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onlydreamofmysoul · 3 years

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Cardigan (Wolfstar)

I sat down to write a teeny drabble with two lines from the song Cardigan by Taylor Swift. It quickly spiralled into this. (I really love it though).

Set in the cannon universe, cw for mentions of death, injuries and scars. (Nothing graphic though).

I knew you, dancing in your Levi’s drunk under a streetlight.

“Shh! Pads. you’re gonna get us caught!” Remus half-whispered, his own voice a tad too loud for his own liking but his slightly tipsy state didn’t allow for a lower volume. Sirius spun into him smushing his fingers right up against Remus’ lips, both of them chest to chest under James’ cloak. It was hard to believe the four of them mused to fit under this - now it only just about covered Remus and Sirius even with Remus ducking down to Sirius’ height.

“Come on Moony, you’re ‘Perfect Mister Prefect’,” He said, punctuating each word of the grand title with his index finger poking into Remus; chest. “Even if we do get caught, you can charm our way out of it.”

Remus rolled his eyes, but followed. The passage was dim and the ground was uneven and to be perfectly honest, they hadn’t yet discovered if this particular passage way had been caved in since they last explored it the previous year, but Sirius seemed sure of himself and that was enough for Remus. If Sirius was the one leading, he’d always follow.

“Alright, but I’m late on a transfiguration essay, so if Minnie catches us, you’re on your own. I need to save my charm for that.” He said, his tone stern, but all his reserve melted when Sirius smiled up at him and pressed a victorious kiss to his cheek.

“I take back your title.” Sirius said dramatically, looking at Remus with a smug righteousness. “Apparently ‘Perfect Mister Prefect’ isn’t so perfect after all.”

He pressed his mouth right up next to Remus’ ear just as they stepped out the little secret entrance, ducking under the ivy trellis that hid their little passageway. “It’s a good thing I like bad boys.” Sirius breathed, and Remus couldn’t wait any more, not caring whether the cloak revealed their ankles or not when he pulled Sirius in for a blazing kiss.

“I love you, you know that, right?”

Sirius smirked and kissed him again. “That seems to be the general consensus.”

Remus laughed and took off walking again, tugging the cloak off as soon as they were far enough away from the school, catching hands and spinning under the soft glow of the lamplights illuminating the path to Hogsmeade. Sirius tilted his head back, still spinning, their hands acting as the axis that centred the entire universe.

“I love you too.”

I knew you, hands under my sweatshirt, baby kiss it better.

“Sirius, if you don’t start being more careful, I’m gonna-”

“What?” Sirius teased, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively, looking far too haughty for a man sitting on a countertop, his legs dangling in the air. “What’re you gonna do Re? You gonna punish me?”

Remus pursed his lips to try hide his smile, but gave in, kissing Sirius once briefly.

“No,” He said, pulling up Sirius’ jumper to get a proper look at the gash he had acquired after climbing a tree. Then subsequently falling out of said tree. “But I will send you to Madam Pomfrey and have you try to explain to her that you thought you’d be able to pull off a levitation charm if there was a ‘more extreme sense of urgency’.” He finished, mocking Sirius’ words from earlier.

Sirius just scrunched up his face playfully in retaliation, before breathing in shakily as Remus coated the cut with a liberal amount of salve, watching in fascination as the skin knitted back together.

“There.” He said, straightening up to stand between Sirius’ legs, pulling down his jumper again. “Good as new.”

“Nah ah.” Sirius countered, shaking his head as his legs locked behind Remus’ back, binding them together. “Gotta kiss it better.”

Remus wet his lips, shaking his head in fond disbelief, but leaned in willingly, feeling the hot slide of Sirius’ mouth against his own cooler one.

“All better?” Remus asked, panting slightly as they rested their foreheads together.

Sirius shrugged, hooking his arm more firmly around Remus’ neck. “Close, but not quite better yet.”

Remus huffed a laugh through his nose, but gladly locked their lips together again, the pair fully intertwined as if they had been made for each other.

(And maybe they had. For what else was the moon to do but love the stars?)

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favourite.

“Sirius?” Re said softly, pushing the door to their dorm open slowly. “Are you here?”

“Yeah,” Came a muffled reply. “I’m here.”

Remus stepped into the room, looking first to Sirius’ bed to find it empty. Remus frowned, looking around to find Sirius curled up on Remus’ own bed, his favourite cardigan folded gently around him.

“Hi sweetheart,” Remus said, voice hushed as he climbed onto the bed next to the other boy, noting the red stained eyes and puffed lips. “What do you need?”

At the words, anything that seemed to be holding Sirius together until that point shattered, the raven haired boy collapsing into Sirius’ arms.

“Re,” He gasped, between his sobs as Remus just pulled him closer. “Why is it possible to love someone who hates you? Isn’t love supposed to be good? If it’s so great, then why the fuck does it hurt so much?”

Remus’ heart clenched. Regulus.

“I don’t know sweetheart,” He murmured, holding Sirius close. “But it makes us who we are.” He cupped Sirius’ face so he could meet the raging stormy eyes. “It’s better to have loved and have lost than to never have loved at all.”

Sirius just blinked at him.

“But for the record,” Remus said, touching their heads together. “I don’t think you’ve lost him. He’s just lost right now. But he’ll find his way back to you.”

Sirius nodded, and slumped against Remus’ chest, no longer crying, just breathing deeply.

“You know Remus Lupin,” He whispered after a while. “I don’t care how long it takes, but I’m gonna marry you someday.”

To kiss in cars, and downtown bars, was all we needed.

“Oh Merlin, they’re snogging again.” Peter commented as he turned his head to spot James and Lily, leaning in for a kiss. Remus, currently with his tongue in Sirius’ mouth heard this, but let Peter discover the other couple in his own time.

“Christ, the pair of you are too. You’re all fuckin at it.” He grumbled. If Remus’ mouth wasn’t already a little preoccupied, he would have laughed. There it was.

“Right, I’m off to find humans capable of holding decent conversation.” Peter muttered and he might have left. He could have stayed and done a jig on the table for all Remus cared, but in this moment, he noticed none of it. What was the poem he had read somewhere? Stars and moths and rinds slanting around fruit. This moment.

You drew stars around my scars and now I’m bleeding.

“Hey, look at this.” Sirius said somewhat excitedly, rolling away from Remus momentarily and returning with a quill and a jar of ink.

Remus eyed him skeptically, his arm tucked under his head as they lounged on his bed, the curtains drawn to create the illusion of their own little oasis.

“I bet I could draw stars on your chest and then your scars could connect them, like in astronomy.”

Remus bit his lip, looking at Sirius’ appraised expression. “I feel like I should say no,” He said slowly, even as he unscrewed the ink. “But go for it.”

Sirius grinned triumphantly and studied Remus for a minute, brushing the quill over his lips as he concentrated. Remus couldn’t help but muse that if Sirius put half as much effort into his schoolwork as he was doing here, he would be top of the class. Finally, Sirius ditched the quill, dipping a finger into the ink directly.

“I don’t want the point of the quill to scratch you.” He explained, after noticing Remus’ raised eyebrow. Something warmed inside Remus’ chest while something cold trickled over the outside. Remus closed his eyes and let himself focus on the slightly ticklish, but mostly soothing sensation of Sirius tracing patterns over his skin.

“Done.” Sirius muttered after a while and Remus opened his eyes, raising his head a little to peer down at himself. He looked like some abstract piece of art, covered in black and blue and red and green, scars shining silver between it all.

“Woah,” He breathed, “That’s pretty cool.”

Sirius grinned, then pointed to a star just over Remus; appendix. “That’s Sirius right there.”

Remus hummed, pursing his lips together, then grabbed a jar of ink, tracing a star a little messily, right over his heart.

“Nah,” He countered, “Sirius is there.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, but came up to press their lips together. In the morning, they both looked like works of art.

But I knew you, stepping on the last train, marked me like a blood stain.

“I can’t believe this is the last time we’ll be taking this train.” James said, the four of them standing in a row on the platform, not yet ready to get on.

“We’ll be back.” Remus said. “Someday, we’ll be back.”

Sirius linked their fingers together. As one, the marauders stepped onto the train.

Mischief Managed.

I knew you, tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy.

Remus just stared at the auror.

“Mr Lupin,” The man said gently, playing his hand tenderly on Remus’ arm. Remus didn’t know what his name was. It was probable the man had said it but Remus wasn’t listening. Everything had gone dark. “I realise this must come as a shock.”

Remus wrenched his arm back, shaking his head. “A shock?” He laughed a little manically. “No, you’re wrong.”

“Mr Lupin, we have evidence that Sirius Black was the one to-”

“Well you’re wrong!” Remus yelled. Or maybe he had whispered. It was possible he hadn’t even spoken at all, but the words swirled around and around in his head. “I don’t know how, but you’re wrong. You’re wrong, this isn’t right, you have it all wrong, he would never-”

Remus gasped, pressing a hand to his cracking heart as if it would hold him together. “He would never.” He repeated, his voice breaking, tears streaming down his cheeks. When they had gotten there, he didn’t know, but their presence was suddenly noticeable with the cold rush against Remus’ skin.

“I’m so sorry.” The auror said and then he was gone. And Remus was alone.

Had it always been this way? Remus alone. Remus with friends. Remus with Sirius. Remus alone.

Maybe he had made the entire thing up.

But dreams didn’t leave you feeling like the last kiss you’d ever had was from a dementor, not your true love.

It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. He had said that to Sirius once.

What a fool he had been.

I knew you, leaving like a father, running like water, when you are young they assume you know nothing.

“It is believed this was a plan Mr Black had been staging for quite some time now.” A newspaper read. Remus snorted and threw it in the fire. Sirius couldn’t even plan a week in advance. What they fuck did these people know.

But then, what did Remus know? His love was long lost, Rapunzel in a tower. Remus was no knight.

But he knew in his heart, none of this was true. He knew. He didn't care what anyone else said, they may have known his thoughts, but Remus knew his heart.

But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss.

Sirius’ leather jacket still hung in the cupboard under the stairs. His hair potion, still in the shower. Remus couldn’t bear to see them. He could never throw them away.

I knew you’d haunt all of my what if’s.

Remus should have fought harder for Harry.

He should have, he should have, he should have, he should have.

He should have known better.

What if.

A smirking smile and stormy eyes. Hair held up with a wand. Those same dark strands coiled around Remus’ fingers.

The smell of smoke would hang around this long. Cause I knew everything when I was young.

Remus woke up to James’ scream. Except it couldn’t be James. Unless… Had this all been a dream?

James opened his eyes and suddenly there was Lily. Lily and James and they didn’t know who Remus was.

(Remus had been the first one to hold baby Harry. Before even Sirius. And now he didn’t even know him)

I knew I’d curse you for the longest time.

Remus hated Sirius. Not for being the notorious mass murderer Sirius Black. But for leaving him alone.

Why is it possible to love someone who hates you? Remus wanted to laugh. His question to Sirius now would be this; Why couldn’t he stop loving someone he should hate.

Chasing shadows in the grocery line.

The students all murmured about the Grimm. The paintings gossiped about little else. Even the staff room had a few words on the subject matter. Remus tried not to let his heart flutter.

(But his boy was free. And there was a grim on the loose).

I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired.

Walking down to Hagrid's hut, Remus thought he saw something rustle in the bushes. He stepped off the path and looked closer, barely even breathing as his heart thundered, but the shadows that had lurked were gone.

And you’d be standing in my front porch light.

“Lie low at Lupins.”

For the first time in twelve years, amber met grey.

“Re,” Sirius croaked, and Remus shattered. He pulled Sirius inside the door quickly, shutting it and reinforcing all of the charms around his little cottage, drawing all the blinds shut and placing a charm around the area so he would know if anyone approached the house before he finally turned, and there he was.

And I knew you’d come back to me.

Not Mass Murderer Sirius Black.

Not even Padfoot.

But Sirius. Remus’ Sirius.

“Re,” Sirius said again, “It’s not true, it’s not true.” He said, repeating the words as he shook his head, eyes filling. “It’s not true, I would never.”

He would never.

Remus shook his head too, pulling Sirius into the tightest hug they ever might have shared.

“I know.” He whispered. “I know.”

You’d come back to me.

Sirius after a few weeks of good food and warmth looked a lot more like the boy Remus had once known, but there was no denying the person with his was now a man. Remus supposed they both were.

You’d come back.

“I love you.” Sirius whispered one night as they were curled under a blanket, Remus reading as Sirius lay on his chest, the position comforting and oh so familiar.

“Do you think you could ever love me again?”

Remus’ heart cracked as he set down his book and curled his fingers gently around Sirius’ jaw, tilting his head so Remus could look into that swirling sea.

“Love you again?” He said, his voice nearly cracking in disbelief. “Pads, how could I love you again when I never stopped?”

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favourite.

“I can’t believe you still have this.” Sirius whispered, pulling the same cardigan he always stole out of the back of Remus’ drawer.

“It used to smell like you.” Remus admitted. “But I wore it too much, I missed you too much.”

Sirius smiled, shrugging it on, it curling around his shoulders the way he curled into Remus, tilting his head up and pressing his lips against Remus’.

“I can fix that.” He whispered and Remus held him close, taking his time.

(For what else was the moon to do but love the stars?)

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kenanda · 3 years

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For the smut prompt a lonelyeyes mix of 106, 111 and 127? If you want only.

This took a while, but it was just too good a prompt not to give it my best shot. I hope you enjoy it.

Happy belated birthday!! Consider this your gift from moi <3 🎁🎉

prompt 106. “Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, i was just..” “Want some help?” prompt 111. “You have no idea how much I want you.” prompt 127. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

CRAVING Rating: EXPLICIT Words: 5,7k Pairing: LonelyEyes Characters: Elias Bouchard; Peter Lukas; Tim Stoker; Martin Blackwood; Gertrude Robinson (mention); Jurgen Leitner (mention). Tags: Established Relationship; Parenthood; Smut; PWP; Mutual Pining; Fluff; Sweet; Masturbating; Cock sucking; Handjobs; Scent Kink; Fingering; Anal Fingering; Anal Sex; Dirty Talk; Banter; Wearing the other's clothes; Doting Parents!LonelyEyes; unbeta'd; Tim and Martin are their kids AGAIN

Disclaimer: These characters AREN’T mine. They belong to Rusty Quill’s The Magnus Archives. Warning: This work ISN’T SUITABLE for minors. It’s a NSFW piece of slash fiction. Therefore, if you’re a minor or in any way squicked by what’s in the tags, DO NOT READ!

Filthy, FILTHY LonelyEyes below the cut, my beloved. It's official, this is now a Verse.

Ever since they became parents, Peter and Elias haven’t known what alone time is anymore. Life is a jolly mess most of the time, with all things required for the rearing of two children. Even if the boys are now a bit older and can shoulder small responsibilities, it still seems like too much is going on at once.

Some days are more hectic than others, which often sends the two men to bed at 10PM feeling like they could sleep for days. Work hasn’t been any better in allowing for a break — Peter’s schedule has him away for months every now and again, and Elias can hardly ever catch a break from the Institute (he’s the Head, after all).

Needless to say, it all takes a toll on their love life. They can count in one hand the number of times they’ve had a weekend for themselves in the past few years. When they want sex, it’s always rushed and quiet, afraid that one of the kids will wake up because of a nightmare and ask to sleep with them.

Elias misses the days when he and Peter would go on long dates and weekend trips; catches himself thinking about those every once in a while, of how they would spare a day to stay in their room talking and getting each other off. They aren’t that young and horny anymore, but there’s still enough of that old spark that Elias will sometimes get turned on merely watching Peter doing mundane stuff, like doing the dishes.

To think that they didn’t get along at first. Elias chuckles whenever he remembers the first time they were together. Peter had been a cocky bastard, but Elias had been cockier and given Peter one hell of a show. Elias still has the eye tattoo on his stomach, but he had removed the nipple piercings once he’d started working. Peter had been so impressed by them, he had played and pulled on them with his teeth once they actually went on a proper date.

Elias lets out a nostalgic sigh.

“Everything alright?” Peter asks over his shoulder.

“Yeah,” Elias breathes. “Fine. Just reminiscing about stuff.”

“Such as…?” Peter rinses a bowl of oatmeal.

“That time you used to be more of an insufferable arse.”

Peter snorts. “You’re one to talk, love.”

Elias can’t help a smile. “We turned out alright. Sometimes though, I miss those days.”

Peter’s disbelief is visible even from his back. “Really!? We used to be swamped all the time, and there was that professor, Jonah- Wouldn’t leave you alone. I think he wanted to — what was it he used to say — see you.”

Elias shudders with a disgusted noise and gets up. He circles Peter’s waist and hooks a chin over his shoulder, pressing their bodies flush enough that there’s no mistaking that he’s half-hard. Peter drops a spoon in the sink with a clatter.

“Oh, wow, hello there.”

Elias giggles. “I miss you,” he whispers. He gives Peter’s nape a slow, open mouthed kiss, causing the larger man to shiver.

“Elias…”

“I know, I know.” Elias pauses, buries his nose into Peter's neck, where his silver hair has grown past his ear. He smells so good. “I could take a day off tomorrow. We could ask Gertie to keep an eye on the boys over the weekend. She’s always delighted to see them.”

After the beach incident in which they had met, Gertrude Robinson had become a dear friend of the family. She and her husband (an old scholar with a booming voice and a gentle face called Jurgen) had a massive library and a collection of items from all over the world. The boys always returned home with strange facts about books and places of which neither Peter or Elias had ever heard. Gertrude also had a grandchild a year older than Martin, Jon, whom Martin had (at the tender age of seven) sworn to marry.

Peter thinks about it for a moment, but doesn’t sound too hopeful in his reply. “They’ll need me at work tomorrow. I already said I’d be there, and it could take a while.”

“Can’t always have it all...”

Peter turns around and holds Elias’s face to give him a kiss. Elias struggles at first because Peter’s hands are covered in suds, but eventually gives in. The kiss is slow and warm; if he isn't careful, Elias can easily get carried away with it. Peter’s growing beard is ticklish, but when it slides down his jaw and neck, Elias has to stifle a whimper.

“I’m sorry, love.”

Elias shakes his head. “It’s fine. I’ll survive.”

That’s not to say Elias’s body will just quit the yearning — it becomes quite self-evident when Peter pulls away and Elias is half-tempted to chase his lips.

But then one of the kids calls him and he needs to go. It's like that the whole day.

Elias only gets some blessed alone time with his husband before bed. Peter pulls him into a hug and they kiss until they have to stop before it gets too hot to ignore. Elias grabs Peter’s hand when it slides between them, because one thing will certainly lead to another.

“Pretty please?” Peter pouts. It looks outrageous on him and Elias barks out a laugh.

Peter smiles, but it fades into something else — something charged. They are kissing again before they know it, and it’s insane how well Peter fits between his legs. The weight of his larger body on top of him, pressing down where it feels so good, has Elias wrapping both legs around his waist and using them for leverage. Peter hums in approval.

At least, Elias is not alone in his lust. Peter is usually quieter about his wants and needs, but once he’s into it, he’s ready to go all the way. Perhaps Elias should’ve been more careful, because now he has to live with the knowledge that Peter is right there and that he wants it just as bad as Elias.

They are humping through their clothes and Elias is ready to make a mess of his pants just like that when there’s a yell from down the hall. Elias’s head snaps up and he all but tosses Peter off of him to leap up and grab his robes.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“Is it Martin again,” Peter rubs his eyes tiredly, pulling a pillow over his clothed erection.

“Coming! Daddy is coming!” Elias yells back.

Afterwards, they cuddle in shared frustration until they fall asleep. When Elias wakes up the next morning, Peter’s boner is poking his arse, so he gives it a wistful little press. Peter groans and holds Elias there with an arm around his waist. Peter grinds up and Elias huffs into the pillow.

“Wanna finish what we started?”

“Be late for work,” Elias points out. Peter swears, but lets him go.

They’re out an hour later; Elias drops the kids off and heads to work. Heavy clouds of sleep deprivation and sexual frustration hang ominously above his head.

Thankfully, work is something he can lose himself in. He’s good at what he does and there’s something soothing about all those Excel sheets. Coupled with the steady hum of the AC, they almost make Elias forget his troubles.

But then he sees the flyer for this new jazz café that had opened a few months ago, where he had intended to take Peter on a date but never managed to make time, and his face falls. Damn, he misses his husband’s presence, his silly jokes and ridiculous sailor stories.

Lunch hour comes in a blink; Elias is poking a fork into his salad with an utter lack of enthusiasm when his phone chirps with an incoming message. He wipes his mouth and sees that it’s from Peter.

It’s a picture of Peter standing in front of a tall restroom mirror. He’s wearing the big old ratty coat he’d left with this morning, but it’s pulled halfway to the side to reveal Peter’s hand clutching the sizable girth of him through his grey slacks.

Elias chokes on lettuce.

What’s the meaning of this???

Been thinking of you. A lot. — is Peter’s swift reply.

Well, Elias has too, but not to this extent. Can I call you?

Peter calls him instead. “Hey.”

“Are you mad!? I’m in the middle of work!”

Peter laughs. “You talk as if you don’t have a cushy office all to yourself to play as you wish.”

“Yes, at least I can say that. You on the other hand, you’ve got a bloody crew swarming you every day.”

“I’m not on the ship right now. And there are stalls here.”

“You’re hiding in the loo?!”

“Had to. Wouldn’t stop thinking of you. Now, do you want to play?”

“You can’t be doing what I think you’re doing. What if someone comes in?”

There’s something hot and heavy about Peter's chuckle that makes Elias shudder. “A while ago, you’d be the first to say fuck it.”

“Well, apparently one of us has grown past that.”

“I bet you wouldn’t refuse if you could see how hard I am right now.”

It’s a bait. Elias knows it’s a cheap bait and that he’s gonna fall straight for it if he isn't careful. When he reaches down, he notices that he’s hard too. Shit.

“I’m not gonna do this. Bloody hell, not in the middle of work. Fucking Rosie could walk in. Did you know I have a reputation to maintain?” Elias pinches the bridge of his nose. “This can wait until we’re home.”

“We won’t have time then,” Peter replies. “And I miss you too, you know.”

Elias makes a pained little noise. “You have no idea how much I want you right now. But this will wait. We’ll figure it out.”

“How much? Show me.”

"Peter," Elias warns.

Peter gives it up with a breathy laugh. "Okay," he whispers. “See you at home. Love you.”

“You too.”

Apparently, Elias’ ability to stick to reason is intact even with his horny-addled brain. He lets out a deep exhale after the call is over.

The next ten minutes are spent willing his boner to go down by and focusing on work. It’s uncomfortable, but he manages. It gives him a headache for the rest of the day and much to think about — and even more to look forward to.

Unfortunately for both, Peter shoots him a message later on telling Elias that he will be home late and not to wait for him. The boys are disappointed, because it was film night and Peter had promised to watch Return of the King with them. Elias is sad, too; Peter had come back from three months at sea not a week ago, but again they have to be apart.

Elias helps the kids with homework and gets on a work call that drags on for an hour, which only serves to worsen his headache.

During dinner, Elias is taken aback by how observant his youngest is. Martin’s Daddy must be wearing his sourest look, for it prompts the boy to pat Elias’ hand (exactly how Peter does when someone’s upset) and tell him:

“Don’t be sad, Daddy. Dad will be home soon and then you can complain to him about work.”

Elias nearly chokes on food the second time that day. Tim chimes in.

“Yeah, dad. Don’t worry about it. The old man knows what he’s doing.” And without missing a beat, with those big brown eyes of his. “Can I play before bed?”

“Definitely not. You’ll wake up cranky tomorrow.” Tim pouts, tries again, but Elias’s word is final (even if he feels soft after their comforting words). “Thank you, boys. I know how much you look forward to movie night. I’m sorry it didn’t work.”

Tim shrugs, digging into his pasta. Martin is quick to come up with a solution.

“Can you read for us, daddy?”

That catches Tim’s attention. Elias crosses both hands over the table.

“Oh? What would you like me to read?”

Martin leaps out of the chair and thrusts a tomato-sauce covered spoon up in the air. “The adventures of the incredible Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag-End!” he roars.

Tim rolls his eyes.

It doesn’t take them long to sleep with Elias reading The Hobbit. Well, it doesn’t take Tim long to sleep (he’s heard this story countless times before and it's a favourite, even if now he says it's for babies) — Martin is paying close attention and interrupting Elias every now and again to ask questions. When the youngest finally drifts off, Elias tucks him in and puts the book back on the shelf.

Tim is almost as tall as Elias now, but Elias can still pick him up from Martin’s bed and carry him to his own bedroom. For someone who wanted to play video games and rolled his eyes at their book choice, his oldest fell asleep very swiftly.

Elias clears the dinner table, does the dishes and puts the rest of the food away. It’s a little past 10PM now and Peter is still not home. Elias only hopes nothing bad has happened (especially after today’s surprise).

Elias finally has a chance to shower and spends five minutes just letting the hot water spray massage his back. He considers touching himself — the awareness that he could use an orgasm and that now is the perfect time to achieve it is very present within him — but before he comes to a decision, he’s already stepped out of the bathroom.

Peter’s sleep t-shirt seems to eye him from the bed as Elias pats himself dry. Should he? After all, why not? He misses the old fool.

Elias pulls the t-shirt on and has to suppress a laugh at how silly he looks, greying brown curls plastered to his forehead and lean body looking too small in that tee — Peter is many sizes larger than him, so the item reaches halfway down his thighs. Elias pulls on some underwear and crawls into bed with a book. The t-shirt is so large that he has to keep adjusting it lest it falls below his shoulder.

For the first hour, Elias tries to read. He really, really does. But perhaps wearing Peter’s clothes hadn’t been his brightest idea. The item is soaked in Peter’s scent, which is positively distracting. Elias catches himself reading the same line three times and lets out a frustrated groan.

“Okay, fine! Fine, I’ll do it!”

Elias shoves the book onto the bedside table and ducks beneath the duvets, lying on his side. He’ll make this as quick as he can and then he’ll go the fuck to sleep.

He runs a hand down his chest, but it feels more perfunctory than pleasant. When it's Peter doing it, it has Elias shivering in no time. Elias closes his eyes and tries to relax, tries to think of how it feels when Peter rubs a rough palm over his nipples and kisses his belly until he squirms.

Elias has left the door open and his ears peeled to any sounds of little steps in the hallway, so it takes a while to concentrate on the ways his body is reacting.

Eventually though, it becomes easier — there have been no steps, no sounds but the soft little puffs of air that he’s letting out. One of his hands is rubbing a nipple through the t-shirt and the other is cupping his cock. Pleasure finally takes over when he presses that hand down his pelvis and a shiver runs up his body, arching his back.

Elias slips a hand under the waistband of his underwear and wraps it around his cock to pull back the skin. It’s getting hot and damp under the duvets, but Elias doesn’t plan to make this long. Just a bit more and he’ll come.

A twist of his wrist has him shuddering and letting out a breathy curse. Elias pulls the too-large shirt up to his nose and takes a big inhale. His mind is filled with Peter and he darts a tongue out for a taste, but gets none.

Still, he has had Peter in his mouth times enough to remember his taste. It makes Elias wet at the tip. He’s so close, so fucking close — but he’s also tempted to keep edging himself; keep thinking of all the things he wishes Peter would do to him. It’s been too fucking long, and he knows that if he doesn’t give his body what it wants every once in a while, it will just keep coming back to bother him.

But then again, the mess… And he’s so close, so, so close. Just a bit more, just drown out everything else.

Elias is so lost in his chase that doesn’t hear it when the front door clicks open; nor when a heavy coat is hung on the hallway pegs; doesn’t notice some of the lights being turned on and off, and is completely oblivious to the figure standing on the threshold and the socked steps that carry the man inside.

Elias only notices that Peter has arrived home when the duvet is gently pulled back and Peter’s smiling face pokes into his line of view — but by the time Peter has let out a soft “hey darling, what are you doing” Elias has already let out a blood-curdling scream and punched him in the face.

Peter falls flat on his bum with an expletive. “Jesus! What the fuck, Elias!”

Elias clutches his chest, breathing hard. “Oh- Oh Lord Jesus. My heart, my poor heart.” He turns to Peter with murder in his eyes. “What the hell were you thinking sneaking in like that?!”

Peter gets up, rubbing his sore bum. “I didn’t exactly try to sneak in, maybe you just didn’t hear me. I wasn’t particularly trying to be quiet. What the hell are you doing still up anyway?”

Elias ignores him. He snaps his head to the hallway. “Do you think the kids heard it?”

Peter shrugs, still sore.

“Get on!”

Peter grudgingly goes to check on the kids, but comes back shaking his head. Elias falls back into bed with a relieved sigh. Peter takes up a spot near the edge.

“What are you doing up? It’s way past midnight.”

Elias then remembers that his (now very much limp) dick is still out under the duvets. “Nothing much, I was just reading.”

“You were reading under the covers in the dark.”

Elias nods.

Peter isn’t convinced, but that gives way to a confused frown. “Hold on, is that my t-shirt?”

Elias looks down as if he hadn’t realised he had been wearing it. “Huh. I guess.”

Peter’s frown deepens. He touches the duvet. Elias clutches it and holds it down on reflex. Peter’s mouth opens in an accusing “oh!”

Peter can be very stubborn when he sets his mind upon something. This time, said something happens to be getting the covers out of the way.

Elias curls in on himself and burrows deeper into the duvet, but Peter (the cheap bastard that he is) resorts to tickling. Elias muffles an ugly laugh into the pillow. Peter is laughing too.

“Stop! Fuck, I’ll show you, stop!” Elias wheezes. Peter’s laughter dies off. He combs Elias’s damp hair backwards and kisses his cheek.

Elias sits up and pulls the duvet aside, feeling completely undignified. His cock is poking out above the underwear, but at least the t-shirt is covering it.

It’s enough for Peter to put two and two together.

“Were you masturbating?”

“No. Like I said, I was reading.”

Peter reaches for the hem of the shirt. Elias grabs his hand. “I said I was reading.”

Peter drops it, lets his hand fall to Elias’s thigh. A moment later, he gives it a squeeze. “Want some help?”

Elias narrows his eyes at him, then glances at the clock. Way, way past midnight.

The squeeze is back, travelling upwards. In spite of his better judgement, Elias’s legs fall open to give it more access and he sighs in defeat. So much for a steely resolve.

Peter slides a palm under the shirt but doesn’t get the item out of the way. Rather, he caresses Elias’s stomach and lower pelvis. Elias shivers deliciously; he’d been dreaming of this all day.

“You’ve been holding back a lot today,” Peter points out after Elias gets hard with just some light teasing. Peter hasn’t even touched his cock.

Elias wiggles to get Peter to touch him, slides down the bed. The invitation is clear enough, but Peter seems to be waiting for a verbal one. “I was being a sensible adult.”

Peter smiles. “Thought you’d like a bit of sexting. You used to love it back in uni.”

Elias had always been weak to Peter’s eyes, especially when they’re looking at him as if he’s something to be slowly savoured and then swallowed. Elias rolls his hips, staring at Peter’s hand on his inner thigh. The movement almost makes it touch his cock, but misses it for a few inches. Elias huffs in frustration.

“Thought you said you were going to help.”

“I can only help if you tell me what you want.”

Elias rolls his eyes at him. Peter waits happily.

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

“My cock.” Elias wants to punch him when Peter merely raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. “Touch my cock, please?”

If that doesn’t do it, Elias is getting a divorce. To his delight, it awakens something in Peter that makes his eyes go dark with lust.

“Fuck, yes. But it’s too dry- Where’s the-” Elias passes him the lube before Peter finishes the sentence. “Love you.”

Peter squirts some lube onto his palms and rubs them together. They’re cool when they touch Elias’s inner thighs and drag down, massaging the region and getting it all wet.

Elias sighs, eyes fluttering momentarily. He can’t help but roll his hips to ease some of the tension. He’s so hard and Peter is taking so long — but when he finally does it, Elias hisses through clenched teeth.

“Feels good, love?”

Elias bites his lower lip, chin tucked to his chest as he watches that big fist pumping wetly around his cock. Only the glistening head is visible, hot red and ready to shoot. Peter rubs a thumb under his frenulum and Elias sees stars.

“Ah, shit,” he sobs, grabbing fistfuls of the too large t-shirt and fucking into Peter’s fist, because the squeeze is so damn good.

Will Peter mind if Elias sniffs his shirt? Fuck it. Elias balls up some fabric and pulls it to his nose. The action doesn’t escape Peter; in fact, he seems entertained by it.

Elias notices his husband’s amusement only through half-lidded eyes, because every single part of his body feels like molasses right now.

“Look at you, ’s like you’re drunk in it.” Peter licks a finger and presses it up Elias’s perineum.

The pressure sends a thick dollop of pre-cum leaking down Elias’s cock. Elias’s eyes roll back into their sockets. Peter taunts him further.

“Want me to put my mouth on you or do you want something better to sniff on?”

“Fuck you and your dirty mouth.”

Peter laughs. “You can, baby. Always loved the way you shiver when you come down my throat.”

Elias points a weak finger towards the door. “Close that first.”

Peter goes and Elias hears the unmistakable sound of a lock falling into place. Peter sheds his shirt and trousers on the way back. Elias can see the outline of his cock against his underwear and makes grabby hands at it.

Peter chuckles and stands next to the headboard. “Can’t decide?”

Elias forgoes the shirt in favour of leaning over the edge and burying a face into Peter’s groin. He takes a deep inhale and mouths at it, dragging his tongue all the way up.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’ve missed this.”

Peter moans above him and cradles his nape, pulling at the fine hairs there to make Elias shiver. Elias gives his own cock a few lazy pumps while his mouth is busy getting Peter’s underwear all damp.

Elias steals a glance at the digital clock again and whines. Peter asks him what’s wrong.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now, but look at the time.”

“I am looking. It’s working fine.”

Elias swats at him. “I’m serious!”

Peter lets go of Elias’s nape to cradle his face, guiding him upwards. Elias follows it, standing on his knees.

“I’ve bought Red Bull,” Peter confides, and that’s the most beautiful thing to ever come out of his mouth. Elias melts a little just then.

Peter grabs his arse and pulls him to himself. The feel of his underwear is rough against Elias’s cock, but Elias ruts into it. The hand on Elias’s face has now slid to wrap loosely around his neck. Elias pulls Peter’s underwear down and Peter wiggles out of them.

Peter’s cock hangs heavy where it’s nestled amid the thick silver hair on his groin. Elias’s mouth waters at the sight of it, but he eagerly presses them together. The hairs on Peter’s chest and lower abdomen feel coarse against his skin, but Elias loves every second of it. It will leave him tender and pink tomorrow, but he doesn’t care.

Peter pulls him into a kiss that is everything Elias has been craving all day — it doesn’t stop at his mouth, but drags down his jaw and neck, making him pliant. Peter moves his face from one side to the other to nip under his ear and suck bruises onto his collarbones.

“Got rubber?” Elias asks. Peter growls affirmatively.

It’s been a while, but they know how the other likes it. Elias is dripping wet with lube while Peter preps him. Elias would usually prefer his own fingers (much slimmer than Peter’s) at first, but right now he’s turned on enough that the slight burn of the stretch feels perfect. Elias lies on the pillows and lets Peter work his magic.

Peter kneels between his legs and fingers him as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, curling up his fingers to milk Elias’s cock. Elias arches his back and watches dollop after dollop of pre-cum leak from his tip.

“Peter, I swear- to God… If you make me come like this-”

Whatever Elias had thought of saying is completely wiped from his mind when Peter leans down and gives his cockhead a gentle suck, as easy as someone scooping some ice-cream with their tongue.

Elias swears at Peter, but he can’t do much else besides clench his hands and teeth and try to keep from coming. He was so close just now; only a brief touch of Peter’s tongue and his cock is now throbbing, legs shaking so hard he has to suck in his stomach to not orgasm right then and there.

“It would be a sight to behold. You are a sight to behold.”

“Cut the crap, please cut the crap and just fuck me. Fuck, I’m so hard it hurts, you bastard.”

“Then come, love.”

“I don’t wanna come without you inside me.”

Elias should be embarrassed to find that his eyes are glistening with moisture. These can’t be tears. He refuses to believe that he’s crying during sex.

Peter wipes the corner of his eye, boops Elias’s nose with his own and gives him a gentle peck.

“Okay,” Peter whispers.

Peter rolls condoms on himself and Elias, then arranges a pillow under Elias to prop him up and slides home. The size of him fills Elias up so good, so perfect — all the way down to those wiry silver curls. Sure, topping Peter also felt brilliant — but if he’s true to himself, Elias rather likes it up the arse.

They fall into a nice rhythm — whispering disconnected praises and curses. Elias keeps a hand on the headboard for leverage, rolling his hips to meet Peter’s own, re-learning where it feels good. He reminds himself that this is supposed to be quick, just a bit of rough friction before they can’t hold it anymore.

But feeling Peter’s hand clutching his waist, relishing in the delicious push and pull, seeing Peter’s fuzzy pecs flex with the easy effort of taking him — it all has Elias clenching around Peter’s cock and reaching out to trace the lines of his chest.

“Fuck, I should be telling you to go faster.”

“Do you want to go faster?”

“No… I want to keep taking your cock until sunrise.”

“I’m afraid we’ll have to stop at some point for rest, but if you’re up to it, I’m all yours.”

Elias smiles, but his eyebrows twitch when Peter finds that spot and fucks into him, pressing right up against it.

“You see I want that, but when you do this… I want you to leave me all sore.”

“You’re a man of many wishes.”

Elias grins. “Think you can answer them?”

Peter pats his leg. “On your hands and knees, then.”

Arse up in the air, Elias stifles a laugh when Peter squirts more lube onto his hole and drags his cock over it.

Peter pushes back in with a smile. “What is it?”

“Just remembered something. When we first-” Elias hisses when Peter spreads his legs further and angles his thrusts just right. “Yeah, right there. Fuck… When we first had sex. I couldn’t believe you were just bringing people to your room and never doing this to them.”

Peter holds his hips like his hands belong there, finally giving it to him hard and fast. Elias has to clutch the sheets, but damn, that’s more like it. The t-shirt has balled up near his face and he keeps breathing in Peter’s scent.

“Uh- yeah. Hah, that was a long time ago. Is this OK, love?”

Elias nods. “Yeah. Bit rougher would be even nicer though.”

Peter grunts and his hands slide upwards. “Don’t want to hurt you, but if you say you can take it...”

Elias’s waist used to be so lean that Peter’s fingertips almost touched circling around it. Now that Elias is a bit better padded, they grab his flesh with a bit of loving violence while Peter ruts into him. Elias prays that this million pound house has thick enough walls that the noise of skin on skin won’t bleed out.

Elias wraps a loose hand around his cock, but that mere touch is enough to bring him closer to the edge. The fact that he feels so wonderfully used for Peter’s pleasure also does things to his head, because every grunt of Peter’s feels like a small victory.

Peter continues, fondly. “You used to be so fucking shameless. I’m still sad you had to remove the nip piercings.”

“It was easier- Oh, oh! Yes, just like that!” Elias presses his face into the bed, panting open-mouthed against the mattress. “It was easier- Easier,” he tries to continue, but Peter is fucking him so good that he can’t complete his line of thought.

“...that way?” Peter supplies.

Elias nods. He feels half out of it already. “I think- Gonna come. S-so good...”

Peter’s approving hum is followed by him dropping part of his weight onto Elias’s back, which forces Elias flat into the mattress. Elias gasps, loud and breathless and more in love with Peter than ever before. His husband knows that he’s a sucker for a bit of choking and is giving him exactly what he needs.

Peter thrusts harder, deeper, and it only takes a moment of Elias to come — the pressure and the friction too good to resist. Peter has to wrap a hand over his mouth to quieten his moaning. Elias shudders with the aftershocks, Peter’s still moving inside him almost too much to bear.

“God, you squeeze me so good every time,” Peter breathes into his nape. “I’ve missed this.”

Elias can’t breathe; tears gather freely on the corners of his eyes, but Peter doesn’t get off until he comes, too — it feels like orgasm drags on forever in an agonised bliss.

Elias shivers when Peter pulls out. It always gets a bit dry towards the end, but the burn and the stretch leave Elias tingly and sated — and now, completely boneless.

Peter eases him onto his side and removes the now damp t-shirt, chucking it aside; he then ties off both their condoms. The one that Elias has been wearing has almost slipped off; his flaccid cock now covered in spunk. Peter kneels between his legs and takes him into his mouth, causing Elias to seize with oversensitivity and nearly pull off chunks of Peter’s hair.

Peter pulls off of him with a wet pop, looking like the cat that got the cream. Elias sags and drapes an arm over his head, damp chest going up and down.

“Feeling better?” Peter asks. He caresses Elias’s thighs gently, barely even there. It makes pleasant goosebumps rise on Elias’s skin.

“God, you’ve ruined me…” Elias croaks. “You’ve fucked my brains out, Mr. Lukas.”

Peter chuckles. “Good.” He kisses Elias’s knee, his belly, his chest. Elias buries his fingers into his hair. “Gonna get something to clean you up.”

“Wait, just. Just stay like this for a bit.”

“Feeling like some post-coital cuddling, Mr. Bouchard?”

“Ugh,” Elias untangles his fingers from his perfect silver hair. “Now you’ve ruined it. Just go.”

Peter gives a rumbling chuckle that resounds through Elias’s chest. “No, thinking about it, I rather like it here. I get to see all your freckles.”

“Hm. Have you finally managed to count how many of them there are?”

“Nope,” Peter kisses his stomach, over the Eye tattoo. “But I’m still on it!”

Elias yawns. “Good- Good luck.”

“Gee, I really ought to get something to clean you up. At this rate you’ll end up sleeping.”

Elias snorts with his eyes closed. “Already am.”

Peter kisses his nose and leaves him be. When Elias wakes up the next day, he notices three things: one, Peter actually did give him a wipe down; two, he is very much aware of all the sleep he didn’t get last night; and three, he’s got an easy smile on for the rest of the day that he can’t deny.

#my fic #nanda's ramblings #lonelyeyes #lonelyeyes fic #lonelyeyes fanfiction #peter lukas #elias bouchard #martin blackwood #tim stoker #gertrude robinson #jurgen leitner #tma fic #tma fanfiction #do not archive #peterelias

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Guardians of the Galaxy: Just Like Her

My attempt at putting some logic into a whole “Peter’s little sister existing in the GotG universe” thing.... doesn’t make sense XD But hell, you can’t fault me for trying. So in this one I tried to make this less of a ‘reader’ fic and more of an imaginary character’s inner monologue. Like some nameless character who’s supposed to be Star-Lord’s sister. But I kept it in the “you” form because it can still be interpreted as a reader fic for those who like that kind of thing. Good luck making sense of any of this XD

So this is about Peter’s little sister (you????) asking about the mom you shared but hardly knew. Based off an anon prompt.

Words: 1,195

You were reclining in the helm of the Milano, feet propped up on the autopilot-set controls. Peter was blasting the music mom had given him throughout the ship, as he usually did. After the first fifty times of listening to the rotation, the music really got to you. She seemed like a really cool person, especially with this kind of taste in music.

“Hey, feet off, princess,” Peter walked in and nudged your boots with his hand. You were snapped from your reverie and obeyed, placing your feet flat on the ground.

“Everything okay?” Peter asked, sitting down in one of the free seats in the control deck of the ship, facing you.

You glanced over at him and shrugged, “No, not really. I mean, nothing bad. I’m just in a funk.”

“Aaand... is there anything I can do?” Peter asked, wringing his hands nervously. You grinned softly at him. Even though you’d only known each other as siblings for a few years, he still tried to take any bit of love he had in his power to make you feel at home. Hell, if either of you even had a real home in the first place. Still, he was always nervous about touchy subjects. Less so than someone like Rocket or Gamora, but still. God bless him for trying.

“You knew mom,” you began, looking out at the vast space beyond the ship’s view, “Ahand obviously I didn’t. What was she like?”

Peter’s gaze softened on you and he smiled, surprised it took you this long to get even curious about your existence. Hell, the two of you just found out who Peter’s birth father was, and Meredith’s surprise spawn years later was you.

“Mom was... this,” he waved his arms around and you rose a brow before he elaborated, “The music. She embodied all of these songs the more and more I listen to them. Both tracks,” he smiled.

“Way to be vague,” you rolled your eyes, albeit still finding that image pleasing.

Peter ducked his head and grinned before standing up, “Come with me.”

You hesitantly stood and followed him out of the ship’s control deck and into the cabin space. Peter ducked into his bunk bed and plopped down on it, reaching over into one of his drawers, pulling out an envelope.

“Sit down,” Peter scooted over and you climbed into the bed next to him, “She left this for me before she died. Before I knew you even existed,” he handed you the letter.

You glanced up at Peter before taking the letter and opening it, beginning to read. You had no connection to yours and Peter’s birth mother, having been only an infant when you were sent away. But damn you wish you’d known her after reading this. Taken away from your one chance at a happy life with a big brother, a mom: a family. All to serve the galaxy’s goddamn purpose. Even Meredith didn’t know you. She knew she was pregnant again, she knew that Peter knew. But once the baby was born, memories were wiped. Aliens took you.

You had finished reading the letter a few seconds earlier, but still clutched onto it. Finally, you handed it back to Peter.

“You look like her, you know.”

You shot your head up and stared at your brother, blushing slightly, “I do?”

“Mmhm,” Peter nodded with a gentle smile, “Your hair and nose, especially,” he poked your nose and you smiled.

“And yeah, I don’t have any pictures of her or anything, so my memory of her may be a little fuzzy. But dammit if I don’t see a little bit of her every time I look at you.”

You stared at Peter and you smiled again, leaning over to hug him and cuddle into his side, “She loved you, Pete. I could tell from the note and the music and just... I dunno, it’s like little vibes whenever things happen a certain way. She loved you so much and I’m here now to tell you that I love you, too,” you looked up at him.

Pete did seem to get choked up at that comment and he hugged you back, petting the back of your head delicately, “Thank you... love you too, sis.”

You smiled wide and squeezed Peter even tighter. This was the closest you’d ever felt to having real family. And it was even better that this was with your flesh and blood family.

“Soho g’head, what else are you gonna tell me about her? How I got my good looks from her?” you winked, making Peter chuckle.

“Nohot exactly,” he teased right back, poking your side. You giggled and batted his hand away, leaning upright so you weren’t suffocating him with cuddles anymore.

Peter got a glimmer in his eyes and a smirk placed itself along his lips, “Actually, yeah, there might be something else.”

“Uh huh?” you noted the smirk but were still intrigued.

“You kinda laugh like her.”

You grinned and chuckled, “Yeahah?”

“Yeah. But I think I’m gonna have to hear more of it to really make the connection,” Peter was slowly moving his hand closer to you, but you didn’t notice his plan until his hand made contact with your side, squeezing, “Ticklish?”

You gasped and slapped his hand away from you, “P-Pete! Don’t do that!”

“Oho right! You’re ticklish just like her! Almost forgot, pssh,” okay now he was just pulling things out of his ass just for the purpose of getting to tickle you. Jerk.

With a happy yowl, Peter pinned you to the bed and snaked his hand up under your shirt.

“Stahap! I-I’m not even ticklish! Eep!”

“Myhy god, I haven’t seen someone so bad at hiding they’re ticklishness since I went after Rocket. By the way, don’t tell him I told you that,” Peter showed an outright goofy grin before clawing his fingers and blunt nails on your belly.

God dammit, this wasn’t fair. You laughed already, kicking your legs and trying to push Star-Lord away.

“Pehehehehete! Dohohon’t! Gaha stahahahap!”

“Coochie coo, sis,” Peter chuckled and he moved his hands, grabbing your thrashing wrists and pinning them, “How about here?” he stroked a few teasy fingers under your arms. With a yelp, you arched your back and laughed louder than before.

“I hahahate youhu! PEHETE!” and he went back to clawing and digging into your belly. When you wheezed out a laugh, Peter felt it was time to stop.

“Mohom would be proud of us,” Peter grinned at you, shifting a piece of hair out of your face.

“H-Hohohow soho?” you panted, looking up at your brother.

“We’re acting like real siblings.”

You smiled wide and giggled, hugging Peter, “I reheally wish I knew her like you did,” you pulled back to smile a bit sadly.

“She lives through me and you, princess. That’s all you can hope for,” he shrugged.

You nodded and brushed a few fingers against Peter’s side now that you were freed, “Yehep. Maybe a little bit of her is in your laughter, too,” you smirked, getting your brother to squeak and laugh at just a few fingers touching his side.

#ticklish!reader #ticklish!peterquill #littlesister!reader #peter quill #star-lord #reader fic #peter quill's little sister #gotg #guardians of the galaxy #spoilers?#some mention of events in vol. 2 but it was in the trailers #marvel #tickle #ticklish #tickling #queue spin me right round baby right round

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Seize the Day (or Night) Part 2

itle: Seize the Day (or Night) Part 2

Author: @sea040561

Beta’d by: @sofreddie

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Summary: Jared finally has the courage to reveal how he feels

Word Count: 7178 (I couldn’t seem to stop with this one lol)

Warnings: verbal abuse, angst, crying, pregnancy

Author’s Note: For @gone-to-fight-the-fairies writing challenge - Supernatural's Summer of Heroes Challenge. My quote was “When are we going to talk about this unspoken thing between us?” - Peter Quill - Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2

Previously on Part 1: You almost blushed as Jared suggested getting comfortable on the couch. Oh how you’d love to get very comfortable with him, on the couch, or the bed, even the floor. Hell, the kitchen counter even. Slipping your shoes off, you tucked your feet under you and leaned back into the soft, plush couch sighing. ‘Maybe you will get the courage to tell Jared how you feel tonight,’ you thought to yourself.

The pizza had been ordered and eaten and the first movie had been watched. You were so nervous that you didn’t even chastise yourself for eating so much pizza. Now you and Jared were cleaning up your mess before starting the next movie. You had yet to decide on it. You had let Jared choose the first movie which had been Fantastic Beasts. You were debating between the 2007 remake of Hairspray or Grease 2.You were a huge fan of musicals, probably because you couldn’t sing a tune in key if your life depended on it.

You plopped down on the couch as you wait for Jared to exit the kitchen. You decided on Hairspray so you popped the blu-ray into the player and patiently waited for Jared.

He came back from the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel, and plopped down next to you. “So, what is the verdict?” he asked as he smirked. He pretty much knew which movie you had decided on. What he didn’t know, nor did you, was how much the viewing of the movie this time around was going to be so emotional to you. Everything with Hunter was still at the forefront of your mind.

“You’ll see,” you replied with a small smile as you leaned against Jared’s side. You inhaled sharply when he slipped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him.

As Good Morning, Baltimore started, you began to sing along as you unknowingly started tapping your fingers on Jared’s knee.

You never noticed Jared watching you slyly as you began to tense and your eyes teared up listening to Amber Van Tussle tease Tracy Turnblad. You never realized how much Amber had bullied Tracy until this breakup with Hunter. Plenty of what he had said to you mirrored what Amber was saying in the movie.

Suddenly, you felt a large warm hand on your shoulder squeezing slightly. You looked over to find Jared staring at you with concern in his eyes as he paused the movie. You watched as his hand slowly reached up to tuck a long strand of hair behind your ear. You shivered as his fingers lightly caressed your ear with this movement hoping that Jared wouldn’t take notice. But when he looked in your eyes, you realized that he had seen your reaction.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said softly, “honey, I know something is going on with you. I have sensed it since you came back from hiatus.”

Your eyes widened as Jared confronted you, ”Excuse me?”

Jared grasped both your hands in his large ones and squeezed, “Please, you know I’m a good listener and I really care about you. I don’t like that you haven’t been smiling the last few weeks. It breaks my heart to know something has caused this.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you considered what Jared was saying. You looked down at your adjoined hands. Your heart was telling you to just tell him everything. Your head was saying hell no. He’d only think you were weak and pathetic.

You felt his hand on your chin pulling y/e/c eyes to meet his, “Please.”

That pleading tone made your resolved break and you made a split second decision and allowed your tears to begin to fall. Jared grabbed you, engulfing you in his arms. You could feel your tears wetting the front of his tee shirt. Snot began to run out of your nose. You were horrified when Jared reached up to wipe your nose making you sob harder than before. You felt him tighten his hold on you, allowing you to feel the warmth coming from his body. Once you began to calm down, Jared grabbed your face in his hands, gently wiping away the slowly stopping tears that were still streaming down your face, “Baby, please, you know you can talk to me. I promise it is just between you and I.” You startled in surprise at being called baby. None of your previous boyfriends had ever used that term of endearment.

Bracing yourself for your confession and Jared’s possible look of disappointment, you began to talk, “Well, my ex-boyfriend, Hunter, broke up with me right before hiatus ended.”

Jared was surprised to hear that you had an ex-boyfriend. Not that he didn’t think you dated, but you had never mentioned it and you were pretty much a very open person on set, or at least he had thought so.

Jared rubbed your back lovingly as he urged you to continue, “Uh, well, you see,” you continued, “He didn’t like that I was spending so much time on set cooking for everyone else instead of him. He also didn’t like that I had decided to take some additional cooking classes online which took up most of my spare time.”

Jared nodded his head affirmatively waiting for you to continue. He knew the hardest part of what you were going to say was next on your lips.

You unconsciously shuffled closer to Jared seeking more warmth from his body. Your body hoping that being that close to him would keep you grounded. With another deep breath, you proceeded talking, “Uh, he said I had gained weight over the past year.” You paused in your storytelling to gage Jared’s reaction but he was just staring at you intently waiting for you to finishing speaking, “He said I was fat. Too fat for him.”

Jared had to restrain himself from screaming at Y/N that she was not fat - she was beautiful just the way she was.

“I am,” you stated defeatedly, “Hunter’s right. That’s why every boyfriend I ever had has broken up with me.”

“Is that why you never told any of us that you had a boyfriend?” Jared said with a pleading tone. He was hoping that you wouldn’t say yes to that question.

You hesitated in answering, “I guess so. None of my boyfriends ever wanted to come see me on set. They had their own careers and friends that they spent time with yet they faulted me when we didn’t spend enough time together.”

Your mind began to remember arguments you had with your exes and you slowly began to realize that they always blamed you for everything. They got sick...it was your cooking. They overslept...you forgot to wake them up. They had nothing to wear...you hadn’t done his laundry. The list was endless.

“Look at me,” Jared probed cautiously, “you are beautiful.” You continued to shake your head no. “Yes, you are,” Jared pleaded, “How can I make you believe that? No matter what you’ve ever looked like, you’ve always been exceptionally beautiful and a ray of sunshine.”

You sighed heavily, “I don’t know.” You were growing more embarrassed by the moment. None of your boyfriends were ever as gorgeous, yet as kind as Jared. No one like Jared ever paid attention to you. You quickly realized that you had been settling for the douchebags you had been dating. But your mind still battled your heart, one telling the other that you didn’t deserve happiness, then the other screaming back that you were a beautiful person who deserved as much happiness as possible.

You snuck a glance up at Jared’s face, gazing into his hazel eyes, searching for something but you didn’t know what. Before you had a chance to react, you watched Jay slowly lean forward causing your heart to palpate excitedly. As much as you wanted him to kiss you, you knew that wasn’t going to happen. At best, Jared was going to give one of his signature Padalecki full body hugs.

You jumped slightly when you felt Jared’s hands cupping your face, his thumbs rubbing over your upper lip. Unconsciously, you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue out feeling Jared’s thumb graze your tongue. Without hesitation, you groaned deep in your throat. Before you could respond to the sensations coursing through your body, you felt Jared’s lips cover yours. His tongue sought entrance to your mouth and you obeyed immediately. You reached your hands up threading them through Jared’s luxurious brunette locks. He quickly pulled you onto his lap as you resisted at the same time. You were too fat to be sitting on his lap. You had never done this with any of your other boyfriends. You tried wiggling out of his lap while your lips were still attached to his. His tongue was mapping the inside of your mouth at a slow and agonizing pace. You felt Jared’s arms tightened around you as he growled ‘no’ into your mouth.

You knew this was wrong. Jared just felt pity for you. He was just being a good friend to you. A good friend who just happens to be kissing you wonderfully. What you didn’t know is that Jared was throwing caution to the wind and going for what he wanted - you.

Jared ripped his lips from yours as his hands traveled down your ticklish sides and came to rest on your hips. You could feel his prominent bulge directly underneath your core. You knew your panties were soaked with arousal and the urge to rub against Jared’s bulge was growing increasingly stronger by the second. But, a man is just a man. It was a natural reaction to have an erection after the kissing session Jared just participated in.

Jared leaned forward resting his forehead against yours, searching your eyes, “You still don’t believe me, do you?” He silently waited for you to answer. He could see you swallow heavily as a panicked look appeared in your eyes.

“Don’t answer that,” Jay replied, “Will you believe this? I. LOVE. YOU.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as your breath was stolen from your body. Your mouth gaped open trying to formulate a response.

Jared continued, “I. WANT. YOU. ALWAYS and FOREVER.” accenting each word with emphasis and a slight bit of Texan twang, “I can see it in your eyes, Y/N. This is not a joke. This is real life. These are my feelings, putting it all on the line. I have loved you since the moment you walked onto set in Season 9. I was so afraid to say anything to you. I was afraid you would reject me.”

“Reject you?” you stuttered, “Who would ever do that to you?”

Jared sighed before he responded, “I’m just glad that other woman did because God meant for me to meet you. For you to meet me. I truly believe it was fate.”

Jared grinded his hips upwards towards your aroused core, “Feel what you do to me?”

Slowly you nodded your head as Jared continued, “That is all you. You are a beautiful, vibrant, sexy, fun-loving, amazing woman. You are not fat. Never let anyone tell you that! I love your body. I always have. Damn, woman, I don’t think you know what you do to me day after day on set. Jensen is always teasing me. Wanna know how many times I’ve had to run to my trailer during resets so I could relieve myself? Screaming your name? Wishing you were sucking my cock? Or better yet, straddling me, sinking into your deep wet heat, latching my mouth on your nipples, as my finger seeks out your back entrance, fucking your pussy hard and fast?”

You shuddered in desire knowing you were going to cum just from Jared’s dirty talk. You almost felt embarrassed that he was able to affect your body in this way. No other man ever had. Then again, you realized that no other man had loved you the way that Jared claimed he did.

“After a while,” Jared whispered, “I’d pull out and slide down your sweat covered body, reaching your pussy lips. I’d gently take my forefinger and thumb and spread those lips open, searching for your glistening and pulsating clit. I’d lean forward taking in a deep breath of the smell of your musk before latching onto your clit and sucking deeply.”

Jared watched as your body shuddered heavily. He knew you were close, so close. Only a few more words and you would be gone, “I’d gently insert two of my fingers curling them slightly hitting your g-spot after minimal searching.” He could feel your legs tightened around his hips as you unknowingly started to rock back and forth, hard, against his bulge.

Jared leaned forward and in a sultry tone brought you over the edge, “Come for me, Y/N. Give it all you have.”

Your head dropped to Jared’s shoulders as you buried your mouth in his neck, nipping slightly. You rocked back and forth once, twice, and on the third time, you screamed loudly as you felt your orgasm wash over your body finally rendering you speechless. Sweat was dripping off your nose and onto Jared’s shoulder. Without warning to Jared, you started licking up the sweat from his neck and shoulder. He could feel you continue to shudder as aftershocks of your orgasm coursed through you. You nuzzled his ear as he felt you breathing deeply trying to regain your breath.

You realized that you had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Jared finally realized that you had whispered something in his ear, “Hey, babe, I can’t hear you” as he continued to stroke your hair away from your forehead.

“I love you, too,” you replied searching out Jared’s eyes, “I always thought I didn’t deserve to be loved. That no one really cared about me. I’ve never felt the way I feel tonight. You have shown me how it feels to be loved, both psychically and emotionally. Not one has ever taken the time and patience to show me that. Honestly, I had convinced myself that no one would ever want me in the way you do. I was told so many times in my life that I wasn’t worth it. That I was just there to cook and clean. That in my body, I would only be a fucktoy, that no one would ever want to make love to me, just fuck me.” You saw Jared’s jaw clench with that statement.

With tears streaming down your face, you leaned forward kissing Jared lightly.

Jared grabbed you around your wrists before you could weave them around his neck, “I want you, body and soul, forever. I want to marry you. I want to have children with you. I want to always make you feel pleasure in bed and outside of bed. I want to experience this journey of life with you.”

Your immediate answer to Jared’s question was to rip your underwear off then pull down Jared’s boxers and lounge pants in one swoop. You grabbed his cock, running it through your pussy lips to slick it up as much as you could. Jared was a well-endowed man and you wanted to feel all of him.

Lining him up with your entrance, you steadily sunk down in pleasure, moans being torn from your lips as your walls stretched to accommodate Jared. He assisted you in setting the pace by grabbing your hips tightly, helping you lift yourself almost all the way off his cock, then sinking back down. This pattern continued as each of you panted in each other’s mouths, then necks, and periodically kissed. You could feel your orgasm building from penetration alone, which has never happened to you. You could feel Jared’s pelvic bone rubbed easily against your clit but only with a slight touch. Between the sensational feeling of your clit being rubbed constantly and the deep penetration of Jared’s cock hitting your g-spot, this one was getting stronger by the second, almost frightening to you.

You whimpered loudly, “Jared, it’s never felt this strong, so intense, what’s going on?” You steadied yourself by placing your hands on Jared’s shoulders and gripping tightly. Your head was now thrown back in ecstasy, your hair waving back and forth brushing against Jared’s thighs with each movement of your body.

Jared had a inkling what was happening to you, “It’s ok, baby, just let it go. It feels good, doesn’t it?” He knew you were going to squirt.

You nodded your head in agreement.

“In a few moments, you’ll be mindblown,” Jared replied lovingly as he thrusted up, hard, one final time, as you slammed down onto his cock.

You could feel your juices squirting out of you, almost like you had peed yourself. The sensations continued for a few seconds as you rode out the most intense orgasm you ever had in your life. You had nothing to compare this feeling to. The intense feeling continued as you felt Jared spill inside of you, his cum coating your walls. As you both rode out your orgasms with harsh pants and deep breaths, you realized that you had never used a condom. You were not on birth control pills because you found, at a very early age, that you were allergic to most brands.

Jared searched your face as you both stopped moving, “Talk to me. I can see the thoughts running through your mind.”

“Uh,” you started shyly, “We didn’t use a condom” as your eyes bored into Jared’s.

Jared threw his head back and laughed, “I assume that you aren’t on birth control since you asked me that question.” You sighed defeatedly, “No, I’m allergic to most of them. I never slept with any of my boyfriends, except for my first time and Hunter.”

“So, wait, how many times have you had sex before me?” Jared asked cautiously.

You dropped your chin to your chest, “Twice. My first time and then Hunter. After sleeping with me, he never wanted to. I figured it was because of my body or that I was horrible in bed.”

“Oh baby, I would have been more careful with you. I know I’m not like the average man and I would have spent more time prepping you,” Jay answered kindly.

“NO! I wanted it like that. You made me feel like I wasn’t going to crush you, that my weight didn’t matter, and you gave me the courage to let go of my inhibitions. I’m just worried about” as your voice trailed off.

Jared grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him, “What are you worried about?”

“Baby,” you whispered.

“Yes, I am right here. Please tell me,” Jared probed jokingly.

“No,” you said forcefully, “I’m worried about a baby. WE. DIDN’T. USE. A. CONDOM.”

Realizing what you meant, Jared let out a big oh as he started to smile, “Would that be such a bad thing? Remember I said that I want children with you. I want the apple pie life, the whole nine yards. I want us to be that sappy couple always in love, kissing like teenagers in our 70s.”

Realizing that you didn’t need to run anymore, that the rest of your life was sitting in front of you and he wanted you just as much as you wanted him slammed into you full force. You were not alone. You were never alone. You threw your arms around Jared’s neck crushing him to your chest, “About your earlier statement, I will marry you.”

Jared smiled brightly, “Are you glad I wanted to speak to you about that unspoken thing between us?”

You blushed easily as you giggled, “Can we practice for a baby again?” as you rotate your hips, feeling Jared’s cock swell with arousal. He joined in your laughter as you pushed him flat against the couch. You were finally happy, and satisfied. You could breathe easily for the first time in your life.

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Eight weeks later:

“Hey, how’s the happy couple?” Jensen inquired as he exited his trailer as he spied Y/N walking across the lot.

Hearing Jensen’s voice, you stopped and waited for him to catch up, laughing at the same time, “It is so surreal. Sometimes I still have to pinch myself.”

“Well, you definitely deserve all the happiness in the world,” Jen stated giving you a warm hug filled with love, “I was about to set both of you up on a blind date with each other if Jared didn’t act soon.”

You threw your head back and laughed, “I’m just glad I pulled my head outta my ass. I never knew I could be this happy, this complete. I never doubt that he loves me for who I am, body and all.”

Jensen smiled brightly and knowingly, “There is something you aren’t telling me” as his green eyes twinkled.

Shyly, you glanced down then back up at Jensen and just smirked, “I’ll see you at lunch time.”

You periodically watched the boys filming as you were overseeing the preparation of lunch for the cast and crew. You hurried your assistants along as you heard the director of the week yell for a 45 minute break for lunch.

Anticipation was rumbling in your stomach as you watched your boyfriend and his best friend shed the outer layers of Sam and Dean Winchester in order to be more comfortable while eating.

You smiled brightly as Jared approached quickly, grasping you around the waist and hugging you to his chest. At y/h tall, you were the perfect height for his awesome hugs.

Jared leaned back, looking you in the eyes, as he dipped his head licking his lips before smashing them against yours. You moaned deep in your throat as your arms wrapped around Jared’s waist and slipped your hands into his jean pockets. Your tongues battled each other for dominance.

This continued for a few minutes until you suddenly stumbled as a wave of dizziness hit you. Of course, Jared thought it was because of your heavy makeout session.

“Jay, I need to sit down,” you whispered as you pulled your lips from his, glancing up at him. Jay led you over to one of the many tables set up in the craft services area. He pulled out your chair for you as you slumped down in the seat. You cradled your head in your hands as you felt each roll of dizziness course through you. Soon, the sensations changed to horrible waves of nausea. Suddenly, a can of warm ginger ale was thrusted into your hand. You sighed as you look up gratefully. Jensen was sitting across from you as Jared sat next to you panicking, “I figured you might need that.”

Jared looked at the ginger ale in your hand, “Honey, you are overworking yourself. See, now you are getting sick.”

You waved your hand in front of Jared’s face stopping him from proceeding, “Jar, I’m okay. Seriously, I am.”

“But,” Jared started to respond.

“No buts,” you replied, “I. AM. FINE. I promise you” as your eyes searched his, “In fact, I am more then fine. Remember two months ago when you said you wanted to start a family with me?”

Jared’s eyes widened in excitement. You continued speaking, “Well, after I freaked out about not using protection.”

Jared laughed in response remembering the panic in your voice thinking that he would be upset with you.

Jared angled his body towards you so that he was sitting sideways on the chair. He grasped your small hands in his and nodded for you to continue.

“Do you still feel that way?” You asked timidly. Once in awhile, you forgot that Jared wasn’t the type to yell and scream at you. You were so used to former boyfriends doing that to you that it was a natural reaction. You had slowly been getting better over the past eight weeks with Jared’s confidence in you.

Your boyfriend squeezed your hands, “Of course I do. You know I do. Please don’t ever doubt me.”

“Well, congratulations, in about seven months, we will be a family of three,” you said as you bit your lip in anticipation.

You could see Jensen smile out the corner of your eye, as well as Misha and the rest of the crew.

Jared froze in motion as the words sunk into his brain, “Wha?”

You grabbed Jared’s hand and placed it over your stomach, “I. AM. PREGNANT.”

Jared grinned, “You mean I nailed it on the first try?”

You slapped him across his chest playfully and giggled, “JARED!” As you rolled y/e/c eyes. Suddenly, your demeanor changed as your mind started to wonder.

Jared could see the emotions flittering through your eyes as you processed the onslaught of words running through your brain, “Hey, baby, I know what you are thinking. Don’t. I will always love you no matter what size you are. You are carrying our baby, nurturing him or her, giving them life. You are giving the greatest gift ever besides yourself. Allow yourself to enjoy this. I will be with you every step of the way, through thick and thin, through good and bad, through ups and downs. Always.”

He slid his hand down your face as your eyes teared up in response to Jared’s proclamation, “I love you, Y/N. Now do you think we should plan that wedding now?”

You laughed through your tears as you agreed, “Fuck yeah! I’m ready to be Mrs. Y/N Padalecki.”

“So am I,” Jared assured you as the cast and crew erupted into loud applause. You could feel Jensen move behind Jared and pat him on the back wishing him well then a soft kiss against your cheek as Jensen whispered in your ear, “I am so proud of you. You will always be one of my best friends.”

You squeezed his hand in response as you looked around you at the wonderful family you had become a part of 4 years ago. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d be as happy as you are right now. All because of a 6’5” tall hazel eyed Texan.

#Supernatural's Summer of Heroes Challenge #gone-to-fight-the-fairies #part 2 #angst #verbal abuse #crying #unprotected sex #pregnancy

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