#this... this is some peak best friends antics right here
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PWG 200, March 1st 2019
Best Friends vs Aussie Open
#chuck taylor#trent beretta#best friends#kyle fletcher#mark davis#aussie open#postzon#video#this... this is some peak best friends antics right here
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WARM GLOW
a/n: i wrote this quickly because the idea was sweet and soft. also i am just obsessed with the idea of waking up with your lover. so i'll probably write it a million times. in my head this takes place in jackson, when joel is finally at peace.
dedicated to: @sunflowersteves happy birthday babes!! you are an amazing person who i am so lucky to have found in this hellsite. you are the best enabler a girl could ask for, an even greater friend, and i hope your birthday is amazing!! love you babes.🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
summary: his love felt as warm as the afternoon sun.
word count: 481
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, fluff, romance, joel being soft, mentions of p in v sex.
The afternoon sun filling your bedroom was an experience you tried your best to never leave. Staying huddled beneath the warm blankets, your body intertwined with him. It made you smile just thinking about it. About him and his tender touch. His southern drawl that made butterflies explode throughout your entire body. A sensation that you would never get with someone else.
You sighed, feeling his hand slip lower along your side. The callouses caught against your nipple as his other hand went up. Until he was cupping the weight of your breast in his palm, his lips pressing right over your heart. Joel seemed to always have a fascination for your body. Willing to study it like this for hours at a time. Never feeling the need to take it further.
“Good morning,” you smiled, hand falling to rake through his unruly hair. You noticed the darkening blemishes along his neck, trailing down his chest. Last night’s antics looked too good on him; you found that you couldn’t look away yourself.
“Mm,” he hummed, bending down slightly to take your peaked nipple into his mouth. Drawing a soft moan from you. “Mornin’.”
“Ah.” Your nails dug into his shoulder. “Keep doing that and we—oh—we won’t make it out of bed.”
Joel smiled, his eyes meeting yours as his lips trailing along your chin, moving to lay entirely over your body. “That’s the point honey.”
As tempting as he sounded, you could feel a slight rumble in your stomach, your body demanding breakfast. “I was thinking we could make pancakes,” you said, catching his attention. “With some coffee. And then…come back here?”
“I like the sound of that,” he said softly.
“Then we should get up.”
The smirk on his face told you otherwise. “Or,” he breathed, his lips catching yours in a kiss, his tongue sliding along yours and stealing your breath away.
He drew your leg up over his hip, taking a very familiar position that usually occurred at a time like this. Something about the afternoon sun made Joel less eager to get out of bed. He smiled against your lips, swallowing down your moans as he pressed his cock into you slowly. The drag of him against your walls nearly made you dizzy, your hand twisting into his hair to keep a hold of something while he dragged you to the edge of heaven and back.
“Joel,” you gasped, feeling so full you could barely take a full breath.
He felt his cock twitch at the sight of your glazed eyes, your mouth parted in bliss. “We could do this,” he mumbled, setting your entire body ablaze.
You had to admit…his choice was a whole lot better than getting up from your small world you shared with him. Eventually the sun would disappear, life would be set back on course, but that was then. This was now.
#joel miller x f!reader#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller x y/n#joel miller#joel miller smut#joel miller drabble#the last of us#my writing
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Hello, are your requests open? I would like to request modern Aemondxreader if it's possible, please?? 😸
She is Aegon's bestie and he drags her to some big party and of course he disappears after a while leaving her there alone.
The only person she recognizes in the crowd is Aegon's younger brother Aemond, who she always found really boring and annoying 😼 But he will show her he is not boring at all especially when he is dressed in all black and looks sexy as hell 😼😼
I've Got my Eye on you || Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader
Pairing: Platonic!Aegon x reader, Romantic!Aemond x reader
Summary: Something tells you that he's not the man he was.
Warnings: Horny activities, best friends brother trope, grinding, heavy insinuations
You don't know why you even let Aegon drag you to this party. You're dressed clad in a red bodycon dress that hugged all of your curves just right, maximising your assets.
It only took Aegon minutes to see someone who wants his attention, leaving you behind in a room full of people you do not know. You scan the crowd, and your eyes catch onto Aegons little brother.
The last time you saw Aemond, he was a nerd who stuck to his books, being silent most of the time. Now, here he is, infront of you, in a tight black shirt that accentuated his biceps, and gave a sneak peak of the muscles under his shirt. Your mouth watered at the sight, and he caught your eyes.
Aemond smiles at you, and your stomach tightens. He beckons you over with two fingers, and your mind wanders.
What would those fingers feel like deep inside of m- You stop yourself. Thats Aegons little brother. You remind yourself, and approach him.
"You, are looking stunning tonight." He says once you're in earshot,
"And you've certainly grown up," You reply, even though you're actually younger than him.
"Why are you here alone?" Aemond asks, and you shrug.
"I was with Aegon, but now he's disappeared somewhere." You say with a bit of a sour look on your face.
"As Aegon does, I'll look after you, love." He says in that sweet voice, that made you feel like putty. You nod rapidly,
"You're the only one I know here." You say again, sounding the slightest bit nervous.
"Would you feel more comfortable going upstairs, then?" Aemond offers,
"Yes please." You breathe out, and follow him up the stairs, bringing you into the guest room of this strangers house.
"Why did Aegon bring you if you knew no one?" Aemond asks once youre both situated,
"He wants to get me laid," You snicker, and Aemond laughs.
"Why does he want that?" Aemond questions, shaking his head at Aegons antics.
"Haven't been for a while, he wants to shut up my questions." You explain, a tad embarrassed.
Aemond laughs, using it as an excuse to put his hand on your knee.
"And hows that working out for you?" He speaks in a teasing voice,
"Not very well," You groan, and Aemonds hand begins its way up from your knee to your lower thigh, and your core throbs with desperation.
"I uh, I think I can help with that little one," Aemond looks at you, eyes blown with lust and his hand ventures to your upper inner thigh.
"I think I'd like that," You say, and heatedly kiss him, and his strong hands cup your ass, moving you to be on his lap, which you begin grinding.
You pull away,
"Yeah, I'd like that." You say with a laugh, feeling his hardening cock beneath you made you insatiable, connecting your lips with his again.
#house of the dragon imagines#house of the dragon#aemond targaryen imagine#house of the dragon smut#aemond smut#aemond x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen imagines
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dk + dancing in the kitchen
'the option of just ordering something is still on the table, by the way.'
you glare at your boyfriend, who only smiles sheepishly back. 'seokmin, tiramisu is one of the easiest desserts, i'm sure we can handle making one by ourselves. besides, it needs to rest for the whole night in the fridge, so it's perfect for tomorrow's party.'
'why the recipe is so long if it's easy to make?' he asks, making a very valid point, but you don't say that out loud. 'and that's a whole lot of mascarpone, if you ask me.'
with a huff, you turn around, crossing your hands over your chest. 'are we making a dessert for our friends or are we not, lee seokmin?'
he immediately straightens up, saluting you with a serious face, but his eyes are twinkling with mischief. 'we are, m'lady.'
you shake your head at his antics, smiling. cooking is not your forte and not seokmin's as well, but making something together counts for a good quality time spent and you both enjoy it. seokmin always manages to make atmosphere lighter and right now he fiddles with his phone, picking a right song to fit the mood, humming to himself. 'i'm about to whip the egg whites, nothing will be heard anyway.' you warn him and he pouts. 'go and prepare the coffee, you pouty baby.'
seokmin smiles and walks past you, dropping a kiss on your forehead. 'your pouty baby,' he says smugly and walks to the coffee machine. 'are we adding alcohol in it or not?' before you can open your mouth and reply he follows up with: 'let's add, let's make everyone drunk off our dessert.'
you cackle at this. gathering all your friends together in your shared home became a tradition, one which seok and you treasured and tried not to break. it can get too much at times, but the fact that everyone loves coming to your house cause 'it's the coziest place, you and seokmin make it so welcoming' makes your heart sing; the best part about your home is how it really feels like home and you don't even know how you both did it. maybe it's about seok's and your things mixed together, little parts of you and him scattered all over the place; or maybe 'it's because you can feel the love of you two, you know? like, it's everywhere here, it's in the air. i come in here and i feel it' as your friends say. you smile at these thoughts, feeling almost giddy inside, whipping the egg whites till they become stiff peaks. you can hear your boyfriend shuffling in the background but you pay him no mind until you hear familiar tune.
i see the crystal raindrops fall and the beauty of it all,
is when the sun comes shining through
you smile, feeling two strong arms wrap around your waist. 'i am cooking,' you mumble, when seokmin nuzzles into your neck.
'and i want to dance with my girlfriend,' he whispers and turns you around. 'tiramisu can wait. come here.' he pulls you away from the counter and moves to the middle, gently swaying you two back and forth. 'when i think of you sometime and i wanna spend some time with you,' he sings to you, smiling brightly as you give in, wrapping your arms around his neck. 'sing with me.'
you used to be very shy because nothing can compare to the beauty of seokmin's voice but with time you learned how he honestly enjoys when you sing along with him and it's hard to say 'no', when he's looking at you like that. like you hold the meaning of this world, like you are the meaning of this world for him, like even if he tries to he won't be able to look away. he always looks at you like that, like you are love and you are sun, which is ridiculous because he is love and he is sun. his fingers on your back sneak under your t-shirt to caress naked skin and you shiver, stepping closer, quietly singing: 'just the two us, building castles in the sky, just the two of us..'
'you and i,' he sings back, fully embracing you now.
he tucks his head down, plastering you both together so you are not as much as dancing but more just shuffling from side to side. it may look uncomfortable but you bask in his warmth, in his scent and it's perfect. he continues humming the song into your ear and caress your back as you grip him tighter. in moments like that you want to freeze the time and make them last forever; seokmin seems to share the same sentiment, placing a kiss on your head.
just the two of us, we can make it if we try, just the two of us
you continue to stay pressed together even when the song is over and you sigh contently, pressing a kiss on his chin. seokmin smiles and looks down on you, eyes crinkling with happiness. he leans in, kisses you with all the care in the world and then presses one quick kiss on the tip of your nose as well.
'let's get back to cooking?' you ask, slowly pulling away.
'if you promise one more dance break.' you nod at this and he smiles brightly. 'then yes, back to our tiramisu.' he lets you go and steps to check if coffee cooled down. there's a spring in his step, he's giddy from this little dance and he frankly can't wait for more, not very interested in the cooking. he eyes a huge pack of cheese next to him and adds: 'have i said that i think that's a whole lot of mascarpone?'
a/n: it's obviously 'just the two of us' song but in this rendition and oh how perfect it is for dancing in the kitchen with seok 🥰 hope your halloween went well, have some fluffy dk! more fluff can be found here - nini
tag list: @pearlygraysky @woozionascooter @smalliechelle @jaetaimjadore @yeow6n (let me know if you want to be added!)
#seokmin fluff#seventeen seokmin#seokmin x reader#dk fluff#seventeen au#lee seokmin#seventeen fluff#seventeen imagine#seventeen reaction#svt#svt seokmin#svt dokyeom#svt dk#you think you guys finished that tiramisu? lol no you probably started dancing and forgot about soaking ladyfingers#they turned into mush and everything was ruined and you had to order the dessert anyway#but you danced more and that's what matters#seokkie is such a perfect candidate for the 'dancing in the kitchen' prompt#hope you will read this and listen to the song and will feel the fluffff
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—𝐚 ’𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥’ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛: 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬
robert ‘bob’ floyd x f!reader (specifically dad!bob x f!reader)
wc: 827
warning(s): fem!reader, kids, one mention of bad home life
part of the ‘fall’ series
a/n: been thinking about these two lately and missed writing for them so here’s a self indulgent little thing i wrote after some not so great family functions these past few days.
Then: Age 10
Your cheeks, still sticky with dried tears, glistened in the glow of the fireplace. Your parents had yet another argument that left you in tears. Mr. Floyd was kind enough to pick you up from your house after overhearing your phone call with Bob. Once you got there, he had told you to stay put and you were beginning to grow impatient.
If it weren’t for Amanda being put down for her nap, you would’ve already stormed upstairs to ask what was taking him so long.
The pattering of Bob’s footsteps put on high alert as he waddled down the stairs. You could only see the top of his head over the stack of blankets and your brows quirk curiously.
Bob drops the stack messily at your feet with a toothy grin on his face. “Help me get the chairs in the dining room.”
“What? Why?” He had already walked off before the questions fell from your lips. “Bobby?” You whisper into the dimly lit dining room as you follow him.
“We’re making a blanket fort,” he lets out excitedly.
That pulls a smile to your face. You’ve never built a fort before but you have seen pictures in your Highlights magazine. You help Bob bring the chairs to the living room as quietly as possible, giggling every now and then when they would make a sound against the hardwood.
“Now what?” You ask with your hands on your hips.
Bob puts the chairs in formation as he directs you where to drape the blankets. When the fort is finally put together, you throw yourselves under the canopy. Soft giggles fill the night air as you and Bob lay on your backs in the fort, smiling ear to ear as you pretend to be pirates out at sea.
“Does it even snow out in the ocean?” You turn to Bob with a frown.
He rolls his eyes. “Just pretend, Brandy. It’s Christmas.”
“Alright, alright. Sorry,” you apologize half heartedly. Though the smile on your face lingers at your best friend’s antics.
Eventually, the night of make believe wears you down and you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep.
“Brandy?” Bob’s groggy voice rings out.
You hum from where you lay on your side.
“Can we do this every year?”
“We can do this forever,” you wistfully sigh.
The two of you drift into a restful sleep then, filled with dreams of forever blanket forts and pirate ships.
Now:
“Okay, now get that corner and drape it over the other side of the chair. There we go. And secure it with your clip.” Bob instructs Tommy while you and Delilah fluff the pillows in the fort.
You collapse with an overly dramatic sigh and your daughter follows your lead.
Bob peaks his head from around the corner with an amused quirk of his lips.
“What are the two of you sighing about in there?”
You scrunch your nose with a grin as Delilah gives you a mischievous smile.
“Daddy we’re so tired!” She drawls with a hand over her forehead.
“Yeah, honey, you put us hard at work down here!” You mimic Delilah’s motions and she hides her giggles behind her hand.
“You’re tired? Daddy and I did all the work!” Tommy pouts, coming around the other side of his father. “Right dad?”
“That’s right, buddy.” Bob proudly grins at his son.
The two disappear to give the fort one last look over while Delilah moves to snuggle in your lap. “Mommy, tell me the story of how you met daddy.”
“Again?” You look down at your little girl with a small smile. She loved that story just as much as you did. Delilah absolutely idolized her father and loved hearing about what he was like before her and Tommy were born. “Oh, alright…”
“Wait for us!” Tommy exclaims, running into the fort to sit beside Delilah.
Bob follows suit, throwing himself across your laps. The two kids giggle at their father’s antics, while you playfully roll your eyes. Your hands immediately go to his hair that has grown out since his last deployment. He purrs into your touch making the kids laugh again.
“Daddy and I met when we were little kids. Not as little as you guys. We were maybe just a bit older.”
Two hours pass of you and Bob sharing stories from your childhood that make your children laugh until their stomachs hurt. Eventually, the two pass out from the excitement of the night and you and Bob tuck them into their makeshift beds.
You stand at the entrance of the fort, watching as Bob places one last kiss on Delilah’s forehead. He looks at you with a soft smile on his face before coming over and wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing his lips against the crown of your head.
“I told you we’d be doing this forever,” you whisper into the crook of his neck.
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#robert bob floyd#bob floyd x reader#robert floyd x reader#bob floyd x f!reader#robert floyd x f!reader#bob floyd x you#bob floyd x y/n#robert floyd x you#robert floyd x y/n#bob x brandy 🍂#—through the seasons
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Do you ever like someone else’s fanfiction so much, it makes you want to borrow the premise and write your own gender flipped version? I feel that way about a lot of ganymede_elegy/@cellsshapedlikestars’s fics. Here’s a little thing I jotted down after reading a fairytale ending. I’m not sure when, if ever, I’ll get around to continuing it. But, here, let me share it with you so its lack of ending can torture you the way it tortures me. 😘
The digital flyer was sent as a text, no further explanation included. Jon’s eyes flickered over the drawing — a woman with dark red hair and big blue eyes — then down to the cursive words below it. They spelled out a plea. It seemed the real life version of this woman was looking for a wedding date who was willing to pretend to be her boyfriend.
Some PDA required, the flyer said. Specifics to be negotiated ahead of time. And then came the list of warnings.
- The groom is my ex-boyfriend and his mother is the actual devil.
- Other guests will include my crazy aunt and her creepy boyfriend.
- It’s a destination wedding, so expect a 4-5 day time commitment.
The very last section of the flyer said the woman would pay for all expenses and, If interested, contact the mutual friend who sent you this for further instructions.
Jon double checked who that mutual friend was, half wondering if the flyer had found its way to him by mistake. But, no. Gilly had texted him, his screen told him. His best friend’s girlfriend. And she’d never texted him by mistake before, so —
Curiosity peaked, Jon tossed aside the book he’d been reading and fired off a reply.
Jon: Is this a joke? Some funny thing you stumbled across online?
Instead of texting back, Gilly called right away. Speaking over the noise of the hair salon where she worked, she said, “I’ve got like, three minutes until my next appointment, so don’t interrupt, okay?”
Jon kept quiet.
“Okay?” Gilly repeated. “Wait? Are you there?”
“That was me not interrupting,” Jon said.
“Oh, gods. Okay, so her name is Sansa and she’s gorgeous and really, really nice, and she moved back to Winterfell about a year ago after living far away for like, I don’t know, seven or eight years maybe? She said she went to the private school here in town. What’s it called again? No, don’t answer that. Time crunch and all that. Anyway, the point is that you went to different schools so you don’t know each other, but you might know her brother? Wren Stark?”
“You mean Robb Stark?”
Jon had been a loner throughout most of his school years, but as a junior he’d let his favorite teacher, Mr. Rodrick, who was also the wrestling coach, talk him into joining an organized sport for the first time ever. Robb had been a senior and the team’s captain. Nice enough guy. Helped Jon feel included throughout the season without treating him like a totally charity case. They remained Facebook friends all these years later, though they never interacted.
“Yeah, I don’t know. Maybe it was Robb,” Gilly answered. “Anyway, Sansa thought about making a profile on a dating app or whatever, but she was worried she’d attract some real weirdos. So she made that flyer instead and asked a few of her friends to share it — discreetly — with a few of their friends. And now, if you’re interested, I’m supposed to give her your number. And I very much want you to be interested, by the way, because you need to start dating again. Think of this as, like, a practice round or something. Oh, and you need a vacation too. Desperately. When was the last time you left the North?”
“Uh… never?” Jon replied, trying not to laugh. This was ridiculous. Why did Gilly always think she could boss him around? Just because Sam let her get away with such antics didn’t mean he had to, right?
“So I should give Sansa your number?” she asked.
“You know her from the salon?”
“Yeah. Did I not say that already? She has perfect hair, so all we ever do is trim it. But she always tips me really well.”
Gilly let that comment simmer, and Jon, of course, understood why. Ever since he inherited a life-changing amount of money from his dad, he’d been weary of getting involved with a woman of little means. That made him feel like an asshole, but, hey, feeling like an asshole was better than having to wonder if the woman in question only liked him because of the size of his bank account.
“I think she might be rich,” Gilly added after several beats of silence, like maybe she thought Jon was too dense to make the connection.
“Yeah, but how rich?” he asked. Because he’d also been weary of getting involved with women who grew up in affluent families. He hadn’t grown up in one himself — his dad had been a distant figure in his life — and he knew he would never fit in in that world.
What did he remember about the Starks? His mind raced in that direction before his question could be answered. Robb had worn nice clothes and driven an SUV that looked too expensive for a teenager to afford on their own. But if his parents were super rich, why hadn’t they sent all of their children to private school like Sansa?
Wait, why had she not gone to Winterfell High? Why was she the exception to the rule within her family? Jon had more questions.
“I’m hesitant to tell you everything I know,” Gilly said. “You have a tendency to draw too many conclusions from too little information. Incorrect conclusions, usually, I should remind you.”
Jon scoffed. He wasn’t sure he agreed with that assessment, but whatever. He’d let it slide. “What’s this Sansa character do for a living?” he asked.
Gilly squealed. “That means you’re considering it. I can tell. I’m so excited.”
“What? No. I never said that.”
“You didn’t have to. I can read you like a book.”
Jon hesitated before admitting, in his own special way, that Gilly had the right of it. “I liked the part where she called her ex-boyfriend’s mom the actual devil. That amused me.” He took a beat to rub his hand over the back of his neck. “And it’s not as if I have anything better to do with my time,” he added.
Too often lately, he’d been home, by himself, doing nothing. He was going stir crazy. He needed a change. A new person to meet. A new city to see. Something. Anything.
“Oh, gods. Okay. This is thrilling,” Gilly said. “But my one o’clock just walked in, so I gotta go. I’ll send Sansa your number and tell her how wonderful you are. And then hopefully she’ll text you tonight. Don’t be weird if she does, okay? Promise me.”
“I’m never weird, Gil.”
She cackled, a weird way of expressing disagreement. “You’re frequently weird,” she said, “especially around girls. But I really do have to go now, okay? I’ll text her, she’ll text you. It’ll be great.”
“Uh huh.”
“Uh huh,” Gilly echoed teasingly. “Sam and I love you. Ba-bye.”
She hung up the phone, and Jon returned his attention to the flyer in their text history. The thing looked like it could have been professionally made. Maybe Sansa worked in graphic design or marketing or something? Was that a lucrative industry?
Jon wouldn’t know. He’d spent most of adulthood working at sporting goods stores, taking advantage of their employee discounts in order to outfit long backpacking trips around the North. He quit only recently, about four months after receiving his inheritance. Now he was unemployed, trying to figure out what he wanted to do with himself and the money that had opened up his options.
Start his own business, maybe? But what kind of business, he had no idea.
The screen on Jon’s phone turned black, catching his attention and drawing his thoughts back to the flyer he’d been studying. Rather than guess at Sansa’s career, he sent Gilly another text, wondering if she'd have time after her current appointment to reply to him.
Jon: What’s Sansa do for a living?
An hour passed without reply. With his patience dwindling, he realized he had other methods of research at his disposal. He logged on to Facebook, found Robb Stark, then searched his friends list for Sansa. Nothing. She either didn’t have a profile, or she had those extra security measures in place which prevented her from appearing in his search.
Another twenty minutes passed and then, finally, Gilly sent him a text. This one was an embedded YouTube video, no further explanation included. Jon clicked play.
He watched a door swing open to reveal a woman — not a drawing — with dark red hair and big blue eyes. “Hey, everybody,” she said. “Welcome back to my channel. Or, if you’re new here, welcome for the first time. I’m Sansa, and —”
She paused to grin. It was a big, toothy thing Jon found he liked despite his reluctance to like anything to do with a YouTube star.
“And today’s the big day,” she continued. “I’m so excited to walk you through the final reveal of our co-working space. Come on in.” She turned over her shoulder, beckoning the camera to follow her. She took a few steps forward, and then the video faded to a white, ever so briefly, before bubbly music and an animated introduction — similar style of the flyer — took over the screen.
Jon watched all fifteen minutes of the interior design tour video without interruption, despite Sansa’s suggestion that he first go back and watch the other four in the so-called Headquarters Series. By the end of it, he’d learned that her YouTube channel focused on “rental -friendly interior designs and DIY projects on a budget.”
Okay, that was sort of cool, he had to admit. He wasn’t the target audience, but he could appreciate it.
And even better than that? By the end of the video, Jon had also learned that nearly four years ago, Sansa was let go from her dream job at a lifestyle magazine, which was “devastating at the time,” but, ultimately, put her on the path to where she was now — the leader of her own company, where she worked with five of her “most favorite people of all time.”
Sansa made that happen for herself. And as far as Jon could tell, she hadn’t needed inherited money to do it. Maybe he could learn a thing or two from her.
Anyway, yeah, she had a decent amount of money, it seemed. New money, like him. And Gilly was right, she was gorgeous. So even though he would have said no sixteen minutes ago, had anyone asked if he thought he could like a YouTuber who decorated in pastel color schemes, he was intrigued.
What was the story behind Sansa, her ex-boyfriend, and his devilish mother? What made her aunt so crazy and her aunt’s boyfriend so creepy? What was the destination of this destination wedding? Jon hoped he would soon find out.
#jonsa#jon x sansa#jonsa fanfiction#chapter 1#will there ever be a chapter 2?#who knows#only on tumblr#no title#sorry had to get it out of my system#thanks for humoring me#cute idea#cuz i snatched it from one of my favs#but don't know quite where i'd go from here
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Hello there! At this point your inbox feels like home, I should start decorating it Imao. Any suggestions? Btw did you see the transformer au meme just asking for a friend.. talking about friends, mine are trying to get me to expose myself, those traitors
When I posted all those drabbles (3, how can there be 3 already?! over on a03. (haha 3), I noticed I haven't written Ale and Phil fluff yet. How did I miss that? I decided to rectify this grave(s) mistake and ended up with this little bird, enjoy! And yes, I've apparently eaten a clown for breakfast the way I crack jokes like it's the end of the world (more evidence being the previously mentioned transformers au, I‘m glad you think it’s as amusing as I do lmao)
The sheets were warm and cozy, the sun barely peaking through the curtains. Phillip groaned in annoyance as he felt the bed shift next to him and struggled to lift his arm towards his partner, trying to get him to settle again. It was way too early to wake up on one of their rare free days; he didn’t even have to look at the clock to know that. Ale gently took his hand and brought it up to his face, kissing it and sounding so soothing when he whispered softly for Phil to go back to sleep.
It took all of the American‘s willpower to crack his eyes open and squint up at his partner. Even in the dim lighting of their bedroom, Phillip was able to make out Alejandro‘s perfectly fluffy hair and reassuring smile as he sat at the edge of the bed, clearly intent on leaving it, leaving Phillip. He frowned and gripped the Mexican‘s hand in return. He couldn’t leave that way, obviously; at least that’s what his still half asleep mind was convinced of. His thoughts got derailed when Ale softly laughed at his antics. "You’re so cute when you’re grumpy. C‘mon, I want to go make breakfast. Can you please let me go?" Phillip hummed a negative. If Alejandro left the bed, it would get cold… but breakfast sounded amazing right now, he could admit that.
His partner ran a hand through his messy bedhead, making Phil‘s head go hazy again, barely staying conscious with how comfortable he was and how good it felt to have Ale petting his hair. Said man took the opportunity to gently extract the other, previously in captivity held hand and placed a soft peck on his cheek before standing up.
"I will be back soon, mi armor, go back to sleep", he whispered to him while righting the blanket so no warmth could escape from under it and Phillip did just that, returning to his well deserved rest.
About half an hour later, Alejandro would walk in with breakfast balancing precariously on a tray and softly wake up Phillip. They‘d eat it together in bed, planning their day to themselves, Ale making fun of Phil‘s hair, causing him to get kissed simply to make him shut up.
idk hon it is your home so any decorations are welcome. if my opinion is of any value you're already the best thing this place has but by all means go wild
yes i saw the meme had a good chuckle thank you. hope you saw the follow-up drawing i made. tell your friends i said hi
i live for your drabbles at this point honestly. and omg they're so soft here 😭😭😭 like i love some good angst and they're perfect for it because drama but i just NEED them to be soft and happy and caring sometimes. sleepy graves being clingy 😭 yes sir keep your human heater close how dare he try to leave
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anyway i was reading nene & ruis cards from this event ('only now?' yes.<3) but emus voice line at 34:48 always makes me ssooo emotional.......like the way its performed....the 'dakara'.....i tear up every time<//3 (tbh her entire part starting from 34:18...) also how they dont use the Actual happy face expressions for her, so its so clear that shes faking it. ough. something something about the times emu shoulders stuff herself (but also this is about the park and her brothers...also another line she has about not being sure if it was okay for her to try to keep her promise with her grandpa....
ANYWAY THATSB NOT THE POIINT HERE THE POINT WAS their card stories<3
first of all ichika lending nene an ear cuz she notices nene seems down...nene knowing she goes to the same school as emu & doesnt want to worry her, proceeds to go "uhhh someone i know has a friend.." to which ichika ALSO ends up going "my- no, someone i know..." T_TLOL i like nene & ichika a lot and seeing 1) nene talk about emu and how she does it 2) opening up to ichika about it......well "opening up" LOL
Nene: (She always says or does weird stuff, and gets everyone mixed into her antics... But I've enjoyed every minute of it so far... I want Emu to keep doing outrageous things with Tsukasa. I want her to keep concocting crazy ideas with Rui. And... I... I want her to laugh and smile like always...)
the expression the choose for this was unreal btw. so tender. her lil smile...
also rui knowing emu only knows 2 places in their school. nenes classroom and tsukasas classroom (rui's next to it). skull emoji
AS FOR RUIS...the way he immediately goes to the mascot(emus bodyguard) AKDJADBKJ HE RLY GOES STRAIGHT FOR THE PROBLEMSOLVING. they dont tell him anything but
Rui: In truth, I am incredibly thankful for Emu. Her determination to save the Wonder Stage and her will to not give up allowed me to meet the wonderful people I am with now. And we're able to put on shows that deliver smiles to countless people.
Rui: I... No, we, as WonderlandsxShowtime, want to keep putting on the best shows possible, together. Which is why if anything that would rob us of that opportunity were to arise, I will refuse to simply let it happen. And I will not let my friends be openly insulted either. Even if it's Emu's family we're dealing with.
unreal things to say knowing the current arc btw.
emu then proceeds to chase tsukasa with a caterpillar cuz "lets find out what kind of butterfly it turns into". tsukasa runs to nene. nene gets roped into it (does not want the bug near her either). rui just laughs. peak
Tsukasa: It looks like she's back to her usual self, but doesn't something still seem a little off...? I feel like she hasn't been adding Yahohoy! or Zoom! or any other nonsensical words to her sentences lately...
Rui: Ah, I see... Some time did pass before we heard her trademark Wonderhoy! again as well.
Tsukasa: Exactly. The last time she said that was... When we all put our hands together and shouted that on stage, right?
Nene: Now that you mention it, she always said stuff like that every day...
Rui: Yes... Well, this is just me speculating but... She has a tendency to emote using her unique vocabulary when she feels absolutely compelled to do so...
Tsukasa: Hm? Wait, that means she...
Rui: Hasn't been able to feel that way lately. She may be choosing her words more carefully than normal.
-> they then put on a special show for her that essentially just bullies tsukasa and she starts saying nonsense again but ughhhT_T this group... when she says wonderhoy again nene & rui comments on it too... but in general things i will think about for the next ten years
#stardust speaking !#video. emu#post. emu#the en channel needs to upload the events faster. jp upload will have to do for now#i have nothing additional to say im just. ough this event as a whole.................................
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Current Tag Game
Tagged by @twig-tea
Current Time: 20:33
Current activity: winding down, tumblr
Currently thinking about: whether to try and catch up on more shows, work on subs, or actually spend time with people in brickspace.
Current favourite song: idk about favourite, but แน่ใจไหม (Are you sure) by Nont Tanont is once again living in my head rent-free.
Currently reading: [redacted] for beta work, also re-reading several older favourites from CQL/MDZS fandom and Bad Buddy. Also a lot of [also redacted] stuff for work.
Currently watching: suddenly a lot of Japanese shows? most of which are ending this week or next, alas. As @twig-tea said: lol here we go (in no particular order but semi-ranked in terms of how much space they are taking up in my brain?):
Won't get through to you (kiminai): I just watched the first episode because I wanted to see what that one new Japanese show was. Next thing I knew, I was first cleaning up terrible machine-translated subs, then (as of ep 4) translating from scratch. The show … it's nothing special, but it hits a LOT of right notes for me – I love the main characters, but also the supporting cast. All of them.
If it's with you (narakoi): cute, easy to watch, I love Ryuuji and the overall family dynamics and respect Amane's directness a lot. I also love the setting of this one.
One Room Angel: love the banter and Kouki's done-with-everything deadpan.
What Did You Eat Yesterday? (nanitabe): incredibly comforting to watch still. I do have moments of second-hand embarrassment with the occasional comedy scene, but overall, this is just peak. Food, grown adult protagonists, slice of life -- what's not to love?
I'm slightly (or extremely) behind on these shows, but consider them "currently watching" as they're not purposely on hold (Japanese is just easier on the brain atm):
I feel you linger in the air (currently 2 eps behind)
Love in Translation (1 ep behind)
Only Friends (…6? 7? eps behind)
Current favourite character: probably Kiminai's Hosaka Yui. He's SO DONE with his classmates' antics and still tries to be supportive to the best of his ability, but he'd never admit it. King behaviour.
Current WIP: subs for kiminai ep 7, tons of work stuff, some bits and bobs.
Tags: @galauvant, @phneltwrites, @aplethoras, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @airenyah
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day 4 - charm
1k words || minaiph x cadrien (belongs to @lavampira)
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The afternoon sun beams down just a little warmer than usual.
It’s not enough to chase away the chill that carries in with the breeze, but it’s a clear day—the light a soft echo on the sea of mountains, standing rocky and white peaked in the distance. It’s a sight Min’s grown used to after living on Alderaan for years. He’s far away from the young man who dragged his best friend here, desire burning through every beat of his heart, but he’s not all that different.
There’s an outdoor market in Juranno, where Min’s determined to find kebroot seeds. As the spring wanes, it’s just about the right time to begin planting. It’s a hobby he picked up very shortly after he and Cadrien moved here, something satisfying about watching his garden grow, planning for the future and seeing it arrive.
And there’s something about that—building a life together.
It doesn’t take him long to find the seeds, purchasing them from a Twi’lek who does a fair job at hiding the wariness in their eyes. He smiles as he takes the little cloth bag from them, bowing his head slightly before he turns away from the stall. He scans the market for Cadrien, eyes roving over all kinds of little shops selling homemade cakes and sweets, candles that he’s far too tempted to buy, and one full of little tins of loose leaf teas, which is where he thought he’d find his husband.
Instead he spots Cadrien at a flower stall, sunlight pouring over him as he lifts a single flower up to his face, dipping his head as he breathes it in. Min watches with a warmth stirring in his stomach as Cadrien adds it to a small collection of flowers in his other hand, and lifts another one, breathing it in slowly.
Fondness is a well worn, familiar feeling by now.
Despite the busy marketplace, Min can feel the moment Cadrien pinpoints his energy. Just a second later, Cadrien’s head turns to him, the flower still held close to his chin as a gentle smile pulls at his lips. Even after all this time, Min still feels this need to be near him, something that pulls him closer before the thought even crosses his mind.
“Did you find what you were looking for?” Cadrien asks.
“We’ll be swimming in kebroot by the winter,” he answers. “What about you?”
Cadrien responds by lifting the bouquet in his hand. “Do you like these?”
They’re a mix of soft and muted pinks and purples, a few small white flowers gathered at the side, but the green of the stems and leaves makes the bouquet lush and vibrant. He looks back up at Cadrien. That same stubborn lock of hair falls over his forehead and brushes against the top of his mask, and there’s such a softness about him like this—all warmth in the cold light, relaxed and open and at peace.
It’s what he deserves after everything they’ve been through.
“They’re beautiful, Cade,” Min says. “They’d look nice by the window in the kitchen.”
His husband smiles in return. “Good.”
He goes to pay for them while Min waits at the edge of the stall, running his fingertips over the waxy leaves of a plant he doesn’t recognize. When Cadrien comes back, he holds the flowers out towards Min.
“For you.”
Min merely watches him for a moment before he takes them, breathing in the sweet but earthy fragrance, what Cadrien thoughtfully picked out by scent alone.
“Thank you,” he says, slipping his free hand into Cadrien’s now empty one as they continue through the market. “I should probably tell you though, I’m already married.”
A confused line works at Cadrien’s mouth for a moment, but for some reason he always keeps up with Min’s antics. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Min says, squeezing his hand. “He’s a real sweetheart, you know.”
“He’s a smart man, if he married you.”
And yeah—that fondness is always, always there.
“I don’t know, I think I must’ve gotten lucky,” Min says as they turn down an empty aisle, the sound of the crowd softening in the distance. Min looks down at the flowers in his hand. “After all, I didn’t know it was possible to feel this loved in life—not until he loved me the way he does.”
Cadrien slows to a stop beside him, their joint hands tethering them close together as Min stops as well, and he pulls him in, kisses him with a warmth that spreads through Min’s chest. It’s quick, familiar, and Min half chases him when he pulls away until he remembers where they are.
“You charmer,” Cadrien murmurs.
And Min laughs. “You’re the one that bought me flowers.”
He watches the way a small smile works at the corners of Cadrien’s lips in response, and he wants to kiss him again but he always wants to kiss him, so he merely clutches the bouquet a little tighter as they slip back into the crowd.
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This is what it’s like to marry your best friend:
That evening, Min cooks dinner in the last light of the day, a smile on his lips every time his eye catches the flowers now in a vase under the kitchen window. When he glances up beyond it, he sees the distant figure of Cadrien walking towards the house, having just checked on the kell dragons for the night.
His husband puts on music when he comes in, something soft that sinks under the sound of their voices, and Min lights the candles that he did, in fact, go back and buy earlier. It’s the little things that make it feel like home, that closes in the space around them and shuts out the world beyond them. They share easy conversation while they eat, their knees pressed together under the table, never tiring of this routine—
It’s like this:
I love you and I still love you. We chose this life together, honey. I’m all yours.
And later, in the dark, their world narrows in even further.
As they settle in for bed, Min seeks out his husband’s warmth without thought, tucking himself into his chest and breathing in the familiar scent of his skin. Cadrien wraps his arms around him, kisses him goodnight. Sometimes it’s sweet and soft, other times open and wanting, but it’s always with the feeling of home, it’s always with the promise of waking beside each other in the morning.
It’s that simple.
#lil short and sweet <3#ockiss23#my writing#cadrien/min#oc: minaiph#friend oc: cadrien#they're married!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Who is your Mage character?
ok my keen was low for a hot minute there but it's bACK and im ready to ramble
Bonnie Raith-Ballantyne is an absolute monster of a mage - she doesn't have much arete, or dots amongst her spheres, or anything really: except for the three things she does have.
Monstrous willpower.
A 5-dot avatar.
Money to burn.
She is VERY Scottish, VERY enthusiastic about academia, and VERY ready to do anything and everything that she wants.
She's a totally self-indulgent character, in that I went, "hm, what's an aesthetic I like?" and just built someone who is very 'dark academia'. She's a daughter of the wealthy elite, with easy access to academic circles, and the plotline of our mage game revolves around all of us, as newly-awakened orphans, all moving into the same house, previously owned by an archmage. This is, of course, no accident, but it wasn't arranged by us, and we have very fuzzy memories of why any of us moved here, or our landlord.
The setting is peak dark academia, the character is peak dark academia, and the storyline is peak academia, it's been insanely fun.
Her awakening happened at her pretentious friend group's faux-Bacchanalia party, and the Storyteller has been dropping hints that in a past life, Bonnie may have been the oracle at Delphi, or at least in some way relevant to Apollo's cult. He's weaving plot threads that had me veer violently off my very Prime/Mind course and hurtle down Time instead.
She's the Party Face, but also the one with all the willpower, so a lot of the time she's like "right, ok, we're doing this." She's usually the first volunteer for magic experiments - although her best friend, another PC, has recently had her promise to stop almost dying, which is valid I suppose! So she's chilling out on that stuff.
She's made good friends with a local mage's familiar, but the guy all but loathes her, so that's been a fun dynamic to play out. She's also had her life saved by another guy repeatedly, but they both have incredibly manic vibes, so the closer they get, the more antics are on the horizon. I'm very, very excited about the character, and absolutely adoring playing her.
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It took me scrolling through the dusty crophopper tag to realise your icon had changed!? I kinda did a double take and went "is that pen? Oh they changed their icon ohhh!" It looks great tho I like it:)
Anyway I was wondering if you had any headcanons for blades childhood? Does he have any siblings and such? Or just some general headcanons for dustys time with the ppaa? (I slowly feel like I'm going to start scratching at the walls in desperation for some planes content I love it sm)
I did, yes!! Hopefully it's a good combination of familiar and new, I wanted the background to stay the same XP
(we don't talk about how it's asymmetrical but I'll fix that eventually lol)
And yesss, I have headcanons aplenty for the both of them ;P
Blade's the oldest child of four kids, all a couple of years apart (damned staircase children). Needless to say the house was always pretty loud, which might have been part of the reason Blake (aka Blade) had frequent migraines as a child. He was easily the most sensible and mature of the four, though April (the second youngest) was pretty similar, if a bit bossy.
Oldest to youngest of the Ranger children, there's Blake Aaron (jr), Caleb Marshall, April Beverly, and Sydney Robin. [note that that's first and middle names, yes I gave them all full ass fuckin' names lol]
Blake was always a quiet kid, and he liked to spend time alone outside. He'd catch weird bugs, collect cool objects like rocks and things, and build shit with whatever existed in the shed. Despite the nice suburbs, the kids were still, well, kids. And 50s-60s kids, to boot. They built some of the best and weirdest fortresses known to man.
He was also an avid reader, and frequented the local library for the latest copy of his favorite novels. And, because he enjoyed the attention of the kindly librarians there, who appreciated that he helped them out during the afternoons and was all around really mature for his age
He went to a relatively high-end school growing up, given the family was pretty upper-class, but even with that perk, his school years were pretty shit. He was a theater kid, and a bit of an emo (though he didn't have the balls to be a rebel) and spent the majority of his time avoiding people and being a straight-A student. That's not to say he didn't have friends, he just wasn't really a "people person". Never was, never will be lol
Had an absolute shit relationship with his father, though. He had few too many verbal fights with Blake sr, and after tearing out of the house headed for LA, Caleb (the second oldest) became the son he never had. It should figure he favored the children that followed his stead and went into the military.
Diana (le mother) wasn't too much better, although she was more sympathetic. She was just kind of an overbearing hawk parent to Blake, mainly stemming from the years of his migraines. But she didn't exactly approve of his antics either; she just wanted him to come to his senses, rather than beat them out of him.
Onwards to the Dusty bit here, I have a few fun stories of his time around with the Piston Peak team...
He may or may not have kinda sorta maybe gotten his ass whooped by the team this one time, because while helping Blade and Maru move an engine, he kinda bumped a heavy thing which fell...on Blade's foot. And he was down for a few weeks with a cast. yeah Dusty spent a night outside duct-taped to a light pole--
He earned honorable rights to the kitchen in his first week with them, after sharing some old family recipes the team started hounding him to make every time he was there. He's even got his own apron (with his seven on it, made by Dipper as a late birthday gift)
He's also joined Cabbie and Windlifter on the side during their gym sessions. He doesn't have the strength to go up against either one, but like Blade, he gets a kick out of watching them compete, and enjoys furthering his own muscle strength in the process.
He has attempted to learn chess before with Blade and Wind, but he still doesn't quite get it, so he often joins Maru or Cabbie in checkers instead (a game he's more familiar with and can kick ass at)
#disney planes 2#disneyplanes#disney planes#planes fire and rescue#piston peak#blade ranger#dusty crophopper#ppaa
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Uralau Shi’Masu WIP
Hiya people! just wanted to give y’all a lil sneak peak of a request fic I am writing, it’ll prob only be a few chapters, but will be a goodie imo. Classes start up soon so pls be gentle lol.
Plot: Spock is sent planetside for a Scientific mission because he is the only one who can now resist the side effects of the pheromones the local flora exudes. As a horrible ion storm ravages the planet, the storm causes issues with the transporter, forcing Spock to be stranded and find shelter until the ion storm dissipates.
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In Leonard's time as the Enterprise's CMO, he wasn't sure how shit turned sideways as quickly as it had. But sure as shit, it did this time. Ya see it'd begun just like any other typical week on the Enterprise: slow and sure as shit boring, like molasses dribbling out of a jar. Per usual, the time passed monotonously, like it always did. And to make things even better, they'd just received orders from the Admiralty to do everyone's favorite pastime: star charting. (Scuttlebutt around the ship said that Alpha shift had let out a big ol' sigh at the new, well 'sides the Hobgoblin. Leonard knew Spock and his minions had been tickled pink at the chance to do some space frolicking; the shits!)
On Leonards's side of the fence, yearly physicals and vaccines had taken up a good chunk of his time. That, and making sure Scotty's little hellions' antics hadn't compelled them to burn themselves to a crisp being certified dumbass'. Leonard knew from previous adventures that their short, tranquil period would soon end in a firey shitshow that is First Contact missions. That, or Jim would miraculously forget that he's allergic to strawberries. Again. Ugh.
McCoy knew that his mess of a best friend had been sullen and restless about the sheer number of nothing they'd done lately, and damn Leonard to hell if he wasn't keen to recognize that he was too. He even recounted to Jim during lunch in the 'mess that he'd "been so bored - he had taken inventory twice this week! and it was only Tuesday!" The cranky brunette had been losing his goddamn mind if he was bein' honest. Hell, if these next few days went swiftly and without trouble, he'd deliberately ask Jim n' Spock to swing a second chess night this week. If Leonard played his cards right, he'd needle Spock into continuing their over-lunch discussion regarding Vulcan Mollusk and whether they were considered plants or animals.
Sadly that fleeting train of thought was rapidly flung out the nearest airlock as Leonard heard the doors of his Sickbay woosh open. In came the epitome of Leonard's problems, Jim, flirtin' with Leonard's Head Nurse. God, that dumb blonde Cassanova couldn't help himself, could he?
"Wonder what the lil' shit wants this time?" Leonard quietly questioned himself, stretching his back by rolling his shoulder blades and neck from side to side until he heard a satisfying pop. Leonard rose from his chair with a weary sigh and steered himself out the office door and onto Sickbay's main floor. Walking down the row of beds, Leonard could see the ship's Captian holding what looked like a cup of coffee while conversing in hushed tones with Christine in the doorway of Sickbay. The surly Doctor crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave Jim his renowned 'What do you want, dumbass?' scowl.
"Whaddya want Jim? Don't tell me you came here to bring me coffee and harass my Head Nurse. Isn't there something better you should be doin' like, I dunno, sitting that pretty little ass of yours on your big spinny chair on the bridge?" Leonard griped, grumbling a quick "Sir" through his teeth; they were still on shift. That little sentiment earned him a small chuckle from Jim.
The blonde energetically shifted his attention towards his friend, supplying him a James T. Kirk signature shit-eating grin and that cup of life's nectar he was holding. "Nah, Bones, nothing like that! I just came down because it's the end of shift, and I needed my emotional support DILF to take me into his arms and tell me how pretty I am!" Jim pulled his stupid 'Look at me! I'm precious, don't you love me?' face purposely to piss Leonard off. Christine shook her head while letting out an amused chuckle, while McCoy scoffed at the blonde's antics. With a smirk, the Captian slid cozily up to his best friend and slung his arm around the grumpy Southerner's shoulder. "C'mon Bones, it's after shift! Don't you want to hear how exciting my day was or the juicy gossip I heard while passing by our new gaggle of fresh meat? Ensigns Amura and Th'aanv had started a little betting pool about who would still stand after a night of boozing Scotty's hooch." As Jim gossips, his smirk grows into a leer, his blue eyes twinkling with humor. McCoy doesn't like that look in Jim's eyes. "Plus, I heard a little somethin' from Chekov today. Fun fact, did y'know that you and Spock are engaging in a secret love affair?" Hearing this, McCoy chokes. God, did the whiz kid really think that about his commanding officers?
#leonard mccoy#bones mccoy#spones#spock x mccoy#romance#these bitches gay#stupid to lovers#jim kirk#jim kirk is the bestest of friends#away mission gone romance#grumpy but caring bones#writing#star trek
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Have a good night i wanna kick it with you all night
Jisung chooses right then to walk into the kitchen while he is being yelled at over the phone by his best friend. Jaemin once again jerks his head away from his phone. YOU SHOULD HAVE STRETCHED MORE, OR DRANK MORE WATER, OR I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU SHOULD HAVE DONE, BUT, YOU NEED TO BE MORE CAUTIOUS, OKAY?” Jaemin mentally prepares himself for what may possibly take ten years off his lifetime of Donghyuk’s yelling. “Dang, okay, well, uh, imayormaynothavebrokenmyfibula.” Jaemin’s breath whooshes out of him all at once. “Just spit it out Jaemin, I don’t have all day to wait around for an answer, and by the way, you need to tell your teammates as well because YangYang keeps bothering me about it as well.” Is your injury bad? YangYang has been asking me about your injury.” “Jeez, I was going to tell you sooner than later, no need to be bitchy about it, dang.” Do you simply know how much stress I got from waiting for three thousand hours for a response from you? I might have to reconsider our friendship.” Jaemin could hear the sarcasm oozing through the phone because of course Donghyuk would be the only one to gripe about his boyfriend letting him know about Jaemin’s injury. “Well, I honestly was counting on YangYang to report to you, so I wouldn’t have to, duh,” Jaemin snarks back. He rolls his eyes at Donghyuk’s dramatics. Of course he’s going to be dramatic about this, Jaemin thought. Jaemin cringes and immediately rips his phone away from his poor ears to spare himself from more of Donghyuk’s yelling. WHY DID I HAVE TO KNOW THAT YOU GOT INJURED THROUGH MY BOYFRIEND. “JAEMIN! WHY DID YOU NOT IMMEDIATELY LET ME KNOW THAT YOU GOT INJURED. He hits the call button, and almost immediately, Donghyuk picks up. Donghyuk could be a lot to handle sometimes, but he was Jaemin’s best friend for a reason. Jaemin lets out a long sigh, and decides to call Donghyuk. He finds that his soccer team’s group chat has blown up with several texts, as well as three missed calls from Donghyuk and text from Jeno as well. He sighs, then decides to check it because he hasn’t checked it since his mother rushed him to the emergency room during the game. Later, when Jaemin is hobbling around the kitchen, his phone starts to buzz incessantly. “Well, we’ll see if he’s up for it tomorrow morning.” Jaemin gives a small smile back. “That works for me! I don’t know about Jisung though, he hates having to wake up early.” he answers. Oh right, I can’t even drive anymore because of my leg, he thinks. “Here, why don’t I drop you and Jisung off tomorrow early so you can tell Coach Lee that you can’t play the rest of the season?” You need rest right now,” she reprimands. “Well Jaemin, I would advise you to not dwell upon what happened too much. “Oh! Sorry, I was just reviewing some of my plays in my head.” He does not realize that he has arrived home until his mother very concernedly waves her hand in his face and asks if anything was wrong. Maybe he should have taken that opportunity to pass the ball to YangYang. How did the ref let that kid intercept him out of nowhere? He was used to the antics of the Eagles, but the ref at the game was obviously biased toward them, which completely turned the tide. Jaemin, once again, finds himself in his thoughts. “Well, if you do ever need anything, honey, just let me know.” I think I just need to get some rest tonight.” He blinks a bit then turns to answer her, “No, thank you. Do you want to stop by to get food or something else, honey?” his mother asks as she takes her seat in the car. “Jaemin sweetie, I’m sorry that your season got cut short like this. The Eagles were a tough team, not only because their defense was solid, but because they were also notorious for pulling illegal moves on the field. But, he was mostly furious at himself that he got injured at a soccer game during his peak high school year.Īt least my team won, he thought to himself. Suffice to say, he was still a little peeved that the cocky sophomore team on the opposing team managed to trip him up during the game, which led to his unfortunate result of a broken fibula. Jaemin’s head still rang from the emergency room appointment earlier. “I regret to inform you that your son has broken his fibula.”
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when no one is around.
Butler!Steve x Reader AU
Run-through: You have had a shameless crush on your butler, Steve, ever since your parents hired him. And you’re even more shameless when it comes to showing it. Poor Steve always has to put up with you no matter what. He didn’t have much of a choice; mainly because he was in charge of your household, consequently, in charge of you but also because he likes you, even though he shouldn’t. Yet he always resists you and your charms, for multiple reasons. However, the man finally breaks and gives in to you, following some unholy circumstances…
Themes: age gap, smut, masturbation, slight voyeurism, slight daddy kink, bratty!reader, dom!Steve, daddy!steve, fluff, Butler!Steve, angst
You woke up to the sound of Steve’s voice, like you did every morning.
“Miss, it’s past eight thirty. If you don’t wake up now, you’re going to be very late for work and your father will not be thrilled.”
You groaned and tried to hide under your blanket knowing that that would buy you at least another minute or two. And it did. A couple of minutes later you heard Steve sigh.
“Miss, will you please just wake up?”
You peaked from under your blanket and stared at the eye candy standing right beside your bed in a white shirt, black tux with a bow tie and white gloves. You couldn’t understand how he was a butler when he belonged on the front cover of a magazine. Tall, handsome and older. Just your type.
“Can’t you be a little more loving, Steve? I don’t know, wake me up with a kiss or flowers or something romantic like that.” You teased, sitting up in the middle of your bed and stretching your arms and ignoring the way your thighs clenched together at the sight of him.
He stood there watching you, trying his hardest not to stare while fighting back a smirk. “That would be highly inappropriate, Miss.”
You sighed, reluctantly getting out of bed and stood right in front of him. “What’s highly inappropriate is you having the nerve to look like that all the time.” You took the liberty of leaning in and pressing yourself against him. He raised an eyebrow at you. “Do you have any idea what it does to me? Do you know how bad I wanna just-”
He gently pushed you away. “No.” He shut you up softly. “Now be quick, you have little time. Breakfast and your car will be waiting downstairs in thirty minutes.”
You rolled your eyes at him and rushed into your bathroom. As you got ready, you thought of the past almost six years. Steve has played a huge part in your life.
You still remembered the day your parents announced that they had hired a butler who would handle the household better since they were always away. It was important to have someone to look after you too, given you were the only one who lived in the big, empty house most of the time.
And in walked Steve, straight into your home and your heart. Upon hearing the name ‘Steve Rogers’ you had expected an older gentleman, much older. But then upon seeing Steve for the first time, you were swooned. Totally whipped at the sight of the muscular, suave and drop dead gorgeous man. Brownish blond hair, blue eyes, dashing. He carried himself with elegance. Just his gait was enough to make your heart go all crazy.
You remember thinking to yourself, how the hell would you be able to stay sane with a man that gorgeous around you all the time? Obviously you knew you had a crush on him since the very start. But as the days went by, that meaningless crush morphed into something a little more solid without you even knowing.
You liked Steve, more than you intended to perhaps. Unfortunately, for him you were just his masters’ daughter. He dodged every attempt you made at flirting with him. He always let you down gently though; always with a smile or a smirk or a soft look in his eyes.
And the more he pushed you away, the bolder you got. And you began hearing these phrases more frequently;
“Miss, this is highly inappropriate.” - Whenever you shamelessly flirted with him.
“Miss, I am too old for you.” - Which wasn’t that big of an issue for you personally. He wasn’t old, old. He was in his early forties and you were in your twenties. You knew people with age gaps bigger than that who were happy together.
“Miss, for the love of God, behave.” - your personal favorite.
You never crossed the line though. You sure did tease him a lot, day and night. But he always kept his calm and composure, never breaking. Although there were times when he almost did.
Like the time you were getting ready for a party and you needed some help with your dress. You called out for him and he appeared in your bedroom instantly. He couldn’t help but let his eyes roam your half exposed body.
“Can you zip me up?” You stood in front of your mirror, your back exposed, waiting. That was the first time he seemed really nervous around you. He walked up to you and zipped up your dress, slowly, taking his time. His soft, white gloves lazily grazed your skin while he pulled the zipper up, leaving goosebumps behind on your skin. He stood behind you for a moment or two, just staring at your reflection with his lips parted after he was done. “How do I look?” you asked, mischief in your eyes.
He swallowed audibly. “Beautiful.”
Then there was the time when you felt really bold and wore a see-through white, oversized t-shirt over some bright red underwear while parading around the house casually going about your day. Steve saw you and almost dropped the tray he was carrying.
“Oh hi Steve.” You smirked when you caught his gawking for a moment or two.
He recovered and peeled his eyes off you, looking down at his shoes before looking back up at you with a defeated look in his eyes. “Where are the rest of your clothes might I ask?”
“In the laundry bin.”
He sighed. “I had fresh laundry sent to your room just this morning.”
“They’re all dirty.”
“All of them?” he sounded frustrated. Not necessarily because of the topic of discussion but because of your rather scandalous appearance; sprawled on the couch carelessly while dressed like that. You knew just how to make a man lose his mind.
“Yes.”
“How?”
You pretended to think for a moment. “I soiled them while painting this morning.”
“You don’t paint.” He knew you were lying, being a brat as usual.
“I started this morning.”
He sighed, allowing his shameless eyes to take you in one last time before he walked away shaking his head mumbling under his breath about how you were incorrigible. You made it hard for him to go about his day in peace with your little antics, in more ways than one.
Then there was the very famous: “What would you like for breakfast today?” he’d ask almost every morning.
To which you replied, “You.” on a daily basis and it earned the same reaction out of him each time. He’d roll his eyes at you, resisting the urge to have indecent thoughts as best as he could.
Steve was torn between wanting to be strictly professional and wanting to give in to your relentless attempts of seduction. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t into you, or had never had an immoral thought when it came to you.
He thought of you all the time, mainly because his job required him to but also out of genuine concern for your well-being. You were a kind, smart, courageous and beautiful young woman - or rather you could be all this when you weren’t being a brat. Steve had seen the kind of dedication you put towards your work; while handling a huge chunk of the family business. He always admired you for how well you managed the burden your parents placed on your young shoulders.
He sometimes caught you letting out tears of frustration when the stress got too much. Or when you missed your parents because they barely ever came home. You basically lived alone here, in this big, empty house your parents owned. Steve often wondered what would happen to you if he wasn’t here to take care of you. He liked you, a lot. But there were factors which didn’t let him reciprocate what you felt for him.
First being his job, then his age, then the fear of your parents finding out and what they would do to him if they did. Besides, he thought, you were young. Young people feel things for people left and right without ever truly meaning it, correct?
Though that never stopped him from feeling the tension that exists between the two of you. Fiery, hot, burning; it was always there. Even when there were other people around, or when your eyes met for a brief moment. Even on days when you weren’t being a little brat, when you weren’t seeking his attention all the time, even then he couldn’t ignore it. It was there, present loudly.
This flirty, tension filled bond between the two of you remained constant for years. But it wasn’t always just inappropriate and sexual. Steve had been a friend, a confidant, a good listener to you more times than you could count.
With your parents always gone, and you having to bear some of the burden of your parents’ companies, it left you with little to no time with friends and family at all. Some you unfortunately drifted away from due to work, others just stopped reaching out or simply refused to understand your busy lifestyle.
But the one person who was always there for you, always fiercely loyal and constant; no matter how much of a brat you were, no matter how much you annoyed him all the time, no matter how dirty your jokes were, was Steve. Naturally, you unknowingly fell for him at some point - despite knowing that this would go nowhere.
Or would it?
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Your daily routines barely changed. It always started and ended the same way. Steve would wake you up, you would annoy him a little, get dressed and ready for work, get to work, go to lunch with your assistant almost every day, get back home, annoy Steve a little more until he leaves. Only for him to come back the next day and repeat.
The days you hated the most were Steve’s off days. Fridays.
With him not around, your days weren’t as animated and fun. No one to tease, no one to be a brat to, no one to annoy. Your other staff members were great, but none quite like Steve.
So Friday, you turned in early for the night. Your housemaids and everyone else had already left so it was just you in an empty house. You tried reading, then got bored. TV wasn’t really helping either.
You tossed and turned in bed until you realized what was wrong; you were feeling frisky. You groaned, if only you had someone to take care of those needs of yours. More precisely someone with bronde hair, blue eyes, and a taut, muscular body which was always found under a crisp black tux, white shirt, black bow tie and white gloves… and a voice which made you feel things you hadn’t felt before.
As you thought of your sexy butler, your hand found its way in between your legs. Your other hand toyed with your breasts; fingers pinched your erected nipples as your back arched off the bed slightly. You sighed in pleasure.
Your flushed, naked body writhed on the silky, cool satin sheets as your fingers toyed with your wet folds. You moaned as your two fingers slipped inside your entrance with ease given that you were dripping already.
You moaned at the thought of a certain pair of blue eyes, and soft lips as your back arched off the bed again, the cold air mercilessly hit your bare chest and caused your nipples to erect even further. Your fingers effortlessly slipped in and out of you; your fingers ever so gently stroking your walls making every nerve of yours tingle. The palm of your hand rubbed against your sensitive clit over and over again as your moans got louder and louder.
What you didn’t know, was that hidden in the shadows just outside your partially open bedroom door, stood Steve. Lips parted, short breaths, heart racing, his blood rushing downwards as he watched you. He was too aware of everything; his body and yours, his immoral thoughts and your own, how your lust and hunger ignited him. Aware of your soft moans, and the fire in his loins.
He felt guilty, and very ashamed of himself as he took in your bare body. But he couldn’t stop looking. He was entranced; hungry just to have a taste. He begged his body to move away from your doorway, but he didn’t budge. It wasn’t like he was purposely peeping or being a creep.
It was his day off, and yet he dropped by for a casual check, like he had the habit of doing even on days when he wasn’t working because he still had to make sure you were alright. But normally when he dropped by, your bedroom door was always shut so he knew that you were fast asleep.
But today, he found soft, golden light coming through your bedroom. He had to make sure you’re okay but then he saw that the door was almost halfway open, and he investigated further and saw something he wasn’t supposed to. You. Naked on your bed. Touching yourself. And now, he couldn’t look away.
His cock was throbbing at this point and it was difficult to ignore it. He shamelessly drank in the sight of your naked body against the silky sheets. The way your back arched off the bed, the way you bit your lip to hold back your sinful moans, the way he could just tell that your shorts breaths would feel so warm against his skin… fuck, he had goosebumps and a shiver danced down his spine.
He begged himself to slowly walk away, and he almost did. But then he heard you moan his name. And he lost his mind.
“Steve… daddy, please…” you mewled, whimpering under your breath as you took yourself higher and higher.
Steve froze in place, he had never known his name could sound so gentle and vulgar at the same time. He was almost panting as he let his sinful eyes roam your naked body, and he wasn’t even being stimulated in any way, just the sight of you and the sound of your voice was bringing him on the edge.
He was a mess.
He could just walk into that room and give you all that you’ve been practically begging him for all this time, but that would mean risking all that he has now. Or he could simply leave, and pretend this never happened. Self-abuse under a cold shower once he gets back to his apartment would work best. However, he’d have to come back here tomorrow, now with the recollection of what he was currently seeing.
How will he be able to resist you from now on when he could barely take his eyes off you now?
That’s enough, Steve. He managed to slowly back away from your doorway and into the corridor which would lead him to the staircase. As he walked away, he heard your slightly louder moans as you came. Fuck. He stood at the landing, in the dark and groaned internally. Oh how pretty you must have looked, coming undone all over your pretty fingers. It drove him crazy just knowing that he’s the one you think of when you touch yourself.
As discreetly as he could, Steve walked out of your home, rushed into his car and drove past the gates as fast as he could. Needless to say, he had quite some trouble falling asleep that night.
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You noticed some changes in Steve’s behaviour the next day when he showed up. He was avoiding you, you noticed that the minute you saw him. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes. He would barely be able to hold a conversation for too long. He seemed… shy and timid, definitely not his usual confident self around you.
You tried to start up a conversation but his replies were just dry. You thought that perhaps he was having a bed day, or he woke up feeling grumpy. So you let him be. You didn’t annoy him all day. But at the same time, having him around but not having his attention was driving you crazy. You hated it.
“Steve, what’s wrong?” you asked him at some point during the day. You were in the kitchen at the time and he walked in.
He wasn’t expecting to find you there so he seemed visibly nervous. “I… uh, nothing. Everything is fine.” He cleared his throat and straightened his back a little more. “Did you need anything, Miss?”
You could tell he was avoiding the topic, whatever it was. “No,” you answered, “nothing.” You walked out of the kitchen feeling a little troubled by his behaviour. You frowned as you walked upstairs into your study room. Since you were feeling gloomy, you decided to do some boring work until you figured out what to do with yourself.
Checking the security camera footage was something your father insisted on. You had people for that, but your dad said that it was important you did it yourself just to make sure everything around the house is in order. So you sat back in your seat, rewinding all the footage of the week and sped through it, bored out of your mind.
Surely you wouldn’t find anything because your staff members were all-
You almost fell out of your chair when you saw the footage of last night. 5th indoor camera which surveilled the spacious corridor which led to your bedroom. You checked the time on the frame, it was around 11 p.m and you saw Steve walking up to your partly open bedroom door. 11 p.m ish, around that time pretty sure you were… oh…
You were very well aware that Steve has the habit of coming by to check up on everything even on his days off, you just never knew at what time he came by. Apparently last night he came at the wrong time. Or not...?
You watched the footage of him standing there frozen in place. He took a step back from your door, then inched forward again. Then backed away, then leaned forward again, and you could tell he must have debated turning back around and leaving multiple times but he didn’t. Oh?
Your lips lifted up in a smirk as you pieced it all together. So this is why he’s been acting weird all day? Your devious mind came up with a plan.
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Steve left that evening, after ignoring you for the entire day and you decided to be a little bit more of a pain in his lovely ass. So you waited for an hour after he left, and then drove all the way to his apartment. Nothing but mischief on your mind.
When you showed up at his doorstep, he was surprised but still maintained his calm and composure. You shamelessly checked him out; he looked like a god even in his sweatpants and white sweater. His damp, messy hair gave away that he must have just stepped out of the shower. Hot.
“Hello Steve.” Your smirk gave away that you were up to no good and he caught on pretty quickly. He gave you a faint smile.
“How come you’re h-,” You cut him off by opening his front door wider and taking the liberty of stepping into his home like an insolent little brat. He sighed as he shut the door behind him and followed you in. “Do you know that it’s considered quite rude to just barge into someone’s home?”
You stopped right before entering his living room. You turned around to face him with a sly smirk. “And do you know that it’s considered rude to come into someone’s home at night and openly spy on them while they’re naked and touching themselves? Hmm?” You had no shame. Also nothing to hide given he had seen it all.
The look on Steve’s face was priceless. He was less bothered about how you figured and more worried about what would follow now. His job could be at risk yes, but what must you be thinking? He couldn’t figure you out.
“That’s not what… I was-,” He looked frustrated and nervous, but also guilty. “I wasn’t spying, I didn’t…” He sighed, trying not to stutter. “Listen, that’s not what-”
You cut him off again by walking up to him. “It’s alright. I don’t mind.” You said with a flirty smile. “In fact, it would’ve been better if you just walked into the room.” You heard him gasp as you leaned in closer to him, whispering in his ear, “Because I was thinking about you while I was pleasuring myself,” you giggled, “but I think you know that already.” You pulled away to look at him. He was flushed. Troubled. Dare you say, aroused.
The memories of last night filled his mind. He remained silent, still processing your words and wondering how he should handle this situation. You spoke again, “If I had known you were there watching me, I would’ve put up a better show.” His handsome face was void of any emotion. He was confused, but also burning.
He was feeling too much at the same time, he didn’t know how to act. Not to mention that your words sent chills all over his body. He was barely able to maintain his calm demeanor any longer.
Silence.
You spoke up again. “If you want, I can do it right now.” You noticed how his hands flexed at his sides. He was struggling. You smirked. “What, you shamelessly watch me get off and now you’re acting all calm and collected?” You reached out and gently trailed a finger down his forearm. You watched him shiver for a moment. “Come on Steve,” your hand moved right to the bulge in his sweatpants, “admit it, you want me.” You teased him by gently feeling his erection. It excited you just as much as it did him.
He finally spoke up. “Y/N… we shouldn’t.” Fuck but he wanted to. He was dying to just reach out and touch you. He kept thinking about how you looked last night; bare, lying in your bed and touching yourself so gently. Your moans… they had tormented him all night even after he got home. His accelerated heartbeats echoed in his ears as he stood unmoving under your wild stare. He swallowed audibly, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist you for long. His primal, feral desires surfaced more and more as you spoke and he was hungry. Like a wild animal in heat.
You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh?” You walked around him, circling like he was a prey. When you stood right behind him, you stood on your tiptoes and leaned in to whisper again, lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “But what you did was highly inappropriate Mr. Rogers. Can you imagine what that would do to your reputation, should people find out?” You kissed down along his neck, from his ear to the side of his lower jaw where you could feel his pulse. You scoffed, “Your heart is racing, Steve. Give in. I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.” You whispered softly.
He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath while trying to ignore the pressure in between his legs. His cock was throbbing. His hands were almost shaking as he held back from touching you. He could so easily just pin you to the wall and have his way. He so desperately wanted to. But… he shouldn’t. You were his bosses’ daughter.
Despite knowing it was futile because you had the reputation of getting whatever you wanted, be it in your personal or professional life, he still tried to act responsibly rather than just giving in to his burning desire and instincts.
“I’m not one of your business deals, Y/N. You can come in here and talk terms with me in my own home.” He sounded frustrated and… hot.
You walked back around and stood right in front of him. Judging by the look in your eyes, he knew what was coming and he silently accepted defeat. “Why? What’s so special about your home?”
He stepped closer, stopping at just inches away from you. “Careful, Y/N.” His tone caused you to stop smirking. “My home, so I make the rules. When I tell you to stop being a little brat, you stop being a little brat.” The way he looked down at you only made you want to misbehave even more.
“Else what?”
And that was it. There went all the self-control he had. His eyes, dangerous and mean stared into yours as he stepped closer, grabbed you by the throat gently and pulled your face closer to his. Your lips parted as you struggled to breath right - not because of his grip around your throat, but because of the proximity. You could feel his body heat and it made you whimper.
“Else you’re gonna have to deal with the consequences. I’m gonna have to teach your bratty self how to behave.” He chuckled darkly. “But something tells me you’d like that, wouldn’t you babygirl?” He could tell by you whimpered that you would most definitely love that.
“Steve,” you were at a loss of words. But you were so ready. “Please…”
He smirked. “You’ve been a bad, bad girl for so long. Teasing me, tormenting me,” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “touching yourself while thinking of me. Who said you could do that? Hmm? Did you ask for permission?”
“No…” you felt your arousal drip out of you at the sound of his lewd words.
“From now on, you will come to me when your greedy, little cunt needs to be taken care of. Or you will touch yourself only when I give you permission to. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Your voice sounded shaky already.
“Yes what?”
Your walls clenched around nothing down there as you uttered the words, “Yes daddy.”
He smiled. “Good girl.” He whispered and as he looked behind you, you saw how his deep blue eyes lit up once he saw something. “But since you’ve been such a brat lately, you still need to be taught a lesson. Don’t you think?”
You nodded. He let go of your throat. “Anytime you want me to stop, just say so. Okay?” You nodded again as he slowly walked the two of you back until your legs hit the couch. He caught you by the arm before you fell backwards. “Bend over the armrest.”
You did what he asked, supporting yourself up with your elbows. And let out a soft moan when you felt his warm hands slipping under your little dress and kneading your butt
“Daddy’s gonna spank you until your pretty little cunt is dripping, is that okay babygirl?” His voice got you all flustered and whiny.
“Yes daddy.”
“Good.” He dragged your underwear down till your ankles, waited for you to step out of them and lifted your dress up. He lifted his hand up in the air and brought it down to spank your ass. You whimpered in pleasure as the tingles died down eventually. “That’s for being a bratty little girl all the time.”
Spank! “That’s for torturing daddy, and teasing him all day when he’s just trying to get work done.”
You let out a little moan as he spanked you again. “That’s for always doing the exact opposite of what I ask you to, causing you to then ask for help for every little thing.” Spank! You moaned louder as his fingers trailed down to your wet folds, teasing you. “Daddy has to help you out with every little thing, isn’t it?” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss the back of your neck, “That’s okay. Daddy loves it.”
Your skin burned under his lips. You were breathless, desperately wanting more.
Spank! His hand lingered on your skin a little longer this time, caressing where it felt sore. “That’s for being a whiny little brat when you don’t always get what you want, when you want it.” Spank! “Such a spoilt brat, aren’t you babygirl?”
You let out a breathless moan. You wanted more. He could tell by the way you pushed your butt out more and more each time after each spank. “Please…”
He smirked and slid his hand further down, stroking your wet folds. “You’re so wet.” He cooed and lifted his hand and spanked you again. And again. And again. You whimpered in pleasure and slight pain.
Spank! He smacked your dripping core instead of your butt. Your whole body tingled as he pulled you up against him again, your sore ass pressing into his erected cock, making both of you groaned under your breaths. “You did so good, babygirl.” His hand traveled to your front and under your dress and he touched your wet core. “You’re so wet for daddy,” He mumbled in your ear, “but you can’t cum yet.” You whined again. He chuckled. “Now you know how it feels when you tease daddy all the time. It’s not fun, is it babygirl?”
“No.” You answered as he gave you space to turn around and face him. “It’s not. I’m sorry.” You stared at his lips and he noticed.
“You know what would make daddy really happy though?” That made you look up into his irresistible eyes. “If you got down on your knees like a good girl, and sucked daddy’s cock and made him feel good.” He leaned in to brush his lips against yours. “Won’t you do that? Won’t you be a good girl for daddy?”
You nodded frantically. Excited. But also needy.
He plopped down onto the couch, manspreading and making you whimper just looking at him. “Come here,” he pointed in between his legs. “Kneel.”
You did as he asked. He took your hand and placed it right on his erection. You bit your lower lip as you felt him; big and hard. Your hands hurried to lower the waistband of his sweats to free his erected cock. The sight of his perfect cock had you whining with need again.
“Go on babygirl. Suck.” His voice was deeper than usual and it sent a shiver along your spine.
You wrapped your fingers around his cock and placed your mouth on his tip; your tongue slowly circling his tip. Steve held your head gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. You bobbed your head around his tip; taking him in slowly until he hit the back of your throat.
He gripped your hair gently, moaning as he told you how much of a good girl you were. The sounds of his moans and grunts only made you whimper with his cock in your mouth. Your ass was sore, but that was the last thing on your mind. Right now, you needed to be Steve’s good girl.
He twitched against your tongue and you tasted some of his pre cum which signified that he wasn’t going to last very long. His taste was all you could focus on; his raw taste and the feeling of his smooth skin against your tongue and the top of your mouth.
He looked down at you and moaned again, he loved the sight of your spit coating his cock. You looked perfect on your knees, taking him so well just like he wanted you to.
You looked up and met his wild, blue eyes. Just to mess with him, you took his cock out of your mouth and teased him a little bit more; licking his length from bottom to top while your hands toyed with his balls. He swore under his breath as you dragged your warm tongue over the slit of his tip lazily.
He looked down at you with a smirk and a warning in his eyes and that was all it took for you to take him back into your mouth and suck on his cock until he came undone all over your tongue.
He gripped your hair, moaning loudly as he came. “Fuck.” He threw his head back to catch his breath. “Such a good girl.” he mumbled, looking down at you as you licked him clean; pulling his sweats back up before you climbed onto his lap, wiggling on purpose.
He pulled you closer, making you grind against his semi-erected cock. You whined in need. “Aww, what is it babygirl? You want daddy?” he cooed, mocking you. He loved the effect his voice had on you.
You nodded, pleading with your eyes as best you could. You needed him so bad, it hurt. “Please daddy.”
He cupped your face and leaned in for a kiss. You felt his tongue stroke the top of your mouth, and his hands touched you wherever he could. A gentle, deep kiss; the kind that made your heart flutter and made your knees weak. He undressed you slowly, and you him.
Once done, neither one of you could keep your hands off each other.
“Steve… please,” you mumbled against his lips. He could feel your hunger, which then fueled his. Skin on skin, the desire burning between you two could no longer be ignored.
He smirked. “I know baby, I know...” He whispered against your lips before flipping the two of you around and asking you to turn around and grip the back of the couch.
He got up and stood behind you. You knelt on the couch in front of him, legs spread apart, hands gripping the back of the couch with your back to him. You could feel him right there behind you.
He gripped your hair gently into a makeshift ponytail, and pulled your head back just enough to take your breath away. His soft, warm lips hovered over the side of your throat, kissing along your neck as his other hand reached around and toyed with your folds; his fingers furiously toying with your clit and making you moan.
“This is all you wanted, huh? To be fucked, and owned. You wanted my cock so badly, didn’t you?” His voice was deep and raspy when he spoke, his tongue licking along your neck while he abruptly stopped toying with your folds. “All this time, you’ve been practically begging me to fuck you. Well now’s the time baby. Go on, beg for me.”
You whimpered. Your body was on fire. You couldn’t take it any longer. You begged; wantonly, shamelessly. He chuckled and tugged harder on your hair, making you whimper and moan even more. “That’s a good girl.”
He gripped each side of your hips, tightly; spreading your legs apart a little more as he aligned his cock to your entrance. You shivered in anticipation as you waited. You couldn’t see him, and in front of you, through the large glass floor-to-ceiling window, you had a lovely view of the city lights but that didn’t matter anymore.
He hand reached around and gently grabbed you by the throat again. “Are we good, babygirl? You okay?”
You nodded quickly, heart racing, your body heated. “Yes, yes please...” You mumbled.
He gave you a gentle kiss on your cheek, his stubble pressing into your skin. You closed your eyes and bit your lower lip as his soft lips kissed along your lower jaw. “I’m gonna fuck your sweet little cunt until you’re shaking…” he murmured, more so to himself.
With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. He groaned and grunted as he filled you up entirely. You heard his ragged breaths right by your ear as he removed himself out and pushed himself back into you again; your ass cheek pressing into his pelvic bone as he pounded into you.
You shuddered as you felt all of him, while he mumbled about how good you were. He panted in your ear, kissing the side of your face as his hand left your throat and roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, memorizing the shape of you until he finally cupped your core and played with your swollen clit. Your moans were incessant, you could already feel a sore throat coming.
“You feel so good, baby…” he mumbled, slamming into you relentlessly, stretching you out and pounding into you like his life depended on it; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the room.
“Fuck…” his voice cracked as he moaned under his breath.
You could feel your walls clench around him, and tighten around his thick member; making him swear out loud. Your body moved along with his, your legs felt numb as he relentlessly slammed into you.
Your moans got louder and he bent down to kiss along your shoulder blades and the back of your neck. “Take me, babygirl. Take all of me like you’ve dreamt of so many times…” he whispered against your skin as he rocked into you, faster and faster. He could barely hold it together himself but he had to give you what you’ve been wanting this whole time.
You were a teary mess, he couldn’t see but he could tell by the sound of your voice. The view of the city in front of you was now getting blurrier with each passing second. Yet, you still wanted more.
You cried out loud in pleasure as his hands gripped your hips, pushing you into him more and more each time he filled you up. You felt a sweet pressure forming in between your legs, intensifying each time the tip of his cock brushed against your sensitive spot.
“Steve…” you cried, unable to handle the pleasure. It was overwhelming.
He slowed down for just a second. “I’m right here, baby.” He kissed the side of your face. “I’m here, it’s okay. Are you gonna cum for me? You’re gonna be a good girl and cum for daddy? Hmm?”
You nodded, now a whimpering, tear-stained mess. He took you higher… and higher…
“Cum for me.” his voice was all it took for you to come undone. You came hard without any warning.
He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back; kept slamming into you, chasing his own orgasm as your walls clenched around him, squeezing him like he had dreamt of last night.
He gripped your hair in his fist and tugged on it again, moaning right in your ear as he felt his orgasm forming. Your walls tightened around him, and he groaned as he came undone right after you; buried deep within you. His warm cum shoot at your walls and trickled out of you when he carefully removed his length from your entrance.
You were struggling to hold yourself up, your legs shaking and your body trembling. But Steve held you against him as he threw himself on the couch, pulling you into his lap. His body was damp and warm, and you loved the feeling of his strong arms around you. You buried your face into the crook of his neck.
He rubbed along your sides as he whispered comforting words in your ear. His hands rubbing your body everywhere he could. “You did so good, baby.”
---
You don’t remember getting to Steve’s bed the previous night, but that’s where you woke up; under his warm sheets, a pair of lips kissing your face gently.
“Wake up, Miss.”
You groaned. “Don’t call me that.” You mumbled from under the sheets. You tried sitting up and you felt sore in places you didn’t know one could feel sore. Steve caught the frown on your face and when you looked up and to send him a death glare, he just chuckled.
You noticed that he was dressed already.
“Come on now. We have to go.”
You hid under the blankets again. “No.”
He sighed. Of course, he should’ve known he’d have to deal with all your antics again. “You need to get home, and I need to get to work. Now come on, we have to go.”
You peaked from under the blankets. “Give me a kiss first.” You bargained.
He rolled his eyes and walked up to his bed, leaning over you. “You’re just gonna pull me back into bed with you and then we’re both not going to want to leave at all.”
You held both your hands out, “Just one kiss, I promise.”
He gave in, he leaned in and cupped your face with one hand and pressed his lips to yours. It started out all gentle and slow but then you pulled him closer by the back of his neck and he accidentally let out a moan. You tried pulling him back under the covers but he pulled away right before he gave in completely.
“No.” He pulled away. “Home, now.” He used the same tone as he did when waking you up for work each day.
You groaned and eventually, reluctantly, got out of his bed.
---
Everything was going great after that night.
Your days just got a whole lot better with Steve around. Sure, you kept being the brat that you are, just so he could drag you all the way to your bedroom and ‘teach you how to behave’ at any time during the day.
It was safe to say that you began catching feelings for each other. You brightened up Steve’s days and him yours. Bathroom quickies, morning sex, and spending nights together quickly became more frequent than you expected.
You teased him just the same, and it almost always resulted in him fucking you just how you wanted him to.
All was well.
Until your parents came home for a weekend out of nowhere. And they left just as quickly as they came but their arrival made Steve feel terrible. Steve couldn’t help but feel guilty when your father asked him if he was taking good care of you. Obviously, he guarded your little secret well. But he felt terrible, like he was betraying your parents.
He wasn’t supposed to do this. Above all, he shouldn’t have even thought that he could be with you. Really, what was he thinking? This was wrong. He worked for your parents, and you. This was unprofessional. Inappropriate.
You noticed that his stand-offish manner remained even after your parents were gone. So you confronted him about it one morning.
“Is everything okay between us?”
He looked up at you, and nodded. Truth is, he didn’t know how to let you down.
“Steve, seriously.”
He sighed. He walked over to where you stood and faced you with a look which gave away what he might have been thinking all this time. “This has to stop.”
Your heart raced. “What does?”
He pointed between you and him. “This.”
You were sure you could fix whatever was wrong. “If you’re worried about mom and dad finding out then-,”
He cut you off. “No. Listen to me. I feel like I’m doing the wrong thing here, like I’m leading you on because… let’s face it, we can never be together.” He could visibly see how he was breaking your heart. He took a deep breath. “I should have tried to make you see sense. I shouldn’t have… used you. I can’t help but feel like I’m using you, I-,”
You cut him off this time. “Steve, you’re not.” He stepped forward to cup his face but he caught your hands before you could, pulling away from you.
“You don’t understand. This… this can’t happen. It probably isn’t real. What you feel for me could be something else and you’re mistaken and-,”
You couldn’t believe him. “How dare you?” You got defensive really quickly, trying to hide how it hurt.
He got quiet. Maybe this was the wrong way of dealing with this situation?
You straightened your back and took a step away from him. “Look, if you don’t want me anymore then just say so. Don’t make silly excuses, we’re not children.”
He spoke up quickly. “All I’m saying is that you’re young. Perhaps you’re not thinking straight. Look, I’ve mistaken lust for love too in the past, when I was younger. It’s not-,”
You stopped him before he hurt you even more. You were hurt, but mostly angry at this point. “Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t mean that my feelings aren’t real or valid, or that I don’t know what I want. Also you have no right to water down my feelings like that. Who are you to tell me what I feel? How fucking dare you?”
He realized he must have dealt with this differently. But it was too late now, he hurt you. The sight of your watery eyes was unbearable, knowing that he’s the one who caused it. I’m sorry, babygirl. “Y/N, I’m just-,”
You raised your voice. “Enough!” You didn’t let your tears fall in front of him. “Screw you, Steve.” You grabbed your bag and made your way out of your house, got in the car and drove to work in anger and your heart aching.
You cried in the car before you got out. What happened? Everything was so perfect. Why did he feel this way all of a sudden? To a point where he made himself believe that what you felt for him wasn’t real? Where did that even come from? Did he think that you were just a confused young girl, seeking attention?
That bit really hurt. It hurt more because you fell for him, hard and it wasn’t something you could control.
You started your day rough, and it seemed it was only going to get worse because you’d be replaying the scene from the kitchen this morning all day long.
As for Steve, he was equally a mess as you were. He kept cursing himself as he tried his hardest to go about his day but the thought of your teary face this morning was haunting him in broad daylight.
He could’ve been less mean, more understanding. You were human after all. How could he have hurt you like that when all he ever cared for this whole time was your well-being?
He was upstairs doing something when your bedroom door caught his eye. He stepped in and immediately regretted all that he did this morning. It was unfair towards you and now he felt even more guilty.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, standing in the middle of your room. It smelt like you; floral, fierce and enticing. His favorite girl, how could have hurt you so much? He felt guilty, but perhaps he failed to see how happy he actually made you.
His eyes fell on your freshly made bed. In the past month following that night at his apartment, he had spent quite some nights here. Memories of all times spent with you, not just for the past month, but the past years as well flashed in his mind.
Oh he had fucked up.
He walked out of your bedroom, already taking his gloves off. He needed to change and go find you and apologize before it gets worse.
-
You were in the middle of yet another business call when you heard a knock on your door. You quickly wrapped up the call and called out in annoyance, “Come in.” You had been quite moody since this morning.
Steve was the last person you expected to enter your office this afternoon. You stood up immediately; not having the heart to tell him to get out. All your anger vanished the minute you saw him standing there, all that was left was the hurt. And fuck did it hurt.
He closed the door behind him and lingered around the door itself, still wondering how he should start his apology. Also the broken look in your eyes felt like a thousand daggers piercing him all at the same time.
“Came to tell me some more about how much of a stupid, young and confused girl I am?” You sassed. Your go-to method of dealing with emotions was to be as sassy and as ruthless as humanly possible, Steve was aware of that.
He sighed. “I came to apologize. I shouldn’t have said all that.” He took a deep breath and kept going. “I felt terrible when I spoke to your parents.” He finally confessed. “They trust me to take good care of you, like a guardian. But I have been…” he couldn’t find the right words. “I felt guilty. And it’s not your fault, but I couldn’t figure out how to deal with all this. I thought maybe if I push you away it would… I don’t know. I don’t know, Y/N. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
You listened, trying to grasp the reasons why he said what he said this morning.
“Then what made you think that I might be confused about what I feel?” You questioned.
He took a step forward, feeling terrible now that he was voicing out everything. “I don’t know, I thought that you- that maybe you… I-,’
You cut him off, repeating your question because you could tell he had an answer but didn’t want to tell you. “What made you think so, Steve? The truth, please.”
He stared into your eyes for a few seconds. “I thought that perhaps you weren’t sure about your feelings… for me. Why would you fall for someone like me, I mean, I work for your parents.” He let out a dry chuckle. “I thought that maybe you were mistaking everything that’s been happening since that night at my apartment to be… something it’s not.”
You scoffed. You simplified and rephrased what he had just said, “So you think that I’ve been going on about how much you mean to me just because you fuck me good?”
That felt like a slap across his face. “That’s not-,”
“Do you even like me? Or is it just… I don’t know, convenient sex to you?”
He had the same look of hurt on his face which you had this morning. “Don’t you dare say that. You know how I feel about you.” He had told you many times how he feels and he meant it. The fact that you even questioned him hurt.
You scoffed and nodded. You walked around your desk, stopping at the side of it. “Take a seat.”
He looked confused for a moment. “What?”
“Take a seat, Steve.” You pointed to one of the chairs and he walked right over without any question.
Your heart burned as you looked at him, wanting to just shower him with tender love and affection but you had to clear some things up first.
He looked up at you with his deep blue eyes, wondering if he had lost you for good. It would kill him if that were the case. He could no longer imagine his days without you.
“Do you remember the night of my 20th birthday, Steve?” You asked.
He looked down at his lap and cracked a little smile. “That was 6 years ago, Y/N. It’s a little blurry.”
You smiled at the memory. “Mom and dad were away, as usual. But they promised they would make it back before the night ends, for my birthday dinner. But then, they both forgot about it and later blamed it on the workload. I went to bed crying that night, like I had all day.” As you narrated that day, it helped him remember a little bit. You continued, “But then someone knocked on my door. It was you, standing there with a little cupcake and a candle. It was your day off but you were the only one who didn’t forget that it was my birthday.”
He remembered it now. He remembered how he found your little teary face when you opened your bedroom door and how you jumped in his arms.
He remained quiet.
You kept going. “The year after that, I begged mom and dad to be home for Christmas because I was dying to have some family time with them. But they called and said they couldn’t make it. Do you know who put with my shit and helped me decorate the entire house with obnoxious Christmas music on? You.”
He smiled a little bigger at the memory. He remembered how you pouted and followed him around the entire day, asking him to help you with decoration. He remembers the way his heart fluttered when he saw the biggest, most genuine smile on your face after he agreed to do so. He would do anything just to see that same smile on your face right now.
You stepped a little closer.
“Do you remember the times when I used to go clubbing almost every weekend? And you would have to track me down and bring me home safe at like three in the morning every time?” You chuckled at the memory. “And then you sat me down one day and asked me to get my shit together.”
He remembered that as well. That was one of the only times he had been so strict with you. He simply could not watch you waste your life away like that and put yourself in danger. He was glad you listened.
“And all those times when I missed mom and dad but I couldn’t call them because I knew they were always busy, so I called you. At odd hours and you would always show up. And you’d stay for as long as I needed you to. And I’d drag you along to go get ice-cream with me in the middle of the night. You remember that?”
He looked up at you and his smile vanished. You had tears streaming down your face. “Y/N…”
“It was you, Steve. It’s always been you.” You fought the need to cry. “I didn’t fall for you because of that night at your apartment. All these years, all those mundane things added up to now, when I can finally tell you how I feel and how important you are to me. And when you try to reduce it to nothing but lust and confusion, it really hurts.”
He got up from his seat. “Baby… I’m so, so sorry.”
You wiped your tears away. “It’s okay if you want nothing to do with me. None of this will affect your job, and my parents will never find out. You can walk out of this, I’ll understand. But don’t tell me what I feel for you isn’t real. Because it is. I love you, and that’s real.”
He closed the distance between the two of you, grabbing your face and to pull you closer gently. “Shh…” he whispered, one of his arms circling your waist and pulling you closer, “I’m not gonna walk out. I’m not going anywhere.”
He pressed his lips to yours, gently. He kissed you passionately; arms wrapping around your body, tongue stroking the inside of your mouth while he occasionally bit down on your lip. Your hands found their way into his soft hair, you tugged on it gently while moaning softly into the kiss.
He gave you a second to catch your breath. “I adore you, babygirl. And that’s real too.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you again while gently pushing you against the edge of your desk until you got on top of it. He stepped in between your legs and deepened the kiss. You gripped his hair and tugged a little more and he let out a quiet, breathy moan.
His warm hand caressed your thigh, given your dress had bunched up higher than before. His other hand gently held your lower jaw as he kissed and nibbled on your skin, down your neck; making you squirm and forget all about the world outside. Here, with him now, was all that mattered.
You felt his fingers lazily making their way across your inner thighs. His knuckles gently stroked your clothed core and you leaned your head back at the sudden wave of pleasure; letting out a soft moan.
Steve gently toyed with your still clothed, now wet, core. Your hand tugged on his sweater and you pulled him closer, placing your lips on his again. Your other hand dipped in between your bodies and you unbuckled his pants as quickly as you could. You felt him bite down on your skin when you palmed him through his underwear.
“Steve… I want you…” You whispered in his ear.
You moaned as he kissed his way up to your neck. “I know, baby. I know…” he pulled away to look at you with hooded eyes.
You lowered his underwear and pulled out his cock. He rapidly dragged your underwear down your legs and threw them somewhere behind him. He spread your legs open and aligned his cock to your core.
You could feel his tip, leaking with precum, slightly pressing against your clit. Slowly, he slipped inside of you, groaning at how tight you were. You felt his length stretching you out entirely. He started rocking in and out of you slowly, then eventually, he sped up.
“Steve…”You moaned out loud, feeling all of him; stretching you, filling you up, moving rapidly in and out of you to the point where the only thing you could focus on was his body.
“I’m right here, baby…” he whispered, pounding into you relentlessly, as he bent down to kiss your open mouth, swallowing all your moans and mewls in the process.
You whined upon hearing the wet, slapping sounds your bodies made when they came in contact with one another. Mixed with his scent and the growls leaving his mouth, it was all too sinful, too good.
“You’re all mine.” He stared down at you, his ocean blue eyes showing you all the love he had for you. You could only nod, unable to form coherent sentences while he pounded into you like he owned you. He leaned in again, kissing you softly. “Say it, babygirl. Tell me you’re mine.” he whispered against your lips.
Something about how he sounded so calm even while he was fucking you hard made you tremble under him. “I’m yours…” you whispered, shuddering under him. He smirked and sped up into you again, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him like you were made for it.
Hearing you moan and squirm under him only encouraged him to thrust deeper into you, he wanted to feel all of you and he wanted you to feel all of him. He wanted you to know that he was here, and was not planning on going anywhere. He was relentless. He moaned right in your ear as his body moved perfectly against yours. “I’m so sorry baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you so, so much...”
You whined; feeling a thin layer of sweat covering both your bodies as your walls milked him perfectly. A tear fell from your eye, out of pleasure. He was quick to wipe it away. He bent down and kissed your lips, pounding into you rapidly like his life depended on it.
“I love you more…”
He felt you clench and tighten around him, “Cum for me, baby...” He whispered, his voice strained and raspy. Your mind was foggy by now, and it took your brain a few seconds to even process his words.
Not even a few moments later, you felt him twitch inside of you; his cock throbbing against your walls. He came with a growl, gripping your hips. You whined as you came around him as well, hard and fast.
He didn’t pull his cock out of you as he engulfed you in his arms, tucking your head under his chin as he held you against his warm body. You could hear his frantic heartbeats, and he could feel yours.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered again.
You pulled away from his hug just a little so you could look at him. “Hey,” you reached out to touch his face. “Stop apologizing. We’re gonna be okay.”
He smiled down at you. “I’m gonna have to love you in secret.” He leaned down and rubbed the tip of his nose to yours. You giggled.
“Not for long. We’ll figure something out.” You grabbed him by his face and pulled him closer, and whispered dramatically, “Or maybe we could run away.” Your words made his smile. You pulled him in for a kiss, and whispered, “Till then, I’ll love you when no one is around.”
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Woman of Steel
Summary: Clark askes you to be a big sister? But you've always been the little sister
Pairing: Clark Kent x Daughter!Reader Lois Lane x Kent!Reader Jonathan Kent x Sister!Reader Jordan Kent x Sister!Reader
Word Count: 998
Warnings: Angst, loss of family member, Lex Luthor is a bad dad
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Adjusting to Earth-Prime isn’t easy.
You had to get used to having an older female around the house. Lois Lane.
You had to understand the dynamic of this family you’ve practically thrown yourself into.
This Clark Kent may be similar but there were subtle differences. How he had his coffee, this world’s Clark drank the occasional glass of wine after a rough day, the more stern fatherly presence he had.
And the two teenage boys that were younger than you. Jordan and Jonathan.
You chewed lightly on the but of a paint brush as you observed the Lane-Kent family working on the farm. You wanted to see how they worked as a unit, something Father taught you. The boys laughed and joked as they stripped the stalks of their corn, Lois shaking her head at their antics. Clark was nowhere to be found.
“They’re twins but boy are they different” your father’s voice spoke gently, the man sitting beside you on the roof of the home. “Twins?” You raised your eyebrow at him. No Way! “Some things just never change” You smiled, chewing the paint brush once more.
Clark’s curiosity peaked. Why were you so interested in twins? Or the fact the boys were a set of twins? “You know, I think the boys would appreciate someone who’s already gone through the whole concept of Dad’s Superman. Maybe you could look out for them? Like a big sister” Clark suggested, making your heart go insane.
You, the big sister?
…
Lois looked at Clark, knowing his mind was racing with every thought in his head. “What’s wrong? You seem lost” She asked, handing him a glass of wine. “(Y/N)” Clark answered, peaking his wife's interest. “You asked her about the boys?” Lois assumed, knowing about the rooftop conversation.
“She seemed shocked when I told her the boys were twins. Like she didn’t believe it was possible. Then when I asked her to be like ‘the big sister’ it was she…” Clark was at a loss for the right words. “She didn’t think she would be up to it because she’s never had the responsibility?” Lois guessed, looking out the window to see the young woman painting the sunset.
“Exactly” Clark smiled. Lois looked at him, amused at his oblivious mood. “Do you remember when you met Lucy?” Lois asked him. “How could I forget that you hid your baby sister from me for almost two years” Clark remincesd, those were the easier days of his superhero career but not as much of the joy he had right here with his family. “So, what if (Y/N) had a sibling? Or someone who felt like one to her, like you and Jimmy” Lois pointed out.
Clark made the ‘ohhhh’ face.
…
Jordan and Jon helped you unpack, promising not to meddle with your alien tech. It was weird for you, the room that the family gave you was your room back home, only it was more empty.
“Hey, what’s this?” Jon asked, holding the weird blue crystal sculpture from your tech bag. You looked back, smiling fondly at him. “Memory Projector. I made it with my best friend for Grandma Martha” You answered, the memories of sneaking into Luthor Corp late at night with him to build it.
Jordan seemed to be intrigued and took a closer look at the device. “How does it work?” he asked you. “Well, it would work for you two since we share the same half of DNA, but you need to charge it with an ocular ray of energy. Then you put your hand on a crystal and a memory will fill whatever room you're in. Only catch is that you’ll be in a trance, living in the memory” You explained, watching as the boys looked at you in awe.
Yet, the moment you looked down properly you saw him, smiling at you. You quickly composed yourself, hoping the boys didn’t notice. “Come on, I’d say we could get this done before Clark gets home” You smiled, going back to folding your clothes into the drawers.
“How come you don’t call him Dad?” Jon asked you. “It took me almost a year the first time. I could only speak Kryptonese” You told them. “What’s changed?” Jordan asked you, him and Jon coming closer to you.
“I’m on my own”
…
When Jon and Lois investigated John Irons van, they never expected this. “Jon, give me your phone” Lois ordered, staring at the file on the screen. Jon complied, knowing this was important to his mother.
Lois took a picture, sending Clark a quick text.
Later that night the entire Kent family had a meeting. You looked over Jon, making sure no bones were broken or sprained. Jordan helped you, using his hearing to good use like you taught him.
The moment you were finished, you could feel the tension in the room as you sat back down next to Jon. Lois opened her phone, tapping the picture she took on Jon’s phone. “Superman introduces new heroes, Superboy and Superwoman” Lois read before putting the phone on the table for everyone to see.
You looked at her in shock. “Where in Rao’s name did you find this?” You asked, your head spinning. “On John Irons computer” Lois answered. She wasn't mad but almost upset. “I was a failed experiment at the beginning, so there was another, a twin clone. My brother Kon-El, Conner Kent. Even though we were twins, they spent more time developing him to grow up faster. While we both were technically five, he looked fourteen. He adapted quicker to having a parent in our life than I did. I was always the little sister, trying to keep up. Father killed him just before Superman turned.” You explained, holding back the tears, anger and grief.
You’ve gotten good at it, pretending your twin brother’s death didn’t face you. You're the woman of steel, you can’t break down. Not now, not ever!
#lois lane x kent!reader#jordan kent x sister!reader#jonathan kent x sister!reader#clark kent x daughter!reader#lois lane#clark kent#jordan kent#lara kal-el#kon-el#conner kent#kent!reader#lexcorp
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