#to let me at long last step back from the front lines and cherish my time left on earth at 61 with AIDS and love my family

[oldguardleatherdog]

let me start by saying, I'm okay to agree to disagree on this, and I respect you greatly as my queer elder. I hesitate to even send this because I don't think this cause is worth dogpiling (and not even the fun way) on anyone against and , like , I will continue to follow and admire you as a mutual who has been through a lot of the hell that I'm going through right now and got to a place I want to someday be. (for context, I am currently housing & food insecure and am trying to live in a queer-accepting city)

Posting will never be praxis, you are my brother in arms no matter what you call trump or cops or whatever. There are some fat liberation blogs that take issue with calling cops "pigs" for a lot of the reasons I bristle at calling Trump a fatass, and like, if someone is actively fighting cops who can and will actively hurt me and my found family, I don't care what names they shout while doing it. So I see where you are coming from and I'm glad you fight for me. I fight for us too, in what little ways I can while I keep me and my found family afloat. I do better work in the community just by existing around people as a living breathing transgender than I could do in a million posts on this website.

I do think that this is a valuable conversation to have, though, even though you are completely right that this is a trivial thing and not at all the bigger, more real issue at hand. I think it's still important, on online platforms such as this, to talk about how we refer to the other people on this planet.

Think about why you didn't call Trump a "retard". You certainly could have, it doesn't *not* apply to some of his behavior. I know people of our generations once used that word a lot, and we don't anymore. Why and when did we change that? I honestly don't remember. For me, my aunt was medically classified as "retarded" and she was the best person I'd ever met, so I decided that word shouldn't mean bad things. The first time I ever hit someone was over them using that word in a derogative way. it wasn't about "mental illness positivity" it was about humanizing the people that word has been used against - people who have been stigmatized and oppressed with that word.

Right now, hopefully, the same thing is happening to the word "obese". Fat people are less likely to be hired, granted loans or secure housing. they can be kicked out of airplanes and fired from their jobs because of their body size. There have been laws proposed to take fat children away from their parents and "treatments" proposed to wire children's jaws shut and starve them to make them thinner. They are often medically mistreated and misdiagnosed. I once went to a doctor with an ear infection and instead of antibiotics, he prescribed me *bariatric surgery.* I have been refused transgender top-surgery because of my BMI, which keeps me at a passively higher risk for self-injury and worse.

I do not care about body positivity. Honestly, between being fat, trans, and poor, I'm at a point where I've given up on ever feeling good about my body again. All I care about is getting jobs and meds and keeping a roof over my family's head and food on our table. Normalizing the idea that fat is a bad thing that anyone can change continues that stigma. When you use Fat as an insult, you are saying fat=bad. Fat is a neutral thing that some bodies can be, like short or tall or lean. The revolution needs to be intersectional, and body size is another axis of oppression that needs to be acknowledged, just like sexuality, gender, race, class, disability, etc.

If you've gotten this far, thank you for hearing me out. I'm sorry that others are just performatively parroting the same things over and over. Civility is bullshit, and if you still want to use body shaming as one of the ways you fight against bigotry, it doesn't really matter to me. Just as long as you acknowledge anti-fat bias as part of that bigotry too.

Thank you for writing and sharing your life experiences with me, and for your solidarity as well. You're striving to make your way as part of a despised minority in a world that's turned unspeakably harsh toward you in an aggressively mean way seemingly overnight, and I admire you for the life you have lived, for your courage and perseverance during this difficult time where resources are scant and your housing and food security is uncertain at best.

(FWIW, after I was bombed out of my Lower Manhattan home on September 11th, my income went from six figures down to nothing overnight, and I was homeless and destitute for years. Twenty years ago, I was where you are now, and I can tell you that what you're enduring today will not last forever, that there is light and hope and blessing in your future, that you're not as alone as you might think, that you must never give up.)

What more can I do to make the point that "fat" has nothing to do with this? As I've said, I grew up obese, and it wasn't until I enlisted in the Army at age 17 that I was able to free myself from my violent and abusive family and unlock the potential of the body that had been hidden under layers of fat and shame all my life. I know that my path is not for everybody, that many others are not so fortunate, and I ceased long ago to think that fat equals bad or lack of character or any other pejorative attitude that society has attached to it for generations. I hope I've made that clear and that you take my word as truth.

I am not saying "let's fat-shame Donald Trump to make him feel bad." I am saying that I'm deeply troubled by the LGBTQ+ community prioritizing hurt feelings over the very real damage that's being done to us right now all over the country by Trump, his minions, his proxies, and his cult of bloodthirsty followers and worshippers. Trump's accomplices in Congress and state legislatures and Moms For Liberty are taking over school boards all over the country, banning books and emptying library shelves and harassing teachers and librarians to the point where they're being run out of town, where the State of Missouri has defunded its entire public library system rather than follow a court order to restore books banned just for featuring LGBTQ+ characters.

DeSantis and Abbott have put in place policies that are unspeakably brutal, that are forcing trans people in Florida to slowly and brutally revert to their pre-transition state, that have given health care providers in Florida the right to deny treatment to you and me and all LGBTQ+ people because we are gay, lesbian, non-binary, trans... but God forbid we should call Trump mean names!

We've seen what happens when we buy into the "when they go low, we go high" fantasy pipe dream. This is not the way the world works, it has never been, and we need to put this loser idea in the trash bin where it belongs once and for all.

We're being attacked and harmed in unspeakable ways that are happening now. This is not theoretical or hypothetical. It's happening to us, to those we love, this minute and every minute of every day. And worse is in the pipeline - they're writing laws that will place us under virtual house arrest, that will regulate where we're allowed to go in our own cities and towns, when we're allowed to be seen in public, when and where we can shop, how we're allowed to dress, even what we're allowed to say and SING, for Christ's sake!

And I'm supposed to be concerned about some minuscule hypothetical percentage of my own people being OFFENDED because I'm somehow being insensitive and violating some trivial picayune social justice warrior philosophy, because there's a possibility of some fragile flower taking it personally, and that I should shut my mouth and let the MAGA nutjobs run roughshod over us? Oh, come let Daddy kiss it! while our brothers and sisters are suffering in real time. Sickening.

Anyone who has a problem with my stance doesn't have to follow me or emulate my proven effective tactics as an activist with 37 years of successfully defending our rights under my belt if they're so dainty and delicate and easily bruised. Everyone else that sees this for the strawman bullshit it is, get ready to hit the streets with bullhorns and whistles once again. We've got work to do.

Your arguments are strong and well-reasoned, and I accept and acknowledge everything you're saying. We can disagree on this, certainly, and still work together to turn back the progress that the MAGAs are making, restore our rights, and protect ourselves and each other. But that will require the snowflake contingent among us to get their collective head out of their collective ass, stop whining, and get with the damn program. Calling me names and telling me I'm being a bad gay activist is a waste of time and energy that should be spent fighting the fascists and the haters who are out to kill us.

And to you, my friend and fellow traveler with a radiantly beautiful soul and spirit, I urge you to hang in there, to keep the faith, to keep caring about life, to work with me to secure our own future and the future of our kind. I send to you my very best wishes, energy, and prayers that you will find your way to a place of health, security, stability, and love for yourself and for this precious community to whom we've both dedicated our lives, who mean the world to us.

Yours In Service, Animal J. Smith

#what more can i do to protect you all #to get you to realize the mortal danger we're in #to put the suffering of our own people ahead of our feelings #to join me in this fight that's eminently winnable #to get you off your butts and your high horses and get to work #to do something - anything - to help save us and save yourself from what they're planning to do to us and are already doing #to think of anyone but yourself for a damn change #to show me and the world your incredible courage in the face of evil #to restore our rights and roll back this tide of hatred and death that's about to overpower us #to make sure that my life's work these past four decades has not been wasted #to let me at long last step back from the front lines and cherish my time left on earth at 61 with AIDS and love my family #to be the dog and the man they need and deserve and long for #to lay down my sword and shield at last #please please please do this for me - it would be your greatest gift #for god's sake wake up #queer activism #queer is not a slur #it's a fucking battle cry #god i am so scared for us all #information gladly given

[michwritesstuff]

You’re Not So Bad (Harry Potter: Adrian Pucey)

THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG! never finished this the way i wanted to so i cut a bit out and kept it at this, might have another part but i’m not sure yet! hope you guys like it :)

summary: hufflepuff female reader (she/her) x adrian pucey He was a Slytherin. She was a muggle born Hufflepuff. What more can I say? (get it? like sk8r boi?) anyways…Y/N is a proud and talented member of the Hufflepuff quidditch team. After one too many coincident encounters with Slytherin’s Adrian Pucey, she realizes that maybe she was wrong in her initial judgement of him and his housemates. notes/warnings: mentions of blood word count: 1.9 k

Another year at Hogwarts meant another year of getting to take the Hogwarts Express. As a muggle born you never failed to be excited by the enchanting nature of the Wizarding World. If your parents weren’t too busy with work, they would have been dropping you off themselves. Much like you, your parents loved everything about the Wizarding World and cherished the times when you needed to go to Diagon Alley.

You thanked the cab driver as he pulled up outside of King’s Cross Station and walked to the back of the car, dragging your trunk out. As you continued along through the station, you walked at a steady pace until you had reached platform 9 ¾. As nonchalantly as possible you glanced from side to side before walking directly through the platform wall. The Hogwarts Express came into view, steam whistling from the front as families lined the platform. You pushed your way through, trying your best to avoid bumping into anyone. Finally, Cedric and his dad came into view.

“Hey Y/N!” he called out when he saw you.

“Hi Ced, how have you been?” you asked, pulling him into a hug.

“Good, you know...taking care of this old man,” he laughed as he patted his dad on the back.

You laughed along before turning to pull Cedric’s dad into a hug.

“Y/N my girl, how are you? How are your parents?” he asked.

“They’re doing good, wish they could be here of course,” you smiled.

“Well, I’ll be sure to send them some stuff from our garden and let them know I saw you and Ced off, how about that,” Amos stated.

You smiled at him warmly before thanking him one last time.

Grabbing your trunk you followed Cedric through the train, quickly glancing around the carriages in hope of finding an empty one or finding the rest of your friends. You stumbled along behind him, a carriage door sliding open as the two of you passed.

“Diggory,” a voice called out.

You and Cedric snapped your heads around, trying to place who had spoken. None other than Marcus Flint stepped out of the carriage. You glanced inside and saw two other Slytherin quidditch players who you recognized to be Adrian Pucey and Terrence Higgs whispering among themselves.

“Suppose your ready to lose to us again this year?” Flint taunted.

“Suppose your ready for me to fly circles around you again this year?” you replied, a smirk growing across your face as Flint’s smug look was replaced by a look of disdain.

You could hear Pucey and Higgs’ giggles increase at your statement. They knew it was true. The Slytherin team was strong and known for their unfair play, but Y/N Y/L/N was one of the best flyers at Hogwarts.

“You wish Y/L/N! Gonna wipe the pitch with you mudblood,” he threatened.

Your eyes widened at the ghastly use of such a word, your eyes quickly scanning Flint and the people behind him. Pucey and Higgs’ giggles long gone. Higgs quietly looked down at the floor of the compartment, trying his hardest not to make eye contact. Pucey however, stared right back at you. His eyes held something you couldn’t quite place, sadness? No, why would he be sad, he probably just pitied you.

Cedric’s hand found your shoulder and hurried you along the corridor of the train. Finding the carriage with the rest of your friends, Cedric ushered you in. As he retold the story bout the encounter with Flint they all gasped and looked offended and disgusted by Flint’s behavior.

“He’s an asshole, we knew this already,” you stated.

“I’m fine guys, promise,” you smiled weakly.

Truth was, you were fine. Flint’s aimless name calling didn’t concern you. You were proud of who you were and who your parents were, it didn’t matter. You were going to wipe the pitch with him this season AND continue to fly circles around him. The biggest thing on your mind had nothing to do with Flint, you were too concerned with Pucey. You couldn’t erase the look on his face from your memory.

That night all previous conversation about Flint had subsided as it was replaced by conversations about the summer break and upcoming term. From laughing and joking about the first years waiting to be sorted to complaining about having Herbology with the Slytherins.

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Classes were finally in full swing and the first quidditch game of the season was approaching this weekend. Unfortunately, you felt unprepared for both. Practices had been long and gruesome, and they left you with little free time for studying and getting work done. This meant hours spent in the library and sneaking into the kitchens where the house elves offered you coffee and various pastries to help you get through the long nights.

So here you were, sitting at a table with books open and sprawled out. Unused rolls of parchment lined up next to your spare quill and bottle of ink. You worked absentmindedly scrawling as much as you could about the effects of fresh mandrake juice on petrification. Ever since the incident with the Chamber of Secrets being reopened, Professor Sprout thought it useful understand the importance of utilizing the magical properties of specific plants, rather than just how to care for them. Rereading the same line for what felt like the hundredth time, your attention was interrupted by an unexpected voice.

“Room for one more?”

You looked up to find none other than Adrian Pucey to be the source of the voice, book bag hanging off his shoulder. He motioned to the seat across from you.

“Uhm, yeah let me just…” you trailed off as you attempted to gather and organize all your materials to your side of the table. Pucey lightly chuckled at your frazzled state. Sitting down and pulling his own parchment and books out, his eyes glanced over your materials.

“Working on the Herbology essay?” he asked, his eyes focused on his own parchment.

“Yeah, though I don’t know how much more I can possibly write, you?” you replied.

“Nah, I finished that the other day. My muggle studies essay on the other hand…” You glanced up to meet Adrian’s eyes at his statement, giving him a look that meant to explain.

“Mum loves plants, grew up with those bloody curlers’ and books about them,” he stated, referencing the mandrakes. You laughed at his comment, they were truly dreadful to work with.

“What’s your muggle studies essay about?” you asked curiously, eyes scanning to the top of his parchment which read Muggle Transportation.

“Have to write the about the importance of public transportation in muggle communities. Not really sure what to include, I wasn’t really paying attention these last few lessons.” You once again giggled at his explanation.

“Well then…if you help me with this herbology essay than I’ll help you with yours. Not sure if you know this, but I’m quite the muggle expert,” you mused.

“Deal,” Adrian replied, a warm smile growing on his face.

The two of you spent the next hour working on your essays and making small talk, just getting to know each other.

“Ughh I don’t think I can ever write another essay again,” you exclaimed dramatically, throwing your quill across the table in the process.

Adrian laughed as he watched you pack all your things. While you gave him some background information and personal experiences about public transportation in your own community, he didn’t write much.

You continued packing until everything had found it’s place in your book bag. You stood up placing your bag on your back.

“You coming?” you asked.

Adrian looked up, eyes meeting yours. He was clearly confused as to what you meant, and to be honest, you weren’t entirely sure why you were inviting him to your secret place. There was something about Adrian, he was kind, welcoming, exciting, and most of all he felt familiar. He was easy to get along with, and from the small amount of conversation you had with him already, he was funny.

He packed his book bag and followed you out into the corridor.

“Where are you taking me Y/L/N?”

“It’s a secret, now keep up Pucey.”

He continued to follow you down a staircase and through a corridor. When you had finally reached the entrance of the kitchen you urged Adrian forward. He stared at you blankly, confused as ever. You took a step forward, now standing shoulder to shoulder with him. Reaching your hand up you tickled the pear in the middle of the portrait. The portrait swung open and revealed a warmly lit large kitchen with pots and pans draping the ceiling.

“Wow,” Adrian breathed out.

The two of you were immediately with welcoming and friendly house elves singing a chorus of “Welcome back Ms. Y/L/N” and “So good to see you Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Welcome to the Hogwarts kitchen Pucey,” you stated.

You thanked Winky as she handed you a warm mug of pumpkin juice and a chocolate chip muffin. Setting your stuff on the counter, you did your best to split the muffin into two equal halves. You handed a half to Adrian who greeted you with a warm smile of thanks.

“This is incredible Y/N,” Adrian mumbled out, his mouth still full with his half of the muffin.

With a wide-eyed gaze Adrian moved through the kitchen like a kid in the candy store, or similar to you at Honeydukes on a weekend trip to Hogsmeade.

“It’s pretty great. I come here during late night study sessions, if I’ve had a shitty day and I’m and feeling stressed, or if I’m just absolutely craving something when I’m in my dorm. The Hufflepuff common room is just around the corner,” you explained.

“And tonight?” Adrian asked.

“Late night study session…and stressed,” you answered chuckling before trailing off at the end.

“About what?” he asked.

“Well school for starters, and this upcoming quidditch match against Gryffindor. I mean we have a strong team and have worked hard at all are practices, but their seeker…I mean Harry is amazing. And I…I need to play phenomenally.”

“Y/N, you’re one of the most amazing flyers I know. The entire school knows this. You truly do fly circles around everyone, not just Flint,” he laughed, his tone reassuring and positive.

You recounted on the day you had first really noticed Adrian Pucey. Unfortunately, it wasn’t one of your fondest memories of Hogwarts. Your parents were too busy with work to see you off and Flint had called you a mudblood. You were distracted from your thoughts when you heard Adrian’s voice.

“I’m sorry about that Y/N,” he stated rather shamefully

“You know, about that day on the train…” he continued.

“Oh uhm yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s not like you said anything. Besides, I know Flint’s just insecure about being outflown by a girl.” Adrian laughed at your statement.

“True…but still, you didn’t deserve that. That term is outdated and inappropriate, and it shouldn’t matter how you got here. You deserve to be here,” he finished.

You smiled widely at him, surprised and touched by his genuineness. Looking at the clock you realized that it was getting late, and with a mandatory team practice before breakfast, you could use all the sleep you could get.

“Uhm I should—I should get going. It’s getting late,” you stated.

“Uh yeah, thanks Y/N, you know…for showing me your secret spot.”

“Anytime Pucey.”

You followed Adrian back out of the portrait, giggling to yourself as he tripped over his own feet trying to do a cool spin. He stumbled a bit before shaking his head in embarrassment, his own laugh roaring from his chest.

“Bloody hell…I’ll catch you later Y/L/N”

“Yeah, later…” you smiled to yourself. You don’t know what it was about him, but Adrian Pucey continued to have an unexplainable effect on you.

a/n: If you like my work please support by liking/reblogging. Also, feel free to message me about ideas. I haven’t written in a while because I don’t have a lot of time, but when inspiration hits i’ll sit down for hours

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[from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras]

Tolkien Family Week, Day 4: Cut Ties (aka Éomer and Théodred trauma bond)

The Day 4 @tolkienfamilyweek prompt of “cut ties” covers everything from disagreements to separation and death. I went with death in order to revisit one of Rohan’s biggest tragedies, the death of Théodred. I absolutely love Théodred and have built up a fair amount of head canon about him, though you don’t need to know any of that for this story.

My inspiration here was Théodred’s last words as he lay dying by the Isen (as recorded in Unfinished Tales): “Let me lie here to keep the ford until Éomer comes.” There’s obviously a practical take on that line–he wants to hold his position until Éomer can bring more men to secure it. But I decided to read it from an emotional perspective instead–he wants to be left where he is until Éomer can get there because that is who he wants and needs to see in what he knows are his final moments. So I wrote a little history of the relationship between Éomer and Théodred and the way that grief, in particular, bonded them, starting with their shared love for Théodwyn (Théodred’s aunt and Éomer’s mother). Pour one out for Théodred, because he was a real one!

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“Let me lie here—to keep the fords until Éomer comes.”

There had always been Théodwyn. 

When Théodred searched his earliest memories, her face is what he found. Her sunny smile welcoming him back from sleep each morning. Her soft hands soothing his hurts when he fell or injured himself. Her high, clear voice telling him stories as they went for walks in the fields or while she led him around the training ring on his first pony. She was barely more than a girl herself at the time, but she was there, stepping into the breach left by his mother’s death and his father’s retreat into the depths of grief.

Over time, his father found a way to heal, to separate the birth of his son from the death of his wife and to embrace his little boy without hesitancy or reservation. But even then, his aunt remained the biggest figure in Théodred’s young life. He started and ended each day with her, took his lessons from her, asked her all of his questions and told her all of his feelings. And she gave him hugs and kisses and laughs and the occasional scolding. She taught him all the best bad words and made him special cakes on his birthday. She showed him how to take a handful of simple little seeds and turn them into beautiful flowers with nothing more than water, soil and sunshine. She was magic.

He knew she couldn’t stay at Meduseld forever. She had her own life to live, and when he was ten she met and fell in love with a man from Aldburg. He missed her terribly when she married Éomund and left for the Eastfold, but they saw each other when they could and exchanged letters when they couldn’t. Long years passed, but she was still the first one he thought to tell whenever he had good news and the first he wanted to turn to for consolation when things were hard. Though he had always called her Aunt Théodwyn, she was the closest thing to a mother he would ever know, and he cherished her. 

But in the summer of his twenty-fourth year, it all went wrong. First Éomund was killed during a poorly planned orc hunt, riding off too hastily without waiting for the additional numbers he would need to protect himself. Then Théodwyn suddenly came down with a mysterious fever. A stronger constitution might have overcome the illness, but Théodwyn, weakened in spirit by the shock of Éomund’s death, didn’t have the heart to battle. Just three weeks after the loss of Éomund, she went to bed early and never woke up. 

Now Théodred found himself on the terrace in front of Meduseld, waiting to greet the cousins who were being entrusted to his care, and that of his father, to try to salvage any possible happiness that could be wrested back from the unthinkable turn their young lives had taken. As he waited, he took his own overwhelming sorrow, the enormous grief weighing on his chest and pressing the breath from his lungs, and he pushed it down. He pressed and he pressed until his vast, shapeless misery was just a hard little knot in his stomach that he could quietly tolerate without outward expression. He would not show this grief to Éomer or Éowyn, whose burden was heavy enough without the sadness of another to manage. He would follow in Théodwyn’s example and step into the breach for them, whether he felt ready or not. 

The arrival of Éomer and Éowyn changed everything about daily life in Meduseld. Éowyn, all of seven years old, spent much of her time with Elfhelm’s wife, who was called into service to provide a small girl with the maternal presence she longed for, but Éomer became Théodred’s charge. They spent their days together, riding, hunting, or swimming in the Snowbourne, anything to keep Éomer’s spirits up and give him more to think about than what he was missing. Théodred wondered at the boy’s resiliency in the face of his losses. While his demeanor was solemn and his face grave, he never cried or expressed pain, and he even managed to offer himself as a source of comfort to his little sister when her own pain overcame her. Théodred couldn’t help but admire this strength, and it motivated him further to keep his own grief private, to match his young cousin’s mastery of his feelings. 

Instead, Théodred saved up his grief for a few stolen minutes at the very end of each day, after the rest of the household had gone to sleep and no one else stirred except the occasional guard on patrol. Then, under cover of darkness, he would quietly steal outside to sit in the little garden at the south end of the hall. It had been Théodwyn’s garden. She planted it when he was a boy, and when she departed for Aldburg he had taken over its care, tending dutifully to her blossoms and herbs and adding in the ferns and fruit trees that he favored. There was nowhere else that he felt closer to her memory, and he would sit alone under her moonflower vines, unclench the knot in his stomach, and allow himself to cry at last. When he had released enough of his sorrow to feel that he could go on for another day, he would dry his eyes, push his feelings back down again, and head off in search of a few hours of sleep. 

A week or so into this new routine, a sudden nighttime cloudburst drove him from the garden and his grieving sooner than expected. He raced to the closest door, a side entrance he seldom used, and quietly let himself in. The corridor was hushed and dim, and he kept his steps soft as he slipped past the closed doors of the hall’s sleeping residents and headed toward his own room. On the walls beside him, the faces of his ancestors looked down from their portraits. Brave Fréaláf. Sad Folcwine. Noble Thengel. He paused when he came to Théodwyn, intending to spend just a minute under the warm and gentle gaze of her likeness, when he heard something unexpected: the slightest of sniffles coming from somewhere in the darkness at his feet. Stooping down, he suddenly found himself face to face with Éomer. 

His cousin was tucked up against the wall, knees under his chin and arms wrapped tightly around his shins, staring at the portrait of his mother. Tears streamed down his cheeks and dripped onto his shirt, creating a large, dark stain just over his heart. He looked up, lower lip quivering and brows drawn tightly together, and for half a moment it seemed as though he might force back the tears and reclaim his typical mask of calm solemnity. But all his effort, all of his rigorously guarded self control, finally failed. Under Théodred’s eyes, Éomer began to sob, as he had been doing here alone each night, hidden away from family and strangers alike. 

Théodred’s first decision was easy. Indeed, it wasn’t even a decision, it was just instinct. He dropped to the floor at Éomer’s side, wrapped his cousin in a tight embrace, and held the little boy as he wept. The second decision was harder, a reconsideration of everything he had planned for managing Théodwyn’s death, but he knew in that moment it was the right thing to do. He allowed his own tears to return, and for as long as Éomer cried, Théodred cried with him.

When at last their tears came to an end, Théodred was surprised to feel a little lighter, relieved of some portion of the weight he had been carrying through each day. Éomer, too, looked less grave, if perhaps also a little embarrassed. They walked back together to Éomer’s room and, though they didn’t talk directly about what had just passed between them, they agreed to meet again by the portrait the next night at the same time. And so they made for themselves a new routine, coming together each night to reduce their suffering by sharing it with one another. Sometimes they sat by the portrait; other times, they went to the garden. No matter where they were, they thought of Théodwyn and allowed themselves to let out the sadness that they otherwise kept locked inside.

As the days passed, they cried less and talked more. They learned not only how to grieve her loss but also how to celebrate her memory and, in time, they could each think of her and feel happiness alongside the pain. They traded treasured memories and stories, and some days they even laughed, fondly recalling her terrible singing voice or her deadly accurate impression of Théoden. Eventually, they even came to talk of other things entirely, their nightly meetings providing an opportunity to confide in each other the fears, hopes, or concerns that they would speak to no one else. 

By the end of Éomer’s first season in Edoras, the seeds of their shared sadness had grown and transformed into an unshakeable bond, one more blossom in Théodwyn’s garden. That bond would last through happy times and further tragedy, changing circumstances and stages of life. It lasted all the way to that rainy night at the fords many years later, when Théodred himself lay near death. And alone with his pain, his body spent and his spirit facing imminent separation from everything he knew and everyone he loved, Théodred did the only thing he could think to do when confronted with grief. He called for his cousin. 

#tolkien family week #cut ties #eomer #theodred #trauma bonding #let me lie here...until eomer comes #sob #lord of the rings #lotr fanfiction #forth eorlingas

[rogue-durin-16]

EIGHTEEN, CRAZY (Part III/?)

"Concerning Dates And Rumors II"

Summary: With her highschool experience coming to an end, Y/n finally grows tired of her parents' long lasting effort to make her the perfect girl; if they refuse to let her live her best life, she'll make them live their worst— and what can possibly be worse than having your lovely daughter mingling with Eddie Munson?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: mostly fluff/fake dating

Tags:

Eighteen, crazy: @greetings-and-salutations

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: language, allusions to drugs, mild violence (Eddie my love I'm sorry), slut shaming

A/N: omg would you look at that? I'm actually updating this fic series. Next in line is a request, then probably the next part of this series, and then a new multipart starts. Enjoy while I go deeper into the Eddie rabbit hole my darlings <3

Prologue Part I Part II part IV

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Unsurprisingly, no attention was paid to Mr. Osman's English class, nor to Mr. Mundy's math class. As easy as it had been been to push the rumors to the back of my head, a single thought made my anxiety cripple.

People believe Eddie had punched Lewenski was bad.

It was just bad.

There were certain people who eagerly awaited for a reason to go after Eddie Munson, that was no secret.

So far, I —like many others— had simply turned a blind eye to that treatment, but this time I wouldn't be able to. I was not only actively involved in the situation; it would be entirely on me if someone decided to do anything to Eddie as some kind of vendetta regarding the previous Friday evening.

The bell rang, signalling the beginning of our cherished lunch break, and, most importantly, giving my friends the cue to torment me with questions.

"Stop." I raised my hand at them once the three surrounded me on our way out of Mr. Mundy's classroom.

"We didn't say anything!" Linda complained, throwing her hands up in the air.

"You were about to!" I snapped, spinning my head to her fast enough to give me whiplash.

"We just wanna know the truth behind all the gossip." Lizzy, who walked at the far left of our group, bent forward in order to meet my gaze.

I sighed, accommodating the books against my chest. "Okay so, he drove me to the arcade. We got a couple of weird looks but we had a good time." I pursed my lips, remembering our date.

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"And when's that test?" I questioned distractedly, sparing Eddie a glance. We had settled for a lonely coin-op machine at the far end of the Arcade. That way, we had our privacy as well as a good look of the scene taking place at the games room.

"Tuesday," he responded, playing with the chains on his denim jeans in an absentminded manner. "but we can study on Monday."

"You know?" I stood upright to take a better look at him. "that's why you need tutoring."

Raising his eyebrows, he lightheartedly mocked my voice. "'You know? that's why you need tutoring'. Okay, mother." I stuck my tongue out to him, which earned my shoulder a soft shove. "Stop talking about school and focus on the game."

"I suck at the game, in case you didn't notice."

"May I?"

Eddie pushed himself off the cabinet's side while I took a step back, motioning at the console with both hands for him to take my spot.

"Actually," he began, choosing to reach his hands out for mine instead of for the controllers. "Let's kill two birds in one stone."

"How?" Though my inquiry held hesitation, I let myself be led back to the front of the machine.

I prayed for Eddie not to notice the way my shoulders tensed up when he, letting go of me, circled my form to stand right behind me, his forearms nonchalantly caging me once he took the joystick in one hand and laid the other's index finger over of the buttons.

"Is this okay?" He whispered near my ear, chin resting atop of my shoulder.

"Yup." I popped the 'P', leaning back on him with folded arms in order to give him further confirmation.

"Okay so, you can't just go around like a headless chicken." He began to explain, expertise digits managing the controllers. "You wanna look where the hell these little guys are going before actually turning. Look—" He pointed at the bottom right corner of the screen. "See this little tunnels, you're gonna wanna look for them."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Then... Well, then everything kinda started to go south." I explained my attentive friends.

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"See?" The front of Eddie's right shoulder playfully bumped my shoulder blade. Even though it was now I who was playing the game, he had remained hovering over me; it was obviously for show, but I found it oddly comforting. "Not that complicated. Leftleftleft— shit."

"Ugh!" I slammed the machine, throwing my head back in frustration.

"Woah!" His words thrummed in his chest, and were quickly followed by an surprised chuckle. "Let's try another game before you smash this one, shall we?" Eddie joked, taking a featherlight hold of my hip before propelling us both away from the cabinet. "I think you're gonna like—"

"Hey, Y/n." Eddie fell awfully silent when a boy wearing the signature Hawkins High basketball team bomber cut through the crowd to stand in our way. "Is this creep bothering you?"

After giving the boy a bewildered look, a single breathy chuckle fell from my lips "Do I know you?"

The boy looked offended for a second. "I'm Patrick McKinney. We're neighbors." When I turned to check Eddie's face and I saw his head casted down, I knew it was time to get moving.

"Alright Patrick," clearing my throat, I tapped Eddie's hand, still hanging on my side, and proceeded to move the junior out of the way. "thanks for your concerns but I'm good."

"Did he give you... anything?" He inquired, way too loud for anyone's liking but his.

"I might just ask him to do so, 'cause you're kinda giving me a headache." I spat, hooking my arm under Eddie's and leading him to the Arcade's entrance.

"That's gonna get you in trouble." Eddie pointed out, tilting his chin down for me to hear his words.

"I hope so." Only once we were crossing the establishment's front door, I let go of Eddie. "I think that's enough for tonight, though."

"Yeah, me too." The metalhead, who had been so unusually taciturn since Patrick approached us, began to loosen up, coming back to his usual self. "Sooo... Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah!" I instantly replied, a beam tugging the corners of my mouth as we walked to his van. "It was a great 'first date'." I accompanied the two last words with quotation marks.

Eddie's face lit up with a proud grin, which soon turned into a grimace when someone called his name from somewhere on the sidewalk we had just left behind.

"Wait up, Munson!" Mike Lewenski appeared jogging into our line of vision, moving to stand face to face with Eddie. "You got anything?"

"Not today, man." The long haired boy responded in a careful tone, his brown eyes searching for our mean of transport over Lewenski's shoulder.

"Oh c'mon, I'm sure you got something." The senior insisted, stepping backwards instead of moving out of the way once me and Eddie resumed our walk.

It was only then that my presence seemed to dawn on him, dangerous eyes squinted at me with his chin tilted. "Y/I/n. How come you're out and about?"

"I felt like it." I simply muttered. Something about Lewenski had always made me uneasy; the less contact I had with him, the better.

"You cleaned up good, huh?" He commented, blatantly ogling me, which pushed me to lean closer to Eddie for some kind of safety. "Wait. Is this, like, a date or something?"

Silence.

"Damn! That's how desperate you are?" He sneered. "You could've asked me."

Eddie and I shared a brief half annoyed, half concerned glance. "Okay, man, move." My so-called date requested, his right hand traveling to the small of my back while the left one dug into his pocket for the van's keys. "I'm taking the lady home."

Mike did, indeed, move, but not as it had been requested; he had taken a step forward, nearly bumping into Eddie. Whatever fear I might have had was beginning to be substituted by irritation at the boy's behavior.

Apparently, his actions had a similar effect on Eddie; with an unintelligible string of curses falling from his lips, the metalhead used his left hand to take a fistful of Lewenski's jacket and shove him aside, making him stumble to the side.

We both silently agreed on taking off to the van as fast as we could without making it seem like we were running away.

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"okay, yeah, he didn't punch him," Lizzy started, almost disappointed. "But technically—"

"No, he did not punch him. Period." I emphasized the negative in my statement, raising a menacing index finger at my friend without stopping to look at her. "Stop talking about that."

"You think it's gonna give him trouble?" George's concerned voice was low; he didn't want anyone else to hear. "Y'know, we should check on him after lunch." He suggested, as if he was reading my thoughts.

"Yeah." I nodded in agreement, squeezing the books out of anxiety.

"Unless... you wanna go check on him now?"

"What are you two whispering about?" Linda, who had been left behind with Liz, scuttled to fall into step with us two. "Wanna share with the class?"

"Uhm—"

"Y/n wanted to check something." George jumped in before I could voice my concern. "Why don't you two go grab a seat?" He suggested, tugging my sleeve to walk past the cafeteria entrance. "We'll be right back!"

"You have any idea of where we're going?" I questioned, once we had put some distance between our confused friends.

"I'm... Looking for one of them..." George informed me, skimming the halls with watchful eyes. "The D&D club guys."

"Good call." I began mirroring George's actions once we turned a corner. It was difficult to recognize a face you never paid attention to, but with any luck, one of them would be wearing that weird shirt. "Maybe we should—"

Slam!

My head instinctively snapped in the loud hit's direction, searching for the originator of it, but George saw it first. "Y/n." He yanked my blouse, pointing at certain long-haired lanky boy dressed in black who was being pinned to a locker by none other than Tommy H.

"HEY!"

"Y/n wait—"

Managing to escape George's protective grasp, I made my way past the crowd gathering around the two seniors. My heart missed a beat when I began to catch on Tommy's words.

"—can't go punching good people around," he gave Eddie a firm shake, making his head hit the rusty brass again. "you fucking freak, you think you'd get away with it, huh?"

Eddie's eyes and mouth were shut, and I couldn't tell if he was trying to hold back and not hit the boy who had him by the collar, or if he was genuinely scared.

"Get off him!" I took a strong hold of the younger senior's arm and yanked him back so he would face me. "What the fuck's wrong with you, Hagan?!"

"And you!" Tommy pointed an accusing finger at me. "You were the bitch who was with him last Friday!"

"Watch your mouth, asshole!" Eddie yelled earning himself another slam against the lockers on Tommy's part, who's gaze stayed fixed on me.

"Little Miss Perfect's not perfect at all, huh? Hanging out with the freak," He taunted me. "Turns out she's just another easy slut!"

I didn't give my actions much thought before slapping Tommy across the face, making the whole hall go silent. "Shut up," I warned with a rage I didn't know I could feel. "or I'll shove my heel so far up your ass that you'll have to go through surgery to get it out."

"You are threatening me?" He retorted, pushing me back hard enough for me to stumble.

"Mr. Hagan!" Ms. Kelley, guided by George, struggled to get to us, but soon enough she was taking Tommy with her to the principal's office.

Just like the ruckus had started, it came to an end.

"Jesus fuck..." Eddie groaned, crouching to grab his bag, lying on the cold floor after being forcefully discarded and emptied on the hall.

"I'm so sorry." Taking a quick step to Eddie, I blurted out the very much needed apology before anything else could come to my mind.

"You know what that was about?" He questioned, looking up from the ground.

"Someone's spreading the rumor that you... punched Lewenski at the arcade." I explained, kneeling down and placing my books on the floor in order to help him put his things back into his backpack. "I'm really sorry, Eddie, I literally found out this morning."

"To be fair," once everything was back into his bag, his eyes locked with mines. "He's just coooonstantly looking for dumb reasons to come at me. Plus," with a grunt, he got back up again, pulling his bag with him. "You wanted rumors right?"

"Yeah, but not rumors that cause you problems." I clarified, picking up my books and taking the ringed hand Eddie was offering me to aid me stand up.

"Listen, Y/n," after taking a quick peek around us, Eddie threw the bag's strap over his shoulder and stepped closer, towering over me. "First off, I really don't care. And second, we got a deal and I'm committed, alright?"

"Alright." I whispered back, trying my best not to blush at the deliberate proximity.

"Speaking of which," he finally stepped back, letting me release a breath I didn't know I was holding. "It's your turn to hold up your side of the bargain." Doing a half turn, he reached out for me to intertwin my fingers with him before he started walking, which I did.

"We can meet right after class." I suggested, letting our hands swing as we walked. It felt oddly natural, which freaked me out a little bit. "Either at the bleachers or, I don't know, the library?"

"You know that picnic table that's in the middle of the woods?" He questioned, turning the corner in the cafeteria's direction.

"Uh... The one past the football field?" He gave me a nod. "Yeah, I know where that is."

"Okay then, I'll meet you there after last period." He slowed down once we crossed the entrance and, instead of letting go of my hand, he spun to face me and bent over to place a kiss on the back of my hand, making my tummy flutter. "Enjoy your lunch, m'lady."

I could only respond with a quiet 'you too' I doubted he was able to catch while he took off to the pariahs' table.

Half of the eyes in the cafeteria were focused on my frozen frame, but I barely registered it; Eddie's hand kiss had once again shut my senses down.

God, what the hell had I gotten myself into?

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When You Least Expect It: Part Twenty

Jensen Ackles x Musician!Reader

Masterlist - Contains Chapter Links & Wardrobe Collages

A/N: This is it! The Final Chapter. Thank you for taking this VERY long journey and being patient with me as I finished it. I really hope you have enjoyed the story, and the music, along the way.

Spotify Playlist / YouTube Playlist

Series Warnings: Language, Break-Ups, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Mild Violence, Talk of Domestic Abuse

Chapter Warnings: Just Floofy

Series Summary: After a hard breakup, Jensen decides to throw himself into organizing a Music Festival in Austin that is meant to raise money for a few of his most cherished charities and organizations. As he throws himself into planning it, he stumbles upon a spirited, undiscovered performer, who he convinces to come aboard to help plan and coordinate the event with him.

What transpires after that takes both Jensen and his new friend, by surprise. But when their respective pasts come back just before the event kicks off in Austin, they will both have to decide if the unexpected feelings are worth perusing, or if they should just walk away and go on with their lives.

Songs in this chapter: Faithfully by Journey and Boardwalk Angel by Eddie and the Cruisers

Chapter Summary: Its the wedding day.

WC: 8K with Song Lyrics. Song lyrics in bold and italic are not written by me.

“It’s perfect!” Mama June gushed as she zipped up Y/N’s wedding dress. “It’s absolutely perfect! And you, my dear, are positively glowing!”

“Well, that’s because you made it for me,” Y/N smiled in the mirror, watching Mama’s reflection. She felt herself blush at the comment but hoped Mama didn’t notice. “I really couldn’t have imagined a more beautiful dress, June.”

“Oh honey, you’re like my own daughter. No way I could let you have a fairytale wedding in a common dress! Besides, I have a reputation in this town to uphold.”

Y/N looked down at her wedding dress, and softly smiled. She tried to remember how much things had changed since she first met Jensen. Hell, how things had changed just since they got engaged. Stepping back from the mirror, Y/N drew in a slow, shaky breath and found herself feeling a little nervous. Her anxiety had calmed enormously since she finally quit her position with Combustion Records, but that day, of all days, it seemed to be creeping back in. 

Smoothing out the front of her dress, she slowly began tracing the lines of the lace roses Mama June had painstakingly sewed over the last six months. How she was able to finish the dress, Y/N had no idea, but from the moment she told her about the engagement, Mama insisted on making it for her. Y/N turned back to the mirror, and let her eyes follow the simple, yet elegant lines of the deep cut heart-shaped bodice and wondered if Jensen would like it. It was more revealing than she would have chosen, but somehow, it WAS perfect for her. As her hands slowly moved down the dress towards her stomach, she pushed for the briefest moment. A warm glow radiated from there, and she couldn’t help but feel her smile grow. She was glowing, and for damn good reason. But that was a secret she had to keep for now, at least until after the wedding when she could give Jensen his wedding gift.

Y/N was a different woman now than she had been just a couple years before. So much had happened in the two plus years she’d known Jensen, and without a doubt it had forever altered who she was. Because of him, she was confident and proud. She learned how not to take shit from anyone, and yet, still how to love without abandon. They had their fair share of troubles, but somehow, he never left her side. Jensen never once wavered on his feelings for her, and his constant support made her feel like she could do anything.

“Oh, Y/N!”

Y/N turned to see Briana emerge from the bathroom of the luxurious hotel suite Leo had let the ladies use the night before the wedding. Her long blond curls cascaded down her strapless shoulder and perfectly complimented her pale blue bridesmaid dress; her hands over her gaping mouth and eyes wide in sheer joy. “You look BEAUTIFUL!!!”

“Thanks, Bri. So do you!”

“Oh, please. These dresses are gorgeous, but you are radiant! As you should be since it's your wedding day!”

Bri outstretched her arms and pulled Y/N into a tight squeeze. When she pulled back, Bri’s eyes were welling up with tears. 

“Don’t cry now, silly. I’m sure there will be plenty of moments today to warrant tears. You better save ’em.”

“Y/N, I made sure to put on the waterproof mascara because I know I will be bawling all day. Seeing you two take this step, it's just…. Everything!”

“I honestly can’t believe we’re here, and that in less than an hour I will be walking down the aisle and marrying the most amazing man in the world.”

“I never had a doubt,” Mama chimed in. “I knew it from the moment he showed up at our rehearsal, he would ask you to marry him. No man watches a woman like he did you, without falling head over heels in love. I’m tellin’ ya sugar, from that moment, he was hooked.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror. “Should I have gone with a veil?”

“Stop changing the subject, woman.” Mama approached her and carefully fixed Y/N’s hair to spray across the open back of the dress. “No, no veil. You don’t need to hide anything about yourself. Let him see you as you walk towards him. And Bri,” she turned from Y/N to face her new friend, “I know you’ll want to see this formidable creature as she walks down the aisle, but I’m telling you, watch Jensen. Just watch his face and you’ll see absolute magic there as he’s watching his bride. That’s how you know this match was always meant to be.”

Bri threw her head back in a loud “Ha!” She clamped her hand on Mama June’s broad shoulder and smiled towards Y/N. “Mama, I knew from the second I saw them together that it was meant to be. It’s just too bad it took these two so long to see it.”

“It may have taken us longer,” Y/N said, “but well worth the wait.”

Jensen buttoned up his ivory linen shirt, leaving the few buttons below his neck undone. He watched himself in the mirror as he adjusted the collar, then smoothed out the material down towards the linen pants of his suit.

“What? No tie?” Jared scoffed sarcastically as he walked into the Bungalow’s small master bedroom. “Whoa…” his thoughts on Jensen’s wedding attire was interrupted as he noticed the elaborate romantic ambience of the room. “You really went all out!”

Jensen caught Jared’s impressed expression in the reflection of the mirror. “Damn right. Waited for this day long enough, gotta make sure it's a night she won’t forget.”

“I get that, but why here and not at Leo’s huge, fancy, five star hotel? Don’t get me wrong, Jay, this place has charm, but it doesn’t scream honeymoon suite.”

“I thought about that, but this place is special. Not just to Y/N, but to me, too.”

“How so?” Jared asked as he carefully lowered himself on the edge of the bed, doing his best to avoid sitting on the red rose petals elegantly splayed on the comforter in the shape of a heart.

“Hey!” Jensen admonished and quickly fixed a few stray petals. “Careful, man. This took me all morning.”

Jared laughed and raised his hands in relent. “Okay, okay. Sorry, loverboy.”

“This place is special because…” Jensen paused and thought back to the first time he had gone to her bungalow. “Because that first night I spent here with her, I knew I would fall in love with her, Whether I wanted it or not.”

“The first night? Really? That fast, huh…”

Jensen smiled softly to himself and reminisced back to that first night. Somehow, despite all her hesitancy and trust issues, Y/N was vulnerable with him that night. He fought those initial feelings for too long, most times kicking himself for it. Deep down, however, he knew that their journey played out the way it did for a purpose. Y/N was always meant to be his wife, but when they met, neither of them would have been ready for forever.

“Definitely a far cry from that first night,” Jared continued. “I remember when you first saw her at the Beachcomber. If I knew then what I know now, I would have helped you chase after her.”

“At least it all worked out in my favor,” Jensen said and turned back to the mirror. He took one last look at himself and nodded. “Yeah, this’ll do.”

He had never been a guy that was good at the big, grand gestures, but he was pretty proud of how he did with not only his suit, but the room itself. He had asked for Mama’s help and she made sure to get all Y/N’s favorite things. The right chocolates and candles, the old school boombox that now sat on the dresser, with a tape of their wedding song cued up and ready to go. Jensen went and bought all new bedding of deep blue silk sheets and a plush velour comforter that was now decorated with the red rose petals. Hanging from the ceiling were a few strands of white icicle lights that, along with the candles, would give the room a warm, romantic glow. However, the thing he was most excited for, other than Y/N becoming his wife, was the long, narrow wrapped gift box that sat in the middle of the petal-shaped heart on the bed.

Jared followed Jensen’s line of sight, and saw the gift near him on the bed. “And what’s that?” he asked, not without a bit of teasing.

“That, my friend, is our honeymoon itinerary and all the tickets. One thing I told her I really wanted to do was surprise her with a crazy fun honeymoon. I wanted to be sure it was a trip she would never forget.”

“Nice! And where in the world are you going to go, Carmen San Diego?”

Jensen laughed mockingly, and shook his head. “I didn’t want to go anywhere she’s been before. We’ve both traveled so much since we met, but never got to travel together. So, I went big. Gonna start out in Iceland, staying at this awesome little place where the room has a glass dome ceiling and an amazing view of the Northern Lights. Natural hot springs within walking distance and not another soul in sight. From there, four days in Ireland, exploring the Irish countryside on horseback. There are some great local pubs and B’nB’s to check out along the way. After that, we fly back to the U.S. to stay in a cabin in the Rocky Mountains near Estes Park. She’s always wanted to visit the Stanley Hotel, but they were completely booked. So I found this little cabin that has a hot tub outside, and a spectacular view.”

“Damn, you really did go all out! After that? Then what?”

“We come back to Austin and settle into the new place. Still can’t believe we found a house so close to you and Gen. I can’t wait for this trip, but man, its gonna be fucking great to settle in a new house and start making some great memories with y’all. The recording studio is almost finished, too. I am sure she will wanna get in there as soon as we get ba–”

Jensen’s train of thought was derailed by a knock at the front door. They passed a curious glance, and Jared stood up from the bed. 

“I’ll go see who that is. You better get your jacket and shoes, because we gotta get moving down to the beach soon.”

Nodding, Jensen grabbed his pale blue linen jacket from the back of the chair in the corner of the room while Jared went to see who had been knocking. As he adjusted the garment to sit just right, he could hear a woman’s voice cutting through the whole house. Worried something might be wrong with Y/N, he hurried from the room to see who it was. He found Jared standing in the open doorway and the woman in front of him was demanding to be let in.

“What the hell is going on?” Jensen asked just as Jared stepped aside so he could see who was making all the noise. When Jensen saw it was Y/N’s mother, he instantly felt his good mood slip away. “What the fuck are you doing here, Sheila?”

“I came to see my daughter,” she barked and tried to push past Jared to come into the house. “But this giant man won’t let me in.”

“Good, he’s doing his job then. Y/N isn’t here anyway. But I’ll be sure to never tell her you dropped by. Bye now.”

Jared took that as his cue to close the door, but Sheila stopped him by putting one of her heeled shoes in the way.

“No, I am not ready to go yet. If I cannot see my daughter, I would like a word with you then, Mr. Ackles. You’ve got some nerve, you know that? This place should be gone by now and brand new luxury condos in its place!”

“Right,” Jensen smirked. “Guess maybe you should have had all those permits in order before someone swooped in and made sure the deal fell through. But, oops. Guess you’re shit out of luck and can’t line your pockets with ill-gotten money. Because, fuck your daughter’s feelings, right?”

“It’s a damn shack! I was going to split the profits with her!”

“Man, you are a terrible liar!” Jensen laughed and shook his head. “This shack means the world to your daughter, but you couldn’t care less about that.”

“Oh, please,” Sheila snorted, “she’s always been a sentimental sap, just like her father. Never saw the practicality of any situation.”

“And that’s a problem?” Jensen asked as he took a few steps closer to the door until he was standing mere inches from his soon-to-be mother-in-law. “Y/N being a sentimental sap, like her father, is one of the things I love most about her. I’m grateful she’s nothing like you. She’s got a beautiful, big heart, and I know her father would be DAMN proud of the woman she is. All you ever did was bully her–”

“Because she was soft!” Sheila nearly screamed in his face. “That girl is who she is because I was tough on her! I was the one who gave her back bone!

“You were the one who almost got her killed! Because of you, she was a shell of a woman, easily manipulated and abused by that asshole Nathan.”

Sheila rolled her eyes. “She would be dead if it wasn’t for me pushing her.”

“She almost died by the hands of that psychopath you pushed on her! He damn near killed her, Sheila! And where the fuck were you? Huh? Too worried about demolishing her home and getting rich!”

“You had no business interfering with that! How you even pulled it off is beyond me!”

“Jesus, you are worse than Y/N could have ever tried to explain. What kind of mother are you? Mothers are supposed to love and support their children. But you? You couldn’t be bothered. You’re just a goddamn bully. But, never again. Because as long as I am Y/N’s husband, NO ONE will take advantage of her again. Anyone, including you, that ever tries to hurt MY WIFE again, will have to go through me. And trust me, sweetheart, I am NO pushover.”

“Wait, your wife? You’re married?!”

“We will be very soon. And I swear to God, Sheila, if you even think for one second of showing up and ruining it, I will make sure you lose everything else in your life that you hold dear. Consider me trashing your condo contracts as just a start. I will be sure you never have anything more than the shirt on your back if you wreck this day for her.”

Sheila stood in complete silence. She was shocked at how indignant and serious he was staring her down, and worried that if anyone could make good on threats, Jensen Ackles could. Her mouth pinched into a tight frown, and she slowly let the tension out of her crossed arms loosen, so they fell to her side. 

“Fine. I won’t bother her on her wedding day. But trust me when I tell you–”

“Nah, I don’t trust you as far as I could throw you. Now, if you don’t mind, this giant man and I need to get ready so I can go marry the love of my life. And, as awful as a person as you are, I almost feel sorry for you.”

Sheila snorted a laugh. “Why’s that?”

“Because you are going to miss out on seeing your daughter on the happiest day of her life. Me, however, I am the luckiest man alive. Because I will have the most beautiful, talented, loving, funny, creative, and sexiest woman on the planet walking towards me ready to say I do. And nothing,” Jensen inched a little closer and lowered his voice to a commanding growl, “NOTHING and NO ONE is going to take that from me.”

Jensen took a moment and delighted in the bit of fear that crossed Sheila’s face. It was only a fleeting expression, but he caught it. 

“One of these days, she’ll come crawling back. You just wait.” Sheila turned on one heel and began to navigate the sand back towards her car. 

“I’ll take that bet!” Jensen called after her. He wanted to shout so many more things at her, but Jared’s hand on his shoulder took the urge away.

“Let her go, man. That woman is a real piece of work.”

“Dude, you have no idea. I’m almost glad she showed up.”

Jared snorted a laugh. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, because that was the last part of Y/N’s past that needed to be put to rest. She’s about to be my wife and I meant what I said. No one will ever disrespect my wife, again. Especially her own mother.”

“I can’t believe that was Y/N’s mother. How the hell did she turn out so great?”

“She’s just like her dad,” Jensen sighed, and felt a moment of sadness that he would never get the chance to meet the mythical legend that was Y/N’s father. “She got all the best parts of her, from him.”

“I think you had something to do with that, too, Jay. You forget, I’ve known her a long time now as well. She’s always been a spitfire, but since the two of you got together, you’ve both grown into the best versions of yourselves.”

That made Jensen relax, and he felt his genuine smile and good mood return.

“Now,” Jared said, turning Jensen to face him and adjusting the collar of his suit jacket. “It’s time to get your shoes on and get down the beach. Don’t want to leave that woman waiting for you.”

It was just about dusk as the limo pulled up to the ramp at the North End of the Seaside Boardwalk. Bri, Mama June, and Y/N exited the car and could see the top of the wedding arch down on the beach. Leo called in some help and had that portion of the boardwalk roped off so the ladies could get down to their starting point with no trouble. Y/N could hear the music on the breeze that was playing and could feel the butterflies starting up in her stomach. It wasn’t nerves, exactly, but the anxious excitement of finally starting their lives together as a married couple. She had no idea what the future was going to hold for them, but she couldn’t wait to find out.

“You ladies look amazing!” Leo exclaimed as they reached the top of the boardwalk. 

“Thanks, Leo. And thank you for all you did to make this happen up on the beach. I couldn’t imagine getting married anywhere else.”

“Oh sweetie, it’s my pleasure. You are my only niece and you know I would do anything I could to make this day perfect. I’m so honored you asked me to walk you down the aisle. I—I kinda thought after everything with your mom–”

“Leo, don’t. Today of all days, she is the last thing I want to talk about. Today, I just want to focus on becoming Mrs. Jensen Ackles. I want to eat some amazing food, listen to the band and dance with my husband and all our friends.”

“You?! You wanna dance?! We are gonna get to witness a rare sight!” Leo said with a bellowing laugh. “Today is a special day!”

The musicians down on the beach caught a glimpse of them, and kicked up the music for their cue to start the processional. Leo’s big jovial smile settled into a soft, sentimental one as he offered his elbow to his niece, and began to escort her towards the start of a brand new life.

Jensen stood nervously under the canopy of what cloth, donned with small red and white flowers, along with mini white lights that casted off an elegant glow. Knowing Jared and Robbie were standing up beside him helped a lot. But once the music began to swell, he knew it was time. Looking upwards towards the boardwalk, he saw Mama June, and Bri about ten steps behind her, moving towards the aisle that split the two sides of guests. The sun was slowly setting behind them, leaving streaks of pastels in the sky that made the moment feel even more magical than it already was. 

Then, he saw Y/N. She was still far away, but it didn’t stop his breath from catching in his chest; his heart nearly bursting with love. Bri and Mama reached the aisles, but even as they made their way down to the arch, Jensen’s eyes never left Y/N as she continued to approach. Before he knew it, she was standing in front of him, and looking more beautiful than he could have even imagined she would. He didn’t see any one specific part of her–the hair, the makeup, the dress, or even her delicate beaded sandals–but all of it all at once. All he could do was smile at her as the officiant asked who was presenting the bride to be married. He heard Leo speak up, and he could hear the officiant begin speaking, but he was speechless and barely processed what they were saying. 

Y/N handed off her bouquet to Bri, and Jensen reached for her hands as the ceremony began.

“When we have each other, we have everything,” the minister began, pausing to look at Y/N, then at Jensen. “I believe that when two people are in love with each other, you can see it in their eyes. The way they look at each other, it’s all there. Their eyes are full of admiration, of attraction, and twinkle with undying feelings for each other. Even if they didn’t say a word about it, there’s this invisible thread connecting them two. 

“Today, we are here to celebrate such a love between Jensen and Y/N. They knew it. Time, distance… nothing could separate them. Because they knew. It was right. It was real. Now, they have invited you all to witness their love, along with the exchange of vows and rings, to cement that love in front of their most beloved family and friends. In fact, their connection is so strong, they have written their own special vows in order to solidify their promise before God and all of you, of this amazing bond and lifelong partnership. 

“May I please have the rings…”

Jared reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an ivory handkerchief, revealing the rings that Jensen and Y/N had chosen. The minister took them carefully, and proceeded.

“Y/N, take this ring, and as you slide this symbol of your vow onto Jensen’s finger, remember the love and promises you speak.”

Y/N took the ring, as Jensen held out his left hand, she let out a nervous breath. 

“My dad used to say, ‘When you least expect it, something amazing will come along. Something even better than you imagined’. I never thought anyone would ever come along for me… to make me smile, laugh and capture my heart as fast as you have. Somewhere in between our text messages, our phone calls, our jokes, our laughter, and even our disagreements, I fell for you. You found parts of me I didn’t know existed and in you, I found a love that I never believed was real. Then all of a sudden, all the love songs were about you, and I found myself never wanting to be away from you. You made me believe in magic, and one by one made dreams come true I never even realized I longed for. 

<slides ring on finger>

You’re my best friend, my partner, and my truest love. I promise to encourage you and inspire you, to love you through good times and bad. I will forever be there to laugh with you, to lift you up when you’re down and to love you unconditionally through all our adventures in life.”

She tried to keep her wits about her, but watching his expression as she spoke, was too much. A few stray tears fell down her cheeks, and once the ring was on Jensen’s finger, he gently reached up to her face and wiped them away.

The minister held out the other ring to Jensen.

“Jensen, as you slide this ring onto Y/N’s finger, remember the love and promises you speak.”

He took the ring, and lovingly took her hand. 

“When I met you, I was in a place where I swore off relationships. I didn’t want to fall in love or need someone. I really didn’t want anything. But then, you appeared and I started wanting everything. You completely changed my perspective on life, and I saw hope in places where I thought it was lost forever. I wish I could explain your eyes, and how the sound of your voice gives me butterflies. How your smile makes my heart skip a beat and how every time I’m with you, I feel so complete. I’m so utterly, seriously, passionately, deliciously in love with you. I cannot imagine my life without you in it, and I never plan on having to. 

<slides ring on finger>

“You’re my best friend, my partner, and my truest love. I promise to encourage you and inspire you, to love you through good times and bad. I will forever be there to laugh with you, to lift you up when you’re down and to love you unconditionally through all our adventures in life.”

Once the ring was placed on her finger, Jensen reached out for her other hand and held them both tightly. Their eyes never once wavered from the others.

“I’ve had the privilege to get to know these two lovebirds over the last few months, and I can honestly say, I’ve never seen a couple so happy and dedicated to each other, as Jensen and Y/N are. With this exchange of rings and vows before God, your friends and your family, it gives me the greatest pleasure to announce you, husband and wife! Jensen, you may kiss your bride!”

Jensen didn’t even wait until the last word, as he pulled Y/N into him and kissed her as if there was not another soul around them. He didn’t care who was watching, or who would think it was too much for a ‘wedding kiss’. It was the first time he would kiss Y/N, as his wife, and he wanted to make it count. Holding her felt different than before, knowing now that they were married and about to embark on a crazy adventure together. He never felt happiness and contentment as he did at that moment, and the way she kissed him back, he guessed she felt the same way. 

When they finally pulled back, he took her cheeks in his hands and looked deeply into her eyes. “We did it, Trix. We finally did it!”

“Damn right, Hollywood. Now you are absolutely stuck with me,” she teased and leaned in to kiss him again. 

The guests stood from their seats and cheered in a roar of applause as they watched the happy couple link arms, and make their way back down the aisle and up towards the boardwalk to take a slew of pictures while the guests made their way down the beach to the reception set up.

By the time they were heading back to the reception, neither Jensen nor Y/N had stopped smiling. It had been a magical ceremony between the sunsetting on one side, and the crashing of the ocean waves on the other. The heavy smell of the salt air just added that extra special touch, and both of them found it almost intoxicating. The closer they grew to the reception, the more Y/N was noticing how beautiful everything looked in the late dusky evening. 

A small stage had been set up for Louden Swain to play, along with a dance floor laid out on the sand for the guests to enjoy the music. The tables, all donned with ivory linens and pale blue flowers, with white candles were set up along the perimeter of the dance floor. Even the slow glow of the fluorescent pink and blue cornhole games off to the site of the reception added to the ambient glow of the beach reception.

“I can’t believe we did the corn hole boards,” Y/N laughed, shaking her head.

“Trust me, after a few drinks, you’re gonna love it.”

“I don’t need any drinks, Jay, I am already in love with all of this. Almost as much as I’m in love with you.”

Jensen pulled her to a stop just before they stepped into the reception area. He had to kiss her again, and couldn’t imagine the day would come where he wouldn’t want to just stop everything and kiss her. 

“Hey, c’mon you two, let’s get this party started!” Robbie’s voice boomed through the mic up on the stage. “Everyone on your feet to welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Jensen Acklesssssss!”

Jensen and Y/N kept their hands together, and raised them in the air triumphantly as they made their way through the maze of tables and onto the dance floor just as Robbie led Louden Swain into their rendition of “Faithfully” by Journey for them to have their first dance.

Y/N once again passed off her bouquet to Bri, and Jensen swept her up in his arms, then slowly moved her along the dance floor. They were so close, there was not a millimeter of space between them, and as Robbie began singing the lyrics of their perfectly chosen wedding song, Jensen sang along with his lips pressed close to her ear.

“Highway run

Into the midnight sun

Wheels go round and round

You're on my mind

Restless hearts

Sleep alone tonight

Sendin' all my love

Along the wire

They say that the road ain't no place to start a family

Right down the line, it's been you and me

And lovin' a music man ain't always what it's supposed to be

Oh, girl, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully”

Y/N could feel her chest fill with so much love as his smooth, rich voice filled her ear, which only made her want to draw him somehow closer. As Robbie began the next verse on the stage, she took her turn to sing along softly, as she touched her forehead to Jensen’s and looked deep into his shining green eyes. 

“Circus life

Under the big top world

We all need the clowns

To make us smile

Through space and time

Always another show

Wonderin' where I am

Lost without you

And being apart ain't easy on this love affair

Two strangers learn to fall in love again

I get the joy of rediscovering you

Oh, babe, you stand by me

I'm forever yours

Faithfully”

They let Robbie belt out the rest of the song, and just held each other close, shutting out the world around them. As the band finished up the song, Jensen once again held up their hands in victory as their friends and families clapped, and cheered the couple on.

“Wait right here, Trix.” Jensen's sly smile made those butterflies kick up again. He looked over to Jared and gave him a nod, as Jensen kissed the back of her hand before leaving her side and heading up onto the stage. 

Once at the mic, he got a slight bit of feedback, then drew in a deep breath. “First off, I want to thank everyone for coming tonight to share this with us. It means the world to my wife and I that you traveled from all over, to this quaint little town that is very special to us. See, I met this beautiful woman on this very beach almost three years ago. From the get go, she couldn’t stand me. She thought I was arrogant, and pushy, but somehow never told me to get lost. I guess my charm and dad jokes were too much to resist.”

Y/N felt Jared come up next to her and reach out to take her hand. Confused, but excited at what was happening, she went along with him as he led her up onto the stage. 

“See, something about this place… this beach and this boardwalk… the magic of it got into me. Hell, both of us. And no matter what was gonna happen, that night I knew, I had found my wife.” Jensen paused and watched as Y/N was brought up to the stage. He turned to Robbie, gave another little nod, and the band began to play. As the music started, Jensen kept talking.

“I never in my life imagined I would meet someone like you. I heard this song not long after we met for the first time. And every word, every beat, made me think of you. When you agreed to marry me, I knew I had to sing this to you. Because you are an angel. You captivated me that night Trix, my ‘Boardwalk Angel…’”

When he began to sing the song, Y/N felt her knees go weak and heart begin to pound. She thought she had loved him with every ounce of her being before, but now, somehow, she loved him even more.

“Little girl, tonight baby don't feel blue

They lit those party lights along the avenue

You're out there on your own,

Spending all your time alone

So come on girl, tonight I want to be with you

This world has let you down till it broke your heart

But tonight's the night for a brand new start

We'll leave this world behind

When we're walking on down the line

So come on girl, let's make our dream come true

So meet me out on the boardwalk tonight

Meet me down by the sea

We can dance 'neath the carnival lights

On the shore of Jersey

We'll fall in love on a carousel

Little boardwalk angel…”

As the band played the musical interlude, Jensen grabbed her on a whim and twirled her around. Making her laugh then leaned down and kissed her sweetly before the next verse.

“So meet me out on the boardwalk tonight

Meet me down by the sea

We can dance ‘neath the carnival lights

On the shore of Jersey

We'll fall in love on a carousel

Little boardwalk angel…”

Jensen took her again, and this time, didn’t let her go until the song was over. It was his love letter to her, the perfect song he could give to his new wife, his Boardwalk Angel. From far down the beach beyond the stage, fireworks were shot up into the air, causing all of the guests, and Y/N, to Ooo and Ahh. When she looked back at Jensen, his eyes were firmly fixed on her. 

“Jensen, this is… everything” her eyes were wide with exuberance and love, and it was her turn to be speechless. 

“YOU are my everything. Trix. Don’t ever forget that.”

The rest of the reception went off without a hitch, though somewhere deep inside Jensen couldn’t help but worry that Sheila wouldn’t keep her word, and she would suddenly appear. Luckily, they enjoyed every second of it with no problems, no unexpected guests… no drama. For the first day of their lives of husband and wife, it couldn’t have been more perfect. 

As they finished their meal of boardwalk fare food, Jensen and Y/N were caught off guard by a collective clinking of glasses. They took the opportunity to lean in for a kiss, before they heard Jared’s voice come through the mic on the stage.

“Ok, ok, I think we all have seen more than enough of you two lip-locked. I mean, get a room, man. There’s kids here!” A ripple of laughter went through the guests, just making them clink the glasses again. Jared waited for his best friend to kiss the bride one more time before continuing his speech.

“When Jensen told me he was getting married, and asked me to be his best man, I knew I would have to give some kind of speech. After a few drafts filled with shots at him, ya know, just cause, I realized that I really did want to say something more meaningful. I, however, am not a writer or a poet. So I tried to find something that really resonated with me when I thought of my best friend and the woman he loves. Luckily, my beautiful wife and I came across a poem written by N.R. Hart called, ‘Unexpected’, and as I read it, I knew this was it.”

Jared cleared his throat and pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his pants. He drew in a deep breath and looked over towards the happy couple. 

‘She’s the girl you never saw coming. The unexpected one who calms you, centers you, and still she turns out to be the surprise love of your life. She’s your best friend, lover, and soulmate all wrapped up in the prettiest package. She is unforgettable, she is like no one, which is why you are addicted to her; her mind, her soul. You can’t get her out of your system. You taste her and she runs through you like blood and fire. She never leaves you no matter what, because she too, knows how rare the connection is. You have never had anyone stick by you like that before. She is the safest place you have ever known. You are soft for her no matter how hard life gets, she is there and your feelings never change. She loves you fiercely and you feel her love deep in your bones; in your soul. She is the one who makes you feel whole in a way you never have before and that terrifies you. But what terrifies you even more… is losing her.’

“I was there when you first saw her, and I’ve been there to watch the two of you fall in love, and be petrified of it in your own ways. I’ve seen you get through some very hard times, and make some incredible memories. In all that time, what I saw most was how perfectly fitted you are for each other. Yes, Y/N was an unexpected surprise in Jensen’s life, but so was he in hers. So, let’s raise our glasses, to the most perfectly paired, yet unexpected couple I’ve ever known… Jensen and Y/N Ackles! I wish you all the beauty and magic the world has to offer, and I am excited to be there, to keep witnessing it all! Salute!”

The sun had finally set, leaving the stars to make their appearance in the night sky. The reception was still in full swing, but both Jensen and Y/N knew it was time to take their leave. They had made the rounds to all the tables, talked to every guest and thanked them for being a part of such an amazing day. While the party had been a great time, all Jensen could think about was getting his wife back to their bungalow. He was anxious to give her the honeymoon gift, then help her get out of the dress and take her to bed. They had been together intimately so many times in the past, but tonight would be different. Tonight, it would be as man and wife; something they had both wanted for a very long time. 

There was a moment where no one was really paying attention to the bride and groom, so they thought they would take the chance, and start walking down the beach towards the Bungalow. 

“Think we could make a run for it without anyone noticing?” Jensen whispered in her ear, leaving a little nip of a kiss on her earlobe.

“Oh,” she mewed and leaned into him, suddenly wanting nothing more than to be alone with her husband, “I think so… But, I need to grab something from Bri, first.”

Jensen pouted a little. “If you do that now, she’s gonna stop us.”

“No, she won’t. I already told her this morning we may sneak off towards the end of the party.”

“Good thinkin’, Trix. Ok, go do what you gotta, and hurry back. I need to have you, now.” The last word was more of a growl, which sent a bolt of luscious goosebumps down her whole body.

Biting her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come, she gave him a quick nod and went off to find Briana. Her bridesmaid and best friend was over near the cornhole boards throwing bags with Robbie. 

“Hey Bri!” Y/N said as she approached. “It’s that time.” The knowing tone and wink prompted Briana to reach between her cleavage and withdraw a small wooden box. 

“That’s where you kept it?” Y/N asked, unable to hold back a laugh. 

“Well, not like this dress has pockets! Don’t get me wrong, they were a gorgeous choice, but… pockets!”

“Fair enough,” Y/N said as she took the small wooden box. 

Looking over at Robbie, who was watching with confused curiosity, she smiled his way. “Robert… I cannot thank you enough for everything you have done. Not just for tonight, but for Jensen and I. Thank you for becoming such a big part of my life, and being the big brother I never really had.” 

Y/N hadn’t planned on getting mushy with Robbie, but the emotional high of the day made it difficult to hold anything back. “When my dad died, and my actual brother became a memory, I never thought I’d have a real family again. But, you, Bri… all of you, have done more for me and loved me harder, than anyone has. I don’t know where I’d be without you.”

Her words left Robbie speechless. He had been one of the few at the wedding that had been able to keep a dry eye, until now. 

“Awe, kiddo, I don’t know what to say other than, I love you to bits. You may be Jensen’s wife now, but you’ll always be so damn special to me. I will never, ever, not be here for you.” Robbie dropped the game bags and gave Y/N a tight embrace.

“Alright mister, let the girl go. Her and her man have some business to attend to,” Bri said as she tried to pry them apart. “Go, quick, before you get roped into another emotional filled mess!”

Y/N laughed and blew them both a kiss. “I really do love you both. And you both better come and visit us in Austin when we finally move into the new house.”

“Please, like you could stop me. I just hope somewhere in that mansion y’all bought there will be a studio.”

“Of course there will be… and there’s no one I want more in that producer’s chair, than you.”

With one last wave, Y/N took her small wooden box and headed down towards the ocean where Jensen stood, hands in his pockets and looking out over the waves at the reflection of the full moon on the water.

“Ok, let’s go!” Y/N said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the bungalow.

Once they had the party far in the rearview, and the world was quiet around them, Y/N stopped Jensen from going any further.

“I know you wanted to surprise me with the honeymoon. Which, I cannot wait to go, wherever we’re going. But this… this is my gift to you.” Y/N held out the box with a shaky hand, only able to see his expression because of the bright summer moon.

Jensen didn’t say a word, but gently took the box and held it up so he could see the inscription on the top of the mahganony box. It was a simple “A” carved on the top of the box, which made him smile.

“Open it,” she prompted, and could feel that earlier bout of nerves starting to bubble up.

Jensen found a swing latch and moved the cover off to the side. Again, using the light of the moon, he found what was inside and pulled out a glossy, mahogany guitar pick. He let his finger tips brush along its smooth surface, but paused when he felt more engraving on the back side. He read what was inscribed there and his jaw fell open. His eyes finding hers in the moonlight above.

“Are you serious?” he asked, then swallowed thickly, looking at the pick again. 

Inscribed on the one side, it said “#1 Dad”.

“Are you? I mean, is this for future hope or…?” Jensen stuttered, unsure of what to say, or what it meant.

“Yes, for the future, but also, yes, I’m serious. I found out a week ago… I’m pregnant. And so far, everything is absolutely perfect.” 

“But, the doc said…”

“I know, but he was wrong, because… well, I am,” she laughed. 

This time it was Jensen who couldn’t hold back the emotion that was about to burst from the seams. Still holding the box and the pick, he grabbed her around her waist and lifted her up into a tight embrace. He planted a kiss on her that rivaled the one at their ceremony hours earlier.

“Trix… I just… I didn’t think this could happen!”

“Me either,” she replied, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. “I just hope this doesn’t hurt the plans you made for the honeymoon.” Her mischievous smile made him laugh. 

“No… well… a little. But that’s okay, because holy shit we’re gonna have a baby!!” He spun her around again, then gently put her down before turning towards the ocean. “We are having a BABY!”

From close by a little further down the beach, the familiar sounds of Frank Sinatra were carried on the breeze. “That’s Life”, one of her favorites, began to hit their ears and it couldn’t have been more perfect timing. 

“Married, an amazing honeymoon, a new house, a new adventure together in making music, and now, a new baby…” Jensen mused, unable to wipe the grin from his face. “Baby, you have given me so damn much, how could I ever repay you…”

“Love me, Jensen. And don’t ever stop.”

Jensen carefully put the guitar pick back in the box, closed the lid and placed it back in his pocket. Without warning, he swept her up off her feet and carried her back to the bungalow. Just as they got to the front door, he placed her back on her own feet. He went to open the door, but hesitated for a brief moment.

“I don’t think I could ever stop loving you, even if I tried.”

“You better, because I love you with every bit of me, and so does she.” Y/N rested her hand against the bottom of her belly.

“Her? You know that for sure?”

“No, just a gut instinct,” she said with a smile. “And I know I haven’t trusted my instincts in the past. But because of you, now I can. Because of you, I have hope and faith that anything is possible.”

“I really did fall in love with you that first night.”

Y/N smiled softly, and lovingly caressed the side of his face. “I know, I fell in love with you then, too. It’s why I told you that story about my Dad and Joy to the World. I knew then somewhere deep inside me that somehow, someday, we would be here.”

“It's you and me, Trix. You and me against the world,” he smiled and leaned in to kiss her.

Y/N reached out for his hand and rested it on her slightly swollen belly. “Us… it's us against the world, Hollywood.”

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Daddy, I’m afraid...

The sky turned black as midnight in just a few moments. The wind was howling, and clouds were spinning. Rain was falling so hard you couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of you. Thunder shook the house, and lightening bolted across the sky every few seconds. From my perch on a chair by the living room window, I was bent nearly in half trying to see the sky - looking for funnel clouds.

These spring storms in Texas would pop up out of nowhere, and in the 1960′s, we didn’t have the advancement in weather technology and warnings that we have today. I wasn’t much bigger than a toddler, and terrified of storms. Even the slightest rainfall would send me into absolute terror for fear of a tornado that I knew could destroy our family and our home.

This storm was a bad one. The power was already out, and a transistor radio was blaring static-y warnings in the kitchen. Everyone in the family had a flashlight (except for me), and my mattress was already propped up in the hallway outside the bathroom, while the tub was lined with blankets.

Mama was fussing around gathering everything together that needed to be moved to a safer location, and Wally and I watched on with rapt attention. Daddy had been outside on the sidewalk in the rain watching the sky. I was scared for me, but I was more scared for him. I was crying uncontrollably, and yelling for him to come back inside the (presumed) safety of the house to bunker down with the rest of us and wait out the storm.

After a few minutes he rushed back in and gave Mama a nod - and she quickly started barking orders in her ‘drill sergeant’ voice - to take shelter. ‘Get in the bath tub now!’ Wally immediately ran to the bathroom, and all but jumped into the tub. I on the other hand, had a complete and total 4 year old meltdown, frozen in place crying and screaming while the lightening and thunder increased and tornado sirens blasted through the neighborhood. I was immediately scooped up in Daddy’s strong arms, and he clutched me tightly to his chest and put me in the tub. I can’t remember if Mama got in with us or not, but Daddy didn’t. He put the mattress over us, and held my hand - crouched down beside the tub. I was still terrified and crying, but he held my hand with one hand, and cupped my face with the other.

He lifted the mattress enough for me to see him, and looked right into my eyes.

‘Daddy, I’m afraid!’

He smiled at me - even during a desperate situation, and said - ‘Lauri, baby girl, do I look afraid?’

I looked deeply into his light blue eyes, looking for traces of fear. In the next moments that passed, I never saw anything resembling fear at all. He was calm, at peace and fearless. ‘No Daddy. You don’t look afraid at all’. His next words would turn out to be words that I would never forget… ‘Baby, when you see me afraid, then you can be afraid.’

Dear Daddy,

I know that the disease that has ravaged you - torments and plays tricks with your emotions. I know you are so confused and fearful of what lies ahead. During the last 6 months you have beaten all odds and have even improved far beyond what the doctors can explain. But I also know that despite my prayers to the contrary, God isn’t going to let us keep you with us. It simply wouldn’t be fair to you. He has graced us with several more months of beautiful moments and new memories of an amazing father who simply won’t give up. And we will cherish these days until we are reunited with you again in Heaven. What a day that will be.

I know you are afraid. But after praying to my heavenly Father today about my earthly one…. He reminded me of how your strength and words of assurance kept me through that storm so long ago. You gave me the courage that day to lay down my fear and pick up your faith.

So I am repeating your words that you can’t possibly remember back to you today. Daddy, the next step in your journey is secure. I know what comes after the storm, even if you can’t see it. And even at 80 years old, end stage Alzheimer’s, and recurrent kidney failure….your future has never looked brighter.

When you see me afraid…. then you can be afraid.

And I am not afraid…

#alzheimersawareness #daddysgirl

[little-diable]

Only her - Spencer Reid (smut)

Just a small drabble to get you guys (and myself) through the weekend. Also its @playboysbunny wedding day, so, I dedicate this to you my fellow Spencer lover. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Some sweet lovemaking in the early morning hours.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, oral (f), fluff

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Heat engulfed her, danced along her naked limbs, stroking the marks her body was covered in. Spencer had his front pressed against her side, curls tickling her throat, clinging to her like a baby needing to feel his mother close. The invisible bond that kept them chained together strengthened with every rising of the sun, keeping them bound to one another.

The day had just begun, the sun was painting the horizon in a deep red, allowing (y/n) to linger for a moment or two. Another case would keep them on their toes, would force them apart as they would protect the ones in need. But in this very moment only their time together counted, they couldn’t afford to worry about the what if’s, not when every day could be their last.

Mornings like these were rare for the couple, though not unwelcomed. (Y/n) loved to feel Spencer near, breathing calmly into the crook of her neck, not plagued by nightmares or reminders of the past days, though content and safe. Both needed to feel one another after tiring cases, needing to know that at the end of the day they would still have their significant other wrapped around their frame.

Carefully she let go of him, stretching her body to shake off her tiredness before she pulled his shirt over her head. Her naked feet tapped against the cold floor, carrying her into their kitchen, towards the coffee machine she called her best friend. Spencer groaned as he followed her, eyes still half closed to hold onto the all too comforting warmth sleep had brought upon him.

“Morning,” he pulled her in for a kiss, tongue running along her lower lip. But (y/n) gently pushed him away, mumbling something along the lines of “morning breath”. He felt needy, wanting to run his fingers up her sides, to explore the soft skin he would shower in kisses at any given chance.

A shriek bled from her lips as Spencer picked her up and placed her on their kitchen island, standing between her thighs, staring down onto her shirt covered chest. The shirt acted like a film of dust covering the spine of an expensive book to keep its secrets hidden from nosy eyes, like a butterfly flapping its wings to rise into the air above.

“I need to feel you, can I?” Spencer’s hands moved up her thighs, creeping closer to her heat, eyes trained onto her exposed cunt, the glistening wetness he wanted to feast from. (Y/n) nodded her head, eyes fluttering close to fully focus on the feeling of his plush lips kissing her skin.

As if he was working a case, he began to eat her out, his hands were experienced enough to pin her down onto the tabletop, shoulders keeping her thighs spread for him to linger down there. He didn’t hesitate once, ran through the routine that would push (y/n) over the edge in no time.

“Fuck, Spence’, feels so good.” Her lips moved, though her brain couldn’t catch up with the words that flooded from them. Pleasure dampened her brain, covering it like a wet towel wanting to cool down burn marks left on her skin. Her orgasm began to crawl closer as if it was rainwater that kept crashing down to the floor, rising from the ground.

His tongue brushed through her slit, scooping up drops of her arousal, while his thumb rubbed her clit. It was easy, oh so easy, to pleasure her, to coax the most sinful sounds out of her mouth. She was perfect for him, not just behind closed doors, but in those intimate moments, Spencer found himself reminded once again, that she was his salvation, his saving grace.

“Look at me when you cum.” The vibrations from his words trembled on her skin, eyes struggling to find his as the coil inside her began to tighten. A cry left her, back struggling not to arch her off the island, but his hands kept her pinned down.

(Y/n)’s orgasm clashed through her, danced through her limbs, shaking every single one of her bones. Her pants filled the kitchen, drowning out the sound of her coffee brewing in the  distance, even managing to distract her from the heavenly scent that began to wrap itself around the couple.

“Thank you,” a chuckle left her, hands combing through his locks as Spencer began to stretch back, towering over her. His bulge twitched against his boxers, begging her to touch him, to pump him with her nimble fingers before he would dive into her tightness.

But Spencer was too impatient, couldn’t wait any longer, he had to feel her, had to pound into her as he would do on most nights and mornings.

“I love you,” he pulled her in for a kiss, upper body momentarily leaving the hard surface. (Y/n)’s reply got swallowed by the moan that clawed through her, walls clamping down on his cock.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.” Spencer kept her pressed to his body, hips jerking against hers, forcing his cock into her tightness with every thrust. Their bodies danced together, swayed back and forth in the most intimate way one could imagine.

“You feel so good, so pretty wrapped around my cock.” His words left her heart pounding, shaking in pleasure, ready to burst into the morning atmosphere. Clouds of fog were covering the city, keeping the lovers hidden in their shadow, allowing them to let their sounds claw through them without any shame.

Spencer was burning her from inside out, a fire she found herself worshipping, a fire she didn’t find herself fleeting from, though chasing it with her mind set on its flames that would consume every part of her body. It was annihilating her, an insanity both found comfort in as time seemed to stand still.

“Wish I could stay buried in your cunt.” Spencer spoke with his eyes closed, desperate to chase the high he needed to make it through another day filled with murder and despair. Only (y/n) could take away his sorrows, only (y/n) could make him feel like he was loved and cherished, only (y/n) could save him.

With his hand fisting her hair he pulled her in for a kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth, not giving her any chance to move away from him. Her breaths fell short, no longer able to pump any air through her burning lungs, the ache shot shudders right down her clit, making her walls flutter in pleasure. She squeezed his cock with every pump of his, teasing him, wondering how long he could drag out his spiel.

“Spence, I want you to-” his tip hit her sweet spot, cutting her words short for a second. Her moan left her, like a prayer, like a call in the middle of the night, begging whoever was out there to care for her. “I want you to fill me up, please.”

The words left his cock twitching in anticipation. Every now and then they’ve talked about taking the next step, to try for a baby, without any pressure nor expectations chasing them.

But hearing her say those words pushed him into a mindset he had never found himself in before. Pictures of (y/n) with a round belly filled his mind, the skin that would stretch as she would carry his child, thoughts that threatened to hurl him straight off the edge.

“Yeah? Want me to breed you, to fill your tight cunt?” His raspy voice met her skin like a snowflake tumbling to the ground, making earth freeze for a second. (Y/n) moaned his name as her body began to shake, her second orgasm of the morning rocked through her, walls clamping down on his cock like a vice.

Spencer kept on fucking her, slamming into her over and over again till he felt her fall limp in his grasp, only then he allowed his body to let go. His cum filled her, painted her walls white with heavy, hot ropes.

“Fuck, are you okay?” Spencer murmured against her hairline, smiling as she wordlessly nodded her head, legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. Both would stay like this for a few more moments, basking in one another’s company, hoping that the day would stay calm and quiet, just like their morning.

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[voltagesmutter]

The Dickening.

Kink: Masochism || Hair-pulling || Orgy 

Pairing: 7 Demons x MC (F) [Lucifer x MC, Mammon x MC, Leviathan x MC, Satan x MC, Asmo x MC, Beelzebub x Belphegor x MC]. 

Fandom: Obey Me.

Warning: Fingering, Oral (Male and female), vaginal sex,   over-stimulation, breath-play, multiple-partners, spit-roasting, marking, rough-play, internal cum-shot, aphrodisiac. 

Day 14 of  @alloveroliver​.

Including prompts from @xxsycamore​​​

Thank you once more to @theinariakuma​​, @crystal13unny​​ and @andinewton​​​ for beta-ing (You are all angels).

Part 2

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“These should… help with the process,” Lucifer presented to you a table full of different bottles. Half of them glistening pink with shimmers of glitter, the others sky-blue with swirls of green inside. “The pink should help to… how do I put this… give additional help for you to ease the entry,” Lucifer turned slightly red as he gestured to the bottles.

“It’s an aphrodisiac sweetie,” Asmo giggled, “It will help you to take us,”.

“T-Take us? How big exactly are you!”  You questioned, eye’s widening as a blush took over your face.

“Well speaking for myself, you’ll need a whole bottle, maybe two,” He winks in response to you, causing a shot of arousal to tingle down your spine, thighs clenching in anticipation. “Oh sweetie, you already smell so good, I can’t wait to simply taste your delicate flower,” Asmo already sensed your arousal as he ran a hand up your thigh, causing a hitched breath from you. 

“Hey hands off my human! Once I’m done with her, she’ll simply be begging for me and forget about the rest of ya,” Mammon huffed, a pink tint to his cheeks as he caught your eye. When you turned back to face Lucifer, Mammon made a gesture with his fingers in the shapes of ‘L’s to try to show to his brothers just how big his cock was. 

“Anyway,” Lucifer rolled his eyes at the annoyance of being interrupted, “The blue is for afterwards, I dare say my brothers might get a bit handsy during their time and I want, - I mean we want no discomfort on your behalf, any bruises, marks, bites, any… of their…” Lucifer went redder and redder as he spoke. 

“Basically we can cum in ya with no worries,” Beelzebub finally took over, “Of course if that's okay with you,”. 

“As Beelze so crudely put it, but what he said is true, there is no fear of any… mistakes happening, in heat our product tends to be extremely fertile and urges take over, when we… well you know,” Lucifer once again fading out. You can’t help but try not to laugh at his awkwardness, but this is clearly new territory to his and them all as it is to you. “Solomon has worked tirelessly to perfect these, you have nothing to fear, I assure you,”.

“Okay,” You nod with a swallow, “So how does this work? Are you all, like at the same time?”.

“No,” Lucifer quickly interrupts your question, “No, heat will last over the next week, each of my brothers have chosen a day to spend with you as long as you wish to continue,”.

“We wanted to give you a day of rest so me and Beelze have shared a day,” Belphegor perked up. “I hope you handle two demon cocks at the same time princess,” He whispers into your ear as he leans over your shoulder, causing a deep blush to rise on you. The remaining brothers protesting to see it and yell at Belph to get off you.

“I apologise for him, he always seems to be most affected when the build up starts,” Lucifer scowls as Belph quickly pulls back from you. “Is there anything?”.

“No, that's all,” You smile softly as Lucifer takes your hand and gently squeezes it, his own kind smile matching yours, “I- I know you guys won’t hurt me, I trust you,”.

-

It was a rare time in the house of Lamentation, for the first time ever all the brothers' heat were syncing up to take place over the same week. Normally they had separate weeks spread throughout the year, only this time heat week occurred from the eldest to the youngest. And to make matters worse, you, their little precious human, was there. They all knew heat was coming two weeks before it started, intolerable lust coursing through their veins, extra sensitive to smell, being in demon form without any control. All were suffering.

Lucifer had offered for you to stay with Solomon, but his at times harsh humour and persona would make it a very un-enjoyable week. In all honesty you wanted to help the brothers, they did so much for you that you were desperate to give back.

You couldn’t even deny the sexual tension between each and everyone of them. As if each one wanted to claim you, pact with you, but couldn’t due to their brothers. It lingered thick in the air, a too long touch of the hand from Satan, a heated gaze from Lucifer when no one was looking, a playful grab to your ass from Mammon. All little things that held value to you, cherished moments and feelings towards them all.

So when you awoke a week before their heat, all of their faces shocked at your words during the morning meeting over breakfast, “Well, what if I help you?” After some much needed discussion, Mammon, Levi and Asmo needing no persuasion, you came to an agreement with the brothers.

And that is how you found yourself being prepared to be the ultimate sex toy amongst six devilishly handsome demons. 

-

Day One:

Lucifer was right, the potion you drank in the morning had sent your nerves alight, heat and want pulsing throughout your body. Your stomach twisted in knots, arousal shooting straight down your spine and to your core.  

With bated breath you made your way to Beelzebub and Belphegor’s room, dressed in only a thin tank top and shorts. You didn’t even make it to the door where it was flung open, Beel eagerly licking his lips, eyes the colour of the galaxy now swarmed with a clear lusting cover. 

“I could smell you all the way down the corridor,” He hummed, holding your waist and pulling you into his room, his face buried in your neck, “You smell delicious, almost too good to eat,”. A groan comes from the other side of the room, Belphegor sat atop of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a sly grin. Both were already in their demonic forms, heads adorned with onyx horns as iridescent wings slowly fanned the room. A thick tail with hair fanned out at the bottom twitched occasionally as they undressed you with their eyes. 

There was no time for formalities or jokes in the situation, you were here to help them with heat and that was exactly what you were going to do. Clothes dispersed around the room, two sets of hands stripping them off you as fingers touched every inch of your freshly exposed skin. Sandwiched between the two, lips fighting a tongue battle with Beel as Belphie sucked on your neck, leaving red growing marks in their wake. The size of their cocks had made you clench over nothing, both long with thick girths, Belphies with a thick meaty vein running from base to tip on the underside. They both growled to see your eyes widen at them, red-hot and pulsing with need.

“You're so wet already,” Belphie hummed lowly into your ear, the soft brush of his tail grazing between your spread legs to feel the wetness already at your slit, before sinking his teeth into your lower lobe. You moaned into Beels mouth, unsure of whose fingers were running circle motions over your clit whilst two more pushed straight into you. 

A sharp hand in your hair turned your face to the side so Belphie could kiss you, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, leaving it red and bruised as he sucked on it before releasing with a lewd pop. Beel kissed his way down your torso before dropping to his knees. The fingers on your clit stopped at he slid them to your ankle to grip it gently and lift your leg to rest on his shoulder. 

“Fuck you smell so good,” He muttered bringing his nose to your exposed flesh and inhaling deeply. The tiniest flick of his tongue over your clit sent you clenching over Belphie’s fingers causing a hiss from the demon behind you. 

‘Move!” Beel growled at his brother's fingers as he licked a long stripe from where they entered you to the end of your clit. 

“I wanna make her cum first,” Belphie hissed, pulling himself away from the red-marks he was leaving along your neck, moving his fingers to curl inside you. You let out a whimper, the potion inside you drastically increasing your sensitivity. Every little touch, breath or noise was tenfold the usual, your skin and blood on fire as you craved more and more. 

“Please,” You whimpered, “Please I need more.” The two brothers exchanged a nod in silence, both of them stepping away as you whined at the loss, only for them to guide you onto one of their beds. From there they lay you down on your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed. Beel sat between your spread thighs whilst Belphie stood in front of you. His cock right in your eye-line as you stared up at it with hooded eyes, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“Now be a good princess,” Belphie cooed softly as you let out a high pitched whine to feel Beel already with his head between your thighs, licking and sucking on your heated flesh like it was his first meal of his life, “Let Beel eat that pretty little pussy of yours whilst I fuck your pretty little mouth.” His cock already in your mouth by the time he finished his sentence, groaning loudly to see your lips stretch as he pushed more of him into you. 

It was awkward in the position to move your head, letting Belphie cup the back of your head where it met your neck as he thrusted into your mouth with wild abandonment. “Oh you can take more, I know you can,” The pink liquid you had taken helped to ease the motion as his head hit the back of your throat, choking you slightly without the repercussion of a gag-reflex. One hand grasped on his thigh while the other sought purchase in Beelze's hair, tugging and grasping at each movement of his tongue.

Saliva pooled in your mouth, running down your face each time he thrusted out and back in, a twisted smile on his face as he kept his eyes focused on you at all times. A humming growl of primal instinct came as he thrust faster, watching the outline of his cock at the top of your throat appear and disappear each time. 

Your throat tightened as Beel’s tongue thrusted into your core after such teasing of his tongue over your clit causing your eyes to widen and a low groan to roll in your throat.. 

“Do that again and I’ll cum.” Belphie groaned with his head tossed back, a particular harsher thrust down your throat as you attempted to swallow the pre-cum already releasing from him. 

Beel did the action again, this time curling his tongue which made your back arch off the bed, thighs pushing tightly against either side of his head. The grip in his hair tightened, anchoring him in place to where you needed him most. You were already so close. You hummed again but this time louder, the vibrations of your enclosed throat proving to be too much as Belphie gripped your head tightly, pushing his cock to be fully hilted inside you as you choked around him once more as he came. Hot-white salted release dribbling down the back of your throat, filling your mouth to the point it leaked from your lips leaving a trail of essence and saliva down your mouth.

“What a pretty sight princess, what a good girl you are taking all of me like that,” Belphie running his thumb along your cheek as you tried to catch your breath but mewls fell from it as Beel tongue fucked you harder. Belphie dropped to his knees, leaning your chest up and resting your head on his shoulder as he cupped your breasts, tugging sharply at your nipples causing another moan and buck of the hips from you to Beel’s face. The angle Belphie put you in gave you a perfect view of the ginger brother between your thighs. The hand now free from Belphie’s thigh joined the other to grasp Beelze’s hair, clutching to it to ground you as he brought you closer and closer to ecstasy. “Now be even better and cum all over his face,”.

It didn’t take much more than those words and Beel’s heated gaze as he peered up from between your thighs whilst his tongue twisted and curled inside you to find a release. Only you didn’t cum. 

Hot arousal pulsed from within you, starting from your scalp down to your toes as your back arched full of Belphie, fingers now twisting into the bed sheets below. Your hips bucked wildly as you cried out, core pulsing tighter and tighter.  Your eyes screwed shut as you collapsed back down, ragged breaths from you and deep monstrous groans from the two brothers. Only when you open your eyes did you realise what had happened. 

You’d squirted. 

Something you didn’t know you were able to do, all over Beel’s face which was dripping down onto his godly-defined torso. The sight itself made you clench and thighs clamp together. 

A snarl came from Beel, as Belphie continued to thumb over your nipples, gripping your thighs and wrenching them open as he knelt back between them. One hand keeping them open as the other wrapped around his throbbing cock, his eyes focused on your pulsing core before moving up to whine at your cum stained mouth which was still dripping with Belphies release. His wings fluttered quickly, the horns embedded in his orange hair seemed to throb in time to his cock. Two quick jerks, a deep groan and Beel found his release, spewing hot seed onto your stomach and thighs. 

His cock still stood solid after as had Belphies, arousal still high in the air between all three of you as you realised none of you would be satisfied until you were passing out.

“I can’t wait to feel you squirt all over my cock,” Belphie groaned into your ear followed by a groan from Beel as they moved you into position on your hands and knees.

-

Day two:

The bites and marks the two brothers had left all over your skin were no-longer visible the following morning, the seed that filled you to the point of dripping from you was also gone. No aches, no pains, nothing. 

“I trust my brothers treated you well yesterday?” Leviathan asked when you turned up to his room, inspecting your skin for any marks or bruises.

“Yes, Beel and Belphi-!” You started only to be cut off as Leviathan pinned you to the solid oak door.

“Oh normie, normie, normie,” He chuckled darkly, his orange eyes burning into your soul as they hinted a darkness behind them, “Don’t you know who you're dealing with?” His tail snaked up around your abdomen before curling gently around your neck, “Don’t ever mention another man's name when in my presence.” followed by a light squeeze to your neck. 

The avatar of envy for clear reasons.

Levi led you over to his bed, a bathtub now filled with water and the heavenly scent of rose. Your normally shy friend wasted no time, pulling you to him as he kissed you softly, holding you close to him as he gently tugged at your clothes. “Off!’ He whispered as he bit your lip before pulling back, pulling off the large hoodie he was wearing along with jeans with pure commando underneath. You couldn’t help but gasp to see the already-semi he’d gotten, although between your thighs were also already wet.

He helped you into the water, lying down as he pulled you to straddle him, his lips already re-attaching to yours as his hands fondled your breasts. The snake-like feel of his tail inching up your thighs to brush against your sex, both of you hissing at the feel of it. Thick and smooth. 

He moved one hand down to cup your ass, whilst the other held your waist as he moved hot kisses down to your collarbone, a sharp bite every now and then before focusing his attention on your breasts. Capturing them in his mouth as he sucked on a nipple, sharp teeth grazing over them as you threw your head back, unable to stop yourself from grinding over his tail that rested against your clit. 

“Oh Levi…” You moaned out, the gentle push of the tip of his tail into your core. Never had you felt something like this, warm yet cold, thicker and thicker it went as he slowly pushed more into you, stretching you ready for the girth of his cock. You cling to his shoulders for support as he thrusts slowly in and out until your arousal runs down his tail and mixes into the water below.  

Heat rose to your cheeks as the tip of his tail curled inside you, searching until-

“Oh!” You cried out, clenching tightly as he found the spot he was looking for. 

“I want you to cum on my tail,” He groaned against your skin, continuing to repeatedly hit that spot over and over again. Your vision flooded with stars, breaths becoming more sparse with each second as you grinded down against his movements.

“I- I wanna...Levi...I,” You whimper, scratching red marks down his chest, the pit of your stomach dropping as the coil tightened like your muscles around him.

“Words baby, tell me,” He gently pushed a piece of hair stuck to your sweating forehead behind your ear. 

“I wanna cum on your cock…” Embarrassment pushed to the side as you felt him still for a mere second. A lowly chuckle fell from his lips, sitting up in the water to slap your ass before squeezing it.

“Begging to be fucked already I see?” He sucks on your lower lobe, “You good girl.” The motion of his tail quickens, bringing on your orgasm in rushed speed as you wither in his hold, circling your hips as they buck against him. Head thrown back with a trail of sweat running down your back as you collapse against his chest. “Now,” He pulls his tail out of you as you whimper slightly, only to have the head of his cock pushing into you, “You can come on my cock,”. He pushed into you slowly, he was thick with a stretch that still burned slightly even with the potion and you were still sensitive from your orgasm. 

“L-Levi! S-Stop!” You gasp, pushing your hand to his chest as he completely stilled, even in heat a demon knew ‘no’. 

“Is everything okay? Should I pull out? I-I,” Levi’s normal persona slipping through the cracks of his heat, cock still buried partly inside you. 

“N-no I, I’m gonna cum,” You say in short breaths, focusing your hardest not to move as his cock currently pressed against a spot inside you that was about to have you undone in seconds. 

“Oh baby girl,” He grins with a cheshire smile, “Then cum.”. With that he shallowly thrusts into the same spot, the angle of his cock, the throbbing of his head, the push of his tail against your clit sent you hurtling off the edge with only half of his cock inside you. You convulsed around him, squeezing him as you pulsed, only for him to push further into you, fighting against your tightening walls. Your head dropped to his shoulder moaning loudly, your chest pressed to his as he held your hips to guide you into a grind. You whimpered from over-sensitivity, tears pooling in your eyes as you glanced up to see Levi smirking down at you. 

“Don’t worry baby,” He thrusted into the grind, tail never slowing its movements on your clit as you spasmed over him, “I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.” Thrusting into you at a speed where water splashed out of the side, another wave of pleasure hit you as you bonelessly collapsed against him, letting orgasm after orgasm wave across you until your mind was blank.

-

Day 3:

Sore muscle? None.

Imprints around your neck from where Levi’s tail had gripped you? None.

You woke up the next morning to an ache between your thighs, as if you were already desperate to be filled once more by another brother. 

Only it turned out the ache wasn’t purely from you.

“Good morning sweetie,” Rose studded eyes peering from between your thighs as you looked down, Asmo with his chin and mouth slick, “I must say I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to wake up after the way you’ve been calling out for me all morning,”. You can feel the slickness already dripping down your thighs and ruining your bedsheets.

“Asmo…” You wither, throwing your head back as a long stripe of his tongue started from your core to your clit, a hum of approval as he does. You try to reach down and bury your fingers in his hair but a cold movement stops you, your hands bound by handcuffs to the bed. 

“Sorry sweetie, but the way you were tugging my hair, I was going to lose control,” Followed by a gentle nip to your thigh. 

“How long-... how long have you.. fuck,” You whimper, pushing your heels down as you feel two fingers thrusting into you, the sound of wet arousal already filling your room.

“Three my dove, and I think,” He twists his fingers causing your back to arch with a pleasant sigh, “Your about to give me a fourth.” And just like that you came again around his fingers, crying out to feel your walls tense and pulse. “I knew you would taste sweet.” He whispered against your clit, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his tongue. Curling the lengthy muscle inside you to lap up all your sweet release. 

“Looks like the aphrodisiac is starting to work on you.” He teases, head still buried between your thighs as you turn to see two empty bottles of it beside you, Asmo had clearly poured them into your mouth whilst you were asleep. Not that you minded, this was a beyond pleasant way to wake up.

“Asmo!” Hips bucking, fists tugging against the steel of the cuffs around you, “More, god please more.” The lips around your lower ones suck once before releasing with a wet pop. 

“Oh sweetie…” He hums, pulling himself away, crawling slowly up your body to press his wet lips against your ear, “There is no god here, there is only me.” Your eyes widen to feel the heated length sliding against your folds, coaxing himself in your arousal. He leans over to press a kiss to your lips, tongue running around your lower before pulling back. “You taste like sweet berries,” He giggles. “Now,” He strokes a finger down your arm before it meets the handcuffs, “Shall I take these off… oh I guess I’ll leave them on then”. Half through his sentence you shook your head, a meek ‘Please keep them on’ came from you. 

Kneeling up, Asmo kept himself between your parted legs as he stroked himself. You let out a whimper to see him-

-Asmo was right, you definitely needed two bottles to take him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Asmo stroked your thigh as if sensing your nerves at his size. The stretch of him as he pushed in brought tears to your eyes, the drag of him against your velvet walls sent a heat across your body. Cheeks rising as you panted already, the feeling of being so full as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. His name fell over and over from your mouth as he pulled back to thrust forward, the squeak of the bed growing louder with each quickening thrust. His hands gripped on to your waist as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you, your ass resting upon his thighs. 

“You feel so good,” Asmo rolled his hips into you, hitting every sweet spot inside you that made you sing out to him.

“Oh… fuck Asmo… harder.” You moaned beneath him, digging your heels into his lower back to spur him on.

A chuckle isn’t the reaction you expected. 

“You want it harder sweetie? My beautiful little human likes it rough?” He teased, peering down to watch you nod eagerly.

“Oh sweetie.” He smirked, hoisting your legs off of him and throwing them over his shoulders as he slammed into you, hands tightly holding your ankles. Your heated screams of pleasure were drowned out by the headboard shunting against the wall, the mattress struggling to cope with the roughening thrusts. Springs beneath you threatening to snap, like the coil within you that was already on the verge of breaking. 

The position of your hands above you gave him a perfect view of the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, admiring the way they slapped against your skin like the way his hips did against yours. 

“Gonna… gonna cum Asmo…” You groaned, back raising off the bed as your thighs began to tremble. Within the next breath Asmo pulled out and flipped you over, pulling your hips up as he thrusted back into you, he’d been kind enough to cross your arms when he cuffed them so during the flip it was a comfortable position. 

“Cum for me my sweetie, let my brothers know who’s making you feel so good,” He sings out, thrusting in abandonment into you. A bite to your neck pushes you over the edge, his name crying from your mouth so loud it could be heard throughout the house. 

-

Day 4: 

“Mammon…”

“Mammon…!”

“Mammon!” 

The moans from you getting louder and louder in pitch from the kitchen. Sat upon the wooden work surface, legs spread wide with white tufts of hair between them. Mammon ravaged you on the spot after he told you, ‘I need my breakfast’. The normally teasing demon swept you up straight up on the counter and tugged your shorts and panties down before you could even take another breath. 

“So good, so sweet my human.” He groaned, holding your lower lips apart with one hand as the other pushed against your thighs to stop them from crushing his head. 

Head thrown back to hit the tiled wall behind you, fingers grasping on to his horns causing him to rutt his hips against the cabinets, the lewd wet noises of him eating you like a feast filled in the air. Chest rising up and down as you tugged your top down with one hand, toying with your own exposed nipples for a slight added stimulation. The grunt that left Mammon to peer up and see it, was all you needed to be pushed over the edge. It was a purely erotic sight to be hold. 

He took you against the counter, hips thrusting into you with pure control and precision. Mammon unraveled you faster than he could swipe Goldie. Only the orgasm you gave him was much more satisfying to his needs than spending money. Leaving a sticky trail of evidence upon the counter, for only someone else to discover later in the day. 

Your lips were wrapped around his cock at least three times. One in the shower, once on his bed and once upon the pool table. Each time ending in your mouth full of his release, too much for you to swallow causing it to dribble out down your chin and spread against your chest. Mammon burning the sight into his mind. 

He bent you over every piece of furniture he could find, ramming his cock into you from behind until your legs threatened to buckle from under you. He’d lean over and whisper dirty words into you just to feel you clench over him, your muscles trying to stop him from pulling away each time his hips pulled backwards. 

“My tight human pussy,”, “Ya so wet and it’s all for me,”, “Fuck, ya look so good with my huge cock pounding you like this,”, “Cumming again? Yeah that’s right baby girl, let go and let me just take care of ya,”, “Ngh-Ya squeeze me so much, ya pussy already knows who it really belongs to, look how sensitive it is just from me pushing my cock into ya,”, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna cum over and over again. Fill this tight pink pussy up with the Great Mammon’s sperm,”. 

His personal favourite position of the day was when he fucked you atop of the pool table. You’d engaged in foreplay to start with, three fingers curling inside you as you leaned over and sucked his cock. Mammon under-exaggerated his length to say the least. You could barely wrap a hand around it, not even fitting half of it into your mouth before it was hitting the back of your throat. Thanking the heavens (and Solomon) for the potions allowing your gag-reflex to vanish for the time, taking Mammon down your throat until you almost choked without air. A ‘Fucking hell human. Fuck that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,’ groaned from Mammon as throbbed in your mouth, threatening to release as his eyes watched you. Nothing in his lifetime could compare to the sight. 

By the time you were close to coming, he pulled his fingers away before slamming his cock into you from behind, pushing your face down against the green felt. From the edging of the foreplay and the feeling of his head hitting your cervix you came instantly. Mammon gripping your shoulders tightly to the point they drew blood, trying to hold back his release. whilst he could hold it for a few deep thrusts, it was the whimper of his name as you turned your head over your shoulders to meet his gaze, watery blue eyes hinted with coin bronzed yellow swimming within a pool of lust that pushed him head first off the edge. He came so much he filled you to the point it gushed out onto your thighs and puddled upon the green felt of the table, hand having to jerk himself off as he continued to spurt his release onto your ass. 

The sight of white upon your skin, just like his markings, set off a primal instinct within him and within minutes he was ready and roaring for more, determined to paint your skin in his essence and markings. 

-

Day 5:

You were mind-blanked. Nothing but Satan filling your mind and body, lost in the white light of pleasure. Unable to form sentences, a babbling mess of incoherent words as you let pleasure ripple across your body like a surging river. 

“I’m not like my brothers,” He cooed softly when you walked into his room, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You’d seen Satan in demon form before but this was a softer side to him, demon form by lust and not from anger. “We’ll do this however you feel comfortable,”. 

“I like to be on top.” You smile, bringing a hand to cup his face. Satan was the one you were most worried about seeing his anger from before and almost, extremely mildly almost, frightened that he would bring this anger out into his lust. Alas, Satan cared for you the most and wanted to attend to your needs. ‘I can control myself in heat’ he told you. Words he soon forget in moments later. 

“You're so big!” You mewled, digging your fingers into his chest as you rose your hips once more before lowering down, this time taking him fully. His back rested against the headboard as he sat up, you straddled across him with your hands splayed across his chest whilst he rested his on your waist. “Oh fuck Satan, Yes...Yes!” fell from your mouth in-time to your slowly rolling hips. 

Whilst he wasn’t as thick as the others he was by far the longest, able to hit every needed spot within you as you grinded over him. Flush spread across your cheeks and down your neck, heated pleasure coursing through your veins as your mouth dropped into an ‘o’. One hand scratched at his chest leaving red marks in their wake whilst the other reached into the blonde of his hair and gripped onto his curled horns. It caused a hiss from him, eyes widening open as he panted heavily, the grip of his fingers sinking harshly into your skin. His self control slipped quickly with each roll of you upon him. Calling his name in a trembled voice, back arching so your breasts pressed against his chest, full skin on skin contact with him as he held you tightly. Your grip on his horns tightened like your muscles over his cock, the motion being his undoing.

With a strangulated groan followed by a whimper, heat surged inside you, one you had grown accustomed to over the last week. Satan’s head collapsed against your chest leaving you stilling your movements, to feel him continue to pulse and throb into you as he breathed heavily against your chest. 

You’d heard demon horns were sensitive during heat, but you never expected it to be that sensitive. 

“Satan...is everything okay?” Awkwardly still straddling him, his cock still hard inside you as you waited in suspense. You weren't far off finding a release yourself but now you felt it slipping further and further away. 

A growl unlike you’d heard anything before left from Satan, the noise purely demonic. With a scream you were pulled from off of him, a demonstration of his hidden strength as he held onto you, pushing off the bed and slamming you into the nearby wall. 

“Oh my little kitten,” A toothy grin meets your eyes, a slick tongue darting out to lick his lower lip as his eyes practically glow whilst covered in lust, “You have no idea what you do to me.” The vibrant green of his tail worms it way up across your body, taking its time to fondle and press over your dripping folds before continuing its way up to your body. You feel the scales of it wrap once around your neck and just as it squeezes slightly with control, his cock once again fills you to the hilt as he slams his hips into yours. Eyes roll from both of you to the back of your head, one arm holding beneath one of your thighs whilst the other pushes onto the wall next to your head to keep you caged in his hold. 

The roar from him makes the desk nearby tremble, objects perfectly placed on his desk rolling around and spilling onto the floor. He effortlessly bounces you off his cock in a pace that brings stars to your eyes in seconds, gasping as his tail continues to gently squeeze your throat until he feels you withering whilst you cum around him. 

“Yeah that’s right kitten, give into how good I make you feel.” Snarling as he says it, leaning down to catch a bouncing breast into his mouth as he sharply nips at your nipple causing a large red mark to form upon your skin. Unable to help you cling to him, red marks of dark lines grace his back as you claw into him, on the verge of a second orgasm already from how he’s pounding up and into you. 

“D-Don’t stop.” You manage between moans, unable to hold back at how good this feels. Your skin and blood almost on fire, one or two tears rolling down your cheek only to be licked up by Satan, groaning as he laps up the saltiness. 

The movement that made your mind blank into boneless-ness was when the tip of his tail pushes into your mouth, forcing its way into your wet cavern as he thrusts it in in-time to the thrust of his cock. Unable to focus you let it twirl in a battle with your tongue, drool pooling from your lips as it drips down your body to mix with sweat before hitting the point of where Satan and you meet. Weakly, you drag your arms up to once more grip his horns, danger threatening in Satan’s eyes as you tightly hold onto them. 

It was fair to say Satan completely lost-control, roughly taking orgasm after orgasm until you blackout from over stimulation.

-

Day 6:

You’d be fucked to an inch of your life and it felt like it. Whilst the potions you took helped to remove muscle ache, the vast amounts of sperm pumped into you, bites, marks and everything else, it couldn’t remove the memories of feelings of the brothers upon you.

You spent more of the day in bed, just lying in a complete bliss of contentedness. Heat turned out to be just as enjoyable for you as it had the brothers, using you to fulfil their needs whilst also ensuring your own outer-body pleasurable experience. Even after their way with you they still cared for you like they normally would, ensuring you were okay, making sure you took the potion to heal your ruined body before carrying you to bed and letting you rest. Heat would definitely change the way you saw them all, the softness of Levi now filled with memories of him fucking you with his tail, Satan drawing out as many orgasms as he could before filling you over and over, Beel’s cock in your mouth as you choked on it whilst Belphie pounded into you from behind, Asmo teasing your clit to the point you came from a few quick strokes against it with the head of his cock and Mammon unable to control when he needed you taking you against the nearest surface he could. 

The only brother you hadn’t come into contact with over the week was Lucifer. He refused to partake in your offering over heat, deeming he was a man and that he “should be able to control his urges without the help of a human.” That was Lucifer's way of putting it but what he really meant was he loved you too much and was too frightened he might lose control around you and ruin whatever this ‘friendship’ between you was. It scared him how much he lost himself around you, worried he would become a feral beast if he even got a whiff of your scent whilst he was in heat. And for that he kept himself locked away in his room.

-

Day 7:

It was the last day of heat and the rest of the brothers were slowly calming down, you could finally be in a room with them without them trying to tear off your clothes or burying their noses onto your skin just to get a smell of you. 

As you sat in the kitchen, a noise so loud it made the cabinets near by rock on their study legs, the solid oak door to the exit of the house squeaked on its hinges and plates threatened to break from the way they shook. It was a noise similar to the one Satan had made, a growl from the deep depths of within a demon. One that made your core clench tightly. 

You’d already taken the last potion you had in the morning, just in case one of the brothers' needs hadn’t been filled, it was better to be prepared. And as you stood outside Lucifer's door, slowly pushing it open to be emerged into a darkening sight. You knew there was one last brother who needed you. 

The inside of Lucifer's room was dark, tatters of thick curtains ripped apart letting light inside the room. Stacks of paper were tossed onto the floor in shreds, ruins of books and momentous were scattered amongst the room, marks upon the wall where they’d been thrown leaving huge dents. In the midst of the room stood a figure hunched over, black as dark as night heaving on the toned back that raised and lowered with deep breaths. Clothes ripped upon his body, as if he’d torn at them themselves, unable to keep himself caged within them. 

“Lucifer…” You meekly called out into the room, taking a bold step forward into the room, letting the door shut behind you softly. When no reply came you took another step forward, closing the distance between you and him. 

And on your third step, red-beaded eyes glowing like the rising sun turned to find you, staring at you like a predator upon prey. It made you freeze. For the first time you weren't seeing Lucifer as Lucifer, you were seeing a really powerful demon. 

“Leave.”

“Luci-“

“I said go!” Lucifer's plea came out in a yell, one that echoed off the walls and ricocheted off the furniture in its way. He turned on the spot, standing tall and proud, the exposure of his toned abdomen beneath peering through the barely together shirt. The normal trousers he wore were nothing but torn shorts, half opened and falling down his waist as black boxers poked from underneath them and as your eyes travelled down-

-A bulge clearly visible travelling far down his thigh, thick in girth and straining to be freed. 

“Lucifer I-“ You take a step forward, you should have been frozen in fear from the way he was hungrily staring at you but this beast, this demon, was still your protector Lucifer.

In the next moment he was stalking towards you at breakneck speed, clutching his hands to your forearms as his breath came in waves. 

“Your aroma is so… powerful,” Leaning down to slowly lick your neck causing a soft whimper as you tilted your head to allow him better access. As if realising his actions he pulled away, dropping his hands from you. “Please- I… I can’t control myself around you,” His voice breaking as he tried to keep himself away from you.

“Lucifer please, let me help you.” You softly whispered, reaching a hand out to gently cup his sharply defined jawline, a growl stirring in his throat. 

“I won’t be able to hold back… I- I’ll hurt you… I’m not like my brothers, my heat is worse…” Lucifer swallowing, the bob of his adam’s apple clear from above you. The reason as to why Lucifer kept pushing you away for heat was clearly visible. 

“I’m not scared of you Lucifer,” Softly rubbing your thumb over his skin, “Please, let me help you, I want to help you.”

The hands that held your arms came back to grip your face, pulling you up as he leaned down, pressing his lips tightly to yours as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. He gripped the back of your neck forcing an angle so his tongue could slide further into your throat, pushing the full length of his body against yours. The hand on your arm bunched your shirt up and ripped it off your body, leaving your torso exposed as he bit your bottom lip. Greedily he palmed your breasts, pulling his mouth away from you, you fell to your knees.

You were lost in the haze, completely taken over in lust as Lucifer’s grip in your hair tightened. One hand wrapped partly around his base whilst your mouth worked down over him, thrusting and fucking your mouth until your eyes watered and spit fell from your lips and onto the floor below. His cock was bigger than the rest, solid and pulsing it stood, flushed red with veins that throbbed down the side of it just aching to be touched. Growls and grunts fell over and over from him, fucking your face as he pushed the whole of his cock down your throat until you gagged and choked over it. He spilled into your mouth with nothing more than a few ragged breaths, the fingers in your hair twisted and tugged as he throbbed. Thick spurts of white falling with saliva from your lips, running down your throat as you held eye-contact with him, swallowing the more than plentiful release. 

Your shorts were ripped from you as well, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room as he positioned you upon the bed on your hands and knees. He wasted no time lining up and thrusting into you, groaning so loudly that the bed rocked beneath you. Even with your own arousal and the potion, it was still a matter of patience for him to fully enter you, patience which Lucifer currently didn’t have. He shallowly thrusted with urgency until half of him slid in without any resistance, your tight walls clenching over him to stop him pulling out with every thrust. Until finally, he spat down to where you met and hilted himself fully into you.

“Lucifer!” You grip tightly to the bed-sheets, the force of him enough to make the air inside your lungs leave your body. Painted red nails of sharp spiked fingers clutch to your waist as he pulls your body back, not giving moments to adjust as he pushes over and over into you until slapping of wet skin is almost louder than the noises you're both making. He drives purposefully to the spot that makes your back arch, an orgasm building up already with little to no second to savour the feeling. The blood inside you is flaming, spreading a heated wild-fire inside you as every nerve is set alight with intensity. 

As your muscles tighten rapidly, Lucifer roars out as sweat drips down his body completely giving into his heated need as he fucks you with primal urgency. His pace growing rapid as he feels your orgasm so close, unable to stop his nails breaking into your skin as he grips at you. The experience verging on painful as your elbows collapse, your face falling onto the pillows beneath as your body shunts forward with every powerful thrust. 

“Fuck you look so good taking me like this,” His eyes focusing on the way his meaty cock stretches you over and over again as he thrusts in and out of you in tight controlled movements, unwanting and unwilling to even pull himself fully out of you. 

You couldn’t help but scream out as you came, watery tears leaking from your eyes at the intensity of the white flooding your eyes, whilst highly pleasurable to a new level, it came fast and hard from Lucifer's punishing movements into you. The hands on your waist move, one leaning over you to grip the headboard showing his strength as it snapped. Splintering wood now lay in his hand as his whole body shook from the grip whilst you pulsed over him. The other hand clutched at the back of your neck and sunk scratches upon your shoulders that threatened to bleed. The sound of all four wings racing in speed to match his thrusts, unbridled passion of lust seeping from every inch of him.

Lucifer continued to thrust, the over-sensitivity of your spot being repeatedly hit boarded on painful. 

This was no longer Lucifer, this was a creature pulled from the deepest pits of hell, brutally taking you until you could give no more. 

Your teeth bit into the pillow, trying to obscure your whimpers but Lucifer heard them loud and clear. Pulling you up gently by the back of your hair, pulling up until you rested on your knees, your ass resting on the top of his thighs as his chest pressed against your back. A strong arm curved around the front of you to cup a breast, the weight of it bouncing in his hand with each thrust as his index and thumb rolled your nipple between them. The hand in your hair loosening to run his palm down your stomach, crying out loudly to feel his fingers spread your folds and rub tight circles around your clit. Head rolling against his shoulder, eyes falling to the back of your head as his lips press soft kisses down the contour of your neck, pleasure taking over every sense in your body. ‘Lucifer… Lucifer… Lucifer’ Over and over it falls from your mouth like a sinful prayer, body’s entwined like those of lovers. An erotic sight of pure loving pleasure upon his satin sheets. Gone was the rough fucking from moments before, Lucifer kissing the areas up on your shoulders where red marks lay as if trying to melt the pain away. 

The softening tenderness was a surprise side of him you never expected. Deep penetrating thrusts, hitting inside you as he pulled partly out to thrust back in, groaning deeply as you came around him again in little time. This time feeling the full force of pleasure spread through your veins, not rough or forced like the one before, this one connecting you and Lucifer in an almost spiritual experience as you cried out his name to the highest of heavens. Skin ablaze whilst your toes curled, arms reaching behind you to wrap around his neck, burying in his raven hair to pull his face to yours. One hand wrapped around the ebony horn to keep him close, the added stimulation of that and your tightening walls was all he needed. The stuttering flutter of his rapid wings from behind indicated his release before you felt it. Lips meeting in a sloppy kiss, as you felt his heat surge inside you, biting his lower by accident as another orgasm blends into your waves of pleasure. 

Trembling in his hold, hips rocking against his as you pulse to the point mixed arousal dripped down your thighs as he pulled his softening cock from you. Whimpering from over sensitivity as your muscles still squeezed him to try stop him from pulling out. “Shh little one, I’ve got you.” He cooed softly, kissing your lips over and over in softening pecks, hands running up and down your sides. Both of your skins aglow with sweat, ragged breaths meeting together, foreheads stuck and pressed against each other. Sharing a tender embrace with the eldest brother, two racing hearts beating at the same time. 

“I hurt you.” His eyes full of shame to see the marks upon you caused by his own hand, his heart heavy and wounded to know that he did this to you. 

“I’m okay, Lucifer I’m okay.” You whisper against his lips, slowly turning to face him. None of it hurt, all that mattered was that Lucifer knew you were fine and that whatever happened didn’t change your opinion on him. You bury your hands once more in his hair to kiss him, softly pushing him back until he lay on the bed as you straddled him, lips never parting for a second. He was still erect and most likely would be until the end of his heat that night. Slowly, you lifted your hips and let yourself sink back down onto him. He groaned so softly into your mouth as he protested at your slowly grinding hips, you interlaced your fingers with his. “Just let me take care of you.” Pooling eyes full of lust and love meeting each other as Lucifer nodded at your words, giving you full control to him as his thumb slowly rubbed over yours. Rocking your hips slowly, a complete change in atmosphere as you brought each other to a slow burning climax for the following of the night.

-

Day 8:

You woke up wrapped in satin sheets, a strong arm around your waist and a heavy breath against the back of your neck. Turning in the embrace to see Lucifer, sound asleep and more importantly back to his human form, heat was finally over. Lucifer had been the first brother to spend the night with you after sex, watching you drink every drop of the blue potions until he knew for sure that no-harm had come to you for his actions. 

“Good morning.” A groggy voice yawned as the arm around you pulled you closer, resting you against his chest.

“Good morning,.” You whispered, pressing a sweet chaste kiss to where his heart lay. 

Whilst heat may have given you the experience to be an individual part of the brothers for a week, when you woke up today was where you were meant to belong. In the strong hold of your loving protector, Lucifer.

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[buckyownsmylife]

Young and Beautiful - Steve Rogers smut

The one where you were supposed to be a one-night stand, but Steve won't let that happen

Warnings: smut, and a little bit of angst.

A/N: this was our first ever patreon-voted fic, chosen for the month of May! My patreons at the $3 tier get to send me their ideas once a month and two of them end up being voted so I can write one of them each month. June’s fic is the one where Ransom needs to get a sugar mommy, and if you want to suggest a story for our July’s fic, please consider becoming a patreon! Thank you to my darling @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this over for me.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first time wasn’t a mistake, I could admit to that. Steve had been coming to the same bar where I worked for almost a year now. I knew who he was, of course. Everyone knew - he was hard to miss. But I think what he liked about our run-down place is that no one seemed to care about Captain America and the things he did when he didn’t have a bottle of beer in his hand.

Over here, he was just Steve. And Steve tipped well and drank a lot - I was sure he couldn’t get drunk, no matter how many beers I served him, but he never stopped asking me for more.

So, needless to say, he was adored. Adored by my boss, who was always around to keep watch of his customers and keep them in line. Adored by Luke, who guarded the entrance, for all the nights Steve helped him get rid of men who couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. And adored by all the waitresses, for precisely the same reason - and because I always shared my tips with all of them.

Even the kitchen staff adored Steve. Besides, it’s not like he was hard on the eye - all the girls (customers and staff) were constantly fawning over him, but he was nothing short of a gentleman, always.

Actually, he seemed to avoid the members of the opposite sex as best as he could, clearly not interested in whatever it was that they planned to possibly get to do with him. Well, except for me.

He never avoided me. I always figured it was because I was the guardian of the alcohol - we’d even joke about it sometimes, when he came to sit by the bar after politely declining someone’s advances.

“It’s just hard to understand how to date nowadays,” he commented one day after a pretty girl actually asked him out on a date right in front of me, but he refused. I shrugged as I wiped the counter, thinking if there was any advice I could give him.

“It really isn’t that hard. You go out to dinner, walk her home and when you step in front of her door, you ask her for some coffee. She’ll usually do it herself, but if you want to show your interest…” His frown was amusing, to say the least, but I held back my laughter so he wouldn’t be even more uncomfortable.

“A coffee?” Giggling, I nodded. “Before bed? But…”

“It’s a metaphor, Steve. A lady can’t very well invite you into her sheets, now can she?” He blushed three different shades of red when I winked, another giggle escaping. “I mean, she can, but we like to keep some things unsaid - innuendos can be very sexy.”

Two months had passed and if Steve made use of my lessons, I wouldn’t know. He never brought anyone to the bar and never left with any lady who approached him either.

“What can I get ya, Steve?” I’d always ask. I’d never once called him Cap or anything other than the name he used to introduce himself - even though I obviously knew who he was. He always took his time before answering my questions, even if they required a simple yes or no, which amused me to no end.

For a while, I actually believed a gun or one of the buildings the Hulk had undoubtedly thrown in his direction had left him with a difficulty of hearing. But then after my first question, he never seemed to have any problem understanding me at all.

“Just a beer,” he’d say, a small, soft smile as he tried not to stare too much at me, fingers tapping on the counter while I got his order. I appreciated his effort not to make me uncomfortable - I knew he’d seen how often men did that to me. I had no doubt that was why he only ever looked me in the eye from under those huge eyelashes of his.

“There you go.” Always the same routine, we never once deviated from it. Until one night when I was supposed to close the bar and he heard my boss instructing me to be careful.

“There’s been a lot of robberies this late at night. Make sure you lock everything up properly.” I saluted in jest, making the old man laugh and shake his head at me. “See you tomorrow, kid.”

There were only a handful of customers - Steve included, and he was the only one by the bar, so I threw him a quick smile as I wiped the glasses and started to clean the counter.

“Can I get you anything else?” I offered, but he only grimaced in response, leaving me confused. “Is there something wrong?” He stared directly at me without answering for a while before he was able to snap out of whatever it was that had frozen him.

“You’re supposed to leave by yourself at two in the morning?” I chuckled lightly at his concern, avoiding his gaze so he wouldn’t see how it warmed my heart that he’d be preoccupied over me, someone that was a little more than a stranger to him.

“It’s part of the job,” I reassured him. “Well, usually it’s part of Luke’s job. But whenever he has to leave early, it’s my duty to fill in for him.” He nodded, but didn’t make any movement towards leaving. Usually, he would be gone by now, but it wasn’t that extraordinary for him to stay until the hour I left.

This was the first time he stayed this long though, considering I wasn’t the one responsible for closing the bar and I only realized it when I looked around and noticed we were the last two people left in the room.

“Planning on drinking much more?” I joked, trying to gauge if he was going to be much longer, but he seemed startled by my question, looking around to verify the same thing I’d just noticed.

“Oh, no. Not at all.” I smiled, thankful that he was conscious and wouldn’t force me to stay even longer after my shift had finished. “I just figured I could walk you home. It is pretty late, after all.”

My heart warmed up at how sweet and thoughtful this man was. He had no reason to wait for me to finish my job just to walk me home, yet here he was. “Thank you, Steve,” I acknowledged, sending him a grateful grin. “Let me just check the bathrooms real quick. I’ll grab my purse and we can leave.”

He nodded, watching me do as I said and in no time at all we took off together in the direction of my apartment. I wasn’t worried about making small talk with him on the way there - I knew he was a good conversationalist from all the times he had stayed by the bar instead of taking his beer to a table, and I adored the stories he told of his missions just as much as I appreciated how he genuinely cared about what I had to say.

The walk to my place seemed shorter than ever before, and in a few minutes we were standing in front of my door as I searched for my keys in my bag.

“C-Can I…” He murmured as I looked for it, glancing up at him and smiling to signal he should continue even though I couldn’t give him my full attention at that moment. “Would you… Do you have some coffee?”

I was so shocked that my head whipped up to stare at him, eyes wide and unbelieving. Did Steve… Did he… Did he want to have sex with me? “I mean… in your apartment, do you have some coffee in your apartment?”

The thought was so extraordinary that the second I realized his intentions, a fire of desire warmed my lower belly, not because he was Captain America, but because he was an attractive and sweet guy that was way out of my league and I couldn’t believe he was into me.

He kept talking as I kept blinking at him, trying to process what was going on. “’Cause I’d really like to have some coffee… with you… If you want some too…”

His voice got smaller the longer it took for me to answer him, until it disappeared completely and he cleared his throat. “Nevermind.” He was about to turn around and make a run for it, I was sure, but I was able to grasp his wrist just in time, signalling him to stop because I had something to say.

“I would love to make you some coffee, Steve.”

So yeah, the first time wasn’t a mistake. He was way too fucking sweet and I got hot just by seeing how nervous he was to ask me for some “coffee”, incredulous that I was capable of affecting this giant man that much.

So as soon as we were in my apartment, I tied up my hair with the little hair tie I always kept on my wrist during work and got on my knees for him.

And I cherished every fucking second of it.

The way his mouth fell open in a gasp when I reached for his jeans, the little moans he let out as I licked his member… I couldn’t close my eyes, too transfixed by his expressions to miss anything.

The way he pulled me by my hair to devour my mouth, hands so eager to undress me that he ended up ripping my blouse, but it only made me giggle.

The way his groan sounded almost painful when he picked me up, shoved me against the door and penetrated me, filling me so beautifully I hit my head back against the wood and didn’t even notice it.

He got me to cum without almost no preparation, just from the thrill of it all, the stretch of his member inside of me. When I urged him to cum in my pussy, the look on his eyes was enough to get me to cum again, milking him dry as he emptied himself with a growl, forehead dropping against mine while he tried to catch his breath.

I was expecting him to leave immediately or maybe stay for an actual coffee. I wasn’t expecting him to pull out, drop to his knees and start lapping his cum from inside of me, eyes as focused on mine as I had been for him only minutes before.

Burying my fingers in his short locks, I tried to keep myself up despite the way my legs trembled, but Steve just adjusted them so they’d be over his shoulders and held me up with his face buried in me.

I had never cum so many times in a row. But then again, I had never had a man eat his own cum out of me.

I fully intended it to be a one time thing, and that was my plan. I thanked him for eating me out, made him some coffee, giggled at his stories about his friends and for a second it almost looked like we were back at the bar, only the counter was my kitchen table and I was allowed to sit on the other side.

He didn’t ask to stay the evening and I breathed a sigh of relief after I closed the door behind him, ignoring the slight empty feeling that momentarily hit me. This is what I wanted, I reminded myself, and by acting the way I expected him to, he had made it clear that he understood the rules of the dating world he claimed to know so little of.

This was a one time deal. Nothing more.

But then the first night we saw each other at the bar again, it was when he burst through the door to punch some guy who came in just as I was closing, trying to steal the money we had in the vault. I was so fucking relieved to see his face that all I could do was tremble in his arms after the police came to get the robber, and of course I couldn’t let him go after that.

He walked me home and I didn’t even ask anything, just stood on my tiptoes to kiss his lips, using my grip on his shirt to pull him in as he helped me with my clothes.

“You’re so fucking pretty…” He moaned, and perhaps that should have been my first sign, the one that alerted me to stop what I was doing and not make this into a mistake I couldn’t take back.

He hadn’t talked the last time. He had never complimented me before.

“God, your ass…” He groaned as he palmed it, helping me over his lap when he took a seat on my couch, until I could fuse the both of us and ride us to hysteria.

But I didn’t mind. I didn’t mind because it felt so fucking good to be desired by him, to have him inside of me, cumming deep into my pussy only to eat it all out of me again.

It didn’t take long for me to learn about the errors of my way, though. In fact, it started the very next day, when he walked into the bar grinning from ear to ear and made a beeline in my direction.

“Hey, baby,” he greeted, and my eyes went wide as two saucers, especially when I saw him lean over the counter like he intended to peck my lips.

“Hello, Captain.” I quickly turned my back to him, facing the shelves of liquor to pretend that I was looking for something. My heart sank to my stomach as I took in what was happening, what I had just done in my effort to put some distance between us as if last night had never happened. “Can I get you anything?”

The time it took for him to answer almost had me looking at him from over my shoulder, but I restrained myself. “Yeah, you,” he finally said, and I breathed out in surprise. “Why are you acting this way?”

I panicked for a few seconds, reaching up for an already clean glass to attack it with my rag. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I tried to reassure the both of us, still incapable of looking him in the eye.

But I could see his massive body by the end of the counter from the corner of my eyes, where he always sat, and I saw him tap the old battered wood with his fingers - fingers he had used to spread me open for his tongue to reach - as he thought.

I hoped he would let it go. I hoped he would not.

“Fine,” he relented, and I froze, uncertain of what he meant. “I’ll come back tomorrow.” My head snapped up just in time to watch him leave, and he didn’t even look over his shoulder.

I tried to tell myself it was for the best. He needed some time to get over whatever the hell it was that he thought he was feeling and tomorrow things would go back to normal. But that wasn’t what happened.

He came back with flowers the next day, and I didn’t have any reasonable excuse not to accept it. He didn’t push for anything, just gave me the bouquet before asking for his usual drink. And then he proceeded to stay the entire evening right there, where he always sat, carefully watching my every move.

For the first time in a while, I broke two glasses in a single evening.

The day after that, he came with a box of chocolates. I couldn’t hide the smile because they were my favorite - I didn’t know how he knew it until he reminded me.

“You told me you liked them right when I started coming to this place.” His eyes were so heavy with a sad feeling that I couldn’t recognize that I had to avert my gaze. It messed with my heartbeat, it left my throat feeling dry.

“Thanks, Captain,” I softly acknowledged it, and I saw the way his grip on the box tightened. I saw it in the way it was slightly crumpled when I took it from his hands, but he didn’t say a word.

There was only so much that he could take, though. And I knew that. It didn’t help that my boss had caught onto his intentions and started to push me to go out on a date with him.

“Why don’t you give the poor guy a chance?” He’d incite, much to Steve’s utter glee.

“Yeah, Y/N. Why don’t you go out with me?” Steve urged, and although he never asked when my boss wasn’t around to initiate the teasing, I knew he wondered.

And the truth was that I wondered about it too. Because everything was screwed up now. When I gave him his beer and our fingers brushed, mine were left tingling. When I looked his way to find his gaze already on me, I shivered.

So yes, the second time was undeniably a mistake, but there wouldn’t be a third time. I’d make sure of it.

Steve’s P.O.V.

I was tired of waiting. I knew I had wanted her since the first time I laid my eyes on her, when I decided to stop at this rundown bar in the hopes of one night of crappy beer without being bothered by anyone asking for autographs or pictures.

I’d come here almost every night when I could escape the tower to watch her work, slowly getting her to warm up to me, and I fell for her personality in the process.

The way she clearly saw me as Steve, and not my title.

The way she always laughed at my stories and shared what had happened in the previous nights with the raucous customers.

The way she seemed to care about everyone and everything that came into contact with her.

So what started as desire became something deeper and for the first time since I was unfrozen, I found myself eager to understand what dating in this new century was like. I asked Sam for advice, and even Tony for any tips he could give me, but their general ideas didn’t matter to me when all I wanted was one single person.

Her.

So I asked her for her thoughts on the matter and was surprised with myself when I put them into practice. I was even more surprised when she accepted my advances and welcomed me into her embrace.

I was sure I’d never been happier than that evening.

But to have her pretend nothing had happened and even worse - treat me like a stranger after I had learned the taste of her skin? Nothing hurt deeper than that.

And still, I understood. I realized then that she hadn’t seen the situation the way that I had. She had thought all I wanted was a one-night deal - well, two-night deal - because I had never shown her anything to make her think differently.

So I set out to do just that. My way this time. And I was just about ready to ask her on a proper date when I was forced away for a whole damn month, having to resort to my hand and my memories of her body to get through the cold nights on the field.

The second I was back in the city, I only had one thing in mind. To get what I wanted, in whatever way she would let me.

“Can we talk?” My voice sounded clipped to my own ears, and maybe that’s why her mouth opened in surprise - or maybe it was seeing me at the bar so early, when there was barely anyone around, after being absent for so long.

“Sure,” she finally accepted, shrugging like it was no big deal, but I knew better than that. She might not know it, but I could read her perfectly, and I knew she was hiding her true feelings even to herself. I knew those feelings were deeper than she had ever felt. I knew they made her scared.

“Not here.” She stopped cleaning glasses then, frozen for a second before she looked around, taking in the fact that no one else was going to need her for a while. There was nowhere to run and maybe I was a jerk for doing this during her work hours, but I was a desperate jerk and I couldn’t wait a second longer.

“Okay.” She sounded small, and I knew what she was expecting to get out of this conversation. Closure, in one way or another. For me to finally let go of her. But I wouldn’t.

I wanted her too damn bad to let her escape like that.

“Go out with me.” I asked the second that the office door was closed behind us, and she immediately started shaking her head. “Yes, please,” I insisted. “Let me show you that I want more from you. I want so much more.”

“I can’t give you more,” was her answer, and she still avoided my eyes as she spoke. “One night, you even had two. That’s all I can give you. Please don’t ask me for anything more.”

“Why?” I asked, and the frustration in my voice was enough to get her to meet my eyes for the first time that evening. “Why are you trying to avoid this? I know you want me, Y/N. You wouldn’t have slept with me if you didn’t. So just tell me why.”

“I can’t,” she insisted, moving towards the door, but I grasped her hand to stop her before she could slip through it - much like she had done that first night, when I thought I’d screwed up any chance I had to ever be with her.

“Tell me why you’re holding yourself back from me,” I ordered, anger and desire creating an explosive cocktail inside of me, making my voice hoarse. I saw her shiver. I watched her break.

“Because it was too fucking good and I swear to God, if you get your mouth on me again, I’m gonna marry you.” Our expressions mirrored one another, eyes wide, mouths hanging open. She couldn’t believe she had let out her feelings like this. I couldn’t believe there was all there was to it.

I dropped to my knees before her.

“Come here.” I shoved her jeans all the way down to her ankles, sending the button flying somewhere. I couldn’t tell where and I didn’t care. All I wanted was to show her that there was nothing wrong with wanting this, with wanting me because as long as she allowed me to, I’d give anything to be with her.

My tongue was so hungry to taste her sweetness again. I licked a stripe between her lower lips before I could even get my hand there, spreading her with my fingers for easier access.

God, she was heavenly. I watched her let her head fall back against the door, much like the first time I was able to be in this position, and my heartbeat fluttered at the realization that this time, I was much closer to getting what I really wanted from her.

“I’ve been terrified of my own feelings for long enough,” I decided to confess, parting from her clit to be able to speak but slipping two digits inside her hole, filling her up, preparing her to welcome me. “I can wait for you to come to terms with yours. But I can’t keep myself away,” I warned, quickening my movements as I chased away the taste of her in my tongue. “So don’t ask that of me.”

Her moan had my eyes sparkling with excitement. I lowered my head to suck her button, see the way it made her thighs tremble on each side of my face.

“So fucking sexy,” I moaned against her cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Drench my face.” Her little cry of ecstasy denounced she was about to do just that, so I twirled my tongue around her clit, rubbing my digits against her sweet spot as her body tensed under my ministrations.

“There you go…” I whispered, fascinated with the way she looked after her release. It was like she glowed from the inside, muscles relaxing to accept my caresses when I finished cleaning her with my tongue and rose to my full height.

“Next time you try to pretend something between us didn’t happen, I’m gonna bend you over the counter and spank your ass in front of all of the other patrons,” I warned her before nibbling her earlobe. “Go out with me,” I tried again, and she took a deep breath before answering, looking up at me from under her eyelashes.

“Okay.”

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[lilacsandamethysts]

Home sweet home

Pairing: Scaramouche x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Arriving home is always enjoyable, being greeted like this is even better.

Warnings: domestic fluff, one curse word, mentions of parenting and family life

A/n: Tbh at first I didn't get the appeal behind Scaramouche but after reading a few fics and realizing that he is the only-soft-for-their-s/o type I was hooked. Take this domestic fluff that hit me at 2 am.

The walk up the hill was always tiresome. Ever since they chose this location to build their home, he would get extra exercise whenever he left. But he knew it was worth every pant and grunt. Their small home was on top of a hill in the border of Liyue and Mondstadt, far away from the harbor and any close interaction with fatui business but also close enough to civilization in case of an emergency. He remembers travelling with her across the country trying to find the perfect location in the limited time they had left before things changed drastically. She was understanding of his concerns regarding the fatui; of course they would threaten to use her against him once they found out about her existence. Her disappearance from their lines went unnoticed, she was a low ranked officer and part of his squad after all of course he would cover it up. Anything to keep her safe, even going against his order. Nothing would matter if she was taken away from him.

He huffed one last time as he reached the top, the house coming into view finally. Glaze lilies painted the garden blue with a few silk flower bushes bringing some pink into the picture. Walking through the small wooden gate he let out a sigh, catching a glimpse of the newest additions which consisted of jueyun chilies and violetgrass. It always amazed him how she managed to make anything flourish and grow, regardless of the circumstances. Then again she did manage to brighten up his life with a simple smile. A few wooden toys were scattered around, some he recognised others not, while a small bike lay against the grass on the right side of the main entrance to the house. Chuckling he picked it up, placing it against the wall knowing fully well she would be fuming if she saw it abandoned like that. He unlocked the door, letting it close behind him with a soft click as he inhaled deeply allowing the familiar smell engulf him. It smelt of firewood and cinnamon with a hint of roses. It smelt like home. He took off his boots and hat, placing them on the costume drawer near the wall before fully stepping into the familiar space chuckling at the more toys scattered around the place.

“I’m home…” He said softly. At first he thought neither of them heard him but soon stomping could be heard from the second floor and a worried voice saying to “be careful down the stairs”. Before he knew it a little boy with bright eyes and sloppily cut dark blue hair came into view, an excited squeal leaving his lips as he jumped into his arms hugging him with all his strength.

“Dad, you’re finally back!” The little boy giggled in his arms as he peppered him with kisses, his own arms squeezing the daylights out of the little man until a strangled little squeak left his lips. And just as another fit of giggles overcame his son, another person stepped into the room; eyes wide in shock as she took in the scene in front of her a few tears trailing down her cheeks as she stared at him. After a few more moments she snapped out of her stupor, sprinting into his arms as she engulfed both of her boys in a tight hug kissing his cheek then her son’s as she smiled up at him. He rubbed small circles on her back, answering her smile with a kiss on the tip of her nose and then one on his son’s, letting all the pent up love and affection he had hidden while he was away on his harbinger duties flow between them.

“Welcome home, Scar.” They stayed like that for a few long minutes before his little boy wanted to be let down, grasping his father’s hand, dragging him across the living room and up to his own room, something about showing him his new rock collection tumbling from his lips. Scaramouche, managed to spare one last glance to his love who was trying to hold back her laughter at the scene in front of her. Who would imagine that the double faced, rude and manipulative sixth harbinger, Scaramouche the Balladeer, was in fact a soft soul who was wrapped around his son’s pinky and his wife’s ring finger. He prefers it this way. The only thing he will admit he admires about his colleague Childe was his determination he puts into keeping his occupation as far away as possible from his loved ones. Scaramouche is applying the same method with the two people he cherishes most, he couldn’t imagine what could possibly follow if the other harbingers found out about his family.

After a long day of playing in the sun, chasing each other through the house and a whole afternoon of cooking together, all three of them were exhausted. The boy was passed out on his father’s chest as he laid in bed, one arm wrapped around his wife’s waist while the other lay on the boy’s hair playing with the silky soft strands of blue. He stirred in his sleep when his mother leaned over to give him a kiss but he didn’t wake up, instead he nestled deeper into his dad’s chest. Scaramouche, albeit tired, stayed awake staring at the ceiling basking in the warmth his two loves provided.

“I didn’t expect you to come home this week.” She said softly, tracing patterns on his right peck. “I thought things were hectic this month.”

“You want my professional or personal answer?” He turned to look at her, their noses touching lightly. Her eyes bore into his and without even needing to say anything he knew the answer. “I missed you. Both of you. Things are still out of hand and will continue to be for quite some time but I felt like I was drowning in there. Everything was too much and I couldn’t wait until I could come visit.” He kissed her once, their lips molding together into a sensual kiss leaving them both gasping for air.

“Plus... Childe was being a pain in the ass.”

#genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #sixth harbinger #fatui #fatui harbingers #childe genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanart #genshin

[kpopaeipathy]

Relax (Eun Woo Oneshot)

Pairing: Guard! EunWoo x Royal! Reader (gender-neutral)

Genre: Fluff, maybe slightly angst

Word count: 1,987

No warnings

Summary: When Eun Woo wants to protect you, but you just want him to relax and enjoy.

A/N: This was inspired by this prompt.

The mountains that surrounded the city reflected the colors of the sky more clearly, as if they were its own starless, self-lit expanse, lacking only by the hardy winter trees. Looking at them brought a feeling of peace and tranquility, protection even, because no one would dare tarnish such beauty. But it was not the splendor that prevented the invaders.

The few who tried to cross them quickly understood the dangers that probed the ground covered with frozen water in crystalline form. A sound at the wrong time would cause the crime to be covered by the cold, deadly hands of the natural shield of that small royal town.

The entire realm, in fact, was devastatingly beautiful and intimidating, hidden between mountains and valleys, protected by nature more than by guards and armies. They didn't need to get unstuck much to deter invaders and thieves. Never, in all its grand history, had the kingdom of Hanian been so threatened as to demand extra protection from any royal or its subjects.

Therefore, the citizens of Etherna, the royal city, did not understand the gravity of the situation and continued to offer their grandiose balls and banquets, to which the royal family could not refuse to participate, as the flaunting would be more dangerous than the possible invaders.

Also, there was the fact that this city was the most protected and the most difficult to enter or leave. Which in itself was a danger, as escape was unlikely. Even so, they were all gathered in the magnanimous gardens of Lady Khmer's mansion, dancing to flutes and violins.

"Would it kill you to relax?" you provoked your personal guard.

Since before you left the palace, Eun Woo had been alert, rigid, ready to attack anyone who got in your way (which almost happened when one of the guests who had already arrived at the dance drunk bumped into you and fell in front of you). Cha Eun Woo was the best guard in all of Hanian, assigned to you to protect the sole heir to the throne, but the fact that he was inordinately good bothered you a little, mostly because you would do anything to see a smile on his perfectly shaped lips.

“Probably,” he responded to your teasing, still scanning his surroundings as if searching for some hidden killer. “Likely it would kill you too. That's rather the point."

You smiled. Eun Woo's acid humor and straightforward responses were the traits you liked best about him. Of course, you also appreciated the symmetrical face and satin skin, with eyes so expressive they made up for the constant serious and focused countenance. The body was also not to be thrown away, with defined muscles and prepared for any battle.

“I'll risk it,” you said, drawing the guard's gaze to you, and held out a hand. “Dance with me.”

Eun Woo frowned and didn't move, noting the gloved hand in front of him.

Before he even opened his mouth to respond, you already knew what the words would be, so you just spoke before him: "It's an order."

A deep sigh was the only clue to the tormented state of your personal guard, as he remained serious and alert as he gave in to your request and took your hand to lead you onto the dance floor.

The smile on your lips deepened when you saw Eun Woo sigh once more at the scandalized looks of the other guests. It wasn't the first time you decided to shock royalty by dancing with your personal guard. In fact, that was your most common rebellious act and you didn't understand how the nobles and burghers weren't used to it yet.

“Look at me,” you ordered as Eun Woo's dark orbs scanned the hall on your first lap of the track.

He didn't sigh this time, just looked into your eyes and stayed that way for the rest of the time. The muscles were still stiff under your hands, a clear indication that he was still prepared to jump in front of an arrow to defend you.

“I'm not going to tell you to relax,” you stated, realizing that your words had exactly the opposite effect.

That was your best-known trick, at least between the two of you. After so many years as monarch and personal guard, you and Eun Woo had forged a kind of friendship that no one in the realm understood. Sometimes even you didn't understand. However, you came to appreciate the man in front of you so much that you used every resource in your power to make him relax and have fun whenever you could. Eun Woo never complained, not even to his companions, who often blurted out near you that Eun Woo had already commented on appreciating your dedication to his mental health.

He had never questioned you either. From the first time you had tried to make him relax, Eun Woo had accepted your orders like any other, as if your every word mattered. Until this moment, of course...

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, his husky voice invading your senses and raising the hairs on the back of your neck.

"I don't like to see you so stiffened."

"I have a duty here, Your Highness." Despite the firm tone of voice, you could feel that he was dancing calmly, as you intended. “If anything happens to you because I was careless for a minute…”

“Nothing will happen,” you interrupted him. “We are in the most protected kingdom in the world, in the most difficult city to penetrate. I have the best guard ever.”

“None of this is a guarantee…”

“If someone breaks a plate somewhere, you will stop your steps, put me behind your back, and verify who was responsible so you can kill or forgive. If a hum invades the melody that surrounds us, you will scan the surroundings with those deep eyes and find the reason to decide whether to hide me or continue dancing.”

"Your Highness..."

“I'm well protected,” you wouldn't let him speak and stiffen again. After all the turmoil your kingdom was going through, you and Eun Woo, as well as everyone in the royal family, deserved that night's rest. "I have you so I'm fine."

He sighed again, this time more softly. And for a split second, you saw the corners of his beautiful lips move upwards as if they were trying to smile.

“You overestimate me,” he said, causing you to snap back to reality and stop dreaming of a completely relaxed Cha Eun Woo.

“No, I'm a realist. It's different,” you replied, still smiling.

You were silent again, enjoying the last chords of the waltz that lulled you. Eun Woo was by far the best dance partner you've ever had and the fact that you talked and interacted in those few minutes made it the dance you'd most enjoyed in your entire life.

When you left the dance floor and returned to the secluded and sheltered corner you were at before, you treasured that night even more, as it was the first time Eun Woo had held your hands together for so long after the dance. He only released you when you were stopped and alone again.

“Your Highness,” he called softly, drawing your eyes to the perfect face that didn't even resemble that of a royal guard. "I appreciate your concern and I admit that perhaps I overreacted tonight."

Even though your eyes widened at the unexpected words, you managed to control yourself in time to joke and say, "Perhaps?"

This time, contrary to everything you knew and recognized about Cha Eun Woo, the smile rehearsed on the dance floor actually appeared on the guard's face, reaching his dark eyes, which thinned as they smiled along with his lips. Your heart raced in such a way that you thought you were having a cardiac arrhythmia.

"As I was saying," he continued, keeping the corners of his lips raised and your heart pounding, "I may have overreacted tonight, but I need to ask you not to distract me again."

“What? Why?" You didn't understand. You even won a smile with your endeavor, how could he not want you to do that again?

"I cannot lose you."

Frustrated, you took a deep breath and huffed, clenching your hands into fists before you began gesturing as you said, "I already told you, I know I'm well protected..."

"You'll always be," it was Eun Woo's turn to interrupt you, "that's not the point."

"Then what is?" you asked, moving closer to him when you noticed the smile leaving that face you cherished so much. "Why can't you just have a little fun with me?"

“But I have fun with you all the time…”

“Eun Woo…”

“Your Highness,” he spoke pointedly, cutting off any argument that began with his name that would make him keep silent if you ordered him to. "I wouldn't forgive myself."

“What are you talking about?" you asked, furrowing your brow.

Again, he sighed. Then, once again contradicting your expectations and shocking anyone who looked at you, including yourself, he placed his hands on your shoulders to stop the advance you kept making towards him. But he kept you close enough that the whispered words that came out of his mouth could only be heard by you.

“I can, yes, pay close attention to my surroundings and protect you faster than any other royal guard, but even I have my limits, and having you in my arms, looking at the smile that paints your face, is a very powerful distraction.” Once again, your eyes widened at the words. “At any other day, any other time,” he continued, “I wouldn't mind not resisting you. But we are facing a unique threat, an enemy that knows how to penetrate our defenses that should be impenetrable. I can't afford the distraction. If I lose you, I won't forgive myself.”

That was definitely the longest speech that Cha Eun Woo had given you in all your years together. Not only because there were so many words, but also because there was still so much he was saying between the lines. And it was everything you've dreamed of hearing since setting eyes on that perfect-in-every-way guard.

You knew you could never ask for more from him than that, knew you could never get what you really wanted from him because it wouldn't be fair for you not to be able to give it back. Your eyes filled with tears at the realization that you couldn't respond to unspoken words. Your lips trembled with the force you took to hold back the answer that was on the tip of your tongue. You loved him. With all your might. Nor would you forgive yourself if you lost him.

So you understood and accepted his argument, nodding once firmly so that he could see that you were agreeing without saying anything. Eun Woo watched your face and opened his eyes a little wider than usual, in his own expression of surprise, before reluctantly releasing your shoulders and taking two steps away.

“I promise not to distract you anymore,” you finally managed to say.

"Thank you," he muttered, looking away from you and taking in his surroundings.

Once again, you looked at the icy mountains that surrounded the city and wished that protection was enough to bring peace to Eun Woo's mind and body, you prayed to any of the gods that the threat would be neutralized so that your guard could relax in your arms again.

You smiled then, looking back at Eun Woo, who once again had the mask of concentration and seriousness on his face.

"But can't we even take a walk in the gardens?"

"Sure," he responded to your teasing, "I can put a target in your head too if you like."

The acid humor was still the man's best feature.

#kpopscape #ultkpop #kdiarynet #eunwoo #astro #cha eunwoo #lee dongmin #eunwoo fanfic #eunwoo fluff #eunwoo imagine #eunwoo writing #astro fanfic #astro fluff #astro imagine #astro writing #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #kpop imagine #kpop writing

[chiwhorei]

green scrunchies

pairing: dom!k. ukai x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, 18+ minors dni

word count: 4.1k

warnings: swearing, spanking, smoking, daddy kink, dom/ sub dynamics, brat taming, subspace, dirty talk, degradation, age gap(reader is 22ish and ukai is 26ish) spitting, fingering, oral (fem receiving), edging, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, a little dumification, public nudity (kinda), unprotected sex, tattoos (there’s a tattoo in a really unholy place), this is just filth okay

a/n: i have been sitting on the bulk of this piece for a fucking month and am honestly so surprised i finished it. this was inspired by a picture i saw of a really naughty tattoo and my mind want crazy and vomited on to a google doc.

hymn: nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

“but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations.”

Ukai Keishin is a gentle man. The team of highschoolers he coaches, his friends, hell, even his mother would beg to differ. But they were not privy to the Keishin you know. The man that serenades you with Elvis Presley while cleaning up after closing the store, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a clumsy slow dance as his gravelly voice croons into your ear. 

He’s entrancing. Hypnotizing you, almost two years ago now, in the most tender pursuit possible, so softly you were unaware of falling deeply in love with him until you had already tipped completely over. Turning to an ink pen and scraps of receipt paper to flesh out the feelings he worried would not sound perfect when they hit your ears. To this day, you’re not entirely sure if he meant to leave the pages to his extemporaneous romance novel for you to find on purpose, but you have your suspicions.

You were in your second year of college when you met Keishin, only 20 years old at the time and clueless to any world outside of studying frantically from one exam to the next. Chasing after a degree you could pursue your dreams with and getting tattoos that would piss your parents off, you crashed into him, literally. 

While walking to class with practiced steps and flipping through a small stack of notecards, you frantically try to accomplish last minute cramming and making it to class promptly at the same time. With one final attempt to understand the scribbles in front of you, you take a sharp turn into a brick wall. A flurry of white papers thrown into the air and falling back down like snow.

It happened in a minute, a minute that held sixty of the longest seconds to ever pass; from the moment you smack your nose into his cemented chest to the moment he saves your head from kissing the ground below. “You need to watch where you’re going, kid.” He says with a cigarette pressed between his teeth. It all happened in that single minute, your soul escaping and crawling into his jacket pocket without even realizing. It’s been there ever since, for safekeeping, of course.

He’s perfect in every way. But just as he is soft and loving, Ukai is not one to take shit. Especially when his sweet, shy baby girl is being a raging brat. It’s like any normal fall afternoon, slightly chilly and crisp on your walk from class. The air is biting at your skin, but the temperature is not what sends a piercing shiver down your spine. You know that as soon as you get home, Ukai Keishin is going to ruin you. 

“What are you doing here, princess?” Your presence is made known with a soft ding from the bell above the door, but Ukai doesn't look up from his magazine when acknowledging you. 

“I live upstairs?” Your tone is light and playful. You decide to test the waters, wondering how much Keishin will let slide today.

“Don’t be dense, little one.” He graces you with his eye contact for the first time, “I know you have a Biology lecture on Friday afternoons. So, why is that cute little ass here instead of on campus?” His lips are pulled tightly in a thin line and he rakes his eyes down your body. You’re wearing a short pleated skirt and a baggie pull-over. Exactly what he picked out for you this morning. Well, almost exactly. He was already opening up the store by the time you woke up, so the clothes were placed neatly on his side of the bed. What he didn’t pick out though, were the stockings currently brandishing your mid thigh, cutting off the supple skin with the soft, black cotton. 

“Oh! My professor cancelled lecture today so I came home early to have lunch with my loving boyfriend.” You smile sweetly, dropping your backpack and rounding the corner of the counter he is sat at. Ukai hums softly- dismissively- and lights a cigarette, his eyes don’t give away any emotion, so you are left hanging off the end of the burning cherry. Has he caught on yet? Maybe the thigh-highs would be enough to distract from your real surprise. 

Before you can ruminate on the thought, a wide, kind smile spreads across his face. If you didn’t know any better, this smile would be comforting. Your boyfriend pats his lap, motioning for you to take a seat. You adjust yourself to fit snugly and lean into Keishin’s chest. He presses a chaste kiss to your temple and takes a drag from his cigarette. Customers trickle in slowly, and you stand a few times to ring up their purchases, always the dutiful girlfriend. Keishin watches you with adoration in between paging through a magazine, everything you did was so perfect, even if it’s just scanning a few groceries. Such a good girl you are. 

It’s not until you sit back down, and he adjusts your hips to settle back into him that he is made aware of the game you’re trying to play. And he is pissed.

“Princess, did you not like the clothes I picked out for you this morning?” He has fully caught on to you at this point, and you both know it, but he isn’t going to show you his hand quite yet. 

“Of course I did, Daddy.” You bury your burning cheek into his neck, letting the familiar smell of cologne and campfires calm your clambering heartbeat. 

“I see, then why are you wearing these…” Keishin’s voice trails off and pulls at the material of the thigh-highs, snapping it against your skin.  

“Actually,” he interrupts, “I have a more important question. But I need you to be a good girl and answer honestly.” Keishin whispers into the shell of your ear and nods a goodbye to the elderly man leaving the store. You two were alone now, the promise of other customers wandering in diminishing quickly with the time of day. 

“I’ll be a good girl Daddy.” You try to coat your words in velvet as best as you can, but Keishin scoffs, clearly unamused. 

“That’s rich, princess. Now tell me, did you go to campus this morning without panties on?” You knew the question he was going to pose, you could have even saved him the breath. You knew you were going to get caught, I mean, that is why you did it. But now, faced with having to atone for your sins, the confidence in your original actions was melting away. 

“I forgot to put panties on this morning, Daddy. I’m sorry.” You try to pout in the sweetest way possible, but Keishin knows. You’re lying through your teeth.

“Tsk, you forgot. How could you forget if I laid them right on top of your skirt this morning?” He fishes in his pocket and pulls out a damning article. As he moves the exhibit into evidence, light pink thong hanging off of fingers, you resolve that your little game was over long before you even tried to start. All you can do now is wait with baited breath and flushed cheeks for his next move. 

“Stand up princess.” Ukai grabs onto your hip bones and lifts you upward. He spins you around to face him and perches his elbows on his knees. “Show me what’s mine baby girl.” His request, his demand, rolls off the tongue like icicles. You know what he means, but still stare back dumbly, mouth wide at what he was insinuating.

“You know I don’t like repeating myself, little girl.” His words stir inside you. If he sees how wet you’re getting, you’re done for. There’s no escaping this moment though. You take a deep breath in a feeble fight against the suffocating feeling in your chest, and lift up the end of your short, black skirt so he can see you. All of you.

Your precious, sumptuous thighs now in his view. He studies the lines of the tattoos not covered with your stockings. Beautiful floral designs in delicate black ink. Keishin thinks the work you get done is always so beautiful. Every addition befitting you perfectly. He loves tracing the pads of his fingers over the art in softer moments. This moment though, was not soft, and the tattoos on your thighs were not the subject of Ukai’s attention. 

He flicks his eyes up to meet yours briefly, and trails down from your quivering bottom lip, to your delicate, freckled collarbones peering sweetly from your large sweater. He drags his darkening gaze down further, cherishing every inch until he reaches your hips. Nestled in between the apex of your thighs, in small, dainty writing lays his prize.

“My Daddy Will Kill You.”

No matter what you did, he would always be there, snugly under the second layer of skin. When his fingers weren’t intertwined in yours, when he couldn’t have a protective hand in your back pocket. Whenever he was away with his team for tournaments or just when you were in class. He was always on you.

“Such a gorgeous little cunt you have.” He leans back in his seat, watching you fidget under his stare, “Whose cunt is this, baby? Is it your classmates? Is it your professors?” You bow your head in shame at Ukai’s insinuation, you know that going to class with a bare ass and a short skirt was going to get you in trouble. How could you resist though, when the punishment always feels so good.

“You’ve been acting like a petulant brat recently. I’ve been letting things slide because I know how stressful your senior year of college has been.” His tone is exasperated, but his eyes are calm, level, dark, “I can’t ignore this, you know that right?”

“I know, Daddy.”

“Your class was cancelled. So that means we get to start the weekend early.” He pulls your hands from your skirt, letting it fall back into place and holds both of your hands in one of his much larger ones. “Go upstairs and sit on the bed. I want you in just your skirt and those cute little tights you were so keen on wearing. I’ll be up in a few minutes.” 

“But Daddy…” you really did like to test your luck sometimes, but the look he gives you, slightly shocked and more than lightly infuriated, was enough to make you hurry to the back and up the stairs to your shared apartment. You kick your sneakers off at the door and head straight to the bedroom. You pull the sweater over your head and unclasp your bra. Usually Keishin likes to do that step for you, savoring the way you shiver as he brushes the straps off of your shoulders, but today isn’t a day of honey-sweet ministrations. 

You tremble like a puppy as you wait for Ukai and almost jump out of your own skin when you hear the front door creek open. Usually you are met with a bellowing voice upon his entry, walking through the door with a hearty, “Honey, I’m home!” even if you had only walked in a few steps ahead. Now, all you can do is wait as he mulls about the apartment with lackadaisical intent and a deafening silence. After a few agonizing minutes and feeling like he made his point, Ukai finally appears in the doorway, arms folded and pressed tightly to his hard chest with a categorically sadistic smile on his face.

“So, you do know how to follow directions?” You gulp loudly and nod your head, but quickly correct yourself. If you don’t use your words you’ll make things worse for yourself. “Yes, Daddy. I know how to follow directions.” It’s not a lie, obviously you are aware of his rules, you just prefer breaking them. Your response is small compared to the loud, sarcastic laugh falling from his throat. Ukai steps towards you slowly. 

“You are such a little tease, I came up to kiss you goodbye this morning and found these still sitting on the bed.” He pulls the thong out of his pocket again and drops the lace into your lap. “You left them there because you wanted me to find them. You wanted me to know you were sitting in class with a bare cunt.” There’s no use trying to find an excuse to push past your locked jaw, because he’s not really asking a question. 

“I left them on purpose, Daddy. I’m sorry.” Your mea culpa is underwhelming to say the least, and you both know it. You may be pleading guilty to all charges, but you don’t seem eager for absolution. 

“You are such a little attention whore. My timid, darling girl has been acting like an insolent slut recently. What am I going to do with you?” His voice sounds questioning, but unmistakingly rhetorical. He’s known what he was going to do to you from the moment he spotted your panties weighing the bed down this morning.

“Turn around baby.” Ukai unbuckles his belt, and you turn away from him, tucking your legs to sit upright. He gathers your long h/c hair from where it was settled around your face and meticulously braids it to lay flat on your back, attaching the green scrunchy from his wrist to the bottom. 

Just like a calling card, Keishin always had a scrunchy of yours around his wrist. Whenever you are hunched over the kitchen table in the middle of writing a paper, he pulls your hair behind you and fastens it into a bun, careful to keep it loose so as to not invite a headache, and kisses the crown of your head. Regardless of where you are: shopping, date night, visiting him at practice, if he notices your hair becoming annoying he will slip it from your neck and twist it into the green scrunchy.

And when you are about to be punished, Ukai pulls your hair into a neat, low braid.

You feel him run his hands from your shoulders to your wrists, pulling them gently behind your back. He presses your palms together and gives them a squeeze so you know to keep them together. Ukai pulls off his shirt, and  frees his undone belt from his jeans, folding it in half and running the cool leather up your thigh. He swats softly at your skin, just enough to make you flinch. 

Ukai tosses the belt to the ground, deciding he would rather you feel the sting of his palm, and sits down next to you on the bed. You face him with your hands still laced together behind you and let him position you to lay across his lap. The side of your face and your shoulders lay flush against the bed and your ass is raised up above his jean-clad thighs. 

“You know the rules, right my love?”

“Yes, Daddy. If I lose count you have to start over.”

“There’s my smart girl. You look so beautiful like this.” He lands a smack on your right cheek, actions greatly contrasting his soft, almost taunting tone. “It’s such a shame you’ve been acting like such a whore.” 

He delivers slap after slap on your bruising ass and you count every one out to him, briefly considering what would happen if you stopped counting, but you know that your punishment is already going to be harsh enough. You’re a masochist, yes, but not an idiot. 

“Why do you always seem to be on your best behavior when I have you over my knee, darling?” Ukai connects his palm with your tender flesh again. “How many was that baby?” 

“Fifteen, Daddy.” You speak in an even tone, if your boyfriend catches on to how much more you like this than he already knows, you’re, quite literally, fucked. 

“You really know how to play me, baby. I’m always wrapped around your little finger.” He starts to knead your ass cheek with his large hand, skimming the tips of his digits against your wanton cunt. He’s testing you, wanting to see if you’ll start squirming or unclasp your hands from their position behind your back, but you hold steady.

“You leave me naughty little surprises. I had you on my mind all day, thinking about this naked little pussy walking around campus. One tiny slip and you would have shown everyone what’s mine.” Another sharp swat to your butt reverberates through the room and you can barely mumble out your counted response. 

“But that’s what you wanted isn’t it? You wanted everyone to see this slutty pussy of yours didn’t you?” Whether that was the truth or not doesn't actually matter, you know not to make an excuse. You are just meant to count and thank. 

“You need to stop squirming, princess, or you’re going to royally piss me off.” Ukai continues his relentless pace, two thick fingers pistoning deep in your dripping pussy. This was one of Ukai’s favorite games, finger-fucking you to the point of the bed under you slamming into the wall. Your job was to keep completely still. One arch of your back or escaped moan and he would land a sharp slap to your puffy, untended clit. 

He’s actually being quite generous despite the circumstances. Usually, you would be propped on your hands and knees, but Ukai has laid you flat on your back with one leg tossed over his broad shoulder. The position, while easier to keep your body still, does mean that Ukai’s piercing, hungry gaze has you pinned like prey under him. The completely pornografic sounds of his fingers are making your head spin. The fact that he’s been hammering his fingers relentlessly into your g-spot for an hour, is starting to make your mind foggy, all thoughts are starting to slip from your brain and your boyfriend can tell.

“God, baby, I love making you absolutely stupid for me. I bet all you can think about is my cock filling this little cunt up, huh?” His words are sneering, taunting. Your response is a babbled agreement and plea for his cock, and the sight of you so completely fucked out makes the bulge in his jeans strain even further. The feeling of his fingers in your squelching pussy is dulling all other senses, so when he pulls the digits away, you can’t help the cry that rips from the back of your throat. 

“Don’t worry, precious girl, I’m going to give you what you want. What you’re fucking desperate for.” Ukai pushes himself from the bed and removes his jeans and boxers, and you watch as his thick cock springs free to slap against his abdomen. The sound makes you mewl, your cunt clenching in anticipation. 

As Ukai crawls back onto your shared bed, his head dips down in between your legs. He licks, flat and languid across your slit, collecting your arousal on his tongue with a feral groan.

“Please, Daddy. Please fuck me. I- I need you. Wa- want to be your good girl.” You find your words as best as you can to beg for him, the sweet cadence of your voice and the way your weak arms reach out for his messy bleached hair signals to him that you’ve fallen completely into a foggy, submissive haze. You tug lightly at the tresses and the impressive self-control he has kept up thus far snaps like plywood under a heavy boot. 

Ukai takes one more deep, hungry lick at your soaking pussy and sits up, pushing your legs further apart, digging his nails into the soft skin under your knees. 

“Open your mouth, Princess.” You are quick to comply with his request, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him through your lashes. You hear the sound of him spitting, his saliva and your arousal coats the thickest plane of your tongue, but connecting one thought to the next becomes impossible as Ukai pushes his thick cock into you at the same time.

“Jesus Christ, no matter how much time I take to get you ready you’re still so tight. God, you make it really hard to stay mad at you.” His hands keep your legs pressed up to your chest, pushing his thick cock into you at an agonizingly lazy pace. Ukai was right, it didn’t matter that he had finger-fucked you into the mattress for an hour, taking him was a tight fit every time. As he buries himself in you, the intoxicating burn of being so full takes all of the air out of your chest. His thick cock stretches you so far, you swear he can feel your own heartbeat within the walls of your tiny cunt. He’s barely halfway into you and you can’t help but constrict, the tinny flavor of your orgasm crawling up from your spine to your mouth. 

“There’s no way I’m letting you cum already.” Ukai snickered sadistically, thumb brushing across your tattoo, the dirty secret you shared, right over where you need his fingers most. He wasn’t going to touch your deprived clit yet, and hoping for him to do so was a waste of energy. 

“I’m sorry Daddy. I promise, I’ll be good.” Your tears are rolling down the side of your face, wetting the sheet next to you. 

“You’re a pathetic mess and I’m not even all the way in you yet. I would save the tears if I were you, babydoll.” You try to compose yourself, but Ukai’s words of dismissive degradation give your whimpers more body, sobbing and babbling as his cock bottoms out. 

You can feel every inch of him, hard and thick and so so full inside of you. Ukai pulls out of you completely, his soaking tip rubbing on your labia before slamming back in to the hilt. His pace becomes brutal with every thrust, original slow pace completely unknown to you now. There’s no way you're going to be able to stand properly after this. 

“Daddy, please. Please let me cum. Need to cum, Daddy. Need to be your good girl.” A series of calls for your daddy and prayerful begs are the only things you know at this point, drool and tears covering your face.

“You know what, Princess? I bet I could make you cum with just one touch to that little clit.” Ukai takes one hand off of your thigh and hovers over where you have needed him since you woke up this morning. “If I’m right, I’ll make you cum again. If I’m wrong, you’re not gonna cum at all.”

You can feel the warmth of his finger looming over the neglected bud, the anticipation is overwhelming and cruel, but all worth it as soon as he pushes the rough pad of his thumb down. Ukai presses a single, taught circle into your clit and the coil wound tightly in your stomach snaps with incredible force. You know there is a scream that rips from your dry mouth, but you can’t hear it with the blood rushing through your ears. Ukai works you through your first orgasm, stilling his thrusts as until you come floating back down.

“I know this slutty little cunt better than the back of my hand. Now, my precious little thing,” You watch as Ukai hooks your limp legs over his shoulders, lining his throbbing cock back to your slopping entrance. “Let’s do that a couple more times.”

“Wise men say, only fools rush in. But I can’t help, falling in love with you.”

You feel your senses coming back to you slowly, with every delicate touch Keishin glides over your skin. He pulls you back to reality with sweet touches and the deep, gravely sound of his voice. After several meticulous moments and even more words of praise, Kei delivers a delicate kiss to your forehead and carries you to the shower. You take a deep, relaxed sigh as he massages your aching muscles under the hot water. After drying your exhausted body with a fluffy towel, Keishin helps you into a comfy pair of leggings and one of his sweatshirts. 

“Take my hand. Take my whole heart too.” Your boyfriend’s broad arms wrap around your waist, hands finding purchase under the orange sweatshirt currently drowning your form, and you melt into his chest. “Because I can’t help, falling in love with you.” You turn around in his arms to steal a kiss, but as your lips attach to his a small laugh bubbles up from your stomach. 

“What are you giggling at?” Keishin eyes you curiously, and you start laughing even harder.

“Oh nothing, I was just thinking about the bloody nose you gave me when we first met.” You cackle at the memory and feel Keishin take an exasperated but amused sigh, joining your laughter with his own.

“First of all, Princess, you ran into me.”

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Second chances and unspoken promises (TH) 🔥

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Summary: three years since the fall of your secret relationship, and a journey back to the place it all started. You could be leaving even more heartbroken, or maybe the stars will align and it'll be your time.

Warnings: some angst, fluff, smut. Secret relationship. Talk of a long secret relationship during early years. Break up, slight insecurities, overall I think that's it (let me know if you see anything I didn't mention)

Additional warnings: oral (f receiving) fingering, showering together, unprotected sex (don't be silly)

A/n this took me so long to finish 🙄 but here it finally is 😁

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Your tires skidded to a stop on the blanket of white snow that led up the driveway of the large secluded cabin. The weather had progressively gotten worse from when you had first begun your drive until now, visibility dwindling quickly due to the large snowflakes fluttering down. You were sure with how heavily the snow was falling, by morning all the cars that lined the large drive would be covered. 

It had been a few years since all of you had made the journey up, everyone's life becoming jam packed, and busy. This trip itself was a last minute plan. Sam had called just a few days prior, insisting you join. Something about a dire need for nostalgia or something to the effect. 

The December's up here we're rough. Quite often having blizzards that would bury the cabin owners in for days, but even that didn't stop the Hollands. This year only the three eldest boys, and close friends Harrison Osterfeild and Tuwaine Barrett, had made the trek up, knowing the weather forecast was warning of a hefty snow storm. 

You had been coming up to the Hollands family cabin since you were a tot, when your parents would accompany you, you were on every trip, so much so you had your own room, separated from the boys as you were always the only girl. This cabin was the place you had your first kiss, the place you lost your virginity, and it was also the place your heart had been broken into a million pieces. 

You weren't sure exactly what had made you say yes, knowing the last time you stood inside the four walls, your world had crumbled down around you. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe it was just because you were reluctant to believe that that had really been the end.. three long years, and you were still just as in love with him as you were the first time you kissed him at only eleven, under the stairs in the potter closet. 

You took a deep breath before shutting off your engine, not actually prepared to deal with the chill that was going to take over as soon as you opened the door to walk to the boot and collect your bag. You pushed the door open, swinging your feet out to the plush snow that was still coming down, you could get your bag and run, but that ran the risk of falling on your ass and making yourself freeze, or you could just endure the two minutes max it would take you. 

You relentlessly walked to the back of the car, grabbing your heavy bag and lighter one as well before walking up the not so recently shoveled path. 

You could hear the words echoing in your head as you neared the front door. "Your not enough y/n, your not worth it," the words had shattered you, making you feel less than a dirty tissue. You stood in the door that day, as you watched the love of your life leave, destined to do spectacular things, leaving you behind and broken. The worst part? No one had ever known what had gone on between the two of you. Years, of secret meet ups, stolen kisses, and dumb excuses. 

The closest anyone had ever come to finding the truth was the winter of 2018, when Sam had seen Tom leaving your room in the middle of the night, hair a mess and sweaty as he sneaked back to his room. Somehow you had managed to convince him he had imagined the whole thing.. you still weren't sure how that had worked in your favor. 

You took the final steps to the large oak door, glancing at the slab of concrete that held each of your hand prints embedded next to your names, ordered from oldest to youngest. Toms, yours, Sam's, Harry's and then Paddy's little baby hand, him barely being a year when you had made the sweet memory.

"Alright," you whispered as you turned the handle stepping into the toasty cabin. The smell of pasta hit you instantly, something you were sure Sam was whipping up. You heard loud conversations coming from in the main family room, with light music playing in the background. You dropped your bags down next to the staircase, slipping your boots off and onto the mat, and then stripping your heavy coat off, leaving you in just leggings, a light hoodie, and your maroon beanie. Nerves picking up at this point, unaware of who was here yet, and how you would be greeted, having not seen everyone in so long. There was a pattering coming towards you as you looked over to see the grown staffy running at you. "Hi Tess," you sang as you got to her level, letting her greet you with slobbery kisses. "Missed you too darling," you told her as you scratched her head. 

"Tessa?" Tom called, rounding the corner and stopping at the sight of you with the pup, a sight he had seen before, when she was smaller, and you were his. "Hi," he whispered. 

You glanced up, smiling before getting to your feet, Tess not leaving your side. "Hi Tommy," you said, barely above a whisper. Neither of you moved, standing there just looking at each other as if you were in a standoff, waiting to see who would do or say something first. 

"Hey Tom do you- oh my god Y/n's here," Harry yelled pushing past his stunned older brother to wrap you in a long overdue hug. "Missed you kid," he told you, squeezing you too tight. 

"Harry," you giggled, swatting at his curly red hair. 

"Sorry, sorry. It's just been so long," he pointed out.

"Y/n?" Sam's voice was eager as he rounded the corner, nearly in a Sprint as he made his way to you. "God I'm so glad you came!" He screeched as he lifted you into his arms.  

"Me too," you hummed, returning the hug. 

"C'mon, let's go introduce you to everyone," Harry urged, grabbing your hand. 

"Everyone?" You asked in confusion. 

"Harrison, Tuwaine, and Sam's girlfriends," Harry told you. You nodded, not being aware there would be other girls on the trip. The news actually excited you, maybe the estrogen would calm the boys down from being so rowdy and rambunctious. 

"Grace, Molly, Clark-" Harry announced, making the three girls turn towards you. "This is Y/n y/l/n, our oldest friend,"

The three girls got up making their way to you, as the four of you exchanged pleasantries. 

"We have heard so much about you!" Gracie exclaimed. 

"I'm really glad to finally not be the only girl up here," you admitted as you were ushered over to sit with the three of them. 

Meanwhile, Tom was still standing in the front hall, not sure what to do with himself. He had thought that seeing you would be easy. You were just y/n, after all. But when his eyes met yours, the pink hue of your cheeks and nose, sent his mind rushing back to years prior, when he would pull you into the potter closet, freshly in from the snow, kissing the tip of your nose and cradling your hands as he attempted to warm you up. You would never know how much he had loved you, how much he had appreciated and cherished every stolen moment the two of you had shared together, up until the last one. The words still burned his throat, remembering the look on your face as he said them, desperate to not hurt you, but he somehow had managed to screw that up. He had just wanted to let you live your life, not following him around as his life had gotten too overwhelming, he hadn't wanted to put that stress on you, knowing you would have endured it for him, even if it killed you. 

But to see you, just a few steps from him, letting Tess slobber on you with her kisses, nose red, cheeks rosy, in your signature cold outfit, wearing his old hoodie. He wanted to take it all back, he wanted to have crossed the distance pulling you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as he whispered how badly he missed you, and then to pull away, to meet your lips with his, in a warm kiss, a kiss that would bring it all back, every broken promise, every missed opportunity, every longing feeling..

"You alright mate?" Haz asked, bringing Tom out of his head.

"M'allright," Tom lied, knowing Harrison could see right through him, he was the only one who knew, knew how desperately Tom had loved you, how crushed he had been when he called things off, how hard it had been as he walked away from who he was sure was the one. You had been his first, first kiss, first shag, first love, first heartbreak… and he desperately wanted you to be his last. Last love, last kiss, last goodnight, last person he held in his arms on his deathbed. He was sure there was no way, not with the look you had given him three years prior, tears threatening to spill over the brim of your eyes, bottom lip quivering, as you just watched him leave, watched him walk out of your life with no promise to ever return..

This was sure to be a long trip.. 

You nestled your way between Harry and Tess laying your head on Harry's shoulder with your hot chocolate in your hands listening to the conversation they were all having. The fire in the wood burning stove was blazing, radiating a heat that was warming you all to the core. Dinner had come and gone with some slight small talk, leading to everyone shifting to the family room. Sam was in the middle of telling Tuwaine something, to which you weren't paying attention when Molly asked you a question. 

"So y/n, do you have a boyfriend?" She asked, politely.  Your cheeks flushed red as you lifted your head from where it was resting on Harry's shoulder before. 

"No, no boyfriend," you told her with a chuckle.

"Really?" Grace interjected, now solely intrigued with the gossip. "How long since you had one?" She wondered. 

"Three years, actually, pretty close to the day," you took a deep breath all to aware of Tom's, eyes directly on you from across the couch. 

"Three years? Must have been some heartbreak," Clark said, a pitying look on her face. Truth be told, Tom was never your boyfriend, never having put a label on whatever it was the two of you had been doing, but she was right, it was definitely 'some heartbreak'.

"Yeah, I just wasn't enough," you said quietly, an ache in your chest knowing the man who had said those words sitting just a short distance from you. 

"No way," Clark shook her head. "He wasn't good enough for you," she shot you a sweet smile. 

"That's true," Tom muttered from where he had been sitting quietly on the couch, making all the girls turn towards him. 

"Did you know him?" Grace asked. Tom's eyes widened, realizing he had spoken too loud. 

"I- yeah," he sighed, knowing they were going to quiz him on the subject now. 

"Was he awful?" Molly wondered. 

"No, he was great," 

"He was an ass," 

You and Tom had spoken at the same time, you looked up, eyes meeting him in a lingering stare. "He was great," you repeated, not looking away from him. 

"How could you still think that after what i- he said to you?" Tom asked. With your attention fully on him, you could almost forget the others in the room with you.

"He was young, I was younger. Life caught up with us and made the fantasy we were living too real too fast, doesn't mean I have to hate him. I still love him, never stopped…" you reached next to you scratching in between Tessa's ears. "Sometimes you have to push past the hurt to try and understand other people," you whispered, not daring to look up. 

"Is he your soulmate?" Harry asked. You looked besides you, not even aware that he had tuned into the conversation. 

"I don't know," you chuckled. 

You looked across from you to see Tom's sight glued to his hands in his lap, completely unreadable.  

"Have you been with anyone since?" Grace asked, everyone turning to you. 

"Like?" 

"Sexually?"

"Oh," you felt your cheeks heat up at the question. "No actually, he's the only man I have ever been with," you admitted, making Tom's head shoot up to look at you, shock plastered on his face. 

"Three years?" Harry gasped, Dramatically sliding down as though he was wounded. "That's too damn long to not be laid," he told you. 

"I agree," Grace giggled. 

You shook your head and let out a chuckle. You had never been able to bring yourself to move on, fear that it would be betraying your heart, which clearly belonged to someone else, after so many years, it still belonged to him.. 

It was nearly two am when the welcoming conversation died down, Clark and Sam excusing themselves first, followed closely by Harry, and Then you. 

You grabbed your bags, heading up the stairs to the room that had been yours for so many years. The door creaked open, as you pushed through, dropping your bags at the end of the old bed before switching on the lamp. A picture of you and Tom neatly placed in a frame next to it. 

You could still remember the day it was taken, Niki had been following behind all of you as you hiked up the big hill to sled down. You had lost your balance, falling over and pulling Tom down with you, into a soft pile of snow. The smiles on your faces as you had been giggling were so pure, filled with love and adoration. Even Niki could see that, snapping a picture of the moment to be frozen in time forever. 

You walked over to the bed, sitting down lightly as you watched the snow fall from out the window. The view was mesmerizing. The white blanket covering the ground making it impossible for it to be dark. 

You had forgotten how at home it felt here, being where you had grown into a woman, almost every important defining moment happening within these four walls. There was a soft knock on the door. 

"Yeah?" You called out. The door creaked open, and Harrison's head peaked in. 

"Can we talk for a sec?" He asked you. 

"Sure," you nodded to him, before he finished opening the door and walking over to sit beside you.

"I know it really isn't my place to tell you this, but he loves you. He's crazy about you, and that never stopped," he looked over to gauge your reaction. 

"Haz," 

"Y/n, I know that what he did was awful, but you have to know his intentions were pure," you took a deep breath and nodded before sitting back to hear what he had to say. "You knew how busy he got during the civil war, and then with homecoming and infinity war it was even worse, he didn't want to put you through it anymore. With Endgame, and Far from home he had almost no time to do anything else. And he knew it was going to be that way, he knew he wasn't going to be able to be there for you," he explained. 

"He told me-" 

"I know. I know what he said, and I'm not saying you have to forgive him, but just know, he didn't mean it, okay?" He looked at you with his soft blue eyes, trying to fix his best friend's mess. Honestly, what Tom had done hurt you, but you knew he hadn't meant it, there was no way he had meant it. 

"Okay," you nodded. 

"Okay, got to get back to Gracie now," he told you as he jumped up and rushed out. You turned your attention back to the window, hopeful that this trip would get you answers, or at least some closure.

You opened your eyes to the splattering noise at your window. You could see the remnants of an exploded snowball splattered about. You rolled out of bed, pulling the fuzzy blanket that had been on top of you around your body as you made your way to the window. Sam was bundled up, running as Harry charged at him, a freshly made snowball in hand as Tom stood holding Tessa's leash as he watched his younger brothers goofing off. 

He glanced up to the window seeing you looking down at him and lifted his hand in an awkward wave. You giggled and waved back, walking away from the window, and making your way downstairs. The quietness of the house led you to believe everyone else was still asleep. You walked over to the still lit wood stove and tossed in a few more logs to ensure the heat would continue. 

You had never been a great cook, you were actually certifiably bad, but you still decided to go to the kitchen and begin to pull out the ingredients for breakfast. 

You were on your tiptoes about to reach the flour when you heard the front door open and felt the gust of wind. 

"What are you doing?" Sam asked casually as he walked up to the fire sticking his red hands out to get warm.

"Breakfast," you proudly stated. 

"God, no, please y/n, anything but that," Harry groaned as he made his way in. 

"Hey!" You pouted. You couldn't actually be offended, you would have probably ended up giving everyone food poisoning had you gone through with the cooking.

"Don't bully her, she's not that bad of a cook," Tom said as he rounded the corner pulling the beanie from his head to expose his crazy hair. "She makes some mean cookies," Tom reminded them. 

"Oh no," Harry groaned, falling back onto the couch. 

"Baking and cooking are two completely separate things Tom," Sam started. 

"You had to open that can of worms?" Harry asked, looking at Tom. 

"See the science behind-" 

"God! No Sam!" Harry groaned again, making a giggle erupt from your chest. 

"I want to hear Sammy, tell me," you instructed leaning against the counter. Sam shot a cocky look over to Harry before turning and lecturing you for the next thirty minutes on the differences in cooking and baking, and why chefs were not considered bakers and vice versa. By the end you were sitting at the kitchen island as Sam finished the pancakes and bacon. 

"Interesting," you mumbled as he slid a plate of food your way. 

"It truly is," he agreed. You grabbed your fork beginning to eat the food on your plate when you felt a hand on the low of your back. You glanced up with your mouth full to see Tom standing beside you, not even aware of where his hand was placed, or if he was, he wasn't showing it. "Here," Sam said as he slid the plate to him. 

"Thanks Lad," he said as he sat down onto the stool next to you, hand leaving your back as he moved it to grab his fork. He noticed the look on your face of shock. "You alright?" He wondered. 

"Uh- yeah, I'm okay," you nodded, turning your attention back to the food In front of you. 

One single touch and you were completely undone, couldn't even muster the ability to speak. What were you supposed to do for the next week and a half? You weren't sure you could manage… 

"Morning y/n," Clarke said as she walked up behind you. "Morning handsome," she said to Sam.

"Morning beautiful," he said before rounding the counter to giver a quick peck and set a plate In Front of her. "Eat," he instructed. She sat down next to you and started to eat the food. Soon enough everyone had woken up and eaten breakfast. 

"We should go up to the hot springs," Harry said from in front of the fireplace. 

"Awful idea," Harrison laughed. 

"Why?" Gracie asked suddenly. 

"The water is nice and warm, but then when you get out you're still wet and have to hike back down to the cabin, it's miserable," he explained quickly. 

She nodded, "yeah we will pass," 

"Okay," Harry shook his head, "Sam? Clarke?" 

"Yeah we will go," Sam answered. 

"Cool, y/n? Tom?" 

You glanced up from where your nose had been buried In a book having heard your name called with Tom's. "What?" You asked. 

"Hot springs?" 

"Ohh, yeah, I'll go," you sent Harry a smile and glanced over to Tom who had raised brows. 

"Count me in too," he said, not looking away from you. 

"OK, I'll go see about the other two," he announced, jumping to his feet. 

"Don't barge in Baz, you'll see something you don't want to see,"  Harrison laughed, causing everyone else to give a disgusted groan. "What? You all believe they have been "resting" all morning?" He asked. 

"No but you didn't need to say it," Clarke laughed burying her head back into Sam's shoulder. 

Everyone walked ahead of you through the soft snow. The hike up the hill itself wasn't extremely hard, but with the added difficulty of the freshly fallen snow, it seemed to be a much more daunting task. The hot springs were just a little past the sledding hill, and should have only been about a ten minute walk, but you were sure it was easily minute twenty by now. 

Tom could see you struggling, just like old times, he fell back from the rest of the group until you caught up with him. "Here," he said, offering out his arm. 

You grabbed it eagerly, as you attempted to keep your dwindling balance. "thanks," you mumbled as the two of you began to walk. 

"How have you been?" Tom asked quietly. Looking over at your rosy tinted face. 

"Alright, working a lot.. you?" You asked.

"Working," he agreed with a chuckle. 

"The Netflix film was good," you told him.

"You watched that?" He wondered. You could sense the surprise in his voice. 

"Of course Tommy, I've watched everything you have been in," you chuckled. 

You could see from your peripheral vision that his cheeks seemed to get a darker shade of red. "Your favorite?" He asked. 

"Most definitely civil war," you said. "Recognize that butt anywhere," you giggled. 

"Oh shit up," he groaned, rolling his eyes. You couldn't help the nostalgic feel that washed over you

You and Tom trailing behind, lost in your own conversation, while everyone else was way ahead, not minding the two of you. You're not sure how no one ever caught on to the two of you, you were sure, had you been an outsider looking in, it would have been painfully obvious as to what was going on. 

"You remember winter of 17'?" You asked. 

"Hard to forget, we came out here almost every day," Tom chuckled. 

"That year was a good one," you sighed. 

"Winter of 18' was pretty good though," Tom said, glancing over to you. 

"The beginning," you nodded. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" 

"It's ok Tommy, I know you didn't," you told him, a sudden sadness in your eyes as you cut him off. 

"I wish I could take it back," he whispered. 

"Do things differently?" You asked. 

"Yeah, I wouldn't have hid what we had, you deserved to be shown off to the world, not pulled into the closet Every Time I wanted to kiss you," he explained. 

"Hey," you said, "I have some of my best memories in that potter closet," you teased. 

"Yeah," Tom sighed. "I do to," 

You both walked in a comfortable silence before finally catching up with the others at the natural hot springs, the water letting off a beautiful steam, surrounded by white fluffy snow. 

"It's gorgeous out here!" Clarke exclaimed as she shimmied out of her clothes to rush into the water. 

"Not as gorgeous as you, sweetheart," Sam teased. 

"Blegh," Harry faked a gag. "Stop being so gross," he told his twin. 

"Oh, piss off Baz," Sam quipped back. 

She was right though, it was a gorgeous sight, and it brought back many fond memories to be back. 

"Ok, y/n, craziest sexual experience?" Clark asked as you all settled in the hot water. 

"What?" You asked shocked. 

"She does this, you'll get used to it," Harry told you. 

"Oh, well.. what classifies as crazy?" You asked.

"Public, secret, kinky.. whatever you can think." She explained. 

"Ok, well I guess there was this one time, up at a ski lodge. We were stopped on a trail because someone had eaten it pretty badly, and so we just went behind the trees and-" 

"Y/n!" Tom interrupted. 

You glanced over to him to see his face red in shock, and noticed the other three also had a shocked look on their faces.

"What?" You asked quickly. 

"How do you and Tom have almost an identical story?" Sam asked. 

You felt your stomach tighten up. Of course this hadn't been a new question. You should have just lied and kept the story to yourself. "I.. I don't know," you said pathetically. 

"Y/n.." Harry deadpanned. "Who was it with you at the ski lodge?" 

You felt your face flush even redder, as you didn't know what to say or how to get yourself out of this mess. 

"Oh My God!" Sam exclaimed. "I knew I wasn't fucking crazy," he announced turning to Harry. "I caught Tom sneaking out of Y/n's room one night!" 

"Wait a minute-" Tom interrupted. 

"No. No, you two were shagging," Sam accused with a bony finger pointing at Tom. 

"Sam it's not-" 

"You're not denying it?!" Harry gasped looking back and forth between the two of you. 

You sighed loudly as you looked at Tom, who looked just about as embarrassed as you felt. 

"How long?!" Sam asked. "When did it start?" 

Tom sighed before shooting you an apologetic look. "First time was in 2013," Tom said. 

"2013!? Thomas! You lost your virginity to Y/n?!" Harry exclaimed, completely shocked.

"That was after two years of a lot of kissing and hand stuff," Tom admitted. 

"Tommy!" You exclaimed, throwing him a look. 

"Let me get this straight," Harry chuckled dryly. "The two of you started to mess around at 14 and 15?" 

"More or less," you told him. 

"And you just kept it hidden?" Sam asked. 

"I mean… yeah," Tom admitted. 

"So how long did it last?" Clarke asked. 

"Until the winter after Infinity war," Tom said. 

"Thomas, that's like seven years," Sam pointed out. 

"Well if you count from the first time we kissed then-" 

"Tom stop," you instructed. "Yeah me and Tom, did things, and we hid it because we knew it would cause problems," you explained.

"For who?" Sam asked, confused.

"For us," You told him, "Tom was twenty two and I was twenty one and I told him that I would come with him, but that meant Making things real between us, and leaving the little bubble we had created, so he called it off," you explained. 

"Is that what you think?" Tom asked. 

"No, that's what happened," you told him.

"No, you had just been accepted into uni, and I had to leave for filming, and I told you I didn't want to be without you, so you offered to give up on uni. I couldn't let you do that, I needed you to live out your dream, that's why I called it off," Tom admitted.  

"What?" You asked shocked. 

"You thought this whole time I was scared to commit to you?" Tom wondered.

"Umm, yeah," you admitted. 

"I feel like this is a very private conversation," Clarke whispered to Sam. 

"Shh, it's about to get better," he told her quietly. 

"Y/n, I only did what I did because I was so in love with you," Tom whispered, as he moved closer to you. 

"Tom, you told me and I quote 'you are not enough y/n. You're not worth it'" you reminded him. 

"Only because I couldn't see any other way to get you to let me go, it was wrong, and I shouldn't have said that, because I didn't mean it…" he explained. His eyes were warm and genuine as he brought his hand up to your cheek. "The only thing I ever wanted with you was the real deal. I wanted to bring you home to my parents, even though you grew up knowing them. I wanted to have you on my arm at the premieres and at random galas I have to attend, but I knew that uni was your dream, and you worked so hard for it, I couldn't be the reason you missed out on that," he explained. 

"I graduated early," you blurted without thinking. 

"What?" Tom asked, eyebrows furrowing together. 

"I graduated last month. A year early, I got my bachelor's degree in business," you told him.

"Y/n, that is amazing," he exclaimed, pulling you into his arms. 

"Yeah, I achieved my dream," you mumbled against his chest.  

"That's so great, I'm so proud of you," he told you before Pulling back and crashing his lips into yours, for a moment you nearly forgot about the company that was with you, being completely captivated by his lips on yours. 

"I want to say I didn't see that coming," Sam chuckled. 

"I didn't," Harry admitted. 

"Awweee," Clark exclaimed. 

Tom pulled away, whispering a quick sorry before moving back to sit down, but not letting his hand leave where it rested around your waist. 

You spent the next two hours at the hot springs explaining how you snuck around for so many years without anyone finding out. 

You walked up the steps to the back door of the cabin completely frozen from your wet undergarments underneath your clothes. "I call shower first!" You exclaimed running through the door and straight through the kitchen and the living room towards the stairs. 

"Have fun?" You heard Harrison call out. 

"Frozen solid, I'll answer when I've thawed," you called back. 

You slipped your clothes off before you started the water, letting it warm up. You slipped your chilled body into the warm stream, feeling the pins and needles from the sudden temperature change. 

There was a soft knock on the door before it opened. 

"I'll be fast," you called out not knowing who had come in. 

"You're going to use all the hot water," Tom's voice teased. 

You peaked your head out the curtain seeing him leaning against the counter with a smirk on his face. "I don't take that long," you told him. 

"You know, we could just shower together, save water." He told you. 

"What an environmentalist, you are," you teased. 

"Is that a no?" He Wondered. 

"Did I say no?" You asked, feeling your stomach fill with butterflies. 

You heard him chuckle before the sound of a zipper. "Y/n?" He asked. 

"Yeah, Tommy?" You bit down on your bottom lip waiting anxiously.

"You can tell me to leave, I'd understand it if you didn't want me around," he nearly whispered, fear lacing his tone. 

"Tommy," 

"Yeah y/n?" 

"Better get in here before I use all the hot water," you quipped. You didn't have to tell him again, with one swift motion, the curtain opened just enough for him to slip into the rather small shower. His hands found your waist almost instantly, pushing your body against the cold tile, crashing his lips into yours. It was nothing new, you had done this so many times before, but there was just something different about it. Maybe it was that you hadn't been with him in three years, or maybe it was because now you weren't hiding, or maybe, just maybe, it was because life had finally aligned just right, and it was your time. 

You reached your fingers up to the nape of his neck, fingers twiddling with the curls. His fingers dug into your hips as he pushed his bare body against yours. 

Your skin burned under his touch, a fire blazing inside of you. Tom's lips moved from your mouth down to your jaw and then to your neck. 

"Y/n?" Harrison's voice called out, you hadn't even heard the door open. Tom lifted his head from your neck and you clasped your hand over his mouth. 

"Yeah Haz?" You asked. 

"You and Tom talked?" He wondered. 

"Little bit," you admitted as Tom chuckled, shaking his head. 

"Good, good. Was worried he was going to be a puss and never admit his truths to you," he said, making Tom furrow his brows together. "He can be a real div, ya know. Never knows the right thing to say," at this point you rolled your eyes knowing very well that Harrison was more than aware that Tom was in the shower with you, and was just trying to push his buttons. Which seemed to be working. Tom gripped your wrist pulling your hand from his mouth. 

"Hey mate, while I do love hearing about my flaws," tom said, "I'd really like to make up for losing the last three years here, so unless you're trying to hear that-" 

"I'm going," Harrison chuckled, exiting the bathroom in a rather quick fashion. 

"We will never live this down," you pointed out. 

"Honestly y/n, who cares," he whispered, returning his lips to your neck, sucking slightly on your sweet spot. 

Your fingers laced into his curly hair tugging lightly. "Tommy," you whimpered. 

The thing that had always been so easy between the two of you was that Tom had helped you discover yourself. Everything you had ever wanted, Tom had given you,  he was one one of the most understanding and patient men you had ever met. So as you withered away under his lips on your neck whimpering his name, he knew just what you wanted. 

He slipped his hand from where it was placed on your hip, down to your aching core. 

"Right here, darling?" He asked as he pushed his knee between your legs, giving him enough room to slip his hand between your thighs. 

"Please," you begged. His fingers slid seamlessly through your already soaking folds. 

"Always so good for me," he whispered into your ear, making your knees feel weak. 

He trailed his fingers through your folds and right up to your clit, rubbing slight circles on the little bundle of nerves. You dropped your head to his shoulder, letting out a moan. 

"Tommy- s..So good," you told him before he gently pushed a finger in. 

"Still so tight I see," he whispered, slipping another finger in. 

You lifted your head Back up, crashing your lips into his. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip, and you eagerly gave him access. It was a heated mess of teeth clashing as neither of you seemed to be able to get enough of the other. Tom curled his fingers inside you, making you gasp as he found the right spot. You threw your head back, hitting the tile wall a little harder than you intended.

"Right there?" He asked. 

"Mhmm," you panted as you felt the band in your belly getting ready to snap. 

"Want you to let go, pretty girl, can you do that for me?" He asked.

His words pushed you over the edge, hips moving on their own accord as a pornographic moan left your mouth.  

"That's it my pretty girl," Tom cooed as he worked you through the high, eyes never leaving you. 

As soon as your legs quit shaking and the quiet whimpers stopped leaving your lips, Tom pulled his hand from where it had been between your legs, bringing the two fingers he had buried inside you up to his mouth and sucking them clean. 

"Christ Tom," you groaned. 

"Was that good princess?" He asked.

"So good," you nodded, pushing your lips back against his.

KNOCK* KNOCK* 

"Y/n! You're going to use all the hot water!" Sam called through the door. 

"Probably should get out," Tom chuckled. 

"Yeah," you agreed. 

You turned the water off, quickly hopping out and wrapping a towel around your wet body, Tom doing the same thing. 

You picked up your clothes before opening the bathroom door to Sam standing there, waiting. Your cheeks went rosy as you walked out of the bathroom first. 

"Sorry," you mumbled, making your way down the hall to your room. Tom stepped out with his clothes, turning down the opposite side of the hall to his room. 

"In the shower?!" Sam groaned. 

"Sorry mate," Tom chuckled. 

You got to your bedroom, dropping your soiled clothes into the hamper before rummaging around for some comfy warm clothes. You settled on an old hoodie that you had stashed in the wardrobe (you were pretty sure it was once toms) and a nice pair of fuzzy pajama pants. 

You collapsed onto your bed, hair still wet and mind going a million miles an hour. Your door creaked open, and you didn't even have to look up to know who it was. 

"You alright?" Tom asked. 

"More than alright," you answered, not even looking over to him. 

"So you graduated?" He asked. 

You propped yourself up on your elbows. "I did," you nodded. 

He nodded, a smile spreading over his face. "What are you doing now?" He wondered. 

"Haven't really decided yet," you admitted. It was the truth, you had barely moved your stuff out of your dorm and back to your parents house, you weren't sure exactly what you were planning to do. 

"Can I throw you an idea?" Tom asked. 

"Please," you giggled. 

He walked over, plopping down on your bed, pulling you into his lap so you were straddling him. 

"Come with me," he whispered. 

"Where?" You giggled, wrapping your fingers in his hair. 

"Anywhere, everywhere, just stay with me?" He begged. 

You leaned forward resting your forehead to his and sighing."Tommy, I never wanted to leave you in the first place," you admitted. 

"I love you," he told you, looking into your eyes, with his honey golden brown ones. 

"I love you," you whispered. Tom leaned more into you, lips searching for yours. His hands grasped your ass as he pressed your lips together eagerly. It was like he said, you had to make up for the lost three years. 

You let yourself get lost in Tom's lips, feeling like a lovesick teenager all over again. You rocked your hips against his as you kissed, feeling him growing beneath you. 

You continued your movements, pressing your core harder against his growing bulge, making him groan into the kiss. You knew what you were doing, bringing Tom to the point of no return.   

“Y/n” Tom groaned into your lips. 

“What is it, pretty boy?” you asked as you let your lips travel down to his neck, nibbling and sucking on all the exposed skin. 

“I want you,” he whispered, hands running up and down your covered back.  

“You have me,” you chuckled against his skin, “You have always had every bit of me,” Tom clutched your ass as he flipped you on your back, returning his lips to yours in a demanding, intention filled kiss. His hands traveled to the hem of the hoodie, before he pulled it up lightly. You sat up pulling it over your head and tossing it to the end of the bed. Tom doing the same with the shirt he had on, before finding his way back to your body. 

“God i have fucking missed you,” Tom groaned as he trailed his lips from yours to the valley of your breasts, pausing at each one to pay your nipples attention. You groaned as his lips enveloped the hardening bud, while he took the other in his fingers. He knew what you liked and how you liked it, and he knew how to get you right to the point he wanted… you begging for him. He moved his lips farther down your abdomen, sucking gently before making it to the bend of your pajama pants. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, shooting you a look, waiting for confirmation. You quickly nodded. He pulled the pants down your legs painfully slowly as he drank in the sight of your body. 

“So perfect,” he complimented as he took the pants from around your ankles, dropping them to the floor. He had your leg in his grasp and took the opportunity to place a kiss on your ankle, trailing them gently and slowly up your legs, making the ace you felt in your core intensify dramatically. “Oh Tommy,” you groaned as he placed a kiss on your bundle of nerves. 

“What is it, love?” He asked innocently from between your legs. 

“Tommy please,” you let out, fingers intertwined in his messy curls. “Please fuck me,” you begged. 

You saw the smirk flash across his face as he pushed himself up from in between your legs crashing his lips into yours. You reached down as you eagerly attempted to rid him of his sweats, failing miserably in the heat of the moment. “I've got it,” he chuckled as he peeled the fabric from his body, freeing his aching cock, from the hold of the fabric. Just the sight of him there, naked, between your legs, hand wrapped around his hard member was mouthwatering. 

“Ready,'' he asked as he ran his tip through your soaking folds. You nodded eagerly as he slowly sank into you, stretching you beautifully. 

Three years, but it was still like muscle memory. Your hands grasped at Tom's neck as your legs snaked around his waist. “Want me to be gentle?” He asked as he bottomed out. 

“We have the rest of our lives to be gentle,” you told him. “But right now,” you lifted your lips to his ear as you nibbled on his lobe gently. “I want you to wreck me,” You whispered, making a guttural groan leave his lips before he began thrusting into you. 

Your head fell back onto the bed as tom pounded into you, back arching from the mattress as each stroke of his cock brushed eagerly on your g spot. You could feel yourself already clenching around him. Barely any time and you were already about to give in. 

Tom's movements slowed suddenly as he brought his lips to yours and kissed you. “I'm sorry, y/n, you'll never know how sorry I am,” he whispered. 

You couldn't stop the tears from rushing to your eyes at the sentiment behind his words, knowing how sincere he actually was. 

“I forgive you Tommy,” you whispered, kissing him deeper. His movements quickened once again, as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. “Tommy,” you whimpered as you felt your walls begin to clench around him. 

“Me too baby,” he groaned as you felt him twitch inside of you. You brought your lips back to him as you both fell over the edge, a beautiful symphony of pure ecstasy taking over both of your bodies. 

Tom fell beside you, arm draped over you as you both laid there, chests heaving and legs shaking. “Can't believe I lasted three years without you,” Tom mumbled. 

“I don't know how you did it,” you teased. 

“Y/N,” He said seriously. You looked at him with furrowed brows. “I was serious, come with me, be with me?” you felt the breath hitch in your throat as you watched the nervousness take over him, awaiting your answer. 

“Yes,” you whispered as your head nodded. Tom's face lit up as he pulled your body against his, lips clashing again, but in a different way, a way that felt like it would be forever. An unspoken promise being sealed between two people desperately in love after all this time. 

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Daddy, I’m afraid...

The sky turned black as midnight in just a few moments. The wind was howling, and clouds were spinning. Rain was falling so hard you couldn’t see more than a few feet in front of you. Thunder shook the house, and lightening bolted across the sky every few seconds. From my perch on a chair by the living room window, I was bent nearly in half trying to see the sky - looking for funnel clouds.

These spring storms in Texas would pop up out of nowhere, and in the 1960′s, we didn’t have the advancement in weather technology and warnings that we have today. I wasn’t much bigger than a toddler, and terrified of storms. Even the slightest rainfall would send me into absolute terror for fear of a tornado that I knew could destroy our family and our home.

This storm was a bad one. The power was already out, and a transistor radio was blaring static-y warnings in the kitchen. Everyone in the family had a flashlight (except for me), and my mattress was already propped up in the hallway outside the bathroom, while the tub was lined with blankets.

Mama was fussing around gathering everything together that needed to be moved to a safer location, and Wally and I watched on with rapt attention. Daddy had been outside on the sidewalk in the rain watching the sky. I was scared for me, but I was more scared for him. I was crying uncontrollably, and yelling for him to come back inside the (presumed) safety of the house to bunker down with the rest of us and wait out the storm.

After a few minutes he rushed back in and gave Mama a nod - and she quickly started barking orders in her ‘drill sergeant’ voice - to take shelter. ‘Get in the bath tub now!’ Wally immediately ran to the bathroom, and all but jumped into the tub. I on the other hand, had a complete and total 4 year old meltdown, frozen in place crying and screaming while the lightening and thunder increased and tornado sirens blasted through the neighborhood. I was immediately scooped up in Daddy’s strong arms, and he clutched me tightly to his chest and put me in the tub. I can’t remember if Mama got in with us or not, but Daddy didn’t. He put the mattress over us, and held my hand - crouched down beside the tub. I was still terrified and crying, but he held my hand with one hand, and cupped my face with the other.

He lifted the mattress enough for me to see him, and looked right into my eyes.

‘Daddy, I’m afraid!’

He smiled at me - even during a desperate situation, and said - ‘Lauri, baby girl, do I look afraid?’

I looked deeply into his light blue eyes, looking for traces of fear. In the next moments that passed, I never saw anything resembling fear at all. He was calm, at peace and fearless. ‘No Daddy. You don’t look afraid at all’. His next words would turn out to be words that I would never forget… ‘Baby, when you see me afraid, then you can be afraid.’

Dear Daddy,

I know that the disease that has ravaged you - torments and plays tricks with your emotions. I know you are so confused and fearful of what lies ahead. During the last 6 months you have beaten all odds and have even improved far beyond what the doctors can explain. But I also know that despite my prayers to the contrary, God isn’t going to let us keep you with us. It simply wouldn’t be fair to you. He has graced us with several more months of beautiful moments and new memories of an amazing father who simply won’t give up. And we will cherish these days until we are reunited with you again in Heaven. What a day that will be.

I know you are afraid. But after praying to my heavenly Father today about my earthly one…. He reminded me of how your strength and words of assurance kept me through that storm so long ago. You gave me the courage that day to lay down my fear and pick up your faith.

So I am repeating your words that you can’t possibly remember back to you today. Daddy, the next step in your journey is secure. I know what comes after the storm, even if you can’t see it. And even at 80 years old, end stage Alzheimer’s, and recurrent kidney failure….your future has never looked brighter.

When you see me afraid…. then you can be afraid.

And I am not afraid…

#alzheimersawareness #daddysgirl

[monicashipslokius]

“Kneel.”

Loki looks at them, these simple mortal beings. So primitive. Like ants, running loose, lost without a queen. But they needn’t fear any longer. Loki is here, and will be their leader now. They will find purpose - glorious purpose - under their rule.

“Kneel!” Loki says again, louder, and finally they fall into line. One after the next, down to their knees, to praise -

“Um. Excuse me. Uh, sorry. This is awkward.” A man steps away from the rest. He’s wearing a dreary brown suit with a tie that needs fixing. Gray hair. Mustache. A typical, everyday Midgardian.

Loki should silence him at once. And yet - they still their hand. There’s something oddly... compelling about this fumbling oaf. Perhaps it’s the way he’s looking at Loki. Not with fear, but with interest. Curiosity. Almost a quiet understanding.

No one ever looks at Loki like that.

The man rubs the back of his neck. “It’s just that. Well. I think I might be your soulmate?”

Someone in the crowd shushes him.

Another asks, “Are you crazy?”

A woman hisses, “Mobius. There’s no way -”

The man - Mobius - glances back at her and shrugs. “So they’re ambitious.”

“They’re going to kill you.”

“Nah.” Mobius turns back to Loki. “Just a little pussycat.”

He starts forward, gently moving through the kneeling crowd, whispering, “Excuse me, pardon me, coming through,” on his way to the front.

Loki tracks his every step, watchful for any sign of trickery, but they can detect no magic on this mortal. The absolute gall of this man, to approach Loki - child of Asgard, god of mischief - as if they are equals.

Loki shouldn’t just silence him, they should scorch him from the whole of the realms.

But then Mobius smiles at Loki, a big, wide thing that twists Loki up inside. Perhaps they will wait to destroy him, if only for a moment, if only to hear him out. Loki considers themself a fair god, after all.

Listening. Then destruction.

“Speak, mortal,” Loki commands. “If that is what you desire. But know your life hangs on your words.”

Mobius looks at Loki, watching for a moment, smile never dimming. “Oh, yeah. You’re definitely the one.”

“I am all things,” Loki says, ever magnanimous.

Mobius points at them. “You’re my soulmate.”

Loki frowns. “I am not.” Then they frown harder. They know lies well, and that  felt like a big one.

But that couldn’t be.

“I have no soulmate,” Loki says, ignoring the familiar sting that comes with the words. Words repeated again and again, as all the seers in Asgard looked into their future and saw them standing alone.

Mobius’s smile softens. “Are you sure about that?”

No. Not really. How many years have passed since Loki last had the seers check? Is it possible... perhaps Mobius had been born in that time? He is but a mortal. How old could he be? 40 years? 50? The blink of an eye.

Mobius holds out a hand. “Wouldn’t you like to check?” That suit truly is ridiculous, outdated and well-worn. If they are soulmates, Loki will take him to Asgard at once and buy him -

Loki forces an abrupt stop to their own thoughts. This is deception, meant to shake them from their true purpose.

“Once I discover you are deceiving me, I will purge you from existence.”

“Okay, sure. Whatever you want.” Mobius waves his hand impatiently. “Isn’t worth trying? Then, you know, purge from existence and all that...”

“Mobius,” the same woman whisper-yells from the crowd.

Mobius rolls his eyes. “Work friend. She’s very protective.”

“She has reason to be,” Loki says, looking at that offered hand. At the long, steady fingers, the delicate wrist. Mortals are such fragile things. Beings to be conquered. Not loved.

And yet.

Loki lifts a hand. They rub their thumb and forefinger together. They will attempt a small touch for curiosity’s sake. Then, the promised destruction.

“Aren’t you afraid?” Loki asks.

“No. Excited, maybe. Not everyday you meet your soulmate.”

“You keep saying that.”

“I’m feeling confident.”

Loki swallows hard. Then they reach out. They don’t take Mobius’s hand, not fully. They merely brush the pad of one finger to the edge of his thumb.

It is enough.

Visions flood through their mind. Mobius laughing. Mobius taking Loki’s hand, pressing his lips to their knuckles, one after the next. Mobius leaning in and kissing them on their lips. Mobius pressing Loki against a wall, and Loki letting themself be pressed.

“I love you,” Mobius says under cover of darkness, in the light of day, out in the ocean on the back of some type of motorized water vehicle. “I love you,” again and again, filling the dark depths of Loki’s heart until it overflows, bursting with happiness. With immeasurable love.

Loki snaps back to the present and slowly, so slowly, withdraws their hand.

Mobius’s smile could light the whole city. “I knew it was you.”

Loki opens their mouth to speak, but what comes out is a gasped breath, very near a sob. The love from the vision has vanished, but the phantom feel of it has Loki wanting.

Deception. Has to be. But they are immune to enchantment. And there’s no magic on this man.

To be loved like that. To be held and... cherished. Even now, Mobius looks at them like they hold of all of his hopes and dreams. Loki wonders how they are looking back.

“It’s okay.” Mobius holds up both hands now, like placating a wounded animal. “I know it’s overwhelming.” Mobius takes a small step forward. Loki does too. Mobius is right there. A promise of a life Loki never thought they’d have - right there.

“Mobius,” Loki says, and the name is perfect on their tongue. They could say it a hundred times more, a thousand. They are desperate to. “Mobius.”

“I’m right here.” Mobius steps closer. Loki reaches and grabs his forearm, bunching a handful of that ugly sleeve into their fist. “I’ve got you.”

“You cannot imagine how long -”

“Step away from him,” comes a new, authoritative voice. This one, like Mobius, lacks fear, but unlike Mobius, is decidedly not Loki’s soulmate.

“We’re kind of in the middle of something,” Mobius says over his shoulder, to Captain America. “Could you give us a minute?”

Captain America does not give them a minute. “Release the citizen, Loki.”

“Wow, you are really misreading the situation,” Mobius says.

In the sky, a flying vehicle arms its weapons. Every nerve in Loki’s body stands on end, seeing Mobius in the way of it.

Loki yanks Mobius forward, closer to him, then behind him, shielding him with their body.

“Loki!” Mobius starts.

But its too late. Captain America is moving closer. Loki blocks some of his blows, misses a few others. He’s strong, but not on the level of a god. Not usually. But Loki keeps leaving themself open to protect the vulnerable mortal behind them. Loki doesn’t think Captain America would hurt Mobius, but the risk is too great. The cost is too high for Loki to guess wrong.

The sudden arrival of Tony Stark only makes matters more difficult.

When Loki raises their hands in defeat, Mobius storms around them.

“Mobius,” Loki says in alarm. Mobius is now in the way of far too many weapons. Does he not understand how fragile he is? Or how important?

“I got this, Loki,” Mobius tells them. To the others, “Now everybody hold on a minute.”

“Please move yourself to safety, citizen,” Captain America says.

“I’m perfectly safe right here.”

“Standing right there is how you get a knife in the back,” Tony Stark says.

“Loki won’t hurt me.”

“He must be brainwashed,” Captain America says.

Mobius huffs out a frustrated breath. “You aren’t listening. Loki is my soulmate.”

Tony Stark looks at Captain America. “Definitely brainwashed.” He clears his throat. “But I’ll bite. Who exactly are you?”

“Mobius M. Mobius.”

“Uh, huh. So your parents hated you,” Tony Stark says. Before Mobius can answer, Tony asks, “And what do you do, Mobius M. Mobius?”

“I’m a data analyst for a corporate conglomerate.”

“Right,” Tony Stark says. “Loki of Asgard forever bound to Mobius M. Mobius, the data analyst. Sounds fake, but okay.”

Mobius’s shoulders sink. “You don’t have to be rude about it.”

Annoyance flares hot under Loki’s skin. Mobius is perfect and how dare these simpletons insinuate otherwise. How dare they make him feel anything less than he is.

Loki takes a strong step forward, but Mobius catches sight of them first and places a hand on their chest, stilling them. Loki holds, only for Mobius’s sake.

“It’s no big deal,” Mobius says.

“They cannot speak to you like that. You are the soulmate of a god.”

“I’m not thrilled about it either. Data analysis is a respectable line of work. I’ve saved my company hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

Loki nods along, hoping they look impressed enough to spare Mobius’s feelings, when truly they have no idea what he is talking about. But whatever restores Mobius’s confidence is what they will do.

“Huh,” says Tony Stark. “Pencil pusher just stopped the god of mischief with a touch. You see that?”

“I saw it,” says Captain America. “I don’t think they’re lying.”

Mobius presses his lips together in a hard line before taking a breath and saying, “Loki, you have magic, right? Can you like...” He holds up his hands and waggles his fingers. “Magic us out of here. I think it’s getting a little crowded. Some conversations are supposed to be private.”

Loki likes the idea of... talking, but they had a plan when they came here today.

Loki looks at the scepter. At the people, no longer kneeling. At Captain America and Tony Stark, arguing about Mobius. And then, finally, they look at Mobius himself, with his calm, steady presence, ever-soft smile, and ill-fitting suit.

Loki meant to conquer all of Midgard. And this, being captured, was part of the plan. But. Perhaps. What’s waiting another day? Or two.

They very well can’t let Mobius be captured. To think of it, most of their plans might need changing now.

“Hold onto me,” Loki says.

“Happily.” Mobius goes easily into their arms.

And Loki holds tight as they magic away.

#i wrote this #lokius #loki x mobius #wowki #lokius fanfic #soulmate au #this has been in my drafts all week #i've been trying to figure out how to end it i'm still not sure lol but i think we've reached an okay place? #forgive errors i didn't want to rewatch the whole movie so i might be forgetting important plot points #also forgive any mischaracterization of your faves i tried to be gentle #i had a thought about this that would not leave until it was written

[macnevercries]

Champagne and Cake

(Dilf! Bakugou x Chubby F! Reader)

Warnings- oral(receiving), penetrative sex, cream pie, breeding kink, slight daddy kink, age gap, plus sized reader, mentions of alcohol

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Men your age usually don’t go for your body type. 20 something’s have always gone for skinnier girls, at least in your experience. But men in there 30s and 40s? They absolutely adored you. All of your soft curves and plush body, perfect in their eyes. You were used to the attention from the older men, it was a confidence booster but you never considered dating any of them. You always pined for your male friends who didn’t return your feelings. Who knew someone out there would change your mind.

Going out to meet online dates scared you, you were afraid of being catfished or harassed but this one was different. You had been talking for almost a month and he seemed so.. genuine. His personality could be prickly but at least he was being real to himself. You cherished honesty and he gave it to you. He was a little older, but you decided to step out of your comfort zone. Despite his age he was insanely handsome, in fact his age added to his looks.

You slip on a little black dress and kitten heels, getting ready for your date. You don’t remember the last time you had been this excited. And on top of that he was taking you to a real restaurant, not just a coffee shop. This man was full of green flags.

You pass by the mirror and check yourself out one last time before going to grab your purse, even you had to admit you looked good. Your phone dings from the couch and you rush over to get it, tripping a little as you go. Picking up your phone you see a message from your date;

-Can I pick you up at your house? There’s a specific detour on the way back from the restaurant I’d like to show you, it’s a place I love-

You read over his message, a little suspicious but you decide it’s okay. You had been talking for such a long time and you have to admit you’re quite interested in what place he would take you to. You type your address with a smiley face sitting down on your couch. After scrolling through your phone for around 10 minutes you get another text from him and you run to the door, adjusting your hair and grabbing your purse.

You lock your door behind you and dash over to the blonde man, grinning wildly. He chuckles at your excitement, embracing you in a hug as a greeting. You don’t expect it but you hug him back, man does he smell good. You inhale into his shoulder, cedar, spice and caramel filling your nose. You can’t help but nuzzle your face into him a little, quickly pulling back when your realize what you’ve done. You apologize quietly, an embarrassed red flushing your cheeks.

His crimson eyes take you in. He couldn’t help but think how cute you were, a blushing mess, round cheeks and plush thighs showing out of the bottom of your dress. You looked good enough to eat.

-You look gorgeous- he smiles, eyes crinkling at the ends.

Somehow your face manages to get redder -Thank you, you look amazing too-

His pictures don’t do him justice. His spiked blonde hair reminds you of his youthful personality, but his smile lines and wisdom-filled eyes give him away. He’s taller than you, a little tan from years in the sun and broadly built. His shoulders extend far and muscles line his arms, perfectly covered by his well-fit suit that doesn’t leave much to the imagination. He’s more gorgeous than any man you’ve been with.

He takes your hand and opens the passenger side door for you, walking around to get in after you. Such a gentleman, no man your age had ever treated you with such respect.

-Where are we going?- you ask as he pulls out of your driveway.

-A restaurant down town, only the best for a darling like you-

-Katsuki don’t mess around, I meant the ‘detour’ you told me about-

-That’s a secret, it would be no fun if I told you-

You huff, slightly annoyed at his response but still giddy with excitement. He drives calmly, it’s obvious he’s been doing it for years. As you pass through the city he reaches his hand out and places it on top of your thigh.

-Is this okay?- he asks, glancing over at you. You nod a little too quickly, the feeling of his gruff hands on your soft skin a little overwhelming in the best way.

-Good, you’re mine- He squeezes your thigh a little rough and your can only nod, his words going straight to your core.

You pull up to the restaurant and once again he gets out, opening your door and helping you out. You link your arm around his as he leads you into the most elegant place you’ve ever seen. He speaks to the hostess with you at his side, words flow from his lips as smooth as silk and it’s obvious he charms not only you.

You get led to a private table in the back, food already waiting for you.

-I hope you don’t mind that I went ahead and ordered for us, I know the best things here and I wanted you to be able to try them all-

You sit down across from him, mouth open in awe at the presentation in front of you. It looked amazing, a variety of expensive looking dishes almost completely covered the table.

-You did all this for me?-

-Anything for you princess, I love to spoil-

You giggle at his nickname, satisfied with how the date was going. You both dig into the food, exchanging small chatter smoothly as you eat. The atmosphere is romantic and serene, you couldn’t ask for anything better.

Waiters come to collect your plates and bring Bakugou a box and a bottle.

-What’s that?- you smirk, wiggling your eyebrows at him

-Part of the surprise sweetheart-

You fake a pout, grabbing his strong arm again as you leave the restaurant. He sets the box and the bottle in the back, resting his hand on your leg once again as he drives. He drives out of the city and towards the hillside, a beautiful forest surrounding you. You gape at the landscape, you hadn’t explored far out past the city very much and it was so enchanting at sunset. He drives up a hill, parking towards the top near a few trees.

-Can you stay here for a few minutes?-

You whine but nod, not wanting him to leave. He grabs the items from the back and opens the trunk, walking out of your view through the forest. He returns soon, a piece of fabric in his hands. He grabs your arm and locks the car, tucking your hair behind your ears.

-Turn around for me-

You don’t question it when he wraps a blindfold around your eyes, careful with the pressure but making sure you can’t see anything.

-Trust me okay? You’ll love this-

-Mhm, I trust you Katsuki-

You don’t see his smirk, but you can almost tell that it’s there. He leads you through the trees, one of his hands on either of your shoulders, a firm grip that reassures you. He stops suddenly, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you from behind. He slips the fabric off of your eyes and you audibly gasp at the view.

A blanket is in front of you, cake and champagne set out on top of them. Beyond the blanket is the most beautiful sunset, the sky pink and red, clouds blending the colors. Hills beyond it lit up by the soft light. It looks like a painting, it’s perfect.

-This is my favorite place and I wanted to bring you here-

His arms don’t leave you, in fact he squeezes you tighter. You feel so good in his arms, so soft, so comfortable.

-Thank you Katsuki, this is amazing-

-You’re amazing, you deserve this princess-

You turn around and link your arms behind his neck, standing on your tip toes to kiss him. You pull away after a few seconds but he grabs the back of your head, pulling you in for another, hungrier kiss. He eases you down onto the blanket, taking his place above you.

His lips are soft, tongue rough as he swipes it against your mouth, pleading for entrance. Your lips part slightly and he shoves his way in, exploring the caverns of your mouth. You give into him, letting him take care of you. Eventually you part, foreheads pressing together as you pant into his mouth. You can feel him poking your thigh and you raise your eyebrows in question.

-What can I say? You make me feel young again-

You laugh and he grins, caressing your face. He could hold you like this forever. He kisses your cheek, lips, jaw, neck and exposed collarbone, making his way down. He never takes his eyes off you as he pulls on the bottom of your dress, waiting for your nod before continuing. He kisses up your thighs, blushing when he comes face to face with your lacey panties.

-For me?-

-Who else?-

He growls, biting your thigh. You gasp and shove your fingers into his blonde locks, tugging slightly. His calloused hands play with the hem of your panties, pulling them down excruciatingly slow. He finally pulls them off, shoving them into his pocket. He flattens his tongue, licking a long stripe up your dripping slit. You shiver, gushing more slick at the feel of his experienced mouth.

-So wet for me princess-

You can feel the grin in his face as he presses kisses against your slit, a large finger toying with your entrance. Before you can even comprehend the pleasure he has two fingers pumping inside of you and his lips wrapped around your clit, teeth grazing it lightly. Your hips grind up into his face and he uses his free hand to hold you down, a bruising grip holding you still.

His fingers scissor inside of you, exploring your velvet walls until he finds the spot that makes your thighs tremble. He curls his fingers against it and nips your clit, unraveling you below him. He eases you down from your orgasm, slowing his movements and pulling out his fingers. His chin glistens in the fading sunlight.

-Open up-

Fuzzy-minded, you obey without thought. His fingers enter your mouth and you wrap your lips around them, sucking diligently. You taste yourself on his skin, the flavor only making you wetter. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a string of spit connecting them to your lips.

-More, Katsuki, I want more- He chuckles darkly at your plea, a smirk spreading over his face.

-More? I can work with that-

He sits you up, unzipping your dress and tossing it to the side. His practiced hands don’t struggle to unclasp your bra. He does it in seconds, his hands immediately finding purchase on them. You unbutton his dress shirt, fingers tracing his firm muscles. He unbuttons his pants sliding them down quickly and sitting down on the blanket, pulling you on top of him.

He leans into your ear, his voice lower than before

-Ride me-

You don’t have to be told twice, you grab his cock, lining it up with your entrance. He prepped you well so the only burn you feel is pleasurable. You still struggle a little to sink down onto his length, the girth stretching you for all you’re worth. He grabs your hips before you can even move, pounding up into you. You grab his shoulders for support, moans escaping your lips. Your noises make him go quicker, he wants to, needs to hear more. You look amazing above him, the sun down by now but the purple sky illuminates your figure perfectly.

Groans erupt from his chest when you clench around him, spasming and twitching, having come from his cock only.

-Fuck princess you’re doing so good for me, I know you can give me one more-

You shake your head no but that doesn’t stop his hips, he pistons into you, his thumb finding your clit and circling it roughly. You whine loudly, nails leaving crescent marks in his shoulders. The overstimulation is overcome by pleasure as he continues. You can feel yourself nearing the end again, Bakugou’s grunts helping you. He’s doing everything he can not to come, but the blissed out look on your face makes it so hard for him.

-Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so good, breed that pretty pussy of yours, you’d like that wouldn’t you?-

You slut out a yes, followed by mewls as he gives you the third orgasm of the night. Your entire body is shaking now, and the vice grip you have on his cock brings Katsuki over the edge. He spills his load into you, painting your walls white. You collapse onto his chest, panting and pressing kisses to his jaw.

-Thank you, Daddy-

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