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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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If you’re available for requests, can you write the trio ninjas (Bi-Han, Kuai Liang, and Tomas) having a praise kink?

HEADKANONS MK1 | TRIO LIN KUEI | PRAISE KINK + SUB CONCEPT

TW: praise kink, degradation, sub!trio lin kuei, v!sex, spanking, pet names, daddykink/mommykink, afab reader, bi han has a succubus tattoo, objectification, exhibitionism, stimulation, overstimulation, extreme submission, dom!reader, smut, nsfw, blowjob, rope sex, semi public sex, no pronouns used other than "you".

A/N: I love requests to make them sub!boys, thanks for the idea anon<3

୧ ♡ ୨ BI HAN | SUB ZERO ୧ ♡ ୨

He's a bitch for compliments. Bi Han is an extreme sub, he only has the strength and posture of a dominant leader within the Lin Kuei, but in bed... He moans in need of praise, for an approval that can only come from you.

Bi Han loves hearing how well he is doing, regardless of whether he is the bottom or the top, he just wants to hear your voice saying that he is a good boy.

He will follow all your orders, if you want him to suck your pussy, he will. If you want him to fuck you slowly and don't tell him to cum, he'll hold back his cum, even if the grip on his balls is unbearable. If you want to bang him from behind, he'll stick his ass up like a slut and let you treat him however you want, just to receive your compliments.

He loves thrusting into your pussy and looking deep into your eyes, moaning like a trembling mess and holding himself back so he doesn't cum in your pussy.

"-Am I a good boy? Please I'm a good boy okay? Mmm... Please... Just say I'm your good boy."

"-Fuck me harder. I'm your little slut, your toy to use."

"-Aah- fuck... I want to cum, I-I can't do it anymore please."

"-Just fuck me, use my dick for your pleasure Daddy/Mommy... I'm your dumb boy in need of your little pussy in me... please"

He needs constant approval in bed, even crying if you don't let him cum if he's a good boy - within his parameters, because after all, you're in charge of him -

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"With a strength that matches your dominance, Bi Han lifts you up in his arms, positioning himself between your legs. As he thrusts into your tight, wet pussy, a gasp of pleasure escapes his lips. "-I'll be a good boy... I'll fuck you like you deserve... You're my master.."

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𖥻 Bonus: He has a succubus tattoo on his belly, with tribal details in pink, every time you tease him and he blushes heavily, after all you said it would look good on him so he did it. Bi Han will bury his head in the sheets while you praise/degrade him for being so naughty, while his dick was drooled by your pussy - he also likes spanking... in this case he will want to be spanked and marked by you - He likes to be tied up and punished, whether it's you stimulating his dick and balls with some erotic oil, while praising him for not cumming, even though the cum gets your hands dirty, while Bi Han salivates and whimpers wanting to be fucked soon. Or, spanking his ass, for cumming in your pussy without your permission, while he apologized and promised not to disappoint you next time.

୧ ♡ ୨ TOMAS VRBADA | SMOKE ୧ ♡ ୨

He loves serving you, he loves being a good boy. Tomas is the type of man who is submissive to the extreme, in and out of the bedroom, but especially in bed. He likes to be praised by you, he likes to deserve cum and for you to play rough with him.

However, he is a big boy, that is, he loves your praise, he practically lives to be praised like a needy puppy. He'll walk around looking for you with big blue doe eyes when he wakes up with a hard dick, soon finding you and blushing shyly, trying to find the right words to express himself, even though you were literally married - but he didn't need to explain himself with a twenty centimeter bulge in sweatpants -

He also likes to be denied an orgasm, he loves it when you remove your pussy from his dick when you see his face contort with pleasure. Tomas whimpers, shaking his hips to try and find your warmth again, but you hold his neck in place, making him beg even more, if you ask who your good boy is, he'll roll his eyes in pleasure while biting his bottom lip, burying his dick deeper inside you.

"-Tomas is your good boy, Daddy/Mommy."

"-Tomas is your needy boy... completely at your mercy."

"-Yes, please... I want to cum again. I want you to make me cum Daddy/Mommy Ah-"

"-Please... ride me, use me as you wish."

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"His muscles ripple beneath your hands as you hold onto his chest, his moans harmonizing with yours. His own voice grows louder. "-Oh, Daddy/Mommy... You feel so... incredible. So tight and wet... all for me." He meets your movements with his own, driving himself deeper into you, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through his body."P-Please praise me... I want to be your good boy... I need your approval... Your touch is driving me wild... I want to come for you... Please..."

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ☆ㅤ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

𖥻 Bonus: Tomas likes to have sex in semi-public places, a desire to be shown to the world as the good boy he is, he wants to be reduced to just a moaning mess with his cock fully cumming in your pussy, while everyone watches the two of you , especially him, who would moan like a needy slut.

୧ ♡ ୨ KUAI LIANG | SCORPION ୧ ♡ ୨

Damn Kuai Liang lives for praise from you, he is submissive outside and in the bedroom, doing acts of service for you and looking for signs of adoration or recognition on your face. He will let you do whatever you want with him, he just wants you to recognize that he is a great husband and that he can satisfy you in all aspects of life, whether sexual or not.

But if you recognize him, and praise him, this man will practically cry with happiness, especially if you praise how good his cock buries inside you and how thick his cock is, making Kuai moan loudly and cum in time record was his weak point.

He likes to be tied up and blindfolded, his dick would already ooze pre-semen, even without you touching him, he would beg to be touched or used by you right away, pushing his hips in the air looking for contact with something and sighing in frustration, especially because of you. provoking and encouraging him even more, calling him a "good boy", "my prince", "my pretty boy." would be the poor man's undoing by making him try to free himself from the ropes, but it would be impossible, after all, he tied the knots himself.

"-I'm your pretty boy, your good boy."

"-Yes, yes, I'm your g- fuck- your beautiful, good boy who loves fucking you."

"-Does this feel good daddy/mommy? I want you come above my dick..."

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"Kuai Liang savored every sensation as he moved within you, the friction between your bodies building a crescendo of pleasure. He hungrily devoured your pussy, his tongue flicking and swirling, drawing out the most exquisite sighs and moans from your lips. "-You feel so good. I... I'm going to cum... for you master... F-Fuck... I Just yours..." His movements grew more urgent, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder as he surrendered to his own desires. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, a harmonious melody of lust. "-P-Praise me... I want to be your good boy... I need your approval... Your touch Ah- Fucking hell- I just love your pussy... I want to make you cum Daddy/Mommy... can I please fill you with my cum? please I promise to make you c-cum."

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𖥻 Bonus: He likes to have his hair pulled by you, especially when he sucks your pussy, looking at you while he masturbates with his other hand. Kuai Liang also likes to be overstimulated i.e. praise him while he fucks your pussy and also stick a vibrator in his prostate, he will practically go crazy - he also likes to have sex while you use a collar on him, pulling him deeper of your valued heat, even though his dick is all cummed, he's still hard and pushing into you -

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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enbesbians · 4 months

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just a little ramble because im confused and unsure if im getting the wrong idea…

my boss is a very mean woman. the place ive been working at ive worked for almost two years and from the time spent, all i hear from other managers and coworkers is that she’s an asshole. they’d tell me the thing she does and wrongly accused and it’s like, damn? she’s really fucked up….

with that being said, she’s a tiny woman. older but not elderly— a mom with a husband but all she ever does is talk shit about the guy. i don’t work with her as often since shes usually there in the mornings and im at night but every time i work with her she’s oddly nice to me. she jokes around with me a lot… not causally… a lot. whenever we do work at the same time, she places me in an area that’s close to hers and she’s always talking to me about something random or asking about me. one time she was saying, “oh i wish we worked together more often” and at that point i started thinking of the wrong idea… but the again she’s married.

i ask other managers if i fuck up a lot because she’s always telling people what they don’t do right and each one of them say, ‘you’re doing fine. she doesn’t talk bad about you at all.’ which i find weird because there’s places where i lack… i could be a little bit faster with what i do and speed is one of our biggest goals but she says im doing fine whenever i personally ask her even though there would be people performing better than me and she complains to them.

she doesn’t help out as much but when we work together she’s constantly helping me and picking stuff up after me and making little playful jokes opposed to being very passive aggressive with other people… the tone of her voice is very telling too. she’ll talk to other coworkers in a way where i think, ‘damn… you’re gonna let her talk to you like that?’. she drops things and bends down right in front of me and touches my waist when she passes by me. she even laughs in a way that’s really loud and dramatized when i say something.

she’s given me a ride twice and she’d ask me about myself. i mentioned that i was a lesbian and she said she knew???? she told me she could tell and then started talking about relationships rather than work. she’s given me her leftover food at times when im at break, willingly buying a certain type of food for me when i was talking to coworker and she wasn’t even in the conversation.

another thing is when it comes to scheduling, she assigns them. for the people she doesn’t like she barely puts them on… yet there’d be times where id work almost eight days straight. since the day i worked there people talked about our hours being cut after the holidays yet mine never was. i still work a whole fucking lot and when i ask for days off, she doesn’t think twice before letting me have those days… even when i call off she’s not mad????

just last night, before i came into work, my work wife told me that she was being a complete ‘bitch’. being snarky and agitated towards everyone but once i came in she was all bubbly and happy. still doing that playful banter she likes to do. she compared our heights, made everyone do my work (which i hate because im like working when im in the mindset to). two coworkers came up to me and asked why she was being so nice to me and one of the said, ‘i think she has a thing for you’. i was relieved that i wasn’t the only one who noticed.

am i just going insane or…?

#fern talks🍃#fern’s random thoughts…

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cozymoko · 1 year

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Hello!! I’m so glad to see that you’re back online and taking requests once more! Can I ask for some HCs with Gojo Satoru with a S/O he always loves to push? I just love the idea of a super gentle, calm person who always tries to not show how truly possessive they can be getting stuck with someone like Gojo as a partner, who will of course notice their buried possessiveness and try to eagerly make them give into that and mark Gojo up a bit

(In his mind he’s like “Omg this could be such a fun game!! Imagine if they actually kabedon me due to their jealousy ahh” and Readers just like “I’m a monster who’s toxic and unhealthy :((” completely unaware Gojo is VERY into it)

SECRETLY POSSESSIVE S/O

Note: Hi hi hi! I'm glad to be back.

Featuring: Gojo Satoru

Format: Headcanons, 2nd person

WARNING(S): Possessive behavior, not proofread.

LINKS: Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Now don’t get him wrong, GOJO SATORU is in no way a picky man when it comes to relationships. He just happened to fall for a very tranquil, kind-hearted person who is always sweet to those around them…Or so he thought.

I jest; you are all those things and many, many more it seems. But he didn't come to this decision by himself — oh no, he'd quite a few “hints” to help him out along the way.

Exhibit A: The two of you decided to use one of your very limited off days to spend time together in the city. Upon your arrival, GOJO was immediately swarmed by a group of fans, consisting of mainly teenage girls, who were practically drooling all over him. Being a rather powerful sorcerer yourself, you had your fair share of admirers. But that didn't excuse their strange behavior. Your relationship was public for Christ's sake!

You gently grab his arm, leading him from the group of girls in a rush. The polite smile on your lips was a bit strained and your nails were just barely grazing his skin. He'd almost brushed it off; well until he heard some very peculiar words leave your lips. “Do I have to marry him for these bitches to stay in their place or what? It's absolutely ridiculous.”

But he chose to ignore it.

Exhibit B: The afternoon the two of you were assigned a very important mission. But as always, SATORU can't seem to keep his attention in one place; so here you are, waiting in front of a Taiyaki vendor for the Jujutsu sorcerer, bored out of your mind. Once growing impatient, you push through the thin glass doors to retrieve him yourself.

But the first thing you saw was some chick holding GOJO'S hand dangerously close to her breasts and you were pissed. You approached the two with long strides before slapping the woman's hand away, leaving a stinging sensation in your wake. Your glare was hot, scorching even, as you stared her down as though she was nothing more than a spec of dirt beneath your feet.

“I'd appreciate it if you didn't touch my partner, M. I. N. E, or I might just have to teach you a lesson.”

That was all the proof he needed.

AFTER FINDING OUT:

“Hey honey, I think we need to have a talk about yesterday.”

The seriousness of his tone made your blood run cold. What happened; did he dislike the side of you that he saw? Is he genuinely upset with your actions? “Why didn't you show me that sooner~?” Bitch what?

Yes, he was a little bit annoyed at you for keeping such a wonderful secret from him; but I digress. Now's not the time to focus on the past when a new challenge has risen: Operation “Getting a (few) hickeys from {Name}” is now ago!

However, knowing you, this wasn't going to be easy.

While not being the type to make someone jealous, he will do his damnedest to get under your skin in other ways. For example, teasing; tugging the collar of his loose shirt, merely enough for you to see before saying, “Haah...My neck is awfully lonely right now; If only someone would bless me wish some kisses~!”

When you finally decided to give him some hickeys, it's over. Satoru is moaning so loud that you're sure the neighbors can hear you. It's mainly to tease you but he genuinely enjoys your possessive side. Having his significant other hold him so dearly is all he could ever want.

He's never been so grateful for his pale skin in his life. Don't even think for a second that he won't show them off! Low cut shirts, unnecessary tugs on his collar when he's around his students, and even openly converse about it. He truly has no shame.

You could hardly look your students in the eye due to his perverted acts!

At the end of the da y, GOJO will show you just how attractive he finds your possessiveness. After all, the last thing he wants is for his beloved to beat themself up over something so insignificant.

#—🍁#x reader #gojou headcanons #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #gojo x gender neutral reader #anime headcanons #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk x reader #jjk x you #gojou satoru x you #gojo headcanons #jujutsu

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noahsresources · 2 years

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reflective prompts.

sometimes your muse reflects on some things about themselves, your muse, or another muse. on things that are new, things that are old, and things that just haven’t changed, even with everything they’ve been through together. darker & spicier prompts towards the bottom! CW: swearing, mentions of drinking & smoking weed. feel free to edit pronouns/descriptors as needed, & play around with context ♡

❝ you look ... different. ... happier. like there’s a lot more pep in your step. ❞ ❝ you still have this air of ... sadness about you. ❞ ❝ you don’t need to try so hard to be good ... deep in my heart i know that you already are. ❞ ❝ ... i still have this burning desire deep inside to ... to fuck over everyone, everything, that has wronged me. ❞ ❝ everyone makes mistakes, even you. ❞ ❝ i still have no idea what i’m capable of, even after all of this ... ❞ ❝ i still feel like such a cruel son of a bitch ... like a murderer, even ... ❞ ❝ you’re still such a leader ... in so many ways. ❞ ❝ my family would be so ashamed of the person i’ve become ... ❞ ❝ i finally think i’ve learned how to show a bit of mercy. ❞ ❝ you know, going around following strangers is gonna get you screwed one of these days. haven’t you learned anything from the past? ❞ ❝ he’s/she’s/they’ve really mellowed you out. it’s nice to see you taking on this kind of change. ❞ ❝ i can’t believe you’re still so sensitive here. ❞ ❝ dammit, i hate that i’m still sensitive there ... i thought i grew out of that ... ❞ ❝ i loved when he/she/they touched me ... but i guess i won’t be feeling that anymore ... ❞ ❝ i think getting married to him/her/them helped him/her/them see the world a little differently. like things aren’t so bad. ❞ ❝ your bladder’s still small as ever, huh? ❞ ❝ ... whoah ... you look incredible in that suit and tie/tuxedo/dress/gown/other specified article(s) of clothing ... ❞ ❝ he/she/they still look(s) like he’s/she’s/they’re gonna piss his/her/their pants. ❞ ❝ haha, [name] ... still hiding from everyone/everything, huh? ❞ ❝ you’ve come out of your shell so much. ... i can’t help but feel kinda proud of you. ❞ ❝ you/he/she/they doesn’t/don’t seem like the kind of person who would do something like that. ❞ ❝ i feel like i’m drowning in your eyes ... ❞ ❝ no, keep singing for me, please ... you’re quite good. ❞ ❝ look at you, begging for attention like this ... so cute ... ❞ ❝ ... being lied to has never broken my heart this much. ❞ ❝ ... do i love him/her/them? not even i know ... ❞ ❝ ... you’ve never cried like this before ... are you okay? ❞ ❝ i wonder how you got this scar ... ❞ ❝ who knew you could be so shy? ❞ ❝ still the same shy person as always, huh? ❞ ❝ i never knew that you/he/she/they could be so adorable. ❞ ❝ i haven’t actually spoken to him/her/them for quite a while ... i have this sense that he’s/she’s/they’re still so wounded and bruised. ❞ ❝ you do not seem like the kind of person who’d be afraid of something like that. ❞ ❝ he/she/they look(s) like he/she/they just got bit by a snake, died, ascended to heaven, descended to hell, and ascended back up to the overworld. ❞ ❝ so, you finally learned how to use my weapon. ❞ ❝ ... have you ... have you ever kissed anyone under the stars before? ... just like this? ❞ ❝ i never took you for much of a swearer. it’s an interesting change. ❞ ❝ ... i’ve never really been much of a swearer. i guess it just comes with the changing times, right? ❞ ❝ ... can i ask how you lost your arm/leg/finger(s)/toe(s)/other extremity? ❞ ❝ ... it’s an old gunshot/stab/etc wound ... i didn’t think it’d still be visible after all this time ... ❞ ❝ heh ... glad to see that he/she/they didn’t kill you after all. ❞ ❝ ... you killed him/her/them, didn’t you ...? ❞ ❝ .... he/she/they ... killed [muse name] ...? ❞ ❝ ... no way ... you fucking kissed him/her/them! ❞ ❝ ... no, you did not sleep with him/her/them ... ❞ ❝ you never seemed like the type to like drinking. ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you smoked weed ... gimme a hit. ❞ ❝ fuck ... i haven’t felt this kind of ecstasy in ages ... ❞ ❝ man, you’re high as a kite ... ❞ ❝ hang on, you’re drunk. i’ll help you. ❞ ❝ oho, now just where did that hickey come from? ❞ ❝ ... you look kinda sexy in your underwear. ❞ ❝ damn, you’re real hot when you’re naked, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ i didn’t know you were into dressing so sexy like this. ❞ ❝ who knew you’d like it when i touched you like this ... ❞ ❝ ... i love it when you touch me like this ... ❞ ❝ i want to trace all the curves in your body ... to touch every part of you that i’ve always wanted to but never got the chance to ... ❞ ❝ th-that feels good ... right there ... ❞ ❝ fuck ... your hands feel so good there ... ❞ ❝ does that feel good? ❞ ❝ who knew you could get so riled up so easily? ❞ ❝ keep moving that hand down south and you’ll be crossing a border that can’t be uncrossed. ❞

#rp ask memes #rp ask meme #rp memes #rp starters #rp starter #ask meme #ask memes #rp prompts #romance #fluff #angst #dark #suggestive #memes #mine

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alovesongshewrote · 2 years

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Mamma Mia! | Steve x Reader x Eddie

Plot: Eddie and Steve are being shits while you're only trying to sleep, so you use the ultimate weapon on them: ABBA. [Gender Neutral!Reader x Eddie x Steve. It's a polycule, you're in a polycule.]

Word count: 1,982

Warnings: none.

Disclaimer: Fuck netflix, and fuck whoever came up with having a "stranger things experience" in a former n*zi prison where jewish and romani people were exterminated. that's an incredibly fucked up thing to do, and i do not support or endorse it.

A/N: this idea burrowed its way into my head and it wouldn't get out. on the bight side, it helped me to keep writing, so other stranger things stuff will hopefully be out sooner because of it. anyway, enjoy the fluff

Summer was drawing to an end in Hawkins. Of course, you were pumped about this. You were kinda sick of all of the heat, and of all the sweat. Normally you were fine with the Summer season, but the Summer of ‘86 specifically was a little too warm and a little too rough for your tastes.

You probably would have been fine with it if you didn’t have two injured boyfriends to take care of. I want to stress that watching after your boys was not the problem, even if they bitched about the heat even more than you did. It was the heat itself that you all collectively hated.

It made changing bandages into a horrid, sweaty affair. It ruined your days, and your nights (especially your nights,) and it just made everything awful. To add insult to injury, you were the type to forget to stay hydrated, and with your boys recovering- read: unable to bother you into drinking water- you spent a solid chunk of your Summer on the dehydrated side of things.

It sucked. It all sucked.

But! The winds were changing now. Temperatures were cooling, there was a chill in the air, and you could finally get cozy with your two loves without being wildly uncomfortable! Everything was lovely.

Until it was time for bed.

Because you see, when it was time for bed towards the end of the Summer, your room got really fucking cold. You weren’t sure if it was the windows, or if it was a draft, or whatever the fuck it was, and you didn’t really care. You just knew that the whole space just got unpleasantly chilly whenever you were trying to sleep.

Alas, there were only two remedies to that predicament, and their names were Steve and Eddie.

Once you let them know about your frozen room problem, they were more than happy to help. Thanks to them, you spent most of your cold-ass late nights beneath the covers with your boys beside you. Blissful warmth radiated from both of them, keeping the icy air of your bedroom at bay. It was perfection- you were finally able to shut your eyes and relax, cozy and comfortable.

There was just one problem. Those two didn’t know how to shut the fuck up.

“At this point you’re fucking with me, man. I’ve told you who Ozzy Osbourne is at least a thousand times.”

“Maybe I just don’t know who he is because his music sucks.”

Eddie gasped dramatically and shot up in bed, “You take that back!”

“Guys, please,” you whispered, voice muffled by your pillow. You weren’t sure if they heard you. Eddie did lie back down, but the conversation continued.

“Those are marriage-ending words, Harrington.”

“Marriage-ending? We aren’t even married!”

“Then I’ll marry you just to end it!”

You groaned, “I’ll marry and divorce both of you a hundred times if it’ll shut you up.”

“Thank you, baby,” Eddie leaned over and kissed your head. You thought that meant that it was over, but no, he immediately continued fighting with Steve, “See, Harrington, you wouldn’t know good music if it bit you in the face.”

“Are you sure about that? Because at least I listen to more than one type of music.”

“It’s not my fault all the good music is in one genre!”

“But that’s the thing, it’s not all in one genre!”

Eddie scoffed, “(Y/N) back me up on this, metal is before all else, right?”

You remained silent, trying to ignore the laughter bubbling in your chest at how offended both of your boys sounded.

“I’m just saying, ‘Like a Virgin’ was pretty good.”

Both you and Eddie groaned, and even though your face was buried in your pillow, you could practically see your metalhead rolling his eyes back into his head.

“You’re wroooong, Steven,” Eddie drawled out, “So, so wrong.”

“You’re both wrong,” you finally freed yourself from your pillow prison, just enough to see your boyfriends' faces, “The best music- the best song is the Jaws theme. Dun dun. Dun dun. Dun dun dun dun dun dun dun-”

As you continued to lazily say, “Dun,” you dropped your face back onto the sheets and sighed. They were both quiet now, listening to you speak the Jaws theme. Maybe, if you just kept “Dun-ing” you could finally get some-

“How am I dating two people with such bad taste?”

Eddie’s fingers jammed themselves into your sides, and you yelped and squirmed as you sat up. You glared at the man, one of two in your bed, crossed your arms and pouted at him. The bastard seemed so pleased with himself. Well, you would show him.

“It’s because you love us! He loves us, doesn’t he, Steve?”

“Mhmm, he suuuure does,” Steve groaned, his hands over his eyes. He seemed to be tired, but honestly, you had little sympathy. You were tired too only moments ago, but now? Now you were wide awake and ready to cause chaos. You were sure Steve would be fine with it.

“Y’know what he doesn’t love too much, Steve?”

“What?”

“Yeah, what don’t I love?”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you flopped back down next to Eddie and positioned your lips against his ear. You drew in a breath, deep and calm, and then you whispered thus:

“I've been cheated by you since I don't know when.”

Eddie’s groan echoed off of your walls, but you weren’t stopping- no, the fun had only just begun.

“So I made up my mind, it must come to an end. Look at me now, will I ever learn? I don’t know how-”

You reached over to Steve and gently smacked his chest a few times, silently ordering him to join in. Of course, he did, and the two of you continued to terrorize your boyfriend in messy unison.

“But I suddenly lose control! There's a fire within my soul.”

“No,” Eddie said with no real mirth, “Stop.”

You did not stop. Instead, you both sat up, looming over Eddie as you chanted the words to the song, “Just one look and I can hear a bell ring.”

“No.”

“One more look and I forget everything-” you and Steve were louder now, probably louder than you should have been considering it was late into the night, but that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was the song.

And also, bothering Eddie. That also mattered. And you were definitely succeeding in bothering Eddie. Your boyfriend’s hands covered his face as he moaned out a long, “Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”

That didn’t put a stop to anything. It just made you and Steve get louder.

“Whoah! Mamma mia!! Here I go again!! My, my, how can I resist you?”

“No.”

“Mamma mia, does it show again, my, my, just how much I've missed you?”

“No!”

“Yes, I've been brokenhearted!”

With a growl, Eddie sat up and wrapped his arms around Steve’s waist, pulling him back to lie in the bed. Steve’s chanting was halted instantly, and he let out a little, “AAAH!” as he collapsed into the pillows.

After watching your comrade fall, you scrambled away towards the end of the bed, all the while chanting, “Blue since the day we parted. Why, why did I ever let you go?”

Alas, you were no match for Eddie’s sudden burst of speed. Tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back into the sheets. You let out a short scream, but you refused to let this break you.

“Mamma mia, now I really know-”

You let out a squeak as Eddie’s arm wrapped behind your neck, allowing him to cover your mouth with his hand. You struggled slightly, but his grasp was both unyielding and gentle. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see that he’d managed to get a hand over Steve’s mouth as well. It looked as though you’d been defeated- but you weren’t about to give up so easily.

With the drama of a thousand theatre kids, you sighed and let your body relax. You did everything in your power to make it look like you’d given up. Alas, when Eddie didn’t relinquish his hold, you audibly mumbled, “Fuck it,” before yelling, at the top of your lungs:

“My, my, I could never let you go!!!”

And then you licked Eddie’s hand. He had it coming. He let out a loud, dramatic sound, that was more of a cluster of vowels and consonants than it was a word. Judging by the second sound he made a moment later, which was entirely identical to the first, it seemed that Steve had executed the same idea.

“You’re both brats, you know that?” Eddie’s words may have conveyed irritation, but there was nothing but fondness in his voice.

“We’re aware!” you grinned, curling up against Eddie’s side and resting your chin on his chest. You watched his brow furrow as he glared at you, but there was no ire behind his eyes- and there so rarely was. Eddie was so soft for you, and for the boy lying on his other side.

You couldn’t blame him for that. You were soft for them, too.

You turned your head slightly just so you could see Steve better. When your eyes met his big brown ones, you smiled. stretched yourself out slightly and took one of Steve’s hands in yours, squeezing gently. He squeezed back.

“Yeah,” Steve said, voice warm and welcoming, “We’re aware.”

“Good! Good. Because I-”

You didn’t let him finish. Instead, you pushed yourself up so that your upper body was leaning over his. It was a bit of a balancing act- you were supporting your weight with one hand while leaving your other in Steve’s grasp, but in your humble opinion, it was worth it.

“But are you aware, Eddie Munson,” you asked, “That you are a menace?”

“A menace? Me?” he gasped, faking offence, “Never.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but you were quickly silenced by what else, Eddie being a menace. In seconds- no, less than seconds, Eddie had wrapped himself around you and flipped you, placing your body between his and Steve’s. You were taking a moment to process your new position when your darling menace interrupted you once more, cutting off your view of the ceiling with his lovely face.

You squinted up at him, placing a hand across said lovely face and playfully pushing him away, “Yeah. Never.”

“You’re both awful,” Steve said, voice heavy with sleep. You and Eddie began to protest, but Steve was not having it. The Mamma Mia had been sung, and now, it was time for sleep. So, he handled the issue like a mature adult- he rolled over onto you and Eddie, squishing both of you beneath his broad chest.

You squeaked indignantly. Eddie made a similar noise. When you tried to complain, Steve slipped his hands up, placing one over your mouth and one over Eddie’s.

“Shhhhhh,” Steve whispered, “Sleep now, be cute later.”

That was enough to satisfy you. Eddie, however, still had a problem that needed to be addressed. With an evil smirk crossing his face, he stuck out his tongue and licked Steve’s hand.

“GAH, Munson-!”

“Nope, time for sleep, Stevie!”

“You said it yourself, babe,” you giggled, “Time for bed.”

“The worst,” Steve muttered. Though his words conveyed annoyance, his tone betrayed his deep affection for the dorky menaces sharing the bed with him, “Both of you are the worst.”

And maybe he wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t matter. It was, in fact, time for sleep. Together, the three of you drifted off peacefully. The night was dreamless and calm, and when you woke, it was to the sound of Eddie humming something-

Mamma Mia.

You smiled to yourself as you buried deeper into the bed. Your job here was done.

#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #stranger things x reader #x reader #steve x reader x eddie

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atopvisenyashill · 2 months

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In a universe where Rhaegar wins and Jon becomes a Targaryen prince, how do you think the family dynamics will be between the siblings + Rhaegar/Lyanna/Elia? Really interested in your opinion on this

Um. Bad?

aksjdjdj. The last blackfyre rebellion wasn’t that long ago not to mention Egg wasn’t too fond of Brynden so I think in general, Westeros is just incredibly wary of boy bastards who are castle raised. And even if Rhaegar does some plural marriage stuff, I do think there will be some bastard stigma still attached to Jon regardless.

Bigamy has not been done by the Targaryens since Maegor the Cruel. THE CRUEL. Not a great precedent here.

The last Targaryen who worshiped the old gods was Bloodraven, which is again, not a super great precedent to be invoking.

The Faith is in general pretty shitty about bigamy.

There were rumors that Daemon Blackfyre wanted to do some old school Valyrian stuff like marry Daenerys, take a second bride, etc., and considering all that shit went, once again, bringing to mind Daemmy B. is just a colossally bad idea

Also, “winning” in this situation means Rhaegar has at minimum killed Robert & Jon Arryn, and sent Ned to the Wall (but honestly probably offed him too), and Lyanna has walked into a situation where almost her entire family was killed by Rhaegar’s. Benjen is probably feeling some type of way. Storm’s End is probably still in a siege, because even after Robert dies, I simply cannot see Stannis giving up, because he simply has to trust that they won’t slaughter him and Renly for rebelling and he's not going to trust in that after Aerys and Rhaegar murdered so many Lords without a good reason. Jaime has killed Aerys (but protected Elia & the babies). Elia has spent months as a hostage, only for Rhaegar to come back MARRIED AGAIN with ANOTHER SON.

it’s a mess. an a tricky, unsure situation. rhaegar winning the war doesn’t mean the kingdom is back together. this one is so much different than the blackfyres or the dance because people had real, legit concerns with his father beyond succession or "but I wanna be king wahh!" rhaegar (and rhaella!) completely blow past those very rational, legitimate fears just to say “we’re in charge bitch.” it’s going to make for a very unhappy populace and a very uneasy peace. it’s going to make the situation between his children incredibly tense & toxic. So…..

I get stuck here a bit. Lyanna IS a child and not at fault for anything that happens and I will die on that hill with my head held high but the rest of the realm will not see it that way. I’m unsure if Elia would either. I would like to think they’d have a similar relationship that Naerys & Melly Blackwood had, wherein Naerys doesn’t hold it against Melly that her father sold her virginity to the King because Melly is kind to her (and probably fairly young) and Melly grows fond of the sad, sickly, sweet Queen that is just trying to survive the humiliation being heaped onto her. But this is a different situation - Lyanna isn’t a mistress, she’s a wife. An equal. Her son, like Maegor, like Aegon II, like Jacaerys, is a tiny bit of a threat to Elia’s. While fostering love & acceptance between the three is the ONLY correct and moral choice, I don’t know how likely it is. Rhaegar has a lot to deal with, and since Jon is not Visenya, I think Rhaegar probably feels a bit duped - he did everything right to have his third head of the dragon and yet he was given a boy that looks nothing like him. Lyanna probably feels very alone. Elia feels incredibly betrayed and bitter. And there’s likely a large Dornish faction at court pushing Lyanna out in this scenario because I’m not totally sure how the North is going to react to all this, so I don’t know if Benjen sends a Northern faction down South to look after her or just washes his hands of the whole thing (would Rhaegar even allow them at court after half the Starks were in open rebellion? What does court look like in the face of a justified rebellion that is snuffed out?).

Anyways, I think even best case scenario, this is a really fucked up situation that is going to lead to a lot of strife. My money is on Lyanna and Jon spending most of their time on Dragonstone or straight up holed up in their own separate apartments, away from Court and trying to lay low. I think they’d be heavily traumatized, and have terrible attachment issues probably on par with Rhaenyra/Aegon. I think Elia becomes close with Jaime because of the incredible risk he took trying to protect her, and since Tywin doesn’t sack the city, I think there’s a not unlikely chance Elia tries to bring the Martells closer to the Lannisters politically because of it. Tywin & Cersei probably won’t like that but I think Tyrion might fare a bit better if Elia sees use in befriending Jaime’s little brother and the technical heir to Casterly Rock (and i’m not saying dorne is a egalitarian, no ableism paradise - oberyn in my opinion steps over the line with tyrion - but considering the use of a wheelchair for Doran and the comments about Elia being not to healthy, I think they’re a little more accommodating of disability, which means Elia is simply pragmatic enough to look at Tyrion and see an opportunity. I think).

Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon come out of things fine. Elia looks after Viserys and Daenerys and probably they come out better. But Lyanna and Jon are in their worst case scenario here without Ned to protect them and with Jon as a threat to Aegon's claim. So what I want to say is that Elia sees this as a Naerys/Melly situation and takes Lyanna under her wing, protecting her from the whispers at court about how she's a grasping, upjumped whore who worships strange, silent gods. She would take in Jon (probably called Aemon) and encourage a closeness between the three children, comforting Jon when he feels out of place by pointing out that Rhaenys also doesn't look like a Targaryen. That Elia would caution forgiveness for Lyanna's sake, and encourage Rhaegar to have a Northern faction at court to support Lyanna - even if it's literally just a handful of ladies and knights to remind her of home - and to forgive Stannis and Renly, to name Stannis as Lord of Storm's End and make promises of peace, that Aerys had stepped over the line and Rhaegar has taken a wife from the North and a wife from Dorne to ensure that doesn't happen again, that they will call a Great Council to discuss together perhaps having a larger small council that can counteract the King.

But I think in reality it's likely that Elia attempts to freeze Lyanna and Jon out and they are both perfectly happy sticking to Dragonstone and ignoring everyone.

#it's not a scenario i think of a lot because 'lyanna and jon are stuck at the capital' is um. touching on one too many personal triggers lol #if you've seen that show maid. you will understand why. that probably also explains my tyrion feelings too actually asdljkflsd #just watch maid okay. then read the book it's amazing i love the author.#asks #anons #robert's rebellion

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michelleelizabethtanner · 1 year

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Ok! Here’s my Question of the Day, and it’s about the “You’re not supposed to be here.” scene. The smugness radiating off Rio is like level 10. Dean is shocked. And Beth (I think) is praying he (Dean) doesn’t make seen, in the midst of Rio observing a very domestic exchange (of vehicles) related to Dean & Beth’s family plans.

What do you think Dean, Rio, and Beth are thinking as this exchange occurs and how do you think they each feel about this exchange after the fact?

This scene is so funny! I am convinced that by season 4 they decided to just go full list of tropes on us. Like, they heard all the complaints about a lack of romance-typical tropes and just gave them all to us. Brio + Dean in a smug, defensive, confused, jealous standoff is everything! Look at Rio’s face. I’m 💀😅

I personally don’t think Rio has anything major against Dean. Yeah, he shot him and beat him up, but that was one time (lol, nbd) and had more to do with Beth than Dean. To me, Rio is so far beyond the likes of Dean, has so little respect for people like Dean, and thinks so little about Dean as a legitimate sexual rival that I wouldn’t even say Rio’s feeling particularly smug about his involvement with Dean’s wife. Rio simply doesn’t care about Dean. At all. He doesn’t care how he treats Beth, either. I just don’t see Rio getting all protective and offended because Beth allowed herself the complacency of staying married to this underwhelming, room temperature man. If anything, I would say Rio feels disdain for Dean being the type of man who allows himself to be steamrolled by Beth and not giving her a challenge – the way Rio is giving her a challenge.

So that being said, in this situation I would say Rio is tickled pink about making Beth squirm. While he doesn’t give a crap about Dean, he is unreasonably irritated by Beth hiding her true self from everyone but him. It seems to bug him to no end how she lies to herself and others. So having Dean come in and and see her “naked” – that is, in her true depraved persona – no doubt makes Rio downright giddy. His whole performance is for Beth’s benefit, not Dean’s. He doesn’t need to emasculate Dean. He already doesn’t view Dean as a man. What he wants is to emasculate Dean to Beth. Much like when he dropped that line about their dead bedroom in the pool table scene, where he said outright he knows Beth isn’t sexually attracted to Dean, he wants to really dig it in for Beth that she’s in a sham of a marriage and is unfulfilled by every aspect of it.

Beth is almost near tears. Dean snuck a peek behind her mask. She tried to put it into place as quickly as she could – pitched up her voice, played up her Midwestern accent, used her suburban pleasantries… But Dean saw her. She had no idea how long he’d been standing there and now much of her “Boss Bitch” persona he got to see. That Beth, (the one who’s Elizabeth,) isn’t for Dean. So having Dean see her like that rattled her neatly compartmentalized life. You can see her draw the little boxes and deny deny deny, even to herself, that she wasn’t just in foreplay mode with her crime husband. “Please, just go.” She needed him to leave so she could put her mask back on properly. Rio’s right to be amused by watching her do this. Her scramble is fascinating.

Dean is such a uuuuuggghhhh. I don’t know why he’s still baffled that she keeps going back to Rio. What evidence to the contrary has she given him over the course of these events? Maybe I’m being overly critical of Dean because he isn’t the first person ever to be gaslit into trusting despite reason. But Beth has been really honest with him in many instances. Yeah, she also was extremely dishonest in many other instances, but any reasonable person could see she was in it deep with whatever shady life she got into and she kept going back despite saying she wouldn’t. This all speaks to how staunchly Dean refused to see her. He absolutely would not allow her a sense personal worth or identity beyond someone who serves him and his children. So in this scene Dean is betrayed and baffled. Because for whatever reason he believed all her lies and refused to see the anguish on her as she came home and told him, “We got him.” Who in their right mind sees their wife return home after betraying her long-time lover – a lover she’s admitted to REALLY liking having sex with, a lover she could never let go of no matter how much she claimed she wanted to – sees her tear-streaked face, hears her shaking voice, and thinks to himself, “Yep, she’s given him up. She’s all mine again.” In what universe is Dean living?

So basically: Rio’s amused, Beth is exposed, and Dean is a dope.

#good girls season 4 #4.10 #good girls nbc #brio #dean is a buffoon #asks #question of the day

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a-tale-of-legends · 7 months

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I finished the relationship post ( family guy death pose) Right now it's mostly like. Who's with who and familial stuff. A lot of uncertainties, that'll probably change in the future. But with that all said, here. I spent way longer on this than I should have ha

Prof Oak - Had a thing with Agatha sometime in the past. Most likely didn't end up together long term ( I mean obviously) and Oak married someone else. She's no longer alive, as is their child, alas.

Red - with blue

Green - unsure

Blue - with red

Daisy - probably has herself a boyfriend

Brock - focused on work, but is bi questioning ( considering dating men)

Misty - ????? She has a boyfriend in the games????? So possibly????

Surge - closeted gay man. He comes out eventually when it really sinks in how queer the league is lmao.

Erika - Happily dating/ married to her old archery partner.

Koga - has a wife that's still alive

Sabrina - Not sure how to feel about dating. Focusing on herself.

Blaine - Simply not interested in dating.

Giovanni - Gets so many bitches lmao. But is married to Ariana in this au.

Ariana - Also swimming in bitches imo. Married to Gio, had two kids that ran away from them rip. Likes getting catty with Archer lol

Pertel - unsure

Lorelei - dated a lot but doesn't get anywhere

Bruno - Isn't interested in relationships atm,but is pan ( much to people's surprise for some odd reason)

Agatha- Had a Thing with Oak once. Terrible experience never again, she's single but probably had a trail of dead husbands in her wake.

Lance - aroace, single dad of 7 ( Kanto trio, johto quartet)

Elm- Wife and two kids ( one of them being Aiko)

Silver - Bi. User to date Aiko before turning his eyes to Kenji

Falkner - Not sure if I want him and Janine to just be mlm wlm besties or an actual couple.

Bugsy - Nonbinary/Agender and waaaaaay more focused on their work with bugs than any relationship atm. ( debating if they're aroace or gay as hell)

Whitney - Gay and dating Jasmine <3

Morty - Morty/Eusine. Not sure if they are dating by the johto arc or not.

Chuck - Has a wife and maybe a kid of his own

Pryce - is a granddad himself. A widow.

Clair - unsure. Has gay aunt vibes but again. Unsure.

Proton - Gay. Gay ass man

Archer - Down bad for Giovanni, insanely jealous of Ariana……probably is Giovanni's side bitch tho lmao

Karen - Honestly, probably gets with Will and maybe Grimsley. Maybe.

Will - Same as above

Birch - has a wife and kids!

Wally- Ends up dating Jin and Kohaku after a long ass time pining.

Roxanne - Maybe with Brawly I dunno.

Brawly - Maybe with Roxanne, again dunno.

Wattson - Unsure. I think in the anime he has a son so maybe????

Flannery - Not dating anyone, but she is pretty gay

Norman - has a wife and kid

Winona - need to think about Steven-Wallacd backstory, but I am liking the idea that she used to date Wallace. Though overall, I'm unsure.

Liza and Tate - ( shrugs ) Tate, for some reason, reads me the type to get crushed easily. But outside of that, they probably don't think about dating until they're older.

Wallace - Looks above at Winona. Still, he ends up with Steven for the long term.

Juan - Single man, doesn't plan on having kids, since Wallace exists.

Phoebe - Unsure

Sidney - Unsure. Wonderful hype man tho

Glacia - Okay so. I saw one hc that Glacia was Siebold's mom and it stuck with me for so long. So I think she had a husband, that left one way or another ( either he died or she divorced him) and she's been single ever since. Her relationship with Siebold is…. complicated. Edit: Glacia is no longer Siebold's mom, rather she's his aunt and legal guardian. They're relationship is still complicated, but there's a level of care here.

Drake - Not interested in relationships

Steven - with Wallace.

Archie - after prison and a lot of therapy, I imagine he gets back with Maxie

Maxie - Same as above.

Shelly - Shelly x Courtney is an interesting ship I've seen but not sure if I want to make it canon. Shelly does get a lot of bitches tho.

Matt - Same with Matt lol. Matt x Tabitha is something I've considered but not sure on. Probably not, given how both parties are, but I'm keeping the option open.

Courtney - Look above at Shelly. Also she does have that obsession with Maxie, though I'm not sure if I want that to be familial or romantic.

Tabitha - Look above at Matt. Tabitha is. Interesting to say the least. The more I think about it, the more I think the ship I mentioned above…. probably wouldn't work. Same with Shelly and Courtney to an extent. Honestly I think he's perfectly fine being single.

Lisia - Bi bi bi, baby. If I wasn't clear, I do plan on making her and Anabel an item.

Anabel - Look above

Noland - Unsure

Greta - Unsure

Tucker - gay as all hell and has had many flings.

Lucy - Serial dater than just can't get them to stay. Probably at a point where she thinks it's better for her to just focus on herself for now.

Spenser - Has a loving wife that's still with him, even at this age.

Brandon - Single, is married to the live of adventure

Zinnia - Requires therapy and traveling around to her to really get with someone.

Prof - Rowan - single. Probably dated a bit in the past but is now married to his work.

Johanna - Not exactly divorced ( yet), but hasn't spoken to her husband in years sooooo. She's not exactly looking for someone right now.

Roark - unsure

Gardenia - unsure

Fantina - Unlike her cousin/sibling ( Tucker), Fantina does actually have a partner. And lots of fans lmao.

Wake - Unsure

Byron - Divorced, but is living happily.

Maylene- Ends up with Candice

Candice - Ends up with Maylene

Volkner - Flint duh

Aaron - Not entirely sure. Definitely queer I think.

Flint - Volkner duh

Bertha - Hmmmm. She deserves a wife. I'm giving her a wife

Lucian - I like the idea of him having feelings for Cynthia, but it's unrequited. Sorry bud.

Cynthia - Bi and has her eyes on a certain actress

Cyrus - Choosing to focus on himself before even considering any type of romantic relationship. Will combust if someone flirted with him.

Mars - Likes the idea of going on dates, never actually been on one.

Juniper - People are too scared to get close with her. Probably for good reason. Fantina is trying ( and failing ) to set her up with someone.

Saturn - Used to be hella gay for Cyrus, but now is just picking up the pieces of everything. Doesn't know how to feel about him, so he's focusing on himself and work.

Charon - No bitches

Palmer - wife and kid

Darach - far too focused on taking care of Caitlin to even consider dating.

Argenta - Wine aunt. Happily single

Thorton - aroace

Dahlia - a free spirit, so she likes having her options open.

Cheryl - Gay

Marley - Also gay. Maybe I should make the date ( shrugs)

Mira - A kid who's main concern isn't dating or noticing who she likes. As for in the future when she's older…no clue.

Buck - Has a crush on a boy on Stark mountain. Doesn't have the guts to confess ironically enough.

Riley - :)

Cedric - Divorced

Aubrey - Married to Fennel :)

Cheren - Gets with Lear*

Bianca - Gets with Roxie

Cilan - Single, too shy to really consider putting himself out there.

Chili - Aroace

Cress - Single, is looking.

Lenora - Canonically married to Hawes. Doesn't plan on having children as of now. They kinda have Cheren for that, ha.

Burgh - I'll give him a win and let him have himself a boyfriend

Elesa - Is with Skyla

Clay - I've definitely seen different takes on him. For now he's a single father of one ( Wayne)

Skyla - Dating Elesa

Brycen - This came to me out of nowhere, but he and Marshall are dating. No one knows except Alder.

Drayden - I already have him as Ingo and Emmets grandpa so, he definitely got with someone, though I think he's single now.

Marlon - Has so many bitches but is too intertwined with the ocean to notice lmao. Maybe one day.

Grimsley - I mentioned he might be a part of a polycule with Will and Karen, but like. Grimsley's a mess. He has many many failed relationships under his belt.

Shauntal - Happily single.

Caitlin - " What? No. Go away"

Marshall- As mentioned before is dating Brycen.

Alder - Widowed granddad.

N - I know he's asexual biromantic. However I'm unsure of what to define his relationship with Kamari. But for now I'll say he's single, living his best life.

Ghetsis - ….I have. No clue.

Colress - Also have no clue!

Sycamore - Has a whole Thing with Lysandre. The sap in me wants them to get back together, but alas.

Dexio - I just saw someone else do it and thought it would be fun. He ends up with Cassius.

Sina - Not sure. I don't even know if she's truly interested in anyone. Possibly aroace.

Shauna: Probably had feelings for Jude and Dante at some point. Probably over then and living her best life.

Trevor - As of Kalos arc, faaaar more focused on the pokedex. After that he probably gets with Tierno.

Tierno - Same as above except he's more focused on dancing.

Viola - *clenches fist* Viola and Perrin are so freaking cute but I don't think they fit in my timeline!!!! So sadly, Viola's gf is someone else.

Grant - Has major feelings for Siebold, but unsure if he feels the same way.

Korrina : Wants a girlfriend so bad ( another sad case of two characters being at different points in the timeline so I can't ship them within the au. This time it's Bea)

Ramos - Was married to his husband for a long time, until he unfortunately passed away. He tries not to let it get him down.

Clemont- His sister keeps trying to get him to date someone lmao. He's moreso interested in his machinery but maybe one day?

Valerie - Debating if I want her to already be with Grant and is aware of the budding feelings between him and Siebold ( it ends in a poly) or just have her single in her own world.

Olympia - Single and is completely fine with that.

Wulfric - has a wife and two kids of his own! Loves them a whole bunch.

Drasna - :)

Siebold - Has not yet realized any of his feelings lmao.

Wikstrom - He has a wife. No kids.

Malva - Messy. Loved and resented Diantha in their relationship. Wished Lysandre would stop putting Diantha on a pedestal, while alSo wishing she was on that pedestal instead. Didn't know how to feel when Diantha ended up with Cynthia.

Diantha - Tried dating a man once. A publicity stunt if anything. After that she realized she was very much a lesbian and was talking more to Miss Cynthia.

Aliana - Unsure.

Bryony - Dating celosia

Celosia - Dating Bryony

Mable - Unsure

Xerosic - lmao

Lysandre - Was with Sycamore. Was.

Kukui - Married to Burnet and ends up having a kid together. Guzma joins in a poly.

Burnet - see above.

Hau - gets with Gladion in the future

Lillie - ends up with Ames

Gladion - gets with Hau in the future

Illima - Big ass crush on Kiawe. Thinks he's being the perfect flirt. He is not.

Hala - has a wife, one son ( who left ) and of course, little Hau as his grandson.

Lana - Unsure *

Mallow - Unsure * ( might make their relationship like the anime tho)

Kiawe - Thinks Illima is kinda weird ( but does have feeling for him)

Olivia - Canonically and chronically single. Girl suffering out here.

Acerola - Unsure ( child)

Sophocles - Unsure ( child )

Molyane - Has a boyfriend of his own, both of them are nerds together.

Nanu - Meowth man. So no one.

Mina - 👍

Hapu - Unsure but she gets flustered very easily.

Wicke - Aroace, happily looking after her friends children.

Faba - No rizz at all. Bitchless.

Guzma - Ends up in a polyam relationship with Kukui and Burnet. Genuinely doesn't know how he got to that point, but he's….happier.

Plumeria - Had the hots for Ames' mom but that didn't go anywhere. Single.

Kahili - Unsure

Magnolia - Still is with her husband. Sonia is her only grandchild.

Sonia - Dating Nessa

Hop - Um. Not sure. I like Hop x Bede but also not sure of I would want it in canon. Hop is ace too, so he's not really focused on those kinds of relationships for the most part. He does get flustered easily lol.

Marnie - It takes her 5 years to get with Naomi. But they get there!

Bede- Similar to Hop. Though I'm honestly just having fun writing his platonic relationships with everyone. He did mistake his platonic feelings/friendship with Naomi for a crush but he quickly realized it wasn't the case.

Milo - Ends up with Gordie

Kabu - Uncertain only bc I like so many hcs. Like I like him and Peony together but also just him vibing by himself is fun. Also him and Melony is cute. So yeah, not sure.

Bea - Eh. She's more focused on school and martial arts to care.

Allister - Has experienced a crush before but is waaaay to shy to do anything about it. Grateful to have the crush as a friend though.

Opal - Much like Agatha, has a history of dead husbands.

Melony - Divorced and has 5 kids ( Gordud, a daughter, and then triplet sons)

Gordie - Ends up with Milo

Piers - I might change this later only bc I'm really thinking about it, but I do see him in a poly relationship with Leon and Raihan. Again might change.

Raihan - Look above. But unlike piers, him and Leon are always end game.

Leon - Again. Look above.

Rose - Had a relationship with Cassandra before realizing she was pregnant was Carol. Was pretty much married to his work after that.

Oleana - similar case to Courtney, though maybe after a lot of therapy she gets with a nice lady.

Mustard and Honey are a couple, with Hyde.

Peony - Similar case to Kabu. Not sure. He has Peonia and recently Carol so he's honestly living his best life.

Klara - Way too toxic to be in a lasting relationship atm. She probably gets better after IoA but uh. Yeah. Not a great dating life.

Avery - Probably had never dated anyone ever…..yeah I can see him and Klara getting together at some point. It is, surprisingly, pretty healthy.

Sada and Turo are, miraculously, together in this au. They're also both dead.

Clavell- Unsure, waiting for the indigo disk to come. To really make my judgement. Was planning on giving him a husband.

Nemona - Unsure. Power of friendship real tho.

Penny - Unsure. above.

Arven - Unsure, again. Look above lol.

Note: I have shipped Arven and Ramona and Nemona and Ramona before but I'm ultimately unsure if I want either to be canon.

Giacomo - Unsure ( please understand I am in shipper hell here)

Mela- Slow to any romance, due to past experiences.

Atticus - Unsure

Ortega - is only 13, and while he knows who he is, he takes much more enjoyment being around his friends.

Eri- Is with Carmen. Duh.

Okay gonna cut the single format, let's get right to the case.

Dendra/Miriam.

Larry is Divorced…..and also has his eyes on Hassel and Brassius who are already a couple. Has not made a move and plans to never ( he fails at this btw). Giacomo is his son ( until I change my mind).

Ryme has a partner but they broke it off. She's happily single now.

Tyme is the opposite with a husband of her own.

Iono doesn't date cause that would mess with her viewers.

Katy and Saguaro seem really cute,I'm considering it.

Jacq - Single dad ( Ramona). Is unaware of a theater teacher's feelings towards him.

Geeta and Rika definitely has a Thing but neither of them really addresses it. They're in their own world.

Poppy - Just wants Larry to say he likes Hassel and Brassius already. Also thinks boys have cooties.

Grusha - Was too depressed to consider dating anyone but is coming around to the idea.

Raifort scares people away lol.

Kofu - Unsure

Tulip - Just doesn't have the time to date

( aggressively points to Luca and Kieran) Kindergarten Divorce.

Carmine - Unsure. Wouldn't be surprised if she scares some people away.

#r rambles #legendverse #this took so long #if you guys have any hcs you wanna share go for it lol

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hello! it's "sapphire tears" anon. it's not exactly what i meant, but it is still SO great!! thank u so much for writing it! i really felt and it is the best part for me. yet i'm so frustrated at the end like aah i need them to clear up everything and more tears. i love tears. i love deamon being a bitch and spitting out insults. i love crying. i love arguments that are much more than any sex or confession.

what did you feel about this idea in general? i do need to know i haven't made you uncomfortable in any way bc i had no intention. what do you think about part 2? (sorry if it's too much it's totally fine to tell me to fuck off)

thank u again! i love your stunning works, sexy brain and incredible hands! only best wishes!

Ello, ellooo Sapph Anon!!!

Kinda felt you'd say that, but I couldn't bring myself to write Daemon as someone who'd immediately offer his shoulder for their S/O to cry on, especially when his feelings for em are just starting to grow. I mean, we all know how he treated Rhea, after all.

In "Sapphire Tears", Daemon's marriage to the reader is an arranged match(as per ur req). He aaaabsolutely didn't want it, and he knows she didn't either. But poor ol' Viserys just really needed a fkn break (big FU to him, Daemon crawled right back). Anyhoo, my point is that he didn't want to get married at all,but did what he was ordered to do.

I think he sees himself in her- she's wicked smart, quick w the blade, sometimes lets her anger get the best of her(I mean, she did sock him in the face) . She's his female version but slightly better, as I see it, and this pisses the fuuuuck out of him. Let's be honest to ourselves, a person like Daemon most definitely won't know how to deal with someone that's so... Daemon 2.0 '-' I also think he doesn't understand the attraction he's feeling towards her- she's nowhere close to being his type. Y'know...silver-white hair...being a relative...

Welp, that's as much info as I can give on "Sapphire Tears" atm. Simply dk what else to say lol

I rlly liked ur req, if I've gotta be honest. As I said in the A/N, the desc of the reader you gave reminded me sm of Brienne(love that woman w my whole rotted heart, Gwendoline is just👌) And no worries, there's not much that can make me uncomfortable. I'll most definitely come up w a p2 to this one, no idea when though.

Never had someone describe my brain as being sexy before, thank you for that one lol!!

All the best to ya! Cheers!

#hotd fanfic #hotd #game of thrones #daemon targaryen x tarth!reader #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen #some additional info #idk if it helps #daemon x reader #the rogue prince #daemon targaryen x female reader

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fortheloveofwonderland · 2 years

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Out of Reach | Ralvez

This was for my milestone build-a-blurb which I am still taking requests for. The lovely @andiebeaword requested 😇 innocence kink, 😈Dom! Spencer,🫦biting kink, 🍆 sex toys, 🔪 knife play with Luke Alvez as an optional side character which to me just read as a Ralvez fic (I’m sure she won’t mind 😉)

Summary - Spencer and Luke are both unhappily married to different people. But when they meet each other at a swingers party, anything can happen.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Luke Alvez

Category - utter filthy smut (minors DNI), some angst (obviously), happy ending.

Content Warnings - swinging, unhappy marriages, swearing, innocent Luke and experience Spencer, masturbation, biting kink, knife play, some mentions of blood, oral sex, slightly Dom! Spencer, fingering, sex toys, mild angst, cheating.

Word Count - 7k

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Spencer Reid was a natural observer. All his years with the Behavioural Analysis Unit had taught him those kinds of skills he’d never be able to unlearn.

Even in situations where he didn’t necessarily want to observe those around him, he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t shut it off.

He knew the man across the room saw him, it wasn’t exactly as though Spencer was being subtle.

The other man was clearly uncomfortable in this environment. Spencer understood that he'd been the same when he first started coming here.

Swinging had been his husband's idea. After being married five years their sex life had started growing stale and Ethan made suggestions to spice things up.

After saying “I do,” Spencer never thought he’d find himself in the situation of sleeping with anyone other than his husband. Ethan had no problem fitting right in, whereas Spencer had been tentative.

Ethan had slept with someone on their first visit to a swingers party and Spencer wasn’t surprised. His husband was charismatic and beautiful, everyone gravitated towards him.

It had taken Spencer several parties to loosen up before he’d even dared talk to anyone let alone sleep with them.

But now it had been going on a year since he and Ethan had been part of this lifestyle and Spencer was part of the furniture now.

Sometimes he worried just how much he enjoyed men who weren’t his husband fucking him. Maybe that would be something they talked through on a therapist's couch one day.

The man that had Spencer’s attention tonight was clearly new, Spencer would have recognised a face like that. But also his nervous posture and the way he clung to the walls reminded Spencer of himself when he first started coming here.

The man glanced up from his solo cup, straight into Spencer’s eyes.

Spencer thought he was just about one of the most beautiful men he’d ever laid eyes on. He was all sharp angles with a chiselled jaw line covered in stubble. His eyes were an intense shade of brown that Spencer was sure he’d have no trouble getting lost in.

His tight shirt hugged his muscular biceps and Spencer wanted those arms to pin him down.

The man gave him a shy half smile before taking a sip of his drink and averted his gaze.

Spencer felt a magnetic force pulling him closer to the man. He felt like he needed to know him just after one look.

He started across the room, ignoring the mingling people drinking and making out with each other but Spencer didn’t pay them any mind. He was honed in on the dark and handsome stranger, tunnel visioned on only him.

He looked back up from his drink, sensing a presence just as Spencer reached him.

“First time, right?” Spencer smiled kindly at him, hoping to help put him at ease.

“That obvious, huh?” The man chuckled.

He had a thick accent, probably a New Yorker, Spencer thought.

“Kind of, yeah.” Spencer laughed too. “Where’s your partner?”

“Uh…she went off with a guy. Dark hair, beardy type.”

“Cocky son of a bitch?” Spencer raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

“Yeah, kinda.”

“That would be my husband.” Spencer smirked.

The man gave Spencer a curious look and Spencer knew exactly what that look meant, he’d seen it enough at these parties.

“He always told me he was gay.” Spencer smiled wistfully. “But since we’ve started coming to these parties he’s been much more…flexible with his sexuality.”

“That doesn’t bother you?” The man scrutinised him.

“It used to, I guess. But I’ve gotten used to it. Ethan is…” he mused for the right word. “Ethan is simply Ethan.”

“I don’t know that I’m just going to get used to the idea of Lisa sleeping with other men.” He looked sadly down into his drink.

“I didn’t think I would either, but once you loosen up, meet someone here who takes your fancy…it’s kind of fun.” Spencer chuckled.

“So you aren’t always a wallflower like me then?” He looked back up at Spencer and his eyes sparkled a little.

“No, not always. I’ve had my share of partners.” Spencer admitted.

“How did you…?” He trailed off but Spencer’s profiling skills told him what the man wanted to ask.

“How did I end up here?”

“Yeah.”

“Ethan and I have known each other since we were kids back in Las Vegas. I didn’t realise I liked boys until he kissed me for the first time. He was my first, in every way. But he wasn’t the settling down type. When I was twenty two I got offered a job in DC. For whatever reason that prompted him to decide he couldn’t live without me so he came with me.

That was fifteen years ago and we’ve been together ever since. Things were great between us. And then we finally got married five years ago and…things haven’t quite been the same since.”

“Marriage will do that.” The man sipped his drink. “Lisa and I were together eight months before we drunkenly decided to get married. That was two years ago and I’m pretty sure she’s been looking for an out ever since. Does it help? Coming here? Has it helped your marriage?”

“Yes and no.” Spencer shrugged. “Our sex life is better than it’s ever been. But we don’t really communicate anymore. Not the way we used to. But that’s just us, it’s different for everyone.”

“Right.” He sighed with a small nod.

Spencer thought he was utterly intoxicating. Completely unprovoked he sidled closer to the man, placing his hand gently on his shoulder.

“Have you ever been with a man?” Spencer smirked in what he hoped to be a seductive manner.

The man swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing beneath flesh that Spencer wanted to suck on.

“I uh…experimented in college.” His voice was slightly shaky. “I’ve never uh…slept with a man but I’ve done…things.”

“Things huh?” Spencer moved his hand from the man’s shoulder around to the back of his neck. “What kind of…things?”

The man parted his lips and a soft moan slipped between them.

Spencer was growing hard in his pants and he would have bet if he looked down he would have seen the other man was too.

“I uh…you know…” his cheeks flushed a dark shade of red and Spencer loved the effect he was having on him.

He leaned in closer to the other man’s ear and whispered, “you have the perfect lips for sucking cock.”

The man gasped loudly and Spencer knew he had him. It wouldn’t take much to have this guy upstairs in one of the bedrooms on his knees for him.

But then a strong set of hands were on Spencer’s hips and he was being tugged away from the man and spun around.

Ethan kissed him frantically and slightly messily.

“Ready to get out of here, baby?” Ethan spoke into his lips.

“Uh yeah, sure.” Spencer’s confidence from a moment before had vanished. Ethan seemed to have that effect on him.

Ethan gave Spencer’s ass a firm squeeze before they pulled away from each other.

“Who’s this?” Ethan smiled at the man who was looking so uncomfortable, like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

“This is…” Spencer trailed off, realising he didn’t know the man’s name.

“Luke. Luke Alvez.”

“Alvez?” Ethan smirked. “Your wife is just…cleaning up.”

Luke tried to hide the annoyance from his face. Sure Ethan was attractive but Luke took an instant dislike to him. What had his wife seen in him?

“I’m Spencer by the way.” Spencer offered him a shy wave and it was a stark contrast to how confident he’d been moments before.

Ethan snaked his arm around Spencer’s waist, tugging him closer.

“Let's go shall we? I can’t wait to get you home.” Ethan squeezed his side with a chuckle and Spencer simply nodded.

He glanced back at Luke who practically cowered against the wall.

“Nice to meet you, maybe I’ll see you again?” Spencer’s voice was nervous now, almost shaky.

Ethan’s presence had completely changed his whole demeanour.

“Yeah, maybe.” Luke nodded and watched as Ethan pulled Spencer away.

He watched them go, watched the way Spencer shrunk in on himself next to Ethan.

Luke knew all about losing yourself in a marriage. But tonight, with Spencer he’d seen a glint of his old self.

And he would do anything to see Spencer again.

***

It was another three weeks before Ethan dragged Spencer to another party. The second they were through the door, Ethan was gone, leaving Spencer to amuse himself.

He spent a while mingling and couldn’t help feeling downtrodden when he didn’t spot the face of the one person he wanted to see.

Spencer found himself ruminating on their last encounter. If it hadn’t been for Ethan’s terrible timing, he was sure he would have had Luke on his knees for him.

Being around Luke had ignited something in Spencer. He’d spent his whole life being submissive, bending to Ethan’s every whim.

But that brief conversation with Luke had allowed Spencer to be the confident one, the one in charge for a change and it was more arousing than he’d expected.

He hadn’t realised it until now but Ethan had left him powerless. And in that short encounter with Luke, Spencer felt powerful again.

There was something so naive and innocent about Luke that Spencer found incredibly sexy. Images of what could have been at that last party clouded his brain until he was so hard he had to do something about it.

He slipped upstairs and found an empty bedroom where he quickly fell back to the bed and tugged his slacks and pants down just enough to free his cock.

He closed his eyes as he wrapped his hand around his shaft and pictured Luke dropping to his knees and taking him in his mouth.

“Fuck,” Spencer was already panting at that thought, harder than he’d probably ever been.

He stroked himself hard and fast, screwing up the bedsheets in his free hand.

His head was already leaking with precum as he thought of Luke’s perfect lips wrapping around him and taking him all the way in his mouth.

His toes curled in his converse and his back arched off the bed. The images behind his eyes of Luke on his knees, Spencer fucking his mouth until he came. Watching Luke swallow every little bit of his orgasm and kissing him afterwards so he could taste himself on his tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Spencer moaned, increasing his speed.

He was already stupidly close just thinking of Luke, he didn’t think he’d ever been this turned on before in his life.

He was panting and writhing on the bed, wishing the other man’s hard body was pressing up against his.

Those delicious eyes that Spencer could get lost in staring down at him, muttering to him to come.

“Fuck, fuck…I’m so close Luke.” He mumbled, his eyes fluttering open.

Spencer wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not when he saw those eyes staring back at him.

“Fuck…Luke?” He panted, biting down on his bottom lip as his orgasm ripped through him.

Luke stood in the doorway, eyes trained on Spencer’s cock as he spilled his load over his hand and shirt.

Luke’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were bright red.

Spencer was quick to jump up, tucking his sticky dick away his pants, his own cheeks flushed.

“Shit. Fuck. Luke…hi.” He stood up, buckling his belt and looking a picture of guilt.

But he couldn’t help but notice the tent pitched in Luke’s pants.

“I’m sorry.” Luke croaked. “I uh…just wanted a quiet place to sit.”

“I…I should have locked the door.” Spencer shrugged.

A look passed by Luke’s eyes and Spencer wasn’t sure what it was until Luke pressed the palm of his hand against his cock through his pants.

“You said my name.” Luke whimpered a little as he spoke.

“I did.” Spencer agreed. “I uh…I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

Luke moaned as he pressed his hand harder against himself.

“Fuck.” He mumbled. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you either.”

“I’m sure we can do something about that.” Spencer’s confidence came flooding back and he stepped closer to Luke.

He removed Luke’s hand from his crotch and placed his own hand over Luke’s bulge making the other man moan again.

“I…it’s been…a long time since I’ve…been with a man.” Luke breathed.

“It’s just like riding a bike.” Spencer smirked, manoeuvring Luke back to sit on the edge of the bed.

He was growing hard again himself, feeling slightly dizzy at the thought of touching Luke and being touched by him.

“What do you like, Luke?” Spencer asked him as he sat himself in Luke’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck.

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“We all have our kinks.” Spencer chuckled. “What’s yours?”

Luke swallowed and Spencer wasn’t sure he was going to tell him. But then he raised his shaky hands to the top button of his shirt.

He undid a few buttons until it was open enough for him to shrug it over his shoulders.

Spencer hissed, grinding down into Luke’s lap at the sight.

Luke’s collarbones and shoulders were peppered with bite marks in various stages of heeling. Perfect indentations of teeth impressions lined his beautiful skin and Spencer felt delirious.

“You like to be bitten huh?” Spencer smirked at him.

“Y-yes.” Luke nodded.

Spencer surprised him when he suddenly got up from his lap, and Luke whined a little.

Spencer laughed as he moved around the bed, kneeling on it and coming up behind Luke, wrapping his arms around his waist.

He toyed with Luke’s belt buckle, quickly getting it undone before guiding Luke’s own hand to his pants.

“Touch yourself.” Spencer whispered into Luke’s ear and Luke hissed and quickly complied in freeing himself and wrapping his hand around his shaft.

When Spencer’s teeth suddenly sunk into his shoulder, Luke screamed and his hips bucked into his hand.

Spencer sucked on Luke’s flesh, wanting to leave as many marks on him as possible.

Luke stroked himself as Spencer’s mouth moved to the apex of his neck and bit down again.

His skin was salty and Spencer loved the way it tasted on his tongue.

“Fuck,” Luke whined, wriggling a little. “Fucking hell, Spencer.”

Spencer smirked against his neck and repeated his movement, biting down on Luke’s collarbone this time. His hands wrapped around his waist and worked on the rest of the buttons on his shirt until he could remove it completely.

Luke’s pumps were getting harder, almost aggressively jerking himself off.

Spencer used his shoulders to guide him backwards until he was laying down. He knelt over Luke’s chest and lowered his lips to Luke’s nipple.

He was soft at first, sucking gently to create a false sense of security.

When he sunk his teeth into Luke, Luke’s hips bucked upwards and he moaned so loudly the walls shook.

“Fuck,” Luke panted. “Don’t stop, please? I’m so close.”

Spencer smiled to himself and moved his lips to Luke’s other nipple where he repeated the same actions.

Once again Luke’s hips bucked and he moaned deeply.

He nipped at the skin of Luke’s chest, looking up at him through his eyelids.

Luke was staring back at him, cheeks flushed a sheen of sweat on his face.

“Come for me.” Spencer spoke against Luke’s chest. “Come for me baby.”

Luke moaned again and his body spasmed beneath him as his orgasm washed over him and he came.

He was panting and mumbling incoherently as Spencer got back up to his feet. He stared down at Luke, his cock still in his hand and come splattered over his stomach.

His chest and neck were red raw from Spencer’s assault and it made Spencer’s cock throb in his pants.

Luke was still panting when he sat up, eyes searching Spencer’s.

“Wh-what’s yours?” Luke’s breath was ragged as he spoke.

Spencer had a good idea what he was talking about, but he wanted to hear Luke say it.

“What’s my…?”

Luke let go of his softening dick and tucked himself away but didn’t do his pants up.

He stood up so he could look at Spencer properly.

“You said everyone has a kink. What’s yours?”

“You couldn’t handle mine.” Spencer smirked darkly.

“Try me.” Luke goaded him.

Spencer shrugged and his hands went to the buttons of his shirt.

Luke watched him undone the shirt and then shrug it off his shoulders and land in a pile on the floor.

From his chest to his stomach, Spencer’s porcelain skin was blemished with small scars and cuts. Spencer watched Luke’s eyes graze over every single one of them, eyes wide.

When he looked back at Spencer, his eyes questioned him.

“Knife play.” Spencer raised an eyebrow at him. “I get off on the pain.”

“You do or your husband does?” Luke frowned at him causing Spencer to chuckle.

“I’ll admit I would do just about anything Ethan asked me to.” Spencer confessed. “And at first, yes it was his idea.”

“You can’t seriously like that?” Luke’s frown grew heavier.

“There’s something about pleasure combined with pain that is unlike anything else in this whole world.” Spencer reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small pen knife. “Why don’t you see just how much I like it?”

Luke didn’t reach for the pen knife, instead he just stared at the device in Spencer’s open palm.

“I’m not…I’m not doing that to you.” Luke shook his head.

Spencer shrugged, flicking open the pen knife and proffering the blade.

Luke’s eyes grew wider as he watched Spencer take the blade to his own chest and without hesitation, swipe it down his skin.

He moaned, his cock painfully throbbing in his pants at the sensation.

Luke watched the blood trickle from the small wound and found himself fascinated by it.

“You like to be bitten, it’s not that different. Pleasure and pain go hand in hand.” Spencer offered the knife again and this time Luke took it in his shaky hand.

He looked from the blade to Spencer’s eyes which were practically begging him.

Luke came closer and hovered the blade over Spencer’s pectoral muscle.

Spencer nodded at him, telling him it was ok.

Luke swallowed hard, gnawing on his bottom lip while Spencer pleaded with him with his eyes.

With a deep breath, Luke pierced his skin with the knife, creating a small cut just above his nipple.

Spencer moaned, hips jutting forward at the feeling.

His pupils were blown out, darker than Luke thought was possible.

“Again.” Spencer panted and this time Luke didn’t hesitate so much when he cut him again.

“Fuck!” Spencer smiled, his hand going to palm himself through his pants. “Again.”

Once again Luke cut him and the sounds it elicited from Spencer was enough to make Luke hard again.

Spencer surprised him when he suddenly took the knife from him and tossed it to the floor. He grabbed hold of Luke’s face and crashed their lips together.

He pressed his body against Luke’s as his tongue dove inside his mouth. Luke could feel Spencer blood against his skin, warm and sticky.

Spencer simultaneously worked on getting them both out of their pants and Luke thought he’d find this whole situation a lot weirder than he did.

Being with Spencer felt completely natural. The way the other man kissed him, taking the lead and turning Luke into an utter mess was electrifying. He’d never felt anything like it.

Once Spencer had freed them both from their slacks and underwear he stepped back to admire Luke.

“Good god, look at you.” Spencer smirked and it made Luke shudder. “You are fucking perfect.”

Luke’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“You…uh…you’re not so bad yourself.”

Spencer chuckled, cupping Luke’s jaw in his hand.

“Get on the bed for me, baby.” He whispered, softly yet sternly.

Luke nodded dumbly and did as he was told. He laid down on his back on the mattress and seconds later Spencer was climbing on top of him.

He fixed their lips together again, grinding their erections against each other.

Luke moaned into his mouth, hands tentatively wandering Spencer’s back.

Spencer always felt slightly inadequate in every aspect of his life, always lost in Ethan’s shadow. Spencer never felt like he existed outside of Ethan, as though without him he would crumble entirely.

But now with this gorgeous man beneath him, allowing Spencer the power he so sorely craved, Spencer had never felt a rush like it.

Ethan had stripped him of everything he’d once been and it was only now Spencer was realising that. He was more than just Ethan’s husband. He was so much more than that.

The way Luke looked at him as Spencer grinded against him was as though he hung the moon. No one had ever looked at Spencer that way before.

The look in Luke’s eyes made Spencer feel worthy. It gave him a confidence he’d never felt before.

He bowed his head to Luke’s ear, swiping his tongue along his lobe.

“Have you ever sucked dick, Luke?”

Luke moaned at his words, bucking his hips against Spencer’s.

“Y-yes.” He panted.

“Good.” Spencer nibbled on Luke’s ear before suddenly pushing himself off of the other man.

Luke whined a little at the lack of contact and watched as Spencer got to his feet.

“Get up.” Spencer demanded and Luke complied, putty in Spencer’s hands.

He stood in front of Spencer while Spencer traced his finger over Luke’s jawline.

“On your knees, pretty boy.” Spencer instructed him and once again, Luke was dumb to do anything but what this man was asking of him.

He crashed to the floor on his knees and if he wasn’t so turned on, it might have hurt.

Spencer looked down at him, one hand finding Luke’s hair and gripping it hard.

“You look so good like that, on your knees just for me.” Spencer had learnt all he needed to know about dominating someone from years spent with Ethan.

Spencer was no more than his husband's puppet and it was only now he was truly seeing how much he’d longed for some kind of control.

Luke’s hands came to Spencer’s hips and gripped him hard. Spencer tugged on his hair, causing Luke to whimper.

“Open that pretty little mouth for me.” Spencer spat a little harshly but Luke did as he was told.

When Spencer thrust his way inside of Luke’s waiting mouth, the other man gagged a little at the force, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Spencer used Luke’s hair to tug him back and forth around his cock, fucking his way into Luke’s warm mouth with vigour.

“Jesus Christ.” Spencer moaned as his cock hit the back of Luke’s throat.

Luke hummed around him, happy to let Spencer do whatever he wanted to him.

Luke was so caught up in the moment he didn’t hear the door open.

Spencer’s eyes shot up and met his husband’s gaze and suddenly all his confidence left him.

“Well isn’t this a sight?” Ethan smirked, walking into the room.

His shirt was undone and hung off his shoulders and his zipper on his pants wasn’t done up.

Hearing Ethan’s voice, Luke went to pull off Spencer but there was a hand on the back of his head keeping him in place.

“Don’t stop.” Ethan told him sternly. “Does that feel good baby?”

Spencer simply nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

He’d stilled his movements, leaving it up to Luke to do the work now Spencer’s confidence had vanished.

Luke didn’t mind although he wasn’t sure how he felt about having an audience.

Ethan moved behind Spencer and wrapped his arms around his husband’s torso.

“He made you bleed, baby?” Ethan cooed against Spencer’s ear as he found the fresh cuts on his chest.

“Hmmm.” Spencer whimpered.

“You do like to bleed don’t you, Spencie?” Ethan chuckled, pinching Spencer’s nipples between his fingers.

At the same time, Luke took his cock all the way in his mouth again and Spencer whined pathetically.

Ethan placed surprisingly gentle kisses on Spencer’s jawline before roughly gripping his chin in his hand and turning his head before plunging his tongue in his mouth.

Spencer moaned into the kiss as Luke’s tongue glided up the underside of his shaft. Ethan’s hold on his jaw tightened and Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if he left bruises.

His dick was leaking already, his legs buckling slightly beneath him.

Ethan kissed him hard for a moment before suddenly pulling away from Spencer’s lips. He dropped to his knees and placed kisses on Spencer’s ass cheeks.

“W-what are you doing?” Spencer panted, feeling dangerously close to his climax.

He looked down on Luke who was looking back up at him through his lashes while Ethan’s nails dug into his cheeks.

“You want someone to fuck you, don’t you?” Ethan growled.

Yes, he did want someone to fuck him, he just didn’t want that someone being his husband.

He heard Ethan spit in his hand and without warning, two fingers plunged inside of him.

“Fuck!” Spencer jutted forward into Luke’s mouth making the man choke a little.

Spencer gave him an apologetic look and used Luke’s head to balance himself.

Ethan scissored his fingers, diving in and out of Spencer while Luke continued to work his dick with his mouth.

It was almost overwhelming. Spencer had never had two men pleasure him at the same time and he thought he might pass out.

His stomach clenched and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

He gave Luke’s hair a gentle tug.

“I’m close.” He whined which caused Ethan to thrust a third finger inside of him.

“Come on his mouth, baby.” Ethan cooed. “You’ll love the way he tastes, Luke.”

“F-fuck.” Spencer whined again, his balls throbbing. “Fuck.”

Ethan’s fingers brushing against his sensitive spot sent Spencer spiralling. He thrust inside Luke’s mouth again as he came, spilling his load down Luke’s throat.

Luke swallowed everything he had to give and Spencer’s legs were like jelly as Ethan continued to work him with his fingers.

“Are you ready, baby?” Ethan sat back, removing his fingers and making Spencer whine.

“Hmm.” Was all he could reply.

Ethan and Luke both pushed themselves to their feet, both looking at Spencer.

“Who do you want to fuck you, Spencer?” Ethan gripped his shoulders tightly.

Spencer swallowed and he couldn’t help but look at Luke. Luke’s cheeks instantly flushed red.

Ethan squeezed Spencer’s shoulders hard and chuckled dryly.

“It’s ok.” He spoke to Luke. “I don’t mind. I have fucked your wife after all.”

Luke swallowed hard. Yes he wanted to fuck Spencer, more than anything in the world if truth be told. But he’d never slept with another man before, least of all when their husband was watching.

“You don’t have to.” Spencer told him softly.

“Good god.” Ethan growled. “This is a huge boner killer.”

He let go of Spencer’s shoulders and practically shoved his husband out of the way.

“Maybe I’ll go find that lovely wife of yours Luke.” He smirked at Luke before pushing past him too and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.

Still naked, Spencer sat on the edge of the bed, not making eye contact with Luke.

“Sorry about him.” He spoke into his hands.

“You don’t have to apologise on his behalf.” Luke came and sat next to him, cupping Spencer’s cheek and turning his face to look at him. “It’s not that I don’t want to sleep with you, you know.”

“No?” Spencer questioned, seeming so unsure of himself.

Ethan’s presence had changed the man Luke was coming to know in such a drastic way.

“No.” Luke smiled softly at him. “I’m just…I’ve never done that before and I didn’t really want my first time to be with your husband watching us. And uh…I’m not sure I’m quite ready.”

Suddenly Spencer’s demeanour shifted once more and his eyes turned dark again.

“Well I’m ready for it now. Something is going to fuck me.” He jumped up from the bed and Luke watched him run over to his satchel on the floor.

Luke’s eyes were wide when Spencer returned with a large smile and two items in his hand.

The first was a simple bottle of lubricant. But it was the second that made Luke’s eyes bulge out of his head.

It was a purple toy, long and softly ribbed with a tapered head that Luke could already tell had been well used in the past.

Spencer laid down on the bed and spread his legs, Luke just stared dumbly at him.

“What?” Spencer smirked, coating his hand in lube before rubbing it over the toy. “If you don’t want to fuck me, that’s fine. You can watch me fuck myself.”

Spencer dragged the toy down his body and lined it up. He kept eye contact with Luke while he slowly pushed it inside himself.

Spencer moaned at the contact while all Luke could do was stare. Inch by inch the toy disappeared inside of Spencer while his face contorted in pleasure.

Luke’s cock was almost immediately hard and he gripped the base of his shaft hard as he moaned.

Spencer smirked at him, pulling the toy back almost all the way before plunging it back inside himself.

“Fuck,” Spencer panted, a delicious smile on his lips.

“Does it…does it feel good?” Luke whined.

“You have no idea.” Spencer continued moving the toy in and out of himself, slamming it back inside and moaning viscerally each time.

Luke was stroking himself, in complete awe of what he was witnessing. Spencer looked almost ethereal as he laid there, hair settled around him on the pillow like a halo.

Luke shuffled closer to him, laying down next to him on the bed. Spencer turned his head to the side and Luke captured his lips in a kiss.

“You have no idea how hot you look like this.” Luke mumbled against his lips.

He felt Spencer smirk into the kiss and could feel the way his body jerked each time he buried the toy inside himself.

Luke leant up on his elbow and his fingertips grazed down Spencer’s arm, coming to a stop at his wrists

Their eyes locked as Spencer stilled his movements.

“Can I?” Luke chewed his lip bashfully as he asked.

Spencer nodded and let Luke take the toy from his hand. Luke started slowly, burying it all the way back inside of Spencer while he watched the other man’s eyes flutter closed.

Spencer moaned, rocking a little on the bed as Luke pulled it almost all the way out and then plunged it back in again.

With his eyes still closed, Spencer reached and started stroking himself in time with Luke’s ministrations with the toy.

Luke positioned himself back on his knees so he could stroke himself too, and gave him a better view of Spencer in the process.

The shifting of the mattress caused Spencer’s eyes to open again and went straight to where Luke was touching himself.

Spencer hissed as the toy was thrust harder inside of him.

“Oh fuck,” Spencer moaned, squeezing the base of his shaft. “You’re doing so good, so fucking good. Make me come, baby.”

Luke groaned loudly, hips jutting forward a little feeling dangerously close to the edge. He picked up his pace with the toy, repeatedly slamming it into Spencer.

“So fucking good baby, you’re so fucking good to me.” Spencer was practically whining as he spoke and one more hard thrust of the toy inside of him and his orgasm snuck up on him.

He came over his stomach, mumbling incoherently.

The sight of Spencer coming undone sent Luke spiralling towards his own climax and he dropped the toy as his body spasmed and he came on Spencer’s stomach too.

Panting and sweating, Spencer reached for Luke and pulled him down next to him, kissing him sloppily.

Luke held Spencer’s face in his hands while they kissed, their bodies tangling together.

“Tonight has been…” Spencer mumbled.

“Yeah.” Luke chuckled. “Maybe I can see you outside of one of these parties?”

“I’d love that.” Spencer sighed, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. “But there is no way I can be around you without wanting to jump your bones.”

“I don’t see a problem with that?” Luke chuckled a little.

“It’s different at the parties.” Spencer gently stroked Luke’s hair back off his face. “In here, what we do is ok, you know? The whole point is to sleep with other people. But there are rules associated with this lifestyle. Out in the real world…”

“It’s cheating.” Luke filled in for him.

“Exactly.” Spencer smiled sadly. “And we’re both married.”

“Yeah.” Luke nodded, suddenly rolling over and sitting up on the edge of the bed. “Unhappily.”

“We’re still married though.” Spencer sat up too and tried to put his arms around Luke but Luke pushed him away.

He stood up and started pulling his clothes back on while Spencer sat sadly watching him.

“We still have the party’s Luke. Hey, maybe next time we can even go all the way.” Spencer teased but Luke just scoffed.

“No.” He shook his head, pulling his slacks on. “I can’t…with you…like this.”

Luke didn’t look at Spencer as he pulled his shirt on and started buttoning it.

“I’m sorry you feel that way.” Spencer gnawed on his lip. “But don’t blame me because we’re married. That’s not fair. If you wanted me badly enough you could have me.”

“But not the way I want.” He suddenly spun back to face Spencer and Spencer saw the tears in his eyes. “Goddamnit we’ve spent two nights together and I am already completely infatuated by you. And I know feelings are not supposed to be involved here but I can’t help it. I’ve never…I’ve never felt like this before. It’s fucking dumb I know, but I can’t help it. So if I can’t have you, all of you, I don’t want any part of you.”

“Luke, please don’t be like this. I-“

“Goodbye, Spencer.” Luke shook his head sadly and then he was throwing open the door and slamming it shut behind him.

Spencer felt tears in his eyes as he looked down at his wedding ring.

Was it absolutely crazy that he was considering leaving the man he’d spent damn near half of his life with over a man he’d met twice?

Yes, of course that was insane. He loved Ethan. Ethan was his whole world.

But Spencer wasn’t himself with Ethan. Luke allowed Spencer to be the person he truly was and didn’t try to diminish him or change him.

Luke saw the person Spencer really was.

The truth was, Spencer hadn’t even known who he was when met Ethan. He’d been young and impressionable and Ethan had moulded him into the person he wanted Spencer to be.

Spencer never had a chance to forge his own personality.

Maybe Ethan had been holding him back all these years, keeping Spencer from reaching his full potential.

Maybe Ethan wasn’t the one big love of Spencer’s life.

Spencer didn’t know how long he sat for, naked with his head in his hands until Ethan’s voice pulled him out of his stupor.

He dressed while Ethan went on about his night and didn’t even seem perturbed by Spencer’s obvious disinterest.

They drove home and had sex but Spencer’s mind was entirely elsewhere.

How could he miss something so much that he’d never even really had? Why did his heart ache so much for a man he barely knew?

Why did it feel as though Luke Alvez was supposed to play a bigger part in his life than he had?

He guessed he’d never know.

***

Each party Spencer and Ethan went to for the next few months, Spencer would spend his whole time looking for Luke.

But each time, Luke was never there.

He didn’t think it was reasonable how much he missed him. But reasonable or not Spencer missed him more and more with each passing day.

In time maybe he’d forget about him. In time maybe he’d learn to be happy with Ethan again. If he’d ever really been happy to begin with that is.

Happiness felt like it was something that had always been just out of reach to Spencer. Try as he might, he just couldn’t seem to grasp it.

Until he’d met Luke.

But now he was sure he was never going to see him again and happiness once more became a pipe dream.

Spencer returned home from his latest case earlier than planned but hadn’t had the energy to text Ethan to tell him.

Ethan’s car was in the driveway when he got home as was expected. What wasn’t expected was the second car parked behind it.

Spencer was tired and didn’t give it much thought. He stepped inside the house and hung his satchel up on the clothes hook.

A woman’s purse hung from one of the hooks and Spencer scratched the back of his head in tired confusion.

He kicked his shoes off and padded towards the stairs.

He barely made it halfway up before a noise alerted him to what was going on under his roof.

Pants and moans filled the house, the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

“Oh Ethan, fuck Ethan!”

A woman’s voice filled his ears and sent a shiver down Spencer’s spine.

His body flooded with anger but probably not for the right reasons. He wasn’t mad at Ethan for cheating on him, he was mad at being lied to. The fact that Ethan had a woman in their bed did not bother him as much as it should.

Spencer slowly backed down the stairs towards the front door. He fished inside the woman’s purse for her wallet. If his husband was cheating on him, he at least deserved to know the woman’s name.

He found her licence and honestly when he saw the name printed on the card a smile formed on his lips.

Two simple words seemed to solve all of Spencer’s problems.

His husband was cheating on him with Lisa Alvez.

Spencer knew he should be sad as he slipped off his wedding ring and left it on the bureau by the door along with Lisa’s wallet.

He should have been crying and screaming that Ethan could do this to him.

But all Spencer felt was glad.

He had an out. Ethan had given him an out from their marriage and he’d given Luke one too.

So as Spencer fled the house again, he finally felt that long sought after happiness might just be in reach.

***

Luke had fallen asleep on the couch as he often did recently and was woken by a frantic banging on his front door.

He blinked a few times and scratched his head as he pushed himself up from the couch and padded to the front door.

His eyes were still a little bleary and he had to blink a few more times to focus on the man standing on his doorstep.

“Spencer?” He croaked, rubbing his eyes. “What the…how did you know where I live?”

Spencer was grinning from ear to ear like a mad man. It had been months since he’d last seen him but Luke’s heart fluttered in his chest at the sight of him.

“I got your address from your wife’s driving license which was in her purse in my living room. While she was upstairs fucking my soon to be ex husband.” He was still smiling brightly as he relayed it to Luke, not at all sounding like a man who just caught his husband cheating.

“I-I’m sorry, what?” Luke frowned.

“Our spouses are cheating on us. With each other.”

“And you’re smiling because…?”

“The same reason you should be smiling?” Spencer’s smile faltered a little. “Neither of us was happy in our marriages. It’s our way out Luke.”

Luke was still frowning at him like he’d lost his mind. Had Spencer gotten this all wrong? Luke told him he was unhappy with Lisa, didn’t he?

He supposed it was one thing to be unhappy and another entirely to be pleased your partner was cheating for an excuse to leave.

“I shouldn’t be smiling, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m sorry, this was stupid. What the hell was I…” he trailed off when Luke’s frown faded and the other man started to laugh.

It was Spencer’s turn to frown now.

“I…I don’t understand what’s happening.” Spencer scratched the back of his head.

“I knew Lisa was cheating on me, I’ve known for a while. I didn’t know it was with Ethan, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” Spencer shook his head. “You knew?”

“Yeah.” Luke smiled and held his left hand up and that’s when Spencer finally noticed he wasn’t wearing his wedding ring. “I kicked her out about a month ago. Told her I didn’t want anything more to do with her.”

Spencer glanced down at his own ring free hand before looking back up at Luke.

“So…both of our marriages are over.” Spencer chewed on his lip.

“So it would seem.” Luke’s eyes sparkled.

“Interesting.” Spencer smiled.

“Would you like to come inside, Spencer?”

“I would love to come inside.” Spencer nodded and Luke held open the door for him to step inside.

As Spencer fell into Luke’s arms, he knew this was the happiness he’d spent his whole life searching for.

What had once felt just out of reach was here right in front of him waiting for him to take.

Happiness came into his life in the form of Luke Alvez, Spencer’s very own ray of sunshine. And he knew he was never going to let him go.

#ralvez #spencer reid #luke alvez #ralvez fanfiction #spencer reid x luke alvez #build a blurb #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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tatlandtaelsurveys · 5 months

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Twenty Three ~ Our Christmas tree is up :D

Have you kissed someone in the past 24 hours? Yes and we have shared many kisses today. :)

What is wrong with you right now? My back right tooth where I got a crown is sore. I haven't eaten dinner but my stomach is off. Are you happy? I am struggling with self love and some anger of lately. What are you drinking? Nothing at the moment. I do have a water bottle near me though.

Do you still talk to the person who hurt you the most? The most. Yes.

What do you wear to bed? What ever clothes I was wearing that day with a change of shirt. I am bad sometimes changing into pjs. I also wear sweats and a t-shirt to bed when I do finally decide to get up and change.

Do you tend to make things complicated? I try not to. Tea or coffee? Coffee.

Are you mean? No. I can be a bitch in my own head when I am mad though... How is your hair styled right now? It's down. Last movie you have seen? Blanking. I rewatched Freaky Friday.

Plans for tonight? Surveys, depending on how long my hand let's me type. It's been tight and sore. I need to get a mouse. As well maybe watch Instagram reels. Did you get any compliments today? Yes.

What are you excited about? Having a short week at work this week!!!

What’s on your mind right now? That fart was bubbly. I just farted...

What last made you laugh? My boyfriend and him being silly.

Do you care what others think about you? Honestly too much. I don't try and change who I am but I regret a lot that I say.

Which of your friends is the easiest to talk to? L or J..

Do you trust people easily? I tend to but also over suspicious they think the worst of me, which is a good habit to break.

Best summer? This summer, 2018, 2019 summers. Do you think you’ll be married in 10 years? I hope we get married before that time comes up :).

Do you want a small or big wedding? Not gonna lie, the idea of the big wedding seems so nice but I don't really know that many people hahaa. Budget wise, and am also content with a just family/close friends wedding. :)

What do you look forward to in the next 3 months? Some sanity at work.

Who was the last person that called you? My mom.

Are you listening to music? No.

Have you ever worn your best friend’s clothes? Like a jacket.

When is the last time you got flowers? Sometime this year for my birthday or appreciation day at work.

The last time you were at an airport? July. Went to my home town with my boyfriend.

Haunted Houses or Roller coasters? Haunted House during October, and a roller coaster at a theme park.

What type of foundation do you wear? I don't wear it.

Name all the beverages you’ve consumed in the last 24 hours: Water, Coke Zero.

How many books would you say you own, approximately? A few on Audible but hard copies are mangas. My boyfriend has various book on shelves though.

Have you had to wear braces? Yes and glad I got them.

Would you rather make out with a stranger or lick your boyfriends foot after he’d spent all day barefoot? Being that I have a boyfriend, I wouldn't make out with a stranger. I don't care for either event but I would lick my boyfriend's foot...Eck.

What email website do you use? Various ones.

Do you care about your subscriptions? I am pretty bad at using them more but have been trying. Good intention.

What jewelry do you always wear? Why do you wear it? I don't wear it too much.

Explain one tattoo you want and what it means: I don't care to have a tattoo myself.

Would you rather fly, drive, or travel by train? Train like out to a cabin forest river area :D. Fly to a country. Are you an Edward Cullen fangirl? Nope, never really was a huge Twilight fangirl haha.

How long have you been doing surveys for? Since the Myspace era hahaha.

1Why do you prefer Facebook over MySpace, because I know you do? Friends switched and I was curious myself to use it. Have you read the ‘Pretty Little Liars’ series? I have not.

What product do you use to moisturize your lips? CHAPSTICK and could not live with out it.

The last movie you saw in theaters - what would you rate it? Blanking.

When did you start using Xanga? I didn't get on the Xanga account train but I will take surveys from there occasionally.

Be honest, do you judge people on their appearance? I have, or thought it but corrected myself. I don't try to or at least give benefit of the doubt. I definitely am never in their faces about it though.

What school do you attend? Not in school.

What Science are you currently taking? None.

What song have you really gotten into lately? The song "Truth" from the anime Your Lie in April.

What did you eat for lunch today? A sub sandwich and various snacks and fruits. Did you get compliments on the shoes you wore today? Nope.

#survey #tumblr survey #tumblr surveys

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storytimewithnova · 8 months

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Torn Apart in the Nexus

Kenma and his friends including his wife who are a group of Twitch streamers were going to Live Stream overwatch as they were going live Kenma and shona where arguing

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Kenma:🎶This is the worst team I have ever played with in my life When we finally get on the point, everyone dies🎶

Shona: This is the team we always play with our house mate WTF are you bitching about

Akaashi: hey cloud how long have they been like this

Suna: roughly an hour hour and a half at best Atlas

Kenma:🎶I understand that every now and then a team won't click When it comes to you, I don't think I can sympathize🎶

Shona: Me me really you really want to go there you fucker

If they keep going at this rate this will be our stream and Kodzken will be ending up on the couch

Kenma:🎶You should've picked Mercy You should've picked any kind of support We ended up losing, and it's all your fault You should learn how this game works You should've been helping🎶

Shona:🗣If you like Mercy so much, why don't you just marry her? Instead of me

Suna: Oh crap she is done with his BS right there

Akaashi: No kidding babe what is the chat saying

Suna: oh they asked if we are going to play to which i anwser we will When these two stop bickering like a married couple

shona: we are married

Akaashi: you're engaged not married yet there is a difference

Shona:🎶So you're the type that gets on mic and tries to lecture me When you're the most useless person we have on our team I've never seen anybody rage quite as hard as you Maybe you should go back to playing Team Fortress 2🎶

Kenma: Hey leave that game out of it that game still slaps 😤 now just pick Mercy so we can play

Shona:Ha 🎶I'm not gonna be Mercy I'm not gonna be any kind of support We ended up losing, and you got all mad Your tears are what I live for🎶

Suna: OMFG Pick something and play the god damn game Because we're losing viewers because of your stupidity and childishness

Akaashi: this is killing me to watch

Kenma: 🎶You should've been Mercy🎶

Shona:🎶 I'm not gonna be any kind of support🎶

Kenma: 🎶We ended up losing, and it's all your fault🎶

Shona: 🎶Your tears are what I live for🎶

Akasuna: PICK A CHARACTER!!!

Kenma:🗣Maybe I'll be Tracer

Shona 🗣I'm already Tracer

Kenma: 🗣What about Widowmaker?

Shona: 🗣I'm already Widowmaker

Kenma : 🗣I'll be Bastion

Shona: 🗣Nerf Bastion

Kenma:🗣You're right, so, Winston

Shona:🗣I wanna be Winston

Kenma:🗣 I guess I'll be Genji

Shona:🗣 I'm already Genji

Kenma: 🗣Then I'll be McCree

Shona: 🗣I already chose McCree

Kenma: 🗣I have an idea

Shona: 🗣What's your idea?

Kenma: 🗣You should be

Shona: 🗣I'm not gonna be Mercy

Akasshi: Omg i apologies to our viewers we are use to this by now they would just pick one and settle it on the battle feild

Kenma: 🎶You should've picked Mercy🎶

Shona:🎶I'm not gonna be any kind of support🎶

Kenma:🎶We ended up losing, and it's all your fault🎶

Shona:🎶Your tears are what I live for I'm not gonna be Mercy🎶

Kenma: 🎶You should've picked any kind of support🎶

Shona:🎶We ended up losing and you got all mad🎶

Kenma:🎶You should learn how this game works🎶

Shona: fine fuck it i'll be D'va

Suna: after that display that character suits ya you 2 have been going at this for 2 and half hours and got absolutely no well this was some stream

Shona states live on stream she was going to dump kenma and join cloud and Atlas relationship she so stated she is not one of his sims he look after and maintains she is a living being and was meant be his now she having doubts giving kenma something to think a out

Shona storms out clearly not happy with the situation while the viewers are sending mean comments in the chat about Kenma's behaviour

Suna: Holy shit dude thia stream is a mess right Babe

Keiji agreed with his boyfriend

Keiji: right It's clear that she was not happy with Kenma's actions during the stream. And look at our viewers Love they just continue to express their disappointment

Suna: Honestly can you blame them

Suna turned to Kenma, shocked by the magnitude of the situation.

Suna: And you Kenma i think you blew the whole damn thing out of Proportion It's just a damn game not an excuse fpr you to turn on your fiancé this stream was a mess Akaashi: I am worried about Shona's well-being.

After Akaashi said he also took charge and apologized to the viewers for the chaotic stream. He reassured them that they would end the livestream and make an effort to help Kenma and Shona patch things up. With that, the stream ended and Akaashi and Suna hoped they could mend the broken relationship between their friends before it was too late.

When they finally returned to streaming, after taking a break from it and from each other Kenma and Shona made a joint statement to their viewers, apologizing for their conduct and assuring everyone that they were working on becoming better partners and teammates. The viewers, impressed by their honesty and commitment to personal growth, showed their support and gave them another chance.

Through the challenges they faced during that problematic stream, Kenma and Shona learned valuable lessons about the importance of communication, respect, and compromise in both gaming and relationships. From that point forward, they became an even stronger team, not only as Twitch streamers but also as partners in life.

#Youtube

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wardenparker · 2 years

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Killer Writing - chapter 2

Dave York x plus size female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst

After divorcing Carol so she could marry her soulmate, Dave York threw himself into his work. There is no way he could have predicted that the unexpected collateral damage on an op would turn out to be his soulmate. Now all he can do is keep you safe, and try his best to get you to not hate him as the two of you try to navigate a blooming relationship that started out with threats and a mean right hook.

Rating: Mature Word Count: 6.9k Warnings: *Blanket content warning for self-esteem, self-image, and weight issues.* Threats of violence, canon typical danger, teasing Dave deserves to wear a warning label. Summary: Personal truths are revealed as you and Dave come to terms with the fact that you’ll be spending quite a bit of time in close quarters for the foreseeable future. Notes: We are off to the races with this one, kids! The team may be giving Dave shit, but his concerns seem to be genuine. I feel the beginnings of some chemistry stirring... 🥽🥼🧪

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7

You shouldn’t have been listening. You know that. But if he was going to plan something horrible to do with you, you’d rather know it’s coming. But it sounded like the opposite. Like he actually intended to protect you and let you go. No honor amongst thieves, but apparently there was amongst killers. But being with him?

You chew on your lip. The idea caused…mixed signals in your body. Physically? Hell yes. You couldn’t have asked for someone more your type unless it was Oberyn Martell himself. But…how could you let him touch you after what you know he’s done? What he does? You pinch your eyes shut. No, you could not rescue him from his life of amoral judgements. Don’t be dumb. He is who he is. This is not a romance novel.

“About that…” Dave tenses up at the hesitancy in Kovac’s voice. “The target apparently intended to make her the fall guy.” His knuckles turn white around the phone, listening to the news that an account in the Canary Isles has been opened under your name and money deposited into it. Not much, just enough for them to believe that you stole the formula. “Son of a bitch.” He hisses. “Find out if anyone else knows about that account, besides the buyer.”

“It might take some time to clear up.” Comes the reply. “More than a few days.”

Dave sighs. “Okay.” Running his hand through his hair, he thinks about his options. “I’ll need to get back to her apartment. Let her pack up some things.” Kovac snorts and makes porno sounds, making Dave huff. “No, as much as I wouldn’t mind spending the entire time naked in bed, I very seriously doubt she would want that.”

“Enjoy the vacation.” Kovac tells him, obviously not believing a word of what he’s saying.

“Fuck off. Find out if anyone else is a threat to my soulmate. You know what to do.” Dave says before he disconnects the call.

You slide away from the door as quietly as humanly possible, back to the spot on the couch where you had been sitting, your favourite book in your lap like you had never moved.

…As much as I wouldn’t mind spending the entire time naked in bed… His voice echoes in your head making you shiver involuntarily. It’s just the soulmate connection you tell yourself, training your eyes back on your book.

Dave thinks about going back out into the living room, just to be around you. To be able to look at you and memorize your features, but he decides against it. You would be more comfortable away from him, you’ve made that clear. Sighing, he boots up his computer to answer some emails and mark the job as complete.

The morning passes in silence. Dave never re-emerges from wherever he went for that phone call and you never move on the couch, even when the adrenaline wears off and you realize you’re exhausted from nearly being murdered. Lying down on this man’s couch for a nap was not an option. You’re fairly certain you won’t sleep at all while you’re here. Not the way things look right now.

You don’t hear movement at all until sometime around midday, when a chair rattling in the other room pulls you away from your book.

Dave groans, standing and stretching before he goes back into his bedroom to change into appropriate clothes to go out in. Dressed in simple jeans and a Henley, he comes back out into the living room.

“You could be here for a while, so we are going to go to your place to get some clothes. Stuff you want.” He tells you conversationally. “Pick up some more groceries. If I give you my phone to pick out food you like, will you call the cops?”

“You left me alone all morning,” you point out, shaking your head that no, you won’t call the cops. “If I was going to run, I would have by now.” It’s odd, when you realize you mean it. That you had hours upon hours when you could have made a mad dash and you hadn’t. Maybe it was the phone call. Maybe it was the way he was so fierce to the man on the other end about protecting and not forcing you. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but still: You hadn’t run.

“It’s a good thing you didn’t.” Dave sighs, and sits down on the edge of the sofa. “We don’t know exactly who all is going to be looking for you.” He doesn’t want to tell you, but you need to know. “Lisa– she set you up as the fall guy for selling the prototype. You would have been blamed when everything came to light.”

For more than a few seconds you just sit there, staring at him. He can’t be serious. Lisa wouldn’t do that. She had been grooming you to be her second in command for the last few months. She had been sharing extra details of the project with you. She had— you groan, your face falling. She had been setting you up.

The sympathy on his face speaks volumes, when you manage to force yourself to glance up at him, and you’re not sure if things would be easier if he had just killed you or if you were thankful he was protecting you. Either way, this is where you were staying. Apparently for the foreseeable future.

“I’m going to lose my job,” you mumble finally, staring through the man in front of you into nothing. “I’ll be unemployable…that’s it…I’m done…”

“We are taking care of it.” Dave reaches out and puts his hand on your knee, thankful you don’t jerk away from him. “Anyone after you will be silenced and we took the evidence from the lab when we made it look like a robbery.”

You don’t like the sound of silenced, but you swallow your concern and nod. His hand is large, covering your entire knee, and you stare at it blankly for a second but don��t move. He’s still in charge, even if he’s trying to be comforting. “So…you’re stuck with me for a while.” What the hell kind of phrasing is that? “How are we going to go to my place if I can’t be seen?” Yes, focus on logistics. That’s good.

“We can either make a list and have the team pack for you.” He pauses, sure that you don’t want the other men to go through your panty drawer any more than you would want him to. Although his cock twitches at the idea of finding out what kind of panties you wear. “Or you lay down in the back of the seat on the drive over and we will be cautious.”

You exhale deeply, a forced and anxious sigh. “Please don’t make me get in the trunk again,” you ask, letting your arms rest on your thighs an inch or two from his hand which is still on your knee. “I can lie down or hide or whatever, just…that was…” Terrifying. It was terrifying. “I’ll do what you tell me to. I would just rather never do that again.”

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes quietly, brushing his thumb over your knee cap. “We needed to get away in a certain timeframe and couldn’t waste time arguing.” He hates how small your voice gets when talking about that. Doesn’t like the idea of you being so scared that you shut down. “I won’t make you do that again.”

Nodding vaguely, you swallow thickly before clearing your throat, trying to get your voice back. His hand is burning through you, making the rest of you feel hot and making you shiver at the same time. It’s not scary, which is confusing as hell. His touch is…calming. And exciting. And nerve wracking. And it’s not making this any easier.

“I don’t wear hats,” you offer, remembering he was wearing one earlier. You’ll do what you’re told, including hiding. “A hat, a big scarf, and one of your jackets. I won’t look like me even getting out of the car…”

Dave nods. “We can do that.” He murmurs before he stands, a slight creak to his knees and he offers you his hand. You stare up at him as if he’s grown a second head and he’s about to pull his hand back - feeling self conscious - when you reach out and take it, letting him help you up.

Skin to skin for the first time since fighting him earlier, you almost hate yourself for the thrilling way your skin tingles. It’s just the soulmate connection, you remind yourself. And it’s just you being ridiculous. Just the side effects of never having touched a man in any sort of intimacy. Even weird circumstances would give you weird reactions.

“Do you trust me to use your phone?” You ask softly, remembering he you wanted to pick out food, but assuming he’ll be ordering it so you don’t have to risk being in public. Either that or have one of his team shop for him.

He doesn’t remove his hand, keeping hold of yours and loving how soft it is. “I trust you.” He says seriously, staring into your eyes. “Otherwise you would have been brought to a safe house, instead of my apartment.”

“O-okay…” You can’t seem to keep eye contact with him, looking down at your own hand in his but somehow you don’t take it back. When was the last time you even held hands with someone? It seems impossibly intimate for such a simple gesture. He trusts you. He’s trying to protect you. He’ll let you go again when it’s safe. Your mind races, grasping at the first thought you can. “I can cook sometimes,” you blurt out, only realizing after you say it how stupid it sounds. “I mean…if I’m going to be taking up space and eating your food…I can at least help?”

For the first time since you’ve been in his apartment - his life - Dave smiles. A genuine smile, curving his lips and making his eyes light up at the idea of someone preparing a meal for him. “If you want.” He nods. “My kitchen is yours.”

“Okay,” you say again, nodding this time and glancing up at him to find him beaming down at you. Holy shit… Your mouth runs dry. He’s gorgeous when he smiles…

He tugs you towards the door and grabs one of his beanies and a jacket. “Here.” He hands it to you, reluctantly letting go of your hand. Remembering that this is your idea, you tug the hat on and slip into the jacket, which is gratefully baggy. You flip the collar up and shove your hands in the pockets, ready to follow him. To do what you’re told. And maybe stay safe. You have no idea at this point.

The elevator ride down is quiet. Dave frowns as the doors open to the parking garage, looking around before he lets you off, he walks over to a newer sedan with a dark tint and opens the door. “Backseat please.” He asks, opening the back door.

You lie down in back, remembering all his instructions, and tuck your head into your elbow to hide your fear the best you can. None of this seemed real to you until right now - the danger seems unreal to the point of exaggeration, but nothing about how he is going about this is an exaggeration.

“Do you have any animals?” Dave asks suddenly, thinking about having to leave an animal in your apartment. “We can crate them up and bring them by to my house.”

“No,” you shake your head even though he can’t see you as he turns over the engine and pulls out of his parking space. “I can’t even keep plants alive.”

“Okay. I want you to pack your clothes. At least two weeks worth.” He tells you. “Laptop, whatever you want to keep you occupied.” Since he had told you the danger you are in he doubted you would go to the police and say he had kidnapped you.

Your eyes widen at the idea of two weeks and you’re glad he can’t see you as he drives. “Okay.” It seems to be the thing you say to him the most, loud enough for him to hear you up front. He lives clear across the city from you so the drive will take a while, and you start to make a mental list of what to grab. Figuring he won’t want to stay at your place longer than necessary, you’re glad you did laundry last night so you have all your favorite things clean.

******

Dave keeps checking the mirrors, a habit that is well served. Constantly rotating between the mirrors and checking to see if anyone is trailing you, he makes his way across town and pulls up next to your building, as close as he can get without parking in the handicap parking and calling attention to himself. “We are here. I have your keys. Keep your head down and just keep moving.” He cautions you.

By some miracle the lobby is mostly empty and you easily avoid catching anyone’s attention, heading into the elevator unnoticed and taking the short ride to your floor. Your door is only two over from the elevator and you follow Dave inside with a sigh of relief. Getting inside quickly seemed to please him, and that is reassuring somehow. “I’ll be fast,” you tell him, moving past to scoop your laptop and power cord up from your reading chair where you left them out last night.

Dave looks around the apartment, getting an insight into your personality. You are different from him, and he smirks when he spies seven coffee cups scattered on surfaces around the apartment. He huffs in amusement at how different his soulmate is from him as he starts to gather them up.

Standing in the middle of your bedroom, you shake off the intense need to just crawl into your bed and hide. Instead you pull out the travel bag you use when you go to see your dad every few months and pull open your closet door. Two weeks worth of clothes will add up quickly and you do your best to tuck everything in neatly for no other reason than your sanity.

Shoving your slippers in the bag’s side pocket, you move over to your bureau. Underwear. Bras and panties. Why the fuck were you staring at your underwear drawer like it matters what you pack? It doesn’t. It absolutely doesn’t matter. And you hate yourself for reaching for the black panties and matching bra that you’d bought for yourself as a treat. They would sit at the bottom of your bag until laundry day, you tell yourself. When you are doing laundry, you would wear this set. No other time.

Coming back into the living room, you’re stunned to see Dave at your sink with a stack of discarded mugs beside him in the dish strainer as he rinses off one more. “Are you…” you can’t help but smile. It’s almost endearing in a weird way. “Are You tidying up?”

“You can’t have these sitting out.” He rationalizes. “You will have bugs.”

“Right.” The weird little moment evaporates and you move to pull your earbuds and a few other tidbits off your desk to shove into your laptop bag. “I’ll be ready to go in a minute.” The only thing left is toiletries, and that is easy. It’s not like you would be wearing elaborate makeup while you were in hiding.

He gets the feeling you are annoyed at his practicality but he just doesn’t want you to have a mess to clean up. His first op overseas after the split from Carol, he had left a trash bag in the can. It had taken months to get rid of the ants.

“One more thing,” you tell him and disappear into the bathroom. All the things you need are in plain sight and you have your toiletries bag in hand in under two minutes. Out in the main room, you catch Dave bagging up your trash and shake your head a little. Compulsively tidy. Called it.

“I think I’m ready.” You shove the toiletries into your big bag and look around. Goodbye, apartment. Well, at least all the bills are paid by automatic draft.

“Okay.” Dave opens the door and looks out before he holds the door open wider for you to exit. “Here are the keys.” He tells you, handing them to you and trusting you not to run back into the apartment and barricade yourself inside. “I would do it, but I need to keep a hand free.” He doesn’t mention why, the ‘for pulling my gun out’ is implied.

In minutes, Dave is loading your things into the trunk of his car and you’re climbing into the back again, bracing yourself for the half hour ride back to his apartment. Somewhere between your apartment door and now, the thought really hits you. He’s really helping you. In a very backward way. If you were arrested for intending to sell the prototype, that was treason. It was only your word against all the faked evidence that apparently existed. Your options are two weeks in Dave’s apartment or 15-20 in a maximum security prison, and Bedford Hills SuperMax isn’t exactly on your list of must-see locations before you die.

The choice is easy.

Dave feels better once he is on the road. Reaching back and handing you his phone. “Go ahead and put the order in for the groceries. Just have them delivered to the apartment.” He decides that it would be better to get you back to the apartment. “Order whatever you want, don’t skimp.”

Studiously ignoring the warm tingle when Dave’s fingers brush yours, you tap through his grocery app, mindlessly adding a few ingredients for recipes you know you can make well, a good box of tea, and a box of the cereal you eat for breakfast every morning. Not much, but enough to get through without being a nuisance.

It would be so easy. With his phone in your hand, all you would have to do is dial.

But he’s your soulmate. And you’ll go to jail. And your fingers tap through the app easily, choosing payment and delivery before clearing your throat. “Done,” you murmur quietly. This is your own fate sealed now. You’ve chosen to stay with him. And now you have to see it through.

Idiot.

******

Back at his apartment, Dave carries your bag for you. More at ease in his own building, he looks over at where you are nervously chewing on your bottom lip. “I’m going to give you my bedroom.” He tells you, looking back up at the climbing numbers as the elevator car rises up. “I’ll take the couch. You’ll be more comfortable and have privacy.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You reply automatically. It’s going to be weeks and kicking him out of his own bed isn’t exactly keeping your presence to a minimum. “The couch is big. I’ll be okay.” You’ve had worse, certainly, and you can’t see the next few weeks going well anyway. “I don’t want to disrupt your routine anymore than I already am…which is already way more than you need to do for me…”

“Sweetheart,” he looks at you as the doors open. “Take the damn bed. You can sleep in it by yourself, or you can sleep in it with me. Your choice.” He doesn’t give you a chance to answer, just steps off the car and starts striding down the hall.

Blunt, You remind yourself. Dave York is blunt. You hurry to follow him down the hall once you shake yourself out of being surprised, slipping into his front door that he holds out for you. “Sorry,” you mumble sheepishly, hating that you weren’t exactly on his heels like you think he wants you to be. You’re supposed to stay close to him, not stand dazed in the elevator.

“Don’t be sorry.” He murmurs, wondering why you feel the need to constantly apologize. “Consider this your home for now.” He closes the door and flashes you a sardonic grin. “Sorry it’s too uncluttered for you. I’m sure you will change that.”

“Creative minds are messy,” you defend, moving past him to take your bag out of his hand. You may not have a place to unpack, but there are a few little things you can put away.

“Creative minds, huh?” He takes the bag back from you and walks down the hall to the bedroom. “I’ll clean out a couple of drawers for you. There’s room in the closet.” He turns to the chest of drawers and starts opening them to shift clothes around. “What do you create?”

“Um…” You had to go and open your big mouth. You might as well tell him. You’re going to be in his living room with your notebook and research, so he’ll find out eventually. “I write stories.”

“Really?” He’s curious about that but he doesn’t want to make you shut down. “That’s interesting. I love reading but I don’t think I could do something like that.”

“They’re not impressive or anything,” you shrug, pulling out some clothes from your bag to tuck into the drawer he has emptied for you. “It’s just…I don’t know…an escape. Something different from the Same Old Everyday.” It’s a mystery to you, why he’s so easy to talk to so quickly after this morning. You should still be terrified of him. But the more time you spend around him, the more human he is. The more like an everyday person. Just…kind of intense. And a little sad.

“That’s a good thing.” He transfers his clothes down to the bottom two drawers and leaves you the top two for your clothes. “It’s good to have an escape. I like movies.” He admits. “I have a huge collection on a hard drive.”

“What do you watch?” Later, when he’s not standing right next to you, you’ll transfer your intimates to one of the drawers and hide them under your shirts, pretending you have a little bit of privacy.

“Anything. But I really like sci-fi, or fantasy. Also historical dramas.” Dave rubs the back of his neck and looks around. He shouldn’t be this happy about you filling up two drawers in his dresser, but he is.

He’s been lonely since he and Carol split up. He can admit that. It was one of the reasons that he pursued her. He knew she wasn’t his soulmate, but he had been lonely. It was right after his second tour overseas and he needed to feel something. He had loved her. Even if he knew it wasn’t that forever kind of love. He had fooled himself into believing that having a soulmate didn’t matter. He changed people’s destinies for a living.

But you are his soulmate. Even if you wanted nothing to do with him. He would still keep you safe with everything he had. He would make sure you were safe and then he would let you go.

“I’ll - I’ll let you settle in.” He murmurs awkwardly.

“Have you ever seen Timeline?” You’re developing a habit of blurting things out around him and feeling like an idiot directly afterwards, including right now. Your favorite guilty pleasure movie isn’t exactly fantastic cinema, but it’s amazingly fun and always a guarantee to cheer you up. You find yourself remembering his smile from earlier, wondering if it was something that could happen again. “It’s time travel…so sci-fi and period piece…really silly. The kind of movie that’s better when you can make fun of it with a friend…” A friend. You huff at yourself silently. You’re not his friend. You’re the weird girl he’s stuck with.

Dave stops and turns back around to grin at you. “Absolutely. Let me guess…Gerard Butler, or Paul Walker?” He teases, eyes glinting in mischief.

You flush guiltily, hating being caught in something shallow like drooling over an actor, even though everybody does it. "Gerard Butler," you shrug. "But it's as much the character as it is the actor. Marek is fascinating." And has the best love story in the movie, but you leave that bit out.

He smirks. “It’s the accent, isn’t it?” He asks, slipping into a Scottish brogue that is nearly believable. He doesn’t blame you for liking some actor. The guy’s handsome. He just likes teasing you.

The embarrassment reaches your ears, burning the tips as you shove your hands in your pockets. "Doesn't hurt..." you mumble honestly.

He chuckles. “Maybe we can watch it tonight with dinner.” He offers, titling his head slightly. “I know you are disappointed I’m who the universe stuck you with, but I’m not all bad.” He pauses for a second before he turns back around and walks out the door to leave you to unpack.

You're left standing in the middle of his room, wondering what the hell is going on as you finish putting away the last of your clothes in private. Your honest lack of experience with flirting just leaves you wondering if he's being nice or doing it on purpose. You have the absolute most fucked-up meet cute in the universe, but somehow...he's nice. And that niceness is completely separate from the way that Henley he's wearing has to stretch to its limits to contain his damn shoulders.

Shoving your underwear under a layer of shirts, you bring your toiletries to the bathroom and shove them in an empty bit of cabinet so he won't have to stare at your mess. Nothing about this situation makes sense. Nothing at all. But something as simple as a movie with dinner sounds awfully comforting.

“Stop trying to connect with her, dumbass.” Dave hisses to himself when he’s back in the living room. Pulling out his phone to check on the delivery order, he sees that it’s still being shopped.

After an op are the worst times. Craving a human connection after exploiting his ability to remove himself emotionally from the situation. Now apparently it was bad enough that he is trying to flirt with a woman who wants nothing to do with him

"Dave?" You stick your head out into the living room to find him staring out the window aimlessly. It's the first time you've ever actually said his name out loud and it feels heavy on your tongue. "What...um...what do you normally do? During the day?" Does he have an office to go to? What are you expected to do while he's gone? Does he work from home? Is his routine thrown off just as much as yours? You have no idea.

His brow furrows. “I am officially DIA. I have an office, but I can work remotely.” He answers you honestly. He had just anticipated working from home until this was resolved, his team able to take care of most things for him.

"So no shutting me in the bedroom while you're at the office?" It was meant as a joke but it comes out awkwardly. Suggestive. And suddenly you're afraid that you're overstepping all over again, but trying not to show it.

He snorts. “No, I’ll just tie you to the bed.” It comes out before he can stop himself. Not that he had been thinking about how you would look, spread out on his bed and squirming underneath him while you cried his name in pleasure. Nope. Not at all.

Your eyes widen and you know he's seen it because you can't look away fast enough. You manage to not squeak or make any embarrassing noise of surprise, but you know for sure that your face is burning. What do you even say to that? "Gotta leave one hand free so I can hold a book," you clear your throat, giving yourself away. "Or else you're going to have to read to me." Shut the hell up! What is wrong with you?

That makes him laugh. Not a chuckle, but a full belly laugh. “Believe me sweetheart, if you are tied to my bed, you will be too busy to read.” Dave tells you with a wolffish grin. You might not mean a word of what you are saying, but watching your face express your every thought is fun.

It's the second time he's called you that - sweetheart - and somehow it actually seems endearing instead of condescending. Completely separate from the fact that you feel positively slick between your thighs at the mental image, you can feel your goddamn heart racing. There's no graceful way out of this teasing for you, and he's looking at you like you're his next goddamn meal and you just...combust. You're too off kilter. Too out of your element. And honestly too physically attracted to him to be able to deal with this well.

"I'm a virgin." You blurt out, completely mortified immediately afterward and flee into the bathroom like an idiot. What the FUCK was that?! Maybe you'd be better off in prison than here after all…

That surprises him. A lot. You are gorgeous and he had assumed that you– “Okay.” Dave walks to the door and taps on it, trying not to imagine how fucking tight you would be or watching the riot of expression ride over your face while you cum. “That’s– that’s okay.” He shrugs even though you can’t see it, unsure of what to say. “I’m not. Sorry. But you don’t need to be embarrassed.”

"Don't be stupid," you groan, loud enough for him to hear through the door. You need a second or two before you can face him. "There's no reason you would be." You exhale slowly, trying to collect yourself, before you crack the door open enough to just see him. "I just...I think you're flirting with me? And I don't really..." God what a fucking idiot you must seem like. 12 hours ago he was abducting you from your office and now THIS? "I'm not good at this. I haven't done it. I..." Your voice drops and so do your eyes. "I decided a long time ago that I wasn't going to bother with anyone who wasn't my soulmate."

A lot of people save themselves. It isn't unusual. You had decided it on your own, never expecting your person to have made the same decision but satisfied that you were doing what made you comfortable and happy. Now, though? Facing the reality of it? You felt like an idiot schoolgirl who had just told their teacher they hadn't studied for an exam.

“Oh.” Dave softens at your words, reaching out before he pauses, not stroking your cheek like he had intended. Carol had always liked when he was physically affectionate but maybe you weren’t that way. “I–I’m honored.” He tells you seriously. “I know you wish you hadn’t now. Considering….”

"I don't even know." You hate how small your voice is, but there's nothing you can do about it. You're embarrassed. Even if he says you don't need to be, you are. This whole thing is fucked. "I don't...expect anything," you clarify, letting the door open a little more. "Like I don't think everything is going to magically be a fairy tale or something. But..." With a huff and a shrug, you manage to actually look up at him. A soft and sympathetic expression drawn on his handsome face. "But I think you're more than your job. And if we're going to be sharing space for a while, I think it would make things a lot less awkward if we got to know each other a little?"

“That’s a good idea.” He wants to kiss you, badly. Wants to see if your lips are as soft as they look. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” He means it too. He would tell you everything he possibly could, barring the top secret information.

You pinch your eyes shut for a minute before you push the door open all the way. He doesn't move, and for a second you don't either - an odd stand-off in the doorway of his bathroom. Of all the goddamn stupid impulses in the world, just like all the stupid shit you've blurted out to him today, your mind and body seem to have more control over your actions than your will, and you lean forward to hug him before you can stop yourself. Break the barrier now and make it less awkward, you tell yourself, searching for some logic in the impulse.

Your arms come around him and Dave groans. The sound rumbling in his chest and his own arms immediately encircle you. Feeling the press of your body against his is a delicious kind of torture, and his cock twitches insistently. Already hard from your confession, it presses against the zipper of his jeans and reminds him how attractive he finds you. “It’s okay.”

"I'm not upset," you realize at the same time the words are coming out of your mouth. For a split second you don't register what the feeling is, until you think about it for a second and practically jump back with the surprise of realizing he's hard for some reason. How did that even happen? "I...I just...I don't know. It felt like the right thing to do? Break the awkward conversation barrier and break the awkward touch barrier..."

Dave smirks, liking the way that you think. “So by your logic, we should break the awkward kiss barrier too.” He murmurs, eyes darkening slightly at the idea.

The flash of panic on your face is probably incredibly obvious. Being in your early 30s and never having done anything has made it all seem incredibly daunting as well as incredibly enticing. You know he knows what he's doing. You can tell. It's something in the way he carries himself and the ease that he teases you. But standing awkwardly in the doorway of his bathroom is hardly anywhere near the thousands of versions of your first kiss that you'd imagined. Even if your heart is pounding in your ears thinking about it. "Bathroom isn't exactly...romantic," your whole body burns in pure embarrassment.

Disappointment is something that he’s used to, but this time it’s nearly painful. His eyes shutter, losing their teasing glow, and he gives you a small nod. “I understand.” Of course you wouldn’t want him to kiss you. He takes a step back and is about to say something else when there is a knock on the door.

His entire demeanor changes. Back straight and eyes suddenly intense and focused, his jaw tight. “Stay here.” He warns you, reaching for the gun that he had set on the dresser before he disappears out of the room towards the front door.

You slump against the doorframe, facing dropping into one hand. Is it your imagination, or was he disappointed? The whole energy around the two of you had changed in the blink of an eye. Did he actually want to kiss you? Had you just screwed up your only chance at an actual, real first kiss?

You groan quietly, feeling like an idiot, and listen to the exchange happening in the other room: the girl delivering your grocery order is giggling and obviously flirting with him - something you wouldn’t even feel comfortable with yet, but he probably thrives on. The rustle of bags and giggling goes on for a few minutes, and you find yourself leaving the bathroom to walk the two steps into his bedroom to sit down on the edge of his bed. Awkward kiss barrier You shake your head at yourself and groan again. Idiot.

He decides to give you your space. Get it together, York he tells himself. He shakes his head as he starts to put away the groceries.

It was amazing that there was a girl that had flirted with him while she was bringing the bags inside and he had little interest beyond being polite. And the woman that wanted nothing to do with him had him tied up in knots. It was the soulmate bond. It had to be. Yes, he was attracted to you. That was very obvious, but he normally never had a problem being told no. It wasn’t like he had never been turned down before. He normally just smiled and backed off, but with you? He couldn’t seem to let it go. Although it seemed like he needed to.

Ten minutes after the door shuts, you push yourself off of his bed and dig into your travel bag for your slippers - padding out into the kitchen much more comfortably. His face is drawn as he folds up the empty paper bags and the entire light is gone from his demeanor. And it’s your fault.

“It wasn’t a ‘no’,” your voice is a little on the quiet side so you don’t startle him - hands spines into your jeans pockets once more. “Just…not yet?” Not when I’m eight inches away from a toilet, preferably.

He keeps his eyes on his task, folding the paper neatly to recycle. “I shouldn’t have pushed.” He tells you quietly, his tone low. He’s not angry at you, just more upset that your rejection matters so much. “You don’t need to feel pressured into anything. It won’t happen again.”

There’s a way that he curls in on himself that’s not that different from when you do it yourself. His version is sad and almost self berating, while yours is intense embarrassment and shame. You’re rooted to the spot, still shocked at how your opinion of this man has changed so drastically in 12 hours. But there it is. It has changed. Because of your soulmate connection, probably.

“It’s my own stupid thing,” you explain quietly. “You wait thirty plus years for your first kiss, you tend to get anxious about it when the opportunity shows up.”

Finally looking at you, Dave searches your eyes and finds nothing dishonest about your answer. He sees embarrassment, shyness and a touch of shame. He hadn’t realized you hadn’t even kissed anyone before, assuming you had at least done that. He nods seriously. “If you want me to kiss you, just tell me.” He murmurs. “I’ll happily do it, but only if you want.” He pauses, rocking his jaw slightly. “Never apologize for not wanting intimacy. You owe me nothing, not even wearing matching marks.”

Thankfully you manage to not just spit out words this time. You chew on your lip, watching him for any sign of judgment, but there’s none. He just looks serious - which you’re noticing is his default. “I do.” You hear yourself saying, more surprised that you’re saying it than that you mean it. “Want you to, I mean.” He’s your soulmate. You’ve waited your entire life to find him. And even though it was fucked up, it’s still your story. “I’ve just imagined it a million different ways and none of them had me standing next to a toilet…” You huff at yourself. “Too many old movies. Real life doesn’t have a soundtrack and mood lighting.”

He snorts lightly. “I can understand that.” He smirks slightly at the idea of setting the mood. “You want romance.” He guesses, sighing quietly. “I don’t- it’s not my programmed nature. Flowers, candles, that kind of thing. I normally act.” He fidgets slightly. “Carol– my ex, I showed I cared by filing for divorce and giving her the house.”

“I don’t expect anything from you,” you clarify, though flowers and candles sounds pretty fucking perfect. “I just want you to know that it’s not a ‘no’.” You shrug, knowing that you’re not what he expected, either. You’re very different people, but the universe seems to think that’s a good thing. “I’m just working through my own stupid shit and that’s on me.” There’s the distinct sting of disappointment, knowing that he’s not the sweep-you-off-your-feet type, but you had sort of guessed he wanted from early on.

“How about we just enjoy tonight?” He offers, thinking about how to make you feel special. He didn’t normally do romance, that didn’t mean he couldn’t. “Have dinner, watch Timeline. Nothing expected. Just the assassin and the girl he kidnapped to save her life?” He flashes you a grin at the description of you and him.

That shouldn’t be charming. That should be horrifying. Terrifying. Fill you with dread. Instead you’re caught up in the dimple that presses into his cheek and your cheeks burn deeply. “Sure,” You nod. “I threw a frozen pizza and some salad stuff into the grocery order…that sounds like dinner and a movie?” Dinner and a movie was something people did on a date and you curse yourself for the phrasing immediately after him saying tonight was supposed to be relaxed.

Dave nods quickly. “That sounds good. If you want- I do have a bottle of wine in one of the cabinets.” He flushes slightly. “Housewarming gift from one of the downstairs neighbors when I moved in. If you drink wine, I rarely do. Makes me sleepy.”

You shrug, taking a few steps toward the kitchen. Toward him. “I’m more of a scotch on the rocks girl,” you admit. “Not very ladylike, I know.”

He grins again. “So the wine stays in the cabinet. There’s scotch and whiskey beside it. You are welcome to it.”

“How about with dinner?” You like that grin. You could get used to that grin.

“That will work.” He feels better. The last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable here for the next week or two.

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from-a-reckless-writer · 3 years

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dove down my rabbit hole of wips and one of my wips isnt a wip anymore! so here, have some gay shit....

“Kelly wants to get married in the woods, I want to get married in Midvale. So, apparently, our wedding will just happen via Zoom. Her in the woods, me at the beach. Ain’t that just fucking grand?”

Alex comes through the door like a hurricane covered in leather. Her helmet lands on Kara’s counter loudly. Her keys haphazardly thrown somewhere in the general direction of the bowl by the door.

“Then have two weddings.”

Alex follows the voice and her eyes zero in on her sister’s best friend.

Lena is sitting on the floor of Kara’s apartment, wearing an oversized sweater. Her dark hair spilling down her shoulders softly. A hand wrapping around a wine glass, the other typing on her laptop, not even jumping in the slightest at the commotion that is Alex’s entrance.

Alex plops down on the couch sighing loudly, not even batting an eye at this utterly domestic scene that is her sister washing the dishes with Lena Luthor on the floor of her apartment.

Lena doesn’t comment at the Danvers’ Sisters antics and Alex doesn’t call them out on the ridiculousness that Lena and Kara are still keen on keeping up.

The three of them already well desensitized to one another’s preferred brand of bullshitery.

“You know, sometimes I forget you're a rich-ass bitch and then you say shit like that and suddenly, I remember,” Alex says, smoothly snatching the wine from Lena’s hand.

She finishes the entire glass in one gulp and Lena rolls her eyes. Alex had finally proposed to Kelly the other week and well, that meant this week all of them had fallen victim to the Olsen-Danvers wedding debacle. It seems today isn’t the day that that whole dilemma is going to stop.

The wedding, of course, was still a few months away, but both parties were stressing about it as if it was going to happen immediately the next day.

Kara swoops in then, mussing up Alex’s hair, earning her an annoyed Hey stop it! before putting down another wine glass and pouring for Lena. Her arms are still wet from washing the dishes.

Lena murmurs her thanks and continues what she was saying, “Well, since you’ve finally remembered that I’m a billionaire. Let me pay for two weddings.”

Alex chokes on the wine.

“What? You’re kidding me, right?”

Lena continues typing, ignoring Alex’s shock, you’d think she didn’t just offer to pay for a wedding.

“Well, I mean, I’m never gonna get married,” Lena explains, “but if you let me do this, I can brag around that I’ve paid for two weddings. Not to mention I’m gonna make two brides very, very happy.”

“Or,” Kara interjects, lowering herself on the opposite side of the couch, perfect for Lena to lean back between Kara’s legs and lay her head on the side of her thigh. “You can just wait for Kelly to get here,” Kara says, pointedly. “Talk it out like normal adults and reach a compromise.”

Kara’s hands start to snake their way from Lena’s hair to Lena’s shoulders, massaging, all too aware that Lena won’t stop whatever it is she’s working on on her laptop till everybody gets here.

Lena lets herself melt and closes her eyes, sighing as Kara’s fingers dip at the junction of her neck and shoulder with just the right amount of pressure.

“I don’t wanna get married in the woods, Kara.”

Lena opens one eye to take a peek at Alex, who looks exasperated, her eyes pleading, gulping down another glass of wine.

“Don’t tell me,” Kara replies. “Tell Kelly.”

“The bugs, Kara,” Alex moans. “Imagine the bugs, and the moss and the ughhh.”

She dramatically thumps the back of her head on the couch.

“Imagine the soil. Clumpy wet soil. Eurgh. Ew. What if I fall face first in that? What if I trip over a stupid tree root in my heels? In my wedding dress?!”

“Alex, you don’t even have a dress yet,” Kara deadpans.

“I thought you were gonna wear a suit,” Lena adds.

“You two suck.” Alex pouts.

****

The rest of their friends arrive and Kara finally succeeds in prying Lena’s work laptop away from her. Alex was already teasing the line from tipsy to drunk by the time Kelly comes through the door.

“Let’s get married in Vegas!!!!” Is how Alex decides to greet her fiance.

Kelly laughs, gives her a peck then answers, “As much as that sounds like a very convenient wedding, I don’t think Eliza would appreciate that, baby.”

Alex frowns at being rejected, sags against the couch and crosses her arms. Why does Kelly always have to be right?

“How much has she had to drink?” Kelly turns to Kara.

“Uhh ask Lena. She made her switch to whiskey.”

Lena—who Kelly thinks was way too busy nuzzling against Kara’s neck to even answer her question—mumbles something that sounds like “S’was just two glasses.”

Kelly just shakes her head, makes Alex drink a glass of water. Her ring making a clink against the glass.

“Alright, what if,” Nia sing-songs, eyes sparkling with mischief, “we just settle this whole wedding thing with Charades?”

Nia claps her hands together like some gameshow host and Kelly takes a deep breath through the nose.

She’s been to enough Game Nights to know where this is headed.

Everybody else was intoxicated enough to accept the suggestion as a grand idea, not at all even thinking that: Hey, isn’t this something we should all take seriously?? Maybe ask the brides what they want, maybe???

Kara nods enthusiastically, agreeing immediately, “Oh!! That’s a great idea! Fun and fair at the same time!”

“Olsen vs. Danvers. Brides get to pick their teams.”

Nia pulls a white board out of nowhere, uncaps a marker and writes “Team Danvers”, “Team Olsen” separated by a neat line in the middle.

“Are we really letting Nia take charge of our wedding venue?" She hears Alex whisper from where she has her tucked at the crook of her neck.

Kelly sneaks a glance at the chaos happening before their eyes; Brainy already claiming to be on Kelly’s team, J’onn shaking his head opting to be the game scorer instead and refusing to participate, somebody’s shouting about: NIA, DREAM PROJECTIONS AT CHARADES IS CHEATING!!!!

Guess this is their life now.

Kelly smirks, boops Alex on the nose and says, “Scared you’ll lose, Danvers?”

****

Alex loses by three points.

“How was I supposed to know you were gesturing 'Transformers'!?!” She barks at Kara, throwing her hands in exasperation.

“I pointed at Nia!” Kara huffs, incredulous at the fact that her sister is blaming her.

Nia lost them a point too!

“What does Nia even have to do with it???” Alex’s voice grows higher in pitch. Her brows furrow in a mix of confusion and frustration.

“Trans, Alex. Trans.”

“Oh my God,” Alex groans. “How are you this dumb?”

And that was the story of how Kelly got her dream wedding.

****

The frenzy finally dies down, some time between Nia making up another drinking game and J’onn making her sit back down. A movie that none of them were watching provides a background noise to the almost lazy atmosphere. Kelly and Alex were pressed close on the far end of the couch, enjoying the temporary quiet.

“Guess we’re getting married in the woods, huh?” Alex murmurs.

“I guess we are,” Kelly whispers back. Alex beams at her, grinning dopily at the thought of finally getting the ending they deserve. It would be the perfect day, she has no doubt about that. No matter where they are. It would be perfect because they got there together.

Alex can’t wait.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing.”

Alex continues to smile stupidly, nudges her nose to Kelly’s.

“Just— I don’t really care where we get married, I guess.”

“Oh yeah?” Kelly raises an amused brow at her.

“Mm-hm. So long as you’re the one walking down the aisle.”

Alex presses their lips together, breathes Kelly in deep and for the first time that night, she feels that the future isn’t so scary, even though there is still a very large possibility that she might trip over a tree root on her wedding day.

Somebody interrupts their kiss.

“She’s only saying that ‘cos she lost.”

“Shut up, Luthor.”

****

“Text me when you get home!”

Lena hears Kara call loudly after her sister, before closing the door. Game Night has officially ended and as usual she’s still here. She’ll always be here, she thinks for a brief moment. The thought holding more depth than it should.

Kara didn’t even question her when everybody began filing out and Lena just started picking up the discarded dirty plates and walking them to the sink. They’re well past the point of asking each other if the other would stay over.

It was already some unspoken rule.

Already well past the point of Lena wanting to ask Kara what the hell it is they’re doing.

She’s bent over the sink, scrubbing—Kara doesn’t own a dishwasher for the sole reason that she finds doing the dishes therapeutic—when Lena takes a glance over her shoulder.

Kara is sitting on a high stool near the counter, casually flicking through her phone. It was Lena’s turn to do the dishes tonight. Once upon a time her doing the dishes would have resulted in a fight. “I can superspeed the dishes. Why would you even want to do them?” A statement that would be met with an eye roll.

Kara has learned not to fight her on it again, after around the 7th time that Lena had stubbornly insisted and Supergirl got doused with dishwashing liquid.

And now, it’s become some sort of routine, Kara does the dishes after lunch and Lena does the dishes after dinner. Oh, how the paparazzi would kill for this—Lena Luthor Knows What A Sponge Is?

“Is it true when you told Alex you’re never going to get married?”

Kara decides to break their quiet.

“Yeah, pretty certain about that one, why?” Lena turns around, cocks a curious brow. If she’s being honest she’s beyond certain that she’s not going to get married. She always jokes about how she’s married to L-Corp but it isn’t till now that she realizes how true that is, and...how lonely.

“I don’t know,” Kara murmurs, not meeting Lena’s eyes. “I just like the idea of you getting married, I guess.”

“What?” Lena chuckles at that; genuinely confused but still curious.

“Well, I mean—” Kara wobbles through her words.

“I guess, I just— I like the idea of you walking down the aisle...in a white dress,” Kara muses.

Then, “Or a suit!!” she quickly amends. “If you wanna wear a suit, that is. That can totally be arranged, you know?” Kara waves her hand around and it’s like now that she’s started, she can’t stop.

And Lena’s just standing there, water still dripping from her elbow, unsure of how to feel about Kara imagining her getting married. Quite an incredulous scene isn’t it? Her getting married? What a crazy thing to say, an even crazier scenario to imagine!

She snaps out of it, realizing Kara’s still rambling.

“I have no objections whatsoever with that, if you wanna wear a suit. And yeah, you know? I just— I like that idea. I like the idea of you dancing to your wedding song. The idea of you exchanging your vows, the idea of you-”

“Kara,” Lena decides to put a stop to it, since it’s clearly evident Kara won’t be stopping any time soon. And Lena's feeling way too many things that she doesn’t want to feel at the moment. She’s sure that she’s going to feel more, if she doesn’t put a stop to it herself.

“I’m well aware that it’s the best friend’s job to help with the bride’s wedding,” She says, “but, darling don’t you think you’re putting just a bit too much effort into this? Certainly seems like you’ve thought about it a lot.”

At that, Kara’s cheeks turn a light pink, squirming sheepishly under Lena’s questioning gaze.

Shouldn’t Kara be thinking about her own wedding? How beautiful she would look walking down the aisle. How her blonde hair would look so nicely with her dress. How happy she would finally be after finding someone she could share her life with. Not that Lena's been thinking about those kinds of things. No, of course not. That’d be hypocritical of her at this point. Why would she even— Why were they even talking about this again???

Lena tries to rein in it, tries to focus on Kara again; hands finally finding a dry towel, hesitantly walking into Kara’s space to hear the blonde more clearly.

“Well, I mean- Like I said, I do really like the idea of you getting married,” Kara repeats herself slowly.

And before Lena can come any closer, “Like the idea of you getting married…to me. More specifically,” Kara adds more quietly.

“What?”

Lena stands frozen.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard y- Kara, did you just?”

Lena’s heart is pounding away in her chest. Did she hear her right? Did Kara really just—

Lena’s a step away from her and Kara uses this to her advantage. She pulls Lena closer, tugging at her wrist, the towel dropping from Lena’s hands. Kara summons enough willpower to stare into Lena’s eyes.

“I like the idea of you getting married to me, Lena Luthor.”

“Kara, I’m sorry- What?” Lena jerks away from her, the words finally landing.

“Is that a no?”

Kara lets her go. She can’t focus on Lena’s heartbeat to assess the situation more. Kara’s own heart is betraying her, drumming so loudly in her ears.

“Uh- no, that's definitely not a no?” says Lena hesitantly, eyes wide, breathing nervously. She turns away from Kara for a minute to take a breath, hands fidgeting about.

She whirls around again to face, mutters, “You do realize marriages are for people who are—”

She pauses.

How do you exactly phrase that wedding proposals are for people who are actually in some kind of romantic relationship? And not for people who casually stay over every goddamn Thursday without fail?And okay, maybe sometimes, in a much different reality, would willingly commit fratricide to save the other? And in an also much different reality, willingly expose a secret identity to save the other?

Lena can’t find the right words.

“Oh, I don’t know, Kara,” Lena scoffs, shaking her head disbelievingly. “Marriage is for people who are actually dating each other.”

Kara takes her sarcasm as a good sign and pulls her in again.

“Well,” Kara begins. She can hear Lena’s heart thumping erratically, now that Kara’s gotten her bearings.

“We can always have our first date after the wedding, right?”

Aren’t they well past the point of dating anyway?

She’s got Lena standing between her legs now, her hands wrapping around her waist.

“First date and honeymoon all in one. That sounds great, doesn’t it? I can fly you wherever you want, Paris, Maldives, hell I even have a Fortress in the Arctic, if you’re into that.”

Lena stares at her, blinks once, twice; shakes her head and lets out a noise between a laugh and a scoff.

“Kara Zor-El, you are one ridiculous woman,” She breathes, putting a hand on Kara’s cheek. Because what else is there to say? This whole conversation really is ridiculous. But at the same time Lena feels like she’s floating? Like this may be the best moment of her life, and of course, it’s going to be ridiculous. This is Kara she’s dealing with, after all.

She doesn’t know what she’s going to do if Kara reveals this to be just some sort of joke.

But the way her blue eyes are piercing through Lena’s, so earnest and so warm, argues otherwise.

“So, what do you say? Wanna get married?”

“Are you serious right now?” Lena asks, still unbelieving. This is beyond crazy. They’ve fought aliens and monsters and traveled through time but this? This is just beyond crazy.

“Lena, do I look like I’m joking? And besides, you’d already offered to pay for two weddings, why not pay for our two weddings, instead?”

She shakes her head again, let’s herself fall closer to Kara, lets out a laugh against her neck.

“Mm. You want a Kryptonian ceremony too?”

“Yeah.” Kara’s voice turns shy. “If that’s alright by you.”

“Of course, that’s alright by me. I’d be honored.”

Her heart feels more than full at the thought of Kara wanting to share that part of her with Lena. She’s always had some doubts whenever the topic of Kara’s Kryptonian heritage arises, always half-afraid she’s overstepped on something that isn’t hers.

But looks like there was nothing to fear all along.

“So, we’re getting married, huh?” Kara wiggles her brows, her face breaking into a wide grin.

“Yes. Mm-hm,” Lena hums against her. “I do. I’d marry you. Let’s get married.”

“Seal it with a kiss?"

****

“Hi.”

Lena blearily opens her eyes, follows the soft voice, her bare back being caressed by the sun filtering through Kara’s curtains.

“Hi,” She whispers back. All this feels much too like a fever dream. She’s half-tempted to pinch herself just to check. She’s woken up beside Kara a million times before but she’ll never get used to the sight of soft golden hair and sleepy blue eyes.

Kara gives her a soft peck and the feel of her lips sends Lena reeling.

The previous night was a whirlwind in her mind’s eye. The moment Lena murmured her 'Yes, please.', Kara kissed her passionately. Once they broke away, Kara had zipped around the apartment, Lena too dazed to even ask what it was Kara was looking for.

She watched as Kara tore off a keychain from one of her bags, curled the keyring to fit Lena’s finger and whispered, “This’ll do. For now.”

Kara had kissed her knuckles reverently, her lips making Lena’s blood sing in her veins. The feel of mangled metal fitted just for her left hand is an imprint on her soul. A promise of more to come.

They didn’t make it out of the kitchen the first time. Kara had lifted her by the waist and set her down on the kitchen counter. Which was a good thing, because Lena couldn’t feel her legs after.

They didn’t make it to the bedroom the second time either. She had tackled Kara onto the couch, pinning her wrists together, licking at the shell of Kara’s ear. “My turn now,” Lena had whispered. The way Kara shivered underneath her was enough of a reward. How long had they been waiting for this?

Flashes of last night had her hips bucking slightly unto Kara’s leg sandwiched between her own, but before it could escalate further...

“I have exciting news to share,” Kara tells her.

“Really?”

“Mm-hmm,” Kara hums, now nosing at Lena’s hair.

“What is it?” Lena asks.

“I’m getting married.”

“Oh you are?” Lena plays along.

“Yes. I’m getting married to my best friend,” whispers Kara, almost conspiratorially. “How cool is that?”

Kara looks giddy with excitement and Lena knows she’s mirroring that exact same expression right now.

“Mm. Very cool, darling.”

Kara giggles and they trade more lazy kisses before Lena breaks away to breathe.

“Quite a coincidence though,” Lena husks out against Kara’s lips.

“Oh really? Why?” Kara asks, tries to keep a serious neutral face despite her nose scrunching up in that cute smile that Lena can’t resist

“I’m also getting married,” Lena confides, “To my best friend," she adds, eyes flashing. "Isn’t that great?”

“Very great.” Kara nods slowly, blonde hair falling into her face, a hand running through dark tresses.

“I love you,” Lena whispers, her lips brushing Kara’s softly.

“I love you, too.” Kara kisses her harder then, her hands lazily wandering along Lena’s skin.

They lie there quietly for a few moments, basking in the morning glow and then, “Alex will kill us.”

Lena snorts, twists in the sheets and says, “I think your sister is too busy planning her wedding to even think about plotting our murder.”

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#im praying we get a dansen wedding u guys #anyways yeah this is something they would totally do right?#get married on a whim #if u see a typo no u didnt #oh and also im still working on the prompts u guys sent me so there's that #thats the majority of my wips cos im one slow writer #happy supercorp sunday lovely people #supercorp ficlet of sorts #the reckless writer writes #supercorp #rcklss writes

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itjazzbicch · 2 years

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Tit For Tat

Pairing: "All Ego" Ethan Page x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader has never liked Brandi Rhodes and during Brandi's exchange with Dan Lambert, she not only takes a jab at the readers boyfriend, Ethan Page, but she also slaps him, which leads to a big brawl between The Reader and Brandi and while still being fired up after the fight, Ethan helps the reader calm that fire while also taking another jab at Brandi...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing!)

Requested by: No one (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1474

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I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

“I don’t know what you’re laughing at Ethan,” Brandi spat, trying to ignore all of the roastful truth just dished out from Dan, “Everyone knows the only reason we hired you was to get to Josh Alexander.”

That comment was a deep jab, the crowd gasping at it, just to revert to telling Brandi to shut the fuck up, which made me laugh a little, but still pissed at her for jabbing at my boyfriend, Ethan Page.

I’ve always been the protective type and when it came to Ethan? No woman was ever going to talk to my man that way. My foot was tapping the entire time I was watching Dan lay it in on Brandi and while Ethan was laughing along side him, Brandi smacked him right across the face and delivered one to Dan as well.

That was my LAST straw, standing up and ready to barge out there, stopping momentarily when Dan read Ethan’s mind, giving me my own little introduction:

“I had a feeling you might be in the fighting mood and I’m probably not the only person in this building who has slapping the shit out of you on their bucket list, so I got a better idea for you tonight.”

The crowd blew up in cheers when I started marching down the ring, the guys standing clear while Brandi waited for a fight and a fight was exactly what she was going to get. She really thought she stood a chance, but all it took was for my arms to get her legs and it was game over.

Ethan, Dan, and Scorpio were no good influence and their hype made me even more determined to beat her face in, taking her down and throwing blow after blow right to her face.

For a moment, she was able to wiggle her way up, but I killed it, spearing her into the corner and before I could go grab her by the head like I wanted to, girls from the locker room were splitting us apart.

“You talk a lot of shit for a bitch who can’t fight!” I yelled to Brandi, fury inside me wanting to continue this brawl.

“Alright! Let her go!” I heard Ethan yelling over top of all the girls, making his way through them to get me out of the ring and by his side.

I hopped out of the ring still frustrated, eyes locked on Brandi still, Ethan being the only one to divert my attention by wrapping his arm around me on the ramp.

“You alright, baby?” I wondered, stroking his cheek right where he was slapped.

“I am doing great!” He smiled, kissing me softly, both of us smirking almost evilly while Brandi watched us from the ring.

The longer I stared at her, the more I grew tempted to run down there and beat her ass, turning my head and growling, “Stupid bitch!”

“Hey baby, wait,” Ethan insisted while I stormed off, heading into the back:

“I’m sorry but if I stay out there a second longer, I’m gonna kill her.”

Ethan quickly took my hand, pulling me somewhere close but private to calm me down, holding my face softly.

“I know that you never liked her and that when she slapped me, it set you off. But first, she hits like a baby and you just fucked her up,” He tried calming me down, laughing through a bit of his last comment, going to speak but I interrupted:

“There’s no buts. No woman will ever put their hands on you and get away with it. I am still very tempted to go beat her ass some more.”

With my blood still pumping like it was, he knew it was going to take more than words to calm me down, arousing my curiosity when he took my hand, leading:

“Sadly you can’t go fight her, but I do know something else we can do to get at her.”

“Oh yeah?” I smirked, eyes meeting that gorgeous smile that mischievous:

“Oh yeah. Follow me.”

Ethan took the lead, going down a few halls and that’s when I realized we were heading toward offices, paying close attention when he pulled out his phone, making a phone call.

“Hey Sky, you still with Dan?” He listened, asking, “You have eyes?”

I knew he was up to no good with the way his was laughing, “Perfect! Buy me some time. I won’t be too long.”

“Ethan, what are you doing?” I needed to know, finding the answer when he stopped at a particular door, the sign next to it reading:

Chief Brand Officer

Brandi Rhodes

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” I laughed, Ethan hurrying to open the door and throw me inside, locking the door and putting a chair up against it.

I couldn’t stop laughing, kind of disappointed that I didn’t think of this first, quickly being silenced with a kiss, tongues dancing, being guided back to the desk that Ethan quickly wrecked, throwing everything off of it, placing down his sunglasses and growling:

“You better get out of these tights so I can tear up this ass. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Moving as fast as possible, I kicked off my shoes, slipping off my tights and panties then grabbed him by his belt, feeling his hard cock against his jeans, purring in my kiss:

“You’re gonna tear it up, huh?”

“Just like I always do,” He snickered, unbuckling his belt and pants, sending me up in giggles when he threw my legs up in the air, back smacking the desk.

“Tear it up then baby,” I smiled, easing into a hum, “Oooh, Ethan.”

“Never takes much for me to work you up,” He smiled proudly, tip of his cock easing into me, then the rest of his length slamming in with a single thrust.

“Never,” I shook, biting my lip just for Ethan to slam a salacious moan out of me.

“You scared to be loud?” His eyebrow cocked, hands squishing my thighs hard, barely pulling his hips back, cock hitting so deep and hard, having to add to it with his thumb circling my clit in temp.

My back arched off the desk with a jerk off my hips, his thumb moving faster just to see me squirm and whine, “You make it impossible to not be loud, Ethan.”

“I just fuck you that good, huh?” He grunted, pulling back and slamming his hips into mine, hitting every sweet spot and about ruining my insides, making me loose control.

“Always,” I gasped, jolting nerves making me sit up, “Come here, baby. Please.”

Still thrusting his hips and growing hot, he threw off his shirt, putting my arms around my neck, scooting my lower half a little closer to the edge, to move like a jackhammer.

His chain was so cool against our steaming skin, nails scratching at his back helplessly, holding on for dear life, hearing his mischievous laugh pass my ear with a pant, nibbling on my ear:

“I can tell by how you’re squeezing me. You better make a fucking mess.”

Even in hands off place like Brandi’s office, I gave into all of my deepest thoughts and got lost, purring like a devil on his shoulder:

“When you’re fucking me this good, I’m gonna squeeze you and I’m soooo gonna make a mess, Ethan ahh fuck!”

“You’re so damn tight,” He grunted with a hard thrust, maintaining a quick tempo, not losing power once, kissing me hard, biting my lip and commanding, “Now, make a fucking mess.”

“I am!” I cried, holding his shoulders and leaning back with my head snapping back, hips jerking so hard even when he pushed my thighs down to the desk, keeping me still and looking down to watch his cock fuck me through my gushing orgasm, “Oh my god, Ethan! Aaah oh my god!”

I collapsed completely with one last thrust that hit me in my stomach, eyes shut tight and watching the stars behind my eyelids, faint moans and whines breathing out of me.

“Feeling better now, baby?” He panted, rubbing my sides softly for comfort.

“I am on cloud like 99 right now,” I giggled, being pulled up into a sweet embrace and kiss:

“Good. Now, we have to get out of here.”

“I’m going to need your help walking,” I made us laugh, Ethan being a sweetie like he always was and helping me.

Our fun didn’t even end there, Ethan grabbing his shirt and sunglasses, then basically throwing the chair at the wall so we could get to the door, laughing:

“Oops!”

I laughed right along, kissing before we left, “I love you.”

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