#our knobs are delicate

[kiwiplaetzchen]

A-and how does one protect their k-knob?

My dear Anon,

to safeguard your knob, treat it like royalty! Crown it with a trusty helmet, armour it with layers, and no, not layers of love. Remember, a protected knob is a happy knob, and a happy knob makes for a delightful day!

Wrap it up: No, not with a bow, silly! Use a trusty rubber knob (or knob-dom, if you will) to shield it from unwanted, pathetic grabdaddlers (don't confuse it with grabdaddies, honey). Safety first, right?

Dress to Impress: Give your knob a snazzy makeover! Make your knob feel cosy. Think of it as haute couture for your knob – chic AND practical!

And voilà! Your knob is now cosy and secure, ready for any adventure. 😌

#🥝🍪 #ask #PROTECT YOUR KNOBS #slap a tiny helmet on it #give that little soldier some armour #maybe use a few layers of lotion first #we swaddle our knobs with care #we don't do pathetic jobs for our knobs around here #there are treacherous knob gobblin' hobgoblins out there #our knobs are delicate #and sensitive #our knobs are left vulnerable #and exposed to the world the whole time! #without our help #our knobs could get touched by Joshua at any time #and we don't want that #NO MORE JOSHUA #only Bobby #we are a knobulous bunch #if anyone asks why you're doing it #just give them a stare #and twist your knob #turn your knob #tug it and push it #give it a good squeeze #do what Bobby taught you #your knob deserves it #all this talk about twisting knobs made me think of one special knob #makes me miss gliding my fingers over its smooth curves and reassuring click when turned #its the sleek and slender handle that fits perfectly in your hand

[luciaramosc]

⁎⁺˳✧༚ dancing with our hands tied

pairing: luke castellan x afab! reader

warnings: mdni, smut, oral (f!rec), kissing, making out, nudity, swearing

word count: 2.5k words

an: i have no excuse for this, i’m in my #thothours rn. also episode 7 of pjo absolutely ruined me in the best way possible

You should have known from the first exchange of hot kisses and hushed whispers that this was a dangerous game to play. Dancing on a tightrope with Luke Castellan was bound to bring more ruin than good, but you couldn’t give a damn; Not when his lips trailed along your neck and perked themselves on the tender flesh. Not when his hands held you dearly like a prayer. And especially not when he’s whimpering oh so sweet for you.

⁎⁺˳✧༚

Under the cascaded moon light, Luke’s fingers wrapped gently around your wrist, leading the two of you through the camp and toward your cabin. As he twisted the door knob open with his other hand, he uttered a mental “thank you” to your half-siblings for busying themselves at the camp bonfire tonight. Pushing the door opening, a smirk etched itself on his face when he saw your bed, all made up and ready to be messed up. “You shouldn’t have bothered, princess,” Luke muttered softly. “We’re just going to end up ruining it,” he said, peering down into your eyes.

A blaze filed your cheeks at his words, and you couldn’t deny the tension filling in your chest. “It’s not the first thing you’ve ruined,” the smirk evident in your voice as your warm eyes met his. A quiet chuckle hummed from his lips at your joke, a bemused smile gracing his face as he shook his head. He loosened his grip around your wrist before moving to shut the door behind you. The satisfying click of the lock echoed in the otherwise empty cabin, and it granted him all the courage he needed for the moment.

He moved away from the door, turning his head towards you and within an instant, your arms were thrown behind his head. Your lips crashed with his in a dizzying frenzy, savoring the taste of your lover. His hand sought their place on your waist, his thumbs brushing against the plush of your tummy. Your fingers carded themselves through his bouncy locks before trailing down to rest behind his neck. He pulled apart first before trailing gentle kisses down the expanse of your neck and collarbones, adjusting his hands to rest his palms on your hips.

“Missed me, princess?” he teased you, welcoming the feeling of your fingers tugging his strands. “Something like that,” you sighed out. The feeling of his lips and teeth teetering at your skin made your legs weak, but Luke’s warm grip wouldn’t even let you think of crumbling. His hands found their way to rest delicately on the supple curve of your ass, his mouth trailing underneath your orange cabin shirt to kiss a purple bruise on your skin.

The desperation pooling in your chest brought your hands down to grip his biceps, your whispered pants and whines were swallowed by his mouth. Luke made his way back up to connect his lips with yours, hungry to feel you consume all his senses. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, “Hated being away from you all day.” His lips bruised themselves trying to memorize the pattern of your rhythm. “Missed you so bad. Thought about sneaking you off for lunch. Maybe some dessert too.” He whispered between kisses, and his words made the delicate skin between your legs drool. He held your frame close to his as the two of you whisked your way to your bed, eyes fluttering open as you pulled away from his kiss.

His love struck gaze found your own as he laid you down on the bed, his body leaning above her own. “Is this okay, baby?” he whispered, gentle hands toying with the hem of your shirt. Your fingers pulled his chin down to bring your lips together for a brief peck. “Always, my love.” A soft smile illuminated his face as he began lifting the fabric over your skin. The cool air nipped at your flesh, but you couldn’t pay any mind as the warmth radiating off Luke’s frame harbored in your core.

You aided in removing your cover, lifting your arms above your head to pull your shirt off. Luke’s attention was brought to your chest, taking in the precious details of his girl. He took in the delicate bow resting in the middle of your bra, almost like a bow on top of a present made just for him. He took in the freckles decorating your breasts and how each cluster looked like a constellation, sun kisses painting your delicate skin. And he took in the faded memories of previous nights in your bed, a smug grin taking his features as he sees reminders of him on you.

“My eyes are up here, Castellan,” you joked, crossing your arms in a mock offense. Luke’s cheeks warmed up as he realized he got caught staring, blinking and shaking his head suddenly. “Sorry, baby, just couldn’t help myself,” he uttered an apology. “Not when my girl looks this good.” His words sent you quietly giggling, his breath tickling the expanse of your neck as he whispers in your ear. “Oh, aren’t you romantic?” you laughed out, the sarcasm heavy in your tone. His lips engaged with the skin on your chest with a smirk, leaving precious kisses and love bites for you to try to hide tomorrow morning. Your fingers run up his back, leaving scratches in their wake as they make their way to tangle in his curls.

Luke’s lips attached themselves to a tender spot on your neck, painting a beautiful mark that caused your back to arch into his touch. He grazed his thumb gently across the padded curves of your breasts, hands tracing from your rib cage to your back to unclip your bra. He threw the garment to sit next to your shirt, the pile by your desk growing by the minute. He palmed your breasts in his warm hands, and the friction rubbed your nipples so deliciously, making them perk up more in his touch.

His body travels down the expanse of your body, memorizing every inch of your body with his mouth. Luke settles his knees on the floor, his hands now squeezing the plush of your hips over your shorts. His thumbs fiddled with the loops of the denim before catching your eye and offering a sweet smile. “You’re so pretty like this, sweet girl,” he praised, running his hand up and down your thigh. She whined out at his touch, squeezing her thighs with a stroke of his hand. He moved to trail kisses down her tummy, making a sweet moan tumble out her lips as he got closer to where she needed him. “Luke, please touch me,” she moaned out.

She bucked her hips as she began to get impatient, her pussy soaked at Luke’s teasing. “Fuck, baby” she whispered out, desperation seeping through her tone. She knew what game Luke was playing at; the way he grazed his lips above her clothed core, ghosting his fingertips over the sensitive skin. As his lips continued to adorn her thighs with hickeys, she sat up on her elbows, bringing herself face to face with Luke. “Enough teasing, Castellan,” she huffed out. “Touch me or I’ll make myself cum tonight.” His eyes widen at her sudden command, the contrast between her soft whines and demanding tone giving him whiplash and a tighter tent in his pants. A smirk grazed his lips at her demeanor, and he knew that his game was working.

“Yes ma’am,” he muttered out with a sly grin, hands immediately reaching behind his head to pull off the orange cabin shirt he adorned. His arms moved above his head to rid himself of the shirt, his muscles riveting with each flexing move. Now, it had been your turn to stare, to admire the work of art settled on his knees for you. He turned his body to throw his shirt next to your desk chair, and when he turned back to face his girl, he was met with hungry lips catching his own. You poured your love for Luke into the kiss, the ache seeping deep within your bones. Your lips broke apart before moving down his neck, savoring the taste and warmth of your lover. “I love you, Luke,” you breathed out between kisses. “You’re so pretty like this, baby.” He whined out at your touch and your words, his senses overwhelmed by the pure adoration you were pouring out for him.

His fingers dug themselves into the fat of your hips, holding onto you like a lifeline. His eyes screwed shut for a moment as he felt your mouth making its claim on his skin. Within an instant, your lips were back on his in a dizzying frenzy of lust and love. He pulled apart and held your chin, his eyes shifting between your swollen lips and your warm eyes. He pushed your body back down onto the mattress, his hands holding onto your hips so dearly.

He toyed with the button of your shorts, admiring the way the denim curved around your plush thighs. He looked back up at you through his lashes, catching a glimpse of your annoyed face. “Luke…” you had warned, but you both knew who was in control here. He smiled before moving his fingers to unbutton and unzip your shorts, sliding the fabric down your legs. He turned to throw the fabric toward the ever growing pile before eyeing a precious little bow on your panties, noticing how it unintentionally matched your bra.

“What is this, princess? ‘Got a present wrapped up for me?” He fiddled with the bow, grazing his finger right above your core. His hot breath fanned right above your aching pussy, and his hold on your thighs was too intoxicating. “Just for you, my love,” you whispered through shuddered breaths. Luke smirked at the thought of you being his and his only, and the thought only sent his mind into a frenzy.

His fingers grabbed the fabric resting on your hips before pulling down your panties, leaving you entirely vulnerable to his touch. He gently rubbed his thumb above your hip bones, reassuring you once he heard your breath pick up. “It’s okay baby, I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs. He took it upon himself to tease the skin there, leaving soft love bites for you to find in the morning. “I wanna make my girl feel good tonight,” he hummed out before pressing a kiss right above your core. You let out a whine, the desperate desire to feel his mouth on your pussy drove deep into your bones.

Within an instant, his tongue met her cunt, pushing its way inside her folds. The languid movement of his mouth against her left her breathless, his tongue fueling the fire in her belly.

He latched onto the taste of her, desperate to taste all of her. “Oh, fuck, Luke!” You breathed out between pants, the pleasure becoming dizzying. It became messy, but neither of you would complain. Your slick decorated his chin as his mouth moved diligently, trying to consume your nectar entirely. He threw your thighs above his shoulders, pressing your cunt ever closer to his face.

He lapped at you as if you were the only thing worth living for, drinking you up like his only lifeline. Given the proximity, it was no surprise his nose fumbled its way on your clit, but you couldn’t say you weren’t pleasantly surprised with the added feeling. The stimulation had become too much yet not enough all at once. The friction on your clit and in your folds send your mind into a fuzzy haze, drunk off the pleasure your lover was giving you. Your fingers shot straight to Luke’s curls, tugging on the strands. Luke moved his lips to attached onto your clit, and each scratch of his scalp sent him reeling, moaning around your bundled nerves. He shook his head in between your thighs, creating such a delicious feeling, it brimmed tears in your eyes. “Luke, please!” You cried out for more, desperation seeping out your core as Luke’s mouth kept you steady towards your first orgasm of the night.

It only took a few more flicks of his tongue on your clit to have the walls begin crumbling. You closed your legs around his head, locking him entirely on your cunt. His mouth trailed within your folds and his nose returned to rub on your clit. His mouth began writing symphonies in your pussy as your whines got increasingly louder, the sound a hymn to his ears as he knew you were close. He moved one of his hands to play with your eases nipple while the other gripped onto your hip so deeply, it was bound to leave a bruise in its wake.

With a few more strokes of his tongue on your pussy, your breathing had become desperate pants of air as you screwed your eyes shut. “Fuck, Luke, I’m coming,” you panted out. “I’m coming… I’m-“ And in that instant, your walls came crashing down. Your ears began ringing as blood rushed into your head, and you squeezed your thighs around Luke’s head. A throaty moan tumbled out your lips as you held tightly onto Luke’s locks, his tongue continuing its assault on your core. He was no longer doing this solely to please you, but to also satiate the lustrous hunger he had. The stimulation had become too much to bear, and tears began to fall down your pretty cheeks. “Luke, ‘s too much, I can’t,” you mumbled out in your fuzzy state. Your slick kept oozing out of your pussy, and Luke only took it as a challenge to drink you dry. It wasn’t until you tugged his curls, urging him away from your core, that he pulled away;

He moved his head back to catch a breath, eyes capturing the perfect glimpse of you in this new position: head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, back arched, and pussy clenching for something inside. “Good girl, baby. You did so good for me.” As your legs still rested above his shoulders, he took the opportunity to decorate your thighs with more kisses and love bites, filling the skin with more reminders of his love. He trailed his kisses down to your knees before standing up and making his way next to you.

He nuzzled you against him on the mattress, curling you deeply into his chest. You pressed your warm cheek against his chest as you caught your breath, focusing your hearing to his steady heartbeat. “Thank you, baby. You really didn’t have to, but I appreciate you taking care of me.” She turned her head up towards her boyfriend, her lips grazing the column of his neck. He tilted his head down to meet her lips, sharing the taste of her on his lips. She moved her hand to hold his chin, but the proximity hadn’t been enough for the two of them (It never was.) She moved one leg to straddle over his lap, pressing her lips roughly against his.

“Already wanting round 2?” Luke pressed between kisses, smirking against her lips.

“Oh, don’t act surprised, Castellan.”

#luke castellan x reader #luke pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #luke x reader #luke.txt #luke castellan smut #i need him biblically #i also need to touch grass! #and go to sleep #pjo tv show #pjo fluff

[facioleeknow]

Risky gift ° Lee Minho+Bang Chan

You decide to misbehave and your boyfriends have to punish you to teach you a lesson ;)

Wc: 1245 Genre: smut 18+ ONLY, college AU

Tw: professor's assistants chan and minho, oral, deepthroathing, voyeurism, cum eating, masturbation, hard dom minho, soft dom chan, name calling, spitting

Part of my valentine's day collab!

Minho’s lips were hot on yours. His kisses were hungry, he wanted to consume you whole, he wanted to take you down and then build you back up. His hands raked your body feverishly. He was always like that, impatient and harsh while your other lover was the complete opposite, slow and sweet.

“Minho, we’re in the middle of the hallway, we can’t do this here,” you whispered to him, afraid that somebody might catch you. Minho just sighed and parted from you, his heat leaving your body.

“Let’s go,” his tone was harsh, feigning annoyance but his grasp on your wrist was gentle. You knew better than to think he was actually annoyed, he knew that making out in the middle of the hallway during class hours was risky and he would never expose you to that; sure he might’ve teased you about it but only to rile you up, nothing more nothing less.

Minho led you through the hallways of your college with purpose, he knew where he could go to avoid being disturbed. His study was his sacred place and something that came with being a PA. His hand twisted the knob and then closed the door roughly, without sparing a glance to the other guy in the room.

“Hey, baby,” Chan greeted you with a sweet smile and swiftly got up to plant a gentle kiss on your temple.

“Hey Channie,” you shivered at his touch. Your arousal was starting to coat the inner part of your thighs, going paintieless might’ve been a bad idea. Minho scoffed at the interaction.

“You don’t deserve that treatment, whore.”

“What did she do this  time,” Chan sighed at  the younger boy, his hands rubbing your back in soothing circles. Channie was always sweet.

“Show him, slut, get on the desk and spread your legs,” Minho’s tone was harsh and youo looked at Chan for comfort.

“Go on,” he gently reassured you. Your lower lip wobbled and you pouted at the treatment one of the boys reserved for you, but the wetness in between your legs told a whole other story.

You slowly sat on the desk and brought your legs to your chest. Normally every command would’ve been met with a swift reaction from you but you already misbehaved that day so why not go all out.

“I don’t have all day,” Minho’s aura was menacing, you knew he didn’t like misbehaving.

“Baby, do as Minho says, okay?” Chan’s tone was gentle as usual.

With your hands planted behind you for support, you slowly opened your legs to expose your glistening bare cunt, your skirt pooled at your hips. Chan sharply hissed at the sighed, his big warm hand landed delicately on your calf.

“No panties, baby?” he asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He liked when you were daring. 

“It’s your valentine’s day present,” you felt hot and excited as the two boys eyed you like you were dessert.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it,” he looked at the other boy with a raised brow. At the same time his hand moved from your calf to your knee, his thumb circled your smooth skin.

“Was spreading your legs during class and showing me your pussy in front of everyone also a part of the present?” he stepped dangerously close to you and gripped forcefully your other knee, a stark contrast compared to Chan, “ did you forget that this is only ours to look at?” 

Minho landed a harsh slap on your outer thigh and you whimpered.

“Is that true, baby?” Chan’s demeanor had changed but he was definitely less scary than Minho.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry baby, but this time I can’t defend you,” he let go of your knee and took a seat at his usual armchair, “punish her how you see fit, I’ll watch this time,” he talked to the other boy in the room.

Minho shot one of the most fiery and intimidating looks you had ever seen on him. His hand lifted and came in contact with your pussy delicately. His index and middle finger swiped slowly through your fold and played with your wetness. A small whimper escaped you, your eyes closed in an attempt to savor the small pleasure he was giving you. A harsh slap landed on your cunt.

“Get down and on your knees, slut.” He clearly wasn’t asking you and you struggled to get down from the desk without crumpling all of the documents on it.

Minho looked even more breathtaking when you were on your knees, you had never found an angle from which he looked ugly. Your boyfriend fumbled with his zipper and then took out his hard cock. Your mouth watered.

“Do you know what to do to stop?”

“Three taps on your right thigh,” you nodded. His hand carded through your hair. What seemed a sweet gesture quickly changed when he fisted your hair and pulled your hair. 

“Mouth open.”

He gathered the saliva in his mouth and harshly spat out. His warm spit slowly trickled down your tongue. A moan slipped your lips at his harsh actions, but you didn’t have time to beg for more because Minho shoved his dick in your mouth. You whined.

He felt heavy on your tongue, his taste intoxicating. The tip of his thick cock pressed at the back of your throat, your teary eyes on Minho.

“You should see her right now, hyung, she looks just like the whore she is,” he spoke to the other guy in the room calmly, like his dick wasn’t down your throat.

“Oh I can see her don’t worry,” Chan’s voice sounded strained.

“Eyes on him whore while I fuck your mouth or you don’t get to cum for a week.”

You looked at Chan. The sight in front of you made you whine and clench in need; your other boyfriend had his pants and underwear shoved down and slowly fisted his cock. As soon as you made eye contact with Chan, Minho began to fuck your throat, setting a brutal pace. You did your best to help send him over the edge and tightened your throat around his big cock. A moan escaped Minho’s lips, his facade slipping for a second.

Chan on the other hand was still leisurely stroking his cock, he clearly had no intention of cumming so quickly but he was enjoying the view. You raked your eyes over his body, he looked like an ancient adonis. He was spectacular.

“You’re doing so well, baby. Can you make him cum?” asked Chan, his hand picked up the pace slightly. You hummed in agreement, the vibrations sending sparks up and down Minho’s cock. Your tongue started swiping the underside of his cock slowly.

“You’re good at this slut,” Minho grunted, his head thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. You moaned again, pleased with his reaction.

“God, I’m gonna cum, be good and swallow it all.”

Minho pushed his dick to the very back of your throat, your nose brushed his pelvis. Hot ropes shot down your throat while Minho moaned and pulled your hair tighter in his fist. Your hands made contact with his thigh to help you stand up.

“Stop.” You froze at the command.

“Stay like this and keep my cock in your mouth for the rest of the day, if you want to act like a whore then you should be treated like one.”

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[mochatsin]

THE BROTHERS ACCIDENTALLY INJURING MC (mildly)

Despite all their efforts to technically baby-proof the house, the school, or even the entirety of Devildom if they could for their human… accidents do happen after all. They’re just glad that you’re not more hurt than they initially thought!

MC is not gravely injured! Just some scratches and bruises at most. Not sure if I’ll write something for more serious injuries scenarios but we’ll see, that will be definitely super angsty for sure.

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Lucifer

He was not having it that day. Stacked reports full of complaints in regards to Mammons behavior, property damages caused by Beel’s hunger, and his pen cursed by his brothers to wail and cry whenever it’s used, Lucifer can feel himself about to explode at the next sign of inconvenience in the house while he replaces the pen to go back to work.

It’s when he hears a loud crash in the living room does he feel like he’s going to snap the pen with just his fingers. “I swear when I get my hands on those idiots…” he basically stomps his way to the door before slamming it open.

He heard a loud THUMP! From the door, but not against the wall as he expected. He paused and closed the door only to find you on the floor, rubbing your forehead. You were on your way to see how the eldest was doing and just as you were about to open the knob, the door slammed against you with enough force to make you fall back. 

All that anger immediately dissipates when he finds you and immediately kneels down on the floor to check on you. “MC! Are you alright?!” Thankfully the impact wasn’t too much to draw any blood, though you’re certain you’ll get a bruise and it still hurts like hell that it’s making you dizzy. 

Lucifer doesn’t want to be the cause of your tears. He helps you up gently with a worried look on his face “Come, rest in my office chair. I’ll get that treated before it starts to bruise.” it hurts him more if you struggle with standing straight.

He’ll come back with an ice pack in hand, locking the door behind him as he goes next to you to inspect your forehead and how much damage he indirectly caused. Of course he didn’t mean it but he still feels bad regardless. 

He makes up for that by treating it, and he’s very gentle with you when he slightly dabs the ice pack on your forehead. His words are soft as he asks if you were okay before placing a kiss on your head. 

“How come you locked the door though?” you would ask and before Lucifer can even speak, you hear the brothers banging on the other side when they heard you hit your head. “... Ah”

Mammon 

There’s not a quiet day in Devildom when Mammon is always stirring up things. Demons and witches are always on his tails until he pays any of his debts that he never seems to have the money for. 

There was one particular incident where you were trying to look for him in school since you have so much schoolwork to do, and Mammon was the one who insisted you both be partners for this project. Yet he’s nowhere to be found. 

Of course he was running away from a few students who owed a few Grimm from. He’s grateful for being really speedy since he can use this to his advantage, but when he’s got his eyes on the coins on his hands it’s hard to pay attention to where he’s going. 

He takes a sharp turn by the halls and he accidentally bumps into you, who was carrying all the project materials. Given his strength, you stumble back harder than you thought and drop everything on the floor. 

“ACK! Shit– MC?! Come on, they’re on our tails!” He held your hand so you both could start running but you winced. Mammon paused and gasped when he saw the scratches on your delicate soft human skin from when you hit the concrete floor. 

Mammon had no choice but to carry you all the way while avoiding the demons running after you both. When it was all safe, he checked you in case of more wounds head to toe. Would panic if there was any blood. Luckily you just got a few minor scratches on your hands and nothing too bad.  

“Asmo’s gonna kill me if he saw what happened to your hands… ya okay though? Tell me if it still hurts and let's find em angels to patch ya up” he would beg Simeon not to tattle on the brothers, since they would not let him hear the end of it if they found out you got hurt. Lucifer would punish him for this happening under his watch (and his actions), even if it was an accident.

If your skin can get so damaged from just falling, Mammon can hardly imagine the worst case scenario. He keeps a close eye on you whenever there are large crowds, making sure you hold his hand the whole trip so he’s sure you won’t fall like that again. 

There are times you can feel his thumb brush against the skin of your palms where it was previously damaged. You know he feels a bit guilty for that, so you intertwine your fingers as a way to reassure him. 

Levi

Levi has been waiting for this package and now that it’s by his doorstep, he’s absolutely ecstatic. It was a VR set complete with this game from one of his favorite franchises. He hasn’t stopped talking about it for weeks at all and his brothers can finally get some peace and quiet in the house… they were wrong. 

One would say that Levi looks a bit silly walking around the house with the headset on. The VR game was about slaying demons (ironically) but he gets to interact with the characters in 3D so whenever he sees his favorite, he would let out an excited squeal. 

Lucifer instructed you to follow him while he plays to make sure he doesn’t wander off somewhere or break anything. You just have to make sure to gently turn him to the right directions or hide the glassware away from reach. 

It was doing fine for a while until you took your eyes off him for a second and he’s already walking dangerously near the stairs. You know that demons can survive a stumble like that but that doesn’t mean you’ll let that happen to him! So you dive in, grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie and yanking him away from the steps. 

Unfortunately, you both lost your footing and fell backwards on the floor with Levi landing on top of you. Levi was surprised and a little disoriented as he took off the headset, only to find himself above you. “W-WHA—!! MC?!?! What’s going on?!” 

You hit the back of your head hard with that fall and he noticed with the pained expression on your face. That embarrassment was switched to worry. Levi helps you up and after you explain everything to him, he assists you to the kitchen to find some ice to numb the pain. 

“I-i um… I'll make sure that I play this game somewhere safe, s-so you won’t have to worry about me!” Levi promises next time, already planning on searching any equipment or set up he needs to make his gaming experience much safer. He doesn’t want to burden you more than he already has.

He’s clumsy with the ice pack because he’s too nervous of hurting you more than he already did. What if he presses too hard? What if he’s doing it wrong? You’ll have to hold his hand to guide him on what to do or where to place it, and he’ll need all the self-control he needs to stop trembling from your touch.

Satan 

Even from the outside of the house, you could hear all the commotion and rapid footsteps. You thought you could leave them for at least one hour while you went out to grab the groceries, and apparently they already started fighting in your absence. 

It started when Satan bought a limited edition book signed by the author himself, with only 50 signed copies available. Mammon found the package first before Satan could and decided that maybe he could sell it, but he was caught before he could make any Grimm. In an attempt to get it back, Mammon accidentally tore a few pages. Now they’re both in demon forms running around the house. 

“I WILL TEAR YOUR LEGS OFF YOUR BODY WHEN I CATCH YOU” Satan snarled as he tried to capture the one that ruined his precious book. Unfortunately their speeds leagues apart and only Lucifer ever has the power of catching up to his no-good older brother. 

In a desperate attempt, Satan throws the book towards Mammon and hopes that maybe if he’s lucky enough it would hit him in the head and slow him down. But that wasn’t the case here. 

Mammon saw the incoming projectile and took a sharp turn to avoid it. The moment you opened the door to see what was going on, you weren’t really prepared for the flying book and next thing you knew, it hit you straight to the face. 

The force was enough to make you fall back, dropping all the groceries at hand. You expected to hit the floor, but you felt two hands hold you to stop you from falling. 

Satan saw the moment you got hit square on the face with the book he threw and ran to catch you before you could fall and hurt yourself further. You open your eyes only to see his eyes completely filled with worry. All his wrath was completely over washed with concern for you. 

“I-i’m so sorry MC! Come on, I'll get that treated quickly” He would carry you to the living room, groceries be damned, and cast a small healing spell to ease the pain and discomfort. 

Satan makes sure to be more aware of your presence. Just because his outbursts can get intense doesn't mean he'd want you to get involved in the crossfire. Never does he wish to be the cause of your pain, accident or not. It took you quite some time to reassure him since he didn’t mean that in the first place. 

Asmo

Asmo was excited to find that the shoes he wanted for so long had finally been released and he’s been dying to try them on. The shoes made him a few inches taller and he loves that since he was the smallest brother in the house. The heels were crafted perfectly when decorated with gems and glitter, it’s practically made for him! 

One would find him strutting down the halls with his heels or putting on all kinds of glamor and clothes to match. Asmo could’ve knocked your door down with all that giddiness when he entered your room to show off his new shoes.

He makes running in heels look so easy and you listen to him go on for a while on how the color matches his eyes. By the end of his speech, he grabs your hands and practically wants you to twirl him around like a princess in the spotlight of the ballroom. 

With the excitement in each step, Asmo was not careful enough and accidentally stepped on your foot. Normally it doesn’t hurt you but the sheer cheerful energy Asmo had brought about enough force to make it painful. And what’s worse… It was heels. 

You wince and take a step back, letting go of Asmo’s hand in the process. He looked at you with a pout until he saw you were in pain, clenching your foot “Love? Oh gosh– Did i?”

He immediately sits you down and checks how hurt you were. Since humans are so fragile and squishy, he worried if he broke a bone or even worse! But you assure him that you’re alright. 

“The reddening skin says otherwise! This is not good. We should go get that taken care of in a spa! We can get you those luxurious foot scrubs while I get a pedicure to match my new heels! Come on, I'll get your clothes ready!”

Whether or not you planned to go out today, Asmo is already rummaging through your closet to find the perfect outfit for you in the salon. You can’t exactly say no to a day off to relax, plus he won’t let you stay cooped up in your room like one of his older brothers. 

The spa really was rejuvenating and the scrub made your skin so smooth. You’re not sure if this was his way of apologizing or just an excuse to bring you here but it's a win either way right? 

When he brought up how you should also wear heels like his to match, you immediately decline with no room for negotiation. 

Beel  

Beel has brought home some rolled cigar cookies for you and Belphie to eat. They were a new flavor being sold in madam screams, Beel had already eaten several boxes and he’s made sure that he doesn't end up consuming all of the cookies he bought for you guys in one go. 

He knew that these sweets would go perfect with some devil’s hot chocolate so he wanted to brew some before he brought them up to the attic. 

He had two mugs at hand with the box of cookies in his arms. It’s taking all his concentration to not eat and drink all this food in his reach, especially when his stomach is already empty by the time he left the kitchen. He was so focused on trying to take his mind off his hunger that he failed to see you around the corner. 

By accident, he bumped into you and one of the drinks spilled on your arms. Thank god that Beel made sure that the temperature was safe enough for human consumption (since they could probably drink at hotter temperatures), though it still hurt you regardless. 

The cookies and drink was left forgotten at the nearest table he can place them as he tends to you. No blisters at least, but your skin started turning red from all that heat that Beel kept panicking as he took you to the sink to get it treated. 

“I-I just wanted to bring you some hot chocolate… sorry MC” he has that sad puppy look on his face that makes it hard for you to be angry, not that you were ever mad at him in the first place. Beel spent his time running your arm by cool water to treat it, and even asked Satan to take a look at your skin. 

As sweet as he was, if the burns on your skin were actually that bad then expect that he will never let you near any sort of hot drinks. He treats it as if they were poison to you. Your morning coffee? Now it has ice. Your hot chocolate? It’s iced chocolate. It took your brother’s intervention so he doesn’t ruin the soup for dinner for your sake. 

Belphie 

Belphie was by your side as you watched a local Devildom film in the living room. At first it was both of you watching together since the movie date was his idea, but he fell asleep for the first 20 minutes. To be fair, it was his longest record of keeping himself awake. 

There are times that he sleeps so well that he unknowingly shifts into his demon form. It’s just his powers responding to his own dreams, and he’s having a really nice one at this point since it has you and Beel in it, two of his favorite people of all the realms. 

You paused the movie to use the restroom for a while when that happened. While he was sleeping, his tail popped up and you didn’t know it until you tripped on it when you came back to the living room. 

It wasn’t the feeling of someone stepping over his tail that woke him up, but it was the sound of your pained groans that got the youngest born open both his eyes quickly as he shot up from the couch. 

If it were any of his brothers he would’ve been laughing, but he cares about you a lot. So seeing you in pain on the ground brought back some… ‘unpleasant memories’ from before. He goes to your side so check if you’re injured or hit your head too hard when you fell to the floor.

After the incident at the attic, Belphie tried his best to make sure he won't hurt you. He promised you that when you both forged a pact, and it took so much time to gain your trust again after all! Much like Beel, he is all over you in making sure you’re okay. Belphie wants to keep you safe, even from himself. 

“I don’t want to watch the movie anymore… Can we just cuddle instead?” He says with a cute pout on his lips. The twins really got the same puppy eyes, making it really hard for you to say no to his naps. This time, Belphie lets your head rest on his beloved soft cow pillow to compensate for what happened. 

Takes notes from Satan on how to keep his tail still, since the older demon has more control over it by keeping it wrapped around his leg. Belphie never usually worries about shifting into his demon form, but he just wants to make sure this time!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[xxreader-writerxx]

Perfect

A/N: Alright I've come out of my hidey hole. I know you missed me ;) Anyways enjoy my perfect flowers.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader (not yet dating)

Warnings: Nothing really. Just pure fluff.

Summary: Remus wants to preparefor your birthday but struggles to be perfect.

Word Count: 1.5k

It was a bright, sunny day as I walked across the courtyard. I giggle as a rogue pygmy-puff dashes across my feet. The fluffy hair tickling my ankles above my black shoes. I tuck my books into my bag because all my classes are done for the day. Scanning the yard for my favorite boys and snicker at the sight. Sirius tries to flirt with some Gryffindors and James ruins it by magically mocking him. I walk over and Peter pulls me into a hug.

“Finally someone to help me with these idiots.” He jokes into my ear quietly. I cover my smile and lightly hit his chest. My face morphs into a slight frown when I realize Remus isn’t with the boys. “And when I finally made the shot I could feel the rush- Yes darling?” Sirius asks when he feels the tap on his shoulder. “Where’s Rem?” I asked him since they were together last. “Oh last I remember he was skipping off to our dorm. Saying he had something to do.” He tells me and I kiss his cheek. “Thank you pads.” 

I giggle as he starts to rush an explanation to the Gryffindors in front of him, blushing furiously. I make my way inside. I smell what the elves are making for dinner waft through the hallways as I pass the painting to the kitchen. There are traces of mushrooms, steak, and bread in the air that could make any stomach growl. The best part of Hogwarts is that even the non-magical things that even muggles could do become magical just by default.

Fingers dragging along the cool stone walls, the bumps of the pillars halting them from time to time. The castle is warm but somehow the walls themselves have a type of independence, choosing to have a cool temperature that could save you from the day’s heat. The wallpaper of the walls goes all the way to the ceiling, delicate designs most likely made by fairies. The hallway is full of quiet chattering, footsteps, and laughter. Some students having clubs rush past to make it on time, others not having a care in the world letting time fly during the free time they have.

The fat lady comes into view, singing her famous “operatic” melody that might not break glass but certainly can burst an eardrum. Her pink dress ruffled looking like she’s been running around, most likely searching for an unwilling audience. “Password?” Her cultured voice sings and I nod. I tell her the password and the painting opens to show the common room.

The common room always smells of firewood and old books. A fire is crackling underneath a painting of an old man. I was half expecting to see messy brown curls tucked into the red sofa but it was completely empty besides a cozy blanket and pillows. Huffing, I look at the staircase that leads to the boy’s dorms and begin my journey. Posters scattering every other door, some muggle sports and some wizarding. The seeker of the Irish team winked at me as I passed by, making me a bit shy. He was always a flirt, making the boys I often have by my side huff about how he wasn’t all that charming.

Finally making it to the door I was looking for I raise my fist to knock but pause at the sounds inside. There’s crashing and rummaging like someone was looting around. Folding my hand around my wand I whisper “Alohomora,” there's a click signifying the lock opening and I turn the door knob. Opening the door quietly, hoping to not let any possible intruder know someone was entering. Instead of a burglar all I see is a cluttered room with a messy Remus in the middle of all the clutter. “Where is that damned thing?” He mutters to himself as he throws a shirt behind him, unknowingly landing on me.

I begin to pick up around the room, folding jerseys, putting trinkets back into their designated shelves, and other things as I slowly walk up to him. I place the folded clothes on Jame’s bed and place my hands softly on his shoulders and go on my tippy toes. “What are you looking for Remus?” I softly question and his shoulders relax for a second before they stiffen.

He flips around and I nearly fall if it wasn’t for him being there. He holds my wrists softly looking down at me. “What are you doing here?” He questions and I bite my lip. It does seem a bit strange that I welcomed myself into his dorm room unannounced. It’s normal for me when all the boys are in here but never when only one is inside. My face heats and I place my heels back on the ground. “Oh um- I’m sorry. I just- and you were-” I stutter and he smirks at me. “I’m not upset darling, I just wish it wasn’t a whole mess for you.” he tells me.

He looks behind him, still not breaking contact, using one of his hands to shuffle the mess on the table. He finally finds what he was looking for and takes his wand. “Scourgify.” He casts with a whip of his wand. The room around us starts to put itself away, as if an invisible maid or butler was making their rounds. He walks with me over to his side of the room and I notice that his foot is kicking a box under his bed. I quirk my brow and lean down grabbing the package. 

“No don’t-” He sighs, pinching his brow “...do that.” Looking at the package I smile. “Oh Remmy…” I gasp, placing my hand at my chest. “I- I was trying to wrap it for your birthday but… but-” He groans, flopping on his bed. “No one ever taught me how to wrap presents.” He whispers under his hands. My fingers trace the broken parcel around the present. There’s strips of tape trying to hold it together and the brown parcel is crumbled with a string holding it in place. “Oh Remus, how did you know?” I ask, feeling tears prick at my lashes. “Well I overheard you saying that you didn’t care much for your birthday and I- I couldn’t bear the thought. I also noticed whenever we were heading to the Broomstick how you eyed this. I scrounged some money together and bought it.” He blurts out and I climb next to him on the bed.

Lightly peeling his hands from his face, I smile at him softly. “Why are you so stressed? I love it, Remmy…” I tell him and his face stays solemn. “I wanted to make sure it was perfect, now I spoiled it and it’s all messy…” He frowns and I lay my hand on his chest, tracing small pictures across it. “Remus, it’s already perfect because you made it. You could’ve gotten me a stink bomb and I would’ve loved it.” I tell him and he holds my hand, squeezing it. “But it’s not. It’s all torn and I can’t find another roll of parcel.” He complains and I giggle. I raise my wand and wink. “Acio roll of parcel.” I smirk and he groans slightly laughing. “I didn’t think of that.” He mumbles and I reach out for the parcel floating towards us.

I pull him to sit on the ground with me. I reach for a box similar in size and he raises an eyebrow. “What’s this?” He asks and I shrug. “I’ll teach you.” I whisper and he wipes under his eyes though they are mostly dry. “Ok…” He whispers back and we get started. 

“So, I fold it like this… And how do I tape it without it unfolding?” He asks, holding down the triangle he just made. “Well you are a beginner and that is a high level move…” I joke and he rolls his eyes. “Here I’ll help you this time.” I say and quickly jut my hand out to take his place. My fingers graze the back of his hand and I jerk it back for a second. My face heats up in an instant and I place my hand back. “Ok…” He says, looking up at me. His nose nearly meets mine and we lock eyes. “You- You can tape it now.” I mutter, his hand unmoving. He makes a small noise agreeing but still doesn’t move his hand. “Your eyes always take my breath away…” He mutters under his breath and I gulp. So quickly I question if it even happened his chin moves closer, lips almost touching but never making contact.

He moves away and grabs the tape and I stay there amazed. I snap too once he finally tapes the last part and he laughs. “I did it!” He tells me and I nod happily. “I have no idea why you were so worried. I never took you as a perfectionist.” I say and he sighs. “Because it’s for you. I always thought you were the most perfect person I’ve ever met and wanted you to know that…” He admits and I smile. “Remmy…” I sigh, I lean closer only to be interrupted by Sirius barreling into the room. “You completely ruined my chances, you asshole!” He yells and I laugh, hiding behind Remus to dodge the pillows being hurled.

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[kingsleydied]

The memory you left // Kaveh X Reader Genshin Impact

Kaveh x Reader WC: 1,900 GN reader Warnings: death, kinda angst, my cursed writing

Sun holding still, casting its light upon every leaf, rock, and insect in its path, the atmosphere of the lack of clouds in the morning sky told the tall blonde that the peaceful weather wouldn't be changing anytime soon. Kaveh, the young and master architect, was finishing the golden buttons of his shirt. Checking his fair colored hair for the dozenth time that early morning, he sighed to himself, peering in to the full body mirror of his bedroom. He stood there for quite a time, studying his own subtle brown eyes. "Everything will go just fine." He whispered to himself, his voice the only sound to what he thought was miles upon miles.

The man made his way downstairs, ignoring his slightly taller room mate, Alhaitham. He brushed past him, trying to let his brain let go of the delicious smell of breakfast. Although the food may put a calm to his over growing anxiety and would fulfill his human hunger, no, he decided. He mustn't eat. As his hands reached for the brightly appearing flowers he'd previously laid out in a clear jar of water on the counter the night before, the eyes of his room mate settled and locked onto him. He could feel it burning into his back. "I hope your date goes well today." Wished Alhaitham. Kaveh continued to remove the delicate flowers from the jar. "Thank you," he said in a laid back monotone voice "But I'm sure it'd all go well, so I won't need it." Not bothering to meet the annoyed glare of Alhaitham's, he simply rolled the flowers in a neatly tied knot he'd crafted himself. Once pleased, he recalled your forgotten bracelet. Swiftly, he opened a drawer, taking it out. After an examination of the pink and green jewelry, he wore it on his own wrist. "Goodbye," Kaveh called throughout the shared home "I'll be back his evening." And left without another word.

Architect leaving his home with the flowers and decorated bracelet, he did his best to assure himself that everything will go pleasant and as planned on his date with you. Just as he'd told his room mate back at home, but of course not all things Kaveh said he believed for his personal thoughts. You didn't live too far, fortunate for Kaveh. Not much of a exercise, though he felt at times he needed it, all that time drawing up blue prints for buildings and structures was spent at his desk, not on his feet. Soon, your home was in his sight, an undisturbed looking house, the widows always kept clean, the plants surrounding were more lively than any wild flower he'd ever seen. But undisturbed was the last thing your home ever was. The closer the blonde got, so did the dread get eating him inside out. He felt as if there was a force pulling him back, back towards Alhaitham, to the safety of his bedroom, away from you. Still, he fought. He wasn't about to let his anxiety win, not again, not after everything you'd taught him. Breathing in then out, only to breath in again. He summed up the courage to knock on the door of your shared address of your family's. Knuckles meeting to the wood of the door, he impatiently waited for a response. Fidgeting with his hands, his eyes moving side to side, the sooner someone welcomed him the better. His heart couldn't withstand much more mental torture. A twist of the knob came, the doorway suddenly changing to the warmth of the house you'd grew up in. Your mother stood before him, her glare something he wasn't quite used to, not from her at least. She usually greeted him with a timeless smile, gesturing him indoors. Yet that friendliness seemed to all have faded. "Ma'am," He finally broke the awkward silence. "I'm here to see Y/n on our date." Mother stopped to stare at him with shock, only for it to switch to something with more concern. "I'm sorry Kaveh," she started off sad, tears began to drip from her crystal orbs "but they're dead. They're dead. You know that don't you?" "I know, but I still want to see them. Is that alright with you?" He spoke calmly, forcing the tears to not roll down his paling face, but it only made it more difficult when Kaveh saw your mother cry. Slowly, the woman gained the strength to hold back her sob, doing her very best to nod. Stepping aside to take Kaveh walk through the house to the backyard. He took great care in not recognizing any object around him, afraid of the reminder of you behind it. You always haunted his life, and you were sure to haunt your own house too. Yet even the flooring held your absence. It all brought sadness to him, the times of being bored, nothing better to do than lay on the floor and stare at your own ceiling in the hallway. He would have found it funny, that was if you were still here, but your absence of the memory made him feel guilty along with empty.

Another tear had made its path down his cheek as he made contact with the door to the outside. Carrying the flowers in his left hand, he turned the knob with his right, hoping the fresh air would help ease the overgrowing dread within him. It did release some of the mournful energy he'd had from your home, not nearly enough to make him forgetful of why he traveled here in the first place. Swallowing, he looked around for the heavy grey stone in the tall wavy grass, it was reduced to hardly a task, the tomb sticking out like a sore thumb. Wearily, one step after another, he crouched down to the spot where your body laid underground for exactly a year now. A year had passed since your incurable sickness, not even doctor Tighnari could fix. It'd happend all too fast, stealing you away from him without mercy. Now, here a year later, all he managed to do was sob unto your headstone. Moments of pure sorrow passed, until Kaveh's broken tone finally broke the off charm tone from the cloud of birds. "I'm so sorry. I should have done something different. Tired harder. You deserved so much more...so much better than this." Laying down the bright flowers and removing the bracelet you'd left by mistake on your stone, Kaveh unbent his knees, towering over the spot which you laid. He brushed the tears away from his reddened eyes, he was sure he'd looked awful now, unlike the way he arrived. Sadly, he peered at the stone with your name one last time before walking back towards your old house empty handed. "Kaveh," Your mom called, her crying paused "would you like something to go? Maybe a snack or a glass of tea?" "I appreciate the gesture, ma'am, but I'll be fine. It's all just...unsettling. I miss them." "So do I. I miss them everyday." Nodding her head, she peered deeply into the young man's eyes. "I'm happy you stopped by, really. I have something for you." The lonely woman picked herself up the stairs. Minutes later, she returned with a thick pink book, the spine he guessed somewhere between 2 to 3 inches wide. Kaveh eyes the book more and more, seeing a scribbled note on it. It was your handwriting. "When I was going through their things a couple days ago...I found lots of pictures of them, they hurt me to see them, so if you could, take those photos with you." Said the mother, orbs shiny with teardrops again. Nodding, Kaveh held the book close to him in posion. He hadn't seen your smiling face in so long, the book would truly be a blessing for him. Oh, how you were so dear to him. "Thank you very much. I'll be sure to take great care of this." Though he never dared to peer at any of the pictures within the book at the moment, as he was sure it'd be too much to bare, he believed that this book would be a treasure of history for the both of you and himself, Kaveh.

Opening the door to his own home, he found his room mate relaxed on a bar stool in their shared kitchen. He instantly turned alert upon the arrival of the blonde, his eyes locking onto the book. "Welcome back, Kaveh." For once, it didn't sound like Alhaitham was swearing his name. Knowing a need to hide the book would be completely unnecessary, he held up the pink binder of pictures of you, his now dead lover. "What is..." He stopped, eyeing the words of the front. They said Y/n L/n. "How did it go?" Not daring to look at Alhaitham, he kept his head to the floor, stepping on by and he spoke: "It went well... Y/n's mother is doing as expected." And scurried out of the other man's line of sight, wishing to peer at the album alone. Sitting on his wooden bedroom floor, the album sat flat open in front of him as he examined every picture carefully. Your face in every photo. It was so special to him, seeing you smile as if you were still existing with him, as if he could kiss you just like he used to. If only. Fingertips lingering on a certain picture of you, left eye winking, other left wide open, and grinning wildly. He was right beside you, accompanying you in the image. The photo said all there was to know, as his brown crystal eyes gazed upon you, love sickened undoubtedly, and then simply you, enjoying life. Yet, here the man was, despising it. Hatred suddenly filled him, hating and utterly disgusted with it all. Ever since you've been gone it'd all went so rapidly downhill. Motivated by anger, he stood to his feet, book in hand, and tossed it with a loud smack against the wall. Tears clouded Kaveh's vison as he breathed heavily. "Why Y/n!?" He shouted on the every top of his lungs. "Why would the Archons take someone so innocent!? They never did anything wrong!" He didn't know what really happend, but he felt the warmth of another nearby, a hand touching his shoulder. Then, a voice rose. "Kaveh, Kaveh calm down." Alhaitham was by his side. The brokenhearted boy only cried harder, sobbing into the palms of his hands. "I miss them too." Alhaitham said, looking at the fallen book on the ground. "But you must push forward. Y/n wouldn't want you to stop here. You...you're such a talented architect, you're bound to get called in for another job any day now... You were a great boyfriend, you know that? I don't think I ever heard Y/n complain about you besides how you never did the dishes. Still, I believe you can get through this." After a few moments, the sounds of crying started to die down. The red on Kaveh's face made him look sick. "Th...thank you Alhaitham. I just...miss them so much." He spoke between hiccups. The grey haired man said nothing in return, but instead leaned in to hug him. Taking control of his breathing, Kaveh for the first time in a year Kaveh felt something that wasn't emptiness.

#genshin impact #kaveh x reader #kaveh #kaveh angst #kaveh x reader angst

[theredwritingwitch]

Soulmate Fic- Tune Your Soulwaves

Pairing: Tim Rockford x reader

Soulmate AU: Soulmates can tune a radio to the sound of their soulmate, can then communicate to each other through the airwaves.

Words: 1.4

Warnings: language, fluff!!!

Note: Little soulmate fic in honor of Pedro’s birthday!

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He braced his forehead against the steering wheel of his car. He could hear the chatter of police officers standing in front of the mansion’s doors beyond the yellow crime scene tape. He had walked the grounds and halls of the mansion many times over now, felt the broken glass as well as the soft loose petals of flowers crunch under the weight of his shoes. Droplets of fresh rain fogged his glasses, Tim didn’t care.

Notes were scattered about next to him in the passenger seat of his car. Open manila folders, black and white photos of suspects, and receipts for cooking ingredients scattered and fell off the seat to the floor. Tim looked down at the evidence he had compiled, unbothered to pick the notes back up and reorganize himself. Not tonight anyways. The bright lights of the cop cars glared down on him through the windows. Small droplets of rain slowly dribbled down the windows as more droplets spat down from the clouds above to the puddles below.

The night was only beginning and the detective was already done with the day. His brain was pounding through his temples just as his eyes seemed to tire themselves out with constant stain. Tim had leafed through multiple books, delicately handled piles and piles of knives, and dug his hands into some viscously scrumptious blueberry pie. But even after long hours of going over taped meetings and footage, he had nothing but boards of bottomless theories and trash cans full of shitty take out food. 

The moon looked down on the poor detective as his long held breath huffed out of him. His case was far out of his grasp yet he still had a long night left of work to get done. But for a minute Tim wanted nothing to do with the case. Tim closed his eyes for peace just as a small tune of jazz music sang out on the car’s speakers. He opened his eyes and shifted his head from the wheel to the sound. Maybe he could get lucky tonight. Just a little bit of luck?

Resting his cheek to the steering wheel, Tim stretched his arm to the tuning knob. He listened carefully as the knob tuned in and out of the static between channels. The detective heard strumming of guitars, blurry static, salsa, loud static, sports chatter, mumbled static, and gospel. 

“Come on baby, are you out there tonight?”

More mumbling chatter and static rang threw his car before he stumbled on the familiar hum. His fingers twitched as he reversed his roll and tuned back and forth till the humming became crystal clear.

“There you are,” Tim smiled as he sat up and scooted over to the radio, raising the volume so he could fill the space with something pleasant. “Always where I last left you.”

“Where else would I be?” your voice chimed out of the speakers and into Tim’s ears.

“I imagine you would be sitting in front of a fire, curled up with a book.”

“That sounds rather wonderful right now,” you murmured to him.

Tim smiled at the warmth of your voice, “If not that, then maybe at this late hour you're in bed, listening and waiting for some music to carry you off to sleep.”

“Staying up listening to the sound of your voice sounds more blissful.”

“You’re a sweetheart, have I told you that?”

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you laughed as your voice went in and out of the radio. “So another late night huh?”

“As always. Same with you?”

“As always,” you mimicked him with a dry chuckle.

“So back to our guessing game?”

“Of course!” Tim laughed at your excitement. He had been guessing your occupation for some time, trying to narrow down who you were and where you were.

“Let me think then,” Tim put his car in gear and drove away from the crime scene. “You’re definitely not in any sort of government related work. But you are on the clock right now.”

“That is correct, detective. We both work the late shift apparently.” You couldn’t help but mock him a little.

Tim paused and with an elated smile he replied back, “That’s correct honey!”

“What’s correct?”

“I’m a—” the static returned to the radio drowning out Tim’s words and your own. Tim kept one hand on the wheel as he continued to drive down the dark roads, while his other hand re-tuned the radio.

“Did I get it right?” Your voice strained through the returning static. “You’re actually a—” jazz music and soon news chatter sounded through the radio. Tim refused to let up though as he continued to search the airwaves. Every so often, for a mere second or two, he would catch a glimpse of your voice through the radio. Excitement could easily be heard in your voice but the static returned every time Tim felt he was close.

“Come on baby, you can do it.” Tim begged for you through the persevering static. After many minutes of driving through rain and surfing through static, Tim’s hand began to cramp as your voice was lost in the airwaves. He slapped the top of the dashboard with a low yet agitated “damn” that took up the only noise in the car as Tim turned the radio off. He would just have to try again later tonight or even tomorrow.

After driving into an empty parking space in front of his favorite take-out restaurant, Tim rubbed his hands through his hair and over his eyes. Exiting his car and slowly dragging his steps into the restaurant, Tim was greeted with the sound of static playing on the radio. It sounded like someone else was having a hard time tuning their signals as well.

Tim called out to the server in the kitchen. He had been to the restaurant many times before, but always picked his orders up to go, never sticking around. Tonight he just wanted a little bit of company though.

You jumped back from tuning the radio and rushed to the counter quickly writing down his order before returning to the kitchen and back with his drink. You were jittery and bouncing about the place. Apparently you were in a better mood than him, which was obvious as he plopped down into his seat.

“Rough night?” you asked. There was a familiarity in your voice that made Tim pause and give you a good look up and down before he answered.

“Oh just some broken reception issues with the radio, you know.” 

You agreed with a nod “Happened to me today too.”

“Really, you don’t look so sad about it,” Tim’s voice quizzed you.

“Nope actually, I figured out something pretty important about my soulmate today.”

A smile crept on Tim’s face, even if he was having a rough go at meeting his soulmate, he was happy someone else was finding theirs. “What’s that?”

“My man is a detective! Can you believe it? A real Private Investigator!” You broke out into a large bright toothed smile, “Too bad he seems a bit bad at it though, otherwise he would have found me already.”

Tim couldn’t help himself as he leaned back and laughed. “Honey, maybe his detective skills are better than you think, or maybe he just has some dumb luck every once in a while.” He certainly couldn’t believe his own dumb luck at the moment.

You looked at the handsome man questionably, “Suppose so? That could be a possibility. We all can have some dumb luck every now and again. Maybe even you could get lucky.”

“I think I have,” Tim whispered to himself as he watched you set his food and check down.

“Do you suppose you give out discounts for officers or maybe even detectives,” Tim slowly pushed his badge forward on the counter, watching you stop in your tracks and gasp up at him.

Your hands traced over the badge before saying “I think something could be arranged, maybe a meal or two could be on the house.” Your bright smile returned to your face as you looked into his charming chocolate eyes.

Tim smiled back at you as he leaned forward, placing his hands over yours, “You’re a sweetheart, have I told you that?”

“You’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you murmured as your detective’s lips brushed and then settled down onto yours just as a swinging jazz song came on the radio from the kitchen.

#Tim Rockford #merge mansion #soulmateau #Pedro Pascal

[litaazxx]

Unravelled - [ZHONGLI X READER]

A/N: Day one of kinktober!! I apologize it's so late in the day compared to some. I had to finish it up as i've been very sick the past week. (hence why it's extremely rushed sounding.) I hope it's still good! <3 Word count: 1636 Characters: Zhongli (Genshin Impact), Gender neutral/undisclosed gendered reader. Contains: Submissive top Zhongli, unspecified gendered dom bottom reader, long plot, pet names instead of y/n, drinking wine, spanking, handjobs, blowjobs, masturbation, hair pulling, praise, and BRIEF aftercare.

PROMPTS: spanking, praise kink.

The golden sun set upon Liyue harbour. The fall breeze was chilled; blowing Zhongli’s brown locks side-to-side. It was about 6:30 PM when the man was sitting in front of the funeral parlour, awaiting your arrival. Prior to this evening, the pair of you scheduled plans to meet up after he was finished organizing his tasks, which he had finished nearly fifteen minutes ago. 

“Zhongli! Sorry I’m late!” You said, waving your hand towards the tall male. He smiled and stood up to greet you with a hug. As of today, you had been going out with the elegant male for roughly 4 months, and each date had ended beautifully with tons of memories you often recalled. 

“No worries. Where did you want to go this evening, my dear?” He questioned, removing his body from the embrace to grab and caress your hand. More often than not, he surprises you on dates he planned with lots of thought in mind, so offering you the opportunity placed a smile on your face.

“I’m not sure... maybe we could get dinner somewhere? Then go back to where you’re staying and have some drinks?” You weren’t very picky when it came to dates with Zhongli. Even if they’re usually very planned, the smallest of get-togethers left your heart fluttering with excitement for the next time you got to see him.

The adeptus allowed a slight grin to form on his face, “Works for me.” He pulled your arm upwards and placed a gentle peck to the soft skin on your hand. You passed him a nod in response, a light blush dusting your cheeks from the romantic gesture he presented to your skin. With a swift motion, his body turned away from you to face the illuminating lights from the city; the gold glow defined his face, eyes, and hair, a look you wished you could capture with a camera to keep forever. 

“Let’s get on our way,” Zhongli began, grabbing the same hand he had previously kissed, to lead you away from the building towards the city. He continued, “I don’t want to waste any time we have together.” As the soft glow illuminated your own features, his eyes were visibly sneaking glances at your beauty, mesmerised by how it reflected off of you so delicately. Zhongli guided you towards the direction of the bridge leading to Wanmin restaurant. You both frequented there; Xiangling’s dishes never disappointed. 

After you both ordered your desired meals and ate them, Zhongli paid for your dishes. His smooth hands against your own as he gently pulled you from your seat. He was so kind and careful with you; your friends have said how lucky you were to have the adeptus leader as your boyfriend. Not long after, the pair of you arrived at Wangshu Inn. Zhongli had been staying there for a short while, he loved the view from the place, and would often find himself staying a couple nights. 

Walking through the lobby to the stairs, the tall male led you through the Inn towards the room he was inhabiting. It had a balcony facing the rest of Liyue; he loved this room dearly and would always make sure it was the one he was given. The door of the room stood tall in front of the both of you, but it was soon to be opened as you heard the door knob click under Zhongli’s hand. He stepped to the side, allowing your entry, “After you, Dear.” The Adepti said, following you shortly after.

The former archon loomed in the dark room as you took a seat on the soft bed sheets. The Inn rooms didn’t have chairs, but neither of you minded, the bed was comfortable anyways. Zhongli hit the switch of the dim lamp in the room, the light set a calm romantic mood, not too bright, a calm dull yellow. You sighed as you relaxed into the ambiance, “I assume you got drinks with the room?” 

“Indeed,” He replied, bending over to the cabinet holding two bottles of wine and glasses. He removed a bottle, opening the top and pouring it into the two glasses which now rested on the top of the cabinet. “If you would like more than this bottle, let me know. I don’t mind sharing my second as well.” You smiled as he passed you one of the drinks, both of you beginning to sip at them not long after. 

A few drinks in, it was beginning to get to you. You felt your face and body heat up, Zhongli in a similar state himself. For the past while, your conversation had drifted to a place of sexual boundaries. It wasn’t long before you learned Zhongli was a lot more into BDSM than you could have imagined. Things were moving quickly, but neither of you minded. 

Your wine glasses were discarded to the bedside table, and Zhongli was hovering over you as your heavy breaths hitched. “Are you sure about this, dear?” he asked in between gentle kisses he placed on your chest, cheeks, and neck. You hummed, nodding in response. His request was to try spanking you. You weren’t sure if pain was your thing, but you knew Zhongli was far too kind to hurt you badly. With that, you got into position. Your body slumped over his knee, your ass revealed from your half-off pants. His large slim fingers caressed the plush skin on your ass; the calm before the storm. 

A swift and sharp slap erupted onto your ass, you screamed out from the impact. His hands returned to caressing the now red skin; the pain melted into pleasure. “I love to see you unravel beneath me. You’re doing so good, you’re to die for.” He said while inflicting another quick swipe to your behind. Tears welled in your eyes as your screams of pain turned to screams of pleasure and want. His words left your ears turning red, some pale pink dusting your face as well.

You panted deep breaths when he slapped you a final time, bringing your body upright to straddle him. You felt the hard tent beneath you, he was so big that all you could do was stare at him shocked. This wasn’t the first time you were intimate with him, but it definitely felt more real. His hand snaked behind your head, tangling his digits in your hair as he pulled you in for a deep kiss.

“Be good for me and use your hand on me.” He said, licking his upper lip as he looked into your lust filled eyes. You complied, reaching your hand beneath you shakily to palm at his bulge. He groaned from the friction of your gentle touch against his tight clothes restricting his length. You undid his pants, freeing his erection to your view. He sighed in relief, but it was soon replaced with whimpers from your touch. You wrapped your hand around his length, slowly stroking it. 

“Sweetheart… so good. You’re so good, don’t stop.” he praised, tilting his head back as more pathetic whimpers escaped his lips. You smirked at the sudden submission from the usual uptight and formal individual. Your other hand was against his chest; you slid it down until it joined your other. One hand you stroked him, the other you teased his tip, thumb rubbing gently against his slit. He groaned and whimpered, his vicious panting was unmistakable. 

“Please… My dear, more. You’re so good, such a good little thing.” He begged. You slid down off of him onto your knees. Your hand was still around his dick, but the other hand was replaced by your tongue. He gasped, his head shooting back up to look down at you. He grabbed at your hair, clenching it in his fist. “You’re so beautiful like this… please. You’re so good.” He whimpered as you slipped his whole tip into your mouth. 

You removed your hand, giving yourself room to begin bobbing your head on him. He groaned once his dick entered your throat. Light gags left you as you tried to swallow it back to ease your reflex. Once settled, you stuffed him in until your nose practically hit his lower stomach. He moaned out, loudly, praising you. You gave him what he wanted and sped up giving him more, his precum’s taste filling your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened as the roles completely reversed. It was him who would be unravelling beneath you. 

Despite your behind still aching from his inflictions, something else was aching. You reached your hand between your legs to give yourself some attention as well. The feeling Zhongli fucking your mouth and your hand teasing yourself left you desperately moaning and whimpering on his dick.

 “Please… I'm so close.” he groaned, bucking his hips up into your mouth. You sped up your masturbation, squirms and moans coming from both of you. You felt him tense up, your body doing the same. “I’m cum… cumming!” he whimpered as he tried to get it out before he finished, he failed. His cum spilled into your mouth; you struggled to swallow it all down. Seconds after, you came as well, removing your mouth from him.

“That was delightful, my dear. You did amazingly, thank you…” he said exhaustedly, reaching his hand to help you up. Your knees were red, probably forming bruises. He brought you into the room’s bathroom, grabbing a cloth and wetting it to wipe your cum off of your body and his own from your lips. His sincere smile warmed your heart. He pulled you into a hug before placing two gentle kisses to your forehead. “Let’s go rest. We can clean our drinks in the morning.” He said, bringing you back to the soft bed.

#genshin impact #x reader #fanfic #smut #fanfiction #zhongli #zhongli x reader #kinktober 2023

[capturethechaos]

In collaboration with - @earthlysorrows

Masterlist

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words - 21k

Warnings - 18+ONLY, death of a family member, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), overstimulation, breeding kink!!! (If theres anything we missed let me know!)

a/n - This is it folks, the final part of shake my faith. But with every ending there is a new beginning! Not only are we writing something new 👀 With the posting of this epilogue, requests for the Shake my Faith blurbs will be open! Madi and I love you all so much, and thank you for all the love that has been given to our series ♡

You had been craving it, the taste of the savory butter that coated the little popped bits of corn you threw into your mouth. One by one you crunched down on the snack and swatted Josh’s hand away from the bowl as he reached around you in an attempt to grab some for himself. 

“One mouthful of popcorn per kiss. Those are the rules.” You tease, holding the bowl just out of his arms reach. 

“Well maybe if you turn your head I can smooch ya!” He laughed, so you did as instructed. Just as promised he gave you a delicate kiss, followed with his mouth opened wide and a soft ahhhh. 

You grabbed a fist full of popcorn and reached behind your shoulder to stuff it between his teeth. “Can we focus on the movie now? I didn’t hear a word they just said.” You grunted, adjusting yourself back into comfort on Josh’s lap. 

You loved it there, the warmth it brought alongside the contentment it provided. You leaned back so your back was directly against his torso, your head resting just upon his shoulder. 

“You know. I don’t think I’ll ever understand why he’s a bunny.” You whisper, earning a chuckle from Josh that vibrated your back. 

“Most of this movie is an enigma.” He retaliated, and though he meant to say more the jiggle of the front door knob caught you both off guard. Simultaneously, the two of you looked over at the noise and watched as the handle slowly turned, opening slowly to reveal Jake. He was blissfully unaware of the two of you as he tossed his keys into the bowl, kicking off his shoes and slipping his coat from his shoulders.

You could see the blush still lingering on his skin as he smiled to himself, wandering into the kitchen as he stared down at his phone. You turned just enough to share a look with Josh, mischievous smirks adorning both of your faces as you watched Jake pull open the refrigerator door. “So, how was your date with this mystery woman you’ve been hiding from us?”

Using the fridge door as a shield, he slowed his movements as if that would make him disappear. “What date?” He grabbed at a soda can and cracked it open. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

When he finally popped his head out of hiding, his face was as red as a ripened cherry. Almost as red as a fresh sunburn after a day of swimming. “Awe!! Joshy look. He’s blushing! Look at how flustered he is!” 

Jake shot you a look as Josh chuckled, shifting slightly to get a better look at his twin. “She must be something really special then, the only other time I’ve seen him get that flustered is because of you, angel.”

You smiled at the comment as you slid out of Josh’s lap, opting instead to curl up against his side and lift the blanket, patting the empty spot beside you on the couch. “Why don’t you come finish this movie with us and tell us all about this girl.”

Jake's sharp glare quickly melted away, and he shuffled out of the kitchen, making his way over and sinking into the spot next to you. You leaned over, nudging your shoulder against his as he made himself comfortable. “So, what’s she like? Gotta make sure she’s a good fit for my best friend.”

A fresh start wasn’t always for everyone. Most people enjoyed the comfort of their own living space enough to stay there forever. You thought you were one of those people, someone who would sit in the same living room for eternity looking out the same window. That was your truth, until a new shiny key was presented before you from Josh’s hand. “Would you like to do the honors?”

You took it between your fingers and lined it up with the knob. As you unlocked the door you couldn’t help but to reflect on what got you to this point in your life. How such a turn of events in a youth room had led you down the path to holding a key to your shared apartment with Joshua. A key you wouldn’t trade for the world. 

Though you had seen the apartment a few times, it felt different now. Felt like home. Though the lack of furniture had every noise echoing between the walls, it still felt cozy. It could have all boiled down to the fact that Josh was by your side, and in all honesty, he was all you needed. 

The two of you stepped further into the apartment, stopping in the kitchen and leaning on the island as you looked over the space that would soon be full of furniture that you had chosen together. Josh slid behind you, his hands resting on your hips as he turned you around so that you were facing him. He had you lifted onto the countertop before you had the chance to argue. 

“Now, angel.” One of his hands lifted until his palm was brushing your cheek, and his eyes locked on his thumb as he slid it along your bottom lip. “Imagine just how nice it would sound with your sweet moans and whimpers echoing through all this empty space.”

He quickly closed the distance between his face and your own, his breath fanning across your lips. The serene moment between the two of you was interrupted when Jake and Danny came crashing through the front door of the apartment with the couch from your old apartment. “Dammit Sam! I told you to tell me when I was about to run into the fucking wall!”

Sam’s laugh echoed through the apartment as he stumbled into the main room. “Sorry, Jake, just be thankful you didn’t have to listen to the happy couple getting ready to fuck on the kitchen counter.”

He sat the singular plant he had tucked in his arm down on the kitchen counter and simply watched as the two men attempted to maneuver around the entryway. The whole time Jake was murmuring every cuss word in the book towards the inanimate object in his arms. 

“Do you want it to go there?” Jake finally directed his words to you. “Because once this thing hits the ground I’m not picking it back up.” Though he was serious he made sure to soften his tone so as to not sound upset with you, just upset with the heavy ass couch. 

“Two more steps to your left and I think that’s perfect!” As you directed his brother, Josh managed to land his hand upon your ass to give it the softest squeeze before leaving to grab a round of boxes. A few hours passed, and the five of you managed to get almost everything in the apartment.

Piles of boxes had been separated by the room they belong in, meaning the two of you had built up an extraordinarily large, seemingly never ending pile of boxes that started in the living room, and ended at the closet in the hallway to the bedroom.

Sam, Danny, and Jake left not long after lunch, having eaten an excessive amount of pizza between the trips from the moving van and the apartment. There was no energy left between you and Josh as you sat on the couch together and enjoyed the takeout he had ordered after the two of you had showered.

“I think I’m going to go pick up some groceries for the next few days, do you want to come with me or stay and unpack boxes?” Josh had just finished the last piece of orange chicken from his little white box and walked it over to the trash can. 

Finishing your last few bites you answered. “I’ll stay and unpack a bit, get a head start on the inevitable.” 

With priorities in line, the first box you opened had ‘RECORD PLAYER’ written in thick sharpie. Cautiously, you pulled out the pieces one by one and sat them down upon the floor. Once the speakers and turntable were plugged in, you made your way through the pile of boxes to find one labeled as ‘JOSH’S RECORDS’. 

The entire box was moved next to the player for convenience but also just to get it out of the way. You picked up your favorite album from Josh’s collection, Back Home Again, and pressed the needle into the first groove so you could enjoy the sound while setting up what you could of the living room. 

It seemed only fitting to put on another John Denver record when the first came to an end, so you walked back to the record player and carefully placed Back Home Again back in its sleeve, placing it in the shelving you had managed to put together before pulling out Poems, Prayers and Promises.

Josh made his way through the door about half way through Gospel Changes, with what looked like five or six grocery bags in hand. You had settled back onto the couch after unloading a couple boxes worth of blankets and pillows, so you simply turned to watch as he made his way into the kitchen and placed the bags on the counter. “Care for some help unloading those, my love?”

He looked at you with the softest of smiles spread across his lips as he worked to pull the groceries from the bags. “No no you go relax, get comfy. I will get everything all organized.” 

You obliged, only moving enough to light the candles you had placed on the coffee table. Josh walked over to the couch holding a container of ice cream, and two spoons. Though he was still as happy as he was earlier, Josh seemed to be carrying something else, a sense of nervousness that he hadn’t had with you in a long time. In response, you simply smiled at him as he sat across the couch from you. “Is that what I think it is?”

“If you’re thinking of chocolate fudge ice cream, then yes. Yes it is.” He handed it to you with shaking hands, and once the container met with your fingers the spoon he held in the same hand dropped to the ground. 

Josh immediately went to the floor to pick it up, and as you giggled at his clumsiness you lifted the lid. 

“Oh. My. God.” You whispered, almost dropping the pint. When you looked up from the glistening metal lodged in the cream you saw Josh, one knee planted firm on the ground in a kneeling position. 

“Now… bear with me. I had this whole thing planned but I knew as soon as I saw your reaction I’d forget everything… because you do that to me, make me forget about the world. Make me want to be better. You completely turned my world around when I saw you and I was too young then to know why, but it’s because you're my soul mate.” 

Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, yours mimicking his reaction as he continued. “I can’t even fathom the idea of finishing this lifetime without you next to me, and I don’t think I’d be able to do it without you, my angel.” 

As he spoke he plucked the ring from out of the ice cream and wiped off the band until it was clean. “I could honestly go on and on about why I love you… why I need you. But angel, would you care to keep me by your side through this journey? To have someone so devoted to you as your husband?” 

And just like that, your whole vocabulary dissipated leaving you speechless. “Y/n?” He quizzed, leaning forward to get a gauge on how you were feeling.

Your first instinct was to lean forward, your hand looping around to grab the back of his neck, and press your lips against his with enough force that your hand had to keep his head steady. Your freehand tapped at the ring in his hand, begging for him to slip the jewelry upon your finger. 

It was cold, but was quick to warm up around you as it managed to slide across your ring finger flawlessly. You didn’t even glance at it, instead you pulled Josh in towards you and leaned back against the sofa. 

“Put the ice cream back in the freezer. I won’t be needing it right now.” You whisper against his lips, only to get a groan of disapproval in response from Josh. “I don’t want it to melt, it ruins the texture when it has to refreeze.” You giggled as your lips pressed small kisses down his chin. 

“Only because I love you.” He protested, but pulled himself away and snatched up the ice cream in a rather tantrum-esque display. You bit your bottom lip to hide your laughter as he stomped over to the freezer.

Josh delicately placed the pint back in its spot, and when he finally composed himself enough to turn towards you his jaw landed on the floor. You had somehow managed to silently strip yourself of every article of clothing aside from your panties. You knew how much he loved taking them off of you himself. 

“What’s the hold up, fiancé?” You purred, raising your hands above your head as you pretended to yawn. He watched as your breasts rose with the motion and waltzed back over to you. You let out a yelp as he pounced, pushing you back upon the couch with his lips sucking and nipping at your neck. 

“I like the sound of that coming from your lips, angel. Say it again.” The brushing of his lips against your skin as he spoke sent a shiver down your spine. 

You lifted a hand to his face, moving it so that he was looking you in the eye. “Fiancé.” 

You weren’t planning on answering your phone as it buzzed against your nightstand. You and Josh were actively sorting through different designs for wedding invitations. Somehow, you had managed to narrow it down to a forest green paper with gold font, or a cream colored paper with forest green font. 

When your phone stopped ringing, only to start back up again it was Josh who looked over your shoulder to see who was calling. “You might want to answer it this time angel, it’s your mom.” 

Frantically, you grabbed the phone off the stand and pressed it to your ear. “Mom, hi. Are you alright?”

“Yeah… yeah, I’m alright. I just… I miss him.” At her words, your shoulders dropped forward. 

“I miss him too mom… Do you want Josh and I to come over for dinner?” The mention of his name had Josh peering sympathetically in your direction. 

“No no, that’s alright sweetheart… ” There was a deafening pause, only broken by the sound of her sniffle. “I just hope you know how much I love you… how much he loved you.” 

You could feel Josh's hand brushing gently along your shoulder blades as you took a deep breath. “I love you too, mom. And remember, Josh and I can come over whenever you need.” 

While you placed the phone back down on the nightstand, you turned your head away from Josh. You tried so hard to hold back the tears, but it was no use. As soon as the first droplet slipped past your eyelids the rest came cascading down your cheeks. Between that, your sniffles and the way your chest began to vibrate, your cover was blown. 

“Come here, angel” Josh pulled you in desperately, wanting nothing more than to just hold you until the tears stopped. He himself was holding back tears as he watched you mourn. This past month you tried your best to be strong with your fathers passing, knowing he wouldn’t want you to be stuck in the sorrow you had been feeling. 

Josh’s embrace left you sobbing against his chest, and in return Josh pushed the invitations off of the bed to make space for you to lay against him. As he sat and ran his hands through your hair, one of his tears dripped down upon your scalp. 

“I-It kills me he can’t be there. For us. For this.” You managed to whisper out between sobs. “He was so fucking excited. He already had ou-our father daughter dance song picked out.” 

“Yeah, he uh- showed me some of his… groovy dance moves one night while you were out for dinner with our mothers.” His lips had turned to a small smile at the memory, and the comfort that came with it slowed the tears until all that was left was the streaks they left upon your cheeks.

He held you in silence for a while, simply listening to the steadying of your breathing.

Part of you wished you could say that you had woken up with the sunlight streaming in through the window. In truth, you had been awake since before the sun peeked over the horizon. Sitting wrapped in the comforter as you waited for the sun to make its grand entrance through the window of the bed and breakfast you had rented for the wedding. Through the silence, a small knock echoed around your room. You kept the comforter wrapped tightly around you as you slid from the bed, padded over to the door, and cracked it open only slightly, peaking through to see who was on the other side.

Josh stood on the other side, a sleepy smile on his face as his eyes locked with yours. He looked pretty much the same as how you imagined yourself at that moment, his curls were an untamed mess, you could see the little goop in the corners of his eyes, and the creases across his cheeks from the pillowcase he was sleeping on. When he finally broke the silence, your brain tingled because of the drowsy rasp in his tone. “I know we’re not supposed to see each other, but I had a dream about you… and when I woke up and reached for you, I got sad cause you weren’t there. So I uh, thought I’d see if you were awake too.”

You stepped away from the door, pulling it open further so that he could enter your room. You pulled the blanket open, extending your arms towards him. He immediately wrapped himself around you, lifting you from the floor and closing the door as quietly as he could with his foot. It only took a few steps for Josh to reach your bed, and he gently placed you down on the mattress. You rolled over as he crawled onto the bed, lifting the comforter for him to lay under with you as you went back to watching the sunrise.

Josh shimmied himself to be as close as possible with you, turning his head to nuzzle against the warmth of your skin. “I love you.”

You hummed, leaning your head against his. “I’d hope so, or else it sure would be an awkward marriage.” You gently repositioned the two of you so that you were laying on your sides, facing each other. “I love you too, Josh.”

The two of you laid like that for a while, slowly sinking until Josh’s head was laying on your chest, your fingers gently brushing through his curls as you were warmed by the early morning sun. The peaceful quiet felt like an eternity before you were eventually interrupted by another soft knock on the door. You kept your eyes on the ceiling as you quietly called out. “Who is it?”

From the other side of the door, a quiet voice called back. “It’s Jake.”

Your smile grew, and you could feel Josh’s do the same as his lips softly grazed your skin. “Come in.”

The door opened slowly, and Jake stuck his head in just enough to see the two of you lying peacefully in each other's arms. “I hate to break up the two of you, but people are starting to wake up. So Josh should probably get back to his room before one of our mothers sees you two together.”

Josh groaned, the sound muffled as he kept his head pressed in the crease of your neck, but he knew his twin was right. He lifted himself off of you and slid out from beneath the blanket. You lifted yourself onto your elbows, watching as he trudged toward the door. He turned as he reached the doorway, turning to you and blowing you a kiss before turning back and passing Jake.

Jake watched his brother cross the hall and enter his room before turning back to you. “I’ll see you later, Y/n.”

You smiled at him before dropping back against the mattress. “I better, I’m sure as hell not about to walk myself down that aisle.”

“I’d never leave you alone out there.”

You got another forty-five minutes or so before another knock came from your bedroom door, your mother opened it and leaned against the doorframe for a bit, just watching as you stared up at the ceiling.

“You know, I couldn’t sleep either when I was about to marry your father.” She whispered, startling you slightly from your silent trance. “I almost ran away from the church. I was so nervous. I’m glad I didn’t, because then I wouldn’t have you.” 

A smile spread on your face at the mention of your father, and when you felt the end of the bed dip down you sat up, crossing your legs as you did so. “I’m glad you didn’t either. I’m lucky to have you as my mom.” You crawled down the bed to wrap your arms around her from the back. 

“I will request we do makeup last though, so I have a chance for a nap.” You admitted, feeling her laughter against your stomach. 

“You’re going to be too nervous for napping. Don’t worry, I’ll get you a mimosa and you’ll perk right on up.” 

Just the mention of it made you smile, squeezing your mom a little tighter as you rested your cheek against her back. “Is there food? I’m starving.”

Her hands landed over your own and she chuckled. “I’ll grab you a plate, hopefully the boys haven't eaten it all already.”

You took your time lowering your feet from the bed onto the floor, stretching as much as you could. All the nervous energy that had been building up inside of you having left you tensed up. You couldn’t help the joyous hum that came from you as your muscles relaxed and your back cracked. 

Your mother returned not long after she had left, a tray held across her arms as her, Ronnie, your cousin Jamie, and two of your closest friends, who until recently had been travelling Europe. The four of them walked in and immediately wrapped you in a warm group hug. 

You were the one who released the hug, not because you wanted it to end, but because the smell of the sweet pancakes intertwined with the savory bacon and had your mouth watering. You plucked crunchy bacon directly from the plate and hung  it over your mouth to take a dramatic first bite. “This… is delicious.” 

The food managed to help relax your anxiety ridden stomach, and once everyone was picking at the last few berries left in the bowl, you heard a knock at the door. Jake stood there, a pint of orange juice in one hand and an unopened bottle of Prosecco in the other. “Delivery for the ladies.” Rather dramatically, he made a show of popping the top off, earning a few shy screams as the cork bounced around the room. 

With a couple good chuckles he reached past the door to hand each of you a glass, bowed, and headed back to Josh’s room.

Ronnie picked up the first glass, holding it up in the air as the rest of you picked one for yourselves. “Here’s to a smooth, easy, love filled day. Nothing is going to go wrong. Today will be perfect, because you’re perfect and it’s what you and my brother deserve.” There was a glaze of tears already coating her eyes as she spoke. “Now. Let’s get you even more jaw droppingly gorgeous than you already are.” 

You quickly finished what remained of your mimosa before shuffling toward the vanity. You sat to apply your skincare, the same way you had for years yet this time you were nervous. Your hands shook as you gently pressed the moisturizer into your skin. Hands pressed a tad too hard as you massaged your jawline upwards. 

Ronnie came up behind you, her hands running through your hair to fluff it up a bit. You had already told her and shown her what you wanted your hair to look like. It wasn’t anything extraordinary, just fancy enough to fit the occasion, and keep it out of your face for the duration of the day's activities. 

Everyone sat and conversed as they all joined you in wedding preparations. By the time Ronnie had made it to the last strand of hair, it was already almost noon. You took a break, sitting around to talk some more about how the day would pan out as Ronnie placed her makeup across the counter so it would be ready after you ate lunch. 

There was a ruckus  in the hall as a stampede of men made their way down it. Through the footsteps you could hear Joshua's voice and the sound had your anxieties melting away. They also had ideas of lunch on their minds. 

You bolted over to the door to press your ear against the wood, some of the bridesmaids followed behind you, giggling. “I can’t hear him anymore!” You complained to Ronnie, her head right beside yours. 

“Why are you being so nosey, angel?” Josh’s voice flowed through the barrier as if it wasn’t even there. 

Your nose crinkled upwards as you smiled. “I guess I could ask the same of you.” 

“May I just say you sound like you look absolutely stunning.” Jake's ear was planted right beside Josh’s, his head on the opposite side of the door from Ronnie’s. 

The next thing you could hear was violent faux gagging from Jake, which was soon paired with a rather guttural grunt as Josh so kindly punched his stomach to get him to stop.

Everyone erupted in laughter, including yourself. “Did I hear you guys are grabbing lunch?” You spoke up.

“Say the word and it’s yours.” Josh hummed, ignoring as Jake mocked him from the sidelines with his hand over his heart in a rather dramatic display. 

“I think we’d all appreciate some pizza.” 

“Well then you shall have it.”

Ronnie smiled at you as you continued to rest your head against the door, listening to the rest of the boys talk on the other side. “Thank you, my love.” 

“Anything for you, my angel. We’ll be back soon, I love you.” You could hear not only one, but multiple men on the other end copying Jake by dramatically fake gagging at the two of you. 

“I love you too, Josh.” You pushed away from the wood of the door, turning to walk back to your chair. 

From the hallway, you could hear the boys as they made their way down the hallway, echoes of them saying, ‘I love you Joshy.’ amongst some other phrases, which were quickly shut down as Josh told them to shut up before he pushed them down the stairs. 

Ronnie stepped back into her spot behind you, beginning to pull back what she needed to finish your hair, and a peaceful quiet settled in the room, the only sound coming from the speaker as it quietly played music. 

Almost an hour passed before a soft knock came from the bedroom door. Jamie walked to the door and pulled it open, finding Jake on the other side holding two pizza boxes. “I come bearing lunch, and a letter for the bride from her fiancé.”

You slid from the bed faster than you thought you could, making a b-line for the bedroom door. As Jamie opened the door further for Jake to enter, you plucked the letter from the top of the boxes. You turned to scurry back to the bed, but Jake managed to pass off the pizza boxes and catch you before you had the chance. 

You followed curiously as he pulled you onto the small balcony, sitting you down on one of the chairs and lowering himself into the other. The gentle breeze was soothing for your ever growing nerves, and Jake's gaze was locked on your face as you stared at the small envelope in your hand. “He can’t sit still.”

Your eyes lifted to look at him, an inquisitive expression on your face, spurring him for further explanation. He chuckled and leaned back in his seat. “We keep trying to tell him that he needs to get ready, but he just keeps insisting on going on little nature walks to calm his nerves.”

You smiled, wishing you could be walking the grounds with him, your fingers intertwined. “Sounds like something he’d do, has he eaten lunch yet?”

Jake nodded, “Yeah, he took a couple slices of pizza and dragged Sam out for another walk while they ate.” 

You turned away from Jake, looking over the railing of the balcony and catching sight of Josh and Sam as they wandered around the backyard. You glanced back at Jake with a raised eyebrow. “Did you plan this Jacob?” 

He smiled, holding his finger to his lips. “It wasn't just my idea.” 

He turned his phone to show you the screen, his messages with Sam open with a message already typed out. He turned the phone back to himself and hit send. The two of you watched as Sam pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped Josh on the shoulder, pointing up to you and Jake on the balcony. 

Jake felt his phone buzz, and looked down, reading the message with a chuckle. “Sam said that Josh has started rambling about how beautiful you look.” 

Your cheeks flushed pink, and you watched as Josh turned to Sam, pointing at his phone as he spoke. You turned to Jake, waiting to hear what it was that Josh had Sam typing out. “Josh said that he loves you, that you should read the letter alone, and that you should probably read it before you get your makeup done so that no one tries to kill him for making you cry and ruining it.”

You glanced down one last time to blow a kiss in their direction, when you looked up Jake was already sliding the glass door shut to leave you alone with the letter. Cautiously, and with trembling fingers you opened it. 

My angel, 

No word in this universe could describe the admiration I have for you. Have had for you. No song has been sung that can perfectly encapsulate the way you make me feel. No poem has been written that has selected rhymes well enough to encompass your essence.

 I pace back and forth today not out of anxiety or remorse, but out of anticipation. Anticipation of having you be my wife until our journey in this world ends. Hopefulness that our lives will be as perfect as you deserve them to be. That you will forever feel the love I have for you, and that I never once fail to show you that love. 

You’ve always been it, angel. With no questions in my heart you’ve always been the one I wanted to say my vows to. Share a home with. Have children with. You’ve taught me so much in life, but above all else you’ve taught me how to love. 

So. To fill the void in academia that refuses to put into words how I feel about you, I decided to give it a go myself. Be warned, I’m not a poet. 

I’d start with roses and violets that are so blue,

But not even that poem is as enchanting as you. 

Sunflowers touch the clouds and kiss the sky

But will never be as marvelous as the gleam in your eyes. 

I have loved you in this lifetime, and I’ll love you in my next,

My beautiful flower who is more pulchritudinous than the rest. 

With all my love,

Within the next couple hours, your makeup was done, and you watched as guests began making their way through the backyard towards the aisle you would soon be walking down. Karen had occasionally been popping in throughout the day to check in when she wasn’t attempting to keep all of the boys in one room, but she was sure to be there when it was time for you to put on your dress. 

It slipped on effortlessly, and it was then that the tears began well up in the corner of your eyes. For everyone. Your mom walked over to your side and you watched as her reflection placed its hand upon your shoulder. 

You saw a small box peeking out from behind her back, and she pulled it forward to be seen fully. It was hard for her to speak with the tears cascading down her cheeks but she managed to begin.  “Something old.” She murmured, pulling your dad's cross necklace and latching it around your neck.

“Mom…” 

You held the cross between your fingers and pressed it against your lips. Remembering all the days you saw your father wearing that very piece of jewelry .

Jamie, Ronnie, Leslie, and Tara made their way to you, and Ronnie lifted a small black box towards you. “Something new.” You took it from her hand, pulling the lid off the box. Inside was a charm bracelet with four small charms. 

You looked up at the girls, a smile on your face as you tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill. “Thank you, seriously,  it’s beautiful.”

Ronnie helped you put it on, watching as you looked over each of the small charms before stepping away to make room for her mom. Karen stepped forward, giving you a kiss on the cheek “Kelly and I will give you and Josh your something borrowed after the ceremony.”

She stepped back to let your mom come back to you. “Lastly, your something blue.” Your mothers fingers fumbled a bit as she pulled out a small pair of earrings. A light blue stone sat in the center of each. “It’s Angelite… I found it fitting since I hear Josh call you angel so much… And you’ll always be my angel too.” 

She helped you place the earrings in your ears, and everyone choked back tears as you took in your final appearance. The room was silent, apart from the sniffling from yourself and those around you, until a knock sounded from the door. Before anyone could answer it, Jake cracked open the door, shuffling in as fast as he could and shutting it behind him. 

All of you turned at the sound of the door opening, seeing Jake leaned against the dark wood, his mouth stuck open like he was going to say something, but he simply stood there staring at you until his mother broke him from his trance. “Is it time, dear?”

He blinked a few times before nodding his head and taking a few steps towards the group. “Yeah, dad is looking for all of you, it’s time.”

You had rehearsed this. The exact way it was all about to happen, yet your hands clammed up and your throat went dry at Jakes beckoning. “So. Josh will be out there soon?” You bite your lip at the thought of him waiting for you. 

“Yes, after our mothers find their seats of course.” Jake motioned to them to make their way out, and you watched as your mother and Karen squeezed each other's hands and walked out of the door, each of them turning to blow you one last kiss. 

All of your bridesmaids left soon after them, scrambling around the room to do quick touch ups before being practically chased out of the room by Jake. Once everyone was finally gone, Jake turned to you slowly, his gaze travelling along the length of your body. “Wow.”

He motioned for you to do a twirl, and you followed his instruction, spinning in a slow circle. “Josh is definitely going to cry.” 

A small chuckle accompanied his words, but as you locked your eyes with his, you could see the tears forming in his eyes. You took steps forward, your heels clicking upon the floor as you approached him. Your hands landed upon his cheeks, your thumbs moving to wipe the tear from the corner of his eye.

“Don’t you dare start getting emotional on me now. Because you’ll make me cry.” 

He smiled at your words, taking a dramatically deep breath to compose himself. “Sorry, I’ll keep it together I swear.”

In the distance you could hear the music that cued your bridesmaids to begin their walk down the aisle alongside the groomsman. 

You reached out to grab ahold of Jake's forearm. “It’s happening.” 

Jake reassured you by placing his hand upon yours “It’s happening.” He guided you into position, his arm looped around yours as the two of you waited for your song to begin. 

You couldn’t help but to giggle as Danny and Sam walked down the aisle, tossing white flower petals haphazardly. 

The autumn leaves gently brushed upon the ground, creating a marvelous orange and red walkway for you and Jake to stride through. Josh couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. His cheeks began to grow red, his hand raised to cover his mouth with fist as you walked slowly alongside his twin. 

Josh couldn’t hold back his tears of admiration as they cascaded down his cheeks. His chest began to rapidly rise and fall as he tried to wrangle in his breathing. You couldn’t hear it over the piano, but he was whispering about just how gorgeous you looked. How lucky he was. 

He stood beneath a large tree at the end of the aisle, his skin illuminated by the slowly setting sun as it peaked through the curtain that had been hung to create a soft backdrop for the position the two of you would stand as you shared your vows. 

Jake’s arm slid out from around yours, keeping your hand gently in his as he eased you forward towards Josh. The moment your hand was placed over his, it really hit you. You were at the altar with the love of your life, about to start the rest of your life together. Jake gave you one last kiss on the cheek before letting his hand clap against his twin's shoulder. “She’s still out of your league… in case you forgot.”

Josh nudged Jake as he moved to stand next to Sam and Danny, and when he finally turned back to you got to see his beautiful smile in all its glory. You looked out to the crowd of people to see one empty chair in the front row. A photo of your father rested against the back of the chair, adorned with the tie he had spent hours picking out for this day. 

Your hand lifted to your mouth and you stared into your moms eyes in admiration of her efforts. The squeeze of Josh's hand around your own pulled your attention back to him, and he whispered a quick ‘I love you’ as Kelly opened his notes to begin the ceremony.

“We are gathered here today before friends, family, and above all else, God, to witness the holy matrimony of Joshua and Y/N. We thank the Lord for all the blessings that brought us here today and those that brought our lovebirds together to make this day possible.” 

You stared directly into Josh’s glossy eyes, aware that yours more than likely looked the same, and you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Love and marriage are truly one of God’s greatest gifts and accomplishments. Yes, the heavens and the Earth are pretty impressive, but the Lord has filled all of us with love and allows us to grow that love exponentially by sharing it with someone else. And so, by giving selflessly to another, we make ourselves stronger and our lives that much richer. It’s truly one of the greatest miracles we’ve been given.”

Just hearing Kelly speak in such a manner had emotions swirling that you thought you were prepared to deal with. 

“I remember watching these two as children. I watched their love grow from a childhood best friend to a romantic partner. I am so blessed to say that I wouldn’t want my son to be standing here with anyone other than Y/N. If you don’t mind I would love to read a verse that expresses my view on this couple you see standing before you.” 

Kelly flipped to a bookmarked page of his Bible. “Corinthians 13. Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.”

Both of you were a mess at this point, and both of your honorable members were placing their hands upon your shoulder to act as an anchor. 

“At this time, the couple would like to join together to unify their love physically by placing their two different colors of sand in the hourglass. The colors of the sand may be different, but over time the grains of sand will continue to combine until to the naked eye it looks to be a brand new color. However when you look closer, the sand is still yellow and red. Just how in marriage your bond only grows stronger, though your individualism remains true.”

While Kelly spoke you and Josh alternated putting little pours of sand into the glass. Giggling when Josh poured more than his fair share. Laughing when you accidently dropped a little on the floor. The two small tubes were emptied and you stepped back to admire the layers of sand before you. 

You both found your original positions and grasped upon each other's hands tightly once more. 

“Joshua, do you promise to love, honor, cherish and respect Y/N above all others, from this day forward until your very last day on earth?” 

“Forever.” He murmured, just loud enough that everyone could hear it. 

Kelly asked you the exact same question. “I promise, Josh.” You responded, earning a hand squeeze from him. 

“Now I believe the couple have written their own vows they would like to share with each other before the ring ceremony.” Kelly stepped back, handing the small microphone over to you so you could begin.

You turned to Jamie, reaching for the cards she had held out for you before turning back to Josh and clearing your throat.

“Josh. You have always given me a sense of purpose. From teaching me how to ice skate to being by my side through the passing of my father.”

Your voice began to quiver so you took a moment to breathe. The sun was lower and the glow of the horizon line left a streak of an orange hue directly crossing over Josh's eyes. You anchored yourself within those golden eyes.

“There are so many reasons that you have always been the one. From your dedication with the children at youth group, your love and admiration towards me, the never ending back rubs I receive after briefly mentioning I had a bad day.” 

You tossed the card behind you, deciding that you were too in the moment to read from a cue. 

“As I look at you now, with the last drops of sunshine across your face I’m reminded of the sunlight you bring to this relationship; the nonstop smiles, the goofy jokes. You are the reason my days remain bright. You are the reason that storm clouds that may try to take over my mood are washed away. You are my everything, Josh. So I promise. I promise to stay by your side and I promise that whatever storm life throws at us, we will tackle together. As long as I get to see the sun on the other side of the cloud, it’s all worth it.”

Kelly had to clear his throat after your words as he choked back his tears. “And Josh, now is the time for your vows.” He watched as his son anchored himself with a deep breath.

“Y/n, my love. I can’t believe we’re finally here. When we were younger, our parents used to joke about us getting married… and we would both just freak out and insist that the other has cooties and we would never get married-” a small chuckle came not only from you and Josh, but from everyone that knew how the two of you were when you were younger. “-but I think even then, some part of me knew that something about you was different to me than any other girl I knew. So I guess our parents were right, and though it took us sixteen years to finally do something about those feelings we both seemed to be hiding from each other, I wouldn’t trade a second of our time together.”

He stopped for a second, taking a deep breath and smiling at you as he wiped a tear from his cheek. “We have watched each other grow and mature, and we have loved each other for so long. I cannot wait to live the rest of this life by your side, through whatever may happen. I love you, angel. Forever.”

Kelly wiped the tear from his eyelashes and gave a soft sniffle while readjusting the microphone.  “From the earliest times, the circle has been a symbol of completeness, a symbol of committed love. An unbroken and never-ending circle symbolizes a commitment of love that is also never-ending. This ring should be a reminder of the commitment to love each other that you have made today. Repeat after me. I, Y/N , give you Josh, this ring as a symbol of my commitment to love, honor, and respect you.” You did as he was asked, taking the ring into your fingers with shaky hands to cautiously slide it upon Josh’s finger. Josh repeated your actions, sliding your ring onto your finger and you couldn’t stop staring at the way it glistened under the last few rays of sunlight. 

“And now. After all this time and anticipation… I now pronounce you man and wife. Son, you may now kiss your bride.” 

Time stopped as you and Josh looked at each other. Finally, after all the years pining for each other, after all of the good times, and the bad. You were standing across from the love of your love, your husband. 

Just as quickly as times seemed to halt, it came rushing back, the feeling of Josh’s hands holding either side of your face pulled you back to reality as his lips brushed against your own. Your eyes were locked on his, wide smiles plastered on both of your faces. “I love you, angel.”

“I love you, Josh.” Your lips met, for the first time as husband and wife, and everyone erupted in cheers. 

Suddenly everything felt like it was in fast forward as you and Josh were whisked off to sign the marriage license, followed closely by Kelly and Jake to sign as your officiant and witness. 

The night was off to a great start as the guests found their place at the reception. After many photos were taken of the wedding party, one by one you walked out to find your spot at the table. Food was served and everyone began chatting, though your thoughts remained mesmerized by the wedding band wrapped around your finger. 

At your silence, Josh’s hand found a place upon your thigh, and he gave it a soft squeeze, as if asking if you were okay. You were better than okay. It was when he looked up at the cheesy grin stamped to your face, that he realized you were in awe of this moment in time. 

You weren’t entirely sure how much time had passed by when your mother stood with her glass in hand, tapping it softly to try and get everyone’s attention, her eyes locked onto Jake’s and she shook her head no when he brought his fingers up towards his lips. When the second clink of the glass still didn’t harbor the attention she desired, Jake took it upon himself to rip out a long whistle that cut through the noise. 

“Thank you, Jacob.” Your mom began, earning a playful wink in return. “I have never been one for standing up in crowds or giving speeches so bear with me. Although we all knew that eventually we would be in this moment, Josh wanted to make it special.” You looked over to him, but his eyes were growing teary and you weren’t quite sure as to why.

“Before Josh had even asked you to marry him, he texted me. Asking if it was okay if he came over to talk. I should have known right then and there why he would want to come over by himself but I was oblivious. Your Dad was just as confused. Now, I don’t normally invade privacy but I have something I think all of you will enjoy…”

Your mother reached over to grab a small black remote and fumbled around with the buttons for a while until a white screen slowly dropped down on the wall just across from you. She fumbled with the buttons some more and eventually the screen lit up with the image of a door slightly ajar. She hit play.

“Now Josh, I can only think of a few good reasons as to why you would drag me into my own office to speak with me. You’re the pastor's son, so I hope you’re not asking me to bail you out of anything.” There was a familiar and warm laugh that followed his playful words.

Your dad’s voice slipped its way through the crack in the door and your mother inched the phone forward to face the camera on them. Your father was leaning up against his desk. Josh stood with his back turned to the door, his hands anxiously fumbling behind his back. “No, no. Nothing bad.” 

“Then you have me stumped.” There was a pause and your father raised his hand to gently place it upon Josh’s shoulder. “Whatever you have to say, just say it without hesitation.”

You watched Josh take in a deep breath, his whole spine stretching to accommodate his expanding lungs. “Well… Would you- I was wondering if I could-” Josh was clearly struggling to form a coherent sentence, earning a hearty chuckle from your father.

“Did I not say without hesitation?”

“No sir, you did.”

“Since when was I sir, that seems so formal.”

“Sorry , Mr. Y/l/n.”

“I’m Mr. Y/l/n now, this must be one hell of a question you’re about to ask.”

“Well I-” Josh took one more deep breath before finally blurting out his question, only to be interrupted halfway through it.

“Yes, Josh. You have my blessing to marry my daughter.” The smile on your fathers face brought equal parts joy and sorrow as you watched him beaming at Josh, laughing at his clearly amusing expression as he pieced together that your father had known the entire time what he was going to ask.

Even from the crack in the door, you could see the crimson blush on the back of his neck, and when you turned to look at him beside you, his cheeks were flushed in that same warm color. Your hand found a place upon his thigh as you focused back upon the screen. 

“Are you sure?” Josh questioned in utter disbelief, expecting some sort of push back from him. He had rehearsed his long speech for hours in the mirror before he had even asked to come over to your childhood home. 

“Am I sure?” Your dad laughed before a wave of seriousness overcame him. “I couldn’t be more sure, son. If any man came in here asking for my daughter's hand in marriage that wasn’t you, I would not have the same answer I gave you. You have all the qualities that she deserves, and you’re one hell of a lucky man if she says yes.” 

“I am the luckiest man alive just to have her as my friend.” Josh replied, tucking his head downwards to hide the blush spreading across his cheeks from your father. 

From behind the phone you could hear your mother’s soft sniffle as she readjusted the camera to get a better view of them. 

“And that… That right there is why I wouldn’t want anyone else to be with her.” Your father gripped Josh’s shoulder and tugged him into an embrace. Your dad locked eyes with the camera and simply lifted up his thumb in approval of the snooping. 

You were certain that there wasn’t a dry eye in the building as the screen cut to black and you turned to Josh. You opened your mouth to say something, but you must’ve looked like a beached fish, gulping for air as tears streamed down your cheeks and words failed to arrive. Josh smiled, placing a hand on one of your cheeks to wipe the tears as his lips pressed against the other. 

When his lips parted from your tear soaked skin, you stood from your seat and walked over to where your mother was sitting. She looked back at you as you leaned down to wrap your arms around her. “I love you, mom.”

Her hands found your own, squeezing them gently as she leaned into your embrace. “I love you so much, sweetheart.”

After much conversation dinner had been served and devoured before you knew it. Once the plates were cleared from the table, Sam, the DJ for the night, leaned into the microphone to introduce the beginning of the dances. “Hope you two don’t mind having all eyes on you again, the first dance tonight is for the new Mr and Mrs Kiszka.” 

Josh pushed his chair out, standing and offering a hand for you to take. You placed your hand in his, lifting yourself from your chair and following as he led you towards the dance floor. The doors of the barn had been opened when everyone finished eating, revealing the beautifully lit outdoor area. Lanterns hung from the branches of surrounding trees, bathing the area in a soft light as Josh came to a halt and spun around to face you. 

His hands quickly found their spots, one twisting its hold on your own as the other gently wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. “Well, hello my dazzling bride.”

You swooned, losing your footing a bit as he began to lead your movements, earning a chuckle from him as he held you tighter to counter your little slip up. “Not quite used to that yet?”

You smiled, shaking your head. “I don’t think I will for a while… but I sure do love the sound of it coming from your lips.”

He leaned in, close enough that no one would be able to see his lips as they brushed the shell of your ear. “I’ll be sure to use it all the time now.”

Your smile turned up a bit more to one side. “All the time?”

His smirked matched your own as his head returned to its previous position and his eyes met your own. “Any chance I get.”

The song came to an end as the two of you swayed, and Sam’s voice came through the mic once again. “Sorry Josh, I’m afraid you’re gonna have to hand off Y/n, it’s time for the parents to have a dance with the lovely couple.”

The two of you stepped apart, watching as Kelly led Karen towards the two of you. He handed her to Josh before stepping towards you, holding a hand out for you, which you gladly took. 

You could tell that Josh had learned how to dance from his father, Kelly easily picking up a soft swaying motion with you as Sam began playing the next song. 

All he could talk about was how proud he was of you, and the person you had become. He talked of how proud your own father was of you. 

When the song came to an end, he placed a kiss upon your forehead and walked you back to your table. Josh and Karen were up next, Karen’s eyes already red with tears. They swayed and laughed together, Josh playfully dipped his mother half way through the song. 

Karen walked Josh back to his seat, sitting beside the two of you with a grin upon her face. Sam began the playlist he crafted, leaving everyone distracted amongst themselves. 

“I know with the apartment and the wedding, you guys have been tight on money.” Karen began, glancing over at Kelly. “And I firmly believe that everyone deserves a honeymoon.” 

Quizzically you turned towards Josh, surprised to see the same confusion on his face. “So. We have decided to let the two of you have the keys to the cabin for the week.” Kelly presented you with the single key, a small brown bear charm hung off of the key ring. 

“I… Thank you so much.” Josh placed the key within his suit pocket and nodded at his parents with a fat grin on his expression. 

You, Josh and his parents continued to talk amongst yourselves about what there was to do at the cabin, until the music grew slower and you could see Josh staring at you from the corner of your eye. “Care to have our second dance, my beautiful wife?” He smiled, standing from the chair to take your hand in his. 

He whisked you away to the floor, everyone making room for the two of you. Your head found a place against his warm chest and you focused on how his heart beat so steadily. Your whole left let you up to this exact moment, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 

Half way through the song there was a gentle tap on your shoulder, lazily you pulled yourself from Josh’s chest to be greeted with Jake. “Care if I steal her away?”

“Only if you promise to give her back.” Josh handed you off to his brother, his eyes scanning the room for who he would enjoy to finish his dance with. He landed upon your mother, lonely and longing at the table next to an empty reserved seat. 

“You look remarkable…” Jake began, his eyes resting upon the top of your head as you placed it right where it once rested on Josh. 

“I guess you clean up nice too.” You laughed, feeling his hand squeeze your side ever so softly. From a distance you watched as Josh crafted a smile upon your mothers face that you hadn’t seen since your father passed. 

“Can you promise me something?” Jake ran his hand through one of the soft curls in your hair, using his fingers to gently spread apart a small tangle. 

To feel his gentle touch relaxed you more than the alcohol had. “Hmm. Anything.” 

“If at any point, he doesn’t treat you with every ounce of respect you deserve. Tell me so I can kick his ass.” Jake's voice was so gentle, so delicately spoken that it made you feel safe.

 You leaned against his chest further. “You’ll be the first person I tell.” 

“I better be.” His lips delicately placed a kiss to the top of your head, his arms wrapping around you to pull you into a tighter embrace. The two of you swayed side to side just like that as the song slowly transitioned to a more upbeat one. 

He didn’t want to let you go, if anything he wanted that song to go on for forever. Though as the music changed he knew it was only time to release you from his arms. One single tear ran down his cheek as he kissed the top of your head one last time. “I love you, angel.” 

“I love you too, Jakey.” 

“I HAVE SHOTS!” Danny hollered, nearly kicking you and Jake over towards where the rest of the wedding party was dancing, his hands too full to politely escort you. Jake left your side to be by his girlfriends, planting a firm kiss on her cheek with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. 

“To love.” Danny began, as he passed around the shots he had accumulated on his tiny platter. “To friendship.” He held up his small glass and waited for everyone to follow. “And most importantly, to the honeymoon.” 

The teasing left you flustered, though you laughed alongside everyone else. Though you grimaced, the shot ran down smooth and in just a few seconds you gained some extra confidence. 

As the night moved along, more and more people migrated between the dance floor and the table. A short break was taken to cut the cake, and the drinks were flowing. 

Sam briefly let Danny take control of the booth so that he could have a dance with you. You weren’t sure you could really describe it as a dance, it was mostly just the two of you swaying back and forth while he told you stupid jokes. Only once he could see the tears in your eyes from laughter did he break off… and end up in a tipsy dance battle with Jake's girlfriend, Stevie 

You excused yourself to the side for a breather, finally taking a moment to people watch your own wedding. Jake and his girlfriend were making good use of the cameras that had been left for the guests to take pictures with. He had his arm slung across her shoulder, wide grins on each of their faces as they took candids of each guest they walked past. Jake seemed focused on getting the intimate details on film, as Stevie took polaroids of people in the midst of a joyful exchange. 

You hadn’t realized that someone had approached you until the subtle click of a camera broke you from your trance. Josh had his camera held to his face, watching for the realization to dawn on you, and only when you finally broke into a heart stopping, earth-shattering smile, the smile reserved specifically for him, did he press the shutter button again. He lowered the camera and closed the distance between you two. “Hello, my love. Taking a little break?”

You reached forward, wrapping your hands around his and drawing him even closer. “Yeah, after Sam and Stevie had their dance battle I needed a little breather.”

“I’m sure you did, I could hear you laughing all the way from outside the barn. I was a little offended to be honest.”

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled as your eyes traced the features of his face, the curl of his plump lips as he pouted just a little. “Why’s that?”

“I’ll tell ya, someone was playing music over the most wondrous sound in existence.” His faux pout lasted only milliseconds into his sentence, and by the time he had stopped talking, his lips were spread in a grin that was as cheesy as it was cocky.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile never faltered. “I’m fairly certain I snorted a few times.”

He leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “Exactly, it’s my favorite sound.”

“My snort?”

He lifted your hands, placing them over his shoulders before dropping his own to your waist. “And all the marvelous laughter that comes before and after it.”

Through everything his touch still allowed the butterflies to swarm your stomach. How lucky you were to get to live life in love with your best friend. “I hope you’re prepared to hear that laughter for a long time.” 

Josh flashed a smile, dipping down to  press his forehead on yours. “I would want nothing more than to hear that happiness for forever. Till death do us part.” 

Inside the barn, everyone began to retreat back to the Airbnb in order to get a safe night's rest with the alcohol running through their system. Though intoxicated, Sam had taken notice of the two of you alone outside and ensured that one last slow song would play before the end of the night. 

In the distance the intro to Sam’s song played delicately. Just loud enough where you could hear the lyrics. “I could stay awake, just to hear you breathin’. Watch you smile while you are sleeping…” 

“I love this song.” Your voice was just as soft against Josh’s chest as the two of you swayed side by side, the last crickets of the season chirped alongside you. There was a silence of comfort that washed over the two of you, no words were spoken as you both listened to the lyrics closely. 

“And then I kiss your eyes, and thank God we’re together. And I just want to stay with you in this moment forever.”

Though he meant for it to be playful, the way he softly kissed your eyelids while humming the song against them had you melting.

Overcome with emotions Josh couldn’t stop the first thought that came to his mind. “Let's leave tonight.” 

“Wait what? To the cabin?” You pulled away from him only slightly to get a good view of his face. The song faded out, leaving you and him alone with just the soft chirping of insects. “It’s only a few hours from here, we could get there before morning if we leave now. I just, I want nothing more than to be completely alone with you, right now.”

“Okay, but let's at least leave a note.” A subtle squeal ended your sentence and you jumped a few times at how spontaneous all of this was. Josh got lost in admiring your excitement, a dorky grin overtaking his cheeks as he stared at you with glazed over eyes. 

The two of you quietly snuck through the side door to find a pen and paper before tiptoeing to your room to pack. Josh paced around the room, collecting all of your belongings as you wrote a note for your family and friends to read in the morning. “You don’t think anyone will be mad about this do you?”

You jumped a bit when a pair of hands suddenly landed on your shoulders and Josh’s breath tickled the side of your neck. “No one will care, it’s our wedding, angel. It’s our honeymoon.”

Once your bags were all packed and ready to go, the two of you decided to pack some snacks for the road. The two of you made your way to the kitchen, coming to a startled stop when your eyes landed on Jake as he leaned up against the fridge with Stevie sitting on the counter next to him, handing him a cupcake. “Well fuck.” She groaned, pulling a five dollar bill from her pocket to hand to Jake. “How did you know?”

“It’s just a twin thing.” Jake smirked as he looked at Stevie, a look that was quickly soiled as she smushed another cupcake into his face, smearing the icing over his nose and mouth.

Jake groaned, reaching for a paper towel to wipe the icing off of his face. He threw out the paper towel once he felt his face was clean enough, catching his twin's eyes with his own and nodding to a bag on the island. “I packed your favorites. Text me when you get there.”

Hugs were passed along between all of you as you said your goodbyes before sneaking back out of the house to pile everything into your vehicle. 

You felt one of his warm arms sliding underneath your thighs, the other reaching behind your back. You were still mildly distracted with the view until you felt your ass lift from the seat about an inch before it fell back towards the cushion. “Wrap your arms around my neck, angel.” He insisted. 

Doing as he asked made it easier for him to lift you up and out of the car with only a few grunts as he rearranged you in his arms. The keys, still in his suit pocket, were soon being fumbled around in his hand as he tried his best to hold you up and steady his hand by the lock. 

“Give it to me.” You reached your hand out to grab the little bear charm between your fingers before effortlessly unlocking the door. “You know, you could have just picked me up after you unlocked the door.” 

“Hey. I think I’m doing a damn good job, thank you very much.” He spoke through a shit eating smirk as he kicked the door open. Josh tried to take the first steps through the doorway as a married couple, but didn’t quite calculate the size of the entrance. There was a soft thunk of your head hitting the door frame that grabbed his attention. “Oh shit, are you okay?”

It was your belly roll of a laugh that answered his question, and he couldn’t stop his own chuckles from erupting as he just stood and observed you radiate happiness in his arms. “God, I should have packed a helmet apparently.” 

He let you slide from his grasp, giving a light smack to your ass as he turned to walk back out to the car to grab your luggage. You turned and watched as he scurried off, giggling to himself. 

With luggage in both hands he stopped in his tracks at the entryway to the bedroom to admire you as you reached behind to carefully slip from your dress. It was the subtle creek of Josh shifting his weight that had you looking up at him through your eyelashes. 

“I'm going to go unpack my things in the bathroom.” Your voice was smooth and lacked the playful ambiance that Josh had left you with. “Don’t wait up.” 

The dress slipped down your body and onto the floor. Cautiously, you stepped out of the circle of fabric and took your bag in the bathroom with you. The oak door clicked shut behind you, and you frantically sat your belongings on the sink to rummage through the multitude of items. 

On the opposite side of the door, Josh was excitedly looking for all of the candles to place them upon every inch of the room. Striving for perfection he took his time on the placement, scooting some candles closer to others to get a romantic glow of light upon the bed. It illuminated a vase of roses, a tiny white card with his mothers handwriting stuck out above the flowers. 

He pulled the card from the bouquet, reading it over as he plucked a rose from the vase. 

A symbol of the beautiful love the two of you share. We hope your honeymoon is as special as the two of you deserve, we love you so much.

Mom and Dad

Josh placed the card on the dresser, leaving it tucked beside the vase as he pulled a couple more roses from the bouquet. He could hear the sound of the shower running from the other side of the bathroom door, and he took a moment to simply stand in his spot, listening as you softly began to hum a song to yourself as you cleansed your skin of the day. 

It didn’t feel like you had been in the shower long when you counted yourself as sufficiently cleansed and reached down to shut the water off. You took your time to dry and moisturize your body before wrapping your hair in a towel and opening your makeup bag to collect your skincare items. You could hear what sounded like Josh pacing around the bedroom as you rinsed your face of cleanser, and you continued to listen to the soft pitter patter of his socks on the hardwood as you massaged the serums and moisturizer into your skin, step by step. 

He had stopped a few times, once in front of his open suitcase to shed his suit jacket and tie. The second time was when he stepped outside for a breather, and the third was when he stopped at the side of the king size bed, welcoming the mental images his brain was conjuring up of everything he was planning on doing with you when he finally had you in his arms.

Josh was lost in his own little world, making it exceptionally easy for you to sneak out of the bathroom and tiptoe your way toward him. You felt his muscles tense up momentarily as your arms slid around him, but he quickly relaxed. Your fingers travelled the length of his torso, running along the buttons of his dress shirt until you reached the first open button.

His hands were quickly over your own, pulling them only far enough away for him to turn around, his eyes immediately taking note of your new attire. You raised your eyebrows at him as you placed your hands against his shirt once again, silently awaiting his approval. His lips curled into a smirk as he nodded at you, looking down as you began slowly undoing each button. 

Now that his hands were free they were tracing down your silk robe as white as snow. They fumbled a bit unknotting the tie, but as soon as the loose ends were dangling downwards he was left mesmerized by your set hiding beneath the silk. Your bra was sheer white, as a fresh layer of snow would allow the ground to peek through from below, it allowed your breasts to shine through. His fingers danced upon the embroidered thread as delicately as he could. 

His eyes explored lower and once he arrived at your navel his fingers traced the edge of your matching garter belt. He was oblivious that his whole chest was now exposed as you popped open the last button. “All of this…” His fingers softly dug into your hips as he got lost in admiration. “For me?” 

Your fingers dipped beneath the band of his slacks, pushing him back as you stepped forward, leading him closer to the bed until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. “All for you, Josh, always.”

His eyes lifted to your own, and the two of you stood in a comfortable silence, simply breathing in the moment as the candles all around you bathed the two of you in a soft glow. One of his hands trailed from its spot on your hip to your face, gently running his thumb across your cheek. “I love you.”

He felt the weight of your head resting into his palm as a soft sigh fell from your lips. “I love you too, Josh.”

Josh leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours for only a moment before closing the distance. It was slow, patient even, as he slotted his lips with your own. You could feel his fingers twitch slightly before the grip of his hand tightened a bit, pulling you impossibly closer as he moved to sit on the bed. There was no part of you that wanted to part from him, your bodies moving in harmony as he drew you in to sit on his lap.  

The hand he had on your jaw kept your face close to his as your hands explored his bare chest, travelling once again to the waistband of his pants, pulling his shirt from its tucked position in his slacks. The feeling of his fingers pressing into your thigh, veiled only by the thin mesh of your stockings, was fogging up your brain already.

His hands traveled down your bare thigh and used the curve of your knee to pull your legs further apart and lower you down upon his lap, just enough for there to be a touch of that heavenly friction he craved. There was a delightful hum of approval that snuck past your parted, glistening lips that only egged Josh on further. So cautiously, he slid his hand back up your thigh to hold your hips in place as he pulled your body down to grind slowly against the cloth separating you from his erection. 

He knew you could feel the embroidery pressing against your core, his eyes locked onto every single movement he made. So with that in mind, he pulled you down once more for another slow and drawn out ride upon his lap. Your once regulated breath turned into soft huffs of air as the warmth encapsulated your core. Every part of your body was burning for him, your husband, the man that you would forever have the pleasure of pleasuring. 

Unable to stop yourself, your hand upon his chest laid him back against the smooth comforter, and you left his lap only to slowly shimmy his pants and boxers down and off of his legs. With the barrier gone, you repositioned yourself upon his lap, feeling as his erection landed flawlessly between his stomach and your lace covered, glistening cunt. 

Leaning forward you took your time leaving a trail of kisses up his goose bumped chest until you found the heartbeat along the curve of his neck. Your lips lingered there for a while to appreciate the rhythm of his rapid pulse. You pulled your hips forward to drag up against his erection, earning a firm whimper of approval from Joshua.

You savored the hitching of his breath as you dragged your hips over him for a while, a silent challenge to see which one of you would make a move for more first. It seemed as though you had held out just long enough, feeling Josh’s hands reach for you to slow your movements to a stop. You lifted your head from where it was resting, giving him a curious look as he laid beneath you, staring up at you in lust filled bliss already. 

His fingers gently tapped the back of your thighs, and you raised an eyebrow at him. “Words, Josh. I wanna hear your beautiful voice, baby.”

His lips curled into a smirk as he gently swatted your thigh. “That’s my line, angel.”

You appeased him, shuffling forward just the slightest bit before stopping again. He playfully rolled his eyes, digging the tops of his fingers into your thighs a little harder, dragging you forward. “Let me taste you, baby. No need to tease.”

You melted into his grasp, allowing him to pull you higher and higher until your knees were on either side of his face. His arms remained wrapped around your thighs as he lifted his head just enough to press a chaste kiss against the arousal soaked mesh of your panties.

You could feel his tongue playfully licking at your panties but you wanted to see it. You wanted to watch every second that he pleasured you. So, you took it upon yourself to press your arms backwards, hands holding his thighs to keep you in place. Now, as you looked down the slope of your stomach you just saw his golden brown eyes, illuminated by candlelight, staring directly back into yours. 

Maintaining eye contact, Josh brought his fingers up to gently pull the fabric barrier to the side and though he had seen you like this before he took a moment to truly appreciate you. Craving more, you interrupted his admiration by pushing your hips downward ever so slightly just to snap him back into reality. 

“Desperate are we?” Josh hummed out, only millimeters away from where you needed his lips to be. 

You squirmed in anticipation. “Please, Josh.” The whine was so needy, so pitiful that Josh sympathized with you and let his tongue glide upwards upon your slit, all the while maintaining eye contact. 

Watching you, with your fucked out expression as he lapped against your core only encouraged him more. He looped an arm under and around your thighs to pull you in closer, nearly suffocating himself in the process as he sucked and licked every inch of your throbbing clit. He felt each and every time your thighs twitched against his cheeks. Every now and then he’d let his head fall to the side to catch a quick breath, but it didn’t last for long before he was back to devouring you. His wife. 

He didn’t stop when he felt your stomach tense. He didn’t stop when he watched your head fall backwards. Instead he continued at a rhythmic pace. A string of melodic moans echoed around the dimly lit room, and as you clenched your legs against his cheeks you could feel the moisture cascading from your cunt and against his face. Breathy, spaced out huffs slowly regulated your heartbeat and brought you back to earth. 

“You’re so damn delicious, angel.” Josh licked his lips, gently releasing his grip upon you to scoot you back down enough where he could lean up and wipe away the reflective liquids from his nose and chin. 

It took you a few minutes to fully catch your breath, but it was worth it when you slid from your spot on his lap, and continued down until your knees landed on the soft rug. You watched as he lifted himself to lean forward, his lips parted as he stared down at you on your knees for him, your hands slowly inching up his thighs. 

He sat, mesmerized as he watched the way your fingers danced along his skin, getting closer and closer to where he desperately needed you. The sound of a soft hum coming from you broke his trance, and his eyes lifted to see your own looked back at him as you leaned forward, ghosting your lips over the length of his cock. “You’re so pretty, Josh.”

His chuckle was breathy as he reached down to take your chin between his fingers. “My sweet girl, you’re on your knees for me, and you’re calling me pretty?”

You took advantage of his focus on your face as you nodded softly. “Mhm.” Your hand inched forward, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock. “Prettiest man in existence I think.”

His head fell back as you gently tightened your grip on him, running your hand up his length, followed closely by a pleased hum as your lips followed in close behind, peppering kissing until your hand reached the tip of his cock. Your thumb rolled over the head, collecting the beads of precum that had been leaking out as you teased him. 

“Fuck, Y/n- need your mouth, angel- please.”

You rolled your hand back down to the base, giving it a light squeeze as you stuck your tongue out and dragged it along the length of his cock. The sound of a shuddered groan slipping between his lips only fed your desire, and you responded by wrapping your lips around him and sucking. The action made him gasp, followed closely by a collection of profanities. “Fuck, Y/n- I’m not gonna last long if you keep teasing me like this, babe.”

You pulled your mouth off of him, leaning your head against his thigh as you began lazily stroking his cock with your hand. “We’ve been waiting weeks for this, Josh. You think we’re going to stop after we’ve had a taste?”

His head fell forward, his curls bouncing as he shook his head. “God no.”

You hummed before returning your mouth to his cock. You could feel every small twitch, every jolt of his hips as he tried to chase the pleasure you were inflicting. You knew he was close, you watched as his head lulled back, his eyes closed as he panted. 

The smile on your face was inevitable as you listened to the disapproving groan that came from Josh when you released his cock from between your lips. You continued to use your hand on him as his head rolled back to face you, his eyes remaining closed. “Joshua, baby. Look at me.”

His eyes opened slowly, fluttering closed briefly when he saw the way you were looking up at him through your eyelashes, a much too innocent look on your face for the situation. “Open your eyes, baby. Don’t you wanna see how pretty your wife looks with your cum on her tits.”

You chuckled at how quickly Josh’s eyes shot open, his lips parted as he looked at you in mild disbelief at your vulgar words. He didn’t last long after that, succumbing to the pleasure, and watching as hot ropes of cum painted the skin of your chest. Your gaze followed his, landing on the small trails of his semen as they rolled down your chest. It was a mindless action as Josh reached forward, running his thumb over your skin to collect his own arousal before lifting it to tap over your bottom lip, a silent instruction. Your lips parted with no resistance, welcoming the weight of his thumb on your tongue. 

Watching you, with his thumb in your mouth your lips wrapped around the base of it to ensure no drop went to waste, had him needing your more. He may have just came but his cock was pleading to feel more of you, all of you. Impatiently he pulled you up and over, laying you beside himself on your back. 

Stunned, you sat still and watched as he stood and positioned himself between your legs. “You don’t need a moment?” You teased, impressed with his stamina. 

“Fuck waiting.” The head of his cock slipped effortlessly between your soaked folds, pushing deeper into you without warning. Your widened eyes encouraged him further, he slowly pushed deeper until he couldn’t physically go any further. “Just wanna feel you.” 

Josh arched his back upwards ever so slightly to angle his pelvis deliciously against your clit. Instead of pulling out to get a thrust in, he simply rocked his hips in a way that shifted his pelvis, rolling it against your sensitive nub. It was intimate and slow, and while you were desperate for him the intimacy was fulfilling. 

His hands were beside your breasts, arms straight up to hold his body above yours. With his hips continuing to rock against you, you could already feel that familiar sensation building up in your stomach. Your eyes caught the way his arms quivered, elbows locked as he fought to keep himself composed. With a gentle touch, you ran a hand along his arm, the other lifting to brush over his cheek. “Take a breath, Josh, come back to me.”

You watched as he visibly relaxed, pushing the position of his arms and lowering himself so that his chest was just millimeters from your own, his face coming to rest in the curve of your neck. “Love you so much, Y/n- fuck, you’re perfect.”

You wrapped a leg around his, fully embracing the moment in its entirety. Josh’s warm yet minty breath huffed directly against your neck between his lazy kisses. “I love you too Josh. Always.” Your words were reciprocated with one strong thrust from Josh before he returned back to his original pace. 

He was lost in the moment, huffing and panting against your neck. Lost in the love he had for you. God, you’re my wife. You’re mine. He would say between breaths. I fucking love you, I love you so much angel. The pure admiration and lust swirling in his words was inching you closer to your release, so you leaned downwards to place your ear almost directly against his lips. 

“Keep going.” You murmured, though it was quiet he heard you loud and clear. 

“I love you. Everything about you. I love how good your pussy feels, and the fact it’s all mine. Fuck, you’re all mine, forever.” He was lost in his own train of words, but the grumping against your lips had your thighs clenching around Josh’s hips. Every thrust combined with the vibrations of his voice brought you closer until you could finally feel it snap in your stomach. Your head flew backwards, neck outstretched for his viewing pleasure. 

You let out a string of moans as your back arched against him, pushing him off the bed slightly as you squirmed from the consistent rounds of lighting coursing through your veins. When you came to, your body relaxed completely underneath him. “Fuck.” You huffed out, still trying to steady your breath. 

“My wife is so sexy.”

His lips found the sweat dampened skin of your chest as your breathing slowly regulated, and your fingers quickly found their way into his hair, winding themselves into the shaggy curls. “I could say the same about my husband.”

Your pussy fluttered at the overstimulation as you felt him rock against you again, lifting himself until his lips were hovering over your own, a cocky smile plastered on his face. “Oh yeah?”

You tried to close the distance, but he pulled back, clicking his tongue at you. “Tell me about it, angel. Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a whine that sounded a touch more desperate than you were intending as you arched your back to press yourself against him. He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “You still want more, angel? If you want it, all you have to do is ask.”

Your leg tightened around his hip, providing even the slightest friction of his cock, still buried inside of you. “I want it all, Josh. Need you to fill me up, baby.”

You groaned in disappointment as he slowly pulled out of you, standing up straight and taking a moment to simply take in the vision of you laid out on the bed for him. He got back onto the bed, leaning against the headboard and turning to see you watching his every move. “Come here, angel.”

You had no desire to argue, crawling your way into his lap. One of his hands quickly found your hip, holding you above him just enough for the other hand to tease the head of his cock through your folds. Your head fell to his shoulder when it brushed over your overstimulated clit, earning a low hum from deep within Josh’s chest. “Is my girl feeling sensitive?”

You nodded against the skin of his shoulder, too overwhelmed for words. He ran the tip across your clit again, smirking at the way your hips flinched away from the contact. “Do we need to take a little break?” 

When your response was to simply shake your head, his fingers wound into the hair at the base of your skull, drawing you gently away from his shoulder to look him in the eye. “Words, Y/n. Need you to tell me if we need to stop.”

Your lips parted, and though it took a few deep breaths before you could, you eventually managed to croak out, “Don’t stop. Need you inside me, Josh.”

The fingers he had in your hair traced along your jawline, his thumb eventually resting against your lip. “I want to hear all those pretty little noises you make, angel. No one else is here, there's no need to be quiet.”

Your lips parted in a breathless moan as he lined himself up and slowly lowered you onto his cock. Though he was the one teasing and inching his way inside of you, you watched as his jaw dropped at the way you perfectly encapsulated his dick. He cussed out through clench teeth as you teasingly clenched around his length. 

Leaning forward, you pressed your head into the crook of his neck and lifted your hips away from him, slowly arching your back downwards to lower yourself slowly back down the length of his cock. You repeated this motion, fueled by the grunts and whimpers that slipped from Josh’s swollen lips. 

He rested his hands upon your hips, aiding in your rocking motion to push you down and roll his hips inside of you in a way that allowed for every single inch of his length to feel the inside of your warmth. A steady rhythm was introduced, and eventually the overstimulation grew uncontrollable and it took every ounce of concentration to keep your motions steady.

Josh wasn’t ignorant to this, if anything he wanted to help you more. The hold on your hips got a bit firmer as he now lifted you a few inches upwards, and from below began to fuck you. The sounds alone were delightfully sinful. Your whimpers grew sporadic and you desperately reached down to grab hold of his shoulder to help steady yourself. The sensitivity was overbearing but in a way that left you craving more. 

“Want you to cum again…” Josh breathed out, focused on not skipping a beat. “Want to spoil you…” You could tell by the short, cut up, sentences that he himself was on the edge of his release once more. His fucked out gravely voice left your neck stretching backwards.

“Josh, together? Please?” He asked you to use your words and that was exactly what you did. He seemed to appreciate it though, as his jaw hung open to allow a groan to slip past his tongue. 

“I’m almost there, baby.” His thighs tensed up below you, and you took back control of the situation. The two of you got lost in the sensation. Eventually your foreheads were pressed against one another, a few lazy kisses were shared. It was the warmth of his release inside of you that had you spiraling above him. The two of you whimpered and moaned in unison crafting a wonderful harmony. Solidifying your relationship more than it already had the day before. You wanted nothing more to live in this balance of love and lust for just a while longer, but your body grew weak. 

Josh pushed through one last thrust and the motion of his hips sent you falling forwards against his chest.

“Josh… There’s a washing machine here…” You turned your head to the side to try and make eye contact. “Right?”

“I think at the rate we’re going… We’re just going to have to buy new sheets.”

“Are you serious? Like, actually, one hundred percent serious?”

You giggled at the shocked look on Josh’s face as you looked at him from beneath the blankets. He was on the way to the bathroom, still groggy from his slumber as he trudged into the en-suite when you casually made a suggestion that stopped him in his tracks. “Yes, Josh. I am one hundred percent serious.”

The speed in which he spun around and ran into the bathroom. He left the door open for you to watch as he riffled through your drawers. You could see the way he lit up when he found it, turning to you with a triumphant grin before stepping on the little pedal of the trashcan and dropping your last package of birth control into the bin.

Josh spent the next couple weeks collecting as much information as he could on pregnancy, and everything you could possibly need to assist with conception. You were just enjoying the baby making process. Every possible moment he could be between your legs, he took, clearly eager and excited about the prospect of getting his wife pregnant.

The arrival of your last period slowed the two of you down a bit. When you woke up alone, you were undoubtedly disappointed, you slid from beneath the covers to go find him, pulling on your slippers and shuffling out of your bedroom. You had no luck, instead finding a note on the kitchen counter to inform you that he had gone to get groceries, and would be back soon. 

You huffed, turning and opening the fridge to look for something to eat, staring into it for a few minutes before the sound of the door unlocking captured your attention. You moved to meet him at the door as it swung open, a wide grin on your face as your eyes landed on Josh with an armful of grocery bags. You reached forward, taking a couple of the bags from him as he entered the apartment. The two of you made your way to the kitchen, comfortably quiet as you unloaded the groceries. 

Josh placed the bags in his arms onto the counter before turning to watch as you stood across the kitchen from him, wearing one of his old tee shirts and a pair of panties as you pulled items from one of the bags and separated them so that you could put them away quickly. He abandoned his own bags after getting any frozen or refrigerated item stored away, opting instead to wrap his arms around your waist and press a kiss to your temple. “So my app says that today is your most fertile day.”

You spun within his grasp, turning to him with a mildly confused painted on your features. “You have an app?”

His grip on you tightened, pulling you close enough for his lips to brush against your own. “Of course I do, I just wanna make my angel a momma.”

Your lips broke into a smile, and you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “I know you do, my love. You’ve been showing up to my work with special juice everyday.”

Josh threw his head back with a hearty chuckle. “Well, yeah. They have vitamins in them to help your body get ready to grow a human.”

You leaned forward, littering a few kisses over the expanse of his throat. “You know what I really need right now?”

Josh’s head lifted to look at you, his eyes quickly catching the way yours had darkened. “What is it baby? I’ll get you anything you want, just give me a list.”

Your smile dropped to a smirk as you brushed your lips against his once again. “You.”

You were swept off of your feet within seconds, being speed walked towards your bedroom. His enthusiasm had you giggling the entire way to the bedroom, but quickly stopped when he tossed you onto the bed and tore his shirt over his head. He watched as you readjusted to lay against your pillows, and you watched with bated breath as he untied the drawstring of his sweatpants and pushed them and his boxers down his legs. He kicked the clothing to the side before crawling onto the bed. 

“I think instead of making me drink those juices… I should just call off work for the week and do this the entire time…” Josh moved to be on top of you, his knees pushing your legs to the side though he didn’t have to do much work. 

“Oh? Is that so?” He hummed, leaning down to delicately nip at your collarbone, ensuring that the soft pink blood spots rose to the surface. “You don’t think you’d get tired of it?” His kisses lowered until his teeth were grazing across your nipple. 

You sucked in a deep breath at the sensation before retaliating. “Joshua. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of your cock.” 

The vulgarity of your language had Josh glancing upwards at you, his jaw dropped into a smirk. “Is that so? You want my dick inside that pretty pussy of yours?” He gently bit down on your nipple, but with enough force to produce a gasp of surprise from you.

You reached down to grab hold of the back of his head and pulled him up so his face was aligned with yours. “I want you to follow through with your words and put a baby in me, Joshua.” 

There was no rebuttal, no protest, as Josh slammed his lips upon yours as if he were touch starved. As if he had gone years without a meal and you were offering him a buffet. There was a quiet, yet noticeable, grunt that echoed in his throat as you gently dug your nails into the skin of his neck. 

His hand snaked up your side and approached your throat, grasping the sides of it firmly to grab your attention and control of the situation. “If you want me to make you a mother, a mother is what you’ll be.” Typically, he would be an advocate for foreplay, but he could already see how glistening your core was as it anticipated him. 

So instead, he lined up his throbbing cock with your entrance, playfully using his free hand to glide the head up and down your slit to help spread around your arousal. It wasn’t a difficult task as there was plenty to go around. You squirmed below him, desperate to feel every single inch pushing against your walls. 

“Josh… Come on.” You whined, earning a shit eating grin from Josh as he softly tapped your clit with the head. 

“Beg for it. I want to hear that pretty mouth of yours begging for it.” The grip he had on your throat tightened ever so softly and his attention once again landed upon clit as he teased it so mercilessly. 

“Fuck Josh, please. I need you. I need you so bad, baby. Please just fill me up.” You bucked your hips upwards at an attempt for him to accidentally slide inside of you, and to your surprise it actually worked this time.

“So impatient. So fucking spoiled. I’ve treated you so damn good you think you can just take what you want?” He laughed softly as he leaned down to press his nose against yours. “You can have anything you want, baby, but on my terms.”

Though he wanted to continue the teasing, he knew you were all too needy for him and in return he succumbed to your begging and gave you exactly what you desired. Without warning, he let every single inch slip its way inside of you, smirking as you gasped. “Is that not what you’ve wanted this whole time?” He teased.

“Fuck Josh. It is. Keep going, please.” Again, he did as you wished and began a flawless rhythm as his dick repeatedly slammed inside of you. He was desperate for what he wanted and let that desperation fuel him. He wanted nothing more than to be a father. To be the person that stood alongside you as you brought another human into this world. Fuck, he was going to get to that point one way or another.

He released the grip upon your throat to fall forward and place his elbows alongside your head. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear. “I’m going to fill up every single bit of that gorgeous cunt until you’re the mother of my child, do you understand that?” 

Just hearing the rasp in his voice as he talked you through his plans for the night had you squirming below him in sensory overload. “I understand. That’s exactly what I want Josh. Please.”

“God you’re such a good girl. How did I get so lucky?” A few good thrusts later and he was pulling away from you. He pulled out, and with a tap of your hip you knew exactly what he wanted and willingly rolled over to be on your hands and knees, or more so your face and knees. Your ass was up in the air and ready for him and he couldn’t control himself when his hand came down to smack upon it. The pain rippled through your body, but it was desirable. 

You felt him ease into you this time, knowing that he was just staring down to admire the way it slipped inside. His pace picked back up and before you knew it his nails were digging crescent moon shaped indents within your hips. 

The repetitive sound of his hips slapping against your ass was music to your ears, while the constant flow of your moans was the music to his. His hands ran up your spine until he was able to grab a fist full of hair and use it as a set of reins to crank your head backwards. “I don’t wanna hear you muffled, angel. I want to hear those moans as loud as they come.” 

The tension on your head, the pain that was just now dying down from his smack to your ass, all of it added to the stimulation you felt from his mesmerizing motions. Quicker than you anticipated that all too familiar edge of your orgasm came to light. 

“Hmm I can tell you’re gonna cum for me.” Josh groaned. “I can always feel you clenching against my cock when it’s about to make you cum.” 

He was right, and soon your head was being pushed into the mattress as your body lurched forward with the rounds of sensation that amplified with every single motion of Josh’s hips. The near scream of your pleasure had Josh struggling to hold himself together, and nearly alongside you, the warmth of his finish filled you just as he promised. 

With heavy breaths, he remained stationary, pressing his hand firm upon your back to instruct you to hold still. “Now you’re going to sit just like that for five minutes. Got it?” 

You nodded your head in understanding. “Got it.” If anything you arched your back more, ensuring that after Josh slipped out of you none of it would spill outwards until it was time. 

“Actually, wait.” Your voice was a bit strained after your activities, but Josh stopped moving and raised an eyebrow at you. “Can I lay on my back with a pillow or something? This is gonna make my neck sore.”

Josh chuckled, his hands reaching for your hips to flip you onto your back, tucking a pillow beneath your hips and crossing your legs at the ankle before reaching for your phone and handing it to you. “Better?”

You beamed at him, taking your phone from between his fingers and letting your head fall back against the pillow. “Better. Thank you, my love.”

The next morning differed drastically. You woke up on your back, the feeling of Josh’s lips peppering kisses up the length of your throat rousing you from your slumber. “Good morning, my love.” Your voice was  laced with sleep as you began gently running your fingers through his curls.

He hummed, detaching from the spot on your neck that he had been kissing and nipping at for a while. “Good morning, angel.”

You could feel the slow roll of his hips against yours, the weight of his cock remaining as his hips stopped moving. You added a bit more pressure to your fingers as they ran along his scalp, earning a low groan, and another, more purposeful roll of his hips against your own. “What’s got you so worked up this morning, Josh?”

His head settled against the curve of your neck, and he pressed a long, warm kiss to the skin before responding. “I had a dream last night.”

“Oh yeah?” You hummed, letting your legs slowly pull apart, letting Josh's hips settle further against yours as he went back to kissing the spot on your neck. “Tell me about it.”

“You were pregnant. We had uh- we had just found out.” You hummed in response as he began to tell you about it, trailing a hand along the sheets next to you until you reached your hip, slipping it between your bodies. “And we got to do an ultrasound-”

His words trailed off to a groan as you wrapped your fingers around his cock. “How did I look pregnant?”

He chuckled a bit, strain evident in his voice as you slowly began to run your hand along his length. “Fucking beautiful.”

You smiled, moving to run the head of his cock through your folds, revealing to him just how wet you were. “Are you gonna put a baby in me, Josh?”

He nodded against your skin, jutting his hips into your hand as you continued to tease it through your arousal. “Wanna put a baby in you so bad, angel.”

You lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance and loosened your grasp on him. The moment your fingers left his skin he rocked forward, inching into you slowly. You readjusted beneath him, helping him to find a comfortable position for the two of you as he drew his hips back, and sinking back into you with a bit more enthusiasm. “So what was it like? Your dream.”

He giggled as he rocked his hips into yours. “Unreal, Y/n. If the real thing is anything like that dream, I can’t wait.” 

His hips fought to keep a steady rhythm, but you knew how Josh could get in the morning. Days where he was so needy and eager left him struggling to last long, but you loved them. His moans and whimpers were muffled as he kept his lips attached to your skin, but you heard them all, you loved every miniscule noise that left his lips in the haze of such pleasure. You ran your fingernails along the expanse of his back, clenching yourself around him. His hips stuttered as he finished, a deep groan falling from between his lips. You helped him through the come down, gently rubbing his back as he caught his breath. “I’m sorry, angel.”

You chuckled and tilted your head to press a kiss to his temple. “Why are you sorry, my love.”

“You didn’t finish.”

“It’s okay, Josh”

He looked up at you, offended by your words. “It absolutely is not okay.”

You giggled, an idea popping into your head as you spotted his hand on your waist. “You know.” You wrapped your hand around his, dragging it over your stomach to your navel. “There’s always something else you can use to get me there.”

His eyebrow lifted, and he quickly clued into what you were talking about. Both of you groaned at the loss of contact as Josh pulled out of you, but he got the satisfaction of watching your eyes flutter shut when he slid his fingers through the mixture of your arousal and his own. “You want my fingers, angel?”

You nodded, hoping it would be enough, and for once it was. Josh slid two of his fingers into you, curling them in just the way he knew you liked, watching in satisfaction as you arched into him, and listening as you repeated his name like a mantra.

The pace he set had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm faster than you expected. “Josh, I’m so close.”

His lips found the curve of your jaw, pressing a few lingering kisses there as he kept the pace, matching it as he rubbed small patterns over your clit. “Cum for me, angel. Look so pretty when you cum all over my fingers.”

Your orgasm flowed through you like a rolling tide, every muscle relaxing into the mattress below you. Josh slowed his fingers as he worked you through your release, pulling out once your breathing became more even. The two of you stayed laying like that for a while, tipping in and out of slumber in the comfort of each other's embrace. “Can we sleep for a bit longer?”

Josh’s arms tightened around you, and you could feel the rumble of his chest as he spoke. “Yes.”

You smiled, nuzzling a bit closer to him. “Good… but we need to remember to wash these sheets when we get out of bed.”

“I know that look, Josh, if you know why your brother was just as insistent about this dinner as we are, why won’t you just tell me?” Your legs were dangling off the counter as you watched Josh scramble around the kitchen, collecting all the ingredients he needed to start making dinner. 

“It’s just a feeling, babe. And if I told you, not only would it not be a surprise, if it’s not what I think it is, we’re both just going to be disappointed.” He added one last ingredient to his pile before turning to you and placing his hands against the counter, boxing you in. “Just be patient, angel. They’ll be here before you know it.”

To his credit, Josh was right about time going by quickly as the two of you prepared dinner, eventually realizing the time and shuffling away from the kitchen to get ready. You were applying makeup at the bathroom mirror when Josh came up from behind you, his hands looping around your stomach to pull you in closer. “You look absolutely stunning, angel.” He moved your hair away from your neck to softly kiss the exposed skin. 

“Is that so?” You leaned your head downwards, allowing him more room to kiss a line down your spine. 

“Radiant, even.” He stopped kissing you once his lips reached the edge of your shirt, and instead he removed his hands from your stomach and brought them up to dig his thumbs into your shoulders. Though you enjoyed the massage, a portion of you was prepared for his kisses to continue further, so you let out a huff of disappointment. “I can’t distract you for too long, they’ll be here in about half an hour.” 

“That’s plenty of time.” You protest, turning around to face him now, your hands reaching for his belt buckle. 

Josh’s smirk expanded across his cheeks as he reached down to grab your hand in his. “After dinner. I promise.” He admired the small pout that formed on your mouth because of his words, and pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. “I haven’t broken a promise yet, have I?”

“No.” Your tone was a tad desperate, wallowing in the loss of contact as he turned to put on deodorant. 

You walked up behind him, taking advantage of his raised arms to wrap your own around his waist. “I love you.”

You could feel the tumblr of his chest as he chuckled, lowering his arms to rest over yours. “I love you too.” 

The two of you managed to finish getting dressed as soon as Jake knocked on your front door. You almost jogged out to the living room to welcome them in, Josh following closely behind. Stevie greeted you first with a warm and welcoming embrace, Jake following behind for his bear hug that you had missed so much. 

The bottle of wine clinked against your back, and you curiously pulled away from the hug to take a look at what brand it was. “Hey you remembered!” You exclaimed, grabbing the Arrington Firefly Rosé from his hands.

“How could I forget? You and Josh drank the full bottle in one night.”  

You smiled at the memory, taking the wine with you to the kitchen as Josh led the two of them toward the dining table. When you walked back with three wine glasses in hand, Jake sent a curious glance in your direction. You placed the wine on the table as Josh went to gather the food, placing glasses in front of the others spots at the table, the glass of water you had been sipping on when they arrived still sitting in your spot. “No wine for you, Y/n?”

You lifted your glass, taking a sip before responding. “Maybe later. My stomach has not been a friend to me today, so I’ll have to see how dinner makes me feel.”

Jake lowered his suspicion but the squint in his eye was very much still apparent as he pulled the chair out for Stevie to sit. Josh happily brought over the stuffed shells, garlic bread and side salad that the two of you managed to make entirely from scratch.  

There was a roar of chatter as everyone took their first serving of food, the steam rolling off the ceramic plates carrying with it the most delightful scent of basil and tomato sauce. You were uncharacteristically silent, forking small bites into your mouth as you insisted on being more observant for once. 

As everyone joined you in eating, an awkward silence washed upon the table. You could tell that both Josh and Jake were biting their tongues as hard as physically possible to keep both of their secrets under locks.

That was, until they simply couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“We’re pregnant!”

“We’re engaged!”

The two of them spoke over one another in unison, almost so perfectly they couldn’t quite pick up every word that was said. You were positive it was simply due to them being twins that they both managed to understand one another perfectly.

Jake stood from the table, a finger pointed directly at you with the largest, toothy grin you’d ever see him wear. “I KNEW it” He slapped his hand down on the table with excitement. “I knew something was up when you said no to wine! You’ve forced me to get you wine between your drunk vomit sessions before. I should have been harder on you.”

You remained quiet, but your smile was as wide as physically possible as you watched Jake look between you and Josh with one of the most excited expressions you’ve ever seen on him. He ran around the table and pulled you from your chair, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and swaying the two of you side to side. “Go easy there Jake, I wasn’t lying when I said my stomach has not been kind to me.”

His movement stopped as quickly as they had started, and he gently placed you back on the floor, his hands remaining on you as he pulled back, his smile so wide that you were convinced his cheeks were going to start to cramp up. 

Jake knelt down, his hands moving to the front of your stomach. His face was blocked by his hair in such a way you couldn’t see the tears welling up in the corner of his eyes. “Hey little one.” He whispered, rubbing his thumb back and forth slowly against your stomach. “I’m your uncle. You’re going to be hearing my voice a lot, so just know. Never listen to Uncle Sammy.” 

“Already teaching our child the important life lessons.” Josh laughed along, looking over towards Stevie who was also tearing up. “And if I heard right, congratulations on you two! I don’t want us to have all the attention, you guys deserve a celebration.” 

Jake stood up and walked back over to Stevie, carefully pulling her hand up from the table to show off the ring he had purchased for her. “Look at this bad boy.”  

You walked over, taking her hand out of his and inspecting the ring on her finger. “It’s beautiful, really suits you I think. So how’d he do it? I mean, I know how much he had to prep just to ask you to move in with him so I can only imagine how nervous he must have been.”

Her face just lit up at the question, as you were the first person she officially got to tell the story to. “So… We all know Jake plays guitar. So one night he told me he wrote a song for me and of course I sat down to listen.” She reached over to grab his arm. “He began the song and half way through it he accidently dropped his pick on the ground, when he came back up from looking for it he was on one knee and he had magically found a ring instead of his guitar pick.”

Jake was blushed, fully reddened in the cheeks as she described the events in detail. “I was shaking horribly. I’m surprised I even got the ring on her finger when she said yes.”

The four of you chin chatted a bit more as you spoke about their engagement, finally settling enough to finish eating your dinner with the news out in the open. Stevie took a sip of her wine before turning to you. “So how far along are you?” 

You smiled, placing your fork on your plate and looking over to Stevie. “Doctor said around seven weeks, we just found out a few days ago.”

She smiled, everyone at the table clearly buzzing with more excitement than usual. “So you’re early days still, first trimester?”

You nodded, taking a sip of your water. “Yup. We’re keeping it kinda under wraps until the second trimester just to be safe, but Josh and I both knew he would explode if he wasn’t able to tell someone, especially Jake.”

Every single one of you stuffed your stomachs full of the homemade meal while conversing about the major life events that just got shared amongst yourselves. Jake and Josh were both leaning back in their chairs, giving their stomachs more room to expand. 

“I think it’s time we head out.” Jake stood from his seat, stretching upwards rather dramatically. Once again you felt his hand brush against your stomach. “Don’t get into too much trouble little one, but if you do Uncle Jakey will always bail you out of it.”

The sound of your front door opening alerted you to the arrival of Jake and Stevie as you prepped veggies in the kitchen. Josh was in the backyard getting the barbeque ready, and you weren’t sure where exactly your daughter was. You had left her on the couch, but she had taken after her father with her tendency to wander. The front door was closed, and you could hear the sound of them making their way to the kitchen when their footsteps came to a sudden stop and a shrill scream echoed through the halls. “UNCLE JAKEY!”

“CECE!” 

You smiled as Stevie walked into the kitchen. “That kid has one hell of a set of lungs.”

You chuckled and turned to face her. “Believe me, I know.”

The two of you stood across from each other chatting for a few minutes, waiting for one of your husbands to walk into the kitchen. Jake had gotten sucked into a conversation with Celeste in the hallway, and he wouldn’t dare cut it any shorter than she would go. Another trait she definitely got from Josh, she was very long winded, impressively so for a small human with such a limited vocabulary. “Why is aunty Stevie acting icky?”

Jake squatted down to be more level with her. “What do you mean, Cece?”

She looked back toward the kitchen before returning her gaze to her uncle. “Aunty Stevie looks like she’s gonna be sick.”

He chuckled as her nose crinkled up and she lightly shook her head. “Oh, she’ll be alright Cece, she’s just not feeling too good today.”

“Why?”

“It’s a secret, but she’ll be alright, I promise.”

He knew he was going to cave when her bottom lip jutted out, and her honey brown eyes widened. “But Uncle Jakey, you said you’d never keep secrets from me.”

He sighed, and pulled her closer.

You watched as Stevie fought to keep a straight face, the muscles in her jaw clenching. You knew the look, and as Jake and Celeste ran through the kitchen and out onto the patio. “Daddy daddy. Uncle Jakey told me I’m going to have a cousin.” She stopped in her tracks and tilted her head to the side a bit. “What’s a cousin?”

You were shocked by the words, whipping your head around to watch as your toddler pulled on Josh’s hand. The sound of Stevie gagging next to you quickly captured your attention, and you shuffled as fast as you could to the pantry to grab her a sleeve of saltines. 

In the midst of the chase Jake was taken to the ground by a small barbie doll dressed up for the ball. He rolled onto his back, looking up with innocent eyes at his twin brother. “Surprise!” He winced weakly, immediately looking over towards Celeste. 

She looked back at him with a straight face, still awaiting an answer to her question. “So- uh… what’s a cousin uncle Jakey?”

Jake looked up to his twin for assistance, and Josh offered a hand to help him off of the floor. Once he was standing, Jake stepped to the side, and Josh kneeled to look your daughter in the eye. “Aunty Stevie is going to have a baby.”

Her eyes lit up, the excitement flowing through her in an instant. “Like how mommy is gonna have a baby?”

Both of the twins chuckled at her enthusiasm, and Josh nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. Just like how mommy is gonna have a baby.”

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Welp, I missed day 28 of A.U.gust 2023 (the one day I was excited to do), but life/drama/the humidity that made me enemies with my hair lol kept me from it. But, since ill editing and reading for a bit, my brain wouldn't let me do that until I posted this one. I want to thank @gallavichthings for hosting A.U.gust once again. I only got in two days, but I had fun nonetheless.

With that said, I'm offering "Will Do" with no expectations. (2,082k words)

Housekeeping:

Da: Yes (Russian)

Spasibo: Thank you (Russian)

TW: Mention of scare tactics used against a small child by our most hated sperm donor.

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Ian pads into the dining room grappling with a helplessness he hates. 

Silent and distressed, Mickey is huddled on their bed recovering from yet another nightmare and there’s nothing he can do to stop them. Nothing. 

He paces, futility ushering him to do something, anything to erase the memory of Mickey crying in his arms, scared and curling his toes hard enough to turn them white. Desperate, he’d come out to heat some milk, the only thing he could think to do and it kills him that he can’t do more. 

He takes a few angry swings in the dark, hissing “fuck you, fuck you, fuck you” with each jab. He didn’t think his hate for Terry could grow.

“Bad dreams again?”

Ian jumps when Svet seems to materialize out of the shadows of the sparsely lit kitchen. He laughingly sags into a dining room chair, hand on his chest as orange sparks prickle his vision.

“Christ, Svet. You need a bell,” he says, unsteady. “Yeah, third nightmare this month. Night sleeping is still new for him.”

He blinks a few times and the sputtering orange lights finally fade. He needs sleep. He always sees dumb stuff when he’s this tired.

“You fixing Yevvy a bottle?” he asks.

“Da. He will shit again, but we must feed the bottomless pit.” 

Ian laughs softly. Yev’s appetite was legendary, a trait Mickey was proud of. 

“I’ll go get him. I just came to warm some milk for Mick,” he says, rising.  

“Wait!” 

He stills at Svet’s sharp tone. The delicate detente they’d reached was fresh and he’s always careful not to upset that balance. 

“Did … did I do something, Svet? I know this situation isn’t, I don’t know, ideal. But, we … me and Mickey, we could stay at my place if it makes you-”

“No, that part is okay. It’s just Yevgeny. He sleeps. I thought I would move before air raid alarm,” she jokes, sounding anything but amused as she waves him back into his seat. “I heat milk for the enfant terrible too.”

Ian smiles, relieved he hasn't clumsily ruined the truce he’s fought hard for and won. He takes a deep breath and wrinkles his nose against a warm electric smell he can’t quite place. Like burning metal maybe. 

“You were always sweet, Ian. Too sweet for this world you’d lived in with Mickey,” Svet says, rueful and quiet. A stove burner alights with a blue flame as she twists a knob. “But, it was that sweetness that let you accept Yev. What I didn’t know at the time was that you would come to love Yev like I did.”

Ian pauses in rubbing his sleepy eyes. Her past tense is throwing him off, making this moment weirdly surreal. Like an echo from a remembered conversation. 

He corrects her gently. “Like you do. Love Yevvy like you do. Here we say “do” for present and “did” for past.”

“What do you say for the future?” she asks. 

“Will do.”

“Spasibo.” Svet opens the refrigerator with her back to him. “You took good care of Yev. You were a better caretaker than either of us and I failed him when he’d needed me most. But, you never did. Even when you didn’t know yourself, you made sure he was safe. I’m betting that you'll do it again when he comes looking for you.”

There it is again. The odd use of the past tense. And did her accent just drop entirely?

Despite those disturbing anomalies, Ian’s too distracted by her clothing to focus on them. She’s not dressed in the robe and nightgown she usually favors. Instead she’s wearing some sort of reflective leggings that look metallic and uncomfortable. Her shape is different too. Softer, fuller. 

“Failed Yevvy how? And what do you mean when he comes looking for me?" he asks, watching her move slowly to the stove, like her limbs couldn’t respond fast enough. 

“Nevermind that.” She sets a milk filled pot on the flames then leans carefully against the refrigerator. “I have to tell you about my Yev. You need to be there for him.” 

The dark is doing something strange to her voice. It sounds otherworldly with a slight echo or reverb that gives it a tinny sound. Like a radio playing at night in a distant neighbor's yard. He doesn't know why, but it's freaking him out.

They both jump when a bedroom door opens and they hear Mickey’s footsteps approaching. Jesus, the whole house is spooking him tonight.

“Don’t tell him I’m awake. He’ll get embarrassed,” Svet whispers, slipping to the side of the refrigerator shrouded in darkness.

Mickey pads over, naked save his socks. 

His heart aches at the sight of those socks. Tonight is the first time Mickey’s told him why he always needs socks after a nightmare. Ian couldn’t imagine waking up from sleep as a four year old with your father gibbering like a monster under your bed and grabbing your naked toes in the dark. He finally understands why Mickey prefers sleeping during the day and it breaks his heart. 

“You comin’ back to bed?” Mickey steps between his legs, squeezing his shoulders. 

Ian’s about to warn him that Svet is up, but thinks better of it. She’s seen him naked before. 

“Just warming up some milk. You want cinnamon this time?”

He pulls Mickey close by the hips and kisses his sleep warm belly. 

“Yeah. But, I’ll make it.” 

Ian presses his face into Mickey’s stomach and runs his hands up and down the back of his thighs. He's not quite over Mickey screaming awake like he did. His protective caveman had surfaced with a vengeance.

“No, baby, I got it. Go back to bed. I’ll bring it in,” he mumbles, blowing warm puffs of air into Mickey’s navel, making him chuckle. 

“Baby.” Mickey’s soft snort is affectionate as he strokes the back of Ian’s neck. “You only call me that after a nightmare.”

“That’s the only time you’ll let me.” In the dim glow of the streetlight, Mickey’s face is still marked by his dream. Vulnerable and stricken. “I could call you that when we’re in the supermarket if you want.”

Mickey sucks his teeth and runs his fingers through Ian’s hair. 

“Let’s try it around here first, alright?” Mickey kisses him. Sweet, precious. “Hurry up. Hate layin’ in there without you.”

Ian lets him go after giving his hips a squeeze. 

“I’m right behind you … baby.” 

Mickey huffs a soft laugh and kisses his forehead before padding off, leaving him smiling. Yeah. He's going to call him baby everyday. 

The clink of a pot against a mug brings him back down to reality. Svet’s pouring the heated milk and he flushes. He’d forgotten about her. Mickey, like always, eclipsed everything around him. 

“You teach him to love. That’s good. Needed,” she says, pulling the cinnamon from their meager rack of spices. “Yev will need both of you to know love.”

“He’s taught me a few things too,” he says through a yawn, wanting their Mickey scented bed now more than ever.

“Da. How to be a father without actually being a father. I will be grateful for that later.”

Svet sets the mug on the dining room table and he has a mild shock. She looks … tired. There are lines in her face and her hair must be catching the light weird because it looks silver in some places. And her pajamas. They’re definitely reflective and have panels in the chest and along the arms, almost like protective plating. Crazier still, they’re pulsing with a warm orange light. He blinks hard, leaning forward to get a better look, but she steps back into the gloom of the kitchen. 

“Svet, what the hell are you wear-”

“Oh fuck, no. It’s too soon. The cycle’s started. I was supposed to have more time,” she says fast, accent completely gone as she backs up. A warm copper scent begins to suffuse the room. “Listen. Yevvy’s going to come to you, Ian. When he’s 14, he’ll find you. Take him in. Even if Mickey doesn’t want to. Take him in.”

Ian’s heart begins to trip as tiny orange lights flicker around the kitchen. They fizzle to life between him and Svetlana, only to wink out as soon as they appear and are replaced by more. The hot copper smell is strong now, overpowering.

“Svet, what are you talking about? Holy shit, are we having an electrical fire?!” Ian stands and takes a step forward as more sparks of orange light swirls around her. Despite the violence of their appearance, they make no sound. 

“Stop! Stay there! The intake will kill you,” Svet warns, backing into a dark corner. “Just take Yev in. He will have no one but you and Mickey until I’m released. Promise me!”

There’s a horde of orange lights swirling along Svet’s body now, illuminating her. What he sees takes his breath away. 

Svet’s older. At least 60. Her face is wrinkled and her hair is gray. She’s aged 40 years since yesterday and that’s impossible. 

“I agreed to do this only if I could change Yev’s trajectory and this is the moment that triggers you to remember later. We found that your hippocampal storage will retain this specific memory and I need you to hold onto it! Yev needs you to!”

The orange lights surge now, filling the kitchen with an unearthly glow and an odd warmth. Frozen, Ian watches Svetlana fight against an invisible current that seems to be pulling her inward. She speaks rapidly now, as if racing against some unknowable deadline.

“Take him in. His life changes for the better because you do. He won’t get radicalized. I will get to see him again if I survive this. Just help him Ian! Promise me you’ll do it! Say you will do-” 

She winks out into a cloud of orange sparks, leaving behind a strong smell of heated copper. 

In shock, he responds to her pleas while they still echo in this empty space.

“Will do.”

The air in the kitchen crackles in the silent aftermath and Ian can’t move, sure that what he just witnessed wasn’t real. He’s been under so much stress - living with Mickey and Svet, running out of money, dancing at the club. Add to that the coke he hadn’t told Mickey about, but had needed lately to keep moving. Maybe he needed to cut back like he told Fiona because no fucking way that happened.

“Ian.” 

Mickey’s standing in the dining room holding the steaming mug of milk. “What are you doing?” 

With a start, he turns away from the dark kitchen. It wasn’t real. It didn’t happen.

“I-I couldn’t remember if I turned off the stove,” he says, soft and uncertain. 

“Doesn’t look like it. Turn it off now, it smells a little burnt in here,” Mickey whispers. “C’mon. Let’s go back to bed before you wake Svet.”

Ian turns off the stove and follows him, slowing past Svet’s room. He peeks in and she’s sleeping on the bed holding Yevgeny. He lets out a shaky breath. He’d sleepwalked. It’s happened before. That’s all. Nothing more than that.  

“Ian, you better get in here before I finish this milk or you ain’t gettin’ any,” Mickey teases from their bedroom doorway. 

He hiccups a disjointed laugh and follows Mickey inside, shaking off the last of whatever that waking dream had been. 

In bed, he loses himself in Mickey’s body, emptying him twice, until he’s wet, gaping and emotional. Still unsettled by his waking dream, he seeks stability and an outlet for his need to fix. He finds both in every moan, gasp and soft cry Mickey gives him until he no longer feels adrift. Satiated, they curl around each other and Mickey presses his feet atop Ian’s, body relaxing with this anchor he seems to need. Ian holds him tight and falls asleep, allowing the dream of Svetlana to fade into memory.  

He won’t think about this night again. 

For exactly fourteen years, he doesn’t even have the vaguest memory of it. But, the day there’s a knock on their Westside apartment door and a blond teenager with Mickey’s eyes says his name is Yev, he instinctively lets him inside.

Later, after they decide Yev should stay, Mickey asks him to make up the couch. Ian smells warm copper before he speaks without thinking. 

“Will do.”

#gallavich #gallavich fanfiction #my fic #gallavich fanfic #AUgust 2023

[killemwithkawaii]

hello my baby hello my honey hello my ragtime senpai, I just wanted to leave the thought of Sal's flustered face the first time you suck him off. or if you go for the balls, having his cock just resting heavy and twitching on your forehead thank you goodnight ~R

[CW: NS/FW lemon, very light hint of grapefruit bc my scent kink is showing, unsanitary (for slobbin on the knob)]

>You sent this in a few days ago and it has been bouncing around on in my noggin ever since thank you R UwU 🙏💓💦

>Imagine being flustered yourself because you don't have much experience with oral sex, so you both sit down and have a good, honest talk about how you're feeling. You and Sally both really want to do that for each other- to have that kind of intimacy and to make each other feel good, even if it will be a little awkward to break the ice and there will be some trial and error to find out what you both enjoy. You don't need to worry! You two will explore it together (and he's happy to hold your hand if it will help) 🤝💕

>Alternatively: Imagine being hesitant to suck Sally off for the first time, not because you lack experience, but because you're not sure if you're ready for him to see you cockdrunk yet. You know exactly what you're doing, you're not afraid to get messy and make some noise, you put your heart and soul (and entire face) into it, and you can't help but go straight-up stupid ('mind blank, only cock'n'balls') when you find your groove. You're afraid he'll think of you differently after he sees you like that, and if he's completely honest, he does (very, very often) 🥵💦

>I see your 'cock resting heavy and twitching on your forehead while you suck his balls' and raise you 'cockwarming him with your mouth while you both watch TV/ he tries (and fails) to play video games' ✅

>I also must add to the description of the above: dicks are always described as 'Hard (etc. etc.)' in fics, and while thats a very nice quality they do indeed possesses, I wish some emphasis would also be put on the little bit of give an erection has when it's squeezed? The warmth?? How soft and silky and delicate dick skin is and how it sorta slides around the shaft when you stroke it??? Plus the kinda gross/great smell if they're not straight out of the shower sdflkjsdf 🤤🙈👌💦💦💦 Veeeeery stimmy! A perfect organic, eco-friendly, and mutually beneficial option for our fellow (orally-fixated) neurodivergent friends (and their partners)~ 👌💕

>You do get major bonus points for describing the weight and twitching components though those are also dick qualities that are not described enough in writing and it just 😩👌💦💦💦 now please excuse me while i *slap slap pap pap slap slappity slap*

#k.e.w.k. answers #R anon #sal fisher #sal fisher x y/n #sal fisher x reader #sorry steve #lemon #grapefruit #tw unsanitary #tw degradation #(some people might find having a dick on their face degrading idk 🤷‍♂️)

[env0writes]

Spilled Inktober, 10.4.23 "Precious Little Things Upon The Shelf"

Timepieces are delicate Bits and bobs of this and that Odds and ends of glass and metal thinned Time is a fragile thing That even mountains, rocks, will crumble to sand That you and I, dear reader, you Will rot to rust and dust I keep on spinning So that the sand stays against its sibling glass Painfully pressed against the pane Before descending on as past Delicate are our bodies Tits and knobs of this and that Starting even of bone and hair thinned Life is a fragile thing That even bone, blood, will wither to dust That you and I, dear reader, you Will witness the formation of sand Poured to be all accounted for Counting down each breath Until shelved amongst all the others, spent Left in idol disuse with full regards As all things of life should be

@env0writes C.Buck Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artist! Photo by @env0

#writeblrcafe #poeticstories #poetryportal #twc #spilled ink #wutispotlight #writtenconsiderations #alt lit #burningmuse #Spilled Inktober #drawtober #inktober #poetselixir #poetswhisper #autumn #death #time #hourglass #midwest gothic #suburban gothic #env0 writes #twcpoetry #writerscreed #abstractcommunity #savage words #smittenbypoetry

[theearlgreymage]

Or Thursday. It's fine. We're pretending yesterday wasn't real right now.

These last two weeks have been brutal to my writing schedule. Being an adult is too much. Being responsible for other humans is overwhelming.

On the positive side, I have a million ideas and plenty of WIP's!! Just need to find the time to get to them. There's FOUR snippets under the cut that I need to stop staring at and just finish.

My current baby is still Infinity In Your Chest Pocket. Chapter 3 is coming along smoothly. It should be up SOON (I'm sorry it took so long @ionlydrinkhotwater )

Snow looks like a lost puppy as he follows our group through the shopping center. Or really, follows my cousin.

It reminds me of fifth year, when we couldn't do anything without Snow sniffing around us like a blood hound. Baz was going out of his mind by Spring.

He'd come out to his family the prior summer, and while it hadn't gone terrible it also wasn't great. Uncle Malcolm tried to act like Baz had never opened his mouth. So, Baz kept his mouth shut at school. Niall and I knew, but that was it.

There were a few opportunities when Baz could have made a derisive comment to Snow about his stalking habits that year, but he never did. I've always suspected his attitude towards Snow. I know how Baz treats someone he detests, and his treatment of Snow is not that. Not that I’m dumb enough to point that out to him. 

Right now he's leading Snow around from shop to shop, acting like this is something we've always done together. As though Niall and I are just supposed to follow his lead.

Well, Niall does. They are best friends, and love shopping together. I'm more so here to carry their haul like some pack mull.

Snow has muscle, though, so when my arms start to get tired, I toss some bags his way. "Here, consider this your initiation to our group."

I swear I haven't abandoned Let's Avoid Spoilers, Darling either. The plot for this keeps shifting in my head. Originally, it was supposed to be very serious. But more and more ideas keep popping up in my head that border on crack. So I have to squash them routinely.

It’s locked. I growl, frustrated and try to turn the handle again. 

“Stop.” Baz whisper-hisses at me, getting in my personal space. 

“What are they hiding from us?” I demand. 

“I don’t know, but my future-self is going to hear us if you keep trying to force that door open.” 

Resigned, I let the door knob go. “So what do we do now?” 

Without answering, Baz grabs me by the elbow and pulls me back into the room we’re sharing. “Right now? Nothing. We can’t go sneaking around this house so openly.” 

“You think any of our future selves are going to leave us unsupervised long enough to sneak around except at night?” I ask. 

This forces Baz to pause, crossing his arms and bringing one hand up to his mouth. He does this sometimes, it’s one of his plotting faces, chews on the pad of his thumb while he thinks. 

My submission for EGF is also taking shape. Realistically, I wanted this to be a multi-chapter endeavor. But I think it's going to be a one-shot. We'll see.

I never thought that the hands that so deftly wield a sword, could be this delicate. The way Simon plucks my shirt buttons open with a smooth finesse is borderline hypnotic. He's gotten so good at it. If he really wants to, he can get a couple buttons undone without my noticing.

Normally, Simon is brute force and strength in everything that he does. But with me, it's the opposite. He treats me gently, reverently, just like I asked for when he decided to genuinely try.

When I finally feel the tips of his fingers on my newly exposed skin, it makes me shiver. The temperature contrast between us has my nerves feeling extra sensitive.

Finally, I had a random thought (and was then bribed by @ic3-que3n with their stunning artwork that I am willing to sell my soul for) to create a Witcher!SnowBaz AU. This is still in the planning process. I probably won't post anything for it until after EGF to balance my plate. So, it's just an outline for now.

Open the scene in a small desolate village at night with the streets empty 

Simon is in the middle of battling [insert dark creature] 

He defeats it easily with just a couple of scratches, nothing to be concerned about for him 

Payment is left outside the village leaders home - no words are exchanged 

Flashback Scene 

Simon on his first hunt with [insert Witcher Mentor] 

They’re explaining to Simon the real world practices of the Witcher trade 

Hunting monsters at night 

How villagers will likely not want to talk to him 

How the world relies on them to keep the monsters in the dark at bay 

Jump to next scene of Simon in a different town, talking to an innkeeper about a monster problem 

Someone tries to hire Simon as a mercenary 

Comments about Witcher’s not having emotions/feelings & only looking for coin are made 

Simon ignores them and the men  

Flashback Scene 

Simon is in the market with other young boys from Kaer Morhen 

The boys are offered coin for a small job 

End up robbing an innocent shop-keep 

Simon feels extreme guilt for his actions

While I have been spending too much time just staring at blank documents lately, I have still been writing a lot. But not alone. So I won't share pieces from them. BUT I have been role-playing with two amazingly talented individuals.

@buffy has me going feral over our snowbaz mpreg plot. It's so emotional. Has literally made me cry. I love it. We need to check our word count cause I think we’re over 40k now.

And @upuntil6am has me head over heels for our tender snowbaz a/b/o dynamic plot. It's tooth rotting sweet (for now, I swear you can trust me though) and I need more of it at all times.

We're not going to talk about the fact I need an idea for COBB still.

Thank you to @confused-bi-queer @hushed-chorus @shrekgogurt @johnwgrey and on Sunday @palimpsessed for all the tags these last few days ♥️ I do see them and they make me so happy to be included in the community of this lovely Fandom.

I'll forgo tagging back since it's. You know. Thursday.

#wip wednesday #well #thursday #thirsty thursday #i guess #my works always land in the M/E categories #iiycp #lets avoid spoilers darling #carry on #snowbaz #simon snow #baz #egf2023 #au #roleplay

[whowantsmycompany]

and she who must not be named

the first time i ever truly fell in love with a girl was my senior year of high school. except i didn’t categorize it as love until i became sick.

i was never sure of my sexuality, i just knew i wasn’t completely straight. but she knew exactly who and what she was and she wasn’t afraid to show it. and i envied her for it. the first time i met her in my junior year something inside me clicked. all the out of place gears, knobs, threads, wires, all finally found their place. cliche, i know. she was radiant and funny and smart and witty and best of all, she taught me how to properly play uno.

we bonded over kpop and musical theatre and our love for tortured poets.

so it was only natural for me to whisper her my poems as she painted my nails so delicately i was afraid to breath, afraid i’d shatter our little sanctuary. her hair would fall over her honey eyes and the longer strands would tickle her button nose causing her to wiggle it like a new born bunny. i found it endearing and i passed the time counting her freckles on her honeyed skin and the eyelashes that fanned over her supple cheeks. she would send me declarations of love— or what i deemed as declarations of love— tiktok slideshows. silly little slideshows 13 year olds made saying the initials that show up were destined to be soulmates. hers and mine.

she occupied my mind the way a scorned lover replayed every act of love they ever received and gave. except i wasn’t scorned by her, i was enchanted. every thing was about her and i didn’t want it any other way. she was perfect in every way perfect can be. i would look up at the sun and think of her and wondered if she looked up to the moon and thought of me. i wanted to enchant her the way she had me. i wanted her to split me open like someone she wanted to know. i wanted to suffocate her thoughts and emotions the way she did mine.

she became the center of all my poems and dreams. i’d wish on the brightest star that she’d wake up tomorrow and realize i was stupidly in love with her. but it never happened. i could turn her into poetry but i couldn’t make her love me.

for my birthday she gave me the best and worst gift she could’ve given me.

she told me i looked like a good kisser and i jokingly told her she should kiss me to find out. and she did. it was fast; my mind didn’t even register it until she pulled away and let out a chorus of giggles that seemed to fade in and out as my heart began to skip and pick up its rhythm— i mistook it for the drums playing in the background. my ears began pooling with warm blood and all i could focus on was her eyes and the way they gleamed with a sort of shine that made me sick.

i walked back home that night knowing two things:

she had stolen my first kiss

2. and i wanted to cry

i wanted to cry because by tomorrow morning she would forget she even kissed me. it didn’t affect her the way it did me. it was her doing something for the hell of it but to me it was every thing i had wished, hoped, and prayed for.

maybe this was my punishment for praying for such a sin.

that night i felt every thing all at once. the love. the hate. the humiliation. ironically, my feelings about her kiss consumed me the way i wanted her to.

she stopped talking to me after that stupid kiss. i’m woman enough to admit it was partly my fault, i began ignoring her because just seeing her and looking into her eyes made me want to pluck mine out. i wanted to crawl out of my skin and scrub it raw, leave it to sit in a mixture of bleach, water, and vinegar. until it was fully disinfected and clean enough to crawl back in to and start all over and laugh off the kiss like it didn’t mean anything to me either and it was just girls being girls. but i couldn’t because i was in love with her. i loved her entirely that it spilled from my heart into my stomach and became a sense of dread and sadness. i waited for her to tell me the kiss meant everything to her and that she wanted me. she never did though and that invisible string that tied us together slowly started unraveling and i was walking around with a loose thread i didn’t have the strength to pull out.

sometimes, i can still feel it. the last intact strands of the invisible string that tied my heart to her. i write her into every poem that i create and in each one, she is full of some kind of light.

#this is all over the place #just wanted to rant abt my first ever gay girl love affair lol #i hope she’s doing well #i still look at the moon and think of her

[mrssimply]

Two snakes in a bed

Eh, it's WIP wednesday again! I just finished the second installment of my John Wick fic (the first is still under beta reading). In that fic, John didn't kill Santino at the end of the second one.

Then, chapter 4 introduced Vincent Bisset de Gramont, and my mind went "what if he and Santino fucked, like, angrily?" and here we are!

The fic is mainly Santino/John but I couldn't resist so here is a little snippet.

The snippet is T rated.

Fingertips brushed each knob of Santino’s spine, starting from the top of his ass to his neck. The hand was a bit cold, the fingers long and delicate, the pressure just right.

“Wake up, Santino,” was whispered in his ear and the dream always ended here. The voice was all wrong.

The sleeping man opened light green eyes and blinked when the late morning light hit his retinas. He groaned, muzzled into the pillow and heard a chuckle behind him. 

Lips followed the same path as the fingers and soon, a warm and heavy body covered Santino’s.

Vincent was massive, even taller than John, who already had a few inches on him. Santino hated having to look up at him, something the French crime lord knew and enjoyed.

“Fuck off,” he grumbled in neapolitan. Vincent De Gramont chuckled again. He didn’t speak the dialect, but didn’t need to: the sentiment was strong enough.

He moved aside and went back to stroking Santino’s skin.

“I could eat you,” Vincent said, “you look like a pain au chocolat. You Italians tan well.”

Santino sighed and rolled his eyes before turning to face the man. Rekindling old friendships had worked a little bit too well in the Camorra leader’s opinion. To his defense, it had been a rough year and Vincent had been an easy distraction.

Painful enough to chase another kind of pain and crazy enough to make him feel almost sane.

Vincent’s green eyes were shining with mirth, an expression that could turn into cold viciousness in an instant. It made Santino’s blood sing, a sick thrill running down his spine to know how unpredictable his bed partner could be. He smiled, an ugly expression like a taunt for violence.

The man responded in kind and leaned in for a kiss that turned into a battle as Santino bit him. By the time Vincent released his hold around his throat, Santino was panting, and tasting copper from the other man’s mouth.

The Marquis licked his bloody lips with a satisfied expression, eyes roaming over his companion’s lithe form sprawled on his bed. His gaze darkened when Santino stretched, giving him an unwilling show. The Italian hissed when his muscles twitched: he was sore everywhere.

“You know,” Vincent said, head propped on his fist, “I think we should reinforce our partnership, you and I.”

Santino stiffened and glanced at him suspiciously, but the man was still smiling.

“What, fucking three time a week not enough for you?”

“You wound me, we’re past just fucking, Tino,” Vincent replied in french, smile twisting ironically. The Italian mob boss scowled: he hated being called that. It was an ersatz of his past, a throwback to innocent times he didn't like to dwell on. Unfortunately, he also knew asking Vincent to stop would produce opposite results.

“And I wasn’t talking about that. I was talking about our empires,” De Gramont went on, making a wide gesture that probably encompassed all of Versailles in his mind.

Santino rolled his eyes and extended his arm to take his pack of cigarettes on the side table. Before he could, Vincent straddled him and grabbed his wrist tightly.

“I don’t like that you smoke.”

“And I don’t fucking care, release me.”

They glared at each other in a stalemate before Vincent relaxed his hold and gave him a wink.

“Fine, you wanna die like your father? Be my guest. I guess it makes you feel closer to daddy.”

Santino laughed and pulled a stick out of the pack, lighting it while looking at his ‘friend” warilly, assessing the threat.

“So?” he prompted, blowing the smoke right in Vincent’s face.

“I think we should get married,” the man declared, dissipating the smoke with a lazy hand. 

Santino gave him a long look.

“You make no sense in the morning,” he mumbled, sitting up with a grunt. He pulled the covers off him and leaned to put the ash of his cigarette in the small ashtray by the bedside. Vincent hated when he smoked, but he hated cinder in his satin sheets even more.

“What, I’m serious. We could have the whole supply chain between the two of us. Imagine what we could do with that.”

Santino got up with a wince, feeling various aches deep into his body, and went to the full mirror by the dressing. Putting the smoke between his lips he traced the marks left on his body while he mused about the similarity of their minds. In another life, they might have conquered the world. As it was, Santino wanted to kill him sooner rather than later, and felt a wicked kind of joy imagining that when Vincent fucked him.

“We don’t have to get married for that, you can just hand over your part.”

Vincent snorted, a stupid sound like a donkey.

“Sure, Tino.”

He got up too, and closed his arms around his childhood friend.

“If I give you the French Connection, you’ll just disappear, and I really want to keep you.”

Pulling out of his arms without a word, Santino went to the adjacent bathroom, hearing Vincent sigh mournfully behind him.

#I love writing so much. I have so much power #I can do whatever I want and nobody can stop me #insert evil laughter #John wick #santino d'antonio #vincent de gramont #Santino x Vincent #John Wick x Santino d'antonio #John x Santino

[skylarmoon71]

Bumblebee (Transformers) Chapter 12

“They’ll find her Ms. (L/N). The older woman nodded at Sam, hopeful.

“Thank you for coming to see me, Sam, Mickeala. I know things have been tense with the three of you but I just know she’d be happy that you all are here.”

He had half the mind to tell her that this was all because of them. 

The attack, your kidnapping. When your grandmother got home and saw the damaged door and your fallen books, he could only imagine the grief that she experienced.

“When I lost her parents I promised myself that I would never let anything happen to her. Now it seems like I couldn’t even keep my word.” 

The laugh she let out was completely drained of humor. It was of a woman who was scared and sad.

They wanted more than anything to offer some kind of reassurance, but after two weeks of searching with no word, they were beginning to lose hope.

They were reckless and now you were paying for it.

~~

If you have any information, please call the number below.

The missing person's flier made Bee punch the computer screen. It shattered under his hand and he pulled it out.

“This is our fault!! Laserbeak was right there and we just let him take her!! It’s been two weeks. For all we know she could be dead!!”

Bumblebee was pissed, for good reason.

He’d gathered Sam and Mikaela as well as warned the other autobots about the decepticon’s presence. But by the time they made it to your house that evening, you were gone. 

There was nothing left at your house except for a broken door knob and your abandoned books. Bumblebee had gone on a rage searching high and low for some kind of clue, but there was nothing. No indication that you were still in the state, or even the country.

Optimus stood his ground.

“This was her choice. All we can do is wait.”

He couldn’t believe that was actually the plan.

“Wait for what!! Her body to turn up!!”

“Calm down Bumblebee.” Ratchet advised.

“NO!!”

He screamed, and the lights above their heads began to short. The soldiers were now a bit uneasy. Optimus took a step forward.

“You are not to go looking for her, that is a direct order. You will stay here until we are given word of her coordinates.” 

It was the first time Optimus had spoken to him in such a tone.

Bumblebee said nothing. What could he say? From the moment he’d lied to you it felt like one bad situation after another. He turned around, and Optimus could feel the guilt. But he kept his eyes firm.

This was for the best.

Optimus trudged back to his hanger, and the second his was secured in his space, he removed the metal plate covering his arm. The vibration that started alerted him of what he needed to know. He clicked the light on his wrist, and a map appeared.The coordinates he saw brought him a sense of relief.

Hope was not lost.

He needed to be careful. His head turned and he opened the door, stepping out in search of the medical bot.

“Ratchet,”

Said bot looked up.

“What is it, Optimus?

“I need you to accompany me.”

Optimus didn’t elaborate on what exactly this mission was. The fact that he was only confiding in him made him curious.

“What about humans? Are we not going to ask for their assistance?”

“Not this time.”

Ratchet looked behind.

“And Bumblebee?”

Optimus shook his head.

As important as Bumblebee was, right now he was too emotional. One single mistake could jeopardize everything.

“He cannot come.” 

It was all he said, and Ratchet nodded.

This was obviously a delicate situation. So as calmly as they could, they exited the base. No one really asked questions. They’d been doing patrols since you’d gone missing.

This time, they would be ready. 

#bumblebee #transfromers #secerts #decepticons #hurt #friends #family #sam witwicky #love #fear #optimus prine #ratchet #protective #bumblebee x reader