, ONE LOVE

PAIRING: park wonbin x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, hurt/comfort, suggestive dialogue but nothing explicit

TROPES: established relationship!au, idol!wonbin, age gap vibes but no real mention, reader babies wonbin like he deserves to be, texts at the end, just sickening sweet stuff

WATCH: wonbin's night routine

NOTE: inspired by the video above! once again, these wonbin fics write themselves ... he might be my favorite boy to write rn or maybe that's just my way of coping!! anyway don't be surprised if i just start spamming u with the wonbin fics i just have too many good ideas. but they're all gonna be set in this same established relationship style, he's just so bf coded lol... anyway, enjoy <3

you've been in bed for a good twenty, clad in cream pyjamas and skincare intact, when you hear the frontdoor open – signalling your boyfriend, wonbin's arrival. you pause the video you're watching on your phone and sit up to greet him, "bin? welcome home." his heavy footsteps stop where his figure finally comes into your view.

wonbin looks wiped out, no doubt, eyes shadowed by his somnolent lashes. he stares at you for a moment before humming, the sound halfway between a thank god you're here and i could die right now. he peels his layers off with speed, black leather jacket hung up on the tree-shaped rack near your closet and his other outerwear finding its place on the small cabinet next to it.

you watch fondly as even in his fatigue, he patiently makes sure no outside clothes pollute the bed. as soon as he's in nothing but his white tee and boxers though, he jumps onto you, deflating the air out of you like a body pillow.

"hello," he mumbles, face disappearing into your chest where he snuggles closer. 

"hi, love," you welcome him warmly, fingers carding through his hair as a force of habit. you breathe against his limp body, letting him unwind on top of you as he often does. it's a silent activity, a night routine of sorts for wonbin on his longest days. he'd trudge home and settle close to you, wordlessly like a cat looking for soothing. 

sometimes, you talked to him about your day and he'd hum along, eyes on yours telling all you needed to hear. other times, you would go back to doing whatever you were doing – watching a show, playing a game, or talking to a friend – while he recharged. he even insisted it worked best when you were just doing your own thing.

today, you do neither. setting your phone aside, you occupy yourself with wonbin himself, first meandering through his charcoal hair and then trailing down to his neck, tracing hearts and stars into his skin. you can feel him relaxing under your touch, his face finally coming back into your vision. 

"tired," wonbin says, voice coarser than ever. "need to sleep." 

"i know, baby," you croon, "wanna wash up first?"

he shakes his head adamantly, "no. sleepy."

you laugh softly, "angel, i'm sure you are but you can't sleep with your makeup on, can you?"

"had a few drinks with taro hyung," he murmurs as if that explains his behavior.

"really? you had time after practice?"

"he snuck it into practice. beer after all that sweating was nice."

"wow, look at you," you muse, hand brushing his bangs out of his eyes, "you sound like an old man."

"i am," wonbin pouts, "let the old man go to sleep."

"sorry, love, i can't do that," you say.

"rude."

"say what you will," you sit up fully, pulling your sluggish boyfriend with you. ignoring his groans, you kiss his nose, "wash up, okay? can't have my rockstar breaking out because he was too lazy to wash his face before bed."

he groans again but this time it's an endearment, his kiss on your cheek disguising his smile. "but i can't move, y/n. please."

"i'll help you," you snake out of the sheets, squatting as you heave wonbin out as well. he stands up unwillingly, head wilting like a sad flower. you laugh, pulling him toward the washroom, "will you listen if i do all the work?"

that gets the job done alright because two minutes later, wonbin's settled against the sink with you between his legs. you crane around his tall limbs to reach for his products, having memorized his night skincare by now. 

cleansing balm in hand, you carefully cover every inch of his face, the makeup turning into oil gradually. "okay, babe, now rinse your face for me."

"you said you'd do all the work!" he complains without missing a beat. 

you glare at him, "i can't possibly wash your face without making a mess of both of us."

"sounds like an excuse to me."

sulking, he turns around, washing the balm off. next, you go in with his foam cleanser, gently circling his cheeks and forehead. despite all his earlier declarations, he watches you attentively, his hand loosely clasped around your waist to keep you in place. you have to scold him midway at one point when he gets cheeky and sneaks a hand down your pyjamas, feeling the hem of your panties. 

eventually, you dry his face off with a hand towel. "there," you peck his cheek, "all clean."

when he doesn't let go of your waist, you raise a brow at him. "you only love me when i'm clean," he scowls, "don't you?"

you narrow your eyes at his tantrum, "i think you're forgetting how i'm sacrificing my screen time before bed to clean you up right now."

he looks unconvinced as he tails you out of the bathroom. he's about to throw himself back onto the bed when you stop him by his hand. "change first," you explain, pulling out fresh pyjamas and throwing them at him. 

wonbin stands idly and it's only when he starts raising his arms up that you realize he wants you to do it. you sigh, "bin, you're such a baby today." but you smile as you pull his shirt off, disregarding the way he instantly flexes when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. slipping his pyjamas on, a piece at a time, you clap when he's done.

"i would make a great mother," you pat yourself on the back.

"you can adopt me if you want," he shrugs and you snicker, "i don't think i need to." 

"you want anything to eat before you sleep?" you ask as if you hadn't quite literally brushed his teeth. "chocolate," he says without any conviction and you roll your eyes at him, watching as he launches himself at the bed.

"quick, come here," wonbin whines. you pad over to your side of the bed and join him, giggling when his body curls around you instantly. his nose finds its indent against your neck this time, cold and fresh. 

for a minute, you think that's all you'll hear out of your boyfriend for the night. but it's just as you're about to reach for your phone when he speaks up again, "sorry if i'm boring."

you're not sure if your ears hear right, "what?"

but his voice is solemn, "...i'm probably kinda boring lately. so i'm sorry."

you turn on your side to face him completely, hand coming to rest against his cheek. "bin, you idiot. you coming home is the best part of my day."

"really? even though i'm too dead to do anything?" he perks up but his eyes gloomy, "we don't even fuck anymore. or go to the movies. or go out at all."

you laugh, "you're making us sound like an old couple on the verge of divorce, baby. you're just busier because of your comeback! i'm so excited and you should be, too."

"i am. but i don't want bore you."

"you don't, though. i'm lucky enough i get to see you at night and take care of you when i can. plus, it's not like you won't have more time after your promotions, right? we can do everything you want then."

wonbin blinks at you, his cool hand finally coming to meet yours where it was still caressing his cheek. he kisses your palm, "thank you. i'm glad."

"of course, love. now, go to sleep or you'll regret it tomorrow," you chirp, rolling over and shutting the lights off quickly.

"...you really would be a great mom," wonbin laughs at your behavior. 

"good night, wonbin."

"good night, mom."

you hit his arm at his brazenness but when he just laughs again, the sound is too sweet for you to even pretend to be mad. so instead, you hug him closer, hand on his bicep and his legs tangled with yours. 

–

bin: I AM FREE AT LAST

bin: FROM THE SHACKLES OF IT

you: …

you: how would ur fans react if i leaked our texts

you: so much for being mysterious

you: "shackles of it" boy have you ever touched a book

bin: okay so you're rude today

bin: i miss y/n mom version

you: ew?? if u have a kink i dont think this is gonna work

bin: because…? 

you: is sungchan still single

bin: i was kidding! haha!

you: ok.

bin: seriously tho let's do smth fun 2nite

you: i get off work late today :(

bin: whatttt you have a life outside of me :0

you: do you WANT me to break up with you???

bin: what i meant was i will be there to pick you up <3

you: wtv man idgaf anymore

bin: noooo

bin: i'll do anything you want don't be mad

you: anything?

bin: well other than leaking our texts ofc

you: i want to live together

bin: ???

bin: we alr do

you: wonbin 

you: baby

you: you just always come over to my place

bin: i sleep there it's my home wdym

you: and you still pay the bills for your place?

bin: i don't make that bag for nothing

you: ok so what if we lived together instead

bin: but i really like your place!!

you: i do too

you: let's make it our place 

bin: shit

bin: i just actually blushed irl

you: :) 

you: is that a yes

bin: i want to marry you

you: okay well let's calm down

bin: did u just reject me

you: i'm telling u that you're gonna regret proposing through text

bin: i love u and i want u to be my wife

bin: omg i just shed a tear at the thought of calling u that

bin: wife…. im changing ur contact name

bin: or should i change it to fiancée? since we havent yet tied the knot

you: park wonbin

you: we are 20 years old

bin: untrue

bin: im 22 

you: i am not marrying you right now

bin: … is there someone else

you: i'm not marrying anyone right now

bin: ok so i'm not husband material

you: you are

bin: i'm not father material? you: no comment

you: but we aren't ready babe

you: let's take it slow k?

you: just move in first

you: we have so many memories to make

bin: you're such a flirt

you: ??? u just asked me to marry you but sure

bin: i'll be moved in by the time you come back home

you: i thought you were picking me up

bin: that was before u asked me to move in

bin: now i have to bring all my stuff over

bin: which side of your closet can i use? bin: also thoughts on letting me keep my rock collection next to your figurines?

you: right side and no

bin: wow u didnt even think about it

you: imagine we get into a fight

bin: i refuse to

you: i'm just saying i would be tempted to throw them rocks at u

bin: you would do that????

you: depending on what u do

bin: why are you expecting me to do anything at all????

you: …experience

bin: wow

you: to be loved is to be known

bin: you can't flatter me now

you: i love you 

bin: …

bin: i love you too

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

@zhongrin, this one’s for you!! i’m a little late and i rushed to get this done between lectures but i hope you can feel my love anyhow; happy birthday!! i hope you have a great day and i wish you only the best for the new year and all the ones to come ♡ this was too long to drop it into your askbox, so i'm yeeting it at you this way

warnings: a little suggestive at the end, zhongli (that’s your warning right there)

A soft hum and the feeling of pillowy lips pressing against your temple roused you from your sleep. Slowly blinking the night from your eyes against the soft streaks of sunlight filtering through the curtains, your gaze focused on the smooth planes of muscle in front of you. You decided you might as well sleep in a little longer as you mushed your face into your husband’s chest.

Feeling the deep rumble of Zhongli’s chuckle against the side of your face, you exhale a soft sigh at the feeling of slender fingers running soothingly over your scalp, the sensation only aiding in lulling you back to dreamland.

“Good morning, my dear,” a deep rasp sounded from right above your ear. “As pleased as I am to see you find so much comfort in my presence, I am afraid I must rouse you all the same. After all, today is the day we celebrate your birth and I have a few things planned, which I hope will be to your liking.”

You merely give a half-conscious grumble which was probably more of an acknowledgement you heard him speak, rather than an expression of understanding what he was speaking about.

With an amused sigh, Zhongli slipped a strand of hair behind your ear. “I suppose letting you rest some more is just as well. There is no need to rush my appreciation for you, isn’t that right?” 

By the time you raised your head again, the sun had tracked a little farther in its endless cycle. After patting around on the bed, you quickly figured out what had caused you to wake up. Your lovely husband was nowhere to be found as you sat up on his side of the bed.

But you needed not search for him long as the door to your bedroom opened quietly and you were greeted by Zhongli and a tray full of breakfast, the fragrant aroma of tea driving more sleepiness from your senses.

“Ah you have finally awoken,” Zhongli mused, setting the tray aside to lean down and press a sweet kiss to your forehead. Much to your pleasure, he hadn’t dressed for the day yet, giving you a nice peek down the untied front of his robe. “Happy birthday, my dear. May this day be as pleasant and gratifying as all those to come.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, eagerly pulling him down for a proper kiss, breakfast almost forgotten. You could’ve lost yourself to the sensation of his soft lips against yours, yet your mortality came with the downside of needing air to breathe. With your chest rising and falling, your eyes found molten golden ones, as always utterly entranced by their depth. 

The rest of your morning was spent sharing breakfast, holding up food for the other to taste and sharing kisses in between bites. Then, you washed up and got dressed, all without haste, fleeting touches full of adoration sprinkled throughout.

You might not have remembered what Zhongli told you that morning but he held true to his word anyway. From walking around the harbour to filtering through the collection at Wanwen Bookhouse to indulging in your new purchase over a cup of afternoon tea and finally to an early dinner at Luili Pavilion, he had planned enough to never bore you but not enough to tire you; not that you could ever bore or tire of him in the first place. 

The setting sun painted the sky in gorgeous colours of pastel and ignited the leaves around you to glow all kinds of crimson and amber. Yet, on the hills on the outskirts of Liyue Harbour, you had once again found an amber much more interesting to study.

Twisting in his protective hold, your palm came to hold the side of his face gently once more, your thumb tracing the sharp contours of his features in reference.

“I hope you found today to be enjoyable, my love.” A strong hand softly caressed the length of your spine, the fingers of his free hand tracing the length of your collarbone. In contrast to the size of his fingers, his touch was as soft as a feather, treating you like the finest china under his care. “For you, I wish to give only the best. I will never leave you wanting; if it’s in my power to give, you shall have it. That is my promise to you, now and forever.”

The sincerity, deep as his voice, had goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch and you had to exhale sharply to ground yourself. Running your hands over the front of his fine coat, you didn’t stop the smile from playing around your lips. “Today was perfect, thank you, dear. But since you brought it up… there is something I’m wanting.”

“Oh?” Catching onto the playfulness of your tone, one of his brows raised in curiosity. “And what would that be? I’ll be sure to satisfy your every need.”

“I’m sure you won’t mind granting this wish of mine.” You couldn’t help but grin at his choice of words, no doubt you were of the same mind here. Pushing your palms against his sturdy chest, the former geo archon was pliant under your will and slowly laid down on the blanket covering the ground.

With both his hands resting on your hips, fingers grazing the dips of your hips and the plush softness of your thighs, you merely gazed down at each other for a few moments, ingraining the sight of each other into memory like countless times before. Gloved fingers tangled with yours as your husband brought them up to his lips, looking up at you through the lashes of his half-lidded eyes. Despite the seeming innocence of the action, this kiss in particular had your skin heating up more than any of the previous ones you had shared.

“It will be my pleasure, my love.”

[allthatmay]

Hello I just wanted to say that if you are in need of a prompt I find the idea of Ace's/The Spades' cat (Kotatsu) hating Shanks and Shanks desperately trying to win him over absolutely hilarious

Thanks, what a cute prompt! This takes place sometime during the morning after Chapter 2 in TCoH.

It’s a lazy sort of day following Ace and Shanks’ reunion. They’ve been basking on the rocks all morning, eating and drinking at leisure—or they had been, up until Shanks is called to deal with communications from one of the ships in his fleet. Ace grumbles about his absence, but only for the sake of it; giving Shanks a hard time is part of the fun of seeing him. 

"What's this?” asks Shanks upon returning. “I'm gone for ten minutes, and I get replaced by a cat?"

The humour in Shanks’ tone is reflected in his face when Ace cracks open one eye to look at him. Silhouetted by the sun, he stands over Ace, the reds of his hair bleached orange and gold in the bright light. There's an indulgent slant to his smile that makes Ace smile back, slow and sleepy.

"Kotatsu's not a cat," Ace says. He rubs at his eyes with one hand, the other trapped beneath Kotatsu who's chosen to use his chest as a pillow. "He's a lynx, you know. Hates being called a cat."

Shanks crouches down low in front of them, still smiling. "Ah, and I'd hate to offend."

Sensing that Shanks has gotten closer, Kotatsu's tail swipes back and forth, and his eyes creep open. Although he yawns and licks his lips, his gaze never strays from Shanks, who’s considering the lynx silently but sunnily. When Shanks extends his hand, Kotatsu stares at it, distaste curling at his mouth.

"He doesn't like me much," Shanks muses.

Ace laughs. "Kotatsu doesn't like anyone much. Most people bribe him with fish, but he likes me plenty ‘cause I’m so warm.”

"I'm well aware of your warmth, sweetheart. It's one of the reasons I like you plenty." Shanks withdraws his hand. An attempt to get closer makes Kotatsu snarl. "Come now, Kotatsu, there must be something we can agree on. We both like Ace, don't we?"

Kotatsu's eyes briefly cut to Ace, then back to Shanks. As if in protest, he drapes more of himself over Ace's torso, who laughs so hard that Kotatsu bounces atop him.

“Might be time to get some fish,” Ace teases.

Laughter huffs out of Shanks’ nose. “Come on, gorgeous,” he wheedles. He runs a finger along Ace’s calf. “Help me out here. Wouldn’t you rather have me on top of you?”

“Hm, I dunno. Kotatsu’s nice and soft.”

For once, Shanks curtails whatever witty remark he has at the ready, although the vestiges of it can be seen glimmering in his eyes. “Tell me then, Kotatsu. I’m a reasonable man. There must be something you want that you don’t often get.”

Kotatsu sniffs. He looks at Ace again with a funny bristling to his whiskers that perfectly communicates: I am unimpressed with your choice of mate. Were Kotatsu actually able to speak, Ace can only presume that he would say the most hilarious and scathing remarks imaginable; his disdain for people practically guarantees it.

“Come on, Kotatsu,” coaxes Shanks, undeterred even as Ace starts laughing again. “As nice as fish is, it must get boring sometimes.” Seeing that he’s chosen the wrong method of persuasion, Shanks quickly pivots: “Or perhaps it’s the quality of fish…? Come to think of it, I’m certain Lucky Roux has some grand swordfish leftovers. Reckon you’ve not had that before, have you?”

Finally, Shanks has said something right: Kotatsu’s ears tweak in interest. Ace bites down on his grin, not wanting Kotatsu to think he’s laughing at him. He runs his free hand through Kotatsu’s thick fur, earning a purr for his efforts.

“I reckon this is a one time deal, Kotatsu,” he says. He glances at Shanks, whose grin is far too satisfied for having failed thus far in negotiations with an overlarge cat. “If you don’t take it, I will. Haven’t had swordfish in a while.”

“There’s not much left," Shanks says. "Enough for a couple of people, maybe. I told Roux he could have the rest for himself, but if Kotatsu wants some…?”

Kotatu’s not dumb; he knows he’s being played. However, at the thought of missing out on swordfish—when his usual choices are some variety of tuna or salmon—he slowly picks his head off Ace’s torso and rises to his feet, one paw at a time. He gives Ace a lick on his cheek, then faces Shanks with narrowed eyes, sitting right beside him.

“Think we’ve reached an agreement,” Shanks says. He winks at Ace, then holds his hand out in front of Kotatsu as he did before, ready to be sniffed. “Not such a bad kitty, are you?”

Immediately, Kotatsu bares his teeth, a paw swiping at Shanks’ extended arm. Shanks yelps as he yanks his arm back, although he’s laughing when he says, “Sorry, sorry. You’re not a cat. I forgot.”

Kotatsu huffs. He’s not alone in his disbelief: Ace sits up, rolling out the arm that Kotatsu was sitting on.

“You forgot, huh?”

“Must be that old age you’re always teasing me about.”

“Aw, c’mon, I don’t actually think you’re old.” Ace takes hold of the back of Shanks’ ankle, rubbing his thumb along the bones. “You’re… advanced.”

“Advanced?” Shanks repeats, amusement thickening his tone. 

“Yeah, you know, you’re…” Swallowing a sudden hit of nerves, Ace says, “Mature. Experienced. Would you stop looking at me like that!?”

Shanks chuckles. He cups Ace’s cheek, stroking hair out of his eyes. “Oh? And how am I looking at you, baby?”

“You know exactly how you're—huh? Where’s Kotatsu?”

They blink at each other, then look around at the rocks surrounding them. Funnily enough, Kotatsu is climbing up the Red Force’s gangplank, his tail pulled taut in fear of falling into the water.

“Guess he took matters into his own hands,” Shanks says. “I already told Roux to give him the swordfish anyway.”

Ace leans back against the sun-warmed rocks, eyeing Shanks with mirth. “Wait until Kotatsu finds that out. He’ll feel scammed.”

“I’ll just bribe him with more fish. Besides, who says he's going to find out?”

“Er, me, if there's bribes on the table. What do I get?"

“Hmm…”

Shanks shifts forward onto his knees. He hovers closely over Ace, upheld by the hand he presses into the rocks. His face is full of emotion, none of which Ace can read as plainly as the playfulness of his smile.

 “You can have anything you could possibly ask of me, sweetheart.”

The earnestness with which Shanks speaks makes Ace's heart flip. He leans toward Shanks, his stomach tense, and gently strokes along his jawline.

“I dunno,” he says, huskier than he would like. “I could ask for a lot.”

“Anything,” Shanks swears again.

“Well…” Ace grins, laughter bubbling in his throat before he's even gotten the words out. “I could really go for some swordfish.”

[hunting-songs]

The party of the Human Parts Collectors seemed to have a quiet night, beyond the acrimony that existed between some Dons, the occasional argument that ended easily when the maids delivered a glass of liquor or food. Until now, there was nothing really stopping it from developing normally.

Kurapika looked around the room for Senritsu but he couldn't find her: it was a sea of people dressed in suits, pretending and showing off, but he couldn't find her. Making his way through the people, Kurapika leaned with his back against a wall and scanned the place with his eyes again. From this new vantage point, he finally found her and smiled softly.

That small smile only lasted a moment until he noticed what was happening. For a moment, just for a moment, Kurapika felt insecure, he felt a little jealous. Then he closed his eyes, shaking his head in silent scolding at himself. You're better than that, Kurapika, you're much better than that. She loves you, she's just having fun, there's nothing to worry about, nothing bad is happening.

However, there was one small gesture, one small detail that he couldn't miss: Senritsu was tapping her fingers on the wall behind her back, and he's seen her do that several times when she was uncomfortable or trying to calm herself down.

"There you are, darling" Approaching them, Kurapika wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her towards him, completely ignoring the other person's presence. His other hand rested on her cheek, making her lift her face slightly to lean towards and rest his forehead next to hers, brushing his nose with hers in a soft loving gesture "I made reservations at a restaurant near here for when the party is over. Why don't you wear that dress that I like so much?" The hand on his waist tightened gently and he finally turned to look at the other person, with an innocent expression as false as the smile of many there. "Oh, I'm sorry darling, am I interrupting something?" The innocent expression quickly turned into a sharp, cold, dangerous look, which made the other person back away slowly until finally leaving in a hurry, almost as if were fleeing from a predator.

Only when the other was gone, Kurapika blinked once, twice, three times before turning to see Senritsu. "I'm sorry, Senritsu, maybe you didn't want me to interrupt? I just thought I noticed that you were uncomfortable but maybe I misinterpreted the signals. My apologies" Now his tone, instead of false innocence, it was sincere concern

My muse is being hit on by someone they aren't interested in and are visibly uncomfortable. Send, "there you are, darling" for your muse to come and wrap their arm around mine's waist to guide them away.

To be able to listen to heartbeats as loud as words was sometimes useful when she needed to find a lie, sometimes precious when she sat togetehr with her colleagues in the evening with a after-work-beer ad their heartbeats syncing up in a comfortable sleepy humm, and sometimes terriefying just as it was int his moment when the stranger leaned a elbow against the wall over hr head and said the most sweetest compliment while his heartbeat sounded as if he was looking at a piece of cheap meat that was her in his eyes. Senritsu knew that attraction was not always bound to looks and she knew that some people were attrated to her, but what she heard in the strangers heartbeat to which she smiled up politely while her fingers tapped a quiet, calming melody against the wall in her back to keep herself at ease, was not attraction to her but hunger for beeing able to act from a higher position towards a bodyguard like her on a lower place in the hiearchy. But what she heard was the melody of someone who was hungry for violence against someone who was beneath them. But what she heard was not attraction, it was lust over showing power over the fact that she could not just politely excuse herself.

She smiled when Kurapika walked towards where she was. She giggled surpressed when he lay a hand around her waist . And the moment the man turned around and left- scared, so scared, as if he was a limping rabbit scared to be pounced on by a carnivore- Senritsu had to clap her hands before her mouth to hide that the surpressed giggled had turned into a laughter. "Why you were laying it on with a trowel. Did I looked so desperate that you had to come to save me?", the woman looked up to the other and then just lay a small hand on his arm, softly tapping a calming melody on his sleeve reassuringly : "Its alright. You just terrified a member of the mafia and I had a good laugh. I did not needed to be saved, but a good laugh is always welcome." Senritsu just winked friendly up to Kurapika. Also hearing the melody of sudden jealously sparking up like a shrill shriek only to listen to it sinking down ino a even melody, because he trusted her was as nice to listen to as a compliment. The melodic laughter had by now turned into a grin, like from a cat playing with a mouse between her paws. "So there is only one question left-", Senritsus voice was nothing but a sweet, teasing purr, barely hearable over the partys music: "Which one of my dresses you like that much? I never noticed that you preferred one and usually thats quite mhmmmmmmm easy to notice.", a knowing look shimmered in her dark eyes and Senritsu tapped a finger against her ear to show what made it obvious for her to notice: "I must be such a horrible partner for not noticing, really, how could I be so inconsiderate towards your likings." [ @skarletchains ]

[haptureratch]

Okay I have a compulsion to write just a little before I force myself to go back to daily life and prepare myself for Monday.

WHAT THE FUCK WHERE DID THIS TALL SKINNY ANDREW GARFIELD ASS BINCH COME FROM

I love and hate it all at the same time. It's already breaking my heart. He immediately ran up to me and caught me up in a big hug the moment he spotted me in front of the Contemporary Arts Museum. Like please sir I am very starved for affection and belongingness you cannot do that to me as a stranger. Yes, we had been texting back and forth and maybe that fostered some familiarity and kinship but still. :(

And then his comedic cadence is so gold I could not stop laughing. And I love the sound of his giggling. And he's so magnetic when he's talking to me like he wants me to come closer to him. Okay fuck me that sounds so delusional. But at the bowling alley when we were waiting for the lane he was joking me--I'll call it riffing because I liked the way he used it to describe something I was doing during the night. And he'd draw closer and turn away a little and come closer almost like a little dance and at some point I decided it was okay to be pulled toward that. We know how guarded I am with people. Men.

Speaking of other men, HE READ ME LIKE A BOOK I WAS TAKEN ABACK. How is it that so many other men have called me hard to read and he just knew all the times I was hesitating because I was hugely hung up on something in my mind.

And he listened to my PHT bullshit. I have no idea what he thought about the haldol zone but he listened and how the fuuuuuuuuck did I just tell him all of that in the middle of a museum. It felt like I told a 30 minute story wtfffffffff

I know he likes me. No one is going to listen to all of those stories and musings and analyses unless they like you. He was mirroring my body position on the couch in his hotel. He was catching little touches of me that I finally leaned into until we were stretched out on the couch, one of us on each end, our legs together. He had his glasses off and he looked so sleepy and I asked if I should go but he said he was just relaxed. He looked so relaxed. I think he needed this as much as I did. I hope not more....that would break my heart. I was so emotional on the way home because I keep meeting these people that are not meant for me. (He's here for work. His home is very far away.) I cried to Rilley. And I was also angry with myself imagining him alone in his hotel and I wanted to go back and keep him company. All because of the way the was holding my hand tightly like he didn't want to let go. And the look in his eyes.

WHAT IS MY PROBLEM THIS IS A STRANGER MAYBE I SHOULD TEAR OFF MY SKIN

Dude absolutely fuck that lady for talking about the Greek myth of soul mates at the table in the museum when we were all making collages :((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( I CAN'T DEAL WITH THAT.

I'm so desperate to find that home. I cannot be in bowling alleys telling myself "If I hit this strike, this is my husband." WTFFFFFFFFFFF STOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

I'm going to simply pass away. When we were kissing goodbye in my car he pressed his hand against my chest and I just realized that's what I used to do in PHT in that same spot to self-soothe SHUT THE FUCK UP

I have got to stop connecting dots. I have got to stop mining for depth. I'm only going to destroy myself.

But I am going to see him again.

When I asked over the last week what has been his favorite thing and he said 'today' ;__________;

[http-tokki]

Bed head

~ levi ackerman x fem!reader ~ tags/cw: canonverse, smut, levi coming in his pants, sub levi, fluff ~ wc: 1k

Levi doesn't nap very often, if ever. There's always so much work to do and so little time, but after noticing three consecutive yawns, you offer to take over.

“You’re about to pass out.” You point out from across the room, noting the bags that have deepened under his eyes.

“I’m fine” he grumbles, flicking through a stack of papers before finding the right one.

You hum and stand from your chair, now getting a full view of how much work had been set before Levi. Too many pages and too little time.

“Do you wanna nap?”

Levi scoffs and looks up from his desk. “Nap? Am I five?” His tone is sharp.

You disregard his mood, chalking it up to the fact he hadn’t sleep properly in weeks. Silently you move to stand beside him, waiting for his acknowledgment and when it doesn’t come, you slip your fingers into his hair. Brushing the strands back from his forehead, you feel him melt into your touch.

“Angel, please I need to work.” Levi sighs but leans further into your hands as you start to massage his scalp.

You weren’t playing fair and he knew it.

“I can work and you can sleep for a bit.” You offer.

Levi yawns again and groans before finally admitting defeat.

“Wake me up in half an hour.” He instructs, voice already muffled by the blanket he’s buried under.

“Yes, sir.”

—

Levi wakes a few hours later. The shadows across the floor indicate the passage of time, but he doesnt know how much exactly. With bleary eyes and aching bones, he sits. Blankets pool at his waist before he swings his legs to the edge of the bed. The sudden noise from the cot has you lifting your head, heart-squeezing as you witness sleepy Levi Ackerman.

Fingers curled in the fleece, eyes trained on the floor as he blinks awake, still trying to bring his mind to reality. His dark hair is mused and messy, something you rarely see, and even now, the sight is short-lived. Levi reaches up and combs the locks with his fingers, pushing them back from his forehead.

"Good morning, Captain," tone teasing, chin resting in the palm of your hand as you gaze at Levi.

Levi hums, hand falling back to his lap as he gives up on trying to tame his hair. With tight muscles, he stands and stretches. Pops and cracks follow each movement giving relief to Levi as he sighs at motion. He watches as you watch him. Eyes following every shift and gesture he makes, lingering a bit longer on the sliver of skin revealed as he stretched upwards. Levi enjoys the way you ogle him. It makes him feel like he isn’t as horrible as he thought; it makes his heart flutter and stomach flip.

"You're so pretty," you coo from his desk.

Levi snorts and bends to touch his toes.

"I'm not getting involved in this again," you state, attention turning back to the paper in front of you. "I think you're so pretty, and there's nothing you can do”

You've had this faux argument too often with your lover, and it always ended with you pinned beneath him, his strong hand cradling your jaw as he rocked into you, whispering how you were so much prettier.

"I'm not saying anything" Levi's voice is thick. "I just made a noise. It wasn't me disagreeing. It was just a noise."

Rolling your eyes and frowning at the papers, you hear Levi shuffle over to you. His warm body presses into yours as he tries to shove you from his chair. Hands slide under your thighs as he lifts you just enough to slide under and into the seat. Maneuvering you until you were now seated in his lap, Levi presses kisses to your jaw. Slowly making his way down your neck until he reaches your shirt collar. Tired and mind clouded with thoughts of you, he pulls at your shirt to expose more skin.

"Why are you wearing so many layers?" Levi grumbles, hands now tasked with pulling the shirt over your head. "You weren't wearing this many before."

You giggle, pulling back to allow the movement of the offending material before moving back in to kiss him. Levi's lips are soft and taste peppermint, thanks to the tea and lip balm you had picked up for yourself from the apothecary. (he says he doesn't use it but more often than not, you taste it on him) His tongue runs along your bottom lip, sweeping up and flicking into your mouth with the ease of years together. You sigh into the kiss, weaving your fingers into his hair to tug at the strands. It's Levi's turn to sigh into your mouth as he sinks into the chair, feeling you start to grind your hips over his. He lets you begin to move, revelling in the feeling of you taking control and using him for your enjoyment, but as your speed picks up, as does his breath. Pulling back from your mouth, Levi lets his head fall back against the chair, soft pants falling from his perfect lips.

"You're gonna make me cum in my pants?" he asks, eyebrow lifting, but it drops quickly as you rut against his clothed cock. Your answer comes as you tug on his hair, pulling his head back, so you have unrestricted access to his neck. He pants and sighs, hips now rolling up into yours, chasing a high he didn't know he needed. But now, with you here so close to him, smelling so fucking good, he needed to cum. It's not as if he was pent up, you had fucked each other stupid last night and again this morning, but there was something about the thought of you taking care of him, making sure he was well-rested and cared for, has his cock aching.

"You wanna cum, pretty boy?" your voice is breathless in his ear, tongue swirling along the skin, pulling him further into the pit of need.

Levi nods, fingers digging painfully into your hips.

"I want you to say it" You pull his face back to yours. "Tell me how badly you wanna cum, baby" He huffs into your mouth, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he bites down.

"I wanna cum so bad. Wanna have you clean me up, fuck” Levi is panting, eyes screwing shut as his stomach squeezes. "Please, angel."

"Yeah?" you tease, fingers slipping under the collar of his shirt. You roll your hips against his quicker, feeling the heat of his cock through the pants, and imagine him sinking into you.

"Please," Levi pleads, pressing his mouth to yours.

His tongue slips over yours as you gasp into his mouth, feeling his hips thrust up from the seat, pushing against the seam of your pants before Levi's breath hitches, and he stops his movements. His head falls back as his jaw goes slack, hips stilling and spilling his load in his trousers.

Biting down on your lip to stifle your smile, you reach out and card your fingers through his hair. Following his hairline down to his temple, then map a path down his jaw to cradle his face in your hands. You let him sigh into you, slumping back in the chair.

"Feel better?"

Levi nods, eyes still closed, and takes a few more breaths. God, he is so fucking beautiful.

[hes-the-muse]

Pairing: Homelander x Female reader : RED ROSES AU Warnings: 18+ only. Sex. Smut. Minors/under 18s do NOT interact. Author: @theboysfanfic Original post: HERE Words: 5.8k

SUMMARY: Homelander takes you flying during a storm. Other things he hinted at happen for the first time.

Notes: Red Roses AU Part 7 is finally here after a very long wait. I am reposting my fic on he's-the-muse because unfortunately, the tags on TheBoysFanfic have stopped working and now I cannot see any of my previous or new posts in the Homelander tags. Nothing is showing AT ALL! This is my longest chapter of RED ROSES AU, I've worked really hard on it and I would like it to be at least available for anyone who wants to read it in the Homelander/TheBoys fandom. Especially that we are always looking for new Homelander fanfic. I created my blog specifically to be dedicated to Homelander only fanfic over at TheBoysFanfic. I hope the blog stops being invisible at some point as I don't know how to resolve it. :( Credit: Dividers by @/firefly-graphics x. feedback/18+ banners by @/maysdigitalarts

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‘I'm so sorry, what did I say to you?’ John looks around, through sleepy eyes, and then immediately remembers. His widening eyes apologising to you.

You smile down at him, stroking his hair again. ‘Hey it’s ok.’

He gently takes your wrist, about to move your hand, but he starts tracing patterns around the ticklish inner part as he lies in your lap.

‘I didn’t mean to..’ John looks away, ‘fall asleep on you.’

‘But I love it, you look so cute. It’s a bonus for me.’

John looks more at ease, ‘Really?’

‘Of course.’

‘But, I um, really, I’m sorry, about,’ he’s struggling with his words, willing them to come out so you encourage him by running a thumb over his brow and temple. He looks at your mouth, a gentle smile on your face as you do that, he presses his head into your lap and finds the words to continue.

‘So I, I didn’t want to ruin the moment, it was just me, I, I am going to struggle with myself from time to time, I know that and I don’t want it to turn you off.’

‘You won’t.’ you say with soft determination, ‘You can try, but I’ll help you realise, you won’t’.

He turns to look you in the eyes.

‘You won’t!’ you whisper to him gently.

‘Oh I hope so!’ he looks embarrassed, but lifts himself up from your lap to take your face in his hand, putting on his bright smile, ‘I’m gonna get dressed, wait here.’

Wanting to kiss his smile, you wait for him. So bright, but full of self doubt. You really want to help him. To kiss the doubt away.

And when you see his smile in the reflection of the window when he returns, you turn around and this time you are taken a back by his lack of suit. He isn’t wearing his Homelander uniform. He’s taken off his trousers. You see him in blue jeans, in a white t-shirt with a light blue short sleeve button up over the top. He looks gorgeous.

‘Wow.’ You say.

‘So you like it?’

‘No, I love it.

He sits down carefully. He turns to you carefully, his eyes change, they soften, familiarise, and accept you appreciating him, at least for the moment. We talk, we eat. We laugh and then he’s serious. Hot and serious. Dangerous and sexy. To you. The air changes and I stroke his cheek, I smile and ask to be in his lap. He lets you and you sit like that for a bit. Touching, kissing, craving. You crave him and he responds in ways you longed for all this time, before you went into his trailer that day. Kissing back, caressing, pressing you into him. It could have been a few minutes, or a few hours, you really are not sure.

He's asking you with his eyes again, to touch him. To go further. You don't want to tonight. Well, you want to to, but you have to stay restrained. You stroke his chest, reaching his waistband, the one that is off kilter, falling off his hipbones, his jeans that you unabashedly unbuttoned this time, but had to pull yourself back from doing more.

You bite your lip. Hesitating.

He looks at you, waiting.

He tries to push your hand further down to the edge of his half undressed waist. Your fingers crawl until they find the hair trail on his lower stomach, when you are about to reach down walking over the hair there, gently, incrementally, he begins climbing forward towards you on the sofa. You block him by putting a hand on his chest at arms length.

‘Ugh I can't stop you.’. you swiftly drop your arm.

He falls towards you and you crash to his lips. The make-out session lasts for ages. Your chin is raw from the friction, your hand has finally made its way past his waistband, intertwining your fingers in his hair and you’ve been fortunate enough to creep down close to the base of his dick but no further. You won’t let yourself go any further although you know it’s a tease. He’s teasing you with his hand too. Just hovering over your panties, gently passing over the fabric, grazing your inner most thighs. Stroking your leg and trying to pull you on top of him but you’ve resisted it all. And he’s resisted your advances. You both push the boundaries but step back from them every time. Kissing. Just kissing until it’s time to go to sleep. He promised you his own bed. You almost don’t care to sleep on your own. You want him.

Now.

Again and again.

But you won’t have him now, this is still your first date as a couple. He kisses you across the lounge, to the edge of his room, leaving you be.

‘Good night.’ he says.

‘Good night John.’

A giant bed with immaculate bedding, crisp and clean, stands centered. The sheets are cool when you get in, but it takes some time to get to sleep. Still feeling the kisses he placed on your lips and the knife’s edge situations you found yourselves in. You wait until you can’t hear him walking around anymore. Retrieving your lollipop that Homelander let you keep, you hold it where he touched you. Over and over. Wondering if he can hear the soft buzz, you think of him until you fall asleep.

..

In the dark the figure of him catches my eye. The shape of him. He told me. I should have expected it. But it’s the shape of him, how he’s curled up on the sofa. He’s cradled and curled against a pillow. His body flush with its plushness.

I want to hug him like that. I want to mirror that pillow. I’m taken aback. He looks so cute I want to cry and jump in with him. But I can’t. Can’t I?

You get in carefully next to him. So careful as to not wake him. He looks so peaceful. Oh baby, you’re so cute.

You move the pillow and get in. He wakes up, his eyes flicker open, lids twitching. He’s half asleep and it takes a while for him to realise. He looks at you with unfiltered emotion. Like he’s been craving your touch and your attention. Before he has a chance to put on his Homelander mask and filter.

‘You’re so special John.’ I whisper to him, while setting his head back onto the pillow for him to sleep comfortably.

..

He ignores you for some time. For days.

You’re angry and worried. He hasn’t come to your office all week. He hasn’t been to your apartment. John where are you? What the fuck are you playing at? I didn't want this to happen.

I don’t dare text him. I should. Not now.

- I haven’t been around but I will be.-

- You don’t need to. -

- I do.-

You ignore him.

He comes to see you that night after your long shift at work. He doesn't let you leave your desk. Rests his arm across, blocking your exit.

‘John stop.’ Slinging your bag over your shoulder you try to leave, ‘I’m tired. I’m going home.’

‘I’m tired of this.’ he says.

‘Oh my God, so you finally came to tell me, well thank you.’ You push past him and leave for the door.

‘Don't.’ he says with a hand on my chest. He grits him teeth, ‘I don’t want to do this to you.’

‘Goodbye John.’ I’m glad I didn’t sleep with him.

‘Nope,’ he holds you in place, expression tense and agitated.

‘No? you look up at him, ‘I though this would be different, was I wrong about you? Let me leave.’

He looks hurt. His eyebrows loosen and rise in the centre.

‘Why are you upset now? You ignore me for almost a week and you act like this? Just tell me what you want to say properly, I’m tired of this too.’ You slap his chest with the back of my hand. You wait.

‘If you're not gonna say something that doesn't make it sound worse I’m going!’ you say.

He grabs your elbows in both hands, drawing you close to him, his eyes in turmoil, his teeth grinding. He exhales into the top of your head, and hugs you.

‘What’s going on? ’ you look up at him.

He strokes your hair with one hand. His eyes turn glossy. He’s not saying anything.

‘Tell me something, you need to be able to talk to me.’ Your voice is firm. His lip trembles and he kisses you. I pull back and resist the urge to shove your tongue down his throat.

‘John talk to me. You can’t do this.’

‘I..I…’ he stutters.

You watch him.

‘What.’ you ask quietly.

‘I’m sorry.’ he whispers.’ He closed his eyes pressing you to his chest.

‘Why?’ you ask.

He holds you.

‘Do you regret having me over?’ I say.

He pulls you back and holds your face in his hands. His eyes look worried. He shakes him head no.

‘No no no,’ he growls, ‘I did not want this to happen.’

‘Hey calm down. Talk, to me. I’m here, so you can talk to me.’ you say.

He sides eyes you. You come up to him, placing your palms on the side of his face this time. Searching his giant confused eyes, watering with the weight of a thousand thoughts.

‘I’m not here to hurt you, so don't hurt me. Have I ever shown you I want to hurt you?’ you ask.

He shakes his head no.

‘Then look to my actions. Like I look to yours. If you do what you did there’s nothing else I can base my thoughts on. Other than that you don’t want to be with me and you made a mistake with me. But if you did make a mistake you need to tell me that. This isn’t high school.’

‘I didn’t..’ he says with his chin lowered. ‘I didn’t make a mistake. You’re not…you made me realise something else.’

‘What is it John? You can tell me.’ you look into his eyes hopefully. Will he be able to open up to me?

He slowly moves his hand behind your neck. ‘You, you’re the only person..’ He cuts off and breathes into his fist, turning away from you. You grab his shoulders and try to turn him round. He’s stressed. Too preoccupied with himself to respond to your touch. You leave him. He suddenly spins round to face you.

‘You’re the only woman,’ his voice gains confidence and he walks towards you as he’s talking. His hand wraps the back of your neck, he leans in, ‘You’re the only woman, that I have ever felt something for. And I can’t tell you what I feel, if I tell you, you will know,’

‘Why is that bad John. If you tell me? I want to know.’ you look into his eyes, locked on them.

‘If you know, I won’t be able to have you.’

‘Have me how?’ you ask.

‘Like we are now.’ he smiles.

‘And how are we now? Do you think how we are now is a good way to be for a couple?’

He’s taken aback. He didn't expect you to say that? He thinks for a second.

‘It’s good how we were three days ago, I want us to be like that.’

‘And we are like that. As long as and only if you communicate with me John. Three days ago was nice, it was amazing, I had a wonderful time with you. I love that you can be comfortable with me, in your own house, that’s a big deal. What has changed since then? Did something happen? I want to know.’

‘I released that, I couldn’t cope if you don’t feel the same.’ he scrunches his nose, pushing back the emotion. Pressed his forehead against mine. Weaving his other hand around my waist.

‘John I really like you.’ you tell him quickly.

He growls lightly at that, wobbling slightly with his face glued to yours.

‘So if you want us to be a real couple, you’re gonna have to put your trust in me. Will you do that? I’m gonna trust you with my life when I fly with you. You’re gonna have to trust me with your heart.’ You slowly slide your palm up his torso, onto his heart and press it there as you stand together.

‘I want you to be happy.’ you say.

‘I’m sorry I didn't know. I didn't know you felt like that, I couldn’t take it if there was a possibility that was not true. I couldn’t break the illusion, so I was, scared to talk to you.. I can't lose you.’ He presses you tight against him.

..

‘FUCK YOU ASHLEY!’ he yells and storms out.

He walks into your office on a busy day. Borrowing you.

‘Right! You're coming with me now. We have to go!’

‘Where John, I have work?’

‘What, you filling in consent forms for some pathetic supe? That can wait!’ he rolls his eyes.

‘No but..’

‘No buts, come!’ he holds out his arm to you. You walk out with him arm in arm. The eyes are always on you two when they see you together. The jealously is always there, overt and some under the surface.

He lowers his voice to you as you walk side by side, ‘I heard you by the way.’

‘What did you hear?’ you ask.

His citrus vanilla cologne slips past you as he leans in.

‘I heard,’ he looks at you, ‘the buzzing.’ He looks confident and playfully mocking. He turns you around, stops you in your tracks and slams you against a wall holding you by your arms.

‘Oh you did..’ you smile and blush.

‘Oh I did, and you know what, I gave that back to you and you used it right then, after we…, after I, I held myself back, and you, you couldn’t. I wanted you so badly and you couldn’t wait. I want you to stop using it, ok? I need you to be able to use me, and only me. Got it?’

You squirm form under him. ‘ Well, Homelander, you umm, I haven’t been able to use you yet,‘ you twirl your hair, look in his devastating eyes, and trail hand up his inner thigh. ‘Have I? So I think you can forgive me. Yeah?’

‘DON’T!’ he grabs your hand off his leg.

‘You haven’t, but you will.’ His eyes sparkle with complete, solid confidence that his words are true.

‘The real reason I’m here is to tell you are coming with me to my press appearance.’

‘What? What am I gonna do there?’

‘You’re going. You’re my girlfriend and everyone needs to know you are by my side. It starts today!’ he says. Dragging you by your hand.

The flashes are blinding but his grip on your hand is comfort in a sea of reporters and news anchors. You never felt like this before. His megawatt smile emerges from the lights and he announces to the world you are his.

‘Today I would like to welcome someone very special to me, she will be joining me on all of my appearances form now on. This, is my girlfriend.’ He proudly walks with you, hand in hand in front of the crowds. Waving at everyone.

He says to you through his teeth, ‘Wave to them babe!’

‘John, putting me in public eye isn’t going to make you trust me more. It doesn’t work like that. Did you do this to makeup for our fight?

‘Yes.’

‘It's very sweet really, I get where you're coming from, but..’

‘There is a but..’ he says.

‘Of course there's a but.’

‘What's the matter babe?’

‘Are you doing it because you really want to be with me?’

‘I put you up here, so you would stay.’

‘Oh god, do you realise that's so insulting!? You haven't told me you wanted to make us public. What did I say about talking to me John?’

‘But if you left me we would have to explain why through a PR campaign. I trust you would not want that. You don’t want that do you?’

‘Christ, you want to lock me in with blackmail? John listen to me, you don't need to do that! You can’t earn trust like that, I don't accept it. Besides it’s not real, it won’t be real like that.’

He’s listening as his attention is on the crowd.

‘I’m mad John, because it’s not normal for me to think it’s ok you tried to manipulate me like that. Because people that care for you would never need to be manipulated like that. They’re not normal John.’ You turn to him abruptly and grab his face in both your hands. You throw yourself onto him, kissing him in front of the onlooking crowd. When you pull back you tell him, ‘How’s that for making us public? Please believe me when I say I want you, I need you to trust me, and if you try to lock me in I'll throw away the key too.’ I take his hand and smile wide towards the cameras. You see him gazing at you from the corner of your eye.

..

He drops a note on your desk today. It’s a lottery scratch card, lucky dip, with today’s date and the words ‘storm, clouds, rain. Meet me at the place.’

..

Him coming out of the dark to meet you on this stormy evening. He has this look on his face. This sexy glare as you see him emerge from the shadows.

'Hi.' He says. In an effortless, quietly calm but dangerous way. Keeps your eyes on you and doesn't stop walking when he gets to you. He gently pushes you by your upper arm, pressing you into the wall leaning into the side of your cheek.

Then he says, 'If we're going to do this I'm going to have to at least kiss you before we set off.’ he softly smiles, ‘Now.'

'Hi John.' you manage to say between breaths, the hard wall behind your back, your elbow on the stone as his fingers are around your arm making light marks. He ghosts his forehead along the side of your face and plants a kiss on your cheek, moving his face in front of yours. 'Let's try this again, I'm gonna kiss you, and you can find out, how I felt at my apartment when you kissed me.'

His eyes are firm, demanding and sparkling blue even in the dark. He waits.

He still waits for you to respond. You place a palm on his upper arm, raising your eyes to his, placing your other hand on his shoulder blinking up at him. He is still, holding you in the same way as when he posed the question. He shifts a smidgen further against the wall, still leaving you your space, your hands slide a centimeter or two up his arms. You loop your arms around his neck, resting on his collar. You look wide eyed into his eyes waiting for him.

It’s there underneath the layer of your shirt, you’re conscious of it since you were very deliberate with your selection. His fingers dragging over the strap underneath, he lingers on it, feels for the shape of it hugging to your body, stroking over the curve of your shoulder. And again his thumb presses against the front, he knows the texture now and wants to follow the band to where it might lead. It curves towards your breasts in an arc, a cage wrapped over your chest. He finds the dip in the strap and withholds from moving further.

‘Are you going to kiss me?’ he smirks with a glint in his eyes and those fangs popping from below his top lip.

You lift your chin and give him a mocking look. ‘I’m gonna tease you some more. I’ll wait for you. Why don’t you make the move.’

John’s face is relaxed, looking at my face, then he turns it into his brightest ear to ear smile, his teeth flashing at you even in the dark. Oh.

‘John are you ok?’ you ask.

Of course I’m ok, babe.’ He strokes your hair, tilting his jaw, smiling with those eyes and talking through his teeth.

‘Alright!’ he slides his arms down yours and takes both your hands in his, lifting you from the wall, spinning your back up against his front, sighing in your ear. Trailing his hands down your arms, interlacing his gloved hands with yours.

‘Ok for now.’ he says with an unsatisfied smile he grabs one hand and leads you out.

..

You walk along the rooftop, the rain sprinkling you both. Homelander turns around to look back at you. His perfect hair wet, slicked back against his head, the blonde darkening with the raindrops. You face your palms up to the sky, looking up into the grey clouds. His eyes widen, looking at you like you are the best thing he has seen. His round eyes are adorable and he is magnetic as he gazes at you under the rain. His suit is repelling the water. You touch the raindrops settling on the fabric, on his shoulders, on his chest, pressing into each drop, breaking the water membranes. The sexiest thing is that his hair is so disheveled, like you haven’t seen before, and his blue eyes are somehow more melancholy under the grey skies and drizzle.

‘Ok for now John?’ you ask.

He shakes his head looking down. ‘Anything for you.’

‘Anything for you.’ you say as you lean up to his mouth. He blinks, droplets catching in his lashes, making their way through the stubble and down his chin. You rest your hand on his cheekbone. Your lips meet. The warmth intensifies as you stand on the cold rooftop. When the kiss is broken, he wraps you in his cape. Close and warm, warmer still as he hugs you.

‘How do we do this? What do you need me to do?’ you say.

‘Wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight.’

You do as he tells me.

He wraps an arm around your waist. You feel secure.

‘I’m not gonna lie, I’m scared.’ you say.

‘Hold on!’ he warns, ‘I will never let you fall, but hold on.’ He smiles into your ear at the last words.

There’s a subtle movement you can’t pinpoint in the moment, and then you are in the air. The weather spins around you. The thunder starts to roll. The lightning crackles in the distance. You grip his neck tighter.

‘Don’t worry. I have you. Remember what I told you?’ he says.

‘You’ll never let me fall.’

‘That’s right. Not my girl. No matter what.’ His eyes spark flashes of red and turn back to his pool blue just as quickly.

He looks at you every so often, he places a small kiss on your head when your heart rate slows. You close your eyes, try to feel the movement through the sky, the air moving past you, the smell of the atmosphere, the rain and the dust and charged clouds. Clouds are full and bursting at the edges but we can’t go that far. Not with you in his arms.

He stops mid flight. Never loosening his grip on your waist or letting you away from his body. But he stop and holds you.

‘John..?’ you whimper.

‘I’m gonna kiss you this time.’ he talks slowly.

‘Do we need to wait?’

He looks at you from under his brow, playful but firm. ‘I can’t drop you. I can never. This is fine. We’re good.’ He leans with a dreamy eye towards your lips. It’s like this electric atmosphere building up in with him. Charged with warm feelings and your desire for him. His desire for you is evident in the way he’s kissing you. Soft and careful, then firm. Now feverish and hungry. Everytime his perfect lips part, you get his tongue lapping into your mouth. And you dare not let go but you want to run your fingers through his hair, tangle and pull it until he’s sick of it and pins you to the ground. Anywhere.

He pulls back rests his head on yours, panting. His eyes all lit up. Thunder rolling, his eyes flashing fire.

‘Don’t get me wrong, but how do you have the strength and concentration to do this?’

He rubs his nose on yours side to side, blinking the rain off his lids, shaking the water off his face, the corners of his lips curl up.

‘I’ll show you more than that. Can you let one arm go?’ he looks you in the eye until he’s sure you are ok with it. You release one hand from the back of his neck, and let him take it. Your faces still balancing on each other and the both of you hovering in the sky, you ask him with a look.

‘Do it.’ He commands in a whisper, the fire in his eyes a continuous glow.

You reach between his legs stroking your hand flat over his bulge. He bumps you gently with his nose. You continue, dragging your palm back up to his belt. You reach below the belt, constantly eying him up. You feel him better through one less layer. He’s hard and fills your palm.

‘Give me your lips.’ you say. He smiles and tilts his face into yours.

‘I can’t wait,’ he raises his eyes to yours slowly, seductively, the passion shooting through his eyes, ‘til later.’

‘Oh how much later?’ you say.

‘Now.’ He growls and puts your arms back onto his shoulder, swooping down and flying you both back to the ground.

..

He places his hands on top of your shoulders. The look on his face right now is serious, almost angry. He's silent, concentrating. He begins to undress you, to slide the straps down, guiding his hands from your shoulders down your arms. He pins your wrists above your head, the wall cold, his whispered words falling into the curve of your neck as he sighs and growls in response to your wobbling under him, warmth and softness under his fingers. The mac you wore is on the bathroom floor. The curve of the caged bra is visible to him again. He follows it this time. Tracing the line down the swell of your chest, the look on his face is intense, his eyes are on fire and his lips snarled, curling up in desire. He’s undressing you from the top down. Eye flickering as he does, following the exposed flesh when he peels every layer of your clothing away. You cling to him each time he exposes a part of you. To to his biceps as he smoothes down your shoulders, hands onto his pecs when he has opened your bra, dropping it to the floor, scratching your nails down his chest at the first feel of his hands cupping handfuls. He exhales, you kiss. You claw at his suit, the back of his neckline. He helps you undo it and you unfasten the lapel on his chest to reveal broad shoulders, smooth chest and gorgeous muscle definition. He caresses down your waist, you remove the rest of your clothes. He grabs you, his biceps pop and you can’t help but stare. The sparks in his eyes are seductive and devious. He has that lip, the curved asymmetric smirk but questioning you as he stares right into your eyes. His hand slides down the front of your stomach, down to your knickers, travels to the edge of your knicker line, slowly as he asks you non verbally, his fingers slide past the edge, visible under the transparency of the red lace. The first thing he feels is the Brazilian strip leading to where you’ve been wanting him. And you feel electric under his touch. With his palm flat, his eyes on yours, he pushes you a against the shower wall with his other. He feels and caresses between your legs and his chin lifts and mouth twitches. You reach down to his belt, under his suit, looking into his eyes as he’s looking into yours. He lets you take off his trousers, you pull them off his hips, scratching and dragging the pads of your fingers over his naked thighs. He slowly hooks his fingers at the side of your panties and pulls them down never leaving your face, never stopping his intensity. He pushes you under the waterfall shower, switches it on and hot comforting water falls over you. He’s in nothing but his boxers and you’re exposed to him fully, with only the water for warmth. He turns you to the glass wall of the shower.

‘What are you waiting for?’ he says in his signature gravel. The water pouring from his hair onto your left shoulder, his hands either side of your head. He’s leaning on the wall looking down at you. You reach for his boxers, purposefully lingering in the moment. Although he has you naked and vulnerable, caged in and no where to go you wait to reveal him. On the edge of your excitement, the fabric of his water logged boxers clinging to his erection. He keeps whispering in your ears, left and right, how he’s waited so long. To touch you, to have you. Crawling fingers up his thighs, carefully to the waistband of his boxers you pull them down. Him springing out, finally naked.

He leans you up against the glass wall of the shower. His jaw a little lowered, the veins in his hands puffed as he’s leaning. Your ass pressing against the glass. Steam rising. You're making an imprint. Water is running over his body in streams, down his chest and streaming past his hips and bellybutton, right over his cock. And he's beautiful. It's beautiful. You’re seeing him naked for the first time ever, and you are trying to take in the image of him standing in front of you. He's probably around 7 inches, just nice. The water running down and over the head of his cock. You touch him and he bounces under your hand. You step up to him, letting him nestle between your thighs, his dick is slippery and warm, you step closer making him rest against your pussy. You start to move, gliding over the length of him. He holds you up against the wall, catches his lips on yours, the texture of his face against you, he pushes his dick in shallow, pulling back, teasing you, pumping really shallow strokes. It feels magical. Does he even need to do anything else. When he sinks into you fully, he keeps himself there and rotates his hips, creating a friction with the base of his dick against your inner walls and at the same time hitting and pushing the head of his dick up to your cervix, making you moan out in pleasure. He starts to push into you at a different angle. He stands back, supporting your weight fully in his arms, adjusting your hips so he could gain a varied entrance, angling up to hit your front wall, not too deep but just at the right sensitive spot. You feel like you need to pee but the sensation is at the same time amazing. He builds his rhythm, staying consistent, hitting that spot over and over. You tell him to move quicker.

‘John, how fast can you fuck me?’

He pulls his face back a bit, tilts his head to look at you, checking if you mean it, checking if it’s ok.

‘Fuck, John just do it.’

The feeling of him is overwhelming, you close your eyes and turn your face against the glass wall. When you look back to him you notice he’s not even standing anymore, he’s hovering, flying above the tiles, creating that delicious pace you craved and asked him for. He increases his pace even more, focusing on hitting you at an angle upwards. You start to shout out.

He hovers ever so slightly further up, creating friction inside you with the length of his dick and rubbing against your clit. On each of his thrusts he lifts himself up abruptly, hitting that inner wall, creating an explosive wave each time, building up an orgasm.

‘Oh my god John what are you doing? Don’t stop!’

‘What did u say ?’ He asks. Slowing down in a devious way,

‘Don’t fucking stop! You pull his hair hard.

‘Don’t stop what? he says.

‘John fucking hell…don’t…’

He’s keeping you on the edge, easing off you and letting your clenched muscles relax a bit but not too much.

‘Say please.’ John says.

You whimper. His dominance making you wetter if that were possible.

‘I…’ you try to speak.

‘What?’ he says.

‘Uhh, I…’ you sigh and struggle to say anything meaningful, trying to catch your breath is all you can do right now. He slows down but keeps a rhythm, he wouldn’t dare stop completely. He’s listening to you make these delicious sounds, he has a dangerous look in his eyes, a square jaw and pursed lips.

‘I’m gonna be so good to you. So say it, please’, his chin is thrown up and his hair is shaking, falling into his eyes, eyebrows knotting, eyes turning wide, rounder and cuter in his passion, he’s trembling while asking you to say it. Your back slipping against the wet glass with his every anti gravity thrust.

‘Say it, he grits his teeth while his eyes are just about rolling back, ‘Oh fuck.’ he shouts out but he’s still good, still hitting you where you want.

‘Please..’ your eyes hold shut, ‘Please John.’ you manage and he destroys both of you a few minutes after.

‘I have you now and there’s nothing you can do.’ he says, kissing the top of your head.

He lays you down into his bed. Into the crisp sheets and warm duvet. He wraps you in his body heat, against his bare torso, his muscular legs entangling with yours.

‘John.’ You find his hand.

‘Uh huh?’ his eyelids flickering closed as he settles down to rest, he’s using his remaining energy to watch you carefully as you lie with him, filling up the empty space he’s slept next to for many years.

‘Tell me everything you want.’ You weave your hand through his gorgeous golden locks. Comforting him.

A soft kiss around your hairline, gentle caresses, so soft, not the way he was fucking you but in a way that seems to bring comfort for him. Facing him you realise his eyes are the saddest you’ve ever seen. Wide eyed and watery, holding back the feelings he could not tell you about.

Will he tell me? And will I know what he didn’t want me to know?

He’s petting your hair and breathing down your neck as you both fall asleep. Together for the first time. In Homelander’s bed.

In John’s bed.

[writer-akihiko]

Hello! ❤ May I request scenarios for Leona, Vil, Riddle, and Malleus who have a crush on their fem!childhood friend back in their homeland, who is also attending NRC? Said childhood friend could be their personal attendant back in their homeland who was also the same age or younger than them. Thanks in advance ❤

Childhood Crush: Leona, Vil, Malleus + Riddle 

This was a fun request to do! Actually, all the requests you give have been quite interesting to do, so I appreciate it. Planning photo for this.

Malleus Draconia

He was more than a little upset when he found out Lilia knew about your arrival to NRC. It irked him a little how Lilia even kept it hidden from him.

What upset him more was that you didn't end up in Diasomnia.

You ended up in Octavinelle.

He was a little upset to say the least, and it was unnerving seeing those eel twins hang around you.

"M-Malleus-sama! You're burning the flowers!"

Lilia tsked at him, and Malleus snapped back to his surroundings. He realised he had been staring at you at bit too long. Sebek shook his head in disapproval the action, looking over to you talking to the eel twins. You were quite vocal about the two attendants following you around.

"Alright, answer me please," You begged those two, praying that you don't lose your braincells once more. "Who told you to guard me?"

"YOU DARE TO NOT BE AW-"

"Yeah yeah, I'm not aware and I dare," You said to the green haired fae. "Now just spit it out. It's getting annoying."

The sleepy silver haired boy nodded off, letting the other fae speak.

"Why, the Great Malleus-sama! Have you been living under a rock to not know the Great Mal-"

"You mean Little Mal-Mal?!"

"Mal-Mal?!"

You wasted no time, skipping your club application to visit your childhood friend. You could hear those two yelling after you, but you were stopped by a large looming figure.

"I heard my name being called," He said, smiling down at you. "Welcome to NRC, my YN."

You bowed to your childhood friend once more, before looking behind the prince to see Lilia. Lilia greeted you once again, then quickly ushered the other two away to leave you alone. The green-haired Fae, whom you learnt his name was Sebek, continued to protest.

"Lilia-senpai! Malleus-sama is without a guard!"

"Hm?" He mused, smiling back at you. "His guard is right there~"

Malleus ignored the cries of a particular guard of his and instead shifted his gaze to you. "I would be lying if I said I didn't miss you," He admitted, continuing to stroll through Diasomnia, encouraging you to follow too.

You caught up with him, craning your neck upwards, trying to meet your gaze. "I miss you too Mal, but why did you have to grow so tall? My neck's aching here."

He stopped, looming over you once again. "I find the view from here quite enchanting… and even cute." He sighed, reaching out his hand to hold yours. "Although… I am quite… upset that you ended up in Octavinelle instead of my dorm."

"What? Are you jealous of the twins?"

"Yes."

….

…

..

.

"The Great Fae Prince?! Jealous of twins eels?"

He stooped to your level, picking you up by resting his hand on your bottom and supporting your shoulders. That's when you finally saw it. His pale face adorned a rosy blush as he bore into your eyes, not wanting to tear away for a single moment.

"If, after all these decades YN, you have not realised my affections to you since our childhood, then I shall tell you now," He whispered to you, drawing your gaze to his own with one of his clawed fingers. "I, Malleus Draconia and Prince of the Thorns, love you."

Riddle Rosehearts

"This is ridiculous!" He yelled at his lower classmen. It was giving him a headache as dorm leader at the amount of times Ace and Deuce were sent to Crowley's office. He was about to raise his voice once again-

"Riddle~"

It was a first for him to get so shocked out of his heels. He turned around, only to find you of all people, next to Trey and… wearing a NRC uniform?!

His jaw certainly dropped in more ways than one. First off, you looked absolutely adorable in that uniform and secondly, he thought he would never see you again. He had to keep up his composure, but gosh how much he wanted to hug you.

After your brief introduction delivered by Trey, Riddle had to admit he was a little jealous that the rest were staring so intently at you.

"Senior LN. Come with me."

"Day 1 and Senior LN's already in trouble," Deuce muttered to Ace, and to be frank the rest were surprised that your mere presence irritated their strict dorm leader.

The truth was the opposite.

Once he walked you to a quiet place in the dorm, he hugged you. "Honestly… Did you know how much I missed you?"

He allowed you to comfort him. It had been so long… It was almost like a dream seeing you at NRC. It didn't matter anymore that you were sent away from him. What mattered was that he finally got to see you once again.

Once he calmed down, he popped the question. "Why didn't you write to me about this?"

You patted down on your uniform, sitting on the garden grass. "Why should I?" You scoffed. "You never replied to me anyway… but with how you reacted, I guess you never received my letters…"

"My mother…" He muttered.

"You should thank Trey after this Riddle…" You said. "He helped me out with the whole ordeal."

He nodded. "Of course."

He went on to explain how his mother alienated him from certain friends and how you were a part of that list of blacklisted friends. "Well… it was more of me admitting I-"

"Hm? You said something?"

"Nothing!" He coughed, quite embarrassed he almost blurted out his thoughts. "Have you gotten sorted into a dorm yet?"

He saw you shy away, and he became ever more curious…

"Ignihyde…"

Oh…

He was not having it.

He stood up, returning to his queen-like demeanour, puffing out his chest. "I will- I mean, Heartsyabul will treat you better! Transfer at once!"

The afternoon was spent with you and Trey trying to prevent Riddle storming into Crowley's office with demands for your transfer. Needless to say, you two did succeed on the compromise that either Trey or Riddle himself will escort you to your dorm.

He watched as Trey helped moved your stuff into your room. You seemed settled in, and soon you waved Riddle and Trey goodbye.

As he walked away, he took out a special envelope with your name signed on it. Trey looked over his shoulder, musing over the secret memorabilia Riddle kept of you.

"Well… She's here now. Are you going to confess to her?"

Riddle shook his head, tucking away the letter.

"There will be other chances, but believe me that I had been waiting for her…"

Leona Kingscholar

He was a little surprised to see a student skipping around Scarabia with the handkerchief he gave to his first love. He was about to reprimand the student, lifting the student by the neck and…

"YN?!"

He put you down, and hooked his arms under your thighs and carried you away, not caring about your questions that you pestered him with. There was something in him that told him it was all a hoax or a dream, but your surprised expression only confirmed that it was really you.

He brought you to his dorm without shame, and seated you on his bed.

"Did Farena put you up to this?" He growled.

You noticed that Leona was a little aggressive than usual. "Leona, Farena didn't bribe me to see you or check on you," You replied. You guessed he still had a tiny grudge to you, his friend. "I wanted to come to NRC myself. Knowing you, you can handle yourself pretty well-"

Without warning, he leaped to your arms, embracing you as if you were going to leave him again. Just like everyone in his life.

You soothed him, patting his head and brushing his locks with your fingers. "I miss you too Leona."

You always understood him. You always knew when he didn't mean something, and you always knew what he felt even in the most dire moments.

A small part of him wanted to ask you why you rejected him a few years ago, but his heart knew the true reason. Despite loving you all these years, he never understood why you seemed so… distant from him. No matter, he had you in his reach now.

He pulled away, taking your smaller hand in his and told you he was going to take you on a tour of Savanaclaw. You laughed, replying that Jamil Viper was in the middle of your tour of Scarabia.

He groaned. "You just had to end up in Scarabia didn't you?"

He summoned the students living in the dorm, and held you on a pedestal in front of all of them, letting you sit on his shoulder. You were briefly introduced to Jack, and you knew Ruggie from way back. Leona told that you two could catch up later.

"Listen up you punks! YN here is a great friend of mine," He gestured to you. "So treat her with some respect or I will cut you open!"

The students replied with enthusiasm, some even saluting to Leona.

Later on, Leona escorted you back to your dorm, but not before bringing you close to him and giving you his word. "YN, I don't know why you rejected me that time, but you can bet that I will confess to you again so be prepared~"

Needless to say, after sending you away, he rushed to the Pomefiore dorm and demanded for Vil to help him out with his confession.

Vil Schoenheit

He was delighted to welcome his dearest to NRC, although he admits h e wanted to keep your arrival a secrecy. He didn't want unworthy beings attracting your heart when he himself has yet to confess his honest feelings.

"Vil!"

"YN!"

You two hugged each other, and Vil noted that you had gotten shorter the last time he saw you.

"Vil, you're wearing heels…" You said. "But you're still gorgeous Vil."

He patted your head, "Of course dearie."

After a meeting with Crowley, Vil toured you around his charming dorm of Pomefiore, finally stopping at his room to take a break. Vil also inherently gifted you some dresses as a dorm-warming gift. You felt a little guilty that he was spoiling this much, but then again, you knew Vil quite well.

He wasn't that upset that you ended up in Octavinelle, but he did go on to say that they didn't deserve such a beauty as yourself.

"Thanks for the tour Vil!" You said, finally ending up in your dorm. "I'll try to visit you soon."

"I'll wait for you then," He said.

Weeks went by, and you'd always go to chat with him and Rook whenever he was free. He was a little taken aback when you suddenly gave him tickets to the Mostro Lounge. "Azul hired me to sing for the Lounge," You said. "I want you to see me sing again!"

'God you're too adorable' He thought, patting your head and accepting it.

On your show night, he wasn't surprised that you wore one of the dresses he gifted. He was allowed to come to your pseudo-dressing room to give you some encouragement.

He brushed your hair, styling it in a way where it perfectly framed your face. "Absolutely beautiful my dear," He said, tucking a strand behind your ear. Before he left, he gifted you a bouquet of flowers with a letter for you in the middle.

"I wish you all the best my YN," He said, closing the door.

The night went by, and you sat there on your comforter, undoing all the hairstyling and taking off the accessories to prepare for the night. You were oddly nervous about what Vil wrote to you.

Back in Pomefiore, Rook was nosy as usual, but particularly intrigued by the sudden attention YN received from their dorm leader.

"Roi de Poison, what is in that letter with the roses you sent to YN?"

"A letter of confession," Vil briefly explained. He hoped you would realise the effort of his words; after all, he's been crushing quite hard, for about 10 years.

"I just hope you'd realise what you mean to me, my YN."

[glorious-blackout]

3, 21, 23, 30, 43 for the writer ask 😘

Thank you! 🥰

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

There must have been so many over the years! In terms of my writing style/favourite genres I've probably been inspired more by novels than fic ('A Series of Unfortunate Events' and '1984' have a lot to answer for), but I remember a couple of fics in the Muse fandom that I fell in love with when I first started out eleven(!) years ago.

One was called Wires which was an exercise in heartbreak and well-utilised present-tense, while another was called Synapse which was a wonderfully weird sci-fi story. Sadly Wires was deleted ages ago and I've never been able to find a copy of it, but Synapse has been preserved on AO3 😊

21. What’s your least favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

The final few edits, where you've read the story so many times that you're sick of the sight of it 😅 I tend to overthink things like word-choice and sentence structure to the story's detriment by that point.

I think that's partly why feedback is so important for writers. Seeing someone's reaction to experiencing your story for the first time can mean the world when you've been hyper-critical of it for so long.

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Does 'Main Character Being Put Through All the Wringers' count? 😅 I am an angst-junkie at heart... I don't usually think of tropes when I'm writing, but 'friends to lovers' has a habit of cropping up in my Milex fics 🥰

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words

I'll refrain from posting a snippet of my current WIP as it's technically a surprise, but I can share this (hopefully) non-spoilery bit from my big-bang fic:

"It was a sweat-soaked, sultry summer that heralded the birth of their third baby.  

At the height of an oppressive heatwave, the fierce sun had radiated the sleepy London streets, projecting illusions of melted tarmac and puddles that vanished the instant one drew near. News channels became preoccupied with reports of the third record-breaking summer in a row, the south of England depicted in blistering red on their displayed maps, and Alex’s delicate skin had adopted a permanent pink hue in spite of his ritualistic applications of suncream. 

It had been easy to ignore the fact that the planet was on fire. Within the safe, air-conditioned confines of Abbey Road Studios, Alex and Miles had shed all thoughts of the outside world as they noodled away on guitars and drew up new melodies on the piano. During lunch breaks they sat together, knee to knee like the old days, poring over lyrics and celebrating whenever a perfect metaphor joined their frantic scribbles. Within their safe cocoon, inspiration flared like an Olympic flame, unflinching and undying even in rare moments of creative conflict. The album came together almost too smoothly – certainly too quickly for Alex’s taste – as Miles’s reawakened love for Northern Soul married Alex’s seventies head in perfect harmony."

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember

One of the best experiences I've ever had was writing a fic called 'Watch Our Souls Fade Away' which I'd initially posted as a one-shot, expecting it to be quickly forgotten, only to receive a humungous wave of support for it. The wonderful feedback inspired me to add several more chapters and it remains one of the most positive writing experiences I've ever had.

Another was sharing 'You've Always Been Here' which I again expected to just be a little project shared between friends, but @elorianna stumbled upon it and convinced me to post it on AO3. Thanks to that story I've met some wonderful friends within the Milex fandom, and it also marks the first time someone else has written something based on my own fic (@alexxturner-me-on's wonderful 'T-Minus Your Last Five Minutes') which might just be the coolest feeling in the world 😭🥰

[writingsbychlo]

Oh you just put me on a Joel mood with that headcanon! If I'm not wrong I think you did a headcanon or just told us one of your ideas a while ago that involved Joel arriving at the safe place in the mountains and meeting the reader there and she's like this badass chick and he just falls head over heels for her but his a little shy and a bit self-conscious... do you have anymore 💭 about that???

oooohhhh yes yes i have that draft going on still, but it's been there for a while, so lets make it headcanons for the meantime;

no more requests, the sleepover is over! I am just filling out all the ones left in my inbox!

okay, so, joel is a little clumsy

and yeah, sometimes he freezes up

he's come a long way since his days of panicking and silently crying in the bunker, okay?

but, he still isn't epic

and then he meets you, and holy shit, how his whole life changes

because, you're like some kind of superhero. you're like the black widow of the apocalypse

he is simply sent out with a team as a cook. he hates that his only job is to forage for berries and decide which cuts of meat he can work with

and then he sees you in action, and he thinks he falls in love

because you're so fucking badass

and you don't even break a sweat

but, he's scared

because he doesn't know how you could be so badass in the face of danger, and he actively avoids you

in his mind, he's already written you off as rejecting him, and he kinda lives in that hurt that hasn't actually happened yet

the last time he tried to speak to someone as cool as he sees you was before aimee, and he can still hear laughing in his head and the clench in his chest

so he doesn't bother

it's the third time he's sent out on a scavenging and hunting session with you, well over a year after he met you, when you talk to him

"hey, you're joel, right? I'm (Y/N.)"

"I know. I mean, I don't know that. well, now I do, and I did before, but that makes me look creepy, and- shit- uh, hi. I think."

and he is absolutely certain that laugh is coming

and a laugh does come

but not the kind of laugh he was expecting. this isn't mocking. this is just amused, sweet, kinda cute, actually..

"well, I knew you were joel before I came over. you're joel who makes great food out of basically nothing. you're kinda famous, you know."

"oh, about as famous as you are, then? the badass who's scared of nothing."

and then you're blushing, and taking a seat next to him, and he's pretty sure he might hyperventilate, because did he do that?

"those are lies. I'm scared of a lot of things, I'm just good at dealing with it, I guess."

"so, you agree, you think you're a badass?"

"okay, regina george. I am pretty badass."

"I'm so glad you got that. coulda' ruined this whole thing."

and then you do that sweet little laugh again, and he's kinda proud of himself

"I hear you can draw things. can I see?"

he gets to show off some of his drawings, and you sit with him practically all night

until you get sleepy and wander away tor est before the morning, but he can't sleep, because he's practically buzzing

the next day, that really comes back to bite him in the ass

you're almost home, so damn close, and yet so fucking far

because nobody saw it coming, and he fucking freezes again

and of course, he gets himself pretty injured

some bad cuts and scrapes

and he's fucking embarrassed when you inevitably save him

he can't even look you in the eyes, actually

walking in silence all the way back

and sulking off to his cabin, not bothering to talk to anyone

he doesn't really talk to anyone for days, because he's humiliated

the only reason that breaks, though, is because you catch him off guard

"are you avoiding me?"

"yes. everyone, actually. crippling embarrassment and the low-key wish to be swallowed up whole by the ground will do that to a man."

"and, what exactly made you feel like this?"

feeling like he's being mocked, and scoffing, and almost walking away

but then you look genuinely confused and a little hurt, and he feels guilty

confessing that he hates that he can't be more useful, and that he feels weak

and pretty much just pouring out his heart

blushing, like really fucking hard when you run your hand through his hair and tell him it's okay

"y'know, you shouldn't feel embarrassed. it's not like we went through training for this. high school classes weren't biology, literature, monster-killing combat, maths. it's okay to be scared."

getting even more embarrassed when his eyes flick down to your lips, and he's pretty sure you saw it, too

"can you teach me, though? that's a good idea. lessons."

"you want me to teach you what?"

"to be brave."

"I think you're already brave, joel."

getting all flustered again, but he kinda feels like his ego is being built up, and he feels a little better about himself

"but, if you want, I can teach you how to fight."

"yeah, I'd like that."

he hates it to begin with

because that's a lot more physical exertion than he was ready for

which makes sense, because he's seen you do some stuff that would have him floored, without even breaking a sweat

and he didn't realise quite how heavy a sword was, but he struggles for a while

and, it results in a fair few scrapes and injuries

a lot of bruised shoulders as he learns to shoot and isn't prepared for the kickback

and a lot of little nicks from swords and knives

and even trying to sharpen arrows

but, he gets there

he gets a lot less clumsy, and he gets a lot stronger

and he feels a lot braver

"you have to choose something to focus on. I heard about your journey to find aimee. find something like that to focus on again, and when you get scared, think about that instead."

"what do you think about?"

"I think about my mom."

it leads to a deep story, and a lot of confessions by the fireplace that night. really baring your souls to one another.

and he loves it, because he gets to cup your cheeks and wipe your tears away, and you end up falling asleep on his shoulder, face pressed into his neck

he carries you to bed, and when he's leaving, you grab his hand for just a second, and tell him to "stay a while", and he does

so, the first time he really gets to put his skills to the test, it doesn't go so well

he doesn't freeze up, but he fumbles a little under the pressure, and fucks it up

but you weren't there, and you're what he focuses on, and he couldn't think

the next time, though, that goes really well

he's fucking proud of himself

because this was one hell of a trip, you've been away for three weeks and that was three weeks of time together

he got to do some drawing, and lately you've become his muse and you tease him for it but he teases you back and it makes you blush in that way he loves

and the next time he gets to put all his new skills to the test, he fucking smashes it

he doesn't freeze up, and he doesn't panic

he thinks about your pretty smile and his head stays clear and get feels so fucking badass

and when he finally gets back to the little campsite set up, he's still hopped up on adrenaline

it's probably the slight sting of a bite on his shoulder, or the blood and dirt he knows he's somewhat covered in, and the ache of a hard hit to his ribs, but he's practically high on it

and you're worried for him

he finds you with your legs crossed on your bed, drawing in his sketchbook with charcoal and you look so worried for him

he drops straight to his knees, your hands on his shoulders and thumbs pushing under his jaw as you inspect the damage, and he doesn't care

he just pulls you closer, until he can bump the tip of his nose with yours

close enough that he can feel the sharp intake of breath you make

"I'm gonna' kiss you so good you hit the clouds now, m'kay?"

"kept me waiting long enough." and you barely get it out, he doesn't let you, because he can't wait any longer

he's never felt more like a badass than this moment.

[shittylongcatposts]

"Good morning, my beloved."

You were still hallf asleep, when your husband's smooth voice spoke to you from the door of your shared bedroom. Along with his voice, the scent of his strawberry pancakes filled your nose.

Quickly, your sleepiness faded away and was replaced with happy excitement. You did not expect him to get up early for you today.

"I hope you're hungry", Jumin mused as he carried the tablet on which he balanced not only the pancakes but also a cup of coffee.

You did not answer him. You were watching him closely, ready to jump out of the way should the tablet come falling down on you. You knew Jumin was quite good at holding his balance, but there was always the chance of Elizabeth 3rd jumping in front of his feet out of nowhere. To your relief, both Jumin and the tablet made it to the side of your bed unharmed.

With the pancakes being held right next to you know, the scent was a lot stronger, immediately making your stomach growl.

Jumin let out a low chuckle. "There's my answer."

"I'm sorry Jumin", you said, looking up to him with a sheepish smile, "the suspense was just too much for me to say anything. Plus, I didn't want to distract you and make you fall."

"I think it's too late for that, darling. I have already fallen for you a long time ago."

Blushing at his words, you hit his shoulder. "You can't say things like that! For a moment I thought you really fell in the kitchen or something. I got worried."

With an adoring smile on his lips, he whispered a small apologie to you and placed the tablet in front of you. Finally, he walked around the bed, to climb in next to you.

"Enjoy your meal."

"What about you?", you pouted, "Did you have breakfast already?"

Jumin nodded. Still, you decided to share your plate with him. He was slightly protesting as you started to feed every second bit to him, but you wouldn't have it. So eventually, he accepted his fate, his eyes laughing each time you lifted the fork to his lips.

Havin the meal took a little bit longer as it usually would due to you insistence to share, but inevitably, the plate ended up empty.

"Thank you Jumin. They were as tasty as ever", you smiled, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

Then you leaned over to your sidetable and started to rummage around in It's drawer. Jumin watched you curiously. It took you a while, but eventually, you pulled out a small velvet box.

"Please just take it, quick!", you rambled, almost throwing the box into his hands. You shivered as you looked at him holding it. "God. This fake velvet is so gross to touch."

Jumin grinned as he was about to say something about your peeve, and how you two could easily afford real velvet, but he held his tongue. He knew you weren't too keen on being reminded you were rich now, and that you could use his money whenever you pleased. In a way, he found it very charming that you still insisted on paying for things with your own money, although it ended up being frustrating for him sometimes.

"Go on, open it."

You looked at him nervously as he turned the box in his hand. He never understood why you were so worried about the gifts you gave him. No matter what it was, he always adored your gifts, solely because they were from you. The fact that you went out of the way to find something for him, was the most beautiful gift he could receive from you in the first place.

Opening the little box reveiled a small cravat pin with a white little cat head on the front.

"It reminded me of Elizabeth", you smiled softly.

Jumin was in awe. He looked back between you and the pin repeatedly. Then, a wide smile settled on his face. "Thank you, my love. What a wonderful gift. Both you and Elizabeth 3rd will always be with me now."

"Just one thing. For the sake of Jaehee's sanity, please don't wear this pin to important meetings."

Jumin frowned at your request. Why would a little pin be a threat to his assistant's sanity?

"Of course I am going to wear it to work and especially to meetings. It will surely bring me luck!"

"It's just not the most professional pin", you sighed. "You can wear it at work but please put it in your pocket in meetings. For me?"

You husband was clearly not quite happy with you proposal, but at the smae time, he could never refuse any of your requests. If it was something that was important to you, he was going to put his wishes on second place.

"Alrihgt. If you insist, I will not wear it to my meetings. Even though I don't think it would be too much of a problem if I did after all-"

You immediately interrupted him. "If Jaehee tells me you're visibly wearing that pin at a meeting, I will give Elizabeth into Saeyoung's care over the weekend."

Your final statement made every argument he had redundand, ending the small discussion right there. If you were to pull poor Elizabeth 3rd into this, giving here to Saeyoung of all people, there was nothing that would make it worth it to deny your wishes.

Smiling, he pulled you into his arms. "I did not think you'd play this dirty.", he hummed, kissing the top of your hair.

You smiled triumpantly, turning into his embrace. With a sigh, you ran you hand down his chest, only stopping shy of the hem of his pants. "We both know how dirty I like to play.....no....?", you hummed, pulling on it lightly. Your smile turned into a grin, as you pushed yourself off him just enough to move on top of him. Your hands wandered back up to his chest, playing around with the buttons of his shirt, opening them swiftly.

Placing your lips on his chest, you left a trail of kisses on his torso, all the way down to his bellybutton.

"Can I have my other valentines gift now?", you purred.

Jumin's breath was shallow, as he watched you with hungry eyes. "I am all yours, my love."

Teehee uwu happy Valentine's Day sis ♡♡♡ I love you very very much! I was actually meaning to make this a letter, but I had a lot more ideas for a fic than a letter orz I hope you enjoyed ♡♡♡♡

Ouuufff!!n @space-kitten-606 i'm dead!!! This is amazing!!! How?? No why??? I don't deserve this!????!!!!! Huhh??!! 😻😭😭😭 Also 🥰😻🥰😻😸 i'm in wuv!! Have lots of wuv to give back to you!! 💜💖💕💜

Anyways! Ehm before I forget it again- Happy Valentines day! (I always forgot about it, i'm sorry)

[outthefryingpan]

Your writing is amazing ! I'm a sucker for fluff personally,, so if I have to suggest something,, it'd be cuddles. Just cuddling after a long,, busy day. Maybe in Winter,, a specially cold day,, those are the best days for cuddling,, and more so if it's with such a hot (pfft) monster like Grillby ! Just giving ideas,, I'll be happily reading anything you update here next. Have a nice day. :)

Cold Nights

Pairing: Grillby/Reader

Rating: Everyone

Notes: I’m a sucker for that too! I very much enjoy this suggestion, thank you! Send more any time u like :^> This is set on the surface! Most of the pieces I write will be set this way unless stated otherwise.

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You can’t believe how late it is when you finally begin walking home. Pulling your phone out and pressing the home button tells you it’s only a few minutes away from midnight. Your feet ache, and you want nothing more than to just crawl into bed.

Luckily for you, it isn’t a long walk to Grillby’s from where you are, maybe a little over 5 minutes, but you really hadn’t anticipated it being this cold and blustery out. Then again, you didn’t anticipate your boss holding you back as late as she did either, so you use that as your excuse for being jacket-less. In reality, it probably wouldn’t have been much warmer out even if you did leave on time, but you’re just going to ignore that. You unceremoniously shove your phone back into your pocket and quicken your pace, holding your hands together in an attempt to conserve some of your already waning warmth. 

In hopes of distraction, you let your mind begin to wander. Initially your prerogative is “think warm thoughts”, but of course that only leads you to thinking of Grillby. It’s inevitable. He’s the warmest thing you can think of.

You think back to when he first opened up his bar on the surface, and how he would stay open all night, every night. The new influx of customers quickly overwhelmed him, and so he changed his hours to accommodate a new goal of his, one he’d adopted upon reaching the surface. He called it the, “not work myself to death” rule. You, nothing more than a new friend at the time, had laughed at that. It was one of the first jokes he’d made around you. You laugh again now, thinking about how horrible a job he’s done in sticking to his goal. Maybe it’s just unrealistic for him, you muse.

No, that isn’t fair. He drastically changed his hours when he first got here. Underground, he’d been open every day from noon to 3AM. How he’d managed a 15 hour work day every single day all by himself was absolutely beyond you, but he told you that down there, he really didn’t have much else to do. 

In a more private setting, after the two of you had grown closer, he confessed that when he lived underground, he felt a sense of obligation to be open as often as possible, to act as a sort of home base for those monsters who were struggling, or just needed someone to help stave off their loneliness. 

Here on the surface, things are better! But they’re a lot different too, a lot busier. And so, with some kind pushing from his friends, he had ultimately decided not only to tighten his hours, but to hire some help as well.

You consider that to be the start of a deeper relationship blossoming between the two of you. You had offered to wash dishes and help with cleanup, and he gratefully accepted. You started talking more, spending more time together, and... The rest is history, you suppose. 

Now, he takes Sundays off, and closes at 10PM on Mondays. His daily hours are still pretty packed, but he has more servers and kitchen staff to help out with them. 

Suddenly, you blink in surprise at yourself as that reminds you of something.

Today’s Monday! That means he should have closed a while ago! 

You sent him a text earlier when you found out you would be late home and told him not to worry, but you totally forgot that it was possible for you to end up working later than him. That is a rare occurrence. 

Well then! 

You become excited at your findings, but quickly realize they mean that he may be sleeping. Rats... You need to be quiet coming in, then.

A chatter sounds in your skull just as the bar comes into view. It isn’t quite snowing out, but the biting, billowing wind is strong enough to drain most of the heat from you. Your fingers feel numb as they blindly wiggle around in your pocket, looking for your keys even though you’re still a little ways away from the front door. By the time you reach it, you’re putting in a pretty significant amount of effort to minimize your shivering and get it unlocked. It’s situations like these that make you thankful to only have a few separate keys to keep track of on your key ring.

The door itself is pretty new, but still creaks lightly as you push it open. Then, you almost lose your grip on the knob when a particularly strong gust of wind shoves you in through the front door. You stumble forward. 

Startled as you are, it doesn’t take you long to recover, close the door firmly behind you, and lock it with a huff. You’re just glad no one is around to have seen your little blunder. Hand still on the door, you sigh out your relief. Grillby would definitely be alerted by the door swinging open and slamming into the wall. He’d be alerted if you face-planted into the hardwood flooring, too. 

After taking a moment to smooth yourself out and appreciate the internal temperature of the bar, you glance around the dark room. As you expected, tables and chairs are neat, lights are off, and not a speck of dust can be seen. Sometimes you wonder if Grillby gets off on extreme cleaning. You snicker quietly to yourself.

The rise in temperature is great compared to the freezing nightmare you’d endured outside, but it isn’t anywhere near enough to stop your shivering. So you beeline for the staircase that leads to Grillby’s apartment- or more accurately, your ticket to comfort. It’s a little hard to see, and you nearly trip once on the way up, but the reward you’re met with upon entering is well worth it.

Instantly, you’re flushed with a wave of warmth.

Grillby sits on the couch in the living room that faces the door, knuckle pressed to the side of his mouth and book in hand. Your entrance alerts him, and his head turns up so his eyes can meet yours. They look tired. Yours do too.

He can see you shivering still, and it makes him frown. However, the beginning of a small smile finds its way onto his face when he lifts a hand and waves you over. Both of you know what comes next. You step toward him eagerly. 

Without a word spoken between the two of you, he places the thick, old looking novel down on the table in front of him, and opens himself up to you. Rather than sitting next to him like he had expected, you opt for plopping down directly in his lap, arms around his shoulders and legs on either side of him. He lets out a surprised grunt, but it quickly dissolves into a chuckle as his arms find their way around your midsection. You relish in the warmth they offer.

“You’re cold.” He starts.

“You’re warm.” You reply, though it’s muffled by the fabric of his thin shirt. He hears you despite this, and a fiery brow quirks up. 

“Aren’t I always?” Grillby asks. You can hear the teasing smile in his voice, but nod against him regardless. Thanks to him, you can feel your shivers mostly subside.

“Yea, but I especially appreciate it when it’s freezing out.” Comes your voice once more. Sighing, you feel his arm begin to rub slowly up and down your back, a soothing, sweeping motion that transfers his heat to you even faster. Suddenly comfortable, you’re reminded of how totally exhausted you are.

“I always tell you to bring a coat.” He tries for a chastising tone, but can’t help that it comes out as soft as it does. His voice is just a mumble now, reaching your ears easily despite its low volume. This is in part because he’s taken the liberty of placing his cheek against your head.

“Heh..Yeah...” You concede, burrowing your face further into him. It’s a long moment before you speak again. “I didn’t think you’d be up. Aren’t you tired?” At this question you look up at him as much as your current position will allow, cheek still smooshed into his shoulder.

His response is low, and doesn’t come immediately, which kind of gives you an answer in itself: Yes.

“Mm... I am..” He confirms your suspicion. A little more quietly, he continues. “But you were still out, and...” The elemental’s head lazily tilts, and the flames constantly spiraling off of it follow the movement. You catch him glance out the window. As if wanting to help illustrate his point, another forceful gust of wind rattles it just slightly.

A little guilt twists your stomach. He always worries, and you should have known he would be waiting. You should’ve fought harder to leave on time. You expect he’s going to finish the thought, but you already know where he’s headed, so you preempt him.

“You didn’t need to wait up for me...” You say softly. 

The response you get is hushed, but still quite matter-of-fact.

“I did. I wanted to. ...I like going to bed with you.” His tone is so simple, so casual, so... sweet. He’s just speaking honestly, yet it affects you so much. The guilt you feel morphs into adoration, and the feeling makes you grin. You’re sure he can feel it against him, but duck your head back down anyway.

“OK.” Your voice is muffled once more. But the smile in it is audible. A short, breathy hum escapes him, the sound like a sleepy little laugh.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, wrapped up in each other. The calm rise and fall of his chest slows further, and the surrounding blanket of his warmth cradles you softly. 

You don’t want to, but you eventually have to turn your face to the side. As comfy as he is, it’s a little hard to breathe that way. This movement seems to take him a bit off guard, and rouses him from a drowsiness he’d almost let get the better of him. You feel and hear the deep breath he sucks in as he shifts, bringing himself back off the brink of sleep. He props himself back up against the couch, holding you still as he does. You let out a large yawn, and gently pat his back.

“OK...Time for bed?” You ask quietly. In his sleep-addled state, he can only nod. Without another word, arms around your middle become hands on your waist, and he lifts you off of him and gently places you on the cushion next to him. Slowly he stands, stretching. His flames crackle and pop with the action, and once he’s satisfied he lets out the breath he’d been holding and turns to you with a bright orange hand extended.

For a moment, you consider asking him to carry you. You’re exhausted! But another look at his slightly lopsided posture and barely open eyes reminds you he’s right there with you. So you make do with just grabbing his hand and using it to help pull yourself up. Once you’re on your feet, you two begin a slow stroll to your shared bedroom, and step inside. 

The blinds are drawn, so the only light permeating the darkness you stumble around in to change is Grillby himself. You end up in just your underwear and a big T shirt. Following your lead, he removes his own top and bottoms, leaving himself only in his briefs. 

It’s only about 45 seconds after you enter the room that both of you are crashing into bed. You simply let yourself fall face first. He as usual is a little more graceful about things, gently lifting the covers for himself, and helping you work your way under them too. Your tired body sings in relief as you sink into the mattress, your back to the flaming monster beside you.

Unsatisfied with this, you fight the sleep off for a little longer to wiggle a bit. A questioning hum leaves him, and by the sound of it, he’s working pretty hard to stay awake too. You turn under the covers, trying not to muss them too much and he seems to get the idea. Warm hands land on your sides again as he helps you turn toward him, eager to pull you closer. 

It’s a little brighter when you face him, but that’s never bothered you. Especially not when you’re this worn out. He sighs happily at this change, and his arms circle tightly around you, a hand finding the back of your head and threading itself through your hair. 

His digits comb against your scalp ever so gently, drawing a pleased hum from your closed lips. Not many people know (because how could they? He certainly isn’t going around talking about it), but Grillby is quite a physical being. He had some old hang ups that made it hard for him to embrace that about himself at first, and is polite and accommodating to a fault sometimes, but once you’d made him comfortable enough he gave in to his desire to hold you more often, and hold you closely. 

Once again, you thank the fucking stars for that. Especially on nights like these. Gone is any trace of the icy chill that consumed you earlier. 

Without missing a beat, you place your own hands on his broad back, now giving him the same treatment you had received earlier. He’s larger than you, as most monsters tend to be, but it doesn’t hinder your efforts to gently rub your arm up and down along his spine, fingers only deftly making contact. The hand not doing this splays out across his shoulder blade, then creeps up to rest on the point where his shoulder meets his neck. It wouldn’t be long now for either of you. Your eyelids close, but he looks down at your calm form for a little longer. 

A murmured utterance of your name grips the last inklings of your attention. Your eyes slowly drag themselves open again, and a drowsy, “Hmn..?” escapes you. His voice is almost a whisper when he speaks, leaning down so his mouth is closer to your head.

“I love you...” Grillby breathes out. You smile, and lightly kiss whatever of his skin is closest to your lips. That turns out to be a spot on his chest, right under his collar. There’s a small smooching sound as you pull back.

“...Love you too.” You exhale against him. With the last of his effort, he throws a leg over yours, crooking it to bring you closer still, and fully embrace you.

Those are the last words spoken that night. All that follows is the dull crackling of flames and the soft sound of breathing as you both allow your bodies the rest they’ve been aching for.

[ducknotinarow]

[BaileyRichard] [ 🛁 ] - for sender’s muse to give receiver’s muse a spa or relaxation day

| prompts for platonic or familial ships Richard was a professional stresser, he would say so himself. There was just always something to be taken care of. Something to get done or fixed or deal with. Running his own coffee business just came with a lot of responsibility they were always on his shoulders. Not to mention the impact that was on him mentally as well. Richard hard to handle so many things constantly juggling it all between the Cafe's themselves and the overall business. Shipments, inventory, marketing meetings, contracts with others he outsourced his product to. It may be considered small what with only three buildings under his name, that didn't count the hotels and such that had his coffee to serve as the one in even Bailey's office building. "mother fucker!" Richard uttered in the mirror he had found another damn grey hair invading his ebony black hair and ruining the natural dark tone as it easily stood out. He was stressing out. Again nothing new it just annoyed him when it showed on him. Fringers pushing back hair seeing a few more sticking out. This was awful was all he was really thinking well looking at his reflection right now. Thoughts interrupted when feeling Bailey's arms slip around him and take hold of him. Gently nuzzling up against Richard's bare shoulder, not missing a chance to give his scare a kiss. Soft sleepy morning gave along with a complaint of leaving Bailey in bed by themself. Richard just gruffed a greeting back. Moving to lean over the sink now his mood was ruined by the find this morning. Bailey still holding on to his back just leaned over Richard a bit, slightly pressing him against the bathroom counter by doing so, as they tried looking him over to see what was wrong with him. "I found greys" He admitted he knew what Bailey would say so he spoke up again "yes, I am being dramatic but it's not about that I am just stressing out..somewhat is all." Bailey hummed as they combed their fingers through his hair seeming to look over the few greys that had made their way on Richard's hair. Moving off Richard back finally, as Richard went and stood up in turn, looking to his husband who seemed to have an idea. Leaving the bathroom for a bit before returning with the box of hair dye Richard stashed away. Holding it up as they went to suggest dying it for Richard, and giving the egeal full relaxing day at home. "Bails I'm not staying home-" Before he could really finish that sentence Bailey lifted an eyebrow and placed a hand to their hip as they went to ask if Richard really wanted to go with grey hair. Richard rolled his eyes and drifted his attention away from Bailey as he actually let out a huff himself. "Brat." Hooked, lined, and sinker. Richard just stared at the bathtub, as Bailey went about filling it up, confused since he thought the rooster was going to dye his hair not take a bath? Bailey even went as far as to drop a bath bomb into the water and really add the works to it. Richard shrugged going to snag the box of dye himself, Bailey could laze as he dyed his hair he figured. Only to get stopped by his husband who instructed him to sit in the tub now that it was ready. "Okay? but why?" Bailey poked him in the chest and said because he needs to relax. Richard just gave an uncaring look. "I don't need to relax." Bailey's own expression was enough to express why they were doing this, It was better to just listen though....or Bailey would whine. Stepping into the tub and getting comfortable "Fine look I am in the tub happy?" Bailey nodded taking a seat on the edge of the tub a leg on either side of Richard as the eagle tilted his head back some to look back at his husband. Telling Richard he said he'd been caring for them, so a home spa day it was. Hand placed to his shoulders as they worked their palms against his shoulders, Richard slowly eased under their hands. From that and the warmth of the tub, he gave in some finally. As Bailey cooed softly telling him how hard he's been working and needs to just rest a little. All the stress isn't good for Richard. "hmm

stressing is what I best at." Richard noted as he tipped his head back to rest it against one of Bailey's thighs. "Besides, leads to special attention from my adoring husband in turn." he smugly pointed out. "Not that anyone could blame you for just absolutely having to be all over all this." Bailey pointed out someone must be feeling a bit better since the ego seemed to be running now. "mm a bit I'm trying not to think about it." Reaching up to brush his hair back "Not that it's working much, look how many there are." at best it was only like four strands really only one was fully grey the others were just lighter. Bailey stilled leaned over some to look. Smiling as they combed their fringers through Richard's hair. Saying they are looking, looking at their absolutely handsome husband. Richard slightly hung his bottom bill but closed his eyes as Bailey continued to brush his fringers through his hair. Funny when it was the other way around they were more than happy to point out how silly he was being. Felt good though, even when they leaned forward and kissed his forehead. Slowly opening his eyes back just offering them a smile a moment. Richard sat up slightly moving from the edge as he turned around and took hold of Bailey's hand slightly tug to it to get at what he wanted "Come join me." Bailey moved off the edge and got in, sitting between Richard's legs and leaned back against them as Richard wrapped his arms around the rooster tightly. Bailey only now pointing out he was meant to be helping Richard relax "You are, I really can only relax when I got you nearby." tightening his hold resting his chin to Bailey's shoulder. As he moved to rest back against the tub with them. "especially when you tell me how handsome and amazing I am." Bailey just slightly chuckled wiggly in Richard's holds to turn around and perch onto his lap, arms moving around his neck as they smirked. "You said you wanted to help me relax right?" Richard chimed in with. Bailey just nodded in response slightly nuzzling against them as they went and dragged a finger down his chest Richard puffed out his chest ready to take in all his deserved praise only for Bailey to slightly throw a curveball as they lifted their hand and returned it to his hair attention on their greying strands. "You don't give up do you?" Bailey just smiled and cutely said nope, he was enjoying it through.

[one-boring-person]

You Died!

Alaric Saltzman x Reader

Context: Set towards the end of episode 20 of season 3, just after Alaric has completed his transformation. The reader is Ric's best friend and is distraught after finding out he will ultimately die, not yet knowing Esther has made him complete the transition.

Warnings: Blood, some death, "lethal" biting

A/N: This is my first time using Tumblr as a writing platform, so forgive me if the format is a bit off.

Exhilaration courses through me at the sensation of the wind rushing around me, the cold air blocked out by my riding leathers, thankfully, my helmet preventing my eyes from tearing up, keeping my vision clear enough for me to navigate the dark, twisting road with ease. Beneath me, my black and chrome roadster growls loudly, the vehicle responding to my every move with a sensitivity it’s always had, the engines revving as I push the bike into a faster pace, knowing no one else will hear me out here. Normally, I would never consider going out at this time, especially not on the motorbike, and definitely not at this ungodly speed, but after today’s events, I feel as if nothing else will clear my head sufficiently.

Tightening my grip on the handlebars, I try to ignore the grief gnawing away at my heart, planning to deal with it tomorrow in whatever way I feel fit, whether that be drinking ridiculous volumes of whiskey or beating up some poor punching bag somewhere, or doing something much more dangerous. For now, all I want to do is forget about the fact that my best friend died, or is currently dying, and that there’s nothing I can do about it. And I never got to tell him how I really feel. At that, I grit my teeth and accelerate the motorbike again, nearly hitting the 100 mph mark on the metre as I drive around the winding bends of the deserted road, the thrill at riding at such a speed doing little to cure my current state of mind, only reminding me of what he would say if he saw me being as reckless as this. Under my helmet visor, I feel a tear roll down my cheek, leaving a hot trail in its wake.

Turning a corner, I brake a little as I catch sight of the thick bank of fog that seems to occupy the road, unsure of whether or not to continue on into it; after all, Klaus is still out there and up to his tricks. Too late, I figure out the bike won't slow down in time to avoid it, so I carry on through the eerie white mist, cutting the speed slightly, only to push it back up again as I decide to get through it as fast as possible, even if I can barely see a thing. The headlight seems to do nothing, the pale light catching on the fog, making it appear thicker than it actually is, illuminating only what is directly in front of the front tyre.

For what feels like hours but is in fact only minutes, I drive through the bank of fog, slightly confused as to its sudden appearance, until I reach an abrupt break in the suffocating cover, everything becoming clear and visible very swiftly. I only have a second to register the figure standing in the road, in which time I sharply pull the handlebars to the side, tilting the bike dangerously as it skids past, the wheels losing traction on the slick tarmac, careening into the side of the road. As it makes contact with the barrier, I am flung from the seat, the world spinning in my view briefly before I crash to the floor, my body smashing against rocks and tree branches as it rolls over and over, coming to a halt at the base of a road sign, pain exploding across me from multiple points of my body. Breathing hard, I try to move, only to find myself incapable of doing so without invoking a sharp stab of agony from my new injuries, leaving me lying helplessly at the side of the road, bruises littering my skin, my conscience slowly starting to fade.

A pair of hands on my waist snap me from the cloud of pain, the appendages roughly pulling me up onto someone's shoulder as they carry me back onto the road, their breathing as heavy as mine. A whimper of pain leaves my lips at the jolting motions, the air leaving my lungs as I am thrown, violently, onto the tarmac, my head cracking against it slightly as my helmet absorbs the shock. Agony erupts in my limbs and chest, drawing a long, low groan from me as I try to find my assailant, confusion and horror filling me as I recognise the person standing over me. Bending over, he harshly pulls my helmet off my head, revealing my bruised face to the world as he looks down into it in disgust.

“Alaric?” I croak out coarsely, thinking I’m hallucinating, spitting out a mouthful of blood as it wells up in my throat, signalling to me that I have internal bleeding. Above me, my best friend and crush of six years eyes the trail of crimson liquid as it flows over my face, a hungry look in his now-dark eyes.

“(Y/N).” His voice is low and sinister, the tone proving to me it’s not the caring man I know and love, but the side of him I’ve come to call Psycho Alaric, due to his murderous tendencies.

“Y-You died...” The words are forced as I feel the agony of my injuries, both mental and physical, start to take over my body, more blood flowing from my parted lips.

Above me, Alaric crouches down to my level, a predatory look on his handsome face as he stares at my prone figure, taking in the torn riding leathers, as well as the darkening bruises surrounding my jaw and temple.

“I did.” He simply states before reaching down to me, pushing his arms under my torso as he pulls my body closer to his, one of his hands cupping the back of my head, threading his fingers tightly in my hair, the overall movement wringing a quiet whimper from me. Hearing this, Alaric licks his lips, his eyes roaming over the blood covering my chin, dropping to the skin at my neck.

“What...What're you doing?” I question him, fear starting to accompany the throbbing pain in my body as he lowers his face to mine, his breath fanning over my skin, hotly. At any other time, I would’ve felt giddy at the thought of being so close to him, but now it scares me – there’s something off about him.

In way of reply, Alaric leans further into me, his familiar scent overwhelming me, as well as the sharp odour of blood, swiftly swiping his tongue over my chin, drawing up the crimson liquid staining my skin, a surprised grunt leaving my lips as a hungry groan leaves his. Pulling away, he looks down at me with obvious desire, his face suddenly changing as familiar veins form under his eyes, his lips pulling back to reveal razor sharp fangs, the overall expression not unlike that of a vampire's. In seconds, he pulls me to him, crushing my body against his as he sinks his teeth into my neck, biting into the soft skin with ease, blood flowing from the wound into his mouth, his hot tongue swiping over the area a few times to draw up every drop of the hot liquid. Around my head and shoulders, his grip tightens, the sensation of him sucking my blood out of my arteries somehow feeling euphoric in comparison with the previous, agonising pain from the crash, a sigh falling from my tongue, moans and grunts of appreciation and need leaving the lips he has pressed against my neck.

Already, I feel my conscience leaving me, black spots appearing all over my vision as he finally pulls away, blood coating his chin and lips, satisfaction evident in his eyes as the veins and fangs retreat, dropping my limp body to the ground as he stands, wiping the substance away with his sleeve. Giving me one last glance, he smirks down at me before leaving my broken body lying on the tarmac, the pain becoming too much for me to bear as I finally fall into the darkness at the edge of my vision.

*

Bright light assaults my eyes as I crack them open, a dull ache starting in my head as I try to lift my hands to rub them, trying my best to remember where I am and how I got here. Coming up blank initially, I look around at the room I’m in, recognising the bed beneath me as belonging to one of the Salvatores, Damon in particular, meaning I'm in the boarding house.

“Morning, sleepy head.” A familiar voice greets me from the corner behind the bed, a quick look proving to me that it is, in fact, Damon.

“W-what happened?” I manage to croak out at him, confusion lacing my voice as I try to recall how I got here, staring blearily at the raven haired vampire as he rolls his eyes, exasperated at my question.

“You crashed your motorbike, I think. I found you a couple of hours ago with your body broken and bruised as hell, and with an impressive bite mark to top it all off. You were nearly completely drained of blood.” He responds, his tone light even though I can see the worry in his piercing eyes.

At his words, the events that got me here rush back, the images of Alaric drinking from my neck sparking a sense of dread in me.

“Alaric.” I mumble, knowing Damon will hear me, even from his position across the room. Instantly, I find the vampire standing at the side of the bed, having used his unnatural speed to reach me, a confused and curious look in his eyes.

“Alaric? What do you mean?” His voice is tight at the thought of his friend.

Swiftly, I explain everything to him, watching as a look of grim horror crosses his handsome face, realisation setting into me. Alaric, somehow, made the transition.

As if on cue, a bang from another room interrupts the silence that has settled on us, drawing my attention towards the door, a confused look on my face.

“That’ll be Bonnie.” Damon muses, brow creased a little as he stands, looking back down at me.

“Bonnie?” I question him, puzzled.

“Yeah, Alaric got her, too.”

Shock fixes me in place for a second before I can speak again.

“He did? How?”

A pained expression crosses his face at my question, the subject obviously a sensitive one.

“Our old friend the Original Witch possessed her to go and help him complete the transition. It was her blood that sealed the deal.”

“Esther did this?” Horror and hopelessness well up in at the idea of the witch being back, especially when I consider the fact that Alaric's fate has been sealed by her, at which point anger accompanies the initial feelings.

“Yep. I’m gonna go deal with Bonnie now. Get some rest, you'll need it for tomorrow.” Damon suggests, smiling slightly as he turns and leaves the room, allowing me to try and fall asleep once more, which is easier said than done, what with the turbulent thoughts and crippling grief churning around in my mind. Eventually, though, I manage to tire myself out, my body forcing itself to sleep.

[ladylike-foxes]

Thank you, @contreparry love! 😍❤️ Solesta deep feels for @dadrunkwriting , anyone?

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When was the last time they had a fight so terrible? Both screaming, her face streaked with angry tears. What had possessed him, reaching out for that fragile figurine? Some small trinket she'd bought for her sister. And she, in her desperation to save it from his grasp, crushing the delicate glass in her urgency. The sound of it crunching in her hand, the sound of her horrified silence. Her voice shattering like a Chantry window, screaming for him to, Get out! Unfortunately, it wasn't until then, the look on her face, the bloody glass in her hand, that his reason finally returned. It was right that she tell him to go. So, he left.

Solas walked a continuous mile-wide circle around their camp. Setting wards, allowing the snow to cool his anger, numb the pain from his hand. Forbidding himself even the simplest spell to keep warm: he deserved this biting, blistering, burning cold. After a few hours, with nowhere to go and reluctant to leave Halesta unprotected, he finally returned to the camp.

 A fire had been started, a stew slowly simmering. The tent flap was left slightly open despite the icy wind, allowing torchlight to trickle out into the dark. He could see her inside, sitting crosslegged, brow furrowed in concentration as she attempted to remove the shards from her hand. Off to the side, she had set out two bowls and two spoons for their supper. It was the closest to a welcome back as he was likely to receive. 

Wordlessly, Solas entered the tent and sat facing her, taking her injured hand into his lap. Wordlessly, Halesta watched him, her eyes rimmed with pink but no longer crying. After he healed her wounds, she brought in their dinner. They sat side by side as they ate, silently watching the snow dance on the breeze. Afterward, he wiped clean the bowls, and she crawled under the quilts and furs as he tossed another log on the fire outside.

It was strange, how they fought so fiercely, how even they sometimes believed they hated one another.... And yet, every time, when he finally came around, she lifted the blankets and made room for him. It was as if she took all that seperated them, their quarrels and wars, and set it all off to the side before climbing into bed. As if to say to him, "That's enough for tonight. We can pick it back up again tomorrow, if we must, but no more tonight." As if she took it off with the day's clothes and left it in a pile at the bedside.

Just as usual, she lifted the blankets, and, just as usual, he curled himself around her, face buried in her hair.

"Ir abelas, Vhenan," Whispered against the nape of her neck, voice thick with shame, "I am truly, deeply sorry."

"For the argument," Softly sleepy, answering into the dark, "Or for the behavior?"

"Ah...Well—"

"Cause I'm sorry about the behavior," Cutting him short, a small smile in her voice, "And I'm sorry that we argued. But I'm not sorry for doing what I feel is right, or for disagreeing with you."

"Yes, just that. The feeling is mutual," Frowning to himself, he hesitated a moment. "...I am not quite sure what it is, but you have a talent for getting under my skin, in a way I don't think anyone else ever has."

"You've been the primary cause of my short temper since I've met you," Her wry, playful little smirk clearly audible, "Though, as you know, my father has officially usurped you as Ultimate Pain in My Ass."

Breathing a chuckle, his amusement felt fleeting, gone all too quickly. Seemingly sensing his melancholic musing, she rolled to face him, tucking her arm up against her chest, his own still draped over her waist. The fire cast just enough glow against their canvas shelter to reflect in her eyes; the eyeshine cast her drowsy gaze a haunting pale green hue. Gently, she reached up, smoothing his creased brow with her fingertips before returning her arm to its former position between them.

"What's so wrong that you're visibly frowning?" Arching a brow, teasing.

"Nothing is wrong, per se," Gaze tracing her face, but avoiding meeting her eyes, "Perhaps it is simply beyond my understanding."

"Pfft, doubtful," Pulling a face, "What're you talking about?"

"You seem to possess the capability to set things aside, to forgive even my fresh offenses, if only when it is time to sleep."

"So do you? We're both here."

"It is easier for me," Shaking his head, "You make the gesture, and that softens any lingering anger. I merely follow your lead. But you: you make the decision."

A slight quirk of her head, subtle pout of her bottom lip, she looked in his eyes as though she'd find her answer there. Then she smiled.

"My friends and family have been dropping like flies, or simply vanishing, since I was sixteen. And, you... Solas, you've disappeared on me more than once. Leaving in the middle of the night without even saying goodbye," Despite the smile, there was a wistfulness about her. "It's not really forgiving you. It's more like postponing it. Because I'm... I don't want you to leave again, and the memory you take being something I've said in anger. I want you to remember that, no matter how hard I will fight against you, or how stupid you are sometimes, I still believe in you. You have a good heart, and the potential for change and growth."

A familiar pang of regret pierced his chest. Her faith in him didn't ease his mind, merely deepened his guilt. Halesta recognized his pained expression, annoyance pursed her lips. 

"Oh, get over yourself. You can wallow in self-pity in the morning," Lifting his arm from her waist as she turned away, "Just let me have this memory."

Brushing a kiss against his knuckles, she pressed his palm to her breastbone, drawing his focus to the steady beat of her heart. It was a trick he'd used to help her calm down once or twice, and once again, she had turned the tables. Perhaps the guilt can wait, just until morning.

[superkaralovesfanfiction]

In Order to Form, Steel Must Burn, part 5 of 6 of Get Me Through December

“Cat… please…” Kara whimpered, grasping at Cat’s free hand with her own, and Cat linked their fingers together, sensing Kara needed it. The connection. The feeling of having Cat hold her.

“Tell me.” Cat pushed, pressing her body against Kara's and revelling in the response, and long moan from Kara, and a groan as Cat added yet another finger, and pressed her thumb close against Kara's clit.

Kara gasped and held on tightly, her other hand coming up to grasp at Cat’s waist, and Cat felt her sneak her hand to press against skin. Cat gasped at how hot Kara was, even her fingers feeling hot and burning.

“Are you okay, Kara?” Cat asked, and Kara sighed against her, hiding her face in Cat’s shoulder. Cat was overheated simply by what Kara was giving off, sort of like steam from a hot bath but not quite. Kara was simply radiating it now, and Cat liked it, despite knowing the pain it must be causing her to be like this.

“Cat please. I… I need to…”

“Shush, I've got you. Just come for me.”

Cat pressed her fingers up deep inside Kara, moving her fingers in a motion, and Kara shouted, her back coming off the sofa from the feeling. Cat felt everything inside her tighten, and repeated the same move, sensing that Kara was close. Right now, like this, it wouldn't take much.

When Kara did hit it, Cat hugged her close and laughed when Kara actually screamed, her hands now on the sofa, nails digging through the fabric.Cat smiled against her skin, felling Kara settle after a moment, and kissed her sweat covered forehead, smiling when she heard Kara sigh beneath her and felt her skin somewhat cooler, if only mildly.

Cat gently caressed her, running a hand over Kara's body, pleased to find her a bit cooler to the touch, and just perfect. Cat, while identifying herself as bisexual, had always loved the feel and softness and soft curves of a woman’s body. Granted, if the right man came along… but Cat had way too many good memories from women.

Kara, seemed to embody both, being so soft and supple it seemed otherworldly and was just that, but having the strength and muscle of a man, even though she somehow concealed it without the abs and arms. Cat knew it was in her muscles to be so, in her biology, but still.

Supergirl was a thrill to many a person, a wish, a late night fantasy gone rogue. Cat knew, she'd had to many of those to count. But they didn't compare to having Kara here right now, beneath her, in the flesh. Those fantasies didn't at all, compare to this. This… perfection.

Cat smiled and leaned down to kiss Kara, melding their mouths together, and moaned her encouragement when she felt Kara tangle fingers into her hair to pull her gently closer, and felt Kara lift one strong leg and hook it over her waist, again urging her closer.

Smiling, Cat settled over her and sat up to remove her own clothing, making quick work of the sweater and her bra, which Kara seemed to be watching eagerly with bright eyes. Finally they were somewhat blue again, and the colour was on fire, edged with the slightest orange.

“Feeling better I take it?” Cat asked happily when she stood to remove her skirt and heels and saw Kara pout at the loss of contact.

“Somewhat. Still burning, but the pain isn't searing me alive anymore. You… are so pretty.” Kara said with a blush, her cheeks turning the color of her cape as she looked Cat over slowly.

Cat smiled and reached forward, pulling Kara up to sit by her hand, and then pulling her to her feet, shaky legs.”Come, let’s get into a shower and calm you’re temperature down.” Cat said and pulled Kara along behind her, up the spiral staircase and down the long halls to the main bathroom, which was as big as Kara’s guest bedroom. Cat smirked at Kara’s shocked expression and led her to a large open shower and turned on the faucets, bring the water to a comfortable warm, but not hot, temp. The second she had the water on and warm, she pushed Kara against the tiled wall of the shower, and brought her hands onto Kara’s beautiful golden hair, smoothing it out over her shoulders and breasts.

Kara gasped at the contact of the cold wall and warm water at once of what seemed to be a waterfall built into the wall, and moaned at the sharp arousal that shot through her.

Cat smiled and leaned in, kissing her deeply, before leaning over to bite lightly along her jaw and earlobe. “I'm sorry darling. Was that too rough?” Cat asked with a purr in her voice before reaching down and reaching to the wall of water, using her hand to guide it over Kara’s hip and down in between in little rivulets of water. Kara moaned from the words alone, the purr in Cat’s voice, and Cat smiled, unable to refuse preening just a bit. She tended to have this kind of affect on lovers.

Cat grinned at the sight of Kara like this, leaning back against the wall to catch her breath and balance, and stepped up right against her, pressing their bodies together and reaching a hand between them back to Kara’s core, and dipping two fingers back inside her. Kara dropped her head back as Cat found her clit, and Cat pressed her fingers against Kara, bringing a moan from the young hero, followed by a loud gasp as everything clenched tightly.

Cat kept up the pace, teasing her, and smiled at how quickly Kara went from gasping to panting, then grasping, and then finally scraping the wall with her nails. Cat watched, all of this happening in about three or so minutes, and then she came, crying out loudly, calling Cat’s name as everything exploded. Kara grasped at the tiles, crushing a few in her grip, and Cat gasped at the sight of such raw power, never having seen Kara act like that up close.

“That was beautiful.” Cat praised, and kissed her again, revelling in it as Kara kissed back harder this time, pulling Cat against her a little. “You’re so beautiful Kara.”

“I'm happy. And feeling much better. My powers are back a tiny bit. It’s nothing huge, no sunlight. But it’s better. I'm… I feel stronger.”

“Well that's good. You look better.” Cat whispered, hugging her close and placing her head on Kara’s shoulder. “I was worried about you there. I've never seen you look that much in pain.”

“I've never felt like that. I'm better now, no need to worry.” Kara whispered, and hugged Cat close. “Thank you. I needed that… I needed you.”

“Anytime.” Cat said with a little laugh, and gasped as she felt Kara’s fingers slip between her legs. Cat sighed at the feeling, and felt Kara press a little harder in response.

Cat held onto her, and soon quieted Kara’s fingers with her own. It only took a minute, considering how highly aroused Cat currently was, and she came quietly, whimpering at the feeling, and leaned against Kara to catch her breath, sighing contentedly at the feeling of weakness that slid through her veins from that. Despite being quiet, that was one of the strongest she’d had in a while, and fully knew that it was Supergirl, the powers and the hero, that were to blame.

“Okay, give me a minute to catch up to reality after that.” Cat whispered, and heard Kara laugh lightly.

A minute later she felt Kara shift and then felt cold liquid on her shoulders, and gasped at the feeling, then sighed, feeling and smelling her favourite body wash.

——

The stars were like diamonds in the sky, like snowflakes falling from the heavens. Cat smiled at the glittering specks above her, then turned to her left, smiling at Kara, who was smiling at her glass of wine.

''You seem peaceful now, better.''

''I am. I feel weak and helpless still, being human feels odd, but I'm not burning in my own body, so that's a plus. I guess I'm just sleepy. I'll be back to normal in a few days. I just need to heal up.''

''What will heal you?'' Cat asked, settling into the seat beside Kara's.

''The sun. An adrenaline rush. Time. A bunch of things. I just need to spend a bit of time in direct sunlight and bring my heart rate up a bit. The rest will fix itself.''

''You're heart rate, hmm? I might be able to help you out with that there, Supergirl.''

''What is it you're implying, Cat?" Kara asked, already setting down her glass and shifting forward on her seat, a sneaky look in her eyes.

''Kara.'' You don't have to seem so... naughty with this. We can be together without a problem. I know it seems kind of... unusual, considering I'm your boss, but Kara, there's nobody I want more than you. With your beautiful cape, your powers, your pretty golden hair, Kara, do you know how fucking beautiful you are?''

''I've been told... but I never tire of hearing it.'' Kara mused, smiling cheekily.

''Well then, my beautiful supergirl, let me show you just how gorgeous I think you really are.'' Cat stood and extended her hand to Kara, who smiled sweetly and took Cat's fingers in hers.

''You're beautiful, Cat. So beautiful. Earlier, even when I was so close the burning point, to being torn apart, you didn't stop. You kept going, and I think it was your presence that kept me anchored. You kept me alive last night, a night where I truly wasn't sure if I would survive. I didn't know if I would make it,'' Kara paused as Cat eased her to the bed, and laid back even as Cat crawled over her eagerly. ''But having you with me, and not as my boss, as my lover, kept me alive. I think I'm still here now because of you, and only because of you.''

''Oh Kara, my Kara.'' Cat purred, leaning in to kiss the younger girl, who kissed back as if her life depended on it, and if last night had been any indication, maybe she actually did.

Cat smiled at feeling Kara's lips beneath hers, and not on fire this time around. It felt so much better now, and Cat couldn't help but think to herself that maybe this year, Christmas would be a whole lot of fun. She could only hope that tomorrow when she and Kara would go home, that Kara would come home with her, to her penthouse, and to her bed. Because this year, finally this year, the only thing she wanted for Christmas was her family all around her. Kara, Carter, and herself around their massive tree, home in National city. Oh, and Kara naked in her bed. There was that too.

Kara laughed as Cat kissed her neck, sucking at her pulse point, and brought her fingers into Cat's unruly blond curls, holding her as close as possible.

''I think it's speeding up.'' Cat mused, trailing her hand down over Kara's stomach, down between her legs, grinning when she heard Kara gasp. ''Yeah that should do it.''

''I love you, Cat. More than you know.''

''Doubt that.'' Cat mused, smiling against Kara's skin as she brushed her fingers over Kara's clit, surprised to find her much more okay with the touches now than last night. ''You're much less sensitive now aren't you? Why is that?''

''I'm powerless. When I'm Kara, I mean, human, I feel things normally. But when I have my powers, like earlier, everything is thousandfold for me. Every touch is not just a touch, it's a sensation. When I'm Supergirl, everything is just, for the lack of a better word, super.''

''Well, do you like this stuff when you have your powers, because yesterday, there were moments where it seemed to bother you.''

''I do like it, but I've never really had the chance to enjoy a good orgasm. I've never had to option, or someone to enjoy it with, and if I did it myself, I never had it fulfilled. I tried, but I never... it never worked.''

''Did I do too much earlier? Did my touch bother you?''