#a bit of Easter filth

[thedeviltohisangel]

All The Things I Did (Interlude): The One Thing I've Been Wanting

a/n: wow oh wow i think you guys are going to love this one. another mini novel featuring all the emotions and filth you could ever ask for. john and cass have their formal wedding in south carolina that he always promised her they would. a few little easter eggs in there i hope you guys want to scream at me about. hope you all enjoy, happy reading and love you endlessly!

warning: smut

In May 1946, almost one year to the day that John Egan hung an American flag in the middle of Germany, he was sat in a plush hotel room in Charleston, South Carolina looking at a photo of himself in a smattering of local newspapers and even The New York Times. Locally it was the front page, nationally a column right in the economics section. The headlines ranged from proclamations of a fairytale come true to rumors on how the match would affect the valuation of the Cooper empire. 

He liked the picture they had all chosen though. It was from a photocall Mrs. Cooper had insisted they do just last week. Cass had worn a beautiful forest green skirt and white silk blouse, her smile perfectly measured across her face. There had been a bit of commotion over what John should wear. He wasn’t set to pin on Lieutenant Colonel until June and the communications team had proposed stalling the wedding until his new rank could be proudly displayed in the photographs. Might I politely remind you he is already my husband. If you make me wait one second longer to appease people with this party you will not enjoy the sight was how Cass chose to handle it. In this setting, one completely new and foreign to the boy from Manitowoc, he was entirely reliant on her to guide him.

In the final image, she was looking at the camera but he was looking at her. It was fitting. He was merely a planet orbiting around her sun. He looked stricken by her beauty and nothing could have been closer to the truth.

“Come in,” he called at the knock on the door. He folded the paper and tossed it onto the coffee table. 

“You about ready to get out there? Don’t want Spook thinking you ran away.” Gale clicked the door closed and stood watching his friend. “You’re nervous.” It was a statement rather than a question. 

“I don’t know why. I’ve been married to her for almost three years. Today is just a societal formality.” Marrying in secret in London was not how women like Cass were supposed to carry themselves, according to her mother. If no one was there to see it then they wouldn’t believe it. “Just…what if something changes?”

“What if something changes? Bucky, you two are still going to be the same people tonight as you were this morning. You’re still going to love the wits out of that girl just like she loves the wits out of you.” John stood and started to pace around the room.

“I know that. I know how I feel and how she feels won’t change but it’s now so formal. And there’s an audience and my wedding is in The Times, Buck, the goddamn Times!” 

“The photo did look wonderful,” Gale pointed out as he nodded towards the papers on the table. “Your wife doesn’t need all this if you don’t want it, John. I am pretty certain that girl would run away with you to a farm out West if you asked her to.”

“No,” he shook his head, “all of this is good to be sure she is always provided for. When we have kids, they won’t want for anything.” Wealth like this was almost unmoveable during the Depression. John had been in college for the worst of it. Had seen the toll it took on his family and the people around them. Cass and he could make sure their kids never had to worry about that. 

“When and not if, huh?”

“Buck, you of all people should know we aren’t exactly celibate.” Gale didn’t need the reminder. All too often he had found himself pleading for a moment of respite with the two of them. It didn’t matter when or where, he would run out of fingers and toes trying to count the sanctified places those two had breached. “She’s going to be the best mother.” 

“And you’re going to be the best father.” John and Cass had spent the past year filling in all the blanks their time apart had forced upon them. They had gone to Wyoming for Gale and Marge’s wedding and not a single incident had occurred. It was as if John had never gotten on a plane to avenge Gale that day. They were so in love they talked about having a baby in nine months, talked about the perfect house to raise them in. Talked about names and nursery colors. 

But then they had gone to visit his family in Wisconsin. And something had snapped. All the anger they had hidden from each other in the name of surviving the cold German winter had bubbled to the surface viciously. All the anger he had harbored towards her for putting herself in danger would not lay dormant any longer. Anger that every night when he closed his eyes he had prayed to keep his wife safe, that John could take any pain as long as she was spared, and she had negated it all without a thought. Anger that she had wasted almost two years of her life running herself ragged to maintain their relationship and he had been able to do nothing in return. Anger that no matter the horrors he had inflicted upon people, the horrors of Stalag Luft that kept him up at night, the horrors of not knowing who you were looking at in the mirror, that she didn’t find someone better.

“Buck, I’m sorry you weren’t there the first time Cass and I did this. But I am happy you’re here for this one. I couldn’t ask for a better best man.” John pulled him into a hug, clapping his back a few times. 

“I only agreed to see you cry when you get a glimpse of her.” 

“Yeah? You’ve seen her?” She had put him under strict orders that he was not to see her the morning of their wedding. Had even made John sleep by himself. He was missing her desperately at this point. 

“She said the dress was a family heirloom. You didn’t manage to sneak out a parachute?” John blushed and looked at his feet. 

“You’ll make fun of me if I tell you.” He had. They had just agreed to save it for a more special occasion. 

“Not on your wedding day.”

“Cass had the idea that it might make a nice christening gown one day.” Wait until Marge hears how John Egan has gone all domestic on us Gale thought with a smile. “Did she get the gift I left for her?” It was a silver locket, the date and a note that simply said I love you and his name on the back, a photo of the two of them in Wyoming neatly placed inside. 

“It’s her something new,” Gale answered. Her dress was something old, her mother’s diamond headband something borrowed and she had taken the time to stitch her favorite line from Blue Skies inside her skirt in blue thread. Gale cleared his throat. “She told me to pass along that you would get your gift from her…tonight.” All the girls had giggled furiously when Cass had asked him to pass along the message. There couldn’t have been a better man for the job.

“I think her asking you to tell me that is a gift all in itself, Buck.”

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Cass was sat in front of the vanity mirror, admiring how her new necklace looked with a smile. She had already married John, had been through more life with him than any other couple she knew, but the prospect of the day still had butterflies in her stomach. It was the kind of day that flitted across her dreams as she had grown up. Wondering what kind of dress she would wear. What the ring on her hand would look like. Who would be waiting for her at the end of the aisle. Never before would she have pictured a man like John Egan but now not a day went by where she didn’t think of him and was waiting for both of them at the end of that aisle. 

“Ma’am, all the guest have been seated and Major Egan is making his way to the altar in-”

“I’d like to see him.” Maybe that was what she needed to calm her nerves. Some needed whiskey or cigarettes but she just needed John. “He doesn’t need to see me, I just need to see him.”

And that was how, on his way to walk down the aisle, he was dragged into a room and told to sit patiently while the woman in charge of ensuring this entire wedding went off without a hitch, tied black fabric over his eyes. 

“Is this really necessary?” he asked once his vision was completely obscured. 

“Yes. Mrs. Egan requested it.” Gale sighed as the woman used Cass’ new last name. It always opened the door to something unscrupulous. 

“Mrs. Egan,” John repeated with a wicked grin. “Mrs. Cassandra Ann Egan. My wife.” He wasn’t ashamed to admit that he had asked Cass to write her new name for him just so he could relish in how it looked. How naturally her wrist and fingers moved to draft the letters. It was spectacularly wonderful and he was addicted. 

“Gale? Is he successfully blinded yet?” Cass was getting impatient on the other side of the bedroom door. She could hear her husband and she could feel him. It was like torture not being able to see him or touch him. 

“Spook?” John got up and turned in the direction of her voice, his shins colliding with a coffee table almost instantly. “Motherfucker!” 

“I’m giving you two…” Gale ran through the numbers in his head. He had seen the feral acts the two of them were capable of committing in less than five minutes. Anything more than thirty seconds seemed like they would be consummating a marriage that hadn’t happened yet. “Forget it. You two wouldn’t listen to me anyways. Just remember your parents are right outside!” Gale escorted the planner out and shut the door behind him, a stillness settling over the suite.

“Cass, baby, they’re gone. Can I take this-”

“Absolutely not!” Her voice was no longer muffled as she opened the door and took in the sight of him. Her beautiful, handsome man. Hers and hers alone. The man she had fought for and lived for and loved every day no matter how treacherous. “We have done absolutely nothing the traditional way. Let me have this, please?” John never was too good at denying her anything.

“Fine, then let me have a kiss at least.” Cass gathered her skirt with a small giggle as he stood there awaiting her with his arms open. She pecked him quickly and he leaned forward in a chase for more. “I’m dying, Cass. You didn’t let me see you after dinner last night and now you’re right here in front of me and I can just tell you look heaven sent and now you want to tease me?”

“I’m just so happy right now, Johnny.” Now that name only fell from her lips when the emotions in her chest were too much to even say his name. Whether she was sad or angry or blinded by happiness. He had gotten so used to hearing John that anything different locked him in on a dime. 

“I’m happy, too. Get to marry you all over again.” He felt a little better when her hands rested on his chest, his wrapping around her waist and pulling her as close as he could. His palms could feel lace until her hips and then silk. Maybe a bow at the top of her skirt. “I love you, Cass. Making things grandly official today won’t change anything about us. We’ll still sing as loud as we can in the car and share ice cream on the beach and count stars when we can’t fall asleep.” Her soul warmed when he said the exact words she had needed to hear, not knowing how John had ached with the need to say them. 

“Those sound like the vows you should be saving for later.” 

“I can think of a thousand ways to vow to love you forever, don’t you worry.” She indulged him in a proper kiss then, careful not to mess his perfectly coiffed curls and John restraining himself from tearing at the buttons going up her spine. Everything felt heightened, John unable to anticipate her next move with the fabric covering his eyes.

“What did I do to deserve you?” she asked softly as she knocked her nose against his. “You are so beautiful, inside and out, and intellectual and selfless and meet all my weaknesses with strength...”

“Sounds like a soulmate,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to do forever with you.” 

“We deserve it, my love.”

----

John held his breath as he waited at the altar, all eyes on him as everyone waited for the orchestra to begin playing as a signal of Cass’ arrival. He fiddled with the front of his jacket, ensuring it was straight and smooth, smiling when he caught Olivia and Jill giggling at him from their spots across from him. 

“Your sister is trying to kill me with anticipation,” he whisper-yelled. 

“She’ll make it worth your time, Major,” Olivia teased. Buck clapped John on the shoulders just as the first notes of the Bridal Chorus began to sing through the grove of Spanish Moss trees. 

“Here we go,” Gale said lovingly. Everyone stood and John breathed deeply as Cass’ niece, Jessie, slowly walked down the aisle with a shy grin, tossing rose petals as she did. Her brother Sammy was next to her, two silver rings on a plush pillow in his grip. John squatted down to be at their level as they approached.

“Thank you, princess. You look so pretty.” Jessie threw her arms around him as best she could.

“Thank you, Uncle John.” She ran off to take her seat by her father just as she’d been instructed to at the rehearsal. 

“Sir.” Sammy summoned all seven years of stature he had in him to stand at attention. 

“At ease, Sammy,” John chuckled. The young boy had fancied himself a future soldier. Had been amazed when he found out John was a real pilot just like in his comic books. “My best man, Major Cleven, is going to take those rings and keep them very safe.” Gale took them gently and locked them into his breast pocket. 

“Good work, Sammy.” Buck saluted him with a smile and the little boy was off in the same direction as his sister. John stood to his full height and squared his shoulders, his eyes sharpening their focus on the ornate wooden doors that hid his love from his sight. 

And when they opened. 

And when she lifted her veiled face to look at him, finally. 

And when their eyes met and their smiles matched and the tears welled in his eyes…

Everything felt right in the world. 

Cass kept her eyes on him as she held her fathers arm down the aisle. She had to slip her bottom lip between her teeth to keep from giggling with glee at the sight of John waiting for her. As she got closer, she could see the glassiness in his eyes. He was always so strong. Her stability in this world. The man who had her back through anything with no questions asked. The one person in the universe that loved her unconditionally and with no strings attached and in the exact way that she needed to be loved.

“Do you give this woman to be married to this man?” John was itching to lift her veil and kiss her senseless now that she was this close to him. 

“I do,” her father spoke with pride.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered as he pulled her into a hug. 

And then finally it was just the two of them.

And then finally he was able to hold her hand and help her up the final step to stand across from him.

And then finally his shaking fingers found the lace trim of her veil and he finally exhaled as he lifted it over her head. Her eyes were full of adoration as she looked up at him. 

“Hi,” he whispered. His hands landed on her cheeks and her hands rested against his chest.

“I’ve been missing those eyes.” Her own twinkled in kind. John leaned in, he couldn’t help himself, the officiant clearing his throat to stop them.

“We are gathered here today to witness the sacred union of John Clarence Egan and Cassandra Ann Cooper,” they smirked at each other. She hadn’t gone by her maiden name in almost three years. Not since London. “We stand here to honor and celebrate the love shared between these two people, as they come together to start their new life with a solemn vow, surrounded by their closest family and friends.”

A journey of love. Their love had already survived so much. From the moment their eyes had locked on an airfield in England, it had strengthened to withstand the tests of time. Their journey had taken them to the darkest corners of humanity the world had to offer. Had forced them to make difficult decisions in the name of survival. But all those decisions had led them here. All the darkness had led to this overwhelming light. Neither of them would change a thing.

A journey of understanding. They had come together and been torn apart and brought back together. And every stage had led them to becoming a new version of the person they had fallen in love with. They worked hard each and every single day to understand who was sitting across from them. Who was looking at them through the mirror. They had been off kilter for a little while but would always find their balance. 

A journey of perseverance. This was the easiest for them to feel when they looked at each other. They were both stubborn. Bull-headed in their pursuit of survival and a life after war. Aggressively unable to give up on each other. Relentlessly devoted to the forever that they had promised each other. 

“...and dedication to one another that lasts through time. As we stand here today to mark this occasion, we remember that what matters most is not the ceremony itself, but the love and companionship you will continue to share throughout your married life together.” John squeezed her hands. “There are no vows more meaningful and powerful than those which will be shared here today. Your wedding vows are a sacred declaration of your love for each other, the foundation of your relationship as a married couple, and the life you want to build together.” Cass thanked her sister as she handed her the piece of paper her vows were on, turning back to face John and letting his gaze give her the strength to lay bare her emotions.

“John, my blue sky, my love. From the moment I saw you, I couldn’t shake you. You were the first person in a long time to see me. To see all my faults and jagged edges and not to look away but to meet them like a perfect puzzle piece. Where I am weak, you are strong and you have spent everyday making me feel loved and safe and happy in ways words cannot capture.” John used his thumb to wipe a tear from her face and stroked his knuckles up and down her cheek for good measure. “I wouldn’t trade a single moment with you for anything in the world. Even the tough ones, even the painful ones, even the ones where I thought I was going to lose you. Because we’ve already proven our love can face anything and come out stronger on the other side. That forever will only be the beginning for us. And doing life with you, John Egan, will be the honor of my life.” Cass dabbed at the tears under her eyes, John knocking his forehead against hers.

“That was so beautiful, baby. I love you so much and-”

“Major Egan, you could just say your vows.” Gale smiled. Finally someone was getting a taste of what he had dealt with. He handed John the piece of paper and sent a wink in Marge’s direction. John looked down at the paper and swallowed before handing it back to Gale.

“Bucky-”

“I’d rather just tell you, Cass, how I feel in this exact moment because I have never been more in love with you.” She giggled as he held both her hands and locked his baby blues onto her eyes. “I fall more and more in love with you every second that I am with you. You are the reason I survived everything we went through, my love. The reason I made it through to the other side was because I knew that was where a future with you was waiting for me. You had this flyboy dreaming of growing roots from the moment I saw you. From the moment I saw you at a pub with your nose buried in a book, I knew I was done for. I knew you were going to challenge me and make me work to earn your love and it was so worth it, Cass, is still so worth it. We are going to build the most amazing life together, our own little solar system, and I will fight for you and our future every day, Cass. I promise.”

“And you’ve never broken a promise,” she whispered as the tears flowed freely down her face. 

“I don’t plan on starting now, Spook…Can I kiss her yet, Father?” A gentle laugh rippled throughout the crowd around the tears they were wiping away.

“Soon, Major. Repeat after me.”

“I, John Clarence Egan, take you Cassandra Ann Egan to be my wedded wife.”

“I, Cassandra Ann Egan, take you John Clarence Egan, to be my wedded husband.”

“I promise to stand by your side through good times and bad times…”

“...for richer or poorer…”

“...in sickness and in health.”

“I vow to stay true to you and love you…”

“...unconditionally for the rest of my days.” They both finished with a smile, drifting closer and closer to each other as the words wrapped around them. There was no daylight between their torsos as she threaded her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and he locked his fingers at the small of her back.

“Do you, John Clarence Egan, take this woman to be your wedded wife?”

“I do,” he said just to her, his blue eyes molten pool of crystalline love.

“Do, Cassandra Ann Cooper, take this man to be your wedded husband?”

“I do,” her heart skipping a beat as John licked his lips. 

“It is now time for you to exchange rings. Your rings symbolize the eternal commitment that you make to each other, and the never ending circle of your love. May these rings always remind you of the commitment you are making here today.” Gale handed each of them a ring, John taking Cass’ left hand tenderly. 

“I, John Clarence Egan, give you, Cassandra Ann Egan, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you.” The silver band fit perfectly on her finger, John swiping his thumb over it a few times to ensure it was real. That after everything they had been through, the two of them were right where they had always wanted to be.

“I, Cassandra Ann Egan, give you, John Clarence Egan, this ring as a symbol of my love and commitment to you.” The band looked at home on his hand. Like he was always meant to be claimed as hers. 

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may-” He wasn’t able to get the word out as their noses bumped together in the urgency to connect their lips. Cheers erupted from the guests and he held her tighter and tighter and tighter against his body and she slipped her tongue into his mouth, John groaning with ecstasy. “It is with great honor that I present you Mr. and Mrs. John Egan!” Cass giggled as John dipped her triumphantly, his lips pressed to the side of her head as they faced the adoring mass in front of them. Her one hand was gripped tightly by his, the other holding her skirt, as they made their way back to the doors that led inside. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, congratulations! We have the reception area-”

“I think I need to change out of my dress, first,” Cass said to the woman but looking at John. Her fingers were already loosening his tie. “Would you like to help me, Mr. Egan?” He nodded wordlessly, catching her chin between his thumb and pointer finger. 

“Don’t wait for us to start the party, ma’am. I’m going to take my time with my wife.” 

----

The door to her suite slammed shut behind them and he was on her in an instant. They couldn’t help but laugh into each other’s lips as their noses collided, and her hair was falling out of its style and his hat landed on the ground. 

“You make me so happy,” she whispered as her fingers carded through his curls, tossed his tie to the side and slowly began to undo the buttons of his jacket. “I love you so much, John Egan. Just the way you are.” John brought his hands, delicately, to the diamond headband in her hair, lifting gently and placing it on the table by the door. 

“There was a time I would have done anything to hear you say those words.” She whined as he kissed her once then pulled away. Cass pushed his jacket off his shoulders. “I thought, after I heard them for the first time, that feeling would go away. I’d still do anything just to hear you say you love me.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you. I love you.” Her arm hooked around his neck and dragged him down to her lips, his hand fumbling to free her hair from the confines of her veil and pins. 

“If I can’t get your hair out of this riddle…” Her kisses were doing nothing to help his concentration. And her hands on his belt buckle were doing even less.

“You haven’t even seen the complex feminine garments that are under this dress yet,” she teased. 

“Cass, I’ll just fucking rip it off of you if you aren’t careful.” She reached her hand towards her hair, pulling one pin for it to cascade around her shoulders in bountiful waves. “How in God’s name…”

“You were going to get started on the buttons of my dress, Major?” 

Thankfully, he was able to compose himself long enough to undo them without tearing the lace of her dress. The release of her corset and stockings allowed her to take a full breath and John lifted her into his arms, her legs around his waist and her chest between his lips. 

“So, so beautiful,” he muttered in a daze as he laid her on the bed. “And all mine.” 

“Let me see what’s all mine,” she breathed as she sat up and kissed down his chest, his fingers undoing the buttons of his dress shirt as quickly as he could possibly manage. She paid extra to kiss exactly where his heart would be. “This right here is the part I’m most honored to have.” She pressed her hand flat and he placed his on top. 

“It’s all yours. Every last beat.” 

Their kisses were sloppy and impatient as they were both fully bare, John crawling to hover over her and kissing a long line down, down, down. He kissed her clit softly, her fingers threading into his curls instantly. He moved oh so slowly and oh so softly and with direct intention behind every flick of his tongue and curl of his finger inside of her. “All mine,” he repeated. 

“All yours, John,” she panted. Her hips lifted ever so slightly off the bed, his forearm pressing them back down into the mattress with force. 

“You’re so pretty when you cum for me.” Two of his fingers curled against the spot that made her muscles quiver. “That’s my girl.” Cass propped herself onto her elbows to look him in the eye, exactly the way she knew he liked, as his thumb pressed against her clit in the same rhythm as his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, John. Faster.” He obliged. Watched in wonder as her moan caught in her throat and her chest blossomed with the flush of her orgasm. Her hips squirmed as she came back to reality but his fingers weren’t stopping. 

“Want you to make a mess for me, baby.” Ever since he had first learned he could coax arousal from her in such a way, he had been focused on working it out of her again. “Think you could do that for me?”

“Yes, Johnny.” His fingers went deeper and faster and curled against the front of her with a sense of purpose only she would be able to inspire in him. Her hands gripped at her breasts as she moaned. 

“Good girl. Just let yourself go, baby.” She gasped as her hips bucked again, John could hear the change in his fingers pumping in and out of her. Cass was so close he could taste it. When her nails scratched at his scalp and her back arched and her toes curled, he spread her thighs even wider latched his mouth onto her. It was like drinking nectar straight from the source. She writhed against his tongue as he lapped at every drop, John’s own hips seeking friction by rutting against the matress. 

He looked absolutely sinful. Chin coated in her cum. A curl hanging down his forehead. Kissing at the inside of her thigh to make sure he didn’t miss a drop. 

“John…” She was practically out of breath as he stroked her clit one more time just to watch the way her stimulated body reacted to his touch. 

“You soaked the sheets baby. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Need you inside me,” she whimpered as John stood, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Need my husband to fuck me.” 

“My wife needs my cock?” he asked rhetorically. She nodded, trying to move her hips forward to close the gap. He tapped her with the head of his length before teasing up and down her slit to gather her wetness. He saw stars as he pushed into her. She welcomed as much of him as physically possible, her brow furrowed and mouth agape as she watched him rock in and out of her gently. “Cass.” His hand reached to wrap around her throat as he picked up his pace. A moan escaping her lips in time with his thrusts. 

“Cum inside me, John.” He almost lost his focus at her words. They had been so careful since getting back. Not wanting a child to complicate the things they had been working through. But maybe now that all of that was behind them…

“You mean that?” He needed to be sure, his hips quickening with a mind of their own. 

“I’m cert- oh, right there.” She grabbed his wrist as he hit a particularly sweet spot deep inside of her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. “Oh, Johnny, I’m so close.” Her own hand reached between them and began to work tight circles around her clit. John loved watching her touch herself. Had a habit of sitting behind her in a mirror and talking her through exactly how he wanted her to do it. 

His hip snapped quicker, the sounds of skin on skin and her sweet moans echoing through the room. “Get there with me, Cass, come on baby.” She knew how many thrusts away he was based on the way his forehead creased and his moans sounded strangled and he would always seek out a kiss from her. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted as he stilled and she felt a warmth filling inside her that she hadn’t experienced before. He gripped her hips and pulled her forward, burying himself inside of her to the hilt. Her breath caught in her throat with a squeak as her whole body went stiff before it was shocked back to life by her orgasm. Her moan was the sweetest song as it caressed his ears, his chest heaving as he looked where their bodies were connected. 

“Going to need to do that a couple more times before dinner,” he said, “Just to make sure I’ve gotten the hang of it.” A knock at the door broke their trance.

“We’re busy,” Cass called out lazily as John moved to drop his forearms on either side of her head. He kissed the side of her neck and she craned it to offer him more skin to love on.

“Mr. and Mrs. Egan, we’ve delayed your arrival as much as we can.” There was a very specific balance of timing for such an affair. The first dance and the dance with her father and his mother had to be cadenced perfectly with the toasts and the dinner. Not to mention the five tiered wedding cake and not to mention they had a ship that would be waiting in the morning to take them to their honeymoon. If they were any later, everything could be derailed. She knocked again.

“I am a little hungry,” Cass noted, her thumb smoothing over the crease in the middle of his forehead. “And you did promise you’d sing Blue Skies for me tonight.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She nodded. “Guess we better get you all cleaned up then.”

----

There was an empty chair at the head table the whole night because Cass refused to leave her husband’s lap. No one was surprised that they were late. That Cass’ hair was no longer in the elaborate style she had had previously. Both of their sisters certainly noticed the way her knees buckled and John tightened his arm around her waist. Gale and Marge recognizing the shade of lipstick peeking out from just underneath John’s collar. 

“And now the best man, Gale Cleven, has a few words for the lovely couple.” John whistled as Buck made his way to the microphone, Cass kissing his cheek until he got the hint and turned to kiss her.

“If any of you are new to the John and Cass solar system, I can say with authority they are like this all the time.” The crowd laughed and John raised his glass before taking a sip, Cass burying her face in his neck. “I’ve spent a lot of time with John Egan. Known him from the moment he put on that uniform, making the choice to serve his country. He is a natural pilot. A natural leader. It’s natural for him to love others but hard for him to accept their love in return.” 

“I think he’s trying to make you cry,” Cass whispered. 

“He might.” 

“When I was writing this speech, I was having trouble finding the words to describe the love these two have for each other. The love that never waivered, even on the darkest of nights. And that is because of two things. Firstly, Cass is his compass, his North Star. She guides him home. To safety, to her. To comfort and to love. In return, John chases away the shadows of the night and brings her a Blue Sky. His favorite song, that fact she stuck around after hearing his rendition should tell you all you need to know, and his favorite sentiment. That the presence of someone you love is enough to chase away all your blue days.” Buck turned and faced two of the most important people in his life. Those responsible for his survival in Germany. Who he would never be able to thank enough for getting him home to Marge. “You two gave me the strength to keep fighting. The strength to make it home to my wife. Because you two gave me the courage to believe in destiny and fate and the notion that our souls can find their other half.” 

Cass used her napkin to dab gently at the corner of her eyes, John’s hand squeezing where it rested on her knee. His eyes were focused on his friend with a look of pure love. The look of a man who had survived unspeakable horrors but had his anchor keeping him sane. One on that stage and the other in his arms.

“I love you, John. I don’t say it nearly enough,” she said with her lips pressed to his cheek. 

“Cass and John, I know you have the most incredible, love-filled days ahead of you and I cannot wait to watch the life you two build together because I know for a fact the world is a better place with your love in it. To my two favorite heathens.” Gale raised his glass, Cass blowing him a kiss and John tightly smiling and nodding in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. The flutes of champagne that were passed out went down in a single gulp, the band starting back up as Gale made his way back to the head table. 

“Gale, that was so beautiful. Thank you.” Cass untwined herself from John’s grasp to wrap Buck in a hug. “Here I was thinking you were sick of us and our antics.”

“I am sick of catching you two working on my future niece or nephew but will never tire of watching you two love each other.” Buck went to shake John’s hand but John pulled him in for a hug instead. 

“You got me through, Buck. Got me here with all these blessings,”John looked his friend in the eye, “I’ll never be able to repay that.”

“You repay me by loving your wife with all you got, every day.” Marge walked over to join them. “Hey, maybe you two even name your son after me!”

“Don’t count on it.”

----

The party showed no signs of dying down even a few hours later. Everyone was sufficiently drunk and full of cake. John had brought the house down when he sang just as Cass requested. She was giddy with her love for him.

“Get some fresh air with me?” she requested as he lifted her up and spun her around. 

“Lead the way, my love.” Cass dragged him out the door and a few yards away, dramatically dropping into the grass with a giggle and John followed suit. “Haven’t gotten to just look at the stars with you in awhile.” 

“We’ve been busy. I wouldn’t mind slowing down a little,” she murmured as her cheek rested over his heart.

“Me neither. A little time away is going to be nice.” A couple weeks on safari in Tanzania followed by a couple weeks on the beaches of Zanzibar. It sounded heavenly. 

“It’s going to be perfect.”

One year ago, they had finally escaped hell. It had taken all 365 days since to learn the new intricacies of the person lying with them. To learn their new scars. To love them as equally as the old ones. To convince each other they were safe and could let their guards down again and love each other with the same reckless abandon they had back in England. They had found their way back to each other. Found their way back into the perfect synchronous dance they had mastered. Found their way permanently nestled in each other’s hearts. No longer two separate people but a union. Two halves of a whole locked into a willing embrace for the rest of time. 

They had each other. And not a worry on the horizon.

[porgthespacepenguin]

heyy! i’m sending this ask cus i was keeping up with your newts fanfic. i dont read fanfiction a lot nowadays but what a fun read it was!! i loved how you interpreted all the shows little implications, it created such an interesting fleshed out story.

anyway, this ask is mostly because i was listening to all night forever by twrp and it reminded me of your fanfic! something about the lyrics, you can take a look for yourself. have a good easter, lad :o]

Friend, you weren't kidding about those lyrics! They do indeed fit NEWTS extremely well. I'm in awe. *Adds to their playlist*

And thank you for the kind words!!! We writers crave every little bit of feedback 😂🫣😍

I have (a lot) more Qcard fics for you to read, if you're so inclined. I'd recommend The Fated Sky if you're in the mood for more symbolism and healing from trauma, or The North Star if you want a longer series -- it's basically TNG season 8, with Qcard.

for pure filth just go straight (eh!) to King Walk

Cheers!

[grandhotelabyss]

Lol, could you share more takes on that "pun pun" manga? I remember like two years ago on youtube all the marketeer "youtubers" started pushing it as some piece of art, never checked it out but it allwasy gave of bad vibes to me lol

Wrote about it here. There's definitely a lot of hype, but I think it's pretty organic. I started hearing about Punpun through word of mouth a couple of years before the official translations were published by Viz. I address the "bad vibes" question in my brief piece. I think it has to do with Asano's intense manipulation of manga's customary confusion of cuteness and eros, which he further embeds in a densely realist representational frame, so that the whole thing is like a hyperreal and deeply unwholesome nightmare, though one largely bereft of incident save the few shocking moments everyone knows about. (An analysis of Zoomer sex negativism that doesn't account for that generation's mangafied erotic bildung is surely incomplete.)

I'm going to answer a few other "asks" in a scattershot manner under this one to clear the archive:

—I've never seen Porco Rosso (I'm actually sort of ambivalent about Miyazaki, heretical as it seems—isn't it just a little bit too sweet and kind and gentle? and doesn't this imply the kind of hidden perversions you mention, anon?—but I do need to watch more of his work)

—I agree that "knowledge of tradition" has decayed into TVTropification and "Easter eggs" and the like, but the problem is not the fact of allusions or archetypes—these are unavoidable—it's the shallowness of the symbols now in use and their mechanical application and combination

—I've never heard of "Common Filth" nor did I end up writing about Benedict Cryptofash beyond what I've said here (the problem in getting inspired is that I don't care about Marxism, and also he seems like an unpleasant character)

[bluesunsdusk]

"-- Najma, please. I am fine." Siebren insists gruffly from where he's curled up in his large bed, the pressure on his body leaving him irritable and easily agitated-- but he doesn't take it out on them; Najma has always been far too delicate with Sigma in particular, in addition to himself, to warrant treating them like the other filth within Talon. "-- It's the anomaly. It will subside... eventually."

"Ah. Alright. I will..." Najma's crests lower slowly. "I will trust you." With a small nod, they added, "You know how this works better than I ever could, after all."

Well, while Talon deemed a neural link with this subject highly unwise, at least. No was sure what would happen if they ever attempted one. There were two disparate personalities and quantum fuckery at play, so they really couldn't blame anyone for being prudent regarding this matter. Even being linked with an omnic was different enough to be notable and require some time to get used to. Najma's mind was adaptive, but they didn't know how adaptive. No one could tell what would happen here.

"There were some spare Easter sweets in the cafeteria. I thought you may enjoy them," they stated, moving one hand to the side of their thigh plating. The circular section of it turned and a panel opened, revealing a compartment within the plating, which housed several items. Some were clipped into the side, such as what looked like an EpiPen. Among the items was a plastic bag with small egg-shaped things inside it. Najma gestured lightly to it before taking it out by the tips of their fingers and holding it out for Siebren to see.

"I was informed the ones that remain are primarily milk chocolate, which is surprising, considering the most polarized opinions are of white and dark chocolate," they noted. "Many people see milk as an acceptable alternative to either. Though, I suppose, manufacturers would take that into accou-"

They stopped talking, considering that maybe they were getting a tad bit too wordy for a man who isn't feeling his best.

"Apologies. I spoke too much."

Their free hand rested under the bag like they were using it to further emphasize that they were, in fact, displaying this bag of candy.

"Considering the intricate patterns of the foil, I am led to believe these have fillings."

[plainlo-inthemorning]

A little bit of shameless self-promotion here as I noticed last night that ALL the links on my masterlist had vanished.

No idea how or when it happened (maybe tumblr finally had enough of the filth), but since I’ve been referring to the list in all my fics without knowing I was linking to an empty post, I’m giving it a re-run.

Happy Midnight Mass holiday everybody! 🌞

Personal faves: The Night John Tyler Met The Huntress, The Night Father Paul Went Shopping for Slim Fit Jeans.

Let me know in the comments if you want to be put on a tag list for either Hamish characters or Lokane:)

Father Paul / Midnight Mass (Hamish Linklater)

All shameless priest smut.

The Night Father Paul Removed His Collar

The Night Father Paul Let You Sit On His Lap

The Night Father Paul Went Shopping For Slim Fit Jeans

The Night Father Paul Got Tied Up (sequel to Slim Fit Jeans)

Father Paul: A Dirty Bedtime Story (drabble)

John Tyler / Tell Me Your Secrets (Hamish Linklater)

The Night John Tyler Met the Huntress (smut, noncon stuff)

Baby, It's Cold Outside (something...else)

Dr. Jim Ellis / The Stand (Hamish Linklater)

The Night Dr. Jim Ellis Got a New Patient (smut)

Specials (Hamish Linklater)

The Night … You Let The Right John In (smut, noncon stuff)

Lokane

Shine a Light (multi-chapter 6/7, n/smut)

Day 11: Out of Beans (drabble, orig. from multichapter fic, n/smut)

Day 19: King of the World (same as above)

Thank you for reading! Likes warm my heart, comments and reblogs make my world go round 🖤

You can also find all my fics on AO3 here

[peakyscillian]

Cillian Masterlist

Cillian Requests CLOSED

Please read Warning on my Main Masterlist.

Nearly all of my storys contain smut.

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Cillian : One Shots

Date Night - Boyfriend!Cillian

Birthday Boy - Husband!Cillian Birthday Morning Treat. 🖤

Comfort - It's the end of Peaky Blinders & Cillian is feeling lost.

Magic - The worse period pains of your life so far? Soft!Cillian can help.🤍

Break - Based off writing prompts, Cillian & Y/N break up. 🤍

Unexpected - Everything that's worthwhile comes unexpectedly. 🖤🤍

Away - Cillian is living in Manchester for PB filming & that results in cute Skype calls. 🤍

Practice - Cillian needs help with a tricky scene. 🖤🤍

Hitched - It's your wedding day & Cillian finally gets to see your dress.(R)

Unwrap - Bad day? Cillian can help you. 🖤🤍 Public - Teasing you in public, Cillian ultimate fantasy. 🖤🤍 Heat - It’s too hot to sleep piled together in a bed.

Backseat - Expanded on my NSFW alphabet wild card. 🖤 When I kissed the teacher - Cillian has a fantasy 🖤🤍 Storm - Fluffy!Cillian x Reader. Needy - maybe you’re just a tiny bit needy.🖤🤍 Scars to your beautiful - an Angsty Cillian One Shot🤍 I miss you - Cillian needs to prove he only has eyes for you. 🖤🤍 Surprise - No plot just smut 🖤 Normal - Sometimes Cillian gets to lead a normal life.🖤🤍 Six Months - It's been a long six months for Cillian 🖤🤍 It's My Birthday - Birthday fic for @janelongxox 🖤 Solo - Cillian needs some alone time 🖤

Spice - Twenty years of marriage, maybe things need spicing up. 🖤🤍

Rebel - Cillian is trying to get his teenage daughter to like him again 🖤

Man Like You - Is Reader too young for a man like Cillian? 🖤🤍

Love Affair - Cillian and Reader fell in-love on set, can they keep it a secret on the red carpet.🖤🤍 First - There's a first time for everything.🖤 Fright - Why did you decide to say yes to Cillian when he suggested watching a horror movie? 🖤🤍 Explosive - Sometimes you just can’t wait. 🖤 From The Start - Christmas is the perfect time to tell someone how you’ve felt from the start. 🖤🤍 This Christmas - Starting new traditions this Christmas. Drifting - You and Cillian have been drifting apart lately. Part One | Part Two 🖤🤍 Caught - Mutually checking each other out - can only lead to one thing, right? 🖤🤍 Anxious Darling - Sometimes you just can’t shake the anxiety 🤍

Valentines - Cillian doesn’t believe in Valentines Day, but y/n is determined to make him see sense! 🖤

Easter - Easter with the family. Hungover - The morning after one too many drinks. 🖤🤍 Birthday - Just a filthy one shot for our mans birthday. 🖤

Match - The perfect match.

Babymoon - Cillian just can’t get enough of Y/N being pregnant. 🖤🤍 Daddy's Home - Cillian’s been away filming for months, finally he’s home.🤍 Proposal - Cillian is finally popping the question. 🤍 Sharing - “Because we drank too much last night” 🖤🤍 Part One | Two Medicine - Cillian and family time is the best medicine

Pink - Cillian arrives home early from filming.🖤🤍

Canvas - Reader has an idea, Cillian is definitely on-board.🖤🤍 Merry Christmas, Baby - The christmas party ends with an early christmas gift.🖤

Relax - Cillian knows how to make you relax 🖤🤍 Perfect Valentine - Cillian does something he really doesn’t want to do, so reader gives him something he really likes.🖤🤍 Quickie - A short smutty One Shot 🖤 Award Winning - Cillian actually leaves the house, Cillian’s not winning any awards for his acting but maybe for other things? 🖤

Kiss Me At Midnight - Everyone needs a kiss at midnight 🖤

Cillian : Drabbles

Thighs - Filth from my mind 🖤 Hands - More flith from my mind 🖤 Moving in - A little drabble requested 🖤🤍 Cringe - A drabble 🤍 Back - A little Cillian drabble 🤍 Rain - rainy days in with Cillian & your dogs 🤍 Guest - Wedding Guest Cillian Thirst - Reader introduces Cillian to thirst tweets about him 🖤🤍 Snack - Cillian just wants to eat! 🖤🤍 WAP - Cillian hears that song for the first time 🖤🤍

Morning - Cillian smutty drabble 🖤

Ready - Writing prompt ‘tying your lovers tie’ 🤍 But..what is a dilf? 🤍 Sweethearts - Young Cillian x Reader. 🤍 Selfish - Secretly dating Prompt, for Alex 🤍

Cillian : Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet 🖤 Fluff Alphabet POV: Cillian is your boyfriend this is your camera roll: Part One | Part Two | Part Three 🤍 Memes: Cillian is your boyfriend/husband you send him these memes 🤍

Cillian : Mini-Series/Series

The Date Series : Fem!Reader is set up on a blind date, follow the dates that happen after said blind date. (This will be an on-going series) Masterlist Adored: Cillian Murphy, Movie Star and Sugar Daddy. 🤍 ✨Twenty Five/Twenty Five (Completed) 15.09✨ Masterlist Bend The Rules: Cillian is unhappily married, to someone who doesn’t care about him, surely he can bend the rules? Masterlist ✨Fourteen/Fourteen (Completed) 24.04✨

But a number: Fem!Reader is a young actress but has done a lot with her time in the spotlight, shes also engaged to Cillian Murphy after meeting on set of a movie two years ago, Cillian however is 19 years older than Reader, this mini-series will follow how they handle the age gap, the press and close friends & families. 🖤🤍 ✨Four/Four Completed 17.06✨ Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Family Series: One Day - A day on set, Cillian gets thinking. 🖤🤍 Day Off - Part Two of One Day. 🖤🤍 Oh, Baby - Why isn’t giving birth a mans job? ✨Three/Three Completed ✨

Treat you better: You’re cast as Tommy’s new love interest in Peaky Blinders, meaning you have to do all kinds of scenes with Cillian who you know well from the movie/tv circuit, your boyfriend who isn’t supportive is jealous. 🖤 ✨Four/Four Completed✨ One Two Three Four

Cillian : On hold Stories.

Last year: It's the annual Peaky Blinders Cast New Year getaway, but this year Willow would rather not be there. 🖤 ✨ON HOLD 05/04✨ Part One 02/01 Part Two (S) 06/01

What You're Missing: Reader & Cillian have been so busy, spending time together hasn’t happened, Reader needs to show Cillian just what he’s missing over the course of a week.🖤 Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Part 4 of my Accidentally on Purpose series!

Soft Dark! Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: This chapter is mostly sex, with some angsty plot mixed it. There's toxic relationships and manipulation as well. Also car sex, and bedroom sex, and hallway sex, and shower sex, and mentions of consensual somnophilia, also i think creampie is definitely a kink now.

Summary: It's filth. These two are rabbits. Happy Easter.

LAST NIGHT:

You hover at the edge of the bed, tugging at your sleep shirt.

"I'm not sure about this." You mumble, looking at the tiny hole in your shirt near the hem.

Billy's lying in bed, looking over at you, the sheets tucked around his hips, his chest is bare though he assures you that he's wearing some type of boxers on his lower half. His tattoo looks delectable in the low lighting.

"What's not to be sure about?" He asks softly, "We're married in every sense of the word."

You raise your eyes to look at him, watching the corner of his mouth rise in encouragement, eyes falling to the dark inky swirls on his chest next.

He takes the opportunity under your eyes to stretch his arm. You watch, with a dry mouth as he extends his arm out, bicep flexing, the snake wrapped around his arm rippling before he tucks the arm behind his head. His hooded eyes fall on you expectantly.

You swallow.

"Come to bed, pretty wife, I ache without you next to me." He says with a flair of drama in his voice and you smile, returning his words with a roll of your eyes.

It's the first time you're sleeping next to him in his bed for sleeping's sake. No sex beforehand.

You lean forward, pressing your hands to the soft covers. Carefully, you peel them back and make your way into bed until you're under the sheets.

You look over at him in question when you notice that his eyes won't leave you.

"Closer, baby." He murmurs, and you feel the place at the apex of your thighs throb at the sound of his voice and you try your best to resist his allure.

You scooch your body closer, loving the way the cool sheets trace over your skin. His bed is leagues more comfortable that yours ever was.

You only move a little bit closer to him, looking up to gauge his reaction.

He suddenly surges toward you, and you gasp as he grabs either side of your hips and tug you into the spot right beside him. Your torso falls back on the bed from his persistent tugging and he takes the opportunity to hover over you.

You giggle when you catch his mischievous smile, he buries his head into your neck and wraps as much of his arms around you as possible.

"Goodnight." he says into your chest and your eyes widen with shock. Surely he didn't intend to sleep like this? With his body engulfing yours? Clutching onto you like you were just a large stuffed animal?

Cautiously, you raise a hand to the back of his head, pushing your fingers into his hair and circling his scalp with a bit of pressure.

He lets out a long groan of satisfaction, and you smile, bringing you other hand up to rub circles into his back.

You feel his body slowly begin to relax, like putty in your hands as you knead every inch of him you can get a hold of.

You love the way it feels to have him cling to you, and you look forward to the possibility that every night with him is going to be some version of this.

FOUR HOURS AGO:

"Y/N?" Someone calls from behind you.

You swivel in your desk chair to see your boss standing behind you with a curious look on his face.

"Hey!" You say excitedly with a smile, "First day back." Referring to the two week vacation you'd taken since your break up to now.

Your boss tilts her head curiously.

"Didn't you resign a week ago?" She asks.

"What?" You say, "Definitely not. Are you mixing me up with someone else?"

She gives you a tilt of her head, telling you not to move, she'll be right back.

You shrug and move to log in to your computer.

You frown when the computer won't accept your credentials.

You hear her footsteps come up behind you.

"Hey, did you guys update the system while I was gone?"

"Y/N, you don't work here anymore."

You turn back to her in shock. She's got a manilla folder in her hands.

"You resigned a week ago, and then, well- just between the two of us- you've been blacklisted as well."

"I've been what?" You say, getting to your feet and trying to look over at the folder in her hands. You definitely catch a peek at the words 'employment terminated' and 'blacklist' before she's shutting the folder in your face.

"I'm sorry, hon, but you no longer work here."

"But- but I- I didn't send in any resignation letter! This is a mistake!"

"Maybe there was a mix-up in corporate? Let me give them a call." She says, turning away and heading to her office. You move to follow but stop in your tracks as your cell phone vibrates.

When you see him calling. You realise exactly what's happening.

Your stomach burns with anger, clenching your jaw so hard you don't even bother to answer, declining the call and moving to your boss' office.

She's just hanging up the phone when you step in, ignoring any rules of knocking first in your rage.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, your resignation has already been accepted. You don't work here anymore."

"Is there anything I can do? Maybe re-apply for my job?"

She gives you a sad look, her eyebrows drawn together, a tilt of her head in apology.

"Corporate made it very clear that re-hiring wasn't an option."

Your stomach sinks.

"Can I- will you- a recommendation letter?"

She nods.

"Of course, I'll email it to you."

It only takes a step out of the building, with the small box of your belongings in hand to completely disorient you.

Your chin wobbles and your eyes are watery, caught up in your own world, you don't realise that someone is even addressing you.

"Mrs. Russo!" The voice calls louder and you stop in your tracks.

It's someone familiar that you've seen around Anvil, wearing a perfectly pressed suit and moving up to you in a rushed pace.

"I've been instructed to take you home, Mrs. Russo."

You look at the man for a long second, baffled by the audacity. You don't move or blink for a long moment, staring at the man, and he looks back with growing confusion.

Finally, you grit your teeth, shoving the box of belongings into his hands.

"Tell him to leave me alone." You say evenly, turning and walking away, ignoring any further calls.

You don't know where you're heading, but you're just trying to get as far away as possible. Lost and confused, drowning in an ocean of your own thoughts and unable to process any of them.

How could he have done this to you? How easily? Taken everything you had- your apartment? Gone. Your body? Claimed. Your job?

At his mercy.

That's what you were now.

An object for him to toy with for however long he wanted- or however short-

And then he'd probably discard you when he grew weary of you.

Just like Dominic had done.

The air leaves you in a rush with that final thought, and you have to sit with the dizziness overwhelming you.

At least when Nic left, he'd only taken a bit of your pride and self confidence. When Billy leaves? He'd take your life with him.

And then the tears come.

Because what else can you do? What other choices do you have?

Your hands cover your face and you try to be as quiet and as still as possible as you sob. Your shoulders tremble, your mouth aches with the urge to scream.

People pass by occasionally, but if they think something is amiss, they don't act on it. You're grateful for that. Glad that the city barely cares about one weeping girl on a park bench.

You don't cry for too long, your body shuts down after a few minutes and you're left sniffling and lethargic.

You barely pay attention when footsteps stop in front of you.

But you jerk in fright when the bench gives a little wobble, and you realise someone has taken a seat beside you.

You take a look over to find him there. Your husband, in his perfectly pressed suit and coat, sitting beside you.

You look away, scraping at your face to wipe the tears away and completely forgetting about the makeup you'd taken your time to apply earlier that morning.

Billy shifts, and your heart beats faster when a hand enters your vision, a navy handkerchief in his palm as a peace offering.

You almost want to shove his hand away, tell him that you don't want anything from him, but the mucus beginning to slip past your nose motivates you into taking the fabric from him without a word.

"What gives you the right?" You ask him, while mopping up the mess of tears on your face.

"I thought you might have appreciated not having to work anymore- I make enough money for the both of us."

"What is this? The sixties? Maybe I liked working, maybe I liked helping people. You never even asked."

A long pause.

"You're right." He finally admits, though the words sound sour leaving his tongue, "I'm sorry."

You don't say anything, because you're still angry, still considering finding a way to leave him, take what's left and maybe disappear.

"What if I can offer you something better?" He says, slowly, in contemplative thought.

"I don't want your pity." You grumble, ready to get up and walk away from him for good.

"Not pity. And you'd be helping a lot more people than you are now?"

You sigh, shaking your head.

"You can't just-"

"-Take control of my charities."

You blink, finally turning to look at him.

"What?" You ask.

The takes a breath.

"Every year, a percentage of my budget goes into a charitable organisation. Something at random because I usually don't have enough time to do any proper research." He reaches forward slowly to sweep away some of the strands of your hair that have glued themselves to your face. He catches some of the strands, pressing them between his fingers.

"Would you like to take over that side of things for me? Choose charities that you think would benefit most from the help?"

You've lost the ability to speak.

"I- " you start to say, but the words die in your throat.

"Think about it. I need someone I can trust and you're the only person that comes to mind."

He leans forward, and you watch him kiss the strands of your hair wrapped in his fingers, his face unbelievably close to yours.

"You'd do a lot more good here, than you've done before. Let me know by the end of the week what you decide."

You look at him now, feeling some type of calm settling over you, but not quite calm enough yet.

"You've taken all of my options away from me. What am I supposed to do when you get tired of me and leave?"

A twitch of his mouth, the raise of his eyebrows, as if he understands your sentiment better than anyone else.

"Oh, my pretty wife," he says with a sigh, sliding closer to you and pressing his body against your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your hair.

"I'm not leaving you. Not ever. That's why I put that pretty ring on your finger."

He places a kiss to your cheek. The ring in question feels warmer on your hand.

"Come," he says decisively, getting to his feet and extending a hand out to you. "Let's go home, I'll even let you ride me in the car."

You stare at his outstretched hand for a long moment, weighing your options.

"Un-less you don't want to?" He asks, and you watch his fingers curl away from you, moving back to his side slowly.

You reach out to grab his wrist, before it reaches his side.

Your palm slides into his easily, and you watch his thumb caress the skin on the back of your hand.

It feels too right to be wrong. It calms you too much, to be something you don't want.

"I'm still mad at you," You say, with your voice barely above a hush, raising your head to meet his stormy eyes, "but sure, I'll ride you in the car."

A single blink, and you watch the worry in his eyes fade, replaced with delight as he pulls you up with a laugh.

"You can be how mad you want, Mrs. Russo... just don't ever leave me." You feel his warm breath in your ear, followed by a kiss to your cheek.

ONE HOUR AGO:

His lips are on your bare shoulder, kissing and muffling his moans there, while you ride him slowly in the backseat of his car.

"So good baby." He says, voice sounding rough and barely contained. You can only moan in response, only able to focus on his cock, as it slides against every spot you need it to.

His hands push the fabric of your pencil skirt higher so that he can grip your ass firmly.

His short nails scrape along the curve of your behind, pulling you onto his cock until you sheathe him fully.

"Right where I belong." He murmurs, before your hips are undulating once more.

"Billy- ahh," you gasp, head falling back as his mouth resumes its feverish work on your shoulder.

You're both just dishevelled enough, just pent up enough that your orgasm is just a few perfect thrusts away and you're grateful that all Billy deals with- is perfection.

You cup his cheeks, tilting his head up so that you can look at the face that makes gods envious. His eyes are dark, and you can't discern the pupil from the iris, lowering your head to meld your lips to his.

Your stomach flutters as your tongue slides along his, your orgasm imminent.

His hands are still guiding your hips, and when you tighten around him, he knows you're close.

Your mouths are too busy on each other, drinking in each kiss to say anything. The only warning you can give him is a squeeze of his shoulder before your orgasm seizes control of your body.

You tremble when you come, the bliss filling your head and making you float. Your fingers sift into the silky strands of his hair to pull them tight while you muffle your moan in his mouth.

His forearms wrap around you, pulling you taut to his body so that there's no space between you.

You feel so connected to him, in a way you've never felt before, like he's the centerpoint of your universe and spinning around him makes you dizzy.

You pull away from his mouth to gasp air, your lips still connected by a thinning sliver of saliva. He's still hard and pressed inside you, and you can feel him, with each beat your heart makes.

"Not even close to finished with you, little wife." He murmurs, pressing his hot forehead to yours.

You smile, tiling your head up to kiss the tip of his nose.

NOW:

He leans over you to grab the headboard, you keep a firm grip on his shoulders, sinking your nails into his skin to hear him groan loudly above you. His hips meeting yours in frenzied thrusts.

He begins to lose his rhythm, pistoning into you at an uneven pace.

"Where do you want me?" He says with a grunt, muscles flexing as he hovers over his end point.

"Where you- ahhhh- where you belong." You say into his tattoo, struggling to choose between pleasure and air.

He groans.

"Gonna come so deep in you that it takes fucking days to get me out."

"Yes, please." You say desperately, and though you've come so many times already, you think watching him come undone is going to do the same to you.

He squeezes his eyes shut, burying his head in your neck and his loud moan tips you over.

You cry out, coming with him, feeling him so impossibly deep inside you, feeling him throb as he empties himself inside you.

Like every time before, you have this primal urge to wish it would take, even though you're on birth control, a small part of you yearns to give your new husband a baby.

His skin is hot, and you feel his back shudder with the strength of his breathing, he trembles as he slips out of you, and crashes into the spot beside you.

His hand grips yours, pulling it up to his mouth so that he can lay kisses over your fingers, and then it's not enough for him, he can't help kissing his way up your arm, until he's at your shoulder.

He lets out a long sigh, burying his face into your neck and staying still for a long moment.

"I'm sorry," he says between heaving breaths.

You raise your head a little to look at him from a comfortable angle.

"Maybe I should have asked you about your job before I.... did that."

"Yeah," you sigh, "You should have. You barely know me."

He smiles, "I guess we should work on that." He turns to you excitedly.

"Go on a date with me?"

You lean forward to place a kiss on his cheek but he turns his head and you give him a soft kiss on his lips instead.

"Yes." Is your answer.

FOUR DAYS LATER:

You're trying to keep your composure, but you're seconds away from falling apart. You knew he could tell that something was off, you were trying to act as normal as you could under the circumstances. You just had to make it home, make it to your office, and the nice enclosed space that you could lock him out of.

He'd taken you to a work dinner to introduce you to his colleagues. It was all too much, starting with the outrageously expensive dress that he'd gotten you the day before. You'd smiled and accepted it, beautiful and shimmering, but not exactly your preferred style. As if he'd asked for the most expensive dress and hadn't considered what you might have liked.

The dress, you could manage.

The way everyone's smiles had frozen on their faces when he'd introduced you as his wife, making quick judgement of you was harder to navigate.

And the judgement was less than favourable.

No one would say anything to your face, but you could see it. In the glances between each other, in the way you knew that no one was genuinely interested in what you had to say.

And when you'd been forced to explain that you weren't currently employed, some of the wives had nodded like it had made perfect sense.

In everyone's eyes, there was just one word being thrown around.

It made you want to scream.

The bathroom was the worst part. When one of the wives had told you that she thought you just started showing.

Confused, you'd asked kindly for clarification.

"You start showing at three months right?"

You'd simply blinked in shock.

Explaining that you weren't pregnant, and that bumps show around five months took every ounce of self control you possessed.

When she'd simply smiled and shrugged when walking out, you were left staring at your tummy in betrayal, feeling absolutely disliked by these people.

Getting home was a blessing, you beelined for your office, unwilling to meet his eye, or let him touch you. Even when he brushed his hand against yours in the elevator, you'd found a way to adjust your hair casually to avoid him.

The door closes shut behind you, and you lock it. Closing your eyes, remaining pressed against the cool wooden door.

You hoped he would ignore you, hoped he would carry on with his nighttime routine and not think about you at all.

It was too much to hope for, and you stiffen when the door shakes just a few minutes later.

He calls your name in confusion.

"Is everything okay?" He asks.

You didn't know what to say, and suddenly you were pacing, moving back and forth, deciding to shed your shoes along the way. On one hand, you could lie to him, tell him everything is fine and go to sleep beside him and feel like you were some weak version of yourself.

Or, you could say something. Tell him that when he said he wanted to get to know you, you didn't think so many pregnancy accusations would be involved.

You pause your nervous moment, and close your eyes, summoning the courage to be honest.

"I hated every minute of that, Billy." You say, from behind your locked office door.

"What?" You hear him say, watching the handle of the door jiggle as he dries to open the door, "What happened? Let me in and we can talk about it."

You sigh angrily, continuing to pace in front of the door.

"Everyone was judging me! When you first introduced me, all their eyes moved down to my stomach, assuming I was pregnant!"

"Let me in, baby, please?"

"One of their wives even asked me how I managed to trap you!" You say with an angry huff as if he hadn't spoken, and you remember her quasi-inquisitive face as she implied that you'd slept your way to the top. Her face, pinched with a hint of disgust when she said she didn't think Billy was 'the kind of guy to fall for that'.

You grunt in anger again.

"Is that what people think of me? That I'm some kind of golddigger that seduced you or trapped you in this marriage with a pregnancy? That I'm the bad guy?"

You lean against the door with your face in your hands.

"I thought you'd like it." You hear him murmur through the thick wooden door.

You shake your head, deep in thought.

"It was too much, too fast. Rich people throwing around their money and judging others for no good reason and it was exhausting." You take a breath, tilting your head back so that it makes a small thump against the door.

"I barely had a chance to figure out who I am with you, and you throw me to the sharks. And these people weren't even your close friends, just business associates." You sigh in exasperation, feeling the angry energy leave you after being able to get it out.

The silence sits between you for a long moment, and you think he's probably walked away and decided to get a wife that actually flourishes in opulent and uncomfortable situations.

But when he speaks, you realise he's even closer to the door than he was before.

"I know it's stupid, but I thought you'd like it. I thought you'd appreciate seeing all that money being passed around and understand all the things I can give you. That you'd see some use in me."

Your eyebrows crunch together, you open your mouth to argue, but he continues speaking.

"No one's ever really.... picked me before. I think.... the first time I was ever really picked was when I became Lieutenant, and even then, it was for my skill with a gun. So I guess I thought I had to prove I was worth it to you... or else you... wouldn't want me."

Want him?

What's not to want?

Sure, you barely knew him, but you had an idea of who he was from the first couple of times that you'd met him. Funny, and down to earth and kind, and stands up for people.

Who wouldn't want you, Billy?

"My mom, for starters." He says with a humorous tone through the door and you didn't realised you'd spoken aloud.

The pieces fall into place, and you finally, finally, have some understanding of him.

You stand, unlocking the door and tugging it open in a flourish. He looks up at you in surprise from his spot below you. It looks as though he was sitting cross legged on the floor with his forehead was pressed to the heavy oak door.

His eyes are pleading, and gentle, and you think they're begging for acceptance.

"You." You fall to your knees in front of him, reaching for the buttons of his shirt, "Drive me." You slip his shirt from his shoulders, leaning forward to kiss the beautiful snake inked into his chest, "Absolutely insane." You finish, looking into his eyes.

You pause, taking a second to trace your fingers over his stubbled cheek.

"Which is crazy because I barely know you." Your fingers play with the short hairs at the back of his head.

"I should be running." You whisper.

With glassy eyes, he nods his head.

"You should be."

I won't.

You lean forward to kiss him, sighing into his mouth as your hands wander his skin and down to his belt. He breaks from the kiss, tilting his head up and your mouth descends on his neck instead.

"Are- are you sure?" He asks, and you hum in approval. The sound of his belt opening gets your blood boiling with arousal.

You tug his belt free, smiling as you unbutton his pants and pull it open not so gently. Billy lets out a little grunt of surprise when you tug at his pants, trying to work it down his hips.

"Wouldn't a bed be better for this, baby?" He asks.

You giggle, tugging his pants down to mid-thigh, until you can see the outline of his hard cock beneath his navy boxers.

"Need you way too much." You explain, sealing your mouth over his.

His kisses are slow at first, but the longer your tongue dances with his, the longer your hands explore his body, the more feverish his movements get, until you're sure he wants to be inside you just as much as you need him there.

If you needed him a little less, you'd take the time to suck him off. The thought of his weight on your tongue makes you feel so warm, and you have to have him right now.

"Please, Billy." You plea into his mouth, and watch as his eyes darken.

"Tell me what you want, little wife."

You moan at the words, reaching down to cup his erection over his boxers in answer.

"You. Please."

He reaches behind you, unzipping your dress and pushing the shimmery garment up and over your head.

"You already have me, what else?" He says softly.

You whine, reaching for the line of his boxers to free him yourself. But his hand reaches out to stop you.

"Come on, sweet girl, use your words." He encourages.

You feel frustration peak inside you.

"You! I want you, Billy Russo. Your cock, your hands, your lips, your hair-" you take a breath, "-I want everything you have to give to me."

He lets out a long breath and you know you've got him. Your frustration transparent in your eyes.

"Okay, baby, it's okay, I've got you."

He pushes his boxers down, spits into his hand and runs it over his cock, tugs your underwear to the side and then he's inside you.

Your body resists his size at first, but not for long. You let out a hitched breath, leaning against him fully.

"Oh, Billy, God yes." You murmur and he lets out a huff of amusement. You rock your hips on him slowly, making sure to get his stiff erection properly wet before you really begin bouncing. But oh god you want to so bad. How can one person make you feel so complete?

Billy groans, head falling back and you kiss at his neck and shoulders and the lines of his tattoo.

"Need you so bad." You whine, each word emphasised by the motion of your hips and you begin to increase the depth of your movements.

His hot breath dances across your skin, his fingers burying themselves in your hair to pull your face to his.

"You have me, sweet wife, you have me." He reassures against your mouth.

You whine again when the position can no longer support the force you need.

You lean back, away from him, bracing your hands on his thighs to move your body more vigorously.

He lets out a gasping moan as you begin riding him properly.

"Oh fuck, that's a good wife." He says, and you think he might be talking more to himself than you.

"Pretty fucking baby, always knows exactly how to ride me." He gasps and the words make you feel so good about yourself.

You moan his name and his eyes focus on your face.

"Mine." He grits out suddenly, and you yelp when your back hits the cold floors. He slips out of you to tug your underwear down your legs and to kick off his shoes and pants properly.

He's inside you again not a minute later.

His thrusts are firm and punishing, and each crash of your hips to his is followed by him growling "Mine." into your neck.

You're on the edge when you watch him lick the tip of his thumb to swipe it delicately over your clit and you see stars.

"All over my cock baby, all over it." He encourages and you oblige eagerly.

Your back arches and a loud cry slips from your lips when your orgasm slams into you at full force, leaving uncontrollable tremors dancing through your body.

Then his thrusts grow harsher, bordering on almost painful with how deep he goes inside you but you're too blissed out to say anything, willing to take the pinch of pain when you know he's about to come.

"Inside me." You gasp, begging him as though you think he has the strength to come anywhere else.

A single growl into your neck and his hips shudder as you feel the force of his orgasm wash over him. He trembles too as his cock pulses deep inside you, giving you everything you want. His breathing is erratic for a second, and you clench around him to make sure that every drop of his come finds its deserved place inside you.

You lock your ankles around him as he tries to pull out of you.

"Stay." You plead, head moving in and out of conscious bliss.

He doesn't argue, holding himself there stuffed inside you for a few moments keeping you full, until the softening of his cock makes him slip out.

"Bath?" Billy asks, in between breaths, and you're really not sure if you can focus on anything he says.

He smiles at your blissed state, gathering you up in his arms and grunting as he stands, holding onto your limp form.

"'M heavy, I know." You sigh, a little insecure, but too blissed to really care.

"You're perfect." He responds, taking you to the bathroom. Leaving the clothes in the hallway forgotten, to be picked up by a maid in the morning who has been desensitised to the antics of Billy Russo and his new wife.

"I've been thinking." He says slowly, pulling you from your thoughts. You look down at him, where his face is pressed into your clothed chest.

When he looks up, you see a sweet, innocent boy, with eyes the colour of chocolate who looks like he'd taste just as sweet.

You raise a hand to card it through his hair and his eyes flutter closed at the calming sensation. He tugs you closer sighing in bliss.

"Nevermind," he murmurs, "Please don't stop doing that."

"What is it?" You ask in a hushed tone to match his.

He lets out a sigh and you think he might be working himself up to say something.

"I want to fuck you."

You blink.

"Right now?" You ask, thinking back to just thirty minutes ago when you'd jumped him in the hallway outside of your office.

"No. At night... when you're asleep. I want to fuck my pretty wife while she sleeps and watch her wake up with my come deep inside her."

Wow. That shouldn't have made you as aroused as it just did.

You stay silent for a moment, letting the scenario play out in your head. Billy, with his large, domineering persona, leaning over you in your cute little nightgown and having his way with you. Sucking on your nipples, licking on your clit, using your mouth however he want, fucking you until he comes and you wake up with come on your thighs and no memory of how-

"-It's okay, forget I asked." He says, interrupting your thoughts. Your hand tightens in his hair for a moment.

"Yes." You blurt.

"Yes?" He asks, voice a little hopeful.

"You'll make sure I'm wet enough?"

He lets out a little groan.

"Yes I will." Is his response.

"And I can tell you which nights I'm not into it?"

"Of course, I'd never- of course." He says.

"Then yes, I think I'd like to give it a try."

He groans again, and when he settles against you, you think you can feel the outline of his erection against your hip.

Was that fucked up? Were you now a ruined and debauched version of yourself, that you'd let Billy Russo have his way with you- even if you weren't awake to experience it?

"M-maybe you can make a video." You suggest lightly and he lets out another groan.

"Stop, please, I'm so hard right now and I'm trying not to be." He begs.

You laugh softly, massaging his scalp and holding him close while you both drift to sleep.

A WEEK LATER

You wake up slowly, and you don't realise something is different until you move.

A little sound of confusion leaves your throat from under the pile of comfortable sheets when you feel a strange soreness between your legs. You move around a bit more to examine the feeling. Yes. Definitely sore, nothing alarming, but different, considering you have no idea how you got to be this sore.

You sit up, and gasp as you feel something warm slip out of you and you lift the hem of your sleep shirt up your thighs and gasp as you catch hints of come on your skin, in varying states of drying.

You push the sheets from your body and climb out of bed and try not to groan as you feel more come slipping out of you and down your thighs.

When you tug the bathroom door open, he's there, patting aftershave on his face with a towel wrapped around his hips.

He turns to you and there's a beautiful mischievous glint in his eye.

"G'morning, Mrs. Russo." He says with a dark, decadent voice that has your insides tying themselves into knots.

"Hi Billy." You say, getting closer to him so that you could slip into the shower at the far end of the room. His eyes follow you with that same glittering look, and you try to ignore him as you turn the shower on.

"Did you sleep well?" He asks, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You look back at him shyly, letting the pieces fall into place in your sleepy mind. You blink in realisation.

He'd fucked you.

In your sleep.

Just like he said he would.

Your stomach flips, and you turned quickly to head into the shower, completely forgetting his question.

He continues to look at you, through the transparent glass of the shower, and you keep your back to him, feeling a bit insecure at having him look at you like this. You focus on grabbing your favourite scented soaps and begin to lather your skin when suddenly you feel him behind you.

"I asked you a question baby." He murmurs in your ear, his large hands warm on your skin, pulling your back into his chest.

"Um-" you begin to say but he cuts you off.

"I had an amazing night's sleep, since you didn't ask. A really good dream. Wanna hear it?"

"Mmhmmm" you affirm, as his hands begin to work the lather into your skin.

"I dreamt about this perfect little cunt. The absolute best pussy ever." Your skin tingles as his fingers dance over your puckered breasts, "Hot, and tight, and so fucking wet for me."

You mewl quietly.

"And what happened next?" You ask, tilting your head back with closed eyes.

A chuckle.

"Well I fucked it of course. As long and as hard as I wanted and I came so deep inside that I wondered if she'd taste it."

You moan when his lips meet your neck, with gentle kisses, sweet, contrasting his filthy words.

"Would you like me to show you?"  He asks.

You sigh, bracing your hands on the wall of the shower in front of you, arching your back and becoming the desperate version of yourself that only he can bring out of you.

"Yes, please sir." You breathe. And though you're not even looking at him, you can feel his smile.

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A/N:

Billy: Did you pick my wife up from that job i just got her fired from?

Bodyguard: Boss, she uh, told me to tell you to leave her alone.

Billy: that doesn't sound right, where is she?

Bodyguard: She's uh, crying in the park now.

Billy: Omfg what did u do???!

Bodyguard: Sir, I'm pretty sure this was you.

*cuts to Billy rushing at full speed to his wife*

😄

[short-skirt-longjackett]

My Lovely Devotee

(Happy easter to my darlings celebrate this holiday :) <3 what better way to celebrate easter than to blow everyone’s favorite pastor. This is also dedicated to Paul Dano saying Eli would be the freakiest in bed)

-part 2 here!

-Eli Sunday x gn!reader *NSFW*

-warnings: oral (male receiving), AFAB reader, religious themes, dirty talking on Eli’s end, face-fucking basically

Eli was a man of God and followed the bible thoroughly. Asking for your father’s hand in marriage and him saying yes was truly a gift from heaven. He had liked you for so long and now you’ll be joined together in the name of God.

But with liking you for so long came the sinful and ungodly thoughts about you. Nighttime is when they gotten worse and having to sleep next to you, he needed to rid this demon within him so he can make the perfect, godly husband.

Sundays were always exciting for you and your now fiancé. Watching Eli preach made you so proud of him, he always looked so passionate. Sitting first row, you watched him smile and say, “In John 4:18, There is no fear in love, But perfect love drives out fear, because have to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made in perfect love.” he looked at you and smiled.

You couldn’t help but smile as well. You and Eli have been doing preparations with your wedding, you were truly living the dream. He let you do most of the planning since he wanted you to have creative control over ‘the big day’.  Eli was always so sweet to you and treated you with the up most kindness. 

As the mass concluded, you stayed back to privately talk to Eli. As everyone left, he went to you, took your hand and kissed it. He softly kissed your knuckles, “My dearest, did you enjoy your time?” he smiled up at you.

“Of course Eli, you always look so passionate when preaching. I’m very lucky to be with such a powerful, smart man like you.” You kissed his cheek, “Will you be joining me and my family for dinner tonight?” you asked and he nodded. He gave a small kiss on the lips. Though your first kiss was suppose to be on your wedding day, the two of you couldn’t help but make this one exception.

As the day passed, as promised Eli ate with you and your family.  After everyone ate, you helped you mother clean everything up. While you two were in the kitchen, Eli overheard your mother making a joke of having to perform “wifely duties” the night of your wedding.

Ah yes, the night of your wedding. The night were you two would make your marriage official by... by having sex, right? He blushed, he always thought about your wedding night when he was alone.

 The thought of seeing you without your blouse, removing your skirt slowly to reveal your bloomers, and then, removing your bloomers to reveal... Lord forgive him, he shouldn’t be thinking about this, specially not here. He felt his pants get tighter the thought of removing your clothes.

“Eli, are you okay honey? Your face is flushed, are you running a fever?’ you asked, placing the backside of your palm against his forehead. “I-I’m fine dear, I think we should be heading home since it’s very late.” he said, voice a bit shaky. You agreed and bid your parents fair well. The walk to your shared home was long, but felt like a million years to Eli. His pants kept rubbing along his erection and was making his thinking fuzzy.

As he opened the door to your shared home he said, “I-I need to go to the room.” he said quickly before running into the room and slamming the door shut, locking the door in the process. You then rushed to the door, “Eli? Eli?! Are you alright?! What’s wrong, tell me!” you said, knocking on the door.

“I’m unholy! I’m nasty filth on the ground that doesn’t deserve respect!” he yelled, gripping his hair. “Eli what on earth are you talking about?! Please let me in! Let’s talk about this! I’m your fiancé, you can tell me anything!” you yelled, trying to open the door.

Silence filled the air, before you hear the door unlock. You looked at Eli, his hair was everywhere and eyes on the verge of tears. “Eli, lets sit down. Please tell what’s wrong.” you pleaded, taking him by the hands and leading him to sit on your shared bed with you.

“W-When you and your mother were in the kitchen.. I over heard her make a joke of you performing wifely duties on me the night of our wedding. I then...started to think of you without your clothes on and I...I never have felt dirtier and unclean like I do now.” he said, avoiding making eye contact with you.

“Eli, I’m your fiancé and I will be by your side no matter what...” you lifted up his head and looked into his eyes. You pulled him in and kissed him softly, resting a hand on his cheek and his thigh. He pushed more into the kiss, putting both of his hands on your cheeks,

You stayed like this for a while, listening to his whimpers as your hand inched up his thigh. He pulled away, “Y/n... I need you...to touch me, please my love. Though this is premarital, we can pray away our sins in the morning. God is very forgiving to those who pray.” he pleaded, kissing you after.

You pulled away, “W-What can I do to help you? Please Eli I want to help you.” He looked at your blouse then back at you, “Can you...remove your shirt, only your shirt.” Eli asked, not wanting to be bold right away.

You nodded as you unbuttoned your blouse in front of him, revealing your white bra to him. He licked his lips with anticipation, looking at you for you approval, “Go ahead, you can touch me Eli,,” you whispered, giving him a smile.

His hands immediately went for your breasts, squeezing hard. God, this was the best feeling imaginable. He moaned as he groped your breasts, enjoying hearing you moan lightly as his touch.

“Eli... may I touch you? Please..?” you asked. He pulled his hand away and kissed you, “Of course. I over heard other men around town talk of how their wives please them, I want you to try. If I remember correctly, you... you should be on your knees in front of me.” he helped move you onto your knees, in front of him.

You looked heavenly, looking up at him with such want. You wanted to please Eli, you needed to. “Now, I’m going to take out my...” Eli mumbled as he unbuckled his pants, shifting to pull his pants and underwear down, revealing his aching dick. You couldn’t help but stare and blush, this is your first time seeing something like this in person. You hear the women around town talk about sex with their husbands, but this was different.

“T-Then you.. take it in your mouth and suck on it..” He mumbled, his breathing growing heavier. You nodded, slowly grabbing his dick and putting the tip in your mouth. Eli groaned, slightly leaning his back for a second to then look at you again. He place his hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to take more. You slowly begin to bob your head up and down, stroking with your hand whatever can’t fit into your mouth.

“Y/n..fuck you feel amazing..” Eli gasped, biting his lip. You moaned at the praise he gave him, which seemed to make him grip the hair of your head.

“Lord, you feel amazing. So heavenly..” he moaned, bucking his hips into your mouth. You gagged at the feeling of him hitting the back of your throat,  but stayed for a few mores seconds before pulling away. Eli covered his mouth, god he swears he could cum from the sight of your saliva connecting from your mouth to his cock. The tears in your eyes, he knew they weren’t out of sadness but out of helping him. He watched as the saliva fell under it own weight, landing on your chest.

“You look so beautiful on your knees. Not like a common whore, you look angelic, you were made for my cock.” he kissed you quickly before putting himself back in your mouth. He thrusted his hips back into your mouth, groaning loudly. The heat between your legs was too much for you. You lifted your skirt to rub yourself through your bloomers. God this is heavenly.

You let Eli use you. Moving your head at the pace he wanted, hearing you gag on him. The saliva making it easier for you to take him fully. He moaned loudly, “Y-Yes! Yes y/n, take it. Take my cock all the way in! Fuck yes!” he breathed heavily, gripping his hair tightly.

Eli felt himself get close,” God, wash me clean of my guilt! Purify me of my sins!” he moaned, pulling your head all the way down, releasing himself in the back of your throat. You rubbed yourself faster, cumming with his dick in your throat.

He pulled you off and looked at you. Tear-stained cheeks, disheveled hair, saliva covering your breasts, and your skirt shifted upwards. You looked absolutely beautiful to him. He kissed you before pulling you up on the bed. He tucked himself in his boxers as you caught your breath.

“You did so amazing my love, I’m so proud of you.” he kissed you. After a while you both changed into your sleeping clothes and got under the blanket. He pulled you close and kissed your forehead. You smiled and drifted to sleep, he soon followed.

The inner demons in him were quiet that night, he lost to his more inner desires. But lord, were they worth it.

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Wounded Love (Lady Dimitrescu/F!Reader) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T for blood/violence and language Genre: Action with a lil bit of fluff Warnings: Lil bit of blood Notes: There's an unnamed character in here who may or may not end up as recurring in my stories. I don't really have anything in particular planned for her, she's kinda just here to fill a role/allow for some easter egg type shit in the next chapter. Previous Chapters: Pt. 1, Pt. 2

{Wounded Love 3: Bloody Valentine (No, not that Valentine)}

“Mother Miranda, I must insist, if these lycans stray any further they might start feasting on the village as well! Pray tell, who will you use for research then? We can’t just-... Forgive me… Mhmm. Yes, I understand. Of course… Have a good night, Mother Miranda,” Lady Dimitrescu said, before setting her phone down with a loud thunk. Her hands shake a little, and for a moment you worry that her vanity won’t survive the coming moments. Then you make eye contact with her reflection, giving her an encouraging smile, watching as her gaze softens. “I’m afraid there’s nothing she can do, my dear. I cannot allow Heisenberg’s negligence to go unpunished, but we will have to take care of it on our own, without Mother Miranda’s support.”

“Is that wise, love? To go behind her back like this? I can’t imagine she’ll be terribly pleased if we cause chaos for one of her favored few,” you replied, clicking your tongue as you thought things over. Again you see anger cloud Alcina’s face, though she makes sure not to direct it at you.

“We are not the ones who started this mess,” she reminded you, through clenched teeth. “But we will be the ones to end it, one way or another. I don’t care if I have to gut that wretched man-thing and bring Miranda his corpse as proof of his incompetence! He has shown his lack of loyalty hundreds of times… and now he will pay.” Gulping, you rise to your feet, wanting to comfort your girlfriend. While you had understood that your injury angered her, you hadn’t (until this moment) realized the sheer intensity of that rage. How much blood would be shed before this was over?...

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Crimson drips down the beast’s side, across matted fur, before hitting the wooden floor. A stench as awful as you had ever found filled the air, only made tolerable by the nearby presence of scented candles. What a mess, you think, glad that you wouldn’t be the one to clean it up. Why had the girls insisted on bringing the damn thing inside? Couldn’t they have simply snatched a few teeth from its jaw as a prize? Somehow you doubted that the thought had even crossed their minds. Violence was a passion of theirs, and they preferred their trophies to be as large as the effort they put into getting it.

“How close to the path did you find it?” You asked after finishing your examination of the lycan. Next to you, the eldest daughter is rapidly taking notes in a leather-bound journal. Both of her siblings stand near the fireplace, hands held out next to the flames, needing to warm up after being outside for so long. It wasn’t even that cold of a day, with temperatures averaging around eighteen degrees celsius. All the snowfall from the prior week had now melted. While you knew of the family’s weakness, you also knew that they had bundled up before leaving, and had even taken a torch with them in the hopes of using it on a lycan. Their powers had taken somewhat of a hit, temporarily, but not nearly enough to prevent them from killing a single lycan.

“Heard it howling almost as soon as we left the castle. We couldn’t smell it until halfway to the village, though. Once we could we tried to track it, only for the stupid thing to come charging at us. Must have been eight, maybe ten, meters away by the time we collided,” Cassandra answered. There’s a bit of a shiver to her voice, and you can’t help the rush of sympathy you feel in response. Being out on the path, wearing little more than a dress and scarf, had been absolute hell for you. Even if it was warmer outside now, you imagined that being weak to the cold just about made up for the difference. “There was a little more howling once we started walking back here. Louder, if not closer. Heisenbitch isn’t even trying to keep these fucking things in check.”

“Cassandra, language!” Came a voice in the distance, making everyone present look up at once. Strutting down the stairs was a clearly miffed Alcina, eyes narrowed, body tense. “Did you three really have to bring the mutt inside? Surely you advocated against this, Bela? Or did you think I wanted new bloodstains right by the entrance, where everyone can see them?” Next to you Bela winces, but doesn’t respond, too worried about angering her mother further. “And you, my dear, what on Earth are you doing on the floor? You should be resting, in an actual chair, if not lying in bed awaiting my return. There’s enough for me to worry about without you limping around on a useless leg!”

Now it was your turn to wince.

“Please, love, I know you’re stressed, but I can still help. Given enough time I could help ascertain these things’ weaknesses. At the very least I could pass on what I learned during my fight with one,” you pleaded. Then you tried to stand up, wanting to prove yourself, only to stumble, barely avoiding a faceplant- and only doing so because of Bela’s quick reaction time. She helped you to your feet, letting you lean on her, then lead you towards a bench. Begrudgingly you sit back down. “You’re only doing this because I got hurt. Helping you in your endeavor to avenge me is the least I can do.”

“Don’t be foolish,” Alcina snapped, now just a couple meters away from you. Even with that space between you, her presence was intimidating, and you almost felt like a child being scolded. “Were you to get hurt again, how would we avenge you? If you fall by your own hand, there will be naught I can do other than lock you away somewhere without any dangerous elements. What sort of existence would that be for you? I simply can’t allow it, no exceptions.” At this you pout, feeling rather disappointed. It’s not as if you were asking to carry a gun and shoot Heisenberg yourself! Not that you would be opposed to doing so, of course. “Try to put yourself in my place, my dear. Could you live with yourself if you failed to protect me?”

“I suppose I could not, love. Very well, I shall simply root you on from here, and kiss away any injuries you return with,” you replied, at last giving in. Then you found yourself smiling… and on the receiving end of a very soft forehead kiss. “Nothing will separate us, my love. None can tear apart that which the universe has stitched together.”

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“Like I said, my Lady, I already want him dead. Did you really think that your family was the only one to suffer because of his machinations? I know half a dozen people who would love to put a bullet in that fucker’s skull, bare mims,” the huntress said, white teeth showing in her half-smirk. There was an odd coolness to her voice, like this whole ordeal was just another job, and you couldn’t help but feel uncertain about her. Could she really be the solution to Alcina’s problem? You couldn’t even judge her arsenal, considering she had been instructed to come unarmed. After all, she was a hunter of monsters, with a sizable history to her name. If not for her hatred of Heisenberg, you would never have felt comfortable letting her come within two hundred meters of your girlfriend.

“How can I be sure that you’ll succeed? The last thing I want is to have that wretched man-thing come crawling out of the filth he lives in, angry and coming for vengeance,” Alcina responded, scrutinizing gaze locked on the huntress.

“Didn’t Duke give you my file? Or at least read the good bits out loud? I’ve been in my fair share of scraps, with all sorts of bioweapon mutant freaks. Besides, I don’t plan on leaving any receipts behind. If he manages to survive, which is already one hell of an if, there’s no way he can prove that you asked me to do it. Considering he’s already seen my face, and knows I want him dead… yeah, he won’t bother accusing you, not when I’m in the picture, and certainly not when you’ve got such a big reputation for following Mother Miranda’s word down to the very last letter. So, you gonna make this official, or what?” The huntress asked, gesturing her arms wide. Although you’re still not convinced, Alcina nods quietly, seeming ready to make her decision. Regardless of how you feel about the stranger in front of you, you’re more than willing to support your girlfriend in whatever she planned.

“Very well, huntress. Show us just what you’re capable of.”

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Flames licked at her heels, even as she charged forward, tickling like hot breaths against her skin. Behind her half a dozen lycans roared and screeched in unison. Smoke and ashes flew upwards, into the air, but could not poison her lungs, not when she had come prepared. Still, the mask was not as easy to breathe in as she had hoped, making her chest heave with effort at each intake of air. Good thing I’ll be gone soon, she thought, sparing a glance behind her as she ran. Dozens of trees were aflame, and countless glowing eyes watched from between the branches. They wouldn’t be there for much longer, not with what she had done.

Soon enough an explosion would shake the Earth. Then, finally, both the lycans who had killed her father and the man who desecrated the remains would be dead. And if a certain countess happened to pay her for her services? All the better, really. Funerals could be expensive, especially in such a remote village. More than that… there was no guarantee that she’d be able to outrun Mother Miranda on her own. A little money would make the flight out a hell of a lot nicer.

Assuming she made it that far. There was another scream behind her, this one more human, though somewhat warped by mechanics. It wasn’t a pained cry. No, it was filled with rage. Clearly Heisenberg had come out of his lair, hearing the fireworks, finding his scrap metal and werewolf army in chaos. From the sound of things- metal against metal, electricity crackling- he was coming her way.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” She muttered, desperately trying to get to higher ground. Even if the lycans succumbed to the overwhelming fire, it wouldn’t be hard for their leader to overcome. But the huntress was still too close to her explosives to risk activating the detonator. Just a bit farther, she thought, ignoring the way her lungs ached. Rocks kicked up with every step, loud enough to be heard from a distance, and made traction harder to keep. In the end she had to scramble to get up the side of a short cliff. A few scrapes appeared on her hands, making her curse under her breath.

But with one last movement, pulling herself up with both arms, she was finally far enough to be relatively safe. In one clean second she turned around, pulled the detonator out of its pouch and clicked the trigger. Just like that, a forest blazing turns into a mushroom cloud of pure hellfire. The setting sun makes for a beautiful backdrop, and the sight almost brings a tear to the huntress’ eyes. For a few moments she just enjoys the view. Then, without hesitation or remorse, she starts to walk away, mentally congratulating herself for a job well done.

Until something shoots past her head with terrifying speed. Before she can react another sharp piece of metal flies past her, grazing her arm, and there’s a blood-curdling roar from behind her. Then she’s running, fast as she can, pulse pounding harder than it ever has. One hand goes to the rifle on her back, pulling it out as quickly as she can. The area is rocky, with plenty of outcrops, perfect to hide behind (assuming there weren’t any hidden metal deposits). Quickly she ducks behind one, crouching to keep her head out of sight. Mere milliseconds later another metal spike slams into the ground just beyond her cover.

In the distance, more screams pierce the air, and something heavy drags itself across the ground. It almost sounds like a tank rolling through the woods. The thought alone worries the huntress, but she had never been one to let her fear control her. So she double checks her rifle, adjusts the scope, and pops out of cover. Less than a second later she has her target in her sights. It’s Heisenberg, for sure, more metal than man, but dripping with red. One press of the trigger sends a bullet straight for his ugly head. Unsurprisingly, it’s not enough to pierce his cranium, instead making him mad as hell.

Which is why automatic guns were invented, probably. The huntress holds the trigger down this time, though briefly, before dashing to the next piece of cover. She repeats the process a few times, hoping to kill the man before he could climb the cliff she stood on. If he managed to get up there with her… no, she couldn’t think about that, not now. She had to focus.

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Hidden among the trees, the Dimitrescu sisters watched as plumes of smoke rose in the distance. Even though they had been aware of the huntress’ plan, they hadn’t expected this much carnage. It was certainly exciting! But they really couldn’t see much from where they were. Getting closer was probably a horrible idea, and yet Cassandra shared a meaningful look with Daniela. A split second later they were forming a swarm, rushing into the trees, leaving their elder sister to yell after them.

“Mother’s going to kill me,” Bela said, before rolling her eyes and following. Maybe she could at least keep them out of trouble?... Probably not.

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Metal hands wrap around the huntress’ throat, squeezing hard, but do not twist or otherwise break their prey. No, Heisenberg does not intend to end this that quickly. This rodent had taken so much from him, set his plans back by decades. He was going to kill her slowly. When she still fights back, pulling a knife from her boot and trying to stab whatever she can reach, he does little else but laugh. It’s a crazed cackling that echoes through the surrounding rocky hills.

Just barely loud enough to drown out the sound of insects buzzing.

“Fuck that guy!” Someone shouted, right as a sickle descended upon the monstrous Heisenberg’s neck. The first slice isn’t enough to sever the connection, which is why it’s immediately followed by a second, from another sister, then a third, from the eldest, that finally does the job. Just like that the hands release from the huntress’ throat, and she gasps for air. Coughs leave her distracted as the sisters move to surround her. “Good thing we wanted to see the show up close and personal, eh?” Daniela asked, twirling her sickle with a little giggle.

“You idiots are just lucky I followed you,” Bela added, glaring at her sister. Internally, she was relieved that the end result was a success. Still, she worried about what her mother would think, and certainly didn’t intend to voice her satisfaction at delivering the killing blow. “Now let’s get back, before mother assumes the worst and comes to get us herself.” Sighing, she extends a hand to help the huntress up. Though their mutual enemy had been defeated, there was still much to be done. Who knew how Mother Miranda would react? Who, if anyone, would take Heisenberg’s place? There was plenty to be unsure about, and Bela let her mind wander the whole way back, hoping that things would only get better from here...

[xxwritemeastoryxx]

Recent WIP Sneak Peek

I figured posting some sneak peeks of the one shots and series I’ve recently worked on would some how hype you guys up, but also prove that I haven’t just been doing absolutely nothing behind the scenes. I’ve been able to write at a steady pace in between everything else that has been going on and I’m actually proud of the progress that has been made towards the writing. I haven’t given myself any deadlines or anything and I think that has helped so much. 

Anyways! On to the sneak peeks! 

TVDU 

Sweet Family of Mine - Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

It seemed like only yesterday that Evelyn had been taking her first steps during her family's Halloween Party that her parents hosted. The family celebrated her 1st birthday not long after. While Y/N and Elijah agreed Evelyn's first birthday would be small, that didn't stop their families from going all out. Evelyn was spoiled that day. The gift table was covered in gifts that neither Elijah nor Y/N had expected to see.

As time passed, Evelyn continued to grow. Single words that she had spoken soon became small sentences. First steps soon turned into running and jumping. And every step of the way, Evelyn had become more independent as she learned about the world around her. 

Y/N gently ran a brush through Evelyn's dark brown hair. Her mind went through a quick list of what she needed to take with her while she did Evelyn's hair. Like most years, her little family was getting ready to head out to join one of their families for Easter. This year was slightly different.

A sigh passed Evelyn's lips as she continued to sit still while Y/N worked on her hair. Her little hands playing with the lace of her Easter dress. The sound itself had pulled Y/N out of her thoughts. 

"What is it, my love?" Y/N asked as she began to braid her daughter's hair. 

"Do we have to go to papa Mikaelson's house?" Evelyn asked as she looked up at Y/N for a brief moment before moving her head back to where it was. "I want to go to Uncle Damon's."

A small smile pulled at Y/N's lips. It was no secret who Evelyn favored.  She loved her Uncle Damon more than her grandparents. Y/N couldn't blame her either. There were moments when she didn't get along with her husband's parents. And then there were moments that things would go smoothly.

"Grandma wants us over for Easter." Y/N said as she kept her voice even. She didn't need her daughter to hear in her voice how she wasn't a hundred percent on board with going. "It will only be for a little bit. Your dad and Grandpa Mikaelson need to talk about a few things. And then we'll go to Uncle Damon's house." 

The slight whine that came from Evelyn had made Y/N's heart hurt. If her four year old daughter could pick up on how her Grandfather felt about her own mother, Y/N was sure Evelyn could pick up on how the man felt about her. 

Much like the Salvatores having issues with their baby sister dating a Mikaelson, when it came to the Mikaelson parents, Mikael wasn't exactly approving of his daughter in law. Esther loved and adored Evelyn to pieces and would always want to be there for her grandchildren. There were moments where Y/N and Esther would bump heads more than others. But when it came to Mikael, all he could see was that Y/N was a Salvatore and Evelyn was one as well. 

When the Salvatore and the Mikaelson children were younger, there had been a time or two where Mikael and Giuseppe had clashed in either business or personal affairs. In time they had grown to despise each other. In Mikael's eyes the Salvatores were filth that was never to be trusted. 

It was one of the reasons why even Giuseppe had been disapproving of their relationship in the beginning. But unlike Mikael who still felt the same way, Giuseppe had come around and welcomed Elijah to the family. Well, in his own way that it is. Giuseppe hadn't seen his kids or even his grandchildren since Evelyn's first Christmas. By now, the Salvatore siblings were used to it and didn't expect anything from the man. 

"Will baby cousin Hope be there?" Evelyn asked a moment later. 

"Maybe." Y/N said hopeful. 

Truthfully, she didn't expect Klaus or Hope to be at the Mikaelsons. Not when Mikael had disowned Klaus some time ago. Klaus didn't want his daughter to be around his father for any reason. Y/N knew they would be over at her brother's house later, but for now, she expected to be on their own once they got there. 

"How long will we be at Papa Mikaelson's?" Evelyn asked. 

Y/N sighed as she finished the braid and tied it off. "I don't know, my love." She turned Evelyn around so she could see her face. "But I promise you that we will go to Uncle Damon's house and you'll have fun with Stephanie." 

"Even I will give my word, we'll be at your Uncle's house sooner than later." Elijah said as he entered the room after just getting off the phone with his brother. 

A smile formed on Evelyn's lips as she took in her father's words. Even at a young age she knew when her father gave his word, he never went back on it. She quickly scrambled off of the bed that Y/N and Elijah shared and ran towards Elijah.

Elijah lifted her up rather easily, a smile on his face as he did so. It never ceases to amaze him how much his daughter has changed his life. The bond between them had been inseparable and he couldn’t even begin to understand how someone would not want to be near their children. His daughter’s smile always lit up the room when he or even his wife walked into the room. He couldn’t even imagine going a few days without seeing that smile.

A Life With You - Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

“Are you sure you want to do this today?” Damon asked as he walked beside Y/N towards hair and makeup. “I can attempt to pull some strings.”

A half chuckle passed Y/N’s lips as she shook her head slightly. “Hollywood doesn’t stop for heartbreaks. Why should I?”

Damon hadn’t missed the way her voice broke towards the end. Or the fact that she was trying to stop the tears from forming in her eyes. He could see how her Y/E/C glassed over for a moment before she began blinking the tears away. 

“We both know that is Scarlett talking and not the Y/N that I stayed up half the night with making sure she was okay.” It had been the truth. 

Damon had convinced Elena to go back to the rental with the kids and he would stay with Y/N to make sure she wasn’t left alone. Even after Y/N had fallen asleep, exhausted from crying, he couldn’t leave. He couldn’t get his head to even wrap around what she was feeling and going through. 

His mind constantly played through his memories of when Elena had told him she was pregnant with their first born. He couldn’t imagine deciding to leave her and wanting nothing to do with their daughter. For as many times as his kids, and Elena, had saved him from the overwhelming feeling of Hollywood, he knew he wouldn’t have survived in a world without them. 

Y/N shook her head once more. “If I can pretend to be Scarlett for a few hours off the clock it will help me get through the rest of filming hopefully without breaking down.”

Damon wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him for a moment. A way to bring her some comfort. “Then I support your choice to be Scarlett.” The two came to a stop in front of the door Y/N needed and Damon let out a sigh. “I hate to ask this, but have you talked to Lexi about getting on top of the tabloids?”

It wasn’t surprising to either Damon or even Y/N that few different tabloids had caught wind of Mason at the airport going back to his hometown. Most of the headlines speculated a ‘trouble in paradise’ or even a ‘getting out of the spotlight’ aspect of seeing Y/N’s boyfriend with a pretty hefty suitcase. The real reason being kept under lock and key by the parties involved as well Damon and Elena. 

She sighed softly and nodded. “I sent her a text message after you suggested it.” Of course the message had been sent while she was trying to keep the breakfast Damon had made her down. “She’s probably trying to figure things out before she responds.”

“I’ll help you figure it out.” He promised. “Even if I have to create a scandal just to keep the attention off of you.”

Y/N gave him a knowing look. “Elena would kill you.”

“That she would.” He nodded. “And she’d enlist you to help hide my body.”

MCU

Once Upon a December - Bucky Barnes x Reader 

“Please don’t let me go.” Anastasia begged as they continued to run through the halls attempting to get somewhere safe.

The way Bucky had been running was a lot faster than she had been able to. She was afraid that if he let her hand go, she’d get lost in the sea of people that were trying to escape the palace. If she couldn’t get out, she didn’t even want to begin to think about what could possibly happen to her. 

They both had heard the gunshots followed by the screams that accompanied them. Being on the opposite side of the palace did nothing to shield them from the horror that quickly flooded into the palace. 

“I promise.” Bucky called over his shoulder as he found openings here and there in the crowd. 

Once they made their way outside of the palace, Bucky began looking around for something, anything to help them hide. The tree line at the farthest end of the property would eventually lead to the town. She’d be safe there. Without saying a word, Bucky began pulling Anastasia in that direction.

The cold air stung their lungs as they ran. All Bucky could think about was protecting Anastasia and getting her to safety. Get her passed the trees and into town. She’d be able to live through the night and not be killed by the soldiers that had come at the command of Hydra. 

“Just a little further.” He promised her. 

A little further to hide within the woods so that she could take a moment to breath. A chance for him to plan a way into town as she did. To make sure they weren’t being followed even though each time he looked over his shoulder there had been no one that he could see.

Anastasia’s only answer was the way her hand tightened it’s grip on his for a moment before the pressure eased. Her lungs were burning from the cold air that was rushing in and out of her lungs as they ran as fast as they could through the snow. 

She believed that would be the end of it. They’d be able to hide wherever it was Bucky was taking her. They would be able to hide out until everyone had left and she’d be safe. Afterwards she could find her parents. She could find them and they’d be together and deal with the soldiers that came. 

But the hopes of being safe and being reunited with her family safely were tossed out of the window when the two found themselves surrounded. Soldiers had come from the tree line they had been running towards. A way to keep their targets surrounded and no chance of escape. 

A scream passed Anastasia's lips as she felt soldiers grab at her to take her back towards the palace. Bucky pulled her towards him to help get her out of their reach before he was grabbed.

“Don't let go.” He gritted through his teeth as they tried to pull him away from her. 

But the more the soldiers pulled and even slammed an object into Bucky’s abdomen, his hand loosened it’s grip for the smallest of moments and her hand was pulled from his. 

“Bucky!” 

He could hear the way she screamed out his name as they began to drag her away. It caused him to attempt to fight off the soldiers that were around him. But there was only so much a child his age could do to defend not only himself but her. 

“Bucky!” It was the last thing he heard before he had been hit over the head. 

Bucky shot up in his bed. The memory plagued his mind in nightmare form. It never failed that the moment he had believed that these dreams had stopped altogether, Anastasia would come back and haunt him. 

Chemical Reaction (Slight Spoilers) - Tony Stark x Reader

His vision was blurry. No matter which way he looked, there was a haze to everything. His ears had even been muffled as if something loud had gone off in his ears, yet there hadn’t been. His body was screaming from the impact it had made against the wall. 

Medical help is on the way, Sir.

The AI’s words were muffled enough that Tony couldn’t make them out. No matter how many times his brain tried to process the words that were said, none of it made any sense. 

“Y/N?” He tried. His own voice sounded weird to him. But he needed to hear her respond in some way. In some way that would tell him she was alright. 

His blurred vision couldn’t pinpoint where she was. The lab was a mess and nothing he attempted to focus on would clear up. The moment he attempted to move, a sharp pain shot through him, causing him to stop altogether. 

He wasn’t sure how long had passed before he caught the blurred movements making it’s way into the lab. Medical help. Tony thought before he succumbed to the darkness, passing out from the pain his body was in. 

Bound to Break - Loki x Reader

A groan passed Y/N’s lips as she sat up in the makeshift bed she had been laying on. A look of confusion formed on her face as she tried to place what happened. One moment she had been talking to Clint and Coulson, and in the next-she couldn’t remember. 

“Oh thank, God.” Clint said the moment he walked into the room. “I was beginning to wonder if they were going to have to move you.”

After Y/N passed out, Clint and a few other agents helped to get her to the makeshift infirmary. With this being the first time they had seen Y/N pass out from being overwhelmed by her powers, no one knew what to do or how to help Y/N. 

Once her vitals had been taken and everything had seemed fine with her, all they could do was wait until she woke up. The last time she had passed out like this, it had been when she was working with the tesseract and she had been out for weeks. 

“What happened?” Y/N asked as she rubbed the heel of her hands against her temples. There was a faint ache of pain that ran through her head. If she was being honest, it felt like she had been hit over the head a few times with something heavy. 

Clint’s eyebrow raised as he grabbed a hold of a stray chair and pulled it up to her beside. “What was the last thing you remember?”

“Coulson saying I could go home.” Her hands ran along her face before coming down to her lap. 

“How about the part where your power gave an ominous warning before you passed out?” 

Y/N almost laughed. It had sounded ridiculous. But the look on his face told her that it actually happened. A frown formed on her face as she tried to remember. “Why don’t I remember that? What warning?”

“You said ‘It’s far from over.’ before you passed out.” Clint explained as he watched her reactions. “Your early warning system went off for a good several minutes before that. I’ve never seen you so out of focus.” 

It’s far from over.

Y/N could hear the words in her mind followed by the faintest of buzzing. Images passed through her mind. Ones that she must have seen before she passed out. It was details that felt familiar yet so foreign to her. 

Clint could see the realization form on her face. “What is it?”

“Something is coming. Something big.” She shook her head. “I don’t know what, but it’s coming here and it’s not something we’ve seen before. How long have I been out?”

“By my count, close to twelve hours.” He noted. 

“And nothing odd has popped up?” She almost didn’t believe it. Not with everything within her knowing something was coming. 

She pulled the blankets that were covering her off, with every intention of getting out of bed. She needed to find what she was being warned about. If not find it, at least warn someone. 

“Woah, I don’t think you’re ready to get up.” Clint said as he reached for the moment she stood and her knees buckled.

“Then you’re going to have to warn Coulson.” She said as she sat back down. “Because something is coming whether or not we want it to.” 

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[harrywritingsbyme]

Harry, y/n, and their babies celebrating Easter 😫 egg hunts and baking and painting eggs and all the cute fluffy wholesome stuff. Y/n wearing a cute sundress with nothing else so her and Harry can have a quickie while the kids look for eggs or smth 🥰 -🌺

I loveeeeee😩🥺🥰like Easter with the styles family would be such a cute and fluffy day!! And then ofc you and Harry sneak a lil bit of filth in bc if y’all wouldn’t be harry and y/n😋

[edgecfeden]

open to: f/nb, any connection plot: just some quick special sinday filth !! cw: blasphemy 😇

the church is packed for easter sunday, which isn't too surprising. it does make it a bit of a challenge to find a spot for this, so sydney's grinning as she tugs the other girl into someone's empty office, closing the door behind them. "this should be safe as long as all that's going on out there." they can still hear the sunday service in progress, voice booming in the massive sanctuary, but it quickly fades into the background as sydney leans against the desk and undoes her pants. "ready to worship your one true god?" she says with a smirk, pushing them down her thighs to let the huge shaft of her cock hang out, already thick and heavy even half-hard. "c'mon, get on your knees. let's see if you can say a little prayer for it with my balls in your mouth. i bet we can get something to rise up."

[lady-niennas-traphouse]

Now I Know How It Feels to be God pt 1

Now I Know How It Feels to be God

Writer: Lady Nienna

Genre: lemonade (smut)

Rating: Explicit, part one is just talking tho

Warnings: smut with violence, Freddy gets into trouble and his ego will be ripped apart

Pairing: Freddy x dom female reader

I don’t own Freddy Krueger (legally). Sadly, I don’t get paid.

Songs I used for writing this and setting myself into the mood: Blood Hunger Doctrine (Dimmu Borgir), The Twisted Nails of Faith (Cradle of Filth), Fight Fire with Fire (The Prodigy) Das Me (Brooke Candy), Sabbat Mater (Behemoth), Franckensteina Strataemontanus (Carach Angren)

Title taken from Carach Angren’s lyrics in “Frankensteina Strataemontanus” and I do not own that either, and some Dimmu easter eggs are there, if u find them, you are trve kvlt xD

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(Buckle up, Joey since you have been warned) also I apologize for possible errors in my English I am not native but try my best, grammar isn’t one of my strong points

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PART ONE

It was another one of these nights when you get home from work absolutely done with everyone’s bullshit. You think it must be the fucking final sales that get people so dumb over boring clothes that they start to fight over some ripped jeans. You think that if there would not be security cameras, you would rip them up until their soft little bellies would look like the pants they had been fighting for.

You kicked the little table you had slammed your purse to and looked at it like it was guilty for everything. And maybe it was. Sitting in the wrong place, someone had clearly been in the house and shifted some objects slightly out of place.

Fucking Freddy again, you think. “I know you have been here!” you say, loudly to the silence surrounding everything like a chokehold. “Stop playing around, you absolute fool!”

There may have been a remnant of laughter in the air. Try to fucking play with me and I’ll show you what the Prime Time truly is made of. You didn’t know if he could hear thoughts or not. It did not matter. You would have said it to his face if he’d been in front of you.

Nothing. You click your tongue in disapproval. Fight the dumb work shirt off, throw it to the corner. Your name tag smiles at you, menacingly. Or it smiles at anyone who tries to turn your nights into nightmares, like a certain demon has tried to for the last two weeks. Is it a smile or a warning flash of teeth, fuck around and find out, bitch boy, the thought gives you a reason for a little smile.

LATER, DREAM REALITY

When you wake up, the room feels off. There is a metallic scent in the air. The floor is made of different coloured wood panels than it really is. You want to be sure, take out your pendulum, a necklace with a little pearl. It swings, around and around. And then it swings around, levitating. A trick everyone who has watched Inception knows, how to tell the dream reality and real reality apart.

You have on a little night dress, pitch black stressed velvet. It is sexy and a little bit menacing. There’s something on the corner of your eye, but it disappears when you turn to look at it. There’s a remnant of a presence here. The walls begin to drip blood and fill up with hand prints that turn into real hands trying to touch you, but you fire a row of death stare to them, and it stops.

“You fucking wank-stained, low-class dream fuck-upper! I know you are here so stop playing hide and seek. Unless you are scared of a woman in her nightdress from Agent motherfucking Provocateur.”

You give out a little smile, knowing fairly well that you look good in that outfit. No bra but a matching crimson knickers. Another hand forms up from the ceiling, drops down and starts crawling towards your foot like a lost spider. But there’s something Freddy does not know, and you pull a hammer out of nowhere, spit out a nail. Then you drop down,  nail the hand down, force the nail through living tissue with furious clanks from the hammer. There are shrieks. It hurts. It’s fucking meant to hurt. You twist the nail around a little before giving it a final blow to keep it in place. The hand twitches and oozes out blood and tissue fluid.

It takes Freddy a couple of moments to understand what is going on.

“Bitch??? What the fuck!?”, he is screaming to your ear and holding his injured hand to his chest. “How in Hell are you doing that? This is the dream FUCKING realm!”

“Yeah? And I am a lucid fucking dreamer.”, you stare at him, and it’s a look.

“Oh.. time to change the plan then?”, he has healed his hand and smiles, flirt tingling in the eyes.

“Sure. But a word of warning, dear. You better drop that arrogance or I’ll flay it out of you”, you return the smile.

“Ooh.. aren’t you kinky..” he teases. He fucking teases, you, of all people. “Last time someone tried that, I fucked her up both alive and dead, lovely little night.”.

“Careful”, you keep smiling, return the flirt. “I might be more that you can handle”.

“Don’t think so.. this is my realm, after all. Maybe I’ll make you beg, put that dirty mouth to some good use”.

“Final warning, bitch boy..”, you can’t help but enjoy a little lick around your teeth, and you pull the already low neckline of your night dress even lower. There’s a hungry glimmer in his eyes now, cruel intent behind them. “Another hand down there, or.. tsk tsk.. wouldn’t want a nail through that.”

He laughs, looks at you like he had the winning hand on this. “You seem to like violence, how about I finger fuck you with these?” Freddy raises his gloved hand like a diva.

You give out a little amused giggle. He didn’t get the hint of backing off in time, so there’s only one way to deal with this. The cruel and violent,  heavenly perverse way to deal with him.  

[staycatcher]

Cursed 001

Member: Kim Seungmin x Femme Reader (she/her) (Jisung is also in this, we love wingpeople)

Au: (Dorky/Pure) Frat Boy! Seungmin x Baddie! Reader + Unexpected Soulmate AU [in the same universe as Anguish, no need to read it though!]

Genre: Crack, Angst, Fluff? (she’s all over the place, partner🤠)

Rated 14? for too much swearing, kind-of-stranger danger, getting into mentioned kind-of-stranger’s car (don’t do what y/n did!!), suggestive themes & jokes, hangover & leftover tipsiness, cringe, promiscuous bisexual reader, nothing explicit though!! Also, Jisung is too much I’m sorry

Word Count: 4.1k

Notes: special thanks to @staytion-nine for being a bro and reading & critiquing my full shitty drafts and @strayneoculturekids & @hyunjinssmile for thinking my crack parts were good & somewhat funny way back when I wrote them ilyssssm🤗💞💛

ps, I hope you readers liked/found my easter eggs!!🥴

“Your heart began to sing, sing triumphantly as if you broke some sort of curse- Curse? Wait, hold up. Hold the fuck up. I think he’s my soulmate?! But I can’t possibly have one-”

Cursed series 1/?-  ~001~  😈🤓😳~

Growing up, not a single day passed without your single mother reminding you that meeting your soulmate wasn't going to happen for you. The odds were not at all in your favor, not her’s, not your grandmother’s and not even your great grandmother’s mom; being the youngest girl of the youngest in the family made you carry such a burden. The streak that your family had going on for generations was too strong to break at this point. It’d be a miracle and a half if you ever heard of your soulmate for a fraction of a second. You started to accept by the time you learned how to read, that a life with a soulmate was frankly not in the cards for you. 

To say you were completely and utterly blind-sighted when you met your soulmate, would be the understatement of the century. You lived your whole life with no fear or any expectations of long lasting relationships whether it’s with a soulmate or not. You lived the life you knew many people with soulmates or obsessions with commitment couldn’t live. You lived a life of freedom, focused on yourself. 

Now, it's been three months at this university; three months, and you already have a reputation that precedes you. Contrary to popular belief, you don't like the attention. Yet somehow the spotlight seems to follow you. Though, you would argue you weren’t as charismatic as you were careless. Your carelessness seemed to be your charm and charming you seemed to be.

A groan tore out from your throat when as stretched over to snatch your boots. Jelly legs hobbling all over the place as you scrambled to tug them on, stubbornly not zipping down the zipper which only made it harder for you in the long run. Once on, you trudge on forward, not giving a shit if things were inside out or not, all that mattered to you was going back to sleep in your own bed. You have to remain careful though. You don’t want to go too fast and have stomach acid erupt out of you in aggravation, ruining the Sorority’s carpet and your morning. So, you watched each and every wobbly step as you did your best to navigate your way out of the crowded, trashed halls of the post-party filth. Fortunately, it seemed you’ve risen before anyone else, no conscious creatures for you to deal with. 

The clock struck six o’clock as you strut down Greek row, your steps more firm now, waking you up more with each step. However, waking up meant more hangover symptoms, though you weren’t exactly sober. You made it about four more clumsy steps down the sidewalk before a car slows down next to you. This has happened to you more times than you can count, but never when the birds were fucking chirping. You huff out in irritation, walking faster, thus, less firm as you tried to remain calm. 

Who the hell pulls up to you when it’s fucking sunrise?! Unbelievable. 

You only make it two more steps before the right next to you. Even though you tell yourself not to, your head swivels to look at the driver on instinct. He looks vaguely familiar, you’ve seen those cheeks somewhere but his name is lost on you. You acknowledge him with a questioning look as he rolls down the window.

“Want a ride?” He offers like you’ve known him for ten years and your pets were best friends. You were expecting a catcall but his voice was full of awkward sincerity and a bit of reluctance that couldn’t be faked.     

“I thought chivalry was de-ad.” You choked, giving a nudge with your words to test his sincerity.

“I thought you liked girls more and don’t believe in it anyway.” He dished back. Okay, fair. This guy’s a real one. 

“Touché... Ohhh what the helll-” You huffed, “I’ll take it.” You vaguely recognize him and he seems to know you too so what can hurt; that’s at least how you look at it in the buzzed moment. 

His unimpressive car comes to a smooth stop, you hear the doors unlock and you sluggishly yanked the door open and groan as you slide in, kindly ignoring the mess because you’re not much better. 

 “Did you not party last ni’?” You blurted, looking over at him with a dry smile. As you do, you can really take him in. His dark, messy hair and his cute over-expressive face, topped with a pair of doughy cheeks. Despite the cuteness, there’s not a doubt in your mind this is some frat boy on the college team, though you’re not even sure what team is in season right now. One thing was for sure though, his guns were proudly out of a cut out muscle-t like a living, breathing fuckboy starter pack. Infuriatingly, he pulled it off, he looked too attractive for this time, on the weekend especially. With all that being said, he seriously looks like the kind of guy that should be as fucked up as you are right now. And yet, here he is, behind the wheel looking as sober as a slice of bread.

“Nah,” He starts, getting his foot off the brake and turning back into the road, “me and my soulmate stayed in ‘cuz coach is making practice earlier than usual.” 

Well, that train left the station. “Ahh, that-that's too bad.” You heard yourself pettily trail off. 

“Nah, ‘zall good. I think coach is taking it out on us ‘cuz his wife found out he’s doin’ drugs and gambling again-“

“Do ya have any friends like you?” You blurted out again. 

“Huh??” 

“Do ya got any friends that do things like this?” You grumbled, resisting the urge to facepalm at yourself. Fucking hell, Y/n.

“That go to practice this early? Yehh. The whole fucking basketball te-“ 

“No!” You hiss, head pulsing, his voice is too goddamn loud. “Gentlemen!” clarifying and sulkily leaned your head against the cool window. 

“Ohhh!!~” Then he belts out laughing like a blaring fire alarm, making your entire brain rattle.

“Shhhh!” As you turn to glare at him, you realize your turn was coming up. “Wait!! Turn here!!” 

He hissed and stepped harshly on the breaks. “This one?” 

“Yeah!!-“ it was already too late when you unnecessarily clarified, so he had to turn around and go turn in again. Thank god the streets were dead at this date and time. You’re sure he broke at least four traffic laws.

“Shit, man!! You can’t say that and then expect me to make the turn, I got too excited!!” He was beaming, far too excited for your dumb question and not at all concerned about his chaotic driving. 

“What the fuuck?!?! You’ got a soulmate-“

“No, dumbass!!” He whines like you just missed the best play in the whole game, too bad there aren’t instant replies for day to day conversations. “I have a bro who we’ve been trying to get laid.~” And now he makes the turn, good job buddy. 

“Okay, two stops from now you’re gonna turn left.” It is then that you realize the last part of what he just said. “Huh? Li-like frat bro?”

“Yeah, dude. He’s so pissy I don’t think his hand is doin’ it for him anymore.” The dude laughed at his own joke, elbowing you in the side. Normally you would have joined in and punched him but for some reason, your little fucked up heart started to warm up hearing about this cute frat boy.

“Ahhhh.” And then you laughed a little too late, his wingmanning ass didn’t notice.

“Yeah! And he says books are better than pussy so that’s how we know he’s becoming a lost cause. We’re placing our bets that he won’t get it on until he finds his soulmate.” 

“What a swee-eetheart.~” You hiccupped with dazed eyes and chapped smile. You had to admit, you were endeared. You never heard about a dorky, innocent fraternity boy before, and you never would have thought that it would appeal to you.

“Is it this one or the next one?” 

“This one. So whoo’z this friend of yours-“ Unfortunately you were caught off by a ringtone blasting at the fullest volume making your brain wail in pain, for the second fucking time this morning. 

He just snickers. “Sorry, gotta answer this… Yuh~?” You just huffed and closed your eyes, deflating a little bit. 

“Seungmin?!?”

For some unknown reason, that name made you jolt back up into your seat. ‘Seungmin’, why does that sound so familiar?! 

“Well, speak of the devil!!~” He got too excited and looked at you, and gives you an over-enthused wink. You’re assuming this is the frat bro. “Your car won’t start??~~” This dude, you still don’t quite remember the name of, was really playing this up. For possibly the same unknown reason, him talking to this dude has your full attention. Normally you’d eavesdrop half-heartedly but this time your whole heart started to beat a way it never has before, begging you to soak up as much of this half conversation as possible. 

“Of course I’ll drive my wittle brother!!~... -fuck off a few days totally does count!!- Whatever!! Anyway, fair warning, I became a fucking uber this morning, I’m driving this girl too so prepare yourself!!... Shhh, it’s not a joke! And she’s really hot; make sure your heart and dick are ready.” 

You were about to beat this dude before you vaguely heard the muffled voice on the other line chew him out for you. You couldn’t hold in your smile before you realized; even though you were abnormally giddy, now is not the goddamn time to meet this kid. You looked like you were run over by three different military-grade vehicles and you’re more than sure you had lipstick marks from last night smeared in various places all over you. But most importantly, you were in a limbo of drunk and hungover. You needed way more rest and sustenance before you should interact with anyone of importance. You opened your mouth to scream at him but you were cut off yet again. 

“...Yeah, yeah. Anyways, I’ll turn around now, just for you.~ I’m pretty sure we’re close to her dorm but who cares how late I’m gonna be for practice! I’m making shit happen! See ya in a sec, muah!” If you weren’t high key starting to panic, you would’ve laughed at this dude’s unending ridiculousness. There is no way in hell you’re gonna meet this familiar stranger‘s friend that he’s setting you up with at six fucking a.m. in a frankly disgusting state.

“Do not turn around or I swear to fucking Rupaul-“

“No can do, bro. Besides, you seemed interested in him so why not!?! Be grateful! I’m gonna have to run double the fuckin laps cuz a’ this.”

‘“Why not’?!! I just got outta’ a stranger’s bed and I’m still drunk and somehow hungover too and my dorm is just around the corner-“

“Listen; bros before hoes. Frat legacy.” And with that, he chuckled as he turned the car around for the second time today. You take back the gentleman comment you gave him earlier, he’s a pile shit. 

“I’m gonna fucking jump out of the car-“ you groaned with a bluff, tugging at your smeared face and he smugly locked the doors before you could finish. “Cmonnn!~ It’s too fucking early for this shit, man! Why didn’t I just keep walking or just stayed-“

“I'm doing you a favor!~”

“Dropping me off when and where I asked you to is doing me a favor! That’s literally why I’m in your messy ass car that smells like rancid fuckin’ cheesecake in the first place!!”

“Hey, now you’re just being mean!”

You groaned and glared out the window, opting to ignore him now. This argument had you sobering up. This just really wasn’t it. You resisted the urge to pull down the mirror and see how bad you really looked but, you would rather not know how bad it is. Knowing your past morning afters, you’ve looked a hell of a lot cuter every other time. 

It seems like you’re just gonna have to grin and bear it and let this one go. There’s plenty of bitches in the sea. Bitches that never made you heart skipped like this before- and without you even meeting them-

All you could think about how embarrassing and fucked up this whole thing he’s pulling is as you glare at the passing sidewalks and cars parked at the side of the roads. You wish the passing textured and crumbly neighborhood sidewalks could swallow you up. It’s not often that you felt so burdened at an awaiting social encounter these days. You hated this.

“And we’re here!!” He stops and proudly puts the car into park. “Okay, Siri, call ‘Noodle Bitchass’.” 

The fuck-

-“I’m sorry. I didn’t get that. Would you like me to search the web for ‘Nude space app’?”-

“Ughhhhh. Fuck you!! I said, ‘Call~ Nooo-DiLL BiiiiTCh AAAssss’~~!!!”

 -“Okay. Calling Noodle Bitchass nerd emoji, middle finger emoji in medium tan’.”- You were about to cry in shocked laughter but the guy answered too soon so you had to snort into your hand and curl in on yourself. 

“Yah!! Han Jisung!!” Holy mother almighty, his voice is pure sunshine and honey. Your body slowly uncurled back up on its own. Fuck, okay it’s on speaker. Shit, I can’t even breathe, can’t make a sound.

“We’re here, man.” 

“Hhhhh… she’s not still with you is she?” Is it possible to be attracted to a voice? I think I’m attracted to a voice. 

“Hell yeah, she is! Suck it up, bro. You’re already making me late and she’s fine~!!”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Jisung-“ Oh, good lord. Him swearing really just--

“Get in or I’ll leave you here and set her up with Innie instead.” You just heard the guy sigh and the sound of a facepalm, you’re guessing, before the line went dead. And finally. You could finally howl with laughter, or perhaps it was more like manic screaming in infatuation.  

You have never, in all your years of living felt like this because of a person. Is this what it feels like to be whipped? Fuck, fuck, fuck- It’s like I’m at a concert- but not really and-

You were still in the thick of it when a door ripped open. When you reflexively looked over, all the air that was left in your lungs pathetically wheezed out of you like a sad balloon. 

Then the sensations all hit you.

Wow, okay the drunkenness and hangover is gone? I feel good? I feel alive, I feel the cool late autumn air? I feel feelings; feelings I’ve never felt before? You were light as a mother fuckin’ feather and astounded as all burning hell. You were openly experiencing so many intense emotions, something that hasn’t happened in so many years. 

At that moment your mouth and his gawk right open at the exact same time, not that the two of you noticed. Without any volition, your eyes immediately drown in the other. Okay, he’s actual artwork? He was dressed so cute like he was ready to take some cute aesthetic photos for a dumb little blog. Oh god, he smells like a cup of tea in the forest after it rained?! That’s so specific- but. He smells so lovely. 

His hair was pure angelic fluff and his skin was a light, silky caramel. You watched before your tired, dry eyes, the caramel in his cheeks rise into the purest shade of pink and his eyes widening into adorable little saucers. When they met yours, they were sparklier than any ring on any finger; you swear to god herself, you felt electricity crackle in your veins like wood to the fire.  Your eyes couldn’t pull away, you felt like a giddy little kid again. Whirling with excitement and curiosity as you looked at him all bundled up for the late fall weather. Your heart began to sing, sing triumphantly as if you broke some sort of curse- 

Curse?

Wait, hold up. 

Hold the fuck up. 

I think he’s my soulmate?! But I can’t possibly have one-

That’s when your entire body began to heat up in question. None of this made sense to you. 

How is this possible? How is this fucking possible?! The only thing your brain seems to produce in reaction is unending, spiraling questions. For each and every one of them, whether rhetorical or not, you didn’t have a sensical explanation or possible answer. This didn’t make any sense, it went against everything you ever knew to be true. 

You couldn’t have a soulmate, your maternal lineage fucked that up for you, it was what you were born into without a choice. A perpetual heartbreak, something that started out as merely coincidental to grow into a family burden that carried on precariously. How can it be that for generations, the youngest daughter in the family never got to meet their soulmate until now, until you? You were on the brink of a fucking existential crisis. 

Seungmin seemed shocked as well, though leagues and leagues below the ballgame you’re dealing with right now. He looked shocked; appearing delightfully surprised. Shocked as if he wasn’t expecting to be surprised with a present on a random and unimportant Wednesday, not shocked as if he just broke a generations-long family streak. 

Before you can continue these heavy ass thoughts, Jisung blasts out an interruption yet again.

“I CAN’T FUCKIN’ BELIEVE THIS!! I THOUGHT I WAS JUST HOOKING UP MY BOY AT ASS CRACK IN THE MORNING!! BUT NO!! I FUCKIN’ FOUND HIM HIS SOULMATE!! AND IT’S Y/N OUTTA ALL PEOPLE!! Y/N?!? SEUNGMIN?!? THE UNIVERSE REALLY PAIRED THESE PEOPLE TOGETHER?!? OUT OF-” 

“Jisung, shut the fuck up.” To your surprise, it was Seungmin who interrupts ‘Jisung’ and not you, as he gets the rest of the way into the messy car. His put-together ass looks completely out of place in this shitty car, it made you try to hold in a smile as closes the door with barely restrained enthusiasm. 

Before he turns back, you force yourself to face forward and try to calm the hell down and calmly reassess the situation. 

Alright... You met your not plausible-soulmate, out of all places in time and space, in the car of a kinda-stranger who offered you a ride home in the early-ass morning after getting laid at a sorority party. 

Okay. Great. This is great.

You cleared your throat and tried to remain cool. “O-okay, awesome. Where ar-are we heading to first?” Okay, that wasn’t entirely cool but maybe you can blame it on literally everything else wrong with you in this situation. 

“I don’t know, man. I deadass wanna just skip practice altogether and-” Jisung was interrupted by the sound of a camera’s shutter. You instinctively whip your head around towards the sound, only to be met with Seungmin camera-handed. He has the fucking nerve to take two more in the time it took for you to whip around. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?” Your voice ripped out of you, croaking out like an enraged toad. He then takes the final picture as you’re screeching at him. This just kept getting richer and richer. First, Jisung’s bullshit, then life-altering realizations that you broke some sort of generations long streak of not having a soulmate, and now your seemingly miraculous soulmate taking unexpected, embarrassing photographs of you in the worst state you’ve ever been in?

“Taking your picture.” He grinned with a shrug, no guilt or shame to be seen nor heard. You could not hold in squawks of disbelief. His pride and excitement seemed to only grow at your bewilderment, he had the nerve to do a precious ‘hehehe’, the kind that little kids do after they steal a cookie from the jar. 

“Give me that!” You sneer as you go to savagely rip it right out of his perfect hands. However, the two of you seemed to be matched in more ways than one; neither of you would budge, equally as strong as the other. 

“No way! You’ll delete them!!” 

“Yeah, exactly!! ‘No way in hell will I let you keep pictures of me like this!” 

“‘No fuckin’ way will I let you delete them!”

You gritted your teeth. “Then let me take pictures of you!!!” And then you can sneakily delete-

“Yeah and then you’ll delete yours.” How the fuck did he know-

“Seungmin, just give her the goddamn camera so I can drive and drop your hormonal asses off before coach murders me.” 

There was a raging fire in Seungmin’s eyes as he slowly and painfully let go of his forsaken camera so you could tentatively take it. Upon retrieving the camera your fingers accidentally grab unto Seungmin’s. Resulting in a little static shock zap, startling you and heating up your cheeks immediately with a jerk and a hiss. Seungmin reacted similarly, blinking like pink dust blew into his eyes to land on his cheeks. Your hand yanks it back towards you before you even realize it. Jisung was far too excited to watch this drama unfold right before his wide eyes. 

 If this was a normal day for you you’d jump to delete those humiliating pictures of yourself immediately, looking nothing short of the cheshire cat. But this was evidently not a normal day in any sense of the word, so, what you did was unlike you. You huffed out a breath to encourage yourself before slowly raising the camera to your dominant eye and focused the lense as best you could. 

At least I can photograph how irritatingly handsome he looks at this hour. 

You took the first picture, zooming in on his now grouchy, but still stupidly handsome face. Then you zoom out as far as possible, hoping to take in this entire scene in front of you, his angry posture in an adorably preppy outfit, this messy, disgusting car and how out of place he looks in it.

“Only two more.” Seungmin huffs with an eyeroll and by some divine power (perhaps the same divine power that made this odd miracle happen in the first place), you clicked fast enough to get some of that petty behavior visually documented. You pressed down twice, sadly that was your limit you agreed upon.

You didn’t even look at the pictures you took nor the ones Seungmin took so that you wouldn’t be tempted to delete them. It felt like you were committing a saintly act; as if simply taking his picture like you said you would, without deleting anything made you pure and free of sin. Perhaps this twisted reality of somehow defeating the ancestral odds had you feeling undeservingly self-righteous.

“You better not delete yours either.” You sneered once more, before jabbing the camera back into his sweatered chest. This time you were determined not to turn around again, you couldn’t risk him taking any more pictures. You also aren’t entirely sure you could handle seeing his stupid perfect face once more. This was an outrage and this was your way of protest. Also, an unspoken miracle, but enough of that.

You swiveled your head away from Jisung and Seungmin, fully leaning into the cool window and began to count the street lights and stop signs. As the grueling seconds ticked by the more concentrated you tried to be. Soon enough the concentration turned sleepy and before you knew it, you were knocked out. All your adrenaline fueled energy depleted.

All through your protest-turned-snooze, Seungmin couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off of you. He couldn’t help but find it endearing how you could be an absolute riot only to pass out three minutes later. It hurt how cute he found you, no matter how scandalous you seem to be. You seemed so genuinely shocked, it made him want to cry. And he’s also fairly certain that this isn’t new to you, you not only partied all night and regularly. And judging from the markings on your skin, you might’ve done a little bit more than party last night. In fact, it might’ve even enticed him, might’ve gotten him a little hot under the collar. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that he already whipped and he hasn’t even caught your name.

[lucidpantone]

Ciné anon here! I absolutely agree. The way the director is able to show the emotional numbness that Tiff is experiencing right now is beautiful. We always have the feeling that it is cloudy outside, that state of not really pure greyness and rain nor warmth and sun. It is very clear especially when we have the shot of the school and we can see clearly that the sky is clear and it is sunny but the image just feels cloudy and cold. Chefs kiss for that. And the yellow tones in the gym, the first time we actually see Tiff being connected with someone and present. Also the use of the American Gothic painting in the doctor’s office. It feels that they look at Tiff with that austere, puritanical stare. Maybe a hint of what is about to come. Regarding the new time stamp it is nice that they changed it, I agree. It feels more pungent and more present so I wonder if time will be of significance this season.

more cine anon: Cine anon here! That question about the tag for cine anon didn’t come from me. But I am glad that we have a tag now where we can discuss the little directorial Easter Eggs of the SkamUniverse. I read the analysis you rebloged about Skam France and I am glad we agree.

Ok back to screaming about the beautiful camera work on skamfr cine anon. Like tell me that yellow golden warm tone as Max and Tiff sat by the canal wasn’t fucking stunning. I was like ok Shirley girl we see you girl 🤓 (she strutting into skamfr reading baguette to filth with her beautiful camera work). She giving us some of that pretty golden coloring. Look how cute and adorable do these two look!!

I aint made at it sis. Not one bit. Also lets talk about this blue. How Max and tiff always rock that complimentary blue and on the boat ride everything has a hue of blue on it. I see you Shirley, she thinks we don’t see her subtle nods. Nah nah nah this aint my first remake sis. I see you!!!

Also lastly Shirley loves the close up. She is a sucker for a tight frame front facing close up and you know what I kinda of dig it. Gives me like indie vibes, a very immersive feeling to it. I think she may play with the close up a bit similar to arthur and his 7am wake up call and we see Tiff during various emotions via the close up. Like I said so far i am very impressed. Shirley came into this season prepared to snatch a wig.

Also I ship tiff and max..(i know, i know).... so bite me!

[daydreamindollie]

UPDATE!

Hey Dolls, 

It’s me again, I’m so sorry I’ve been dead for several months now but here I am! Unfortunately, I don’t have an official update for you (as in an update for a story or a new oneshot or something) but just to give you some reassurance about my progress, I’m here to tell you what I’ve been doing. 

So, here’s just some quick background on the happenings of the previous few months where exam season is slowly creeping up. I have two 2-hour mock exams to prepare for (psychology and biology) but I also have to complete my second project for art on micro-macro before I begin my component one to carry into the summer holidays. So school is busy but I’ve also been needing to do a lot of university searching and getting my work experience done. I actually did my work experience during the two-week holiday I was given for Easter but that took a week so I was really pressed for time. 

To add onto that *le sigh* I’ve gotten really sick recently and it’s only getting worse by the day, which I don’t understand because I’ve taken medicine for it!!! It’s so frustrating! But you know, whenever I get sick, I really have no motivation to work on both school and my writing because I just want to sleep in bed and slowly die in my filth, so that’s slowing me down more than other works are, which I HATE! 

Despite ALL OF THAT, however, I’ve gotten some work done for you! It’s not ready to be posted though but I’ll gladly tell you all about the progress. 

I’ve planned all four scenes with all the events I want happening in it. I’m about to start scene three and am at 3.3k words 

There’s a lot of fluff and some minor development in the relationship between Reader and Jungkook, there’ll also be some development in the relationship between TaeTae and Jungkook as well so look out for that! 

Here’s a little teaser for you simply because I like spoiling you guys ;) 

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself too, Jeong,” you demand in a soft and beautifully fragile voice that has Jungkook leaning in ever so slowly closer, his urge to connect his lips with yours becoming instinct whenever in a situation where you’re looking up at him with those beautiful wide eyes, rosy cheeks and plush lips, he swears you’re silently begging him to devour your mouth with his own in a passionate dance. 

“I promise…” he whispers back, lips brushing against yours as both your eyes slowly start to close, breaths momentarily stopping as if hypnotised by each other’s eyes, daring the other to initiate it kiss first. Before either of you could follow through, however, you were interrupted by a very loud shout. 

I’ve planned around 4/5 scenes, I’ve just finished scene one and just realised that I have to do some more research so that there’s more accuracy but some delay in the writing process. But it’s currently at around 1.1k words. 

This is a bit of an angsty chapter, especially for those of you who are animal lovers but there’ll finally be some progress in Reader’s and Yoongi’s relationship 

Again, here’s a little teaser sample for you lovelies!

“Shhh…” he hushed in a husky voice despite his best attempt at reducing his rough speech into something soft just for your comfort, “it’s going to be okay…” his arm rounded your figure and brought you into his warm, tight embrace as he gave you a handful of moments to calm your heart-breaking sobs, “she’s in good hands, trust that they’ll do what’s best for her,” you nod meekly into his chest, following with a soft whimper as you cling onto the back of his shirt. The presence of time ceases to exist as you stand there hugging yourself tightly to your neighbour and expel all of your tears and sobs into his chest, soaking his shirt but he doesn’t mind. 

“Th-thank you, Yoongi,” you whisper with a sniffle as you look up at him with a rose-dusted cheek pressed to his chest, your eyes big and glossy as an adorable pout had your lips looking plumper than usual. Yoongi’s heart skipped many subsequent beats as he stared down at you, very well aware of the blossoming blush on his cheeks but unable to turn away; had you always been this cute? How could he miss that about you?  

PHEW! Planning this was so exhausting because I’ve never written smut before!  And Silly Me didn’t split it into scenes but I can assure you that it’s all planned out...the only problem is that I think I might change it again, sorry! But it’s only at 0.8k words, I’m so sorry!!!! 

But here’s another teaser, keep in mind that these teasers aren’t grammatically edited yet so please excuse the unpolished state of these teasers x

The more you avoid him and the more Namjoon is left to his own thoughts and queries, the quicker he’s beginning to connect the dots. It was the same day he had finally allowed your heavenly name to pass his lips during his ministrations for the first time since the very beginning. It was always the little things that you did that turned him on more than any other girl on campus has been able to, not even the perkiest cheerleaders, the smartest biologists or the most compassionate artist as been able to stir and tangle his nerves the way you have been able to. In your oversize shirts and jumpers, shovelling junk food into your mouth as you moan in bliss and smile happily at the entertainment you have playing on the screen before you, the innocence you display is inversely proportional to the amount of unadulterated lust you evoke within him. 

There’s just something in the way you lick your sweet pink lips clean, ridding them of the crumbs of your snacks; he can vividly imagine the way they would look lapping up the last droplets of his cum after you’ve sucked him off like the good little girl he knows you can be. He has played with the idea that you have nothing but your oversized shirt protecting you from his wandering hands even though you’re clearly wearing a bra and shorts underneath, it’s just more exciting to him if there’s a possibility that if he were to slip his hands underneath the tauntingly thin fabric of your shirt, he’ll only be met with supple softness, ready to be tainted by his fine hands. And taint them he will if you’d ever let him have the chance to. One time, several months ago, you actually weren’t wearing your bra underneath your shirt and it drove him up the wall, he was so close to you and seeing your perked nipples making an obvious indentation through the fabric made his hands itch to just reach over and squeezesqueezesqueeze your fleshy mounds until he had you squirming underneath him. Those are things he’s been able to grow some immunity to, especially after flushing out his frustrations through, somewhat, unsatisfying personal sessions with himself. However, it’s your unintentionally arousing moans that always trigger something dark and sinister within him, he’s always tried to imagine you moaning his name aloud but has to refrain from doing so or else he’s sure he’ll jizz in his pants - a dry orgasm was something he wasn’t eager to experience, yet. 

So this is a Jeon Wonwoo x f.reader oneshot I’ve been working on that’s part of a oneshot series that’s based around an alternate universe I came up with. I’ve planned 8 scenes for it and I’m half way through scene 4 and am already at 5.2k words. 

The teaser I’m about to give you is far longer than the rest but I’m just really proud of the alternate universe I was able to come up with that I feel is just so unique. I really want to show you guys how it’s coming along and get you fired up as much as possible so you can pester me to finish it and get on with the other 12 members’ oneshots for this series too! 

In a universe where people carry around their hearts, with some wearing them on their sleeves and others tucking them into the breast pocket of their blazers and out of people’s sight, Wonwoo appeared to be the only one adamant at keeping his at home and off his person when moving about. It wasn’t as though he was embarrassed by his heart or anything, it’s just that, carrying around his heart like most people usually would, was a heavy burden on him, literally. Everyone’s heart had a trait that matched the personality of the person they represented and, although they were all as unique as the person that owned them, they all had a similar trait. They were unbreakable - harder than diamond and more precious than any jewel. Despite this physical resilience to external forces, they can be fractured by one thing and one thing only: heartbreak. 

Wonwoo’s heart was much like the rest in this quality, however, his had undergone a phenomenon he’d prefer to keep to himself rather than alert the cardiologists, who specialised in the field of hand-held hearts. Before his first heartbreak, Wonwoo’s heart was soft, in any way shape or form. Its surface was smooth like the finest silk and it was rather sizeable too, almost reaching farther than his fingertips when held in the centre of his palm. Not only that but his heart had the viscosity of fluffy marshmallows. Looking back on the time his heart was of that state was laughable because it directly matched his personality: funny and sweet, soft and malleable to any given situation. Now, however, he was hardly like that now and so was his heart.

Heartbreak really changed him as a person and usually, people who suffered through that would go through therapy or counselling with their heartbreaker in order to avoid any desperate change their heart and they, themselves, would make in response to the pain of heartbreak. Sometimes, breaking another person’s heart was punishable as a crime simply because of the adverse effect it can have on an individual, and so, it was always taught to children at a young age that when given the responsibility of another person’s heart, they should handle it with the utmost care. Wonwoo never had the pleasure of going through therapy or counselling for his heartbreak; he merely didn’t want the pity that came when people found out that he had gone through something like that, and he knows for certain that many people would be alerted of his suffering. If people had ever once been heartbroken in their lives it was put in their medical records as a signpost that their heart was more breakable now than before, he also didn’t want the sympathy of others if he were to enter the heartbreak clinic. He just wanted to avoid all the trivial attention. 

And so, Wonwoo left his heart alone, to change and morph into stone. He didn’t know what stone it was but it was still as unbreakable as ever, with the exception of the damage heartbreak had brought - he wouldn’t dare test that out. Alongside the change of his heart, Wonwoo also made a drastic change in personality; now he was mostly silent and stoic, inclined to keep to just himself and his group of friends. He had become as quiet and still as his heart of stone. 

This series isn’t out yet but it is in progress. It’s going to be a really long series that’s gonna have a lot of chapters and will possibly be an OT7 x f.r fic, I don’t know, maybe I’ll make it a member-centric in later chapters - again, it’s still a work in progress. I’m still planning everything out. 

I might tweak some of the storyline because I don’t think having the entire thing progress over five years would be easy to do, unless I want to make multiple sequels for it, so like Harry Potter or something but no, that’s not gonna happen, unfortunately. I just won’t have the time. 

But here is my inspirations list and what I’m directly finding inspiration in, just so that you can have a feel of what I want this series to be like:  

- anime: Fairy Tail (Tournament + Powers)

- Harry Potter (Magic School)

- Hunger Games(?) (Tournament Style + Filming of events)

- Pokemon(?) (Mini Battles)

I’ve planned the ending (although it might change), the concept and workings of magic circles, the AU’s background/history, Elemental Stereotypes, the magic school’s background and I am in the middle of creating the members’ as well as Reader’s character profile. 

I’ve also gone ahead and planned the first year of their school, although this could change because I want to take away the years that this would be progressing through and make it more straightforward. 

This...I’ve been planning this for a while but haven’t really gotten to writing it yet. I’m hoping to make it into a mini one-shot series of Royal Encounters *wink**wonk* that’s subtly linked to each other. 

This could end up being an OT7 x maid reader or individual members x maid reader but yeah! I’ve planned out all of the ‘encounters’ in bullet point format and hope to get to writing it for you Dolls soon! 

SO I’ve been really busy, haha, despite being dead these few months, I’m so sorry that I take so long to post anything, I’m also sorry that I’m bad at building a relationship with you guys by not making casual posts like this often, where I can talk to you freely. 

I guess, I just don’t feel like I’m an interesting enough of a person for you guys to be interested in talking to me in such a way. I also have many silent readers, who I appreciate a lot, but I guess that just reassures me more on the topic of ‘being silent with readers is okay’. 

But please, if you have a question like ‘Are you still alive Dollie?’ or ‘how’s this work coming along?’, feel free to message me! I’ll happily reply as soon as possible! And it’ll draw my focus back onto what works I need to continue writing. 

You’re my inspiration too, not just our beloved idols.

Anyway, that’s all from me! I hope you’re all looking forward to what I have in store for you.

Much love, 

Dollie x