Wow, itâs been for fucking ever. The past year and a half was absolutely exhausting and ended up putting my muse in a coma but I am back⌠kind of.
While I still have a special place in my heart for all the fan fiction Iâve written (and may still write), right now my passion is for my original works. This means that Iâm turning my focus to a new site that allows me to generate revenue for my writing (more on that in a bit).
This page will remain open, but my activity on it will most likely be limited to promoting the works of other fanfic writers in my circle. You will still be able to read most of my previous work here, though I will be removing a few fics and AUs to retool them for wider consumption.
I truly love everyone that has read my work and taken the time to let me know how much they enjoyed it, which is why Iâm not going on complete hiatus. Who knows, the muse may decide to dance with some of my babies again! And you are always more than welcome to come squee in my asks and DMs about your own faves, though it may take me a little longer to respond.
For my future writing, I have set up a new account dedicated to my original stories, as well as other slutty escapades of mine. Links to my subscription pages and stories will be available there. While most of my new work will require a subscription to read ($5 per month), I will be posting one or two free stories a month.
Thank you guys again for everything. I love and appreciate all of you so much and hope youâll follow me on my new little adventure!
Listed below are the fics and series that I will be relocating. They will remain active here until such time as I get them uploaded to the new site. Once they are crossed off, that will indicate they have been moved.
In the Pines ~ now on my new site as original fiction!
Vices Assemble
NLLYL - The City
Jake and Khaleesi
All of that Ultraviolence
Into the Silky Bed We Sigh
Sea Foam Woman on the Shore
When You Go Under the Waves, What am I Supposed to Say?
He Rules the Air and Turns the Tides ~ now on my new site as original fiction!
How Sweet it is When You Steal It
You and I were Forever Wild
You On Top and Me Underneath ~ now on my new site as original fiction!
Summary: Reader is kidnapped one afternoon by one of Lex Luthor's cronies. All because of his obsession with finding Superman.Reader finds out Clark is Superman
Warnings: kidnapping, angst
You heaved the last of the trash to the dumpster, letting out a exasperating sigh. You threw out your gloves and zipped up your coat continuing your closing duties.
When you finished you turned around to lock the door and walked towards your usual bus stop.
You messaged Clark told him you were on your way home. A man walked past you smoking his cigar that had an awful amount of smoke around him. You covered your mouth so you didn't breathe too much of it inâŚ.or so you thought.
You got dizzy from the stench, started to cough and then you passed out. The stranger put out his pipe. Pulled out his phone and started to call someone. Soon a van pulled up and the stranger and a few others carried you into the van and drove away.
Few hours laterâŚ.
You started to stir, your vision was blurry. You tried to move your hands but you couldn't for some reason. You tried the same for your feet but that didn't help either. Your heart rate picked up and you started panic.
Where were you? What happened? & Why can't you move?
No one else was in the room besides a man on the other side. He was bald like an egg and dressed professionally. He turned around with a mug in his hand.
"Your finally awake." He told calmly.
Your eyes darted around the room. You could see Metropolis through the tall glass windows in all its glory, the sun had just went down and the city twinkled with lights. It would have been pretty if you weren't being held captive right now.
The man walked towards you slowly he looked familiar somehow. Your brow furrowed and you looked around trying to piece together who it was. Your eyes landed on his mug LexCorp. You felt an instant shock of panic.
"You'reâŚLex Luthor, your on every screen in the city besides Superman."
Lex's eye twitched at your last words. But you didn't see it.
"I am and you areâŚ.Clark Kent's girlfriend."
"What does Clark have to do with you kidnapping me?" You asked. Trying to move against the restraints but failing miserably.
Lex moved even closer still sipping his tea.
"It's easyâŚClark Kent is the reporter that interviews Superman all the time. Maybe their even friends outside of work."
"And if they are I can you use as a trap, what will Clark do when you don't return home? Call Superman perhaps? I'm betting on it." Lex smiled evilly.
A chill ran down your spine. Lex finished his coffee and walked towards the door. Leaving you alone.
Clark told you about LuthorCorp once when he did an article with Lois. He was a suspicious rich guy that had it out for Superman like an obsession with trying to kill him. He had never succeeded.
Luthor probably could keep you here for hours if not days, so you tried to remember anything Clark even mentioned about Superman that would help you out of this.
You closed your eyes to think about the one time Clark told you about how he calls him. You took a few deep breaths in and out, in and out then you screamed as loud and as long as your stomach would let you. You hoped that Superman heard you.
Clark lifted his phone to his ear to call you he didn't get the usual "I'm home now." Text from you that you always sent if you had to close that night. He instantly dropped his phone when he heard screaming.
He knew that sound anywhere. He ran up the stairs of his apartment building stripping off his clothes reveling his suit and flew off across the sky like a lighting strike.
You were in trouble and he was going to make someone pay for that.
One of lex cronies tried to get you to drink some water out of a cup, you didn't trust it was water so you didn't bite.
"If it was poison you'd be dead by now."
You looked out through the windows again and saw a flash of red you grinned at the floor.
"What are you--?"
Suddenly there was a sound of rounds of gunshots all aiming for whatever was flying across the sky it kept missing its target.
"AIM BETTER, ITS JUST A DOG!!" you heard lex shout.
In the blink of an eye all the windows shattered and Superman was in the room. His hair fell perfectly on his face despite the frayed edges to his suit.
"I'm going to snap these off and we're get you out of here, ma'am."
You just sighed in relief as Superman crushed the restraints with just his hands. He then grabbed you carefully and took off back through the window.
You held on tightly to Superman. But realized how he held you, only one person knew how to hold you to avoid too much pressure on your back since you hurt it ages ago, Clark.
You had a massive realization. The man flying you through the sky right now was Clark.
Your lips trembled and tears went down your face.
"Ma'amâŚ.are you ok?" Superman asked.
"Just take me homeâŚClark." you mumbled.
Superman looked down instantly. You looked tired and worn out he opened and closed his mouth but said nothing. Landing at your front door.
"Honey, IâŚ" Clark started.
"YourâŚSuperman?" You disclosed. Tears were going down your face rapidly.
Clark shook his head. "Yes, I amâŚI wanted to tell you months agoâŚbut dangerous people were after me and I didn't want you to be in danger too!" Clark pleaded to you.
You wiped your tears on your sleeves. Your blood boiled, you felt hurt so you started shouting.
"Y-YOU LIED!" Your voice cracked.
Those two words made Clark pause. He went to reach for your arm and you stepped back away from him. Shaking your head no.
"GetâŚawayâŚfrom me." You seethed.
"HoneyâŚ" Superman cried out for you.
You picked up one of the soft decorations you'd put out for the holidays and threw it at him. Your eyes were bloodshot red, Tears were soaking your brown skin now onto your jacket in streams.
"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT, GETOUT!!!" you screamed frantically at the brightly caped hero.
Superman was crying too his tears landed on his suit as he floated away into the night.
You fumbled with your keys to get them in the door but once you finally got your door open you slid inside sliding down the wall in a fit of sobs the stress of the day taking you over.
Days later somewhere in MetropolisâŚ
The apartment was dark no lights were on the space littered with shoes, and clothes strewn about every which way. Papers were on the floor, it didn't look like it was cleaned in days. The tv was off, the radio was off. A vibrating noise was on the kitchen counter.
Clark had multiple missed calls from his coworkers. And messages that rolled on into days missed.
Jimmy: Where are you?
Lois: Clark? You haven't been at work in days what's going on?
Thousands upon thousands of miles away in the artic sat a magnificent spike fortress inside was a man crying his eyes out.
He knows he messed up big time. And possibly, no defiantly lost the woman he loved in the process. All because he was scared.
He laied on floor in tears looking up at the ice of the fortress eyes blurry from tears it looked like even the walls were crying. Superman rolled over into a ball sniffing and cried some more. While the icy wind blew outside.
Summary: Clark messed up really badlyâŚâŚhe didn't tell you he was Superman and now he's just like all the other terrible guys. during his grief he decides to just tell you about just being Superman. He shows up at your door hoping you'll answer the doorâŚ..one last time.
Warnings: Make Up Fluff
Clark shifted from foot to foot, open and closed his hands repeatedly, he took several deep breaths and before be decided this was a bad idea he rang the doorbell. He scratched his shirt suit underneath the last time he was here in his suit he felt like his heart stayed here ever since that night a month ago.
Had it really been a month? It felt like eons really.
He'd been working himself up the courage to do this finally for that past month, cause he couldn't move on, he couldn't just flyaway without letting you know the whole truth about him being Superman. You deserved better, he knew that.
You didn't expect anyone today during your stay-cation and especially not this early in the morning. You just finished your morning routine, your toothbrush hanging in your mouth. This was probably a newspaper boy insisting you get The Daily Planet to your doorstep yet again for the billionth time this month. The lad was persistent you'd give him that. You wrapped your exes hoodie around yourself you didn't want the cold to get in. You just worked up the warmth from your Yoga routine you were not going to let the winter air steal it cause of a prescient paperboy.
Your brown fingers reached the door handle and pulled it open.
"Look kid, IâŚ." You froze hand slack on the doorknob you definitely didn't expect to see the man you cried your eyes out for a month over standing in your doorway. You felt your chest pang a bit.
Clark's jaw about dropped on the floor. Mint, Coco butter and lavender filled his nose. He missed that smell around him, he missed the sounds you made when his lips would kiss your beautiful brown skin. He missed your lips on his. All the memories of him and you tangled together in this doorway either coming or going somewhere together, flashed in his mind.
The wind blew and you opened it further to usher Clark inside he went hesitantly. But idled in the hallway, you shut the door every word that you thought you'd say if you'd ever saw him again go out the window.
"Why are you here, Clark?" You asked softly.
Clark cleared his throat.
"I wanted to tell you the truth all of itâŚso you can move on from me." he disclosed.
You nodded gesturing for him to sit down on your couch. You placed your toothbrush back in the bathroom. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee and putting the kettle on for Clark. You brought the box of tea out for him he picked the same one: chamomile.
You sat cross legged on the floor taking a sip of your coffee and exhaled.
"Where are you from?" you started.
"A planet called Krypton."
"How did you get here to earth?" You continued.
"a ship that crashed in some cornfields in Kansas. Where I landed Ma and Pa raised me."
Your brows furrowed in curiosity.
"Martha and John KentâŚthey named me Clark so that's what i go by, instead of my birth name." Clark explained.
"Which is?"
"Kal-El."
"why Metropolis?"
Clark opened his mouth to answer just as the kettle stopped boiling. You pushed back your mug on the table and turned to get up from the floor and fetched the kettle and the massive potholder you put under it. Clark filled the mug that was your least favorite color in the whole cabinet that you had. It was the mug you gave to people that you didn't favor.
"I figured I could do the best here since its a big city. And being a journalist helps me with that too."
You asked Clark a bunch of more questions about his life and he told you everything honestly without hesitation.
You started to understand the complexities of Clark, and started to piece together your time that you had spent with him. Eventually, everything just clicked after hours spent talking.
"What are your powers?"
"Heat vision, x ray vision, wind breathâŚ" Clark started listening off.
"Who are your enemies?" You mumbled.
"UhâŚanyone or anything that wants to harm peopleâŚand the man that kidnapped you." He answers, taking a sip of his tea.
"How do you hide your identity?"
Clark smiled. Taking out his glasses.
"Their hypo glasses, so who ever looks can't make the connection that I'm Superman."
You chuckled at the ridiculousness of it. Then your heart started to pound quickly and your skin warmed like a tickling sensation as Clark rolled up his sleeves. You did not forget about those shirts Clark seemed to burst out of even though he tried to be small.
"One more thing I want to show you excuse me a moment." Clark got up dipped into your bathroom you heard a few rustling sounds and then he appeared in his bright red and blue suit undies on the outside and his cape draped like a curtain in your living room.
You looked at Clark and a tear went down your face. His eyes instantly looked concerned. Then a few fell. He reached for you and was surprised you held on to him. His arms instantly landing where you liked holding you tight.
Your braids sprawled across his suit, and your tears on them as well. He didn't want to cause you anymore pain, so he held you while you cried.
Your forehead rested on the symbol on his chest. And you realized you made a mistake, you weren't angry anymore. Clark told the truth every previous suitor you had lied somewhere so to know Clark who didn't changed the way you thought about him.
Clark looked down at you with remorse and tried to cement this moment in his head as the last time he would hold you. He breathed in the smell of you and the smoothness of your brown skin against his.
"Clark?" You whispered.
"Hm?"
"I'm sorryâŚfor what I said that night, I was terrified."
"I understand why you didn't tell meâŚyou are the most powerful person probably on this planetâŚand you bring people hope. I saw the news last week about that giant arm thing that attacked Metropolis & your friends the Justice gang." You wiped your tears on your sleeves. His blue eyes fixates on you while in his arms.
You traced the outline of the symbol on his chest then danced your fingers across his neck and to his face lovingly. And that's when your heart caught up with your brain.
"I'm crying because I'm an idiot andâŚI love you, Clark all of you, even Superman."
Clark smiled and leaned in to you lips capturing yours instantly. He wiped the tears on your face with his thumbs.
"I love you too, Honey. And I'm sorry I kept this away from you." Clark disclosed. When he pulled apart briefly.
"Will you forgive me?" Clark asked.
"Under two conditions." You told placing your finger on his nose for attention purposes.
Clark watched you to show he was listening.
"I want to see your fortress of solitudeâŚ"
You bit your lip next and Clark knew your next question would probably be very risque. When you whispered it in his ear his face turned bright red.
"Y-Yeah we can do thatâŚ" Clark said nervously.
"I know how to take stains out of anything." You mused.
"The yellow sun huh?"
"Yeah the sun in this universe gave me my powers it also heals me too. My cousin parties on planets with red suns so she can get wasted." Clark told.
You laughed. And Clark grinned from ear to ear even his eyes smiled at you.
Summary: Pauletteâs ex moved on a little too soon in her opinion, but damn does she have good taste in womenâŚ
Pairing: soft!dark!Paulette Atreides x black!Reader
Warnings: Attempted non-con, social media stalking, thatâs all I think for this part but let me know if I missed anything
A/n: mmm problematic rich girl Paulette yum yum yum this is my girl dinner. Toxic rich sorority girl Paulette my sunshine, my temptress. DNI minors, ageless and/or blank blogs, or serial-likers. I only want genuine interaction on my fics
It had been a couple months, so Paulette shouldnât have been as annoyed as she was. Chani had broken up with her⌠for kinda good reason. Her ex was a sensitive girly so Paulette figured after she had overheard her casual admission that the relationship wasnât going anywhere, wasnât serious, was just fun and something to do for now⌠yeah, thatâs the kind of thing Chani couldnât get over.
Paulette didnât feel any type of way about it, however, until she heard that it hadnât even taken three months for Chani to have moved on to someone else. Like, hello? Paulette was Paulette. Even if there hadnât been bad blood that caused the split, mourning the loss of her usually took her exes much longer. Didnât Paulette leave a bad taste in her mouth for relationships? For giving her heart away? Where were the trust issues? The trauma? The long healing process?
So needless to say as much as outwardly, Paulette pretended she hadnât eavesdropped to glean the little tidbit. But inside her irritation simmered.
As soon as Paulette entered her loft, she logged into her burner instagram account that still follows Chani. The latest post was exactly what she needed.
She couldnât tell who you were supposed to be in this photo. It was four girls posing for the picture and she recognized two of them as Chaniâs friends sheâd met before. Didnât look overly familiar with any of them. Paulette swiped left through the photo dump and by the time she reached the ninth, she was sure sheâd pegged who you were. Featured in more of the pictures than anyone else.
You were hot, like, objectively. Paulette wouldnât have figured you as Chaniâs type given the lack of similarities between you and herself. You lookedâŚ. Cutesy. Short, doe-eyed, silly. Maybe that was on purpose then? Surely, nothing about you would remind Chani of their not so distant past relationship.
Paulette pursed her lips, tapping her thumb on your tagged url. âJust as open as Chani,â she tsked as she was able to go straight to your public account and look at your backlog of photos. Only 190 posts over 8 years, what the hell was wrong with you? Paulette rolled her eyes as she put her phone face down, unfolded from the posh armchair and went to her wine rack. She selected her favorite Syrah and the proper glass for it. Her bottom lip cushioned the slightly tapered rim as she took a sip, let the familiar flavor spread over her tongue.
If she was going to pick apart your pictures, sheâd do it with a nice pleasant drink.
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Paulette frowned as her thumb swiped and swiped, trying to load more photos but her sluggish mind came to the reason for that. Sheâd reached the beginning of your damn account. No more pictures. Sheâd already studied all 194 posts. Why the fuck did you only have 194 posts?!
It frustrated her even though it made sense. Sheâd been able to paint a general picture of you over the lastâŚ. however many glasses ago sheâd started. The kind of introvert that blossoms with those youâre very close to. Love being included even if you donât participate. You collect stuffed animals at your grown age, God love you. Dressed more for comfort than for trends but⌠your style wasnât unpleasant. Suited you well actually. She saw hints of a figure under the comfy clothes you often chose and it irked Paulette. Why didnât you have way too much information on your instagram like everyone else your age?!
The wine glass clinked clumsily as she placed it a little too hard on the side table by her, her depth perception a little fucked.
She tipped the wine bottle that she had finally broken down and just brought over while looking at your Bahamas vacation pictures. NO BATHING SUIT PICS AT ALL by the way. Paulette had wanted to throw her phone when she just saw you smiling big at the camera in sundresses and landscape shots and fish and shit.
Fucking infuriating. Even more so when the Syrah dribbled out to barely half a glass. Paulette let her head fall back on the back of the armchair and groaned aloud.
Her thumb flew back over the screen, looking at the timestamp of your latest post. Two days ago. And.. four weeks ago before that?! You were practically off-grid!! What kind of pioneer, boomer shit was this?! How the hell was she expected to satiate her curiosity of you?!
Defeated and pissed, Paulette tossed her phone to the side. It was later than she usually started her night routine and the fact alone that she had wasted it on you left her even more grumbly. She showered and did her skincare routine before promptly crawling into bamboo sheets stark naked. Her head swam, circuitous curses of you and your ways. How were you an open book with so many blank pages?!
Paulette even dreamed of taking you apart that night.
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Eventually tired of just stalking your socials, Paulette does what she does best. She plots to get her way.
She meet-cutes you accidentally on purpose. Did it piss her off that you didnât know who she was? A little bit yeah. Seriously, what was up with Chani that she hadnât shown her current girlfriend/situationship/whatever the fuck pics of your ex?? Whatever, it worked out for her because she could start fresh on you.
Paulette didnât necessarily give you a fake name, but she doesnât introduce herself properly.
When you accidentally bumped into Paulette and she acted like it was hard enough for her to drop her fresh latte on the floor, youâd gasped and with a twang that was peculiarly pleasant and unexpected to hear after seeing your pictures, you apologized so profusely.
âHoney, Iâm so sorry! Fuck, Iâm clumsy as all get out. Did it get on you, hon? Are you burned?â
You couldnât get more polar opposite than Paulette. How was Chani with you?
But Paulette was a good actress, putting on a demure face of apology herself. âNo, itâs my mistake, I wasnât looking where I was going.â
âNo need to apologize at all! Let me get you another, please.â
You knelt to clean it up with Paulette, who was barely putting any effort into wiping it up herself. And when the barista asked for a name for the order, Paulette shot a coy look sideways and bit her lip on a grin.
ââHoneyâ. I, um, think I like the name Honey a lot.â
With a small fluster, you handed your card to the cashier. And something bloomed in Pauletteâs chest, in her lower belly.
Reluctantly, she had to admit: between herself and you, Chani actually had damn good taste.
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She never wanted to wear Chaniâs sports jerseys and old tshirts. Why the hell would she want to have on something so shapeless? And Paulette really didnât understand how you made it look hot. She likes you in this oversized shit but she wants to drape you in the silks and velvets and leather in her own closet. See diamonds on your throat, gold circling those wrists.
Soon sheâll dream of bite marks and bruises on your throat. Her fingers circling those wrists.
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Impatience wasnât a foreign feeling for Paulette. She was usually a lot better when she had a plot in the works. But you were unprecedentedly tempting.
Paulette was getting more possessive of you by the minute, so frustrated every time you mentioned Chani, so tired of having to share you. Tired of hiding that she wanted you.
Paulette was sure Chani knew about her, but only as Honey. Straddling the line between coy and brat, she refused to tell you her given name, saying she liked the nickname you inadvertently gave her better. Though, lately she really wanted to know what the southern drawl would do to her name if you actually said it. Itâd featured a few dreams and starred in a few fantasies when she zoned out in Statistics.
This was the first time you were both studying in your room as opposed to Pauletteâs place and Paulette was already regretting saying yes to you.
Was your side of the room perfectly fitting to how she had imagined? Absolutely. Cozy and lived-in and sickeningly cute stuffed animals on the bed and in a hammock pinned to the wall as well.
But you mentioned Chani one too many times. You werenât focusing enough on Paulette right in fucking front of you. Paulette had a plan, dammit. A seduction to steal you away from Chani and get you to sin so so deliciously with her. You were such a good girl. A sweet and giving friend and affectionate girlfriend. Paulette wanted that all to herself. She was itching for it. Sitting in your comfy lounge clothes looking too soft not to sink her teeth in. Loose and gabby from the hard seltzers. What was a girl to do?
She has you cornered on your bed as you tried to back away from her when Chani opened the door.
âChani!â You called, your voice wobbling pretty cutely. Dammit, Paulette wanted to hear more of that. She sighed as she sat back on her calves, turning unimpressed eyes towards Chani standing hurt, betrayed, fuming, speechless in the doorway.
Summary: You come home pissed off that bitch at work made your workday hell, so you come home and take it out on Clark.
Warnings: SubClark, Dom you. Teasing, hair pulling, Clark begging, whining, good boy.
A/N: I had fun with this im ngl. đ
Words: 1,375
Your hands were gripping wheel as you drove home, teeth clenching and you were fuming. You were angry and rightfully so. One of your coworkers just under minded you all day today. At every turn she made you look dumb during the lunch meeting. She almost caused what should have been an HR violation last month to happen yet again. And to top it all off she just gave you an attitude all day, UGH you despised her.
You pulled into the garage grabbed your work bag, your coat, and your house keys. Shutting off the car. Pushing the button to shut the garage and through the door.
Clark was editing on the kitchen counter on his laptop. As soon as you slammed the door he saw the anger on your face. That could only mean one thing.
"She-who-must-not-be-named?" He asked.
"YES!" you growled out of anger.
You put down all your stuff on the bench and you ranted to Clark about what happened today at your job. When you were finished Clark closed his laptop and took off his glasses. Coming up to you placing his hands around your waist.
"You aren't stupid by any means your one of the smartest people I know." Clark told as he kissed your forehead, Clark continued to tell you all the reassurances that he usually does.
"Hey baby?"
You hummed acknowledging him.
"How about you, tell me what to do will that make you feel better?" Clark asked.
You looked up at him. Those big blue eyes staring at you, his hands holding you softly. You could picture it now. You smiled.
"ok Clark, are you willing to do everything?" You quirked.
"Yes."
"YesâŚwhat?" you demanded.
"Yes, ma'am."
"good boy." you smirked.
Clark looked at you backing away waiting for your instruction.
You took his hand and led him upstairs. Pulling his neck down towards you. Your lips grazing against his, he mewled.
You pushed him back a bit. Even though he could definitely pick you up with ease.
"On your knees." You instructed.
He knelled on the ground. His concentration never leaving yours.
"Help me undressâŚ"
Clark undid your belt, unzipped your pants, slid them down your waist. He mewled your brown thighs this close to his lips and he wanted to kiss them so bad. But you'd be mad if he just lunged for them, so instead he asked. Like the good boy he was trying to be.
"Can I kiss your thighs ma'am?" Clark asked sucking his bottom lip in anticipation.
"yes, baby you may." you kicked your pants away. As he grabbed your legs and kissed your legs leaving sloppy kisses everywhere he could reach.
Clark could smell you getting wet. He groaned. Kneading your ass and legs. He whimpered when he felt your hands in his hair. His cock twitched.
"Good boy, I think you deserve a reward." You spoke sultrily as you pulled down your underwear.
"Oh yesss" Clark moaned out loud. His fingers curled around the edges of your undies and slipped them off in one swoop. Clark pulled apart your legs slowly and opened his mouth tongue curling around into your pussy, just how you liked it.
Your breath hitched as your hands landed on his shoulders for grip while he ate you out. Your moans rang in his ears as he licked and sucked.
"mmmâŚgood boy." you praised.
You gasped a bit as you felt his cold breath blow against your clit. You laughed. One of the many props of dating Superman was that getting hot during sex wasn't a problem Clark could literally cool you down wherever you wanted him to.
Clark's moans got louder as his skin heated up, he felt his cock getting harder against his pants. He groaned and mewled quietly.
Suddenly you felt the wall behind you, no wait that was the ceiling. You tapped Clark.
His eyes opening blown out in lust looking at you. He moved his face away from your pussy. Looking up at you then he saw your hair smashed into the ceiling.
"S-SorryâŚI got excited."
"It's Ok baby, not the first time you've levitated during this." You cooed.
"but you are gonna have to pay for this."
Clark whined.
"Put me down, now." you commanded.
Clark levitated you both down to the floor once again.
You took off your own shirt and slipped off your bra.
"You can look but not touch just yet." You teased.
Clark's hands opened and closed getting warm as he looked at your breasts another favorite part of your body he loved. He could suckle your nipples all day and night and never get tired of them.
You scratched them, pulled your own nipples and scratched the under boobage, moaning and sighing.
Clark was looking wide eyed as you played with your boobs right in front of him. His brain might as well have stopped thinking. His mouth fell open slowly as his eyes took you in.
Clark groaned out loud, his cock was getting hot he could feel it against his thigh. If he could just pump it a few while watching you he'd be set. But you wouldn't allow that.
"Oh, I almost forgot. Take all that off." you motioned to all of Clarks clothes.
Clark didn't have to be told twice. He undressed and stood still for further instructions. His cock sprang out, its tip was red and throbbing as drops of pre cum came out.
You looked at your good boy he was red both on his chest and his cock and it made you smile.
"ready for your punishment?"
"yes, ma'am." Clark responded obediently.
"Lay down and dont cum till i tell you to."
Clark gulped, and whined as he crawled to lay down on the bed you shared.
You laid beside him. Looked at his pitiful face and smirked, it was diabolical what you were about to say.
You dangled your fingers in front of his lips.
"Suck them, baby."
Clark's tongue lapped and sucked around your fingers. He drooled on your fingers making sure they were nice and wet for whatever you were going to do with them next. You pulled them out and placed them between your folds going in and out of your pussy.
"Watch me cum." You told staring at Clark.
His mouth opened up letting out a long groan.
"OhâŚbabyâŚma'am. You look so sexy right now. mmmf" Clark responded. He remembered he had to hold his cum in and chewed on his lip again as he watched you get yourself off.
Soon you came on your fingers and pulled them out. Clark opened his mouth ready to receive your fingers.
Which you put in his mouth and watched him suck all your cum off of them in one slurp.
Clark moaned loudly.
"Such a good boy." You cooed.
"Yes, ma'am." Clark spoke through baited breaths.
"Help me sink down on your cock, hands up baby."
Clark obeyed.
You slid down his cock slowly. Both of you moaning out loud. You guided his hands to your hips. You started slowly moving up and down on his hard cock. You mewled. your pussy squeezed him, and it felt so good to have him inside you.
Clark grunted, groaned and moaned as you bounced on his cock.
"mmm, you feel so good ma'am." He laughed in-between grunts.
You pussy was slapping against his cock as he was lost in the feeling of your hips on top of him. He was moaning in a pattern a "golly" slipping between his lips with every bounce. You went faster hitting every spot that you wanted to feel him in. The tension of the day melting away with every bounce.
"Clark You feel so fucking good!" you screamed.
"Be a good boy and cum for me." You demanded.
Clark griped your brown skin and thrust up into you from the bottom taking the breath out of you.
Clark spilled in you with a series of loud moans and your name somewhere in there too. You came together in one loud moan.
You collapsed on top of Clark. Smiling and giggling.
Summary: Crown Him is sure to be the next big HBO hit series. Now, if the leading man could just not fall in love with his co-starâŚ
A/n: warning RPF but its my own version of TimothĂŠe cuz to be fr I dont follow him anymore. Also I started writing this like 4 years ago and I dont wanna wait to finish Crown Him first to start posting it and honestly? This may help me finish. Anyhoozles, cocoa-typical loverboy loserness ahead. Also I dont know how acting and auditioning goes and tbh I dont care. Itâs gonna go how it needs to go for the purpose of my writing lol. Refer to this post to know who is casted for which roles. In this fic, the male Persephone character is named Kore and the female Hades character is Aidoneus. As is the âsource materialâ this fic is No Minors Allowed. It is also not blank blog or ageless blog friendly and is serial-liker-phobic.
His knee was going a mile a minute and he wished it would listen to him when he told it to stop. Itâd only pause momentarily until he looked up and saw who was across the table from him and the anxiety kickstarted the bouncing again. At least it wasnât his pen tapping a poignant beat into the air between them.
Itâs not even like they were the only two at the table. He was actually in the middle of a conversation if you could believe it. TimothĂŠe thought he was doing a decent job at hearing just enough of what Rebecca was saying to keep the topic flowing.
âWhy are you nervous?â
Apparently not.
He decided to play dumb instead. He was an actor. âWhy would you think Iâm nervous?â
She just gave him a little grin as she looked pointedly at his leg and back to his face. He made a conscious effort to plant his heel on the floor. Sending it down into the dirt the way Kore would do it to ground himself. See? Method acting.
âWho is it here that has you nervous?â She asked, leaning in with intrigue glittering her eyes.
âRebecca, pleaseâ,â he scoffed lightly, rolling his eyes a bit.
âCome now, you can tell Mother anything.â That he giggled at without restraint. Here they were at another casting table, going for roles that would place them back in mother-son dynamics. They grew close over their last one, and he knew itâd no doubt carry into this one should all go well today in test screens. Actually, TimothĂŠe had no problem telling her who was affecting him so. Itâs just that he had a problem telling her who was affecting him so. Because the person was much too close to utter her name without drawing her attention. Just⌠so fucking close.
TimothĂŠe could admit he crushed a lot. He had an attraction to down-to-earth people who were good at their craft, good-looking and made him laugh. Well he met a lot of people who checked those boxes in his line of work. So having a crush on a coworker was inevitable. Itâd happened before. He got over them. He moved on. Didnât even make any true moves.
And the same would be said for this project.
Kaye de Sidra was undeniably pretty. She was funny, very casual, and loved the hell out of acting. TimothĂŠe had watched quite a few of her interviews. Ever since her break on the Netflix movie Something About Betty opposite Jacob Batalon, it hadnât been hard to keep up with the moves she was making.
He had watched it himself, thoroughly enjoying the fluffy movie as a feel-good, romantic comedy that he could see himself watching again. Kaye had been so cute, playing a high school girl that bonded with Jacobâs character over their mutual love of a classmate. The twoâs feelings turned towards each other however, predictably. But the movie itself was plenty engaging and fun. And the chemistry of the leads was sensational, prompting one earlier interviewer to joke if Jacobâs relationship with his longtime girlfriend was in danger.
Kaye had shut the interviewer down in the sweetest and most undeniable way possible. No other interviewers on their press tour asked after that.
Over that string of interviews, TimothĂŠe felt like he got a good feel for her as a person. She was kind and professional but firm and loyal. Her bubbly character in SAB seemed to perfectly match her natural personality. Absolutely stunning but preferred to keep her public attire more understated with a dash of kooky flair rather than the sex appeal that was usually aimed for on red carpets. Something many people commented on due to her developing a close friendship with Zendaya.
If it seemed like TimothĂŠe knew a lot about her, thatâs because he does. An embarrassing amount now that sheâs right across a conference table from him. He had been trying not to look at her or think about her birthday coming up or that half a London Fog was probably in the coffee cup in front of her or the dogs she probably called âI love youâ out to when she left her apartment that morning. TimothĂŠeâs crush was already out of hand and they hadnât even officially met yet.
So he shot Rebecca a text. Just a simple message with her name. She looked at the message and then turned wide, excited eyes back to him.
The goddess herself?? Was the text he received back.
Yes. TimothĂŠe knew itâd be hard. But he could be professional. He may be smitten by Kaye but he still respected her enough to put work first. He could be polite and hope it turned into a nice casual friendship or at the very least an amicable work relationship. Someone he could network with and through. He could beâ.
Her eyes met his, brown like the loam of a healthy garden, Kore would think. She smiled at him, a sunny little curve of full lips.
âYou excited?â Kaye asked.
âYeah,â he breathed.
âItâll be fun,â she declared, and he believed her. Like she was already a goddess and a queen and he was compelled to her decrees. Then sheâs looking down at her phone to answer a call.
âMommykins, I'm at a work thing⌠Okay, yeah.. Yeah Iâll call you after. Love you⌠Bye!â
She was⌠criminally cute.
A goner. TimothĂŠe could be a goner.
He was so used to seeing Kaye cute and bubbly that when she got intense and morose for the role it stole his breath. And he identified a lot with Kore, looking at Aidoneus and being struck by her air. Being drawn into the orbit of something that magnificent, uncaring if the gravitational pull spelled ruin. He could see why Kore craved the pressure of her presence like a weighted blanket. He could see why Kore wanted to reach out and touch.
Summary: we go back to where the flame caught fire
Pairing: Fire We Make!Laurie Laurence x black!reader
Warnings: noncon smut, a smidgen of rope play, truly the consequences of someone getting into bdsm with none of the context or understanding. Let me know if I missed anything I need to add
A/n: shoutout to @imnotoverlyobsessive because I saw your ask about wips and as I was going through, I noticed this one was just a paragraph or two away from finally completing!! Itâs also the prequel to one of your faves I think. Hope you enjoy! no minors, ageless or blank blogs, or serial-likers, DNI or you will be blocked
If there was one thing anyone with eyes could tell, it was that Theodore Laurence was head over heels for Jo March.
He was an endearing boy, if not a bit odd. An eccentric and folks around town would blame his European blood in priggish, hushed tones.
A secret fan of Edgar Allan Poe, his eyes had been eerily fixed on you as you recited Annabel Lee aloud one day, with Beth lamenting that you would not read the more flowery Romantic poems Laurie always had handy. He seemed to quietly agree with you.
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If there was one thing Laurie had found out, it was that you were most definitely not a lady. Not a proper one anyway.
He had seen it with his own two eyes. When a couple of neâer-do-wells had catcalled you, you hadnât blushed and blustered. Before Laurie could step in, you had flung an apple at one of their heads, cussing them like a sailor as you forcefully suggested that they scram. And ducking your produce projectile, they did.
It had felt like a match had been struck inside him. The faint smell of sulfur and smoke clouding his mind for a moment. You were even more intriguing than he thought. Vulgar in an astonishingly refreshing way. Even as unconventional as Jo was, he'd never heard her use such words, never allowed herself to be so blatantly intimidating. It captivated him. It bewildered him. It aroused him.
Laurie had remained hidden from your sight that day, harboring inside him this little secret of your delicious impropriety.
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âLet us play pirates!â declared Jo one autumn afternoon. It was a glorified game of hide and seek mixed with elements of tag and roleplay. You, Meg and Amy fled into the woods giggling as Jo and Laurieâ apologiesâ as Captain Timberlegs and her first mate Stefan Swashbuckle gave them a head start.
A rope came down around you and you were gently yanked back. With unsteady feet, you fell backwards into a chest and a low chuckle rumbled under it. âGot you,â Laurie murmured in a low playful voice.
You breathed a tremulous laugh yourself. âLaurie, you about scared the daylights out of me!â
He only hummed. And tightened the rope around your torso and arms oh so slightly. âYou look pretty like this.â He murmured absently before releasing you. Your throat went dry but he laughed boisterously as he pushed you forward towards the clearing.
âNow! Yar be gettinâ to the brig aâfore my capân makes you walk the plank!â
âGot another one, Mr. Swashbuckle?â Jo called out in her rough, theatrical man-ish voice.
âOh, aye,â he said, the silly words at contrast with the wicked gleam in his eyes as he backed away from you and towards her voice. âGot a fine addition to our captives. Ransom her for a pretty penny, methinks.â
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Laurie had never been able to conjure a concrete image when he masturbated. Never Joâs face, heaven forbid. He couldnât place her on the receiving end of all the depraved predilections he wanted to try out. But as he started stroking himself, imagining a woman knelt at his feet, your face came easily. And so did he soon after.
Laurieâs head and emotions had been in a bit of turmoil lately. His thoughts would swirl rhapsodic and fanciful with fantasies of a future with Jo then razed with sordid and vulgar fantasies of you. Back and forth theyâd go, dragging emotions of guilt and then absolution, desire and penance along with them. It was cyclical and foolish.
You perched like the raven above the chamber door of his mind, a constant reminder of his deep, unadulterated want of you. Heâd never felt anything like it, an ache that lingered like the scorch of a burned hand. And likewise, times of your absence did not dull the yearning. The hand remembered the flame. So too did he remember the way you looked bound in the ropes scorched in his brain like a brand. His hands itched to recreate the moment. Laurieâs hunger for you could not be assuaged. You were the oxygen to the embers inside him.
As a man, itâs important to be honest and forthright with yourself if no one else. And the honest truth was that he loved Jo. But he wanted you. And like a reward, a prize for his maturity, the simple answer to his problem became abundantly clear. The two things could be true, his love for one and desire for another. He could have both.
Itâd be perfect! He could have his fun with you, mollify those dark desires so that when he and Jo were wed, he could leave all the delicate lovemaking for their marriage bed. Heâd have his outlet. It would be you.
And his grandfather provided him the perfect opportunity to realize his dream. Getting Jo to fall in love with him was still in progress, but you? Oh, he could have you as soon as Christmas.
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Nearly the entire town was in the Laurence home on Christmas night. The chance to revel and celebrate on a rich manâs dime was too good a deal for most to turn up. There was a feast of food and scores of wine bottles, high-end champagnes and reds that slurred speech. Eggnog topped with brandy, three turkeys and a ham, and all manners of holiday cookies, cakes, and pies ensured that all would be dulled to distraction. Someone settled at the piano and began a lively rendition of the Twelve Days of Christmas and Laurie decided it was as good a time as any to seek you out.
When he found you, heat pooled in his lower belly. Stunning. You were stunning in the light of the Christmas candles on the tree, glass-blown baubles of green and red reflected in your dark eyes. Fire was so becoming on you. Fitting. The dark flame in him, the one that hissed and spat unruly in you, what would happen if the two were combined? He thinks itâd burn bright. A new glorious thing that can only be achieved through each other.
And for all the people in the manor, it was still too easy to get you alone. He lured you upstairs by suggesting a recitation of a wintery Poe poem. And his destination: his grandfatherâs study, off-limits to the partygoers. Snowflakes pushed along by gusty winds outside and the faint sound of Christmas carols being sung downstairs and the creaking of the oak door. The latch of a lock that Laurie turned behind his back as you perused the shelves with wide, curious eyes. Your finger brushed the spine of a book so delicately Laurie felt a shiver run down his own.
He switched off the main light and though he couldnât see you, he heard your skirts swish as you turned to him.
âLaurie? Was that you? Whyâd you do that?â
A little grin came to his face at the panic you tried to hide in your voice as he lit a kerosene lantern. âSetting the mood.â
âTh-the mood?â
He hummed in agreement, clearing a space on the coffee table and turning the flame up just a hair more. But his sight was adjusting now and he could see the way you were nearly pressed against the bookshelf. He chuckled as he moved towards you. He stopped just toe to toe with you and reached over your head grabbing an anthology of Poeâs works he knew by the color of the binding alone.
âDonât tell me youâre afraid of the dark, Y/n.â His voice pitched low in a murmur. You swallowed and frowned the tiniest bit.
âNo. Iâm not.â
He smirked as he turned back around with the book in hand, sitting on the loveseat. âThen come here, you canât read the poem from over there, silly.â
You walked with measured steps, though not from lack of sight. Perhaps, it was rather a lack of insight that made you tread so carefully. Could you read him? Could you see what heâd begun to feel for you? Even so, you still ventured ever closer until you sat beside him. The crunch of your silk velvet skirt sounded as it met the jacquard cushion. Laurie held the book aloft between you.
âSee? This is the mood. Poe by candlelight, the snowy wind against the windowpane. Thereâs something particularly⌠passionate about winter time, I think.â
âPassion? Itâs nothing but cold and stark white and the horrid brown of muddy snow.â
Laurie chuckled. âWhereâs your eye for romance? Thereâs the green of pines, the red of cardinals, the fuchsia of Megâs new scarf,â he added just for your small scowl to soften into a conspiratorial grin, âand⌠the bright orange of a fire. If thereâs nothing else to winter, thereâs always the thrill of finding ways to warm up.â
He kissed you then, dropping the book with a thud to cup your face in his hands. Your little hands gripped at his wrists as you wrenched backwards, but just that small taste of you had fanned the flames inside him. He was going to let them consume him, consume you both.
âLaurie, what are you doing?!â
âGetting my Christmas wish,â he murmured as he recaptured your lips, tilting so that you both fell backwards with him on top.
âI should have brought rope. Or perhaps maybe one of the silk ribbons from a present downstairs. This is the only one Iâll need this year.â
âLaurie, stop! Iâll scream!â
But you both heard the commotion downstairs, the howling of the frightful weather outside. You knew as well as him that all the adults were drunk and all the children high on sugar. And so he grinned at you, slow and indulgent.
âGo ahead, dear.â
Your face scrunched, a little fear at the futility creeping in. You looked like you might cry. He almost moaned at the thought and moved his lips to your neck. God, he hoped you would.
Laurie didnât need you naked, not tonight. No, he just needed sweet, blessed, connection. His hands ran over the white stockings you wore, groaning at the feel of your warm soft thighs underneath. He pressed a finger at the seam of the crotch and ripped. Your little protests and hands pushing at him only made this more fun with every bit of you gained. He smiled at the thought of conquering you. And the even more arousing thought was that you⌠you seemed to want this too.
Because, heâs seen how you handle men you donât like, right? Youâre not fighting him like that, no your voice is soft as you fight tears, as you tell him no and stop, as you whimper his name. No, this is other. This is something just between you and him. A new and special dynamic.
A virgin still, Laurie felt confident yet in taking care of you. He had learned some things away at college, seen some things and heard even more but never took part himself. At first he was saving himself for Jo, but that never felt quite right. Perhaps he was saving this all for you. Celestial bodies were aligning so your fleshly bodies could do the same this night.
Laurie had heard that a manâs first time inside a woman could be abrupt. But he had prepared for this, edging and pushing himself to last longer and longer alone in his bed with thoughts of you. He didnât want to snuff out this first burning with you prematurely.
There was nothing that could have prepared him for entering you. So warm and wet and inviting despite your restless form, your restraining hands.
Your bodies joined and rejoined noisily, your figures half-hidden by the flickering light of the kerosene lantern, the room dark and dull otherwise. But the fire feeds as if from him and his new lover, as if the friction you make together allows its flame to climb higher. Laurie doesnât need to see anything but you. Just you and the fire you make together.
With a shudder and a choked sob, you climaxed and Laurie was almost undone just as immediately. You were already so deliciously tight, your walls contracting as you bucked and pushed at him. But oh, when you came and that snug fit got a new wave of wetness, a rhythmic grip as you fell apart under him⌠Laurie drew on unknown strength to keep still, to hold his own euphoria at bay.
As your talonned grip on his upper arms subsided, Laurie gently pulled out. He groaned at the loss, but rallied, and sat you up while he knelt on the cushion. What a vision you were, cheeks ruddy and wet from tears and exertion, still panting as your lashes fluttered. Your virginal blood on his cock and a bit smeared on the innermost layer of your skirts. Laurie cupped your cheek and thumbed through the tear-stained tracks. Then he took himself in hand with the other.
âJust hold your lips like that and mind your teeth, Iâll take care of the rest. And when I give you my spend youâre going to swallow it, like a good girl. Understood?â
Summary: Clark comes home from work and wants you.
Warnings: SMUT yaâll, but itâs Clark loving you in the process too cause why not? , Honey is Clarkâs nickname for you. Oh meantions of a toy as well. I almost forgot. An All Time Low song inspired this its the same name as the one shot. Established relationship
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Clark pulls his regular clothes back on and takes the walk home to you. He's had a rough day and nothing sounds more relaxing like melting into your arms for the night. The closer he gets to home the more of the world he tunes out to just focus on you. The steady rhythm of your heartbeat. He smiles taking the elevator up to his floor to the door.
He can smell the aroma of whatever your cooking through the door. He opens the door puts his briefcase on the floor.
"Honey, I'm home." He announces.
You come out of your shared bedroom and Clark's face opens up into smile as you glide up to him. He wraps his arms around you hugging you tightly. You coed at him.
"Rough day?" You asked.
"Kind of." He whispered.
You pulled apart slowly pecking him on the lips.
"Tell me about it over dinner."
Clark's eyes lit up.
"What's for dinner this time?" He asks while taking off his boots.
"chicken curry."
Clark hums deeply. You definitely heard that one. And smile at him. It was one of his favorites that you made. You and Clark fell into your evening routine. Talking about your day and whatever other shenanigans you two had, while eating dinner. When dinner was finished, leftovers put away, dishes were put in the dishwasher.
Clark sauntered up to you leading down to kiss the nape of your neck that your shirt exposed. You grinned softly.
"Claaaaark." You dragged out his name as his hands caressed lower past your waist. He continued kissing you only lifting his lips once just to pull your face to his lips. And you melted into him. Clark felt a warm sensation in his chest then to his cock. He hummed happily.
You felt your skin getting warm the more Clark used his hands to roam all his favorite spots on your beautiful brown skin. You opened your mouth letting Clark's tongue wander as he pleased. You whined softly. Feeling your core tremble, your heart speed up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started sucking on his tongue softly.
Clark's hands gripped your thighs squeezing them twice gently and you jumped while he wrapped your legs around his waist. He started floating towards your shared bedroom. You two were so wrapped in each other, you didn't know Clark had placed you on the bed till you felt the flannel sheets on the back of your legs.
Clark chuckled when he tried to pull away to undress cause you would not let go.
"You wanna do it?" Clark spoke sultrily.
"yeah." You whispered.
Clark keeled in between your legs at the foot of the bed. You smiled sweetly at him running your hand though his black curls. His blue eyes fluttered shut in pleasure and he groaned quietly. You placed your hands on his back looking for the zipper on the back of his suit. Once you found it your fingers traced down his spine. Pulling the zipper along
Clark's traced your jawline with his lips all the way to your ear. He nibbled on your ear before whispering.
"tease." He told you.
You giggled.
Once you got to his lower back Clark started to pull off the top part of his suit, and stepped out of his pants too. Then he dived back in kissing you. His hands were flirting with the hem of your shirt. You broke apart your kiss to pull your shirt off out of annoyance. He chuckled.
Clark looked at you sincerely and spoke.
"May I?" you followed his eyes that were gazing at your nipples in anticipation.
"yes, Clark you can." Clark opened his mouth and suckled on your brown nipples. Flicking his tongue over one.
You hummed in pleasure while his mouth and tongue played with them, his other hand grazing up your sides to the other nipple. You rocked your hips a little while he played with your chest. You scratched his hair and heard him groan and whine. When he was finished playing with your nipples, Clark's lips kissed you slowly,
He moved down the bed to your boxers. Looking back up at you waiting for permission.
"Green light, baby."
Clark smiled, curling his fingers into your boxers and pulled them down inch by inch.
Clark caressed your legs while softly kissing down them to your core, where he took a big inhale of your smell before diving in.
"Clark!" you moaned while he lapped like a man enjoying his favorite sweet. You felt his tongue playing with your core. Twisting in between your lips, massaging your hole with his tongue, and licking from hole to lips and back. He tapped your clit with the tip of his tongue while eating. Making you throw your head back in pleasure and moan.
Clark's cock twitched at all your delicious sounds and he felt it against his leg. His face was heating up he probably looked like a tomato right now but didn't care. Your moans combined with your heart racing were fueling his desire to make you cum even if he came in the process. He didn't care he wanted to make you feel good.
When your hands stopped gripping the sheets and moved into his hair he shivered and moaned lewdly. Blood rushed to his cock, He loved when you touched his hair it was a dangerous move sometimes but it always brought him to his knees in pleasure.
You back arched off the bed and you felt the twisting sensation in your lower belly the feeling racing higher and higher. Clark pulled you in closer to his mouth he knew you were close and wanted to lick it all up. He licked your clit a couple more times, then you moaned loudly in relief. Gripping on to Clark's hair as you climaxed. He held on slurping up all your cum and held your legs so you didn't kick him by accident, it happened the first time y'all were intimate.
Your legs went limp once you were finished. You watched Clark still hold on to them kissing your inner thighs.
"Gosh, I love your legs Honey." Clark told sighing dreamily.
You took a deep sigh. Watching your man of the past several seasons be obsessed with your body. His blue eyes looked like safires burning in the dim light. He was mesmerized by you. You bit your lip watching his muscles flex as he crawled up your bed to lower his lips and make out with you slowly. Tasting yourself on his tongue turning you on. His legs tangling with yours. Your hands caressed each other bodies as you kissed. You broke the kiss to breathe then your eyes grew wide.
You stared at Clark he was blushing red from his chest to his cheeks with a smile on his face.
"Can you feel what you do to me?" Clark whispered.
"DamnâŚsomeone's excited." you whispered.
Clark just smiled holding on to your back and rolling you both over so he was on the bottom. He held his arms up so you had something to hold on to while you slid down his cock.
"OoOohâŚgoshâŚbabyâŚyou feellâŚmmm." Clark moaned.
You were surprised every time you slid on his cock that something that big could fit inside you. Clark was the reason you got rid of most of your toys cause he was the perfect big size for you. So to say you were a little excited every time he made bedroom eyes at you; you were thrilled to say the least.
You placed your hands on Clark's pecks while his hands squeezed your ass. You started to ride him softly at first till you found your rhythm. Moaning in pleasure at his cock stretching you in all the right places. Clark matched your rhythm. He was defiantly strong enough to hold you up, when your legs got tired. He was in heaven right now moaning out praises to you. As he watched your boobs jiggle, your legs flex, and your ass shake as you rode him.
"F-Fuck ClarkâŚ." You mewled.
"you look beautiful right now, honey." Clark complimented.
Both of your faces opening to moan, whine, and whisper praises to the other.
You chuckled enjoying the ride. You started to slow down when your legs got tired, you signaled to him. Clark grunted rolling over again on his side draping your leg over his backwards and thrusting into you just the way you liked it. He groaned and nearly came watching your face contort in pleasure as is cock massaged your walls sideways.
Clark's arm reached under the pillows to hold your hand. His lips lazily pecking your shoulder and back.
He moaned in a pattern getting lost in the feeling of thrusting his cock into you.
Your hand connected with his under the pillows.
You enjoyed the symphony of noises Clark released. He grunted moaned and mewled inside you. You praised him on the way.
"mmmâŚClarkâŚyess"
"ooo right there baby mmmfâŚ." you praised.
"You take me so wellâŚ.."
"G-Golly, You're perfectâŚ."
You gasped and moaned his name, as you felt his cock throb. Clark's face contorted in ecstasy as you talked to him.
Your hands held onto each other in your favorite spots while Clark kissed your hands, neck, shoulders anything his lips could reach was kissed even if he already did so. Clark groaned when his cock was squeezed by your walls. Then he groaned or moaned you couldn't tell which. His thrusts started to slow down, then you played around with his hair and squeezed his hair.
"Good golly, honeyâŚ.I'm gonnaâŚ" Clark mewled lowly. As he climaxed, squeezing your waist, and moaning, grunting, his way though his orgasm. You felt his cum fill you up.
Clark was breathing fast like he flew all the way across the world and back. When he caught his breath, he kissed you playfully starting to move to pull out but you held on not allowing him to do so. You smiled softy and so did he.
"You want to sit in my lap or stay like this?" Clark asked.
"In your lap." you murmured. Both you and Clark separated for a moment to adjust. his cock still hard while you sat down again this time right in front of his face. You loved the face he made whenever you two did this one. It was one of his favorites cause he could see your face no matter what up close and personal. Clark held your legs as they wrapped around him. he put his forehead against yours then started to rock you both slowly.
"Dinner was delicious, honey." Clark whispered.
You chuckled.
"How's dessert treating you?"
Clark locked lips with you and nibbled on your lip for a while before kissing you passionately again for the hundredth time this night.
You smiled on his lips knowing the answer without words shared between you.
You rubbed your hands down Clark's spine, while he massaged your shoulders, all while you gazed at the other tuned into the others bodies. Your bodies were reacting to each other by just your hands and you both enjoyed every minute of it. Clark felt your hands grip his back so he grabbed something out from under the pillowâŚsoon you felt the tiny vibrator against your clit. Clark mewled as it vibrated against him too. Your head fell in the crook of his neck and your hands went back to his hair and gripped.
"OHHHH!!" You both moaned loudly as you came pressed against each other for the last time. In a sensation that made both of your bodies shiver. Once Clark softened he pulled out grunting softly. He smiled through his orgasmic haze. While you took a deep exhale. Relishing in the feeling.
Moments later Clark pulled the blankets over you two. He kissed your shoulders as he nestled down behind you while you two spooned.
Warnings: dubcon, edging, use of remote controlled toy
A/n: last @writeformesinpie yandere prompt blurb for the night! Just was on a roll of finishing up and making banners for a few of them tonight. No minors, ageless or blank blogs
Harry sighed, disappointment tingeing the sound as he pushed up from the armchair and walked to a drawer.
âNo pleaseâ!â
He snapped and wagged his index finger, calling for your silence without a word. He opened the first drawer, the one hardest for you to even peek and guess what was inside, and withdrew a device you hadnât seen yet. You squeezed your thighs together, reflexively, but Harry seemed to take a savage delight in wrenching them apart.
âHarry, Iâ.â
âMm mm. No more talking. You had your chance. You chose silence. Now remain so.â
He pressed the little oval into your cunt. You squirmed and hissed and whined and thrashed as best you could. But in no time, Harry was pushing the toy in as far as he could, his thumb sinking in to the knuckle.
âIâm really not such a bad guy, Y/n. But if you wonât take care of yourself I will be forced to do it for you.â
He picked up a small device with minimal buttons on it and stalked back to his armchair at the foot of the bed. He sank back into his previous lounge, legs spread wide as his arms rested on the high rests. One thumb pressed a button and your body jerked in surprise, a gasping moan falling unbidden from your open mouth. The other thumb twirled the ring on his middle finger round and round to preoccupy it from wandering. You werenât the only one he was edging.
âThere. Iâm sure playing with yourself wonât be so hard a task to follow now, hm? Now, get to it.â
Pairing: soft!dark!Maren Yearly x black!reader; mentioned soft!dark!Lee x black!reader
Warnings: being collared, slightest mention of puppy play maybe? Sure. Also mention of wrist restraints
A/n: another blurb inspired from a prompt on @writeformesinpieâs yandere list! No minors, no blank blogs, no ageless blogs
Maren and Lee have been subtly competing for your attention. He gifts you bracelets, two bangles with an interesting interlocking design on them. Maren gifts you a choker. Itâs beautiful and as you admire it in the mirror, you finally notice the swirling motif in the center oval at your throat isnât just abstract filigree.
Itâs an M.
The realization is echoed by the near silent click of a latch at the back of your neck. You feel Marenâs knuckles follow the curve of your side and hip before the fist tightens and jerks down, causing the choker to obstruct your airway for a brief moment as gold set diamonds press into your skin.
âLee thinks heâs so clever with these bracelets, thinks heâs winning this little game of possessing you. Unfortunately for him, I donât know how to lose.â
Maren finally saunters around you, a thin leather leash in her hand.
âSo how about we play with this new toy he accidentally gave me? Show me your wrists, puppy. Letâs get these pretty handcuffs secured.â
Warnings: cannibalism mention, murder, reader willingly used as bait, blood and gore
A/n: this weekâs prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial made me want to dip back into this AU! It also coincided with @writeformesinpieâs yandere prompts so I did a little 2 for 1
There was a new rumor about these woods now. One that spread from the lips of common criminals in the seedy underbelly, not the good simple townsfolk.
It was said there was a wood nymph that lived there. She was always comely and defenseless, humming unawares to herself as she munched on sweets whose scent carried on the wind.
Beware this woman.
Without a word, her form could ensnare a man and lead him into the woodsâ depths. Sugary goodness and her curves blinding them to rationality. Theyâd become ravenous for her, clawing to know her taste for it must be as sweet as the candies she savors.
All who follow this nymph are led to the den of a monster. A butcher of a being, sly and fast. Her temptress form will be the last thing they see as a blade crosses their throat. Her sweet scent on their tongues replaced by the iron of their lifeâs wine.
For better or worse, that ânymphâ was just plain olâ you. Lee had made you a lure for his appetite, the tool he used to bait and trap his meals. It was a scary predicament, but the arrangement kept the woods safe. For you, at least.
You knew any time you saw a sweet on your doorstep that Lee was on the prowl. He was a deadly accomplished hunter; no matter how many times he set you out as bait, you returned home safe and sound, if not with a bit of a tummy ache. The sweets he conjured kept you transfixed and entranced. Going from one candy to another, you never had to be fully aware of what carnage was in your wake.
But instead of coming to on your doorstep again, youâre jerked out of your trance by a yank on your skirt. A gasp fell from you as consciousness returned abruptly, the trees spun as you were twirled around into solid arms. But they were slick as you gripped for them to steady yourself.
Lee smirked down at you.
His hand was slick too as it secured your jaw, angled your face up to his. âNot this time, sweetling.â He answered your unspoken question. âI want my dessert tonight, too.â
His lips descend on yours, licking into your mouth and sampling the trace flavor of the caramel clusters he left out for you. He hummed a low moan and you whimpered in kind, clutching the front of his shirt to find that, too, was wet.
The metallic stink finally met your nose. You parted from Leeâs lips and saw two bodies not too far behind him, sprawled face down in the underbrush and staining the leaves and moss.
He redirected your gaze again with his hold on your chin. âDonât worry about them, toots. Iâm gonna dress my dinner, you just go to my place and sit pretty.â Lee nuzzled his head between your throat and shoulder and nearly purred. âBeen too long since Iâve been between your thighs and you know I can never get enough of you. Even as sweet as you taste, still âgonna drink you down to the last sip.â
He spun you back out of his arms in the direction of his gingerbread house with a wicked smirk.
And it was the first look at his fully horrifying appearance, dripping in the gore from his murders. He twirled his knife in his hand and winked at you, walking back to his bounty. And you sighed, heading to his house as you grimaced annoyed at your dress.
Lee was so lucky youâd gotten pretty good at getting blood out of your clothes. If not, youâd have to dye this one red too.
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 4,563 words
Plot: Loki and his witch companion get into some holiday mischief before Christmas! But will she make him the happiest monster in the mountains?
Warnings: Holiday fluffy smut- oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, making out, monsterfuckinggg, size kink (Loki is a big boi in every sense), Christmas orgy!!!
Notes: This story takes place in a 19th century Alpine village, and Loki is part Jotun, part Krampus. Krampusnacht and Christmas are 20 days apart, but for the purposes of this fic they occur close together. More sweet, fluffy monster smut for the holidays!
Soundtrack: Winter Weather by Squirrel Nut Zippers
When Loki asked you to move in with him, it wasn't much of a surprise. His hidden, ancient cottage with its gnarled walls and faerie magics had become more your home than your lonely alpine cabin, which was so carefully avoided by your fellow villagers. At least when you knocked briskly on his door, there was always someone on the other end who looked forward to seeing you.
The dread Yule lord Krampusâhis true name known only to you and long dead spiritsâ had become your only friend and truest companion. These last two years had seen your winding paths merge, until the sadness of your previous existence became a distant dream, barely remembered.
It started, as most things did, in bed. Hiding from the day beneath quilted blankets, you nestled into Loki, your back pressed against the broad, hairy expanse of his chest. He held you close, his large, relaxed body keeping you warm. Your fingers slowly skated across his arm in lazy swirls.
âLiebling, I have something to ask you.â
You turned to look at him, surprised by the serious tenor in his voice. He seemed nervous, his dark red eyes wide as they searched yours for some hidden answer. His claws scraped the inside of his palm.
You placed a hand on his chest. âWhat is it, my love? You know that you can ask me anything.â
He gently grasped your hand, his fingers rubbing your skin. The gentleness of his touch always surprised you. It wasn't that he treated you as though you were made of delicate glass. It was that each soft touch was filled with wonder, as though he was experiencing you for the first time.
âWould you, that is to say-â He sighed and irritatedly huffed at his own hesitation. âI love you. I adore you little witch, please move into my home.â
âOh Loki, this is so sudden, I donât know what to say.â Your lips quirked. You chose not to mention that so many of your things were already here, sitting comfortably beside his.
âSay yes, elfchen. Your simple answer would soothe my anxious spirit.â
He looked so sincere that you couldn't help but chuckle, earning you a wounded look. âOf course, Loki, of course I will. How could I ever say no to you?â
He let out a delighted cry, hugging you as his tail thrashed and thumped in happiness. You nuzzled your noses together, sharing the same happy grin as your lips met. When you kissed, it was made all the sweeter that you would have countless mornings just like this one.
You pulled away, looking at him thoughtfully. Hooded eyes gazed back at you, ever patient. He intended to have you, to celebrate between your thighs. But he could wait.
"When shall I move in, my love?"
"I was hoping on Yule, once I have completed my, er, responsibilities with Saint Nicholas. I shall feel calmer then."
You nodded in understanding, running your hand across his sharp, ridged cheek. "I have a request for you, before our lives become one."
"Anything."
"My village made my entire life a misery. I'd like to repay them in kind before I leave."
Loki moved closer, raising a thick, dark eyebrow. This sounded promising. "Oh? And how shall we repay them, liebling?"
Your devious smile matched his own. He'd once offered to destroy your village, to harm the people who'd brought you to his cabin with tears in your eyes on so many occasions. How many times had he held you when you cried, his heart breaking with every shuddered sob? It was intolerable. Unforgivable.
You returned to his embrace, kissing away his murderous thoughts. "I'd like to play some Yuletide tricks on my neighbours. Something that they'll never forget. And I'll need your help for a most spectacular farewell, if you don't mind."
Loki's sharp teeth gleamed as his warm laugh filled the room, his eyes crinkling with mirth. The winter sunlight caressed the curves of his face, as a halo of light appeared around his curls. Your breath caught in your throat. He was beautiful.
He pressed his hand firmly on his chest. "My lovely witch, I'd be honoured to help you spread mischief. And I may know some other spirits who are only too happy to help."
Before you could respond, he was on top of you, pinning you to the large bed. You sank happily into the downy mattress as his weight pressed on top of you. With a satisfied smirk, he shifted downward. Cool breaths puffed over your breasts as Loki spoke, his low voice rumbling through you. It felt like the forest outside, deep, unmovable, and eternal. It grounded you when he spoke so intimately.
"Tell me of your trickery, my love. As you speak, I shall show you how happy you've made me, until you beg me to cease. And I will make sure that you beg."
As his tongue sought out the familiar bliss of your hardened nipples, you told him your plan amidst gasps, soft laughs, and cries of pleasure. You spoke until all ideas of future mischief floated away, forgotten, into the chilled morning air.
Loki was true to his word, despite the rising stress of the impending Krampusnacht. Creating mayhem helped him to feel like his old self, before his shameful defeat. He travelled to the land of the fair folk to request the help from kindred spirits, the Yule Lads. A strange, wild group of thirteen brothers, they were excited to spread chaos across a new land.
Loki's lack of detailed rules, delivered with a sharp smile and nonchalant drawl, filled the brothers' hearts with malicious glee. He was giving them permission to do whatever they wished, though he did have one important rule, one that couldn't be broken without lethal consequences. His eyes flashed when he told them, his dark mouth curling into a deep frown.
Loki's voice echoed around the trees, reminding all of who he used to be, who he remained, not just a spirit, but a god. No one in the village could be injured or killed, especially the children. He didn't particularly care about the adults' well-being, but knew that you would, despite everything. And in this land, his command remained everlasting law.
As the winter solstice neared, your village became beset with strange occurrences. The sheep's loud, panicked bleating as dawn drenched the sky was the first sign that something was wrong. Farmers leapt out of bed and ran half dressed to their pastures holding makeshift weapons. They were greeted by cowering sheep with rude symbols sheared into their wool.
When mothers and wives went to fetch milk for breakfast, they received a new shock. Their cows' udders were already spent, the milk vanished or sitting spoiled in a bucket. They went to their friends and neighbours, only to discover that every dairy farmer suffered the same mysterious loss. Breakfast became a sad affair as villagers ate only dried meats and bread, their disquiet growing. By the time the market opened, with some stalls conspicuously empty, the air was tense.
Whatever was happening was deeply unnatural.
It didn't take long for trouble to enter their homes. People returned from a hard day's work in the fields and mountains to find pots and pans missing from their fireplaces and tables. Forks and spoons soon followed, only for everything to reappear in strange placesâbarns, bushes, and under beds. You could hear the faint swears of villagers every time you went out for wood. You thought it sweet that Loki had saved you the trouble of using your magic for this level of trickery.
Food made for breakfast and dinner disappeared as soon as heads turned. Pies vanished from windows in the space of a blink. Children swore that they briefly saw the face of a strange being staring through their windows, only to vanish with a cheeky wave.
After a couple weeks of growing confusion and anger, the village slowly went dark. With dawning horror, the villagers realised that their candles were being stolen. For the first time, they felt vulnerable in the encroaching dark, a sudden, visceral reminder that they too were animals in the mountainous forest. Replacements couldn't be made fast enough.
Nights became a source of deep fear for everyone in the village. Everyone except you. For you were a witch, and comfortable in the long nights, with or without your dread companion.
Then amidst this strange haunting, the worst came. Doors began slamming in the dead of night, all across the village. Families were wrenched from deep slumber as the long claws of bitter cold welcomed winter in. Unable to make any light, they could only cower together in their beds as unnatural laughs filled the air. It was strange and cruel, a high barking laugh that was almost a roar. It grew louder and louder, filling each home, until it tumbled into the streets and the fields. The roar became a fearsome wailing shriek that made the villagers double over in pain, covering their ears, pleading to God to make it all stop.
But then it stopped instantly, leaving only the loud silence of the night.
They blamed you, as expected. You were used to their dark looks, their curses and insults. You were used to the collection of figures left outside your door that was meant to cast you out. Normally it wounded you in ways that wedged hurt into your muscle and bone. But not anymore. You were done with this village.
Their ire abated only slightly once you told them that your things were missing, that strange, frightful things happened in the night, a tremble making its way into each hushed word. They still glanced at you with suspicion, but at least you didn't have to worry about being stoned in the market while buying vegetables.
You waited until you were safely home before laughing with the wild delight of a naughty child, smiling uncontrollably between giggles. Loki's friends had done better than you'd dare hoped, with your assistance. You thought that your nocturnal screaming spell was a stroke of genius. For once, you took pleasure in being as wicked as they imagined you to be. Let them be as frightened as you had been for years. Let them understand the terror of feeling small. This wasn't simply revenge, this was a lesson.
The mischief lasted for three weeks, to the fear and aggravation of every villager. Normal Christmas traditions went ignored this year. There was no lighting of the church candles, no Pechtenlauf to chase away evil spirits. They were already here.
When Loki had time, he'd appear under the cover of night to collect more of your things and hear your latest wicked tale. On those nights, he appeared more like a man, though the low light revealed his ridged blue skin and bright red eyes. You missed his horns, but they would have destroyed the ceiling as they scraped along the wood. He cut an odd figure, but you couldn't help but hug and kiss him, speaking soft I love yous into his pointed ears.
Everything stopped a few days before Christmas, on Krampusnacht. Dread hung over the village, despite the sudden return to normalcy. The villagers worried for their children, and this felt like a brief respite before some new unknown horror. There were no cries of children playing outside or the normal sight of bundled up children doing their chores.
When you went outside, you only saw a few young children, all watched carefully by their parents. Any impropriety earned a swift slap and scolding, followed by a fearful glance around. They couldn't risk Krampus' wrath, not tonight of all nights.
That night, the village was silent. The moon sat bright and high in the sky, lighting the way. The last candles had all been blown out, save for one. You puttered around in your small cabin, finishing a small gift as you packed your last bundle. It was almost time.
You opened your door, leaving a small cauldron and a hearty slice of gingerbread in front of your door. It wasn't the customary schnapps, but a fortifying glßhwein, Loki's favourite. Once you were done, you blew out your candles and waited in the dark.
Saint Nicholas marched out of the forest's shadows to the edges of the village. He was a large, burly man with a proud bearing and a worn, stern face. His curling, snow white beard and hair gleamed with an unearthly radiance. His long robes were a rich wine red and trimmed with thick fur. He held a tall, curved staff in one hand, and large, heavy chains in the other.
He jerked the chains sharply. Loki stumbled into view, glaring balefully at his captor. He straightened his shoulders and stood at his full height, attempting to regain his dignity. Nicholas gestured towards the village, urging Loki on. With a quiet exhale, Loki began to walk.
Loki stalked into the village, not as the impish spirit of the woods, but as the fearsome demon Krampus. His hooves made the earth tremble. A deep growl rose from his throat as his lips curled into a snarl. His inhuman tongue lolled out of his mouth, transforming his face into a dreadful mask. The night air was pierced by the discordant chorus of his chains rattling on the snowy ground behind him, coupled with the loud, steady drag of his rod. His unblinking eyes glowed a hellish red as his sharp claws flexed and cracked.
He was terrifying to behold.
Loki's head turned with eerie slowness as his magic sought out his victims for the night. He glanced at your cabin, as though compelled by some unseen force. His eyes widened when he noticed the items left on the step. He moved closer and picked up the mulled wine, looking into the window.
You waved at him, pressing your hand against the icy glass. Your lopsided smile was belied by your knotted brow and the tight line of your lips. You tried, and failed, not to grimace. How dare Nicholas treat him this way, like he was a common beast! You knew that this had to happen, but it was painful to see such a proud man forced into such misery.
Your voice was muffled, but he heard you clearly. "I love you, schatz. Eat, please keep your spirits up."
A clawed hand met yours. For only a moment, Loki looked like his normal self, his smile tender, his eyes once again soft and tired. Your beloved companion. But then he turned away, composing himself. He gulped down the wine and bread and vanished. You brought in your cauldron and plate, glimpsing St Nicholas as he walked by, his gaze remaining straight ahead. With one last look out the window, you sighed and went to bed.
Loki was in brighter spirits on Christmas Eve. He spent the day with you, clearing the last of your life in the cabin until all you were left with were wooden walls and a few things for dinner. He'd transformed once more, into a human. He wanted to celebrate your last night in this village, and your last trick, by making you a feast.
It was strange seeing him in human form. His skin, normally the muted blue of a wintry sky, had become smooth and oddly pale. His eyes, which had always captivated you, were emerald instead of ruby. He was still very tall, but not inhumanly so. He even had feet! All aspects of faerie had been disguised, including his manacles.
No longer did you see Loki the god. In his place was Loki in the finery of a nobleman, so markedly different from your small village.
"Do you enjoy this form, little witch?"
You took his arm in yours. "I'll always admire whatever form you choose. Though I prefer your horns and hooves. And how sweetly you wag your tail."
"Impudent mortal!" he huffed. He gathered you in a tight hug and kissed you until you were breathless with laughter.
He fetched your cloak and placed it around your shoulders. "Come, liebling. I will need your help procuring ingredients at your human market."
It was a wondrous day. For the first time since your youth, you weren't alone in your village. Shocked looks followed you and Loki throughout the day, but all words were halted by an imperious sidelong glance by Loki. You both walked hand in hand, with haughty smiles. You both knew that whatever the future held, you had won. You were together, and no hardship could change that.
Cooking with Loki was one of your favourite activities, and tonight was no different. Even though your cabin was now empty, his warm laughs and conversation made it finally feel like home. After your delicious feast, you and Loki continues to talk and drink through the night, until the right moment came.
In the dead of night, you both crept out to prepare for your final trick. You painted magical symbols on every door, including the church, and cast a spell. The veil was so thin on Christmas, and it was time for the spirits of the wood to join in on the fun. Once you finished, you kissed each other goodnight. Only a few hours more until the start of domestic bliss.
You woke up on Christmas Day to pandemonium.
You rushed to your window, your heart hammering in anticipation. Spirits ran riot around the village. House pucks raced goats down the streets, red capped gnomes pulled the hair of anyone unlucky enough to open their front door. Masked spirits played strange instruments while animal-headed spirits from the mountains merrily danced and sang. As the night sky retreated, a more surprises were revealed. Mistletoe, rowan, and holly were hung on every surface, with little offerings left everywhere for the spirits. In the centre of the village was a strange altar, covered in furs and more yuletide greenery.
Sharp raps sounded on the door. When you answered, spirit maidens poured in. You saw horrified villagers being pulled out of their homes and forced to dance in various states of dress.
"The king arrives, you must prepare!"
"Prepare? What do you mean?"
Your brow knotted in confusion. The plan was clear, Loki was meant to appear as apparition to curse the village, then you'd both sneak off amidst the panic.
The maidens ignored you, dragging you off with them. They bathed you and dressed you in sheer gossamer robes that revealed your body. They placed soft silk slippers on your feet and bells around your ankles. They styled your hair into two large braids. Your lips were stained with berries, and a gold mixture was spread on your eyelids. They finished with a holly crown and branches that resembled antlers.
What did that old goat have planned?
"She is ready!" the maidens said in unison, their voices shimmering around you. "The king arrives!" They pulled you out the door.
The village was now teeming with spirits and fae. Villagers that noticed you froze in shock at your pagan appearance. You should have been freezing, but it felt like a summer's day. You turned back to the maidens, but they urged you forward, towards the stone altar. Each step made the bells tinkle. Flowers and mushrooms sprouted around you as you walked. The villagers looked in horror as your crown twinkled with false starlight.
As you walked, you saw a mist gather on the ground around you. When you reached the altar, the mist shifted and changed. Loki emerged from it, resplendent. A golden holly crown rested on his dark head. His horns were adorned with golden ribbons, ivy and mistletoe, which extended into the waves of his hair. He was back to himself. His red eyes were highlighted in charcoal, his smile lazy and knowing. You laughed when you saw the bow tied on his tail. He wore a long, velvet robe in a deep forest green.
As he walked towards you, a woman behind you screamed and fainted. Parents rushed their children inside, covering their eyes. All around you were cries and curses.
Devil! The witch consorts with evil! We're doomed! Call the priest!
"Yes, call the priest!" Loki said sharply. "Let him join our celebrations! For I am the Lord of Misrule, and this will be a day of revelry! Give in to temptation, mortals, your lord demands it!"
Loki's voice was seductive as he stood on the altar. He extended an arm for you to join him.
"You're naked," you said with an amused smile.
"Utterly untrue, have you not seen my glorious robe?" he said with a smirk.
"I may have been too focused on something else that's rather glorious."
"Oh elfchen, thank you for noticing."
You both looked around as the merrymaking increased. The spirits were now carousing and becoming more lusty.
"This wasn't what we discussed, my love."
Loki looked at you, his eyes solemn. "Are you displeased?"
You kissed him, savouring the public display. "No, it's wonderful."
He smiled brightly, untying the bow from his tail and wrapping it around your wrists. "Amidst my fellows of the forest, as lord of this day, I name you mine, and I am yours."
He spoke loudly, his voice booming in every home and tree. "She is hereby protected by me and this forest. No harm shall befall her or any witch in this village hereafter! So it is spoken!"
"So it is spoken!" The spirits called out, cheering. They lifted some villagers and danced around, throwing them up into the air.
Tears welled in your eyes. "Loki, you didn't have toâthis is all so lovelyâI- I don't know what to say!"
He clasped your bound hands. "Say only that you love me. That is all that I ever need."
"I love you, darling. I want everyone to hear it!"
Loki kissed away your tears, laying you down amidst the furs. He gazed into your eyes, and all you saw was devotion. You were safe with him, always.
"Shall I finalise our union in the way of my people?"
Your smile was joyful. "Let's show them that we belong together."
Nothing else was said. Loki pushed your bound arms above your head. He pulled your trembling hips up, spreading your legs apart. The spirits cheered and called out lewd suggestions as you wrapped your legs around his waist. This was the final shedding of your past life.
You both grunted as his heavy, ridged cock slowly entered you. Even after two years, you still felt as though he might break you. He panted like an animal as your cunt guided him home. With one arm he held you against him, as the other arm grabbed the edge of the altar. This wasn't a show. He wanted both of you to experience bliss.
Loki fucked his feelings into youâhis love, his excitement, his everlasting wonder. You took it all until your head fell back and your spend made his dick glisten. The spirits took his lead, their moans and cries filling the air above the ghostly music and songs. Yule was their time, and their king had returned with a queen. It was a joyous occasion.
He whispered magic into your ear, a spell to give you strength, because he intended to have you for the rest of the morning. That was his way. He couldn't let you go, not when you looked so beautiful, not when you loved him so freely.
And so he had you, again and again, until you felt as one, your hearts hammering in tandem, your breaths giving each other life. It felt special to share this intimacy between your two worlds. As your hands loosened from their bonds, you grabbed his horns, swallowing his whimpers with a searing kiss. His spend leaked from you, and still he continued to fill you up, pushing it back into you with every hard thrust.
"Taste me, my love," you commanded, and he obeyed instantly, as he had countless times before. He pulled out only to fill you once more with his tongue, his hazy eyes filled with a drunkenness only your body could cause. Loki's dick was still heavy with lust as it rutted against the altar. Your back arched as each deep, expert flick of his tongue stroked your spot. Pleasure raced down your spine, making your toes curl as you came.
Only then did the spirits and fair folk gather to feast on their king and queen, as the Day of Misrule demanded. You and Loki serviced them, as was custom. Some were sweetly hesitant, simply kissing and fondling, while others were rough and mischievous, making a game out of how many holes they could stuff at once. You held Loki's hands as you were pushed and stretched into new positions, laughing giddily at the outrageousness of it all.
You sighed with pleasure as the spirit maidens explored you with their tongues, and moaned in appreciation at the delicious heat of their cunts and cocks. You and Loki kissed as you were claimed by the spirits, sometimes by many creatures at once. For a day, the revellers all sought release indiscriminately, urging each other on with grunts, moans, cries, and pleas of yes, hurry, there- oh!
A deep stirring of something wild gathered within you as you watched Loki being fucked by spirits large and small. Unashamedly he let himself be used, his lids half closed as his tongue fell from panting lips, which were soon used by another. He was so unafraid to be witnessed. And so you let yourself be seen in return as you submitted to every primal desire.
You hadn't realised how different fae bodies could be, how strange and fascinating. You wanted to please them, just like Loki had done for you during your first Christmas together. So many humans feared them, considering them ugly or evil, but in this moment, all you could see was their beauty, the endurance of their spirits.
They were a part of the forest that had sustained this village, and now you wanted them to find nourishment in your body. As you gave into carnality, it felt ceremonial, something sacred and magical.
Only a short time ago, you had been so alone, with most paramours viewing you as a shameful secret or a means to an end, worse than a harlot. It had never occurred to you that things could be different, that life was waiting for you, one filled with so much possibility. You never thought that you were deserving of such a wild, grand Christmas gift, one that celebrated you.
As the afternoon waned, the forest folk left the village, carrying you and Loki above them. The procession moved through the forest, still celebrating as they took you to your new home. You became the Witch of the Woods, never again returning to that cruel village. And when anyone spoke of your fearful power, in the same breath they whispered that you were protected by the dread Yule Lord that stalked the woods. The unholy companions that had cursed their land with monsters.
You supposed, in a way, that you had been captured by Krampus after all. And it was marvellous.
Summary: self-actualizing transformation of a Falling angel
Pairing: guardian angel!Theodore Laurence x black!reader
A/n: this felt perfect for this prompt lol also this is HEAVILY inspired by Howlâs bird look. But like⌠make it biblically accurate lol. For @flashfictionfridayofficialâs prompt this week!
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It started with him noticing that his white wings were lacking in luster lately. Not quite as blindingly pristine. Almost⌠dingy.
Then, stark even as he could only see a sliver of it buried in the rest of the feathers, he saw his axial feather was jet black. Theodore plucked it, wincing slightly at the pain and shooting a bit of healing blessing towards the raw follicle to study it closer. It wasnât just black. As he rotated it between his fingers, Theodore noticed the oil slick sheen of jewel tone greens and blues as the light hit it at different angles.
He had never had a change in his wings, in any of his appearance, in millennia. Yet, it was as if plucking one made two grow in instead, then three, four. The celestial white of his wings were turning black one by one.
And the guilt in his heart told him why.
It is not in an angelâs nature to covet. Itâs how they Fall. Was he Falling? All because he had fallen for you and couldnât stop himself.
He was tasked with guarding you, guiding you, protecting and helping you. And you were so good. So kind in the face of injustices all around you, warm in the midst of cold apathy. Too good for your surroundings.
Theodore had only shown himself to you once. Back then, his wings gleamed with the holy light of divinity. He glowed with the blessing of the Creator as he murmured to you âBe not afraid.â You were at such a low point and he wanted to offer you encouragement, to tell you how good you were, to compliment you.
To praise you.
Perhaps thatâs when it all started. The day he saw you look up at him with awe and wonder and gratitude. From that day he had been shoving down the pure want of having you look upon him like that again.
As his desire to have you, to be the only one to have you, the only one that deserved you, grew like a hungry pit inside him, the changes kept coming.
Black down was trapped in his curls, his hairline curving to a peak centering his brows. The flesh of his legs grew⌠scaly⌠darkening so that he hid it behind silken folds of his attire.
As time passed, Theodore wasnât showing himself to anyone. Not to you, not to the choir. He wasnât even completely sure what he looked like anymore but he was sure it was a reflection of what he felt inside.
Theodore⌠wanted you all to himself. He cursed the fact that he couldnât live on Earth with you and that you could not live in heaven with him. If the Creator gave soulmates, he would be sure he was yours. Bonded, joined, mated for life like other animals the Creator had made. Youâd be his to protect, to provide for, to adore. By his side, not just down where he could watch from on high. To experience life with.
As he paced, a slight scraping noise sounded in time with Theodoreâs steps. He didnât look down at what his legs had become. He looked out, eyes unfocused as they watched you. Watched over you. Out late, generously giving your time to a food pantry. Time and energy reciprocated only with words. Easily empty words as they would expect you back as if they paid you. They didnât deserve you. If any mortal should be gifted ascension to the choir, it would be you.
Waxing praises in his mind, Theodore almost missed the shadowy figure that entered the alley you threw out the oversized trash bag in. But he did not miss them pushing you down.
His feathers bristled, a heat like branding fire rose in his throat. Oh⌠this was anger. Theodore was sure of it.
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You scrambled up from the disgusting ground, grimacing at the puddle your hand fell in, but fear overrode the disgust.
âI said gimme your wallet, what are you, deaf?!â
âI donâtâ itâs inside, I donât haveâ!â You tried to stammer out.
Dingy light reflected off of the unmistakable glint of a knife and you choked up at the sight. Just as he began to lunge towards you, a flash of light and a gust of wind swept in from nowhere.
Another mysterious figure appeared, only this one did so hovering fifteen feet in the air. And though their appearance wasnât familiar, the aura they gave off was. It reminded you of a low moment a couple years ago.
âTheodore..?â You breathed in astonishment.
The angel between you was barely recognizable, from guardian to avenging with beastly results. His eyes are all over black and bottomless. There were gleaming golden rings that orbited him with the same unblinking, black marbles covering them. He no longer had arms as theyâd grown into a second pair of wings, both sets iridescently black like a ravenâs. Scaly legs and clawed feet dangle out of the white sheetwear that draped from over his shoulder, swathed modestly across his hips, circling around the crook of his left knee, secured in no discernible way but it did not budge from where it met his skin despite the gusts created by his flight.
Theodore did not regard you at all, only positioned himself to block you from view. Every front facing eye was trained on your assailant.
In a voice both hollow and resonant, Theodore spoke. âBe afraid.â
Summary: You have wonderful news to share with Bucky and Alpine helps you.
Word Count: Almost 2.3k
Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, crying, pregnancy, mention of HYDRA, implied sex, POV shift (you, Bucky, and Alpine), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Some sweetness to start off the week! @soelstress, thank you for the suggestion of the sign and letting me run with this.â¤ď¸ Beta read by the amazing @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The bedroom was close to silent when you woke, snow softly falling outside. It was the kind of winter morning that coaxed you to stay under the covers just a little longer and bask in the warmth of the man holding you. Turning your head, you smiled tenderly at the sight of Bucky sleeping, his mouth parted slightly and his hair loose around his face. His breaths were steady and gentle. It was beautiful to see him peaceful like this.
No missions. No nightmares. Just the sanctuary of your bedroom and home.Â
You brought a hand to his cheek, your wedding ring shining in the low light. He moaned low and pushed his cheek closer to your palm, seeking you out in his sleep. Some days, you still couldnât believe that he was your husband and wanted to spend his life with you. It was a dream come true.
And your dream was only getting brighter.
âLove you, Bucky,â you breathed, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. âBoth of us.â
His hand drifted seemingly on instinct to your stomach when you shifted and you held your breath. Did he know? Or did he at least suspect?Â
Bucky always said that you were beautiful, but he asked recently if you switched up something in your skincare routine. He noted that you had an extra glow. You played that off as lighting and a new vitamin, which wasnât a lie since you started taking a prenatal.Â
He hovered more than usual, too, his brows furrowed whenever you mentioned feeling fatigued. He cancelled a few things so you could get more rest. You also caught him staring when certain smells made your nose wrinkle, and he quietly tossed the items out before you could ask.Â
Your husband always took care of you.
But did he know?
Either way, heâd find out soon enough since today was the day.
You somehow managed to slip free from his hold, which wasnât an easy feat, and got out of bed. You didnât want to wake him just yet. He deserved to dream sweet dreams for a bit longer.
âHey, Alpine,â you whispered when you spotted her curled up near the front of the bed, a perfect ball of white fur. She blinked at you before she stood and stretched. She knew you needed her.Â
You tiptoed out of the room, the cat following with grace and purpose. A flutter of nerves filled your chest before it shifted to excitement. You couldnât stop the smile from spreading across your face, the secret you carried ready to be shared.
The tiny chalkboard sat where you left it the night before. Youâd lost count of how many times you wrote the message, erased it, and wrote it again, wanting it to be perfect. Picking it up with a shaky hand, you reread the message until the letters blurred together.
Mom & Dad are getting me a HUMAN!
Your stomach dipped and your hand flew to it.Â
Your baby.Â
You suspected you were pregnant when you missed your period, but youâd never forget the shock, happiness, and love that filled you when you saw the positive test. It had been real then, but it was sinking in just how real it was now, right on the edge of sharing the news with your husband. You and Bucky were already a family with each other and Alpine, but it was growing.Â
âDo you think Iâd be a good dad?â he asked, his voice so small it put a crack in your heart.
âI know youâll be a good dad if and when that day comes,â you answered, relief and love softening his eyes.
âWhen,â he said determinedly, his hand warm against your stomach. âWhen we have a baby.â
You smiled softly at the memory. You thought about how to share the joyous news until it made sense that Alpine should be the one to do so. She helped save Bucky in many ways before you came along and she accepted you as his partner without question. She would be a wonderful big sister to your baby.
âYou ready?â you asked. She meowed and sat up straight, and you smiled as you placed the chalkboard around her neck. âLetâs go get your dad.â
Your eyes instantly filled with tears. Dad. He was already one to the beautiful creature in front of you, and soon to the baby you made together. You took a steadying breath, willing yourself not to dissolve into a blubbering mess.Â
Damn hormones. Thank God Bucky didnât see you cry over that paper towel commercial the other day. How would you have explained that?
Alpine bumped her head gently against yours before she turned and strutted down the hall. You wiped your eyes and followed, your heart pounding in your chest when you stopped in the doorway. Bucky groaned when Alpine planted herself on his chest, and you held your breath as his eyes opened.
This was it.
âAl, what the hell?â he muttered, the sign swinging dangerously close to his face. You almost laughed before he sat up, careful not to knock his little partner-in-crime back. A flood of emotions crossed his face as he read the sign again. And again.
You exhaled because you had to. Was he happy? Was it his dream come true?
âSweetheartâŚâÂ
Bucky checked the sign again to make sure the words didnât change to FEED ME or You forgot my treats again, Old Man. But they didnât. He wasnât dreaming. And he suddenly couldnât breathe.
âMom & dad are getting me a human,â he read out loud, his voice cracking.Â
You stepped into the room, your eyes brimming with unshed tears. There was so much love radiating from you. More than he ever thought he deserved.
âIs thisâŚâ He swallowed hard and got to his feet. He crossed the room in a few strides, grounding himself as he cupped your cheeks and searched your eyes for the answer he already knew. âAre youâŚâ
âYeah, Bucky. Iâm pregnant.â You let out a watery laugh. âWeâre having a baby.â
His heart cracked wide open.
He pulled you into his arms, holding you like youâd slip through his fingers if he let go. His lips found your forehead, your temple, your cheek. He felt your smile before he kissed your lips, and he couldnât stop smiling either. The world had given him a special kind of happiness when you came into his life, and the world was blessing him once again.
A baby.
You were pregnant with his baby.
It all made sense now.Â
The glow he couldnât quite place. The fatigue that hit you out of nowhere. The random smells that bothered you. And he didnât mention it in case he was too hopeful, but his enhanced senses picked up that your smell was slightly different.Â
God, you were pregnant.Â
Of course, you were.
âI knew it deep down,â he whispered, kissing your lips again just because he could. âI knew something was different.â
It was everything he wanted and more.Â
You laughed softly again, a tear sliding from your eye. âYou did?âÂ
âYeah.â His thumb swept across your cheek to catch it. âYou were glowing, tired, andâŚâ He cleared his throat when his voice broke again. âI just didnât want to say it and it not be true.â
That wouldâve devastated him.Â
HYDRA chipped away at Buckyâs humanity until there was almost nothing else left. He recovered, but he hadnât dared to hope. Alpine helped him heal more, and then you came along and gave hope back to him. He loved again with his whole heart. And he quietly prayed that one day your family might expand because he wanted to be a dad to your child. Even if it never happened, loving you and Alpine would always be enough.Â
But you had just given him something precious.Â
You had given him more hope for tomorrow.
He exhaled and laughed, a sound torn between disbelief and awe. His hand drifted down and hovered over your stomach, almost afraid that he hadnât earned the right to touch. âMay I?â he asked.
You covered his hand with yours and guided it.Â
The moment it settled there, something inside him shifted permanently. It wasnât a dream. It wasnât something dangled in front of him just to be ripped away. It was real.
âIâm gonna be a dad,â he said barely above a whisper. âWeâre gonna have a baby.â
Your smile made his heart swell.Â
He dropped to his knees and pressed the gentlest of kisses to your stomach. His baby was there. âI meant it when I said when and not if. I justâŚâ He looked up at you, tears pricking his eyes. âI didnât think Iâd get this lucky.â
He wrapped his arms around you, his head pressing against your belly. For a moment, he thought heâd sob. Heâd go to every single appointment and turn down any mission that would keep him away from you. Heâd buy baby books and read every single one. And there was the spare room that heâd have to change into a nursery.
Alpine jumped off the bed with a meow, the sign still dangling around her neck. She batted his thigh with her paw, demanding some attention. She deserved it.Â
âYou little sneak.â He picked her up and briefly pressed his face into her fur. âYou knew before I did, didnât you?â
She meowed smugly.
âYou did great, Al,â he promised. âReally great.â
He chuckled and looked up at you. His wife, the love of his life, and the mother of his child. His chest ached with something beyond love and devotion, something he couldnât name but felt with his entire being.Â
âThis is the greatest gift youâve ever given me, apart from saying âyesâ on our wedding day,â he said softly, setting the cat down and removing the sign with gentle care.Â
âItâs the greatest gift to me, too,â you said, making his heart full all over again.
âAl,â he said, a teasing smirk on his face. âThank you again for your help, but you may want to give your mom and me a minute or two.â
Your eyes widened. âBucky, what are you-â
He chuckled when he picked you up and carried you back to bed, something primal blending in with the love he felt. He wasnât planning on letting you leave it for the rest of the day. Not when he had you to worship. Not when they had so much to celebrate.
âI love you,â he said, meant for both you and your baby.
âWe love you, too, Bucky.â You gazed up at him and he fell in love with you all over again. âWe love you, too.â
Alpineâs tail slowly swayed as her mom and dad finally settled back into bed. She left when the laughter and joy faded into soft breaths and noises not meant for her. She was certain it was that every act that changed everything.Â
She padded into the kitchen just as the timer went off, releasing food into her bowl. It was sufficient, but she fully expected a treat later for doing such a good job delivering the message. After that, sheâd take a much deserved nap.Â
Oh, her dad and mom. They loved each other so much. Truly.Â
Her dadâs heart still thumped faster whenever her mom walked into a room. And her mom helped dadâs nightmares fade and made him smile again. They were a perfect match.Â
But, honestly, it took them long enough to figure out the good news.Â
She had known for weeks, long before the test and the chalkboard. Her momâs scent changed, and so had her energy. Something on the television made her cry for no reason the other day. And her dad hovered more. He always did that when he loved something deeply.Â
Humans could be terribly oblivious creatures. But dad and mom were her humans. She wouldnât change that for the world.Â
And soon, there would be another human in their home. A little brother or sister. Someone smaller. Louder. One who would grab her fur and cry at inconvenient hours.
She would allow it because this was her family.Â
She would supervise. She would guard the door during naps. And she would help her dad watch over and protect her mom until her sibling arrived and after.Â
Later, once the noise in the bedroom died down, she made her way back. Dad held mom close, their breathing slow and even now, his hand resting protectively on her stomach. They cried happy tears. She could tell.Â
She jumped on the mattress and curled up beside them, the air light and happy. She would demand her treat soon, but this was good for now. This was right.Â
And she was going to be an excellent big sister.Â
Buckyâs thumb traced a heart on your belly, your chest tight. You were going to cry all over again if you werenât careful. âIf this is a dream, I donât want to wake up,â he whispered.Â
âIt isnât a dream. Itâs our life,â you whispered back, letting him pull you closer. âAnd itâs our miracle.â
He kissed your temple. âYouâre the miracle,â he said, your heart skipping a beat.Â
Alpine purred in agreement.Â
Snow continued to fall outside, blanketing the world in beauty and quiet. Inside, surrounded by warmth and love, you, Bucky, and Alpine eventually drifted off to sleep. Your husbandâs hand stayed on your stomach, protective and loving even while he rested. Your cat kept an open ear, also a guardian for your family. Youâd make plans for the future tomorrow.Â
Today, youâd rest, let yourselves have this moment of love and peace and celebrate your growing family.
Oh, the happiness and tooth-rotting fluff we deserve. How protective will Alpine be as a big sister? And how will they announce it to the team? Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Summary: you and Five arenât really into sex but biology throws a wrench in your gears
Pairing: Alpha!Five Hargreeves x omega!black!Reader
A/n: for @flashfictionfridayofficialâs prompt this week, Ive been wanting to explore a different kinda a/b/o relationship so here ya go! Smut mentioned and discussed ahead!
Five smelled the sweet hyperfeminine scent of a heat beginning, meant to beckon alphas forward but Five always found it a little too much. Gave him a headache sometimes. The only reason he even considered following the scentâs trail is because of the familiarity of the underlying individual scent that dulled the usual sweetness.
You were power walking towards your car, your cardigan pulled tight around you as if you could keep the scent in that way.
And Five saw a couple heads poke up in your direction. Fuck sake. He jogged over, falling into step with you.
âFive, hey! Shit you kinda scared meâ.â
âYou want me to tempmark you?â He interrupted, getting to the crux of the issue.
Your eyes went wide. âTh-thatâs⌠you donât have to, Iâm going home before it gets worse.â
He nodded. âIâll walk you home anyway.â
âThanks.â
Five got you home, got you in, got you settled. âAnybody I can call for you to help out?â
âI donât⌠have anybody like that. Iâve never had help with one before. Iâve been on suppressants since after my first one.â
Fiveâs head tilted as he regarded you, then those same eyes tracked around your apartment. âI can help.â
You whined. A noise that triggered a primal response in him. He could feel his heart beating faster, clinically noting his bodyâs reaction to mating stimuli. You put your hands over your face. âI dunno. It feels embarrassing.â
âI just donât want you to be like⌠sick. Or dehydrated or scared.â
âBut Iâm gonna⌠like ask you to knot me and whimper and cry and ugh, I dunno if I want you to see me like that.â
He snorted. âFeel free to say no, Iâm just offering.â
Another wave hit you and it hit Five too. His hindbrain gave him information like notification alerts. Fertile! In need! Vulnerable! Fertile! Weak! Dependent! Fertile! Yeah, he got your pain on how embarrassing the secondary gender could get.
You whined again. âGod, this is so so⌠okay yeah, fine, I just⌠can we just? Maybe just like once, right? Just once and itâll be over?â
He pursed his lips. ââFraid not, toots.â He placed a supportive hand on your shoulder. âLook, not gonna lie to you; this isnât gonna be quick. Itâs gonna be a lot. Weâre both gonna say some stereotypical shit, some clichĂŠ shit. So to make it through, we gotta suspend our shame for a few days.â
âDays?!â
He chuckled, guiding you to your bed. âJust take my hoodie, make a nest, and Iâll be back with water and trail mix.â
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You both laid, naked under the sheets pulled up to your shoulders as Five allowed you to cuddle close. There was a vague frown on his face.
âCanât believe I just called you a âperfect little omegaâ sincerely.â
You buried your face into his chest, hiding from him and the recollection. The way his scent calmed you made you give a resigned sigh. âCanât believe I came to it.â
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Five was actually kind of sweet. Kind, but certainly not nice. Considerate, but not necessarily caring. But he would share his lecture notes with you when you fell asleep in class. He had paid for your meal once, but not without an eye roll and a grumble that it was to make the line go faster since you were digging in your big ass purse for your wallet. Heâd helped you through an unexpected heat a couple months back as well.
During, he had been a perfect alpha. Doting and attentive without being cutesy. Fucked you âtill you cried for his knot and then kindly did not give in and give it to you. Kept you hydrated and fed, gave you massages, and then slid inside you all over again. He bought you two monthsâ worth of a more reliable suppressant after that too.
But otherwise, your dynamic hadnât changed much and honestly that was how you liked it.
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âDid you buy more of those suppressants?â
âI looked them up and theyâre more expensive than I canâ.â
He rolled his eyes. âIâll get you more.â
âWhat-? Why? No! I couldnât let youâ.â
âYou could. And it doesnât really matter, I'm getting them for you anyway regardless.â
âBut why?â
âIs it weird that I donât want my friend to suffer another impromptu heat?â
âAw! Five! Are we friends? Truly?â
He rolled his eyes again, harder this time. âRethinking it.â
âI canât believe you consider me a friend!â
âI donât fuck just anybody for four days straight.â He thumped your forehead. âI vaguely care about you, dummy.â
Summary: Going on a surprise date with Clark on Halloween Night
Warnings: Fluff, also i wrote this on Halloween so it's got fall vibes in the winter time opps
going on a suprise date with Clark on Halloween night.
"Happy Halloween! What can I get started for you today?" You heard your coworker said. You were sending a quick message to Clark about your plans later tonight.
"Hey Barbie, we got 4 small spooky Mochas coming in hot." You smiled and started to work.
It was the best night of the fall season Halloween, Yeah you technically started celebrating as soon as October hit. Which meant all your favorite fun spooky movies and tv shows, and lots and lots of different versions of cider, hard cider, hot cider, cider made into a cocktail, cider mixed into your morning chai called a Cider. You just loved apples in all their forms as the temperatures started to drop. The fall weather made you miss your hometown a little bit every year. Metropolis falls didn't compare to the ones back home.
You missed the cooky ways people decorated their homes and lawns with decorations, the apple orchards with apples ripe for picking or snacking on as you picked them, you even missed the harmless pranks of your family. like mixing the two best round candies together that could be recognized on their letters stamped on them alone, in a bowl and serving it. You smiled reminiscing.
"Four Spooky Mochas!" You announced.
"Thanks! Nice costume btw!" Your customer commented on their way out.
You had on a short thigh length sweater dress with leggings underneath; it wasn't exactly Barbie pink but it was close with the doll's iconic apron on that had a generic coffeeshop name on it with coffee bean accents and the usual checkered bright patterns.
Complete with a coffee cup barrette comb in your afro. You looked the part which was too perfect not to wear to work today.
"Thanks! Enjoy." Smiling as they moved on.
"So what are you and boy scout up to tonight?" Your coworker nudged you while she took a sip of her drink through her vampire teeth.
You paused for a moment staring at her. " Clark says its a surpriseâŚ"
"oooâŚ..a surprise, that sounds romantic!" She gasped dramatically.
"Shush!" You swatted at her with your hand. But couldn't help but smile anyways.
"What are you and Cass doing?" You asked leaning against the counter.
"Horror movie marathon!" she exclaimed.
"Ah! what's the theme this year?" you quipped.
"Bad SequelsâŚits gonna be fun time laughing at all the horrible stuff."
"Niceee."
Your shift rolled on with the regulars rolling in and new faces you didn't know. A mix of people commenting on your costumes or "ridiculousness to even dress up for the silly holiday" as a stuck up woman said. Those weren't your favorite they lacked whimsy in their lives. Life was more fun with whimsy anyway.
"have a nice day!" Kara smiled then instantly dropped her fake smile as she turned to you.
"That woman was grrrr!"
You laughed quietly then it started to grow, till you cackled.
"I-I think she forgot where she livesâŚ.there is a grown man that fly's around with his underwear on the outside of his pants. And a guy with a bowl cut that shoots green stuff out of his handsâŚlike get real!"
You coworker couldn't help but join in on laughing with you.
Soon the early evening rolled in and you told your coworker goodbye as you clocked out. You went to your locker took out the comb clip and picked out your afro just a little bit, changed from your work shoes to your dinosaur high-tops, put on some lip balm and hand lotion that smelled like butterscotch and a hint a shea butter. As soon as the lotion hit your hands you felt relaxed from the day and bubbly excitement returned once again.
Clark for once wasn't wearing his suit, instead changed into , jeans and his favorite red checkered jacket that his Ma sent to him last month before it got cold. He asked the justice gang to look after things while he took his favorite girl out. Well you weren't his girl just yet, he was hoping to change that as the night carried on. He smiled to himself as he pulled open the door to the coffeeshop he knew like the back of his hand by now.
"What's upâŚboyscout?!" your coworker greeted Clark.
Clark just smiled at her.
He turned towards the sound of the backdoor and froze as you walked out of the backroom. The sweater dress hugging your curves, the sleeves of whatever was underneath rolled up your elbows showing just how soft your skin looked, the gold necklace with your initial hung from your neck as it fell lazily against your brown skin and your smileâŚ..Clark felt the warmth of it and smiled himself.
"You look beautiful." Clark told.
Your nose crinkled and you bit the inside of your cheeks. Giving him a grin.
You pulled on Clark's hand to hurry him out the door before your co worker was going to say something.
"I didnt know they had busses that went this far out of Metropolis." You told looking out the window of the bus that was rolling down the highway towards wherever you were going. tall city blocks of buildings gave way to more and more trees and empty spaces of fields.
"It's just for this specific event, Jimmy did a piece on it a week ago." Clark spoke.
"It's your surprise actually." Clark said pretending to stretch and placing his arm across you.
"I know it's probably not like the ones back homeâŚ" You glanced at Clark then you heard a child on the bus shout with glee.
"Mom! it's a pumpkin a Giant pumpkin like the book! look mommy look!"
You looked out the window and saw the lights twinkling in the distance as the bus pulled off the highway towards the sign that said "Fall Festival with the Biggest pumpkin grown this year!"
You gasped and reached for Clark's hand excitedly. Seeing the bale of hay and pumpkins resting on them, big pumpkins, little pumpkins carved out with faces and flickering with lights in them.
"apple picking, hay rides, carnival games and ridesâŚClark!" You exclaimed.
He just smiled with glee.
"Surprise." He grinned at you.
Soon the bus came to a stop and you instantly felt like a kid again.
"Ok, everyone the last bus leaves at 10pm be back before then."
Clark couldn't stop smiling at how excited you were and let you drag him wherever you wanted to go. apple picking through the baskets, eating some sweets, riding the tractor ride. Walking though the make shift maze.
Clark even won you one of those giant stuffed animals. It took him a while cause it looked like he was trying to not actually break anything, but when he finally hit all the bottles he looked relieved.
It was a teddy bear, how fitting.
Clark knew he was blushing when you kissed his cheek right after that cause of how happy you were. It embarrassed you too, but felt right. Trying to hide your shy smile but Clark still saw it and grinned softly.
He enjoyed being around you. Your boisterous laugh, your smile, the way you told stories, your humor, your style. You always seemed to match colors by accident no matter what you were wearing and look amazing no matter what.
You walked all the way to the back of the que for the bus you were already on cloud nine and then some you beamed up at a Clark. He smiled right back at you.
He was smitten. After doing everything you wanted to do at the pop up carnival you two started your way to the long que for the bus.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yea."
"WouldâŚyou be my girl?" Clark told reaching for your hand.
You couldn't help but squeal a little bit. Clark acted like he didn't hear it. Shifting his fingers on the bag of apples you'd picked in his other hand instead, as he waited for your answer.
You nodded. "Yeah, Clark I'd like that, Im your girl & you my man." You smiled gleefully. You both leaned in to kiss each other before you were interrupted by the bus driver.
"Hey! Ken & Barbie let's go!" The bus driver shouted to you and Clark.
You both hurried into the bus all the way to the back with the bear. Clark placed the bear into its own seat and definitely didn't mind when you cuddled up to him in the bucket seat. He was looking forward to being with you for however long you'd have him.
Summary: It's the day right after your date with Clark & of course all your coworkers & friends want the tea on EVERYTHING. And you go on your next date.
Warnings: None still were still in fluffy territory everyone!!!
Note: I dont use y/n only you & if you see this (....) it's whatever choice you want. y/n is jarring to me so i dont use it
Words: 1,153
"4 coffee's with room!" You smiled at the person as they walked away with the drink tray.
"Have a good one!" You told. Watching the last customer from the morning rush walk away.
Your coworker brought you some water in a mason jar that had a few ice cubes in it. You took a couple sips. You felt her eyes on you from the register.
"How was your date?" He prodded.
You tried to hide a smile in your glass. Kara caught it instantly.
"Ooooo GURL SPILL IT!" She leaned over the counter towards you.
" Where you go, what you do and are you going to go out with him again?"
"The record store, look for some Cds on my list and talk and listen to music and yeahâŚ"
Kara squealed while you smiled like a schoolgirl.
Clark came back from lunch plopping in his swivel chair and getting back to work on his edits. Jimmy walked over to Clark's desk and leaned on his desk.
"Hey, Jimmy." Clark greeted not even looking up from his computer.
"So how'd the date go?" He asked. A smile crept it's way onto Clark's face.
"It went well."
"Good for you man!" Jimmy smiled at him.
Clark spun around back in his chair to get to work.
Later around the early afternoon you were texting Clark to plan your next date.
Clark: I had fun at the record store with you. What do you want to do this week? Iâd be happy to tag along.
You:âŚare you sure?
Clark: yeah, Iâm sure.
You: I want to go to the Zoo their are some new baby animals that I want to see :)
Clark: Sure! i like animals
You: :D yay hows next Saturday for you?
Clark: I canât do Saturday Iâm on an assignment for work, Howâs Sunday?
You: I work closing but Iâm free during the day anytime before 5pm.
Clark: mmmâŚ.ok hows 10am?
You: Thatâs perfect! Itâs a date then.
Clark: Iâll see you then. :)
Next Week...
Your car rolled down the highway as you and Clark drove further out of Metropolis. the drive to the zoo wasn't too far out of the city it was 20 minutes by freeway and 45 minutes if you took the back roads. You opted for the first.
"So What's your favorite animal?" Clark asked.
"I have a favorite for every habitat." You told.
"On land its anâŚ."
"in the sea its anâŚ."
"Saltwater or Freshwater?"
You smiled.
"Saltwater."
"I like TortoisesâŚnot turtles although they are very cool too!"
"Whats the difference?"
"One lives on the land the other in the water."
You drove past the sign 'Metropolis Zoo next exit.' You got excited smiling from ear to ear.
Clark thought it was cute.
You rolled into a space and got out a cold wind gust blew against you just as you got out. You zipped up your coat and pulled out your zipper pouch bag.
You searched your back seat for an extra hat for days such as this. When the weather decided to switch it up. You found your silk lined hat and pressed it on your head. You locked your car and linked your arm in Clark's as you walked to the entrance.
He had a checkered red jacket on and for once a pair of jeans. Instead of his business suit pants. You didn't think he owned another pair of pants besides slacks. He definitely looked good to you.
I'd climb him like a treeâŚ
Once you paid and got through the gate you two walked to the giant directory inside past the entrance.
You found what you were looking for and pulled Clark in that direction.
The pair of you passed the eagles and the wolves. You looked around in their habitat but they weren't there, till you walked around to the back of it and saw a pack of wolves just chilling out.
you chuckled at the kids howling at the wolves and the wolves responding to them.
"That's cute."
Clark smiled at the kids having fun too.
"Hey Clark, have you ever seen a moose?"
He shook his head no. You grabbed his hand out of excitement and pulled him towards the Moose habitat.
Clark felt your cool hand in his as you pulled him along. He held your hand gently and smiled to himself.
"That's a humongous animal!" Clark bewildered.
"uh huh." You mumbled. Watching in awe as the moose got up from laying down and started to walk around.
You and Clark saw lions, tigers and bears! And you even visited a petting zoo where you could not help but watch Clark become friends with a cow. It rubbed its head in his face demanding he pet it more. You pulled out your phone to take a few pictures of Clark and cute animal.
You melted at how Clark talked to the cow, like they knew each other their whole lives.
"Come on cow whisperer let the kids have their turn." You nudged Clark.
Clark told goodbye to the furry friend and apologized to the kids on the way out of the barn.
Rounding the corner to your next destination you found the animals you were looking for.
"The baby elephant!!" You squealed in excitement. briskly walking towards that next with Clark on your heels.
There were a lot of people all going to the same habitat to see the new babies. There was a gap down in front of the gate and you snuck into that spot as Clark stood directly behind you.
"awwww its so cute!!! Their bald and furry at the same time!" You told out loud.
Clark laughed at your cuteness.
"They are cute."
Clark and you enjoyed a few more hours walking around the zoo seeing animals and learning about them. Clark even bought you a stuffed elephant at the gift shop.
When the parking lot trolley came you took the back row with Clark. Hugging your stuffy with a soft smile on your face.
"That was fun." You told gleefully.
Clark agreed. He glaceed down at your hand and slowly put his large one over yours. You smiled brighter looking down at where you hand was. Bitting the inside of your cheek you entangled your fingers with his. Only to glance back up to see him smiling softly at you.
"I like it when you hold my hand." Clark told you. After that well you defiantly couldn't stop smiling.
When the trolley stopped at your section you two walked off joining hands once again walking to the car. The drive back to Metropolis was filled with fun conversations and that bubbly feel good feeling.
