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[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 13

Part 12

Steve let out a small moan and rubbed his legs together as he started to awaken. Eddie curled around him, seeming more awake than him.

"Bout time. I've been smelling it on you for nearly an hour."

"And you didn't wake me up?", Steve whined, turning to face him in the bed.

Eddie kissed the pout on his lips. "I know you need to get as much rest as possible. But now that you're awake..."

"Now that I'm awake?"

And who could blame Eddie for wanting a little fun right now? "You gotta use your words baby. Tell me what you want."

"Daddy...", Steve whined, pressing close to him.

"I'm waiting, sweet thing."

"Chest", Steve finally said, pulling up his shirt and enjoying how wide Eddie's eyes got. "Feels so tender, Daddy."

"My poor baby." Eddie had a tit in each hand and kneaded them both gently. Steve's sighs of relief goaded him to do more. Eddie moved down his body and licked at a nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Steve rubbed his legs together some more, trying to find some relief as his brain woke up more.

"Here Stevie", Eddie said as they changed their position.

He moved from their sides to lying on his back with Steve on top of him. He lifted a leg up between Steve's and the omega immediately started to grind down on it. Eddie resumed squeezing at his chest. He latched back onto a nipple and Steve keened, his hips moving faster. It wasn't hard to imagine that his alpha was trying to coax milk out of him, helping him get ready to feed the pup that was surely on its way.

The wetness between his legs soaked his underwear and after a few more thrusts, he was cumming. Eddie broke away from his chest and held onto Steve as he collapsed. And just because he couldn't help himself, he reached between them, hand dipping into Steve's pants. He touched lightly, knowing Steve would be sensitive. Eddie took in a deep breath through his nose when he felt how wet Steve was.

Eddie brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean. Shit, if he wasn't careful he'd end up in rut again and wouldn't that be embarrassing?

"Does it taste good?", Steve asked, knowing damn well it did.

"You're like an addictive pot of honey. I can't stop tasting." To prove his point, Eddie dipped his fingers in again. "But speaking of tasting, are you up for breakfast right now?"

Steve shook his head. "No." Then he sat up, forcing Eddie to take his hand back as he took off the rest of his clothes. "Need you now." He spread the lips of his glistening cunt, like Eddie needed anymore seducing.

Eddie flipped them over so that Steve could bury his face into the makings of their nest, getting lost in the different comforting scents as Eddie pushed inside. As Eddie fucked him, he watched while Steve mouthed at one of Grant's shirts, a question on his lips that he would have to save for later, when Steve was sated enough to answer.

When Steve came on his knot, there were tears in his eyes, both from pleasure and something else that Eddie knew he needed. He leaned in, nuzzling his omega's neck and letting his teeth graze Steve's mating gland. He wouldn't bite down, would never force that on him during a heat. But it was just enough that Steve would feel wanted.

As his knot started to go down, there was a knock on the door. That would be a food delivery, courtesy of one of his friends. Eddie preserved their modesty by covering their lower halves with a blanket before calling them in.

Eddie could smell a slight twinge of nervous beta and knew from his careful steps that it was Gareth.

"You don't have to tiptoe. We're not wild beasts in here", Eddie said from behind the quilt curtain.

"I'm not tiptoeing", Gareth denied. "I just, what if Steve was asleep? Or tired?"

Steve smiled from where his face was buried in one of Gareth's own pillows. "Thank you, Gareth."

"...You're welcome."

He left the room and Steve slid off of Eddie's cock. He could definitely eat, but eating didn't seem all that important right now. Not when Eddie was lying naked beside him.

"I know what you're thinkin' baby but you gotta eat. We've been up for a while. And you don't want the boys' hard work to go to waste, do you?"

And so Eddie reached beyond the curtain to get the plate of food left on the nightstand. Eddie fed Steve by hand, enjoying getting anything in his mouth any way that he could, especially when Steve chased after his fingers to lick them.

"Full?", Eddie asked once the plate was clear.

"No, still need you, Daddy", Steve said, deliberately misreading the question.

Eddie smiled, kissing him sweetly. "That's what I'm here for."

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Jeff, Gareth, and Grant took turns sending up food and drinks. Eddie was rather preoccupied with a near insatiable omega. At one point he had woken up in the middle of the night to Steve tracing his mouth with a finger.

"Wanna ride your face, Daddy", he had whispered in the dark. "Can I? Please, can I?"

Eddie turned the lamp on and moments later, Steve took his seat. Eddie felt there was no greater paradise than being Steve's throne, licking up into him, feeling his thighs tremble around his head as he got close to the edge.

Afterwards, Eddie licked his face clean while Steve cuddled up to his side. A few hours later, Steve was up again, nosing at Eddie's cock while he begged him for his knot. Once given permission, Steve swung his leg over and sunk down, riding him like the last horse in town.

There was a lull near the end of the second day, where they took a moment to change the sheets and rearrange the nest. Once that was done, they lied in each other's arms, Steve keeping his nose close to Eddie's neck.

"Wanna give you pups, alpha", he whispered as his heat began to crest again.

"Yeah, how many?", Eddie asked.

"I have one name so far. When I come up with others, we can have more."

"You've thought of names?"

Steve nodded. "Gotta be ready."

Eddie slid down and kissed at Steve's belly, imagining that right now a little life was starting to form. Steve let out a cooing sound and petted Eddie's hair. The blissful moment lasted until the next wave hit. Steve was on his side, holding a towel scented by Jeff to his face while Eddie fucked him from behind.

"Like the way it smells?", Eddie rumbled into his ear.

"Love it", Steve moaned. "Pack smells so good. So good, alpha."

Eddie slowed his thrusts to give Steve's brain some room to think. Even though he whined, he didn't let up. He kissed him behind the ear.

"You really like 'em, dontcha Stevie?"

Steve nodded, rubbing the soft towel all over his face.

"They like you too, baby. Adore you, even."

Steve preened at that and Eddie could kiss him. He had the sweetest, most handsome omega around and he deserved to be worshipped as such. And he had a feeling there were three other eager parishioners in the house.

"I bet they'd love to show that adoration, sweet thing. You could be drowning in it."

Steve already felt like he was neck deep in it, thanks to Eddie. It took a moment for his suggestion to get to his brain and for Steve to process what he meant. He tilted his head to try and look behind him.

"You wanna share me, Daddy? Am I that good?"

"You're more than good. I could write songs about this sweet pussy." Eddie reached to Steve's front, making it so that with each push of his cock, Steve's hips rutted against his hand. "And I know they can take care of you. They always have. What do you say?"

"Fuck", Steve breathed out. "Yes. Yes, Daddy. Wanna be good for you. Wanna be good for them~"

Eddie thought about finally getting to show him off and he spilled into Steve, some of it dripping out as his cock was milked. They talked about it more as they came down from their high. About how it could be and how it would happen. Then Steve started tracing Eddie's lips with his fingers again and the alpha knew what he wanted.

"Go ahead and climb on gorgeous."

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By the afternoon of the third day, Steve felt like he was coming to the end of his heat. He was lucid enough to talk more about what Eddie had suggested. And to admit that he'd thought about it himself more than once. Eddie left to have a chat with the boys, making sure Steve was all set and cared for before doing so. There was a snack platter on the nightstand and Steve passed the time by going on his phone.

A wave hit and Eddie returned in time to open the canopy of the bed and find Steve grinding his cunt on Gareth's pillow. Steve was actually a little embarrassed to be caught but Eddie just smoothed a hand down his back and encouraged him to finish. When he did, Eddie stroked his back, letting the rumble in his chest come forth to soothe Steve more.

"You feel up for movie night with the boys?", he asked.

Part 14

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[wntrs0ldier]

An Offer · part 10

pairing: mob!bucky x reader words: 7,1k warnings: typical mafia (dark themes, language, violence, etc.), a/n: sorry if it sucks, i wanted to post it as soon as possible!

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series summary: When your father dies, the only thing you can do for your family and the empire he built, is to marry a powerful man.

With half of your face still snuggled into the pillow, you opened one eye and looked semiconsciously around the room again; or at least as much of it as the position of your body allowed. You took another breath and let it out heavily – you felt exhausted from waking up a moment before, but at the same time you knew you were rested. None of the worries that had been haunting you for the last few months weighed on you; as if there was someone who had taken all the weight off you. In fact, that someone actually existed; that someone wasn't marrying you purely for your own sake, but because he wanted to have you all to himself. Just you.

You felt the familiar, at the same time completely new pulsation between your thighs. You were barely awake and he was already affecting you – not even him in the flesh, but the thought of him. 

You propped yourself up on your hands, then pulled away sluggishly from the mattress, therefore awakening a dull, deep pain in your lower back. An uncontrollable gasp escaped your lips; one of your hands immediately found its way to that spot to prevent the discomfort from spreading throughout your body, but the pain stopped at that one point. You remembered perfectly well where it came from, and the memory made it pleasurable in some twisted way.

Having reached for your phone, resting on your bedside table, you checked the time – it was almost eleven. In doing so, you noticed several messages from Suzie, as well as Connie. Your sister was asking where you'd been, your friend – how the wedding had gone. In theory you knew the answers to both of these questions, but you couldn't give them. You replied to both messages with the same thing; that you would talk to them later.

You slipped out of bed, and, grabbing your bag, sneaked to the bathroom.

After the shower you searched through your bag for something appropriate, but the problem was that you had no idea you were going to Las Vegas, and the climate here compared to that in New York was dramatically different; so much so that you knew you would have fried in Vegas wearing the clothes you had packed. Still, you weren't going to walk around in nothing but your underwear; so you put on what you had, in the meantime making a note in your head that you needed to sort this out soon.

You knocked on the door of Bucky's temporary bedroom, waited a moment, then looked inside. The room appeared empty, giving you that familiar, unpleasant knot in your stomach. But there was his bag on the floor near the bed, so you told yourself that he didn't leave you at all. Even so, as you walked downstairs, that cool, throat-clenching anxiety lingered with you.

It disappeared when you reached the kitchen, but not because of relief – it was replaced by guilt, since you immediately assumed Bucky had run away again. But there he was, just by the counter; in shorts showing his long, muscular legs, a t-shirt with sweat stains visible on it, his breath uneven, his hair tied in a bun. He looked back at you, strands of his hair, which had managed to escape from under the hair tie, were sticking to his face, reddened from the effort, shiny from sweat. His lower lip wore the mark of your bite – a small wound, darker than the rest of his pink mouth. 

“You awake,” Bucky remarked, walking over to the fridge. He grabbed a small bottle of water and almost completely emptied it with only a few sips.

“Are you trying to get a heatstroke?” You asked with pretended curiosity, looking at him.

He rolled his eyes, a corner of his mouth lifted. “There are trees all around the neighborhood. I was safe,” he said. “Besides…” He shrugged casually. “I have really good stamina,” he stated,  and you knew that there was an innuendo beneath his words. And although the night before you didn't have much trouble touching him, now suddenly you couldn't look him in the eye any longer. In addition, you were still consumed by guilt. Bucky easily noticed that; all playfulness was gone from his face, and whilst a calmness appeared in return, you knew that it was of a rather negative nature. “What is it?” 

Ruining his mood was not in your intentions, but on the other hand, you had probably already messed it up. You wished you could hide your feelings from him. “I thought you ran away again. But just for a moment,” you clarified quickly. 

Bucky pursed his lips, but he wasn't angry at you. “Do you think you'll be able to forgive me? Not now, but... at some point?”

“I forgave you right away, Bucky,” you answered without the slightest hesitation. “But I need time to fully trust you.”

“As much as you want,” he said immediately, almost stepping on your last word.

Your mouth curved into a pale smile; you had the feeling that this morning could have been much more enjoyable, and you ruined it all. Even though you had every right to – your fears were justified, and Bucky didn't try to convince you otherwise. 

“Hey, umm…” you began. After all, you weren't going to let your shaky mood cast a shadow over the rest of the day. An important day. “There is a problem with my clothes. I haven't packed anything for this weather and-”

Bucky sized you up. “Wait here,” he ordered, then walked out of the kitchen.

Left alone, you looked around the room with no particular destination in mind. It was then that you noticed a small note attached with a magnet to the hood. You didn't want to read other people's memos, but your name caught your eye.

Y/N,

What do you say we spend your last hours of freedom together? Call me as soon as you are ready.

Marion.

Bucky returned to the kitchen, holding some neatly folded clothes. “Should be alright for now.” He handed you the things he brought, then glanced at the piece of paper between your fingers. “What’s that?” 

You looked instinctively at what he was also looking at, and at first you weren't sure what to answer; you hadn't even had enough time to think about Marion's proposition. “Oh, it’s just…” Having shrugged cluelessly, you raised the note to Bucky's eye level. 

A corner of his mouth lifted. “I'll have to call her. Tell her to deliver you to me in one piece.”

When Bucky went to take a shower, you first changed into what he had gotten you – shorts and a t-shirt; both of which belonged to him – and then you called Marion. After a brief, rather pointless conversation, she said she would send you the address where you were to meet. You grabbed the most necessary things, like your phone and your wallet with cash, credit cards, but most importantly documents, and ordered a cab. 

The address Marion had given you led you to a huge, jaw-dropping casino; the ones you had inherited from your father – although they didn't fall into the category of small, modest buildings – were nothing compared to this monstrous object. 

The cab stopped; you paid the driver and got out, lifting your head to continue staring at the building.

“Welcome to Black Velvet Casino.” You caught the sound of Marion's voice, and as you glanced in that direction, you noticed the woman standing at the entrance. “Come inside.” She gave you an encouraging nod, and as you walked to her, Marion put her arm around you. “Jamie told me to feed you, I heard you didn't have breakfast.”

You raised your eyebrows involuntarily. Although Bucky had said he would call his aunt, at the time you thought it was a joke; or that he would actually ask her to be careful with you. What you didn't expect, however, was for him to be overprotective even at a distance. 

You both entered the casino. Inside, dark walls, geometric patterns, especially on the marble floors, elegant vintage furniture and elements of gold dominated. All these pieces seemed to be typical of art deco.

“So, it's your casino?” you asked, unable to stop yourself from constantly looking around, absorbing the details you were discovering.

Marion, leading the way to the restaurant inside the casino, turned to gaze at you. “It belongs to Jamie.” She beamed at you, a satisfied, slightly proud smile on her face. “I just run it. It's hard to have total control of the business in Vegas when you live in New York.”

Your brows drew together. “Yes, that’s right…” you answered rather automatically, half-consciously. You didn't have the slightest idea why the fact that Bucky owned such a huge, beautiful casino had left you in such a daze. Maybe because he wasn't bragging about his wealth when asking you to marry him? Maybe because he didn't have to have it all to sweep you off your feet?

While you ate breakfast – barely, and under your own duress since your stomach, due to the sudden stress of the wedding, refused to accept any food at all – Marion absorbed one bloody mary, explaining that it was, after all, some sort of vegetable portion anyway. Towards the end, she ordered one for you and another for herself to keep you company in sipping your drink. However, the loneliness wouldn't stop you from drinking – your stomach was more than happy to open up to some alcohol.

After the meal, you and Marion hit a few places from Marion’s intangible list of things to do before the wedding.

First, shopping – you supplied yourself with a couple of summer dresses, among other things, as well as something for your Las Vegas wedding. You didn't want to look completely traditional; it didn't do you any good the first time. You bought the shortest white dress you could find – with long, flared sleeves and an open back. You completed the whole thing with flesh-tone fishnet tights, sparkling because of small rhinestones here and there, high heels and short, tacky veil that cost you five dollars. 

Then, as a wedding gift, Marion took you to a luxury spa for a massage, a series of masks and other treatments for your skin, a manicure and pedicure. All topped off with a glass of champagne. Only in your case; Marion, on the other hand, drank at least three, and you were hugely impressed by the fact that she didn't seem to be at least tipsy.

It's been a long time since you've experienced those two things at the same time – rested and peaceful both physically and mentally.

In the meantime, Bucky texted you to meet him at the address he had sent you, and to let him know when you would be getting into the cab. So you did; immediately after thanking Marion for the whole day and getting yourself a transport. 

Even though you were already about to get married for the second time - if the situation a few days ago could be described as such – the seriousness of it was starting to overwhelm you. Mainly because you were left alone and had no one to distract you from all those stressful thoughts. You didn't even know how long you had been clutching the fabric of your short summer dress in your hands, but it wrinkled at that particular spot. 

After the driver made you aware that you had arrived at the location, you paid for the ride, then left the car and your attention was drawn to the nearest building – a Marriage License Bureau sign stretched above its entrance. 

“Are you lost, ma’am?” 

You immediately turned your gaze towards the voice – you only recognised it after a second. As you got out of the cab, you didn't even think about where Bucky was; you didn't look for him, you didn't think of texting him to ask where exactly you were going to meet. And he found you, or rather he waited for you to find him – standing with his back up against one of the pillars, he was just finishing a cigarette. Apart from a smirk, there was a kind of lazy amusement on his face.

You approached him with a few, almost wobbly steps, his eyes bored into you. “How long have you been waiting here?”

“Not too long.” Bucky put out the cigarette on the edge of the dumpster, then threw the stub away. “You're nervous,” he remarked, tilting his head slightly to the side. Usually his ability to read your emotions was something you admired, but you knew that this time you were practically radiating stress.

“You are not?” 

Bucky shook his head; unlike you, he oozed calm. “One of us has to stay sane.”

“Oh, and it has to be you, poor thing?” You raised your eyebrows in pity, to which he nodded confidently. You sighed heavily, turning more serious. “How do you do it..? How do you manage to stay calm?”

Bucky was silent for a moment.

“I don't have that feeling anymore that I have to do it; that I have to marry you. I mean, I have to,” he clarified. “But because it's the only way to have you around. And I want you around, so it's like I want this marriage, huh?” He gave you a half-smile.

You looked away, smiling too; not knowing why, you felt a little shy, a little intimidated by the extent to which he was confident in his decision. 

“Do you want me around?” he asked, and you immediately turned your gaze back to him. “It's your last chance to escape.”

You both knew that there was no better candidate in the whole deal - you didn't think you would have met someone who was as agreeable and respected you as much as Bucky. Bucky, on the other hand, couldn't allow you to be given to someone else; he was too possessive of you. You were also both aware of each other's reasons, and while you might have been pleased with his, Bucky should have felt offended, being anything but the best choice among really average candidates. But he didn't feel offended; you sensed he didn’t.

“Of course I want you around.”

“Then let's go,” he said, smiling. You have probably never seen him so relaxed before – his attitude was somewhat encouraging. “I promise it won't hurt.”

Bucky was right – it didn't hurt.

On that day you were one of the really few couples who applied for a marriage license, so the whole process took a little over fifteen minutes. If someone had told you that a few months ago, you wouldn't have believed it – you wouldn't have believed that a man who shied away from marriage, who was only supposed to help you find a suitable husband, was about to become one himself. Moreover, with a smile on his face, not a look of terror in his eyes. Because that's exactly what he looked like when he held in his hands the document allowing you to get married – in addition to this constant, unrelenting calm, he seemed to feel relieved. You felt it too; you could finally breathe, since not only were you marrying a friend and ally, but you were going to be safe from now on; just like your father's business.

Once you were back at Marion's house, you each holed up in your own bedroom. On your bed were the bags from today's shopping; Bucky's aunt had promised to deliver them home so you wouldn't have to drag them everywhere with you. You laid everything out on the bed – dress, tights, shoes, veil – and looked at all these things. Preparing at the Barnes house under Winnifred and Rebecca's eye had not been a particularly traumatic experience, but now you felt more at ease. Maybe it wasn't so much the fact that you were on your own, but the whole atmosphere? The lack of forcing that Bucky mentioned?

You took another shower, rubbed some lotion on your legs, dried your hair and did some light makeup – it was far too hot for thick layers of foundation or eyeshadow. Besides, Bucky saw you without all that and didn't run away. Well, he did, you thought, but he came back after all.

The open back didn't allow for the presence of a bra, so you only put on your pants – not as stunning as before, but since you were prepared the first time and it was the groom who failed, you now felt completely blameless. Then you slid the fishnets on your legs, gently put on your dress so as not to leave any makeup smudges on it, and with the lack of a big mirror, looking at yourself from above had to be enough. And you were starting to get nervous again, but had already accepted that this was perfectly normal.

You slipped the high heels on your feet, grabbed the veil, then left the room. As you walked down the stairs, as a precaution, you kept your hand on the railing in case you were to twist your ankle in those shoes. Bucky had obviously heard your footsteps, because when you were halfway down, he appeared in the hall. You were able to observe the exact moment when his face took on a soft, slightly amazed expression; his lips almost parted and his breath trapped still in his chest as he watched your every move carefully. You grinned radiantly at him, stopping a few steps before reaching the floor. 

He was again wearing a black suit, a black shirt and a black tie, all of which made him radiate an almost crushing power, an extremely strong energy. Even if he seemed to have forgotten the whole world around him.

Bucky approached the stairs slowly; he breathed hard, blinking hurriedly as if he had just been hit on the head. “I could marry you everyday,” he said, without taking his eyes off you; his gaze wandered all over your body, over every detail.

“We're on the right track,” you remarked, allowing yourself a little pinch. After all, you were getting married for the second time in less than a week. 

Bucky chewed on his bottom lip, the sheer tenderness left in his eyes. He smiled softly. “Will you really be all mine? Just mine?” he asked surprisingly quietly.

“If you want,” you replied just as gently, and Bucky's mouth stretched into a wider, slightly teasing smile. He held out his hand to you, and as you took it, then stepped completely down the stairs, Bucky brought your hands to his lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles.

While you had been spending the day with Marion, Bucky had been arranging the place where you were to be married. You wanted as close to the date as possible, so it was decided on a small, definitely tacky, but at the same time charming to a fault chapel. Bucky didn't use his influence to get a better venue somewhere else – he may have been a ruthless gangster, heir to the throne of the underworld kingdom, but he wasn't a cold-hearted bastard, and as long as someone else wanted to get married, he wasn't going to disturb anyone. Besides, you didn't need royal conditions and special treatment.

The floor was covered with concrete, the walls were painted pink; there were artificial flowers and most of the space was taken up by cheap plastic chairs. Also pink. And soothingly empty.

A man in an Elvis costume guided you through the vows. And even though you didn't hear a word this time either, your lips moved in line with their content. But you were drowning – you were drowning in that gentle, happy smile of Bucky's; you were drowning in the way he held your hands the whole time – carefully, though he happened to squeeze them in a sort of nervous twitch. You were drowning in his eyes; in that stormy ocean that seemed uncommonly calm – very different from the first ceremony. 

Elvis let Bucky kiss you and all you could think about was that you were married. For real. And if he decided to run away now, he would still be your husband. 

But he didn't run away; he didn't even look like he was going to run away. He carefully cupped your face, his fingers slipped under your jaw. He smiled at you again with that striking gentleness of a man who might as well have loved you, then placed a cautious kiss on your lips. However, he immediately deepened it and quickly ruined by smiling into your mouth. You smiled back, resting your hands on his. Soon after, he pulled away from you, grabbed one of your wrists and turned it, exposing the cut in your palm. He brushed it with his lips, just as he had the night before, but this time you knew it was with different intentions - to remind you that your blood was still his blood, and his blood was yours; that no matter what, no matter your feelings for each other, no matter the situations you would find yourselves in more than once, you were one; you belonged only to each other.

And then there was that mysterious, suspicious smirk on Bucky's face. In the blink of an eye, he threw you over his shoulder, in the process probably showing Elvis your underwear, and headed for the chapel exit, carrying you – unconcerned in any way; giggling like a teenage girl.

“You didn't mention you have a casino,” you said as the car slowed down in front of the Black Velvet, then turned into the underground parking lot. “So big and beautiful casino,” you added.

“I don't like to brag about all the big and beautiful things I have.” He glanced at you meaningfully. You rolled your eyes, nevertheless unable to hold back an amused smile. “I guess it just never came up,” he answered a little more seriously, shrugging. He turned off the engine, then focused his gaze completely on you.

“You're right,” you agreed. “We were always busy only with my problems.”

“Hey.” He carefully hooked his fingers around your chin, stroked it with his thumb. “From now on, there won't be any problems. Okay?”

It wasn't that simple, there was no way to avoid problems, not in your world. But in that moment Bucky was so convincing you couldn't argue.

“Okay,” you whispered.

You got out of the car, Bucky took your luggage and then you went to the elevator and it took you to the lobby. Bucky led the way to the hotel reception.

“Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.” The young woman behind the counter spoke. “I mean, Mr. Barnes and Mrs…-” She glanced nervously at the computer screen. Bucky looked at you unsurely, as if he didn't know if calling you that way bothered you. 

“Yes,” you said hurriedly, not wanting to keep the receptionist in an awkward position. “Sorry, I was just... thinking.” You gave the woman an apologetic smile.

“A honeymoon suite, is that correct?”

“Yeah,” Bucky answered.

The receptionist typed something on the computer, then handed Bucky a key and wished you both a pleasant stay. You were going to ask Bucky to give you your bag, as you could, after all, carry it yourself, but you closed your mouth faster than you opened it when a loud roar reached you: BUCK!

A man you didn't know was heading towards you, but it seemed he wasn't as unknown to Bucky; anyway, probably everyone there knew Bucky Barnes.

“Who are you hiding there, Buck?” he asked. You leaned out from behind Bucky's back and stood right next to him. The man sized you up with a gaze so disgusting you had to stick your eyes somewhere on the floor. “Aren't you going to introduce me?” 

“No.”

“Is this your new toy? Since she doesn't have a name…” He raised his eyebrows significantly. Bucky clenched his jaw and let out a heavy breath through his nose; he'd lost any remaining patience, if he had any at all. “Listen, do you fancy a little poker game?” The man was not giving up. You supposed it was most likely the alcohol he had consumed that was blinding him to Bucky's anger.

“Yes, actually, I do,” he replied. Your forehead furrowed as you looked at him. Was he really going to play poker now? “Natalie,” he turned to the receptionist, putting your luggage on the counter in front of her. “Have somebody take this to my room,” Bucky said, and when Natalie nodded, he shifted his gaze to you. An apologetic, affectionate gaze; for although he had just emanated anger, he couldn't direct it at you. “Wait for me there, okay? I'll be with you in a minute.”

And then you watched as, clenching and relaxing his hands, he walked away with a man whose name you didn't even learn.

The honeymoon suite was larger than you'd expected. As in the rest of the casino, or at least the part you had seen, dark colors prevailed there; the navy blue walls were brightened up by the wallpaper behind the bed; the pattern was like golden peacock tails; gold sconces were placed here and there, in case the crystal chandelier couldn't handle all that darkness.

You walked up to a huge window overlooking the city. There have been times when you have preferred your own company, but this evening was not one of them. Was this what Bucky meant when he said he wasn't right for marriage? That he would always choose fun and the company of his buddies over his own wife? But you knew him – maybe not inside out, but well enough to know that he wasn't happy to leave you. Maybe he owed something to that man?

Hearing the door open, you creased your forehead. At first you thought it was room service, but you doubted they would have entered without knocking or any other warning. You also doubted that it was Bucky – after all, it had been about fifteen, twenty minutes at most. You moved tentatively towards the door, leaving the bedroom area. You were wrong – it was Bucky, but he looked a little different. You couldn't tell how different at first, but something was definitely off.

“Did you win?” you asked, watching him with your arms crossed. He was standing by the minibar, preparing a drink, but having caught your voice, he looked over his shoulder. 

“Thought you were taking a shower. Or something,” he said. Three ice cubes dropped into a wide crystal glass clinked. “Want one..?”

You expected an explanation. Any kind of explanation. But you were aware that Bucky was not effusive. “Sure.” You sighed quietly and walked closer. As Bucky handed you the glass, you noticed his bruised, bloody knuckles. And it was also then that it occurred to you what was wrong – his clothes seemed to be slightly wrinkled. “What happened?”

Bucky let out a heavy breath but said nothing; instead, he occupied himself with preparing another drink, this time for himself.

“Jamie.” Your voice was soft; you knew you wouldn't convince him to speak with hostility and determination. One of your hands touched his shoulder affectionately; he immediately turned his gaze to it, possibly even to the engagement ring around one of your fingers. “What happened?”

He put down the ice tongs and looked at your face; without taking his eyes off yours, he reached for your hand. He tied his fingers around your wrist and pulled it away from his arm only to close your hand in his. He stroked the top of your hand with his thumb, and you were forced to put your glass down to avoid dropping it.

“That guy, Loonie,” he began. He clenched his jaw helplessly before continuing: “I wanted him to lose some cash first, so I could buy you something pretty. Compensate that you had to meet him.” He smiled without any enthusiasm. “And then I was going to knock his fucking teeth out for running his mouth left and right. But by the time we got to the table, he called my wife a nice piece of ass, so it went faster than I hoped,” he stated emotionlessly, shrugging. “I'm sorry I left you,” he added more gently. “But I couldn't let him walk around and talk shit like that.”

“Bucky…” you whispered, slipping your hand out of his grasp and placing them both on his cheeks. “We need to work on communication, okay? I need to know more about what's going on inside your head.”

Bucky watched your face with heavy breathing; he paused to completely when you touched his face, so now he had to catch up. “I want to kiss you,” he confessed, sending a hot shiver along your spine.

You wanted that too – you wanted him – so you saw no reason why you should make him wait any longer. You moved your hands down to his neck and pulled him closer, making your lips collide. Bucky tightened his fingers on both sides of your body, holding your hips right against his, and he pushed against you enough that you had to lean back. He wasn't pouring the same hunger onto you as he had the night before – now you could feel the need he'd mentioned on your lips, but also the need to take care of you, to hide you from the world. 

Without taking his mouth off yours, he straightened up carefully; one of his arms went around your back, the other under your thighs, but as he lifted you up, it slid under the bend of your knees. He carried you back to the bedroom area, put you down on the bed, and unlike the previous time, you refused to let him move away.

“I'm not going anywhere.” Bucky placed a soft kiss on your forehead and stepped back a bit. 

You sat up in the middle of the big bed, covered with a dark satin bedspread, and lifted your gaze to Bucky. His fingers nimbly undid one shirt button after another, revealing more and more of his naked torso. Your throat dried up again at the sight; you wanted to touch him, or help him take off his clothes faster; you wanted to take off your own, but you were unable to move - you stared at Bucky with fascination and slight insecurity.

The black shirt landed on the floor, right next to the jacket. Your eyes traced Bucky's shoulders, his arms tensing with every movement; and you stopped on his hands – beautiful hands that suffered, bringing justice to your case. He would never let anyone hurt you, not even with a wrong look or the bad words.

His pants fell to his ankles; he stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed, sitting right in front of you. Tentatively, you reached behind your back; you found the short zipper - because of your exposed back, you might as well have taken the dress off without unzipping it, but maybe subconsciously you wanted to buy yourself more time before baring yourself completely. 

You lowered your gaze, your cheeks burning. “Could you help me?”

“Unzip the dress..?”

“Take it off,” you corrected, a slight frustration in your voice.

“Y/N,” Bucky said calmly, lifting your chin for you to look at him. “We don't have to do this if you're not ready.”

“I am,” you protested. You were ready for him the previous night, but then your head was occupied with something else; you didn't have that sober realization that Bucky would see you naked any minute. “It’s just… I'm a little nervous.”

“It's okay. I'm nervous, too.” He smiled softly. “Do you still want me to help you with the dress..?”

You nodded, swallowing hard. Bucky reached for the fabric on your shoulders and slowly, delicately pulled it down, exposing your breasts. He let out the air that had accumulated in his lungs, blowing a cool breath over them; brushing your heated skin, your hardened nipples.

“I see no reason to be nervous here,” he claimed, lifting his eyes to yours. “You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen.”

You blushed, rolling your eyes. “That’s not true.”

“And how would you know?” He raised his eyebrows. “You have a beautiful body, I promise. Let me show you.” He reached to your wrists and embraced them carefully, then directed your hands to your chest; he placed your hands on your breasts, covering them with his own. He tightened his fingers so that you did the same – so that your palms squeezed your own breasts. “Feel that? Feel how beautiful it is?” Bucky asked in a whisper, and you parted your lips slightly to breathe. Without taking his hands off yours, he slid them lower; over your ribs, stomach and hips, down to your thighs. As you looked away from what your hands were doing, you saw Bucky studying your face. You glanced at his lips and he leaned towards you and pushed against yours, therefore forcing you to lie down with his own body. 

He pulled your dress down over your legs and threw it somewhere on the floor, then your tights. Soon you felt the weight of his body on yours again – he was pleasantly closing you into some sort of safe space.

Bucky once again pressed a kiss to your lips with the longing you already knew, but also with the restraint. You didn't want anything to hold him back, so you immediately deepened the caress, invading between his lips. He murmured with delight, eagerly accepting your tongue, which effortlessly found his. They tangled together in the same wet, warm, sticky mess, but this time without the hunger there – you were giving each other time and space to explore your bodies; Bucky massaging your tongue with his pleasurably enough so that you couldn't be impatient. 

One of his hands cupped your breast, he stroked your hard nipple with his thumb and you gasped and twitched under his touch. He began to roll circles on it, pulled away from your mouth and went lower to grab the other of your nipples between his teeth. He bit it gently and then sucked on it, teasing this one of the many tender points with his tongue. Your breathing became uneven, shallow. You felt the throbbing heat between your legs, your pants soaked with your burning need to be filled.

Bucky placed several kisses below your breasts and on your stomach, leaving a wet trail down to your belly button. He hooked his fingers around the edge of your underwear and pulled it down; you lifted your hips to make it easier for him to get rid of that too.

You felt his heated, soft lips on the inside of one of your thighs. He sucked at your skin in that spot.

“Bucky,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” he answered quietly. 

“I need you inside me. Now,” you said, not quite believing that this desperate request had left your mouth. But you were too dazed with desire, too smitten with everything he was doing to you. “Please.”

“You don't have to ask me for anything, baby,” Bucky protested immediately. He took off his underwear and towered over you again. You stared at the taut length between his legs.

Bucky grabbed his cock and, settling more comfortably between your thighs, directed it at your wet, waiting entrance; he brushed hard against it with the head, and you moaned uncontrollably. Soon you felt his tip thrust into you cautiously but firmly; Bucky groaned softly, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes. Yes,” You replied without thinking. Bucky thrust his hips against yours, sliding in full length. You parted your lips and a hollow breath escaped your throat.

He began to move; slowly and gently at first, so that he could study the new territory, and your every little reaction. You placed one of your hands on the nape of his neck, then slid your fingers into his hair and clenched them there, giving release to the pleasure rippling through your body. You looked into Bucky's eyes while doing so, and although your mind was working less and less consciously, you could see some nervousness in them.

“Jamie,” you said. Your voice was now a mixture of soft moans and heavy, shaky breaths. “Relax. Everything is..- f-fine,” you assured honestly. Bucky smiled crookedly, but without conviction. “Come here.” Your hand put a little pressure on the back of his neck, making him lean even closer to you. You kissed him as much as your parted lips would allow, your other hand clenching on his shoulder; your nails dug somewhere into his shoulder blade, and Bucky let out a quiet whimper. Immediately afterwards, he placed a few wet, sloppy kisses on your cheek, and his movements quickened – still not very rapid, but his dick was rubbing against your walls, stretching you again and again, bringing almost overwhelming pleasure. 

You could feel his hot breath on the side of your face as he moaned softly directly into your ear – something you would never expect from him, but the sounds only intensified the sensations. That was enough for you to reach orgasm – just listening to the evidence of the pleasure he was taking from your body.

You couldn't bear it any longer. You wanted the whole act to last for an eternity, but the built-up tension in your lower stomach had to explode eventually. Your head tilted back, your back detached from the mattress, arching; your whole body stiffened, paralyzed by the satisfaction spilling everywhere. Only after a moment were you able to let out a few shallow, quick breaths that had previously been stuck in your throat. 

Bucky pressed his mouth to yours again; first he could barely kiss you; dazed by the sensation, and then his lips parted over yours, making you breathe only each other's air; your breath belonged to him, and his breath was yours and yours alone. 

Bucky's body tensed as well; he froze in place, letting out a raspy grunt. He closed his eyes, and you watched his face flush with relief. You placed your hands on his cheeks and stroked the rough, heated surface. Bucky looked at you sleepily.

“Hi,” you whispered, giving him a gentle smile. He returned the gesture, but much more lightly.

“Hi,” he answered in the same tone, leaning over to kiss your lips again. Then he went back to resting on his elbows, without taking his eyes off your face, and with a caution still unfamiliar to you, he brushed a few strands of hair away from your forehead.

“Wasn't it too vanilla for your taste?” you asked suddenly.

Bucky furrowed, smiling with hesitation. “What?” he snorted. 

“You know, vanilla in a way-”

“Yeah, I know what it means.” He slid out of you, making you flinch slightly, then collapsed into the spot beside you. A sudden, uncomfortable coldness washed over your body, so you reached for the edge of the satin bedspread and covered yourself with it. 

Bucky turned his head so he could look at you. He reached out and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. “I don't know what you like. I didn't want to be too rough with you, didn't want to hurt you,” he said. “But we'll work on that. Figure it out.”

“I'm open to everything.” You shrugged. Bucky laughed quietly.

Holding the bedspread over your breasts, you sat up. “I need a shower.” You sighed. Looking around the bed, you realized that you were unlikely to be able to wrap yourself in the bedspread and take it to the bathroom.

“Do you want me to close my eyes?” Bucky asked; he was not mean or even biting, there was a sincere wish in his voice to make every little step easier for you. Nevertheless, he smirked with soft amusement, putting you in a somewhat better mood as well.

“You don’t have to.” You let go of the fabric, but immediately crossed your arms over your chest, covering your breasts.

“Alright, I'm not looking.”

When you glanced at him, his eyes were indeed closed. You grinned to yourself, got up from the bed, and, having grabbed your bag, snuck into the bathroom.

It was something completely new – being touched by him in that way. Before, he had seemed to be cold, rough, maybe even indifferent to you, but for some time now you had the opportunity to get to know his softer, vulnerable side. You knew that he was caring, but you suspected until now that this had a kind of sterile, professional dimension. Now you saw it in a slightly different light. 

While Bucky was in the shower and you in bed, you decided to text Suzie. You exchanged a few messages, but in the end you didn't reveal to her exactly where you were and why. You got the impression that Bucky had made an effort to make it a secret, so you weren't going to reveal it. At the same time you were texting with Connie, or rather sent her an emoji of a ring, a chapel and a bride. In response, you received an eggplant with a question mark, and although you snorted with laughter, you decided to leave it on read. 

You lifted your eyes from the screen, hearing the click of the bathroom door – in nothing but his briefs, Bucky ran his fingers through his damp hair. You had seen more, much more, but you were still impressed by the sight.

He slipped under the covers and you put the phone down on the bedside table, then adjusted your pillow so you could lie down. As you did so, you were overwhelmed by a tiredness you hadn't felt before – all the emotions of the day had sucked all the energy out of you. On the other hand, you again were a little anxious about sleeping in one bed with Bucky.

“You okay?” he asked as if he was reading your mind.

“Yeah,” you lied smoothly. “Goodnight,” you added, plastering a slight smile on your face, and turned your back to him. 

“What are you doing?” The harmless amusement rang in his voice again.

“I don't want you to watch me sleep. It's… You know.”

He didn't say anything. What you received in response was the rustling of the bedding and the mattress sinking beneath you. Bucky lay down right behind you, pressing his body against your back, and carefully put his arm over your waist, leaving it near your stomach. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you whispered.

“Great,” he replied, then let out a heavy breath, tickling your bare shoulder.

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and what about tiny boys in the omegaverse?? (waka, mikey, izana, fuyu)

Good Things Come In Small Packages: Manjiro Sano/ Wakasa Imaushi/ Izana Kurokawa/Chifuyu Matsuno x Fem!Reader 

wc: 1.8k

tw: smut & fluff

masterlist

Manjiro Sano - Alpha (smut)

Mikey is mean when he's in a rut. Mean like grabbing your hips and jerking them against his.

"Hips up for me, baby."

He's dirty. Like... finger in your ass dirty.

"Got you all worked up now, huh?"

You look up at the black-haired man and allow yourself a moment of pleasure before pretending to hate it again. "Mikey, you're so rough..."

Mikey chuckles, twisting the finger in your ass a little. "You're so submissive for me, though. Want me to ease up and go slow?" You shake your head no, then bury it in the covers. "Ah, ah, ah." The blanket is snatched off of your head, and Mikey pulls you up to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Mikey!"

"What, princess?" Mikey wonders, shoving his full length, knot and all, into your waiting pussy. "You don't want me to stop, do you?" Your entire body yearns for him. You shake your head no again, and Mikey runs a hand down to your clit before biting your earlobe.

"You're gonna let the whole pack know whose pussy this is before the night's over." You cry out a little, stars dancing in your vision as he picks up his speed again. Mikey holds you against him and doesn't let up, even for a second, but when you almost go limp from overstimulation, he lays you across the bed.

His hands roam around your flesh as he drills his cock into you ruthlessly. "This pussy is mine," he growls ferally. "All mine."

Wakasa Imaushi - Alpha (smut)

"It's for the good of the pack."

You're laying on your back underneath a long-haired alpha, his features smoothed into a half-bored, half-asleep expression with fully lidded eyes and soft grunts reminding you of snores. But they're not snores, and he's fully awake. His hips remind you of that.

"I'm sorry it has to be this way," he said before undressing and folding his clothes neatly. You watched as he placed them on the end of the bed and then motioned toward you. Lay on the bed.

You return to the sensations building between the two of you, the feeling of his knot swelling and your heart beating ever-so-fast. It's common for an omega to be mated with an alpha of a different pack, but this differs from how you imagined a courtship. It had been a middle-of-the-night thing with hurried rituals and rushed ceremonies. All of them left you breathless and unsure, especially this one.

The red stains of your former virginity are on a sheet tossed to the floor, but you can't think about your former ways now. You're fully engaged in sex with your... husband.

"Ah," you groan, the knot at the base of Wakasa's dick swelling even more.

"Mmm," the man murmurs, burying his head in your neck. "I'm gonna cum."

Your slick - produced by a false method to prepare you for this - makes a sound you can't quite place, but Waka doesn't seem to mind. In fact, it seems this makes his thrusts sloppier and more hurried, each one rocking you against the sheets.

"Oh, god," he whines, squeezing his eyes shut and cumming long and hard into you. You gasp as his cock pulses inside you, and the knot sinks in a little deeper - further than you thought possible. When all is said and done, Wakasa moves you so you're lying on your side and facing him. "My knot will go down soon," he huffs. "Are you okay?"

"'M fine," you grumble, tucking your face into his chest. Waka places an arm around you and kisses your forehead tenderly.

"Just rest." Those two words ease your transition into sleep. When you awaken, Waka isn't there. The sheets at the foot of the bed are gone, and you can smell the coffee being prepared from the kitchen downstairs.

Just as you shift up from the bed, the door opens slightly, and Waka walks in, his hands holding orange juice, fruit, and eggs. "You're up," he mentions, barely smiling. You don't reply, but you watch him carefully place things on the night table beside you. "Thought you'd like something to eat."

"Where's the coffee?" you wonder, and Waka snaps his fingers.

"That's what I forgot." He disappears only to reappear with a steaming mug filled with coffee. When it's cooled, you take a sip and taste the familiar flavors of your usual homemade brew. "Two sugars, three creams." You peer at him over the mug, and he smiles sheepishly. "Your parents told me. How are you feeling?"

"Fine," you reply, noting the sticky feeling between your legs. "A little sticky."

"That can be fixed with a shower." Before Waka can walk off, however, you reach out for him instinctively.

"You should eat." Waka blinks, but you offer him a slice of apple. He grabs your wrist and feeds himself by your hand, his tongue swirling around your fingers lasciviously. You shudder in pleasure, and Waka grins.

"You're right," he begins. "I should eat."

Izana Kurokawa - Alpha (fluff)

You're lost. You're horribly lost in the dark. In the dark and on one of the emptiest streets in a town you don't know.

“This is not a place for a tiny Omega to be this late at night.” You leap out of your skin, holding tightly onto your sweater. You turn around and spot the white-haired man lingering in the alleyway with his arms crossed.

"I... I..." The scent of the man in the alley is strong and heady, and you begin to feel fearful in the presence of an Alpha. You're an unmated Omega wandering around in a city you have no clue about; you're prime real estate by all accounts.

The alpha shifts off the brick wall and smirks at you, his purple eyes flashing as if he was prepared to play a game with you. "Are you going to run?" Your feet don't move even though your common sense tells you to take off. You're... stuck.

The man stops in front of you, reaching out to stroke your cheek before twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. "You smell incredible."

"Please," you murmur, feeling your stomach quiver. "I--"

"Where did you plan on going from here? I can get you there, sweetheart." You suddenly can't remember as his scent envelopes you. All of your senses calm to a slow crawl as his musky, warm, spiced scent eases you into a dream-like state. "Let me get you there," he murmurs gently, tilting his head.

You reach out to him and take his hand as if you were in a dream, holding onto him with only a shred of sanity left. When the man gets you to his car, you find your tongue to ask him his name. He replies, "Izana," so casually as if you'd asked him what color his shoes were. You can't imagine being anywhere but in his car, in his presence, and saying his name back to him like a transfixed siren.

"I'll protect you," Izana states, turning the key to start the car. As it rumbles to life, you reach for the buckle, but Izana is already leaning over you, his hands making quick work of the device. He takes his time to lean back into his seat, his eyes lingering on your lips, and then wandering up to your eyes once more.

"What?" you wonder, your voice barely a whisper as Izana settles in his seat.

"Nothing. Are you visiting from out of town, or..."

"Yeah," you quickly chime in. "I'm staying in a hotel but was hungry and didn't have a car, so..." Izana puts the car in drive and coasts out of his parking spot.

"We have food at the pack house," Izana begins, flicking on his turn signal. "Or we can get McDonald's if you'd like. That's the closest thing to us."

"McDonald's is okay." You settle into silence as the car makes a few turns before merging onto the highway. You know you should be frightened by an unknown man chauffeuring you around a city you don't know, but there's something so soothing about him that makes you feel warm and--

"You have a pack?"

"A pack of what?" you shoot back, but when you look away from the window, a frown has settled onto Izana's face.

"A pack," he states again. The meaning settles into you, and you look away nervously. "You don't smell like..."

"I don't," you admit. "I've just been wandering for a while."

A ghost of a sad smile crosses Izana's face. "I know what you mean." He clears his throat suddenly and murmurs, "My pack is full of those who don't have a biological family. For... whatever reason."

The bright lights of a McDonald's cross your vision, and you grip the edges of your jacket. "Maybe we can eat there, then."

"At the house?" Izana wonders, and you nod. He smiles gently, reaches over to squeeze your thigh, and then chuckles. "Not unheard of. McDonald's is kind of trash anyways. I'll introduce you to the boys. We'll be happy to have you."

Chifuyu Matsuno - Beta (fluff)

“You don’t happen to have any heat suppressants on you, do you?”

The shocked beta stands in the doorway, his eyes glazing over as your scent hits him. "I, uh..." The pause is enough for you to stare at him for a moment, then he scrambles into his dorm, leaving the door ajar for you.

After slipping past it, you walk into the somewhat messy area and watch while your close friend looks around for something he probably doesn't have.

"Y/n," he mumbles, rubbing his neck in embarrassment. "I don't have any. But I..." As you prepare to leave, he stands akimbo in the room but then offers his hand. "I could help if you wanted."

"How?" you wonder, and Chifuyu smiles shyly.

"Baji taught me a thing or two a few years ago."

It's uncommon for betas to want to help with a heat or encourage anything other than sex - however casual it may be - with an Alpha. But seeing as Baji was nowhere to be found and Chifuyu felt up to the task, you lay on the surprisingly comfortable bed and cuddled by the warm and inviting beta.

"Baji taught me that I could hold an Omega close and turn the heat into something less... uh..." Chifuyu fumbles for the word, but you nod, understanding it. "Just let me know if you start to feel uncomfortable."

"This is nice," you hum, snuggling into Chifuyu's soft shirt. His scent lulls you into a gentle desire to be held and never let go. "This is really nice."

"Yeah," Chifuyu whispers, resting his chin on your head. "He said he would do this all the time with his mate. She'd be intensely in heat, too. I'm surprised he made it through all of that without..."

The silence is enough for the both of you to settle in, and your eyes flutter shut as Chifuyu begins to talk again, his voice soothing you to sleep.

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Sinned Awakening pt. 25 🩸

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/ Vampire Austin! Elvis x reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond beliet and your undeniable attraction makes you tear the unknown. [Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, ANGST, smut, mentions of blood/gore!!!

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: Hello everyone! Thanks for your patience with this one! I have the second half of this part in Elvis’ perspective to get a better grasp of what he was going through early on in the relationship. Especially after new revelations get brought up to reader…

I thought this second half blends in perfectly to part 8. I reread it and might insert this new part in between the first and second days of meeting each other. Or write more parts in his perspective I don’t know…🫣 But that’s how you can read it if you feel so inclined!

If you'd like to start from the beginning, start here or Ao3! hope you enjoy and message and comment what you think.

A reminder, this is Vampire!Elvis so there is going to be mentions of blood/gore from here on out. If that's not your thing, sorry but it's needed for the story.

The sound of the door slamming rang in your ears like a dog whistle. It was painful and made you want to collapse to your knees. Not only did the sound hurt, but your heart also hurt. You felt it down to your bones how much pain Elvis felt when you were telling him how you were questioning his morals.

You quickly open the front door again in hopes of stopping him. He was getting on his motorcycle and putting the keys in the ignition. A couple of the guys were standing around with worried looks on their faces, unsure of where he was going. They look up to you for guidance, hoping you had an idea of what he was doing. You start to run to him and in a blink of an eye you were right in front of him. You were shocked to find that you were this fast. You grab onto Elvis’ wrist once more, hoping he will listen.

“Elvis please, tell me where you’re going,” you beg. He had his sunglasses on, shielding you from the cold stare he had.

“Please, let go of me, I have to go.” You do as he says and let go of his arm. He starts the bike and revs the engine, making you jump at the sound. He pulls the throttle and speeds down the driveway. The front gates open and you watch as Elvis leaves your view, the breath getting sucked from your lungs.

The guys stand there motionless, not knowing what to do or say to you. You feel their eyes judging you, waiting for you to say something.

“Would you stop staring at me,” you snap at them. They all advert their eyes somewhere else, not wanting to upset you more.

There was this pit in your stomach that was filled with emptiness and despair. You did feel horrible for fighting with Elvis. The few times you two got into arguments, it felt awful, and didn’t like seeing him so upset. But this fight was different, you were married now, bonded vampires that were supposed to love each other til the end of time. You’ve barely been awake for twenty-four hours and managed to piss off your husband so bad he’s running away from you.

Great.

You step closer to Jerry and sigh.

“How much did you guys hear?” You ask. He pauses, unsure how to answer you without pissing you off more.

“We heard enough…” he says softly. You wince, not liking that you had an audience for your fight.

“Was it that bad?” You ask in a hushed tone.

He doesn’t look at you, he just keeps looking forward and nervously bites the inside of his cheek.

“Well… it was rough, let’s just say that much,” he responds.

You grumble at the confession. It didn’t take much for you to feel bad about the whole thing but hearing from another person is tough to handle.

“Fuck,” you mutter, turning to go back inside the house. You go to sit on the couch and put your face in your hands. You felt like you were on the brink of having an emotional breakdown. Everything felt cold and barren here without Elvis.

The front door opens again and you feel Jerry sit next to you. You don’t want to look at him, knowing you’re going to instantly cry. You both sit there in silence, not sure exactly what to say.

“You weren’t wrong though,” he says gently. You take a deep breath and look over at him.

“It wasn't easy to hear, but he needed to understand how you felt,” he continues.

“Yeah, I know,” you mumble.

“But he wasn’t wrong either.” He says low.

You shoot him a look of surprise and he looks away out of fear.

“I get it, I know he’s completely different from when I first met him. But he wasn’t listening to me at all! Wasn’t trying to meet in the middle.” You say frustrated.

He nods his head, “I get why that’s frustrating. Elvis is stubborn as you know, he loves having it his way,” he snickers, “but I think you doubt how much he loves you.” He says truthfully. You have to pinch your hand to keep yourself from blowing up on him.

“I know he loves me,” you growl at him.

“I’m sorry, y/n, I really don’t think you do,” he says, trying to get you to listen.

“Are you kidding me right now? Of course I know my own husband loves me!” You hiss at him.

“Y/n just hear me out, okay? Did he tell you how much he wanted you around when he first met you?”

You take a second to regroup yourself and you reposition yourself on the couch to look at him more head-on.

“I don’t know what you mean… he told me how much he wanted me after tasting my blood for the first time, is that what you mean?” You ask a little confused.

“No before that. He laid his eyes on you and thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. You walked in that room and completely changed his life,” he explains.

Hearing that made your heart soar. You didn’t know that he felt like that so early on.

“I didn’t know that… when did he tell you this?” You squeak out.

“Well, after your first day and the incident,” he puts lightly, “he came back and he looked different, like he thought about his whole life differently. I asked him what was wrong and he wouldn’t answer me right away, he was too deep in thought. Then he looked at me and his eyes were the clearest I’ve ever seen. He told me he’s never felt like that before… that he thought he loved you.”

“I thought he was absolutely crazy for saying sucha thing. He had just met you. But I didn’t say a word, knowing how much it would piss him off if I questioned his feelings for you… I know now that he was absolutely right. I’m the one that feels crazy for questioning it.” He says embarrassed.

More tears rolled down your cheeks, feeling overwhelmed by it all. You hate that you argued over something so petty with him. You felt so blind that you didn’t see or even questioned how much Elvis loved you. Your love ran deep from the second you walked into that room. Your bond tied you to each other instantly and he knew it, he was just scared you didn’t feel the same.

You wipe some of your tears and look back at Jerry.

“I’m an idiot… I always hurt him and question his feelings for me. I’ve been so blind,” you weep into your hands.

“No that’s not true. You were human, your senses don’t work like they do now. It wasn’t as obvious for you as it was for him. Don’t be too hard on yourself y/n,” he tries to explain. No amount of reassurance could make you feel better about this. You needed to make this right with him.

“I knew he felt strongly for me early on, I just had no idea how much… God, I need to apologize to him,” you cry.

“It’s going to be okay, you both just need some space to think clearly,” he says.

“He didn’t tell you guys where he was going? Not even a clue?” You push.

Jerry shakes his head and looks at you sorrowfully.

“No, I’m sorry. He just told us to go get his bike. He was pretty upset and would have probably bitten our heads off if we kept him waiting,” he says stiffly.

You couldn’t help but panic a little. No one knew where he was going or when he was coming back. Jerry sees how upset you are and doesn’t exactly know what to say.

“He might be out there looking for someone…” he says gently. You don’t understand what he’s talking about, Elvis didn’t mention anything like this to you.

“Who exactly?” You ask.

“Ever since he bit you and you didn’t exactly change right away, he was a nervous wreck. He had no idea what had happened or if you were going to wake up. He thought he had almost killed you,” he says regretfully.

“He kicked us all out of the hotel and told us to go back home and start looking for answers. Any sort of sign that you’d be okay or any lore that might explain what’s happening to you. He also didn’t want us around you at all. He was already possessive around you enough when you were human but he wouldn’t let us near the bedroom. I’ve never seen him so scared and rattled.” He sighs.

Your heart cries for Elvis, you wish you could have comforted him in some way.

“So you guys came back here? Did you find any answers?” You ask intrigued.

“No, not exactly… we were trying to find older vampires that may have heard about this kind of thing. Or better yet, we hoped to find another Chosen pair.”

You feel your heart flutter at the thought. It would be incredible to find other Chosen vampires and have them explain to you both what it’s like. Explain to you your abilities and how they work.

You grab Jerry’s wrist in excitement and have his full attention on you.

“Well, did you find any?!” You ask excitedly.

He looks down at your hand around his wrist and tries to move.

“Umm, y/n, you’re hurting me,” he grunts. You instantly let go of him and feel bad.

“Shit I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you say panicked.

“No, it’s okay. Elvis might kill me that I have your scent on me but it’s fine, I’ll live,” he teases, rubbing his red wrist.

“Stop don’t joke like that!” You laugh, “I won’t let him do anything to you don’t worry. But seriously, what happened? Did you find anyone?” You continue.

“The thing about old vampires, is they don’t like to be seen. They either don’t like the modern world or they’re too stubborn to leave their house. A lot like how Elvis was in Vegas. He wouldn’t ever leave before you came around. He was too afraid he’d go on a feeding spree,” he jokes. It didn’t feel like a joke to you though, he was unpredictable over there, and he might have done just that.

He watches how that thought makes you nervous and tries to distract you by talking about something else.

“So to answer your question, no, we haven’t found anyone that can give us answers. I’m sorry y/n. I wish we could help you guys figure this all out and understand what happened to you, but we have no idea. I have a feeling that’s where Elvis went. He’s looking for answers. I’m sure he wants to know what you guys need as far as blood. But most importantly, he needs to know what happened to you. Why you didn’t wake up after he bit you,” he presses.

You both sit there in silence for a while, unsure of what to say next. You had no answers and without Elvis here, it didn’t seem like you were going to get any.

Jerry stands up and starts to walk away, “I’ll leave you alone… you’ve had a busy first day as a vampire,” he says low.

Shit, he’s right, you’ve barely been up for a day and so much has happened and you’ve learned so much.

You continue to sit there, unsure of what to do. You glance at the clock and it reads 2:30 am. It dawns on you that you weren’t tired. You were wide awake and had no idea what to do to occupy your time now.

You felt your head swirl with a million thoughts. There was so much you wanted to say to Elvis. You needed to apologize for how blind you’ve been and how regretful you are for saying those awful things. He changed and you couldn’t hold what he did in the past over him. You can’t imagine how scary it was for him to bite you and watch you lay there motionless for days yet again.

You didn’t want to be seen by anyone and wanted to hide from everyone after they heard your fight with Elvis. Making your way up the stairs, you open the door to the bedroom and close it softly. You let out a deep sigh when you turn around and see the bedroom dark and barren.

This wasn’t how you pictured yourself on your first day as a vampire. You wanted everything to be alright and have him by your side. You walk over to the bed and sit on the corner of it. It felt cold and uninviting. All you could see was you two lying in the middle of the bed holding each other, whispering tender words to each other. But that was a cruel daydream that wasn’t going to be happening any time soon.

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The First Day with You, After the Incident

Elvis silently curses at himself, ticked off he treated you like such an asshole. If he had some control, maybe he could have had a normal conversation with you and not scared you off so easily. Your scent still swirled in his head and made his mouth continue to water. He had a hard choice to make. Either follow you home or go back upstairs and try to forget how you tasted. He knew both options were going to be torture to him and he didn’t like either option.

Sulking back upstairs from the parking garage, all he could think of was you. How you looked, how you said his name, how your blood spilled down his arm like sweet honey. The closer he gets to the penthouse, the more fragrant your scent becomes. He starts to walk through the hallway and he looks at his men standing there with their red eyes glowing. Hungry.

It pissed Elvis off seeing them lusting after your blood. It didn’t make sense why he felt so strongly about shielding you from them but he hated that they were starving to have a taste of you. He pins one of them to the wall and quickly gets in their face.

“You better not be thinkin’ of feeding off her,” he seethes, “you won’t lay a finger on her you understand,” he barks at him. He quickly nods his head and looks away from Elvis. Elvis gives him another shove for good measure and quickly goes into the suite, slamming the door harshly.

He lets out a sigh when he’s once again wrapped in your essence. How could one human be so luring to him? He didn’t understand what made you so different from all the rest. Never had he experienced the immediate pull to a human quite like you. Sure, most people’s scents drew him closer to them as he wanted to feed from them, but you were so much different. Just the way your heart sounded to him was the most captivating sound he’d heard in a long time. The way it fluttered and faltered when he talked to you, he wanted to talk to you for hours to just get to hear it beat for him.

He goes to sit on the piano bench and regains some focus. But it was no use, all he wanted was you. Flashing images of your captivating eyes make him feel like a weak puddle. Oh, how he wished he could stare into your eyes longer. See what’s underneath those oceanic pools and swim in them. He huffs quietly, frustrated he could feel like this in a matter of minutes for you. He wanted you back here now, but you were much too frazzled to be around him.

A knock on the door shakes him from his daydream and looks up to see who it is.

“Yeah?!” He yells.

The door cracks open and Jerry peeks his head in.

“Are you okay-,” he starts to ask but the aroma of your blood is almost too much for him. He holds his breath as he waits for Elvis to answer.

“No, not really,” Elvis grumbles.

“Is there something we can do, or?” He asks carefully, knowing Elvis is not in the best of moods.

Elvis nervously wipes his palms on the tops of his thighs. He doesn’t exactly know what to say or try to explain how he feels.

“I don’t know… I don’t know what to do man. That woman… I can’t stop thinkin’ about her,” he admits.

“Are you sure you want her around after today?” He says carefully. Elvis glares daggers at him and that one look is all Jerry needs to shut up quickly.

Elvis stands up and straightens out his shirt, “she’ll be back up here tomorrow, you better call her,” he instructs. He goes to the window and looks out at the city below him, the streets crawling with life. He wonders where you live if you live close or further out of town. It would probably be easy to find where you live, your scent is something he could never forget and could easily find you. But not tonight, his mind was too all over the place to be so close to you again.

He turns back around and takes a deep breath in before speaking.

“I don’t know how but… I’m totally captivated by her. I don’t understand why I feel like this. One second I wanted to suck her dry and the next I just wanted to…” he pauses, searching for the right words, but he knew the exact one he felt, “love her. I just want to love her. She’s so perfect and beautiful, I love her,” he proclaims.

Jerry remains quiet, not wanting to tick him off more by his own personal feelings about the matter. Elvis tries to rationalize that he might feel this way because of tasting your blood but he’s never felt like this for any human. No one’s come close to the feelings he has for you. It scared him a little to be quite frank.

He needed to calm down and think rationally, a lot happened and he couldn’t just jump to the conclusion that he loved you the second he saw you. Those kinds of things don’t happen in real life. Those are things that happen in fairytales and his life was no fairytale.

Or could it turn into one with you in it?

Stop, you idiot, that’s not happening, he scolds himself.

Elvis goes to sit down on the sofa and contemplates what exactly he should do til you arrive tomorrow. It felt like such a long time to him until he was going to see your face again. Jerry doesn’t exactly know what to say and starts to leave the room. Before he closes the door, he turns back around to speak, “Forgive me, but were you still… hungry? There’s someone downstairs that we can have up here for you,” he informs Elvis.

Elvis sighs and nods his head. Maybe he just needed a distraction, something to take his mind off of you.

“Sure, maybe I’m too starved to think clearly. Send her up whenever,” Elvis says flatly. He goes to change his clothes to get your scent off of him. But who was he kidding, that’s not happening, he only wanted more. He changes anyway into a new button-up shirt and slacks and looks over himself in the mirror. His eyes were extra vibrant and not so dull looking. It surprised him after having so little of your blood, it made him feel dramatically better.

He smooths the hair on the side of his head and tries to regroup himself.

She’s just a girl… that’s all.

Don’t be an idiot and fall head-first in love with her.

You’re just too starved, anyone would taste good to you, he thinks.

Lies, all lies.

An hour later, there’s a soft knock at the door. Elvis takes a deep breath and goes to answer the door. A short, cute brunette stands in front of him, ogling him the second she sees his face.

He smiles at her, finding her reaction to him cute. She was cute. Not beautiful like you but still attractive.

“Hi, darlin’,” he says smoothly. He hears her heart gallop away in her chest and he does like the sound of it. “Would you like to come in?” He asks her.

“Oh, yes,” she says softly. Elvis opens the door and steps aside so she can step inside. He leads her to the sofa and sits next to her.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He asks, brushing her hair off her shoulders and exposing her neck to him more. She takes a sharp breath in before speaking, nerves rushing through her.

“Amy. I saw your show last night. You were amazing,” she gushes. He gives a small smile, grabbing her small, delicate hand in his.

“Thank you darlin’. I’m so glad you enjoyed it. Did you have a favorite part?” He asks coyly. She giggles softly and hides her face from him.

“Oh all of it, but,” she blushes and stops when she feels him rubbing circles on the back of her hand. Her heart flutters more and he likes it, he wants to hear it get louder.

“But what darlin’?” Elvis asks her.

She takes a deep breath before speaking and looks at his hand on hers.

“But I didn’t get a kiss when you walked through the crowd. You walked right by me,” she says bluntly.

“Oh well I can fix that for you,” he coos.

Her heart hammers away in his ears as she nods her head and he leans in for the kiss. Her lips were soft and she sighed when she felt him kiss her. He didn’t necessarily hate it, it was nice to kiss someone who loved him already. He gives her another kiss as she wraps her arms around his neck. Her body screamed for him and the heat that came off of her was palpable. He put a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her in more and she loved it. He didn’t feel the same though, he just wanted to bite her, make her forget about that part of the evening, and get her to leave. Elvis pulls away from her and she’s left breathless.

“Was that okay? Hope I didn’t disappoint you,” he says slyly. She looks up at him with big needy eyes, clutching onto his shirt tightly.

“Oh it was perfect, thank you,” she blushes. “Could I have another?” She asks.

“Sure honey. Did you want to stay here or go in the bedroom?” He says low. Her heart skips a beat, just like he thought it would.

“Oh, we could go to the bedroom,” she whispers.

Elvis gets up and leads her to the bedroom, closing the door softly behind him. She sits on the edge of the bed, waiting expectantly for him. He steps in front of her, placing his hands on the tops of her thighs and rubbing softly there. He can feel the heat radiating off her body and the warmth of her core begging for him.

“Elvis?” She asks shyly. He looks over her, watching how the pulse in her neck rises.

Bite right there, his mind screams at him.

“What is it sweetheart,” he hums, tracing the side of her neck softly with the back of his finger.

“Touch me,” she whimpers. He places a kiss on her cheek and slowly raises her dress higher, exposing her naked core to him. He’s a little shocked, not expecting her to be so blunt.

“You are quite a bad girl aren’t ya?” He teases.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she retorts, opening her legs more for him to get closer to her. He hears her heartbeat rises quickly and all he can do is get closer to her neck, wanting to take a big bite there. The scent of her blood smelled appetizing and he placed kisses in the crook of her neck. She moans when she feels his lips on her.

An image of you flashes in his mind the more he nips and teases this girl.

Oh fuck.

Those beautiful eyes of yours take over his thoughts and how pretty they would look if they were the ones looking up at him right now. Damn, he wanted you here, he knew this girl was just a distraction but it wasn’t working. He wanted to taste you again, see what it would be like to taste your blood fresh from your neck. He groans at the idea and keeps nipping at the girl’s neck.

She starts getting restless as Elvis is so laser-focused on her neck.

“Elvis please,” she begs.

“Fuck, y/n,” he growls.

She freezes, “that’s not my name,” she grumbles.

“Sorry, give me a second honey,” he grumbles, trying to refocus on her scent and not yours.

She pulls him closer and rubs his soft length, trying to tease him. She’s a little surprised he’s not physically aroused as she pulls her neck away from him.

“Are you okay? Do you want me?” She asks slightly annoyed.

No, I don’t, he thinks flatly.

I want y/n. I want her all to myself and feed on that beautiful, beckoning body of hers…

Fuck, stop! You can’t have her! She’s too innocent to ruin her like that, he thinks. Just feed off of this girl and get over y/n.

He looks back at Amy and gives her a cute smile.

“Of course I do, I just wanna tease you a little more,” he coos, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. She smiles at that thought and goes back to touching him. He tries to get himself to focus on how she feels in his hands. Her skin was soft and supple around her hips. She liked it when he squeezed her tighter and started to nip at her neck. He feels her hands go to unbutton his pants and he grunts when he feels her hand wrap around his length.

Another image of your hand flashes in his head and his hips involuntarily buck into her hand.

“Fuck,” he groans.

Jesus, focus. Focus on anything but y/n jerking your cock in her hand, he thinks frustratedly.

It doesn’t work. All he wants is you.

She groans when she watches him get hard in her hand. His mind keeps going back to you time and time again. Wishing you were the one making him hard and wanting more. It’s terrible, he shouldn’t be thinking like this but you’ve got a hold on him it seems. All he can do is try to focus on her rising heartbeat and the way he can smell her blood coursing through her veins. He could feel his eyes start to shift, his blood lust overtaking his coherent thoughts. He lays her back on the bed, making sure she can’t see his changing eyes. He teases her entrance, rubbing his tip through her folds. She moans loudly, clutching onto his arms tightly. He quickly goes back to nipping her neck, feeling his fangs start to descend.

Bite her, now.

He grunts quietly and slides in a few inches of his cock inside her. She groans louder and squirms underneath him.

“Fuck Elvis. You feel so damn good,” she whimpers.

“Mhmm baby,” he grumbles, sucking her neck, getting that spot ready to sink his teeth into.

He swivels his hips into her more as he keeps his eyes closed, trying to not scare her by the state of his eyes. But this is an awful idea, all he sees is your face and your pleading eyes.

“Fuck, y/n,” Elvis grunts.

Oh God, this isn’t good. He can’t get you off his mind to save his life.

“What?” She asks confused.

“Oh baby nothing,” he coos, but extremely frustrated at himself.

He can’t hold on anymore and sinks his teeth into her neck. She lets out a loud scream, the pain of his fangs branding into her neck. Elvis starts to suck the blood out of her greedily, swallowing mouthfuls and ready to feel his energy start to rise. But this was different, he didn’t feel that much better than before. In fact, he didn’t want to feed anymore because all he could do was compare how you tasted to her.

A little panic sets in.

Oh God, what is happening to me? How can I crave one little human’s blood this much that it ruins all others for me? I just met her, she means nothing to me…

He carefully takes his fangs out of her and tries to get his appearance back to a normal human state. It was difficult at first, the smell of you lingered in his head and his imagination was running wild which did not help at all. Once he regained focus and control of his fangs to disappear, he looked back at Amy, mortified with what she had seen.

“What did you-,” she starts to say mortified but Elvis cuts her off, knowing he needs to get her to forget that part.

“Nothing honey. I didn’t bite you, you didn’t feel any pain, you won’t remember that part,” he compels. She takes a sharp breath and he watches as the memory fades from her eyes.

He spreads her legs wider, thrusting in and out of her faster and making her feel a wave of intense pleasure. She moans loudly, her eyes rolling in the back of her head.

“That’s right baby, take my cock like that. Makes you feel so good hmm?” He asks. She gasps for air, writhing underneath him.

“Yes, Elvis, oh my god,” she groans.

He was still too frazzled that he didn’t like feeding tonight. He’s never felt like this since he was always so hungry. He couldn’t fuck this girl anymore, he couldn’t care to keep up this charade.

He glides his hand down her body and finds her swollen bud. He rubs it in concentrated circles and it makes her buck her hips off the bed.

“I want you to come for me,” he tells her, edging her closer and closer to release. It doesn’t take long until she’s screaming his name and her walls are squeezing around his cock. It wasn’t anything mind-blowing to Elvis, his mind was on you and nothing else. He didn’t enjoy sex the same as humans. There was a time when he could enjoy it but tonight was not the night. He was done with entertaining this girl and just wanted some peace and quiet to figure out what was going on with him.

He pulled out of her gently, pulling down her dress and bending down to pull up his own pants. She sits up a little dazed and confused when she watches him stuff his hard cock back into his pants.

“Did you not like it?” She asks a little hurt.

He goes to place a soft kiss on her cheek and smiles when he looks back at her. Convincing as ever.

“Of course I did. I loved every second of it,” he coos.

Fucking liar.

She believed him and grinned sweetly at him.

“Oh good I’m glad. I’m here for a few more days if you ever want to spend some more time together,” she says flirtatiously.

I’d rather never see you again, he thinks.

“That would be wonderful darlin’,” he says with a smile. “Thank you for stopping by. I do need to get ready for my show now,” he says gently. She was understanding and started to get up off the bed.

Elvis leads her out to the front door and gives her one last kiss before she leaves, smiling sweetly. Once she turns her back, his smile fades and he closes the door.

He doesn’t know whether to panic or not over this whole situation. How could he have had so little of your blood and yet he was so fulfilled? Why couldn't he compel you either? Was he that weak?

It was terrifying for him in a way. All blood was the same to him, not one was better than the next. As long as it came from someone’s warm neck, he was fine. But now, you’ve changed everything. It scared him, but he knew he wouldn’t be the same from this point forward.

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The State of the Manor

Just some headcanons and explanations for the manor setting, both for me and y'all. Any requests for IDV, unless specified otherwise, will be based in this environment. For easier writing, I’ll be calling our realm “Reality” and the other two dimensional manors “Factions.”

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-We’ve got Eldrich time-space shenanigans, folks! The manor is a real place in Reality…but it is also connected to two overlapping pocket dimensions, serving as a gateway to them. When someone arrives at the manor with an invitation, it appears well-kept and pristine, and walking through the door links them to one of the two Factions. The next morning when they awaken, they have been moved from Reality and to their Faction manor. If someone were to come to the manor without an invitation on their person, it appears as it really is, abandoned and decrepit. In some Hunters’ cases, they are drawn to their Faction after death without any choice in the matter.

-Time works differently at the manor too. The days appear to be just as long as they were in Reality, but the moon cycle only takes one week. No one seems to be aging, even those who have been in the manor for 'years.' Whenever someone is injured or killed in the game, they awake the next morning in their bed, totally unharmed. There are no servants in the Factions, but amble food and clean water are mysteriously always available in the pantry. It's anyone's guess how much time as passed in Reality.

-The two dimensions are mirrors of one another, and they serve to divide the Hunters and Survivors. The manors appear similar to the Reality manor on the outside, but are far, far larger on the inside and always expand to accommodate new members. No one knows how it’s chosen who goes where, or how some people exist simultaneously in both “factions.” On full moons, the maps between the two dimensions blur together. Hunters and Survivors can cross paths outside of Matches on these nights, and how that goes depends entirely on the people who meet; the rules of next-day healing apply outside of Matches as well. Survivors and Hunters can not enter one another’s manors, but otherwise there are no rules regarding how they interact outside of matches. If someone tries to leave, they simply wind up back at the manor; the space inside the dimensions loops back together so there is no ”exit.” Letters can be sent between Factions members at any time, sent and delivered by unseen messengers.

-Matches always occur at night, but are otherwise unpredictable in their scheduling. Weeks could go by without any, or there may be several in one night. Mysterious invitations for matches are provided the night before it is schedules, arriving either at the person’s bedroom door or with their dinner in the dining hall. The invitations list the Survivors, the Hunter(s), and the map. When it’s time for the match, everyone simply appears on the map. A blink, and they’re gone from the manor. They have no say in the matter, so wise Survivors will make a game plan before start time.

-The pain felt in the dimensions, in match and out, is very real. Death is death, just one you wake up from. Bleeding out is therefore considered the worst way to go out in a Match, and even those who don’t like teamwork typically have sympathy enough to try to save someone left in that condition. (The rocket chair is scary, but all together painless. Like a bad thrill ride.)

-No one from either Faction knows what the point of the Matches is, or if there really is some prize waiting for them at an unseeable end. There do not appear to be any prizes or punishments for winning or failing respectively, but most people assume there is an unspoken tally being kept. Nonparticipation for either Faction is met with cruel (usually psychological) punishments including inescapable night terrors and non-healing. Inspired by the dwindling hope of a prize, and the manor’s otherwise comfortable conditions, most people aren’t willing to try defying the rules.

-The Feaster seems to have a greater knowledge and connection to the Factions than anyone else, but he will not speak of why or how.

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Stephan Leyhe/Andreas Wellinger - "Quiet of the night." (fic)

well well well. what do we have here.

right after welle won the first four hills comp in oberstdorf this season i wrote like a thousand words, then completely forgot about it. i just discovered it again and in a lovely case of hyperfixation wrote the rest of it in about an hour, so do with that what you will. better late than never, right?

so as for the timeline, this takes place after andi won the first comp of the 23/24 four hills tournament. for the sake of plot they’re not roommates in this (although we all know they always share, but let’s just pretend they all got single rooms for the tour). even though it’s a rather quick and short one at 2.2k, i hope you guys enjoy it. as always, i’d love to know what you think and appreciate any kind of feedback <3

Knock Knock. 

Stephan turns over in his bed towards the door, sheets tangling with his legs. The room is pitch black when he blinks sleepily, eyes protesting the unscheduled awakening. There’s someone knocking at his door, which isn’t an uncommon occurrence in the team hotel during the tour because someone always wants something, except it’s two at night and they only went to bed like two and a half hours ago. Stephan‘s brain is still muddled with sleep after the adrenaline crash that inevitably always follows a competition, especially one as electrifying as yesterday‘s. So, what on earth-

There‘s a third knock and Stephan squints at the door as someone gently pushes it open, causing a sliver of light from the hallway to spill into the darkness of his room. He can barely make out a silhouette when there‘s a whisper- “Stephan? Are you awake?”

Andreas.

Stephan sits up abruptly, every last trace of sleep gone. “Yeah,” he whispers back, which isn’t true at all given that Andi quite literally just woke him up but he’d rather fling himself off a hill than tell the younger that. It’s not like he minds, anyway, he’s got an open ear for all of his teammates, although maybe it’s a bit different where Andi is concerned. Stephan tries not to think about it.

Andi tiptoes into the room and closes the door behind him. Darkness falls back around them and for a long moment neither of them moves. Stephan looks in Andi’s general direction and waits for him to offer some kind of explanation, to start talking the way he always does without paying any mind to time, company or circumstances. After a full minute goes by without a sound Stephan starts to grow increasingly concerned. “Andi?,” he prompts gently, eyes searching the darkness for any kind of movement. 

“Yeah, uh, sorry. I shouldn’t have woken you up, it’s late, we’ve got training today and it’s stupid anyways, I’ll just-“ 

“Don’t you dare open that door, Andreas. It’s the middle of the night, what’s wrong?” Stephan hears Andi shift on his feet followed by the faint click of the door handle being released. The silence returns as the questions hangs between them, unanswered. Despite the odd situation, Stephan smiles quietly to himself.

“Stop biting your lip, Andi. It’s gonna be all raw and red on camera tomorrow.”

He hears Andi sputter over where he’s still standing by the goddamn door. “I’m not! It’s pitch-black in here, Stephan, you can’t even see me! How would you know that?”

Because I spend most of my time watching you. Because I could paint your face in a thousand different ways if I had just an ounce of talent. 

“Because you always bite your lips bloody when something’s bothering you. Now come on over here and tell me what’s wrong, please.” Stephan sits up straighter as he hears Andi shuffle through the room, leaning against the headboard. The mattress dips beneath him as Andi sits down on the edge of the bed next to his stretched-out legs, which isn’t as close as Stephan would like him, but it’s better than the other side of the room.

He figures this is the moment they should turn on the lamp on his bedside table since they still can’t fucking see, but something about Andi’s behaviour stops him. This isn’t like the younger at all; to be so caught up in his thoughts and feelings that it drives him out of bed in the middle of the night. Maybe it’s got something to do with how young Andi was when he started into the whole world cup circus, but Stephan has always admired how good his teammate seemed to be at compartmentalizing. One problem after the other, brain turned off periodically to rest, then switched back on to work out the issues at maximum capacity and all of that with endless optimism and a quick smile. 

So yeah, the more Stephan thinks about it, the more alarming he finds this entire situation. The least he can do is offer Andi the courtesy of keeping the lights off.

Not that it helps much. He can feel the tension in Andi’s body, every muscle coiled as if he’s preparing to make another jump from the hill. Stephan bends his knees a little, tucking them closer to his body in a silent offer for Andi to lean against them. He takes a deep breath and tries to prompt the younger into talking with an easy question.

“Did you sleep at all?”

Andi sighs. “Uh, not really. I think. Kinda been dozing on and off since we all went to bed but…time hasn’t really felt real tonight anyways. That’s so weird don’t you think?”

“What is?” Stephan’s eyes have adjusted to the darkness enough to make out Andi’s face turned in his direction to look at him, eyes way too wide and awake for this time of night.

“This! Me waking you up at this godawful hour just because, what? I won a competition? Been there done that, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. And yet here I am and my body just doesn’t- it doesn’t-“ 

Andi cuts himself off with a frustrated sound, dropping his head into his hands and pulling at his hair. “My brain’s not shutting up, Stephan. It wasn’t like that after Lake Placid last season, right? What’s different now?” He’s desperate for an answer, voice breaking on the last word. 

Stephan’s heart breaks a little, too, because Andi sounds tired. Utterly tired; the kind of exhaustion that creeps up on you after an entire evening of adrenaline and endorphins and riding the high of a victory. He puts a hand on Andi’s shoulder and just leaves it there, applying a bit of pressure to let the younger know he’s here. His heart breaks a bit more when Andi leans into the touch, instinctively chasing the comfort. “What’s different, Stephan?” Andi repeats quietly. “This wasn’t my first win since- since everything, and it’s not like it came out of nowhere. It’s been building up for a while, right? I’ve been doing great so far, I feel good, I-“ He stops for a second before dropping his gaze to the ground. “I think I’m scared.”

There it is. Stephan has started to rub soothing circles into Andi’s shoulder and back while the younger was clearly working something out. If there’s one thing Stephan’s learned in all the years he’s spent with Andi, then it’s that sometimes he just needed to rant. They’re different that way, Stephan supposes. Whereas he himself tends to work things out in the relative peace of his mind, Andi needs to voice his concerns. Contact, feedback, the weight of spoken words in a space to be able to see clearly. And if he needs to do that at two in the morning, then so God help him Stephan will be the one that listens. 

“What are you scared of, love?” Stephan asks softly. Andi scoffs. 

“I don’t know. Messing up? Disappointing everyone? It’s like…it’s like this victory comes with a price tag, you know? With conditions. The last few years nobody expected anything. I was the Olympic champion with the tragic injury, so getting back on track was the only task I had and nobody cared when I messed up. Every good jump was a bonus. But now people keep saying I’m back and then I went ahead and won the first comp of the tournament and now-“ 

“-now everyone expects you to win the rest as well.” 

Andi deflates the second Stephan speaks the words out loud. His head drops forward, messy hair tickling Stephan’s arm. The older carefully moves his hand from Andi’s shoulder to his scalp, gently carding his fingers through the unruly strands. “I don’t know if I can do it,” Andi whispers after a few seconds of silence and lifts his head to look right at Stephan, eyes desperately searching for answers. Stephan holds his gaze.

“Listen, Andi. You don’t owe anyone anything – not the fans, not our coaches, not us. The only thing you owe yourself is to enjoy competitions like yesterday’s since you went so long without them despite always trying your fucking best. What you do is enough, Andreas. Every jump you pour your heart and soul into is enough, no matter where you rank in the end. This victory isn’t worth more than the one in Lake Placid just because it’s got Four Hills written all over it, alright? You could’ve given up long before you ever reached where you’re at today, but you never did. That alone matters more than whatever happens in the next few days. Because I know for a fact that you will fight for every point and if that’s not enough, then that’s not on you. I believe in you and so do the team and the fans and whoever measures your talent and worth by whether you win this damn tournament or not can go fuck right off.”

He inhales sharply after his monologue, which was admittedly longer than he’d planned. Andi stares at him, eyes wide and mouth open. 

“Uh, so” Stephan finishes eloquently. “You know. Don’t worry too much.” He shuts his eyes briefly, cringing at himself internally. Way to ruin this, Stephan. You’re doing fantastic.

He looks back up when Andi snorts and dissolves into quiet laughter. He can feel a smile fighting its way onto his own lips because honestly, no one is immune to the sound of Andi Wellinger’s joy. It’s even sweeter when Stephan’s the reason for it. 

Andi’s voice is breathless when he teases Stephan. “You say all that and end it with ‘don’t worry too much’? Really?”

“Well excuse me,” Stephan retorts, untangling his hand from Andi’s hair to put it on his own chest in mock offense. “I apologise for running out of sensible things to say in the middle of the night. If you’d like to register a complaint, I’m gonna have to ask you to do it at a reasonable hour.”

Andi giggles again, wiping his eyes with his hands. He looks back at Stephan then, tilting his head in such an adorable way that Stephan’s heart skips a beat or three. The silence stretches on for a while, the mood turning serious once more as Stephan practically sees Andi going over his words in his head. 

One of us is gonna have to say something because if it gets any quieter, he’ll hear how loud my heart is beating. 

Yet Stephan doesn’t break the fragile silence. Andi doesn’t, either. Instead, the younger shifts, turning to face Stephan properly with one leg folded under him while the other hangs off the bed, and pulls the older forward into a hug.

Oh.

Stephan wraps his arms around Andi’s waist instinctively because that’s just what his body is wired to do at this point. They’re usually in an outrun when this happens, but right now, as Andi is tightening his arms around Stephan’s shoulders and hiding his face in the older’s neck, Stephan would gladly never see an outrun again if it meant he could stay right here for the rest of his life.

They hug in a way that’s only really acceptable in the tranquility of the night, when the sole witness is the moon and the darkness swallows the thoughts of any consequences a touch like this might have. Time passes and while Stephan doesn’t know if it’s seconds or minutes or hours, he never eases the pressure around Andi’s slim waist. He’s unconsciously started to rub circles into the dip of it with his thumb and he doesn’t stop when he notices. Andi’s breathing is quiet and steady against the side of his neck. Stephan can’t help but smile when the tension finally bleeds out of the younger’s body. 

“Did you mean it?” Andi asks after a while, voice little more than a whisper. “What exactly?” Stephan whispers back just as softly, tucking the other impossibly closer. Andi makes the transition with ease, laying almost entirely on top of Stephan, face still hidden against his shoulder. “Everything. That I owe my victories to no one but myself. That you-,” he clears his throat, a bit awkwardly. “That you believe in me?” 

It comes out like a question and something in Stephan’s chest cracks a little when he hears it. Impulsively, he turns his head to press a soft kiss into Andi’s hair. “Of course I do, love. Never stopped. And I always will, no matter how the tour ends.”

Andi exhales then, a bit shakily but Stephan can feel him settle. He removes one arm from around Stephan to search for Stephan’s hand in the dark and holds on tight when he finds it. Stephan squeezes back, interlacing their fingers. Through it he takes everything Andi gives him; all the doubts and thoughts and uncertainty that overwhelm Andi’s infinite optimism only in the shadows of the night. Stephan knows that when the sun rises in a few hours, it’ll be like the clouds in Andi’s head never existed at all, because that’s just how he works. Stephan wouldn’t want to have it any other way. 

Until that happens, he holds on tight to the boy in his arms. 

Andi doesn’t go back to his own room that night. 

#ski jumping #i’m actually scared #this was kinda rushed bc hyperfixation is a bitch i’m so sorry #i do really like parts of it tho so i hope you do too #no trigger warnings really?? #maybe very mild ones like overthinking and pessimistic thoughts #but other than that it’s really hurt/comfort #heavy on the comfort #that’s so unlike me idk what i was on #sj fics #sj fanfics #ski jumping fanfic #fanfiction #ski jumping fanfiction #andreas wellinger #stephan leyhe #lellinger #lellinger fanfic

[ladylooch]

Swiss Moonlight [Lucie X Connor]

A/N: Before they were parents, Lucie and Connor were mighty frisky and needy in their first summer in Switzerland. Nico Hischier did what he could to tame them, but when the sun goes down, rebellious Lucie awakens from her slumber.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+ Content

Wrapped in the dark Swiss night, Lucie Hischier lays wide awake in her childhood bedroom. Curled on his side next to her, shirtless, is the hunk of American boy she brought home with her this summer. Connor Wood is passed out, exhausted, next to his rebellious girlfriend, who has been listening to the quiet house of her family’s home, waiting for the exact moment she is sure no one is awake.

Her father has kept them busy the last few days with hikes and boating and trips into town, just him and Connor. Lucie isn’t dumb. Her dad is trying to ice the two of them off after some hot and heavy moments he has almost walked in on in their first few weeks here.

Fine, he can play his game and Lucie will play hers.

“Con.” She whispers, wiggling up to press her lips on his slightly parted ones. He startles under her mouth, inhaling deeply then slowly opening his eyes. “Come with me?”

‘Where?” He mumbles gruffly.

“Does it really matter?” She asks, brushing a brown curl off his forehead. He brings a hand up to cup her neck, pulling her face to his so he can kiss her properly.

“No.” He mumbles into their kiss.

Lucie gets lost in his mouth, curling deeper into his large, warm body. Their tongues tangle together until Connor pulls away.

“Wanna know what you’re thinking?"

“Let’s go for a night swim. Just me and you. Without my sisters and Lio begging for your attention.”

“My needy girl. You know you’re number one, yeah?”

‘Mhm. Maybe you could show me now?” She tilts her head innocently. 

When Connor and Lucie get to the shadows of the backyard, innocent Lucie has evaporated. Rebel Lucie takes full control and she dives head first into her hot, gorgeous man. She is all over him, touching everywhere her roaming hands can reach. Her hips pin him to the side of the house as she kisses his mouth. Her teeth tug at his bottom lip, pulling it away from his teeth before watching it snap back into place. Then her teeth nip their way down his throat, marking him in the inky night for them to see in the morning. Weakly, Connor attempts to remind her whose house they are at. 

“Baby, your dad…” He moans as she sucks the spot where his shoulder and neck meet. A big paw grips her ass, sliding down her swim suit bottoms that Lucie has no intention of wearing into the lake. Lucie presses her breasts against his chest. Her nipples tightened from the slight chill In the air. Their tongues tangle together, tasting each others quietly exhaled moans. Lucie’s hands drift down to his board shorts. Connor pulls back.

"What are you up to?" He doesn't seem to mind though, watching her face with interested eyes.

"We're in Europe, baby. Things are different here.” Connor looks over his shoulder.

"At your parents' house?"

"They're asleep, look at the house." They both look up at the Hischier house, seeing it completely enclosed in black except for the light on the deck. 

Connor reaches for Lucie's top, undoing the first string, then the second quickly. He doesn't waste any time, leaning down to capture a perky nipple between his lips.

“Oh. Yesssss.” Lucie moans immediately. She threads her fingers through his hair, tugging at his brown curls, panting at how good his mouth feels tonight. She's been craving his touch for the last few days, desperate to sneak away from everyone so he can touch her freely.

"Missed tasting you pretty girl." Connor mumbles, kissing back up her breast to her mouth. The rest of their clothing is lost on the dock in quick, impatient flicks. Connor grabs two handfuls of her ass, picking her up to carry her down to the lake.

"I can tell. You seem happy to see me." Lucie says coyly, feeling the way he rubs against her wanting folds.

"You brave enough to take me on the dock when we get out."  Connor chuckles. 

"Always wondered what you looked like in the moonlight, pretty girl.”

Lucie is giddy as she feels Connor enter the lake with her in his arms. He wades in until Lucie's chest is barely getting wet, holding her easily in his arms between the water and her light weight. Lucie tilts back, dipping her hair slowly into the water, giving Connor a delicious view of her breasts. He leans forward, sticking his face in the middle of them, then kisses along her chest, nudging his nose into her left breast as he takes a small nibble. Lucie laughs as she comes back up, biting her lip at how sexy this is. It is exactly how she imagined.

"Your turn." She pushes his shoulders down and he lets her dunk him. He comes up, wrapping his big hands around her ribs and hoisting her back around his waist. Lucie reaches down, grabbing his hard length and stroking her fingers along him. The water is cold, but it isn't effecting how big he is. Definitely not the way it makes her nipples so hard they could cut glass.

Water droplets from Lucie’s hair collect on Connor’s chest then slide back down into the lake. Connor moans into Lucie’s tongue. Lucie strokes a bit faster, craving the way his hips gently nudge up with each of her tugs on him. He can barely hold back with how good his cock feels in her hand.

"How does me fucking you on the dock sound now?"

"So fucking good, Luc.”

"How does the dock sound with her dad on it?" A new voice asks. A new voice that belongs to her father.

"Um!" Lucie sputters. Shit, shit, shit, shit. "Dad, we were..." She trails off, cringing deeply and closing her eyes. How is she gonna get outta this one?

"Mhm, I really wanna hear the end of that sentence." Nico tilts his head at his daughter. The moonlight doesn’t capture the redness of his normally pale skin. "Connor, she can't speak. Wanna fill me in?” He says after Lucie fails to answer.

"No, sir.” Connor says clearly and quickly.

Lucie licks at her top teeth, then looks back at her dad, annoyed that he is still standing there when it was pretty fucking obvious what they were trying to do. 

"Luc, you know the rules. No swimming at night." Nico reminds her, like that is what this is all about.

"Yeah, when I was like ten." Lucie snaps back. 

"Get out." Nico hisses at her

"Then leave." 

“Sure. I’ll do that. Hey, someone had left some swimsuits up by the house, but you probably don’t need them so I threw them in the laundry room." Nico calls as he walks away. Connor and Lucie stare at each other in horror. It was one thing to come down here naked when they didn’t think anyone was awake. It’s another thing to do so after getting caught.

"He is the fucking worst." Lucie hisses to Connor as they watch Nico walk back up to the house. His moon lit grey shirt is stark compared to the grassy hill he stalks up. "Why can't he just leave us alone?” Lucie groans.

“Baby, I think you’re missing the point here. How are we gonna walk naked into the house…." Lucie sighs, resting her forehead on his muscular shoulder. "I don't wanna accidentally flash your little sisters my stuff."

“We’re just going to have to run for it I guess.” Luce grumbles. 

“Baby, I can’t fit all this in one hand.

“Then use two.”

“Well how am I gonna cover something for you?”

“Connor, let’s just… go fast.” Lucie sighs. 

So Lucie and Connor get out and walk back into the house through the same door they snuck out of, where they find two folded towels waiting for them, clearly left by her father.

Connor is so horribly mortified by the entire exchange. He can’t even look at Nico during breakfast the next morning, who weirdly acts like nothing happened. Lucie tells Connor later that was her mom’s doing. Lexi warned Nico that Lucie would run if he made a big deal about this. They fought her whole senior year when Lucie was running. None of them want to relive that again, so instead, it is a quick conversation between Lucie and Lexi to remember that her little sisters are still under age and she needs to behave or find somewhere else for the summer.

When Connor sees Lio later that morning, he is laughing so hard as his roommate recounts the story.

“It is not funny, man. I am fucked. Her dad fucking hates me now.” 

"I wouldn't worry about it. He knows it was Lucie's idea.” Lio laughs into his steaming cup of coffee. 

"How do you know?” Connor grumbles, playing with the wrapper of his straw on the black, wire table.

“Because even her father knows it's always Lucie's idea.”

#lucie x connor #lio & lucie #hockey fan fiction

[breakfastteatime]

Comfortember Day 9 - Aftermath

Merrin awakens at dawn, as is her habit. The fire has burned down to embers, the morning chill clearing the lingering sleep from her mind. She glances over and sees BD sat where he was last night, and he greets her with a cheery, if muted, whistle.

Cal is behind BD, fast asleep. BD catches her looking, and he lets out a series of soft, firm beeps. Hands raised, Merrin calls for peace. "Fear not," she says, equally quiet. "I will not disturb his rest."

Cal sleeps on. Humans needed more rest than most species, even when the Human in question is a Jedi. And for Cal to not already be awake and checking their surroundings is unexpected. Not unwelcome though. His sleep last night had not come easily, fractured by nightmares. The faintest glimpses gathered on the edge of Merrin’s mind before she managed to soothe them away. Loss. Failure. Fear. She knows he has been fighting nonstop since the moment Cere and Greez pulled him off Bracca, but it was never like that when they were together. She had no hope of getting to the bottom of it last night, so instead she’d held his hand and waited for him to settle, knowing he was safe with her. He seems more peaceful now. For someone who can fall asleep anywhere, Cal never seems to sleep easy. Maybe it’s because deep, lengthy sleep only really finds Cal when he's too exhausted to fight it off any longer. She remembers well from her time on the Mantis how he would be up at all hours, only for one of them to find him asleep over the table or curled up awkwardly in the lounge when nature eventually won out. Cere and Greez left blankets strewn throughout the ship for that eventuality.

Merrin watches Cal. It has been a while since she last saw him, and time weighs heavily upon him. He is older than he should be. He always was aged beyond his years in his soul, but now that weariness carries itself in the depth of his voice and the fine lines he's too young to have. The shadows around his eyes look like bruises. The scruffy beard doesn't help either, although she suspects that's the consequence of a lack of time and energy to take care of it.  

What nightmares haunt him now? Merrin knows what he's been doing since they went their separate ways, although seeing the real Cal compared to his Wanted poster was a shock. She supposes she expected him to still look like that, unchanged and unbroken by the battles he’s chosen. Instead, she has found a soldier caught somewhere between rugged and haggard.

She does not regret her choice to leave him, but she wishes he could have found his way to Jedha sooner. Merrin has missed him terribly, and Cere? Merrin smiles. Cere is not as hard to read as she likes to think she is. When she heard Cal, BD and Greez were coming, there was more bounce in her step than Merrin has seen in a long, long time. Jedi. So uptight. Hopefully it will not descend into an argument the moment Cal and Cere see each other. Towards the end their differences became insurmountable. They haven’t seen each other for a while now, and both have changed.

Cal perhaps more than Merrin expected. There is an edge to him she is unfamiliar with. Although maybe the Cal she remembers will reappear when he meets Master Cordova. He and Merrin plotted the big reveal when Merrin asked to be Cal’s guide. He has longed to meet Cal and see BD again. Merrin smiles to herself. Perhaps she had better prepare herself to catch Cal, should he faint from the shock. She has a bet running with Cere that he will.

Standing, Merrin stretches out and leaves their little nook. The storm has passed entirely, leaving peace and calm in its wake. Dawn on Jedha may be cold, but it is beautiful. And it is in the sunlight that a new thought occurs to her.

For all his nightmares and scruffiness, Cal slept well in her company. Perhaps, for the first time in too long, he feels safe enough to rest.

#comfortember 2023 #star wars jedi: survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #merrin #cal kestis #bd 1 #jedi survivor minific #jedi survivor headcanon

[sp9culation]

An Analysis: The Beast-Yeast Update + White Lily, AKA What Could’ve Been

Crossposted on the Youtube video of White Lily’s release in a fanatical comment. Will do the same here, only longer and more detailed, for the White Lily stans (around 5 total)

For the people who don’t get the lore and/or White Lily’s character, I made a very long explanation and analysis. (The Literature student in me couldn’t resist.) Scroll to the very bottom for short summary.

From what I can tell from this video, Whire Lily seems to have been in some sort of coma or unconscious state. This is likely because she fell into the Ultimate Dough and most of her consciousness was reincarnated into her “evil” form Dark Enchantress Cookie. However, the part of her that is pure and good is trapped in the glass coffin shown, and she’s trying to gather her essence to stay awake for as long as possible. She needs “life powder” to escape, so she can only remain in the coffin if no one else sacrifices themself. Faerie King did make the necessary sacrifice, thankfully, and she’s escaped with the intent of repenting for her sins as her alter ego, Dark Enchantress. Then, it’s revealed that an even darker and more dangerous force has awakened: Shadow Milk Cookie, the first Fallen Hero and Pute Vanilla’s counterpart. Seems like the Fallen Heroes are all counterparts to the Ancients. The Ancients and the Fallen Heroes have the same essence (Truth, Happiness, etc) but things went awry some time along the way, turning them evil.

Looking deeper into it, White Lily is a good example of “same goal, different choices, different story”. Perhaps she, like the Fallen Heroes, had the same fate, but she was at least able to preserve her last bits of goodness. She is my favorite Ancient because the conflict happens internally and not externally. Basically, she’s fighting another version of herself. And the interesting part is, it shows that anything can be “good” or “evil”. You could also say that she’s a morally gray character who could go either way, and this created 2 personas: White Lily and Dark Enchantress. You ever read an “Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence” fanfic? This is exactly what happened. Both of them want to seek the truth. It is only the actions they took (and will take) that differ, and what makes them so different from each other. It is why White Lily’s soul split into two. White Lily wants to seek the truth to help Cookiekind: improving stamina and attempting to bake a perfect Cookie, while Dark Enchantress has gone rogue in her quest for and obsession with the truth, firmly believing that Cookies are made to be eaten. It’s noted that this destroyed her character fundamentally, and is ultimately what turned her evil. I like to think that she herself was the reason behind her descent into madness and villainy, not the Ultimate Dough.

Back to the update. Did anyone notice that the Fallen Heroes each have their own corner, or nation, on the map of Beast-Yeast? If we look at the parallels between the Ancients and the Fallen Heroes, we can see a pattern: the Fallen Heroes are direct rivals of the Ancients. If I recall correctly, Pure Vanilla represents kindness, and sincerity (at least he does in my eyes). Shadow Milk is written as a trickster, as someone who likes pranks and doesn’t take anything seriously, the opposite of the genuine Pure Vanilla.

Also, I love PureLily. Don’t hate on PureCacao or anything. Just putting it out there that they were childhood friends turned almost lovers turned enemies to almost lovers again (?) in the coming update, and I’m really hyped. My favorite trope.

I’m honestly impressed that a Cookie gacha game has such intricate lore. Looking forward to this update a lot, the 3 year wait was worth it.

TL:DR: White Lily is in a glass coffin and needs Life Powder to get out. Faerie King sacrifices himself. Evil awakens in the tree as Faerie King’s magic is no longer active: aka Shadow Milk Cookie, first of the Fallen Heroes in the preview and counterpart to Pure Vanilla, similar to what Dark Enchantress is to White Lily.

#crk #cookie run kingdom #white lily cookie #purelily #pure vanilla cookie #analysis #cookie run analysis #sanest cookie run fan #yup. that’s me. #excuse my unhinged theories please

[dameronology]

rest (din djarin)

summary: for was a commission for an anon on ko-fi, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: language, mentions of nightmare

-jazz xx

Din Djarin hadn't known a proper night's sleep until he met you.

He always slumbered with the weight of the world on his shoulders; the burden of his next bounty, of being a good father, of living up to the Mandalorian name. It felt like he couldn't fucking escape - trapped in the same four walls of the Razor Crest, on edge, waiting for the kid to cry or for something to attack. The first was a common occurrence but the latter rarely happened. It was all in his head. His worst nightmare, on repeat. And he was lucky enough to have front row seats.

Then you happened. Din wasn't sure where you came from or what he'd done to deserve you, but you were the key to unlocking the more relaxed side of him. The one that drifted off easily at night, one arm hanging off the bed and the other slung over your bare back. It was the first time in years that he'd truly escaped the grip of his own mind. It felt like paradise, within the confines of the same ship that used to haunt him. Now, it felt like home - maybe it was your presence more than anything but he truly felt like he belonged now; as your protector, as the provider for your tiny little family. Of course, Din knew that you could fend for yourself - you'd be fine without him anyday - but that made it all the better. He protected you because you let him. It was all at your own will. A want rather than a necessity.

That didn't mean the nightmares had disappeared. They'd dwindled, without a doubt, but there were nights where they would seep back through the cracks in the foundations of his head and find their way back to his consciousness. You were the star of the show, taking the leading role in his bad dreams - they were always about losing you, or you and the kid, or you turning around and declaring your hatred for him. The latter was always the most painful, mostly because it was something you were choosing to do. In his head, at least. Because normally Din could give one look to your sleeping form and know in his heart that you were content.

Tonight had been different. It had been so real. Your voice had been clear as the Tatooine night sky in his head: I wish I'd never met you and you're bad for me and the kid.

Din had jolted awake; you fell off his shoulder, letting out an oof! as you hit the mattress in an awakening that felt only slightly sacrilegious. Despite your initial anger, your scowl quickly faded when you saw his chest heaving, forehead glistening with sweat. A few moments more of this and Grogu would have picked up on his father's discomfort; that would mean tears and screaming, and that wasn't something you could take right then.

"Hey," you murmured. Hands reaching out, you took Din's face in your hands and pulled him to look at you. "What's going on?"

"I... he trailed off, brown eyes still foggy with sleep and exhaustion. "I had a bad dream."

Letting out a tiny oh, you moved your arms to hold his waist, planting your head just under his chin. Din stayed still for a moment, brain working at a thousand miles an hour as it darted between what he'd just dreamed about and the fact you were holding him, right here, right now. It was whiplash. And all the more a sign of how fucking stupid his head could be.

You weren't going anywhere. You'd told him that enough times; even if the future was a little uncertain, he could be sure that you would be there. Your words and your actions showed it - you were always looking out for him, always asking him where you were headed next and how you could help him. Your lives were so intricately intertwined now that separating could break you both.

"Talk to me," you quietly said.

"It's nothing-"

"- Din," you pushed. "It's not nothing if it's enough to wake you up in a cold sweat at 3AM."

He sighed, glancing down at you. "We just...we had a fight. And you left. You took the kid."

You felt your heart break a little at that. The two of you had fought before but only so much as it was natural for two people who constantly shared a space to. And your intentions were always out of love for one another; it was normally just a case of miscommunications or unspent frustrations. It never took much to solve them.

"Nightmare me sounds like an idiot," you said, voice muffled by his chest. "Mostly for leaving you, but a little for thinking I could handle Grogu on my own."

Din's body shook with what felt like a half-chuckle. He moved then, one arm pulling from beneath to you wrap around your waist, the other meeting it half way to hold you fully. He properly rested his chin on top of your head then, body moulding around yours and welcoming the embrace. It was natural now - even felt weird when he wasn't holding you - but it had taken a lot of trust from Din to get to this point. The first few months of your relationship had been spent at an arm's length; he never would have dreamed about sleeping next to you then, even less so coming clean about his nightmares. It made you grateful now every time he held you and every time he opened up to you.

His breathing steadied now; he closed his eyes and timed it with yours, begging and willing for the feeling of sleep to return.

"It's okay. I know you're here now," Din said quietly. "That's what counts."

You smiled, glad that he was certain in himself. Though he'd never verbalised it, you always knew that insecurity was there - more so in the start of your relationship but he still had his moments. You couldn't blame Din; it was his first proper relationship. He'd quite literally never bonded with a human before and he was lucky that you were the first. With your patience, kindness and wit, it wasn't exactly hard to fall head over heels. It was hard to remember a time before you now.

You'd never believed in soulmates or love at first sight, but you knew from the second you met Din that he was special. It was hard to put your finger on what exactly at first; just intuition, really. It had taken a bit of pushing on your part and a bit of pulling on his, but now you found yourselves here.

"I'm always going to be here," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. It was scratchy with a five o'clock shadow.

"I know," he replied. "I get in my head sometimes. It's hard."

"Yeah, I get that. Is there anything I can do?"

He glanced down at you, giving you a small smile. "No. Just being here is enough."

That was Din's own way of saying I love you. He very rarely said the actual phrase - he very rarely had to, not when his actions said it for him. You and the kid were at the forefront of everything he did; every bounty he took, every planet he found, every weapon he brought. You never doubted his love for you. Not for a second.

Kicking the covers back up, you slipped underneath them and gently tugged Din's hand. He followed suit, arms not leaving your torso as he put his head against the pillow. His breathing was completely steady now, brain void of any nightmares.

"Rest," you whispered.

And he did.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin imagines #din djarin fluff #din djarin reader insert #mandalorian x reader #mandalorian imagine #mandalorian imagines #mandalorian reader insert #mandalorian fluff #star wars imagines #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #star wars reader insert

[imaginefan]

I'll Try *Part 4*

Klaus Mikaelson!Platnoic X Male!Reader Damon Salvatore!Father X Son!Reader

Word Count: 1075

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Hello can I have a part 4 of I'll try where the sons mother comes back as a ghost to haunt Damon telling him to nor give up on their son and to ditch Elena. The son sees Kol and Esther makes the son have witch powers as well as a vampire to make Klaus join her side but the son uses it to protect Klaus and Hayley and Hope. One day the son ends up getting sick with something Bonnie made a curse as revenge for the son killing Jeremy ( he is back again ) and him saving Katherine. He is on a high fever and Hayley is wiping his hair and Kol and Freya and Davina are trying everything to find a way to stop this and the son says " Dad can you bury me next to my mom." He calls Klaus dad then he says " Tell Damon Salvatore and Stefan Salvatore there past life is gone because they only care and a DoppleSlut and tell Kitty Kat thank you for a chance. He closes his eyes for an hour than he shoots up because he feels lot better and everyone hugs him. What he doesn't know is that Klaus loves him so much like a brother and son he called Damon Salvatore and begged him to make Bonnie stop the curse and he also swore no retaliation from his family unless the son died So Damon had Jeremy make Bonnie stop. The son became the unofficial Mikaelson the whole family liked him so he was called Anthony Mikaelson.

*Part 3*

“Damon.” Damon jumped awake, his eyes moving to the body next to him, there she stood the love he lost (Y/M/N). “What are you doing here? You're dead.” He frowned as he moved away from her, he realised that they were sitting in his bedroom at the boarding house. “Don’t give up on him.” She pleaded “he needs you, he needs someone to rely on and you can still help him.” “He killed Jeremy, do you know what that did to Elena?” He asked. “Why do you care? She is not your family, she should not be the one you prioritise.” She glared at him. “He’s your son but he is my son too, he has yet to realise the gift that I have given him but it is only a matter of time.”

Damon jumped out of the dream as he looked around, he wanted to help you but he was sure that you didn’t want the help, not to mention the trouble that you had caused that he now had to fix.

You stood in front of Esther and Kol “do you know what your mother was?” She asked. “My mother?” You asked. “A human.” You frowned. “No quite, you see from what I can figure out your mother may have been a siphoner, but you never unlocked any connection to magic so you wouldn’t have noticed it when you were human.” Esther explained. “So what are you saying?” You asked. “That you might be able to use magic and that is going to help you stand with me and protect the people that you care about, you know he lied about this too.” Kol explained and you looked at him. “It will, how am I supposed to unlock it?” You asked. “I can force the connection open, it’s going to hurt and it’s going to take some time to learn magic but I promise that it will be worth it.” Esther said and you looked between them both waiting for any unease between them but it seemed that they both believed the plan they had presented you with. You knew that they were lying about the overarching reason for doing it but you needed the extra power if you were going to be of any use to Klaus. “Then do it.” You nodded.

You walked into the courtyard, Klaus could sense that there was something different but you had spoken to him about this plan before you had even gone to Esther “I assume you were correct about what they wanted.” He said as he looked at you. “I was.” You nodded. “They said that my mother was a siphoner and that meant that I had dormant magic energy in me, that your mother awakened.” “Really?” He asked. “Mmm, I still have to learn how to use them but it’s worth it in the end I think.” You explained and he nodded. You smiled as you attempted to step forward, stopped in your tracks, dizziness took over your whole body. “(Y/N) are you okay?” Klaus asked as he reached his hand out to touch steady you, it was then that he felt how hot you were “what’s going on? Elijah helped him back to his room, I think I need to talk to our mother.”

Klaus didn’t take long to get to Esther “What did you do to him?” He asked. “Your prized possession?” Esther asked. “He chose to fight with me.” She smirked. “And now he’s sick, is this you're doing!?” You asked. “What?” She asked “I wanted him to kill you, he serves no purpose if he can not do that, why would I make him sick.” “Then why is he sick?” Klaus asked. “Let me see him.” Esther ordered, Klaus grit his teeth, he knew that he had no option, he didn’t know how to fix it, he didn’t even know who had cursed you so instead he nodded. “Save him.” Klaus ordered. “I doubt that I can save him but I might be able to track the curse back, spell like that, leave a trail, maybe I can tell you who is responsible, they are the only ones that can lift the curse.” Esther explained. “Hurry up.” Klaus ordered.

It only took Esther 30 minutes to find out that the course had come from Mystic Falls and by extension the only witch there Bonnie Bennett. Kol, Freya and Davina had started looking for a cure incase Bonnie refused to remove it but they had no luck yet. Hayley had taken to wiping your brow of sweat and keeping you comfortable, she had no magical knowledge or power so this was the best that she could do. Klaus came in to see you but everyone could tell that you were struggling now, it had only been a couple of days but the curse had taken hold quickly. “Dad…” You called out and for a second Klaus was angry that it was until you grabbed his wrist calling his attention back to you £can you bury me with mum?” You asked. “And tell Damon Salvatore and… Stefan Salvatore that the life that they knew was over, they left it behind when they chose that Doppelganger over family…” You breathed out “tell Kitty Kat thank you.” Klaus watched you settle again before he left the room ordering the others to watch you before he stepped out to make a call. “What?” The person on the other end of the call asked. “Damon this is the only time that you will get this deal, you tell you witch to lift the curse on (Y/N), if it’s lifted now there will be no retaliation and we’ll leave you be but if he dies, I will come back to avenge him no matter what I have to go through to do so.” Klaus ordered. “Jeremy talk to Bonnie about the curse, get it lifted.” He heard Damon order. “You better hope that the hunter can come through.” Klaus said.

An hour later you were walking again, Klaus seemed to relax after that, everyone did. Hayley was smiling again , Freya checked you over to make sure that you were okay before leaving you to sit in the courtyard with Klaus. “Thank you all for staying with me.” You finally said. “Of course you are a part of this family.” Klaus smiled. “(Y/N) Mikaelson.” “I like that.” You said “Thank you.”

*Part 5*

Requests and general question!

#the vampire diaries one shot #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries #the originals imagine #the originals #the originals imagines #klaus mikealson imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #damon salvatore imagine #damon salvatore one shot #damon salvatore #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #male reader

[devotedlykoneshots]

CHOI JONGHO: BOXING OR ME

Genre: smut , boxing themes, reader hates boxing, minors dni . 🔞

Word count: 2,159

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"What the hell are you doing in my apartment?! Wait- are you drunk?!"you stopped mid sentence, drying your hair, you weren't expecting to see jongho in your bed as you stepped out of your bathroom from the shower.

He was barely awake, turning his head to look at you through half lidded eyes and that's when you saw the bruise forming on his cheek.

"Nooooooooo00..."he giggles and you scoffed, tossing your now damp towel in the dirty clothes hamper.

"Wow, you're wasted"you shook your head and walked into your closet, your fists clenched.

"You got into a fight didn't you?"you asked him and he clears his throat, sitting up in your bed.

"It wasn't a big fight"he said, hoping you wouldn't see it as a big deal.

"Is that supposed to make it better? should I be happy?"you asked him and walked back out dressed in a night gown.

"No one is allowed to kill you

except me you understand? So Stop

getting into stupid fights!"you scold him, walking over to him and helping him out of his clothes.

It wasn't until you came back from washing and drying his clothes that he realized you were still rambling.

"Why are you so careless"you ask and shake your head as you help him put on a shirt and he groans softly.

"Relax, it doesn't hurt that mu-

Ow!"you yank his arm through the shirt and he cries out, cutting off his own sentence.

"Very convincing"you roll your eyes and he groans softly.

"I have a perfectly reasonable

explanation for this"he tried to tell you and you nodded.

"I'm listening"you tell him and he scratches the back of his neck nervously.

"I don't know it was just... there

when I woke up"he said and you scoffed, jongho was a terrible liar.

"..That's the best excuse you can come up with?"you asked genuinely and mostly unimpressed.

"Yeah"he said shamefully and you heave a sigh, sitting on the bed and staring out of the window

"What are you thinking about you?"he asked as he joined you and bumped his shoulder against yours.

"You idiot"you said and roll your eyes.

"I'm fine, I'm here aren't i?"he asked you and you looked over at him.

"For how long?"you asked him and he sucks in a deep breath.

"Y/n-"but you cut him off of course.

"You know how I feel about that life"you told him and he grabs your hand, holding it between his own.

"You know I can't stop"he said and you looked back at him, your eyes searching his.

"Not even for me?"you asked and he doesn't reply, he's completely silent and you nodded. You understood him loud and clear.

"Well that's an answer"you said, hurt after he goes silent and doesn't answer.

"I don't know , okay"he said after a moment and turned to you, grabbing your hand.

"You're important to me, okay? But when I'm in the ring it's different, it's like I finally matter"he explained for the thousandth time but you scoffed and stood up.

"You matter to me, you've always mattered to me but that's not enough for you."to say you were hurt was an understatement, he always chooses boxing over you and it hurts everytime.

"Just go, get out"he was sober enough to find his way home now and you really wanted to be alone now. This is how your talks about boxing always went.

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You didn't talk to jongho for the next few days and certainly you didn't want to honestly, he told you where he stood and although you loved him lots even you know when to back off.

"I think you should go"a voice snaps you out of your trance and you blink, looking over at your parents.

"No"you instantly denied her, this morning you awakened to your mom knocking at your door and everything was normal. You ate breakfast and chatted for a bit.

That was until a man known as jongho's manager showed up and he came looking for you.

"Honey he doesn't seem to want to stop this boxing thing, maybe the only thing you can do is support him"your said and you shook your head.

"He chose boxing over me, I don't think he deserves my support right now"you were extremely stubborn more now than ever.

"I just don't want you to look back on this moment and regret not at least going to one match and seeing for yourself"your mother said and everyone else in the room agreed.

"He is special, come to his match tonight and you'll see"his manager said and you sighed, turning to look at the man.

"Okay, fine"you gave in , it wouldn't hurt to just watch.

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It was loud and it only seemed to get louder the closer you got to the ring, the sight was pretty brutal and you winced as you witnessed jongho take a punch to the face. It was clear that he was losing as his opponent back him in a corner delivering blow after blow until the bell rung and they had to break it up.

"You brought me to watch him lose?"you asked and looked at his manager.

"Actually I brought you here to help him win"he said, obviously knowing something you don't.

"What?"you were confused not knowing how much your fight was affecting jongho's ability to perform.

"He's been having a losing streak and I need you to get through to him, your fight is messing with his head and he needs you now more than ever"that's all his manager is willing to say at the moment and you look to see jongho sitting down in his corner , taking a water break.

"What do you want me to do?"you asked him.

"Talk to him, give him something to motivate him to win"he tells you and leads you down the stairs , towards jongho.

"Okay"you take a deep breath as you approach him and you can already see the effects of the blows he sustained, bruises already forming on his skin.

"Hey"you placed a hand on his shoulder and he turned his head to look at you.

"You're here? What are you doing here?"he asked confused, he knew this was the last place you'd be.

"Apparently here to watch you lose"you snorted and he chuckles.

"Sorry I'm such a huge disappointment"he said and you shook your head at him.

"You're not, I'm the disappointment. I've been a terrible friend to you"you told him and you meant it.

"You're here now and it means a lot"you had no idea how much of an effect you had on his life.

"Can you do me a favor?"you asked him and he nodded.

"Yeah anything"he said and grabbed your hand.

"Win"you told him.

"I thought you-"you cut him off.

"Forget what I said, I need you to win"you told him, he pushes himself close to you and seals his lips against yours. Just as the bell rings again for another round and he pulls away.

"Been wanting to do that for years"he said and jumped up , a newfound determination to win and put up a show for you.

You were still stunned by the sudden kiss that was a little too quick for your liking but still you barely paid attention to the match as you kept thinking back to the kiss.

But in the end jongho won and he never felt better in his life, he was on top of the world actually. He was surrounded by lots of people celebrating his victory and you smiled , heading towards the exit to let him bask in his victory but jongho pushes his way through the crowd and turns you around.

He presses his lips against yours and you gasped into the kiss, now he could kiss you like how he wanted and no one could stop him.

Your arms wrap around his neck and your fingers comb through his hair before he pulls away.

"Wow"you whispered and he chuckles, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him to the locker room. Where his hands returns to your body and his lips find yours again, backing you up against the wall.

"Wait-"you push his chest and he pulls back, both of you panting lightly.

"Friends don't kiss each other, not like this-"you tell him and he caresses your cheek with his thumb.

"Maybe I don't want to be friends, maybe I've always wanted to be more"he finally admitted and you bit your bottom lip at his little confession.

"Is that okay with you?"he asked and you nodded, grabbing his shirt and pulling him back into a kiss.

He lets out a groan and kisses your lips deeply, picking you up and pressing you against the wall even more now. The tent in his pants was hard to miss and hard to ignore.

"Jongho"you gasped into the kiss and he rolls his hips against your clothed crotch, your tongues clashing sloppily as he takes advantage of your current state and pushes his tongue into your mouth. You both moaning into the kiss as you dry hump each other against the wall.

"Fuck-"he moans into the kiss, angling your hips and bucking his into you faster. Giving you a taste of what he could do to you and you cling onto him , gripping onto his shirt and leaning your head against the wall as you moan.

"I'm gonna cum"you cried out and hid your face in his neck, his hips stopped immediately and you let out a whimper.

"Why'd you stop?"You ask and he pulls back, eyes taking in your features.

"I want you to cum on my cock"he said and put you on the floor again, taking off his shorts and briefs.

"Does it hurt?"you asked placing your hand on a bruise forming on his cheek and he grabs your hand, shaking his head.

"Not right now"he said and kisses your lips again, you pull him closer and he pulls you away from the door as he cups your crotch and guides you over to a bench.

"I'm kind of occupied at the moment"he continues and you laugh, sitting down and your eyes finally taking in his bare cock. It was in your face, it's kinda hard not to notice in your defense.

"Oh my god, you're so big"you said and looked up at him, he looked down at you and you couldn't help but lick the underside of his cock.

"Y/n- no, I won't last if you keep doing that"he said and pulled your hair back, you whimper softly and grab his thighs.

"Take off your panties"he said and you stood up, doing as he said and he pushes you down against the bench. You use your hands to grip the back of it and look back at him as he gets into position, slowly pushing his cock into your entrance slowly and pulling your hips back as he enters.

"Jongho"you bite your bottom lip and he slowly pulls out half way before thrusting back inside, gradually building momentum and watching as your body contorts in reaction to the pleasure he's giving you.

"You feel amazing, so good baby"he praises you and you back your ass back to match his thrusts, resting your cheek against your arm.

"Faster, please"you begged him and he grants your wish, thrusting his hips faster and you moaned louder. 

"Fuck- jongho please"you cried out and he grabs your panties and stuffs them in your mouth, muffling your cries and continuing to thrust into you at a brutal pace.

Your cries are muffled by the panties and you squirm underneath him but he pushes down on your back, making you arch further and holding you down as he does so.

"Fuck- that's it, take all of it"you never knew behind that sweet gummy smile of his that he was this rough in bed but you surely know now as his hand comes down on your ass and you cry out , his hand in your hair and pulling you back against his cock.

"Holy shit"you cried out , muffled once again and your body trembling as your orgasm ripped through you. A moan ripping through the room and jongho groans softly, hips stuttering and he pulls out just in time to cum all over your pussy.

"I'll take you home"he offers and you nodded, sitting up as he removes your panties from your mouth and kisses you softly.

You grab onto his hand and let him pull you out of the room, satisfied and happy for now.

#ateez smut #jongho smut

[keyblade-knights-blog]

A Peculiar Dream

......... It's the same dream night after night.

That same ominous figure in the dark. Those same yellow piercing eyes. That strange staff. A sense of timeless horror, the dreamer powerless to do anything about the creature's presence or anything about what it might be doing. And what does it do?

Why... It takes hearts of course.

From various corners untold in a great space, through it's eyes and it's presence, the viewer see's many different and strange places. From the highest mountain tops where great magical beings reside, to the lowest latitudes where murky swamps can be found... But that's not all this creature has seen. It has seen all kinds of strange lands as it's gone about it's many duties; swamplands inhabited by strange anthropomorphic amphibious creatures, immense woodlands filled with secrets and weirdness alike, a peculiar civilization perched upon the remains of a long since dead and decayed giant, an ancient kingdom straight out of history books depicting ancient Mesopotamia, an immense ocean and more. But where-ever it went, the story was always the same. In these worlds, it would find the hearts of fallen warriors. Warriors that gave it their all against unknown forces of great power and unknown origin, teetering between the realm of the living and the Final World of the deceased. And as their bodies, now invisible to the world around them, float between the physical and astral planes, it comes into the scene, gently taking the hearts from the warriors. This causes the bodies to disappear and for normalcy to continue to be held within the world without accidentally coming across the fallen warrior. And this is what the strange monster did. Traveling from world to world, sometimes from town to town; sometimes it would find hearts to collect, sometimes those hearts would be kept from it by figures unknown, more powerful then itself. Yes, indeed. It was a task that it started as far back as the Keyblade War (Whatever that meant), and continued on even to this day... ... And it likely would STILL be continuing on this task had it not been for that boy... ------------------------------------ The day began like any other. That strange, ominous figure was drawn to a great mountain where a warrior had been sent flying after a mighty battle. The warrior was not unlike everyone else it had come across, yet another poor, foolhardy young man, taken well before his time. Ah, but it wasn't for the figure to judge. Just to do it's job- "RIKU!!!" And that was when the trouble started. As it takes the heart, the figure looked down from where the warrior floated.

Down on the ground level? Another young warrior, one's eyes still brimmed with an unmistakable light and life, and curiously, one with eyes wide open... Eyes wide awake. Strange to be sure, but the figure paid the young man no heed, it just did it's job and then quickly left... But no. "HEY WAIT!" "HOLD STILL!" "ENOUGH!!" "STOP THAT!" "HEY!" "HEY STOP!!" Seven times does that boy give chase. Seven times does he cross his sword with the figure's ominous staff. Seven times does their magical skill clash against each other... And each time the two clashed, the figure would lose the heart it was attempting to take, due to the boy soundly defeating it despite it's every effort to escape. When the seventh clash comes and goes... It's finally just too much. The mysterious figure vanishes into the aether, it's body having taken too much punishment and unable to continue on. And when that figure disappears? The Dreamer feels it again. Hope. Optimism... Opportunity. So the dreamer travels. It travels and travels and travels and travels... Well away from the places he/she/they once knew...

Until, one day, they finally find- "Gabe! Gabriel wake up! Gaaaaabe!" -? Huh-? ------------------------------------------------- Light. Illumination. Blinding... Awakening... "May your Heart be your Guiding Key, my stubborn little student~."

#a new beginning #Kingdom Hearts #Treasure Planet #The Lich #Heartless #Post!KH3

[uncleclam]

Gn!reader x trans!Dan / piss / somna

Rating: nsfw

Word count: 672

Meow.

Dan’s gray cat blinks slowly in your direction, tail swinging. Dave is a good kitty, body covered with tabby, greenish colored fur, healthily weighted and well behaved. He is surprisingly not stinky too. You liked it very much, he reminds you of Dan with his lazy nature, the way they nap in the same position on the sofa, under the afternoon sun, or even the way they yawn.

Though, the only difference between the two of them is one being well groomed and taken care of while one does not.

You looked at his owner, which is right beneath you, snoring softly and sleeping peacefully on his frameless mattress. Ignore the deformed face and the drooling, he is pretty handsome, in a nerdy way.

Dave lifts its paws, walks silently towards you, you thought he wanted some pets but he just sniffed you and turned away. Today is saturday, both of you, with Dan, not the cat, are free from work, but you woke up early with your internal clock anyway. The sun peek through the curtains, dust reflecting the light like its shiny stars in the air, the warm sun casts on the man's bare chest, leading your vision to his vulnerable, exposed belly.

The striped cat stretches its back, then curls into Dan’s neck, purring. Aw, such a cutie. You thought. Not wanting to disturb the peace, you sneaked into the thin blanket and slid between Dan’s legs.

You are going to like it, teach. You thought, carefully spread open his thighs a little wider. You pet on the fluffy happy trail under the belly button, his pubes are dark like his hair, curly. It’s fun to play with actually, but not now. You move further down, push a little to reveal the pink vulva of his.

The scruffy man moans in discomfort, swifting his waist unconsciously. You paused, not wanting to wake him up, until he fell into deep sleep again. You wet your index with your tongue, touching and rubbing the folds with gentle measures, ignoring the clit on spot, sliding up and down with your thumb like how you pet a kitty.

A few raspy moans escaped from Dan's throat, you keep your patience and pace, decide to keep this going.

You spread open his slit with two fingers. It’s leaking.

Your heart pounds a little faster as you see the murky fluid flowing from his hole. You licked your lips, it didn't take you long to send your mouth into him, eager to taste him. The man above wiggles, trying to shake off the weird feeling in his dream, but you ignored. Your tongue circles on his peehole, as sensitive as the clit, Dan’s thighs clenches out of reflection, hips jogs up, almost making you bite your own tongue.

You wonder if he’s dreaming of all this, you hoped so, that’ll be so hot for him to go soaking wet for you even in his sleep, can’t even rest without you giving him the pleasure no one can offer. His eyelashes twitch, eyeballs moving slightly under the lids. He is definitely getting eaten out in his silly brain.

Your go back focus on his poor peehole, pink and shimmering from your touch. You decide to give it some more attention, some more stimulation, just to see what will happen.

‘Mmmpth…ugh…’ the man moans, almost awake. His anus and opening clutches in sync, pleasure and pain sending in waves, his brows squeeze together, head sweating like having a nightmare.

It didn’t stop you from sucking him off until you felt a hint of saltines in your tongue. It’s piss.

Mattress soaked, your lower face covered in his slick and human waste. You had a glimpse of how the muscles around the pee hole contracts, then losing its control. Feeling extremely proud to make the teacher pissed himself, you flipped open the blanket, can’t wait to see the man’s expression.

‘Fuck…’ he gasped, exhausted. Eyes half lidded and finally, awakened.

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[mareenavee]

Another Sacrifice

For the prompt: Dragon Priest

A shoutout to @changelingsandothernonsense for these caveats:

Dragon Priest's POV Nyenna is the LDB

For those of you who aren't yet familiar, Nyenna is my OC from my main fic, The World on Our Shoulders. This piece is NON CANON. (:

Hope you like the oddness. It was a fun one!

Tagging @throughtrialbyfire, @dirty-bosmer, @archangelsunited, and @paraparadigm <3 It's another Second Person POV and I know you guys have always really supported my efforts on that front, too and it is so, so appreciated!

without further ado~

Another Sacrifice

It has been centuries—untold eras since you last breathed the air of the crypt you called your final resting place. Your skin, fragile now, stretches across your bones like canvas. You need not breathe, for long ago your insides had putrefied. You are desiccated, and yet more powerful than you have ever been before. You feel the magic pulse between the spaces in your ribs where your heart and lungs used to rest. You exhale dust and ash as you rise from your tomb, awakened by a sound in your head—

“Krii daar joorre.”

So He had returned in the end, as he said he would. As you said you would. His Voice echoes across the tundras and river valleys, through mountains and caverns and into the tombs you’d sequestered yourself in waiting for this promised day when you would be called forth from your slumber. Finally, the time has come to make use of the power you had sacrificed everything for. You are to rule this place as you were always meant to rule—with absolute, unshakeable power, guided only by Alduin’s will.

Only, for a moment, it is as if the Words do not ring. The Voice you’ve been hearing is different from what was expected, its signature sideways in your ears. You open your mouth to try and speak, and find yourself unable to articulate. Your trachea has rotted through, the skin peeling from the effort of opening your jaw. How, then, are you to call to your Lord? How, then, are you to respond?

You look through eyes that are not eyes, and through the veil of magic that sustains you, a figure emerges. You know her, and yet you do not. She speaks your language, and yet does not speak at all. She crouches in the darkness, her spectral bow glimmering in the faint light. She has eliminated the ones whose life force kept you in stasis. She is why you are now awake. Not to kill all mortals—just this one. You are confused for a brief moment as you sift through your memories and try to wrap your head around this breach of etiquette. Only Alduin was supposed to call you forth. You were to rise to greet him and lead his army of thralls, and return this place to the unyielding rule of the Dragon Cult. That had been your purpose. That was the power you had sacrificed everything for.

Anger, or something like it, flashes in what is left of your mind—not so much a mind as a swirling cloud of Necromantic magics housed inside a crumbling skull. This false dragon, whose soul hides itself inside a prison of flesh, had the gall to destroy the reserves of soul-power you had so carefully hand selected, in such ways that they would never rise again. And now? Now she intends to fight you, bow brandished as if her power could hope to be your equal—or your undoing.

A vile cackle leaves what is left of your throat. The girl before you does not cower, does not bend to the enormity of your presence. Your hand grips the cool gold of the staff you carried. A shock of power runs through it and across your body. Your laughter, deep and insidious, does not stop as the magic courses through the pathways that used to be veins, muscle, sinew. You float, no longer bound by the constraints of mortal existence. Your lips, or what remains of them, twist into a sneer. Without effort, you redirect the storm you summoned, aiming for the false dragon, the one without wings, the one without authority. You will end her. That is the only directive you can follow. -> Read the rest on AO3.

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[scottsummersbingo]

The Scott Summers Bingo is still going strong between our regular bingo happening now and our mini-events we're having a great time celebrating our favorite X-Men leader and the possibilities of What If where he is concerned. Between our Sexy Days of Summers Event and all the other things happening we've got some great submissions below the cut for everyone to check out. If anyone would like to join us feel free to do so by signing up at the bingo here or heading on over to discord here to talk with other Scott fans.

Title: Awake Author: scottxlogan Card #: MRP-001 Square Filled: N1: X Marks the Spot   Pairing: Scott/Logan Rating: General Audiences Warnings/Tags: Misunderstandings, Movie: X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014), Post-X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014), Canon Divergence - Post-X-Men Days of Future Past (2014), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Romance, Confusion, Fluff Summary: Logan's awakening in the new world has left him with more questions than answers, but when Charles is unavailable to provide Logan the answers he needs, Logan returns to his room and discovers Scott waiting for him. What Scott has to say opens the door to a new beginning for Logan. Word Count: 1914 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48485293

Title: Tangled Up In You Author: scottxlogan Card #: SSB-001 Square Filled: N2: Erotic Dreams Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Explicit Warnings/Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sexual Content, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Minor Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Praise Kink, Hurt Scott Summers, Scott Summers Needs A Hug, Bisexual Scott Summers, Drowning, 5+1 Things, 5 Times, Post-X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014), Protective Logan (X-Men), Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred Summary: Scott's erotic dreams lead him on a journey in his own sexual awakening as his hidden feelings for Logan grow each time he dreams of him. Through the joys and the sorrows Scott experiences, he relives the memory of the five times dreaming of Logan changed his world. While Logan finds himself thinking about the dream of Scott that changed his.   Word Count: 9375 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48411607

Title of Fill: Inspiration: The Muse (Chapter 2) Author: scottxlogan Card #: NSFW Card #2 Square Filled: Summers Splash Mini-Event Sex Manual (with photos) Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48674320/chapters/122960221 Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Light Bondage, Blindfolds, tied-up Scott Summers, Sexual Content, Rope Bondage, Sub Scott Summers, Artist Steve Rogers, Light Dom/sub, Praise Kink, Past Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Past Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Age Difference, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Secret Crush, Awkward Crush, Art, Gay Bobby Drake, Scott Summers & Bobby Drake friendship, Rimming, Explicit Sexual Content, Masturbation, Light Spanking, Sexual exploration, Sex Toys, Self-Discovery Summary: Scott weighs out his options after Steve offers him a thrilling proposal. While Scott considers his decision, Scott finds himself leaning towards a path to self-discovery and sexual explorations only to learn that he doesn't have a clue where to start. After Scott has an outing with Bobby, Steve decides it's time to teach Scott a few things about the world of pleasure.   Word Count: 16635

Title of Fill: Scott Summers Bingo: September 2023 Round Robin Author: ScottxLogan Card #: SSB-001 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50225860 Square Filled: N5: Blowing Bubbles Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Pre-Relationship, Friendship, Healing Summary: It’s been a while since Jean’s passing and Scott is struggling with what it means to move forward with life after love. Where will the journey to healing take him? It’s up to you! Have fun being creative with this!

Title of Fill: Cupcakes and Gunfire Author: Wolfsheart Card Number: SSB-002 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49728154 Square Filled: O5: Undercover Mission as Lovers to Take Down the Enemy (Also NSFW Card #1 Square 5: Wedding Ring from Summers Splash Mini Event) Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Mature Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Referenced Loki/Tony Stark. Mission Fic, Undercover Missions, Undercover as Married, Undercover as a Couple, Three Team Pile-Up, Team Up, X-Men + Avengers + S.H.I.E.L.D., Snark, Snarky Tony Stark, Humor, Friends to Lovers, Homophobia, Hydra (Marvel), Flirting, Birthday, Birthday Cake, Birthday Sex, Blood and Violence, Fights, Fist Fights, Blow Jobs, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Fairy Godfather Tony Stark, Endearments, Homophobia, A little blood and violence, swearing, blow jobs, sex/implied sex Summary: The X-Men, Avengers, and S.H.I.E.L.D. team up to bring in a Hydra problem that has somehow managed to go even more extreme than Hydra's usual villainy. The mission required a mutant, and that happened to be Scott Summers, and Bucky to go in undercover as newlyweds, and for Scott to reveal himself to be a visible mutant at the right moment. Of course, they'll have plenty of back-up, but until that moment, and even after, the two unlikely partners will find it very easy to play their parts. Until it's no longer just acting. Word Count: 16840

Title of Fill: Scott Summers Bingo: September 2023 Round Robin Author: Wolfsheart Card Number: SSB-002 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50225860 Square Filled: B3: Best friends with benefits Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Pre-Relationship, Past Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Grief/Mourning, Team Bonding, Friendship, Healing, Light Angst, Avengers - Freeform, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff, Pre-Relationship, Past Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Grief/Mourning, Team Bonding, Friendship, Healing, Light Angst, Avengers - Freeform, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Fluff Summary: It’s been a while since Jean’s passing and Scott is struggling with what it means to move forward with life after love. Where will the journey to healing take him? It’s up to you! Have fun being creative with this! Word Count: 5,921

Title of Fill: Scott Summers Bingo: September 2023 Round Robin Author: Cerylid Card Number: SSB-007 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50225860 Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Pre-Relationship, Friendship, Healing Summary: It’s been a while since Jean’s passing and Scott is struggling with what it means to move forward with life after love. Where will the journey to healing take him? It’s up to you! Have fun being creative with this!

Title of Fill: Scott Summers Bingo: September 2023 Round Robin Author: Sivan325 Card #: SSB-006 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50225860 Square Filled: G2: Taking Care of Someone, I4: A Night of Drinking Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Pre-Relationship, Friendship, Healing Summary: It’s been a while since Jean’s passing and Scott is struggling with what it means to move forward with life after love. Where will the journey to healing take him? It’s up to you! Have fun being creative with this!

Title of Fill: Scott Summers Bingo: September 2023 Round Robin Author: endlesstwanted Card Number: SSB-011 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50225860 Square Filled: I3: Cooking a meal together, I1: Loss of voice Ship/Main Pairing: Scott Summers & Sam Wilson, Scott/Logan Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings/Triggers: Team Bonding, Avengers, Fluff Summary: It’s been a while since Jean’s passing and Scott is struggling with what it means to move forward with life after love. Where will the journey to healing take him? It’s up to you! Have fun being creative with this! Word Count: 1308

Title: Too cold to touch Author: stormxpadme Card #: NSFW Card 3 Square Filled: Summers Splash Mini-Event NSFW card #3 — Ice Play Pairing: Bobby Drake/Logan/Scott Summers Rating: Explicit Warnings: BDSM, very mild references back to teacher/student power constellation; everyone's long out of school tho Summary: Every now and then, Logan invites a third player for assistance to get Scott out of his head on their Saturday night dates. Word Count: 3.075 Link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/47175409/chapters/118860763

Title: The Danger Room Grand Tour Author: stormxpadme Card #: NSFW Card 3 Square Filled: Summers Splash Mini-Event NSFW card #3 — Leather/Latex Pairing: Logan/Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Warnings: BDSM Summary: In which the Mutant High gets a visit by Captain America and Logan personally makes sure, the unexpected guest is too distracted to tell SHIELD too much X-Men Interna. Word Count: 5477 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50236129

Title: A Russian bet Author: stormxpadme Card #: NSFW Card 3 Square Filled: Summers Splash Mini-Event NSFW card #3 — Sitting in someone's lap Pairing: Logan/Natasha Romanov/Scott Summers Rating: Explicit Warnings: BDSM, knifeplay Summary: In which Logan and Scott visit Stark Tower and have an interesting sparring session with Natasha. Word Count: 5180 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50236567

Title: Hole in one Billard Author: stormxpadme Card #: NSFW Card 3 Square Filled: Summers Splash Mini-Event NSFW card #3 — X marks the spot Pairing: Logan/Remy LeBeau/Scott Summers Rating: Explicit Warnings: BDSM, inflation, human furniture Summary: In which Logan invites the X-Men's newest team member Remy to a very special kind of pool billiard. Word Count: 4468 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50236996

Title: You're part of us Author: stormxpadme Card #: NSFW Card 3 Square Filled: Summers Splash Mini-Event NSFW card #3 — Likes to watch Pairing: Jean Grey/Logan/Scott Summers Rating: Explicit Warnings: BDSM Summary: In which Jean's surprising return and her healing from the Dark Phoenix demon leads to Logan, Scott and her finally being able to engage in the kind of relationship they all want. Hotness ensues. Word Count: 5679 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50237308

Title: The perfect shot Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Artists --- Steve Rogers, Bobby Drake --- Exhibitionism Pairing: Scott Summers/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Warnings: light BDSM Summary: "Don't come yet," Steve reminded Scott sternly, and Scott was pretty sure, if he was to survive this morning, he would strangle his boyfriend in his sleep. Word Count: 2073 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49075156/chapters/123811438

Title: The vault that is your mind Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Heist --- Bucky Barnes --- Against the wall Pairing: Scott Summers/Bucky Barnes Rating: Explicit Warnings: light BDSM Summary: In which a heist goes wrong for Scott and Bucky and they find some intriguing ways to kill time before the rescue. Word Count: 4704 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50296798

Title: Now that we've lost the moon Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Friends with benefits --- Logan --- Hurt/Comfort Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Logan comforts Scott after rescuing him in the aftermath of the last Hellfire Gala. Word Count: 3153 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50297170

Title: Feel the rhythm Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Musicians --- Remy LeBeau--- Spanking Pairing: Scott Summers/Remy LeBeau Rating: Explicit Summary: In which, after a failed gig at the Mutant High prom, Scott punishes Remy for fucking up in the most delicious way possible. Word Count: 4116 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50297422

Title: Luxury of freedom Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | University AU --- Warren Worthington III --- Outdoors Pairing: Scott Summers/Warren Worthington III Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Warren invites Scott to a luxury trip on a family yacht for spring break. They find ways to kill the time. Word Count: 4320 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50297809

Title: Hooked on a pirate Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Mutual pining --- Kurt Wagner --- Role-Playing, Spanking, Outdoors Pairing: Scott Summers/Kurt Wagner Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Kurt comes back to the X-Men just in time to stop Scott from going to Alkali Lake and the two of them discover, they have a lot more to in common than a shitty family background. Word Count: 7781 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50298247

Title: Just say I do Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Accidental marriage --- Tony Stark --- Praise kink, Mirror, Temperature play Pairing: Scott Summers/Tony Stark Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Tony and Scott accidentally get married and decide to consummate said marriage while they're at it. Word Count: 5390 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50298580

Title: The things I do for you Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Road trip --- Sam Wilson --- Toys, Edging, Spanking, Make up sex, Dirty talk Pairing: Scott Summers/Sam Wilson Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Scott and Sam go on a road trip for their first holiday together and Scott hates every second of it until he doesn't. Word Count: 4835 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50298865

Title: Quivering in anticipation Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Camping trip --- Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff --- Dom/Sub, Toys, Restrained, Edging, Switch, Outdoors, Threesome/Group Pairing: Scott Summers/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Scott, Clint and Natasha are on a stakeout together and find many creative ways to pass the time. Word Count: 7915 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50299399

Title: Can't turn you loose now Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Friends to lovers --- Ororo Munroe --- Hurt/Comfort, Bubble bath Pairing: Scott Summers/Ororo Munroe Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Ororo comforts Scott after Scott has lost Jean to Logan for good, and they find out together that this separation might actually have been for the best. Word Count: 6937 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50300194

Title: The lengths I'd go for you Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Age difference (no minors) --- Thor --- Toys, Daddy kink, Spanking Pairing: Scott Summers/Thor Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Scott gets to make a wish after winning a bet against Thor, and some creative use of hammers is happening. Word Count: 4766 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50300755

Title: A variant of happiness Author: stormxpadme Square Filled: Sexy days of Summers | Time travel --- Logan --- Kissing Pairing: Scott Summers/Logan (movieverse) Rating: Explicit Summary: In which Scott gets stopped by a variant of Logan and by Wade before he can encounter Jean at Alkali Lake and is given a new chance at life. Word Count: 6102 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50301169

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