#but at the same time would anyone like to take a lightly used uterus off my hands

[baekhansol]

relief & reassurance

pairing: san x reader, wooyoung x reader (both san & wooyoung are doms, reader is sub)

genres: comfort, angst-ish, smut, completely self indulgence | rating: mature ! do not interact if a minor

word count: 3812

plot: you're feeling down, and your boyfriends try to make you feel better

warnings: depression, self hatred, skin picking disorder, body weight insecurity, polyamourous relationship, nipple/ breast play, fingering, sex toy usage, oral, bdsm themes, doms/sub relationships, orgasm denial & control, squirting, spanking, choking, biting/marking/slight scratching, a bit of hair pulling, slight teasing, use of pet names (princess, good girl), bulge kink, creampie, unprotected sex (please be safe!!), doggystyle, praise kink, multiple orgasm, pain kink(?), threesome, use of the color light system (just check-ins, no safe word use), subspace, and sweet sweet aftercare - as usual, let me know if I missed anything!

a/n: this is a very very self indulgent fic. a very special thanks to @sugasbabiie for beta reading this for me and pointing out some things that I needed to change 💜💜💜

You felt disgusting, broken, and just downright depressed. You were supposed to hang out with San for the night, but he was running late. So you went ahead and ordered takeout, getting his favorite. Ever since you started dating him and Wooyoung, you would take time to have a date night with them separately and together. That way, you wouldn't always be the victim of their teasing.

You hear San unlocking the door, so you do your best to act fine as you go over to greet him.

"I'm glad you're finally here!" You say, pulling him into a hug.

"Hi baby," he says, his dimples appearing as he hugs you back. "It smells delightful," San adds, pulling back and looking at you. His eyebrow twitches, and you're afraid he is going to ask what was wrong, but instead, he takes off his shoes.

"I'm glad! I bought your favorite barbecue, and I think it might still be warm," you tell him, clapping your hands once as you go to check, San trailing behind.

"Did you already eat?" He checks, looking at you sternly as he breaks the wooden chopsticks.

"Yes, and if you want proof, it's in the trash can," you say, looking down and away.

"Alright," he says, his voice softening immediately. "Go turn something you like on, okay? I'll eat and then clean up."

You nod and kiss his cheek, going back and turning on the show you've been marathoning. San comes and sits next to you, eating and half-heartedly paying attention.

You lean against his shoulder and curl up into your blanket, trying to relax. Your insecurities were getting the better of you.

When San finishes his food, he kisses your cheek. "I'll be back in a few," he says, and you know he is going to shower.

"Make sure to brush your teeth!"

"I will," San responds with a chuckle.

When San returns from cleaning up, you hadn't realized you zoned out from the show and started crying. He turns off the TV and pulls you into his lap slowly, giving you the opportunity to pull away.

You don't, so you end up letting out a soft sob against his chest. San soothingly plays with your hair and rubs your back, letting you cry while saying soothing words in your ear.

"It's okay baby, let it out. I'm here for you, don't worry. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?"

When you’ve calmed down enough, and you blow your nose, San finally asks, "What has you so worked up, Y/N?"

You sigh, looking away and shaking your head.

"I just want to help," he assures you, "So please, tell me."

He wipes your tears away with his thumb, his own eyes full of concern.

"I've just been… feeling really insecure and hating my body," you murmur, looking away. "I hate that I have a stupid skin picking disorder. I hate how fat I am. I hate my stretch marks and my stupid eyes. I hate that I have two incredibly attractive boyfriends, and I'm just a potato," you rant, getting overly worked up to the point you start crying again.

"No, no, no, no, precious no," San says, his heart breaking as he sends a quick text to Wooyoung (get your ass over here asap).

"You're so beautiful, okay? We are all humans with flaws. Woo and I are idols, so that's why you think that. Remember my high school and middle school photos? I'd probably look worse than that now if I weren't an idol and could spend lots of money on skincare," he says with a slight giggle, handing you tissues again.

You take it and blow your nose again, groaning slightly. He just had to be logical.

"And I love all of you. I love your sexy body. I love your personality. I love the way you think and talk; how you see the world. I love your pretty eyes. They can see, you know? So you can see me," he giggles at that a little, gently kissing each of your eyelids.

"I love your pretty lips," he says, running a thumb over them. "I love your body. There's so much to cuddle, and you're soft and even better to cuddle than shiber, but don't tell them." At this, San gently starts caressing your body.

"And you know, your sweet tummy isn't going to be flat like mine. It's hard work to keep abs, and I generally don't eat before we perform to keep them there. Because when I eat, bye bye abs," he tells you, pulling his shirt up to show you how his stomach was just smooth and soft.

"And for your tummy," San begins, laying you down on the couch and pulling your shirt up to kiss it. "Your pretty tummy holds your uterus and the most precious parts of the entire female reproductive system, your ovaries and eggs. And right here," he kisses under your belly button, getting closer to over your pubic bone, a very sensitive spot for you, "right here is where all the magic happens."

You quirk an eyebrow, waiting for him to explain as you feel your cheeks heating up.

"It's where a baby will grow, if we decide to have one, and it's where your body let's you know it's reproductively healthy," he starts, kissing lower and lower each time, until you're biting your tongue to hold back a moan. San picks up the change in your state, swallowing the need to smirk.

"And your legs, your beautiful legs," he murmurs, massaging your feet and up your calves. "They carry you around all day and are so pretty." San kisses your shins, then slowly up your inner thighs, making you squirm.

His strong hands hold you in place as he continues worshiping your body. "You're beautiful thighs," he murmurs, nipping them. "They hide something beautiful between them, but even on their own…" San tries not to groan, as he can tell he is growing hard by your soft gasps. "They're soft and lovely to rest my head on, like your breasts, and I could spend all day marking them up. I love the way they jiggle like your ass does when spanked," he adds, looking you in your eye as he rubs your thigh, what he normally would do before spanking you.

When you nod, he gives them a resounding smack. This time, you don't hold back your moan.

He takes your hands in his, kissing your palms. "Your beautiful hands are perfect to hold, and your arms giving the best hugs, but don't tell Wooyoung or really anyone I said that," San giggles a little again, kissing up your arms, nipping here and there on the soft flesh.

"I know you hate how you pick at your arms, and I know how hard it is for you to control that impulse. But I want to help you, and I assure you Wooyoung feels the same way, okay?" he assures you.

You look away, more embarrassed than aroused now. "Precious, I asked you a question," he says, turning your chin to make you look at him, his dominance coming out.

"Yes sir," you say, biting your lip.

"You don't have to call me sir right now. This is about you. Now, can I make you feel good?" He whispers, his thumb ghosting over your lip as his knee ruts into your core.

"Please," you sigh, wondering if he would ask first or if he would make you beg.

Your word pleased him, as he immediately picks you up and kisses you deeply, carrying you to your bed.

“I love you so much; you know that, right?” San asks as he sets you down on the bed, helping you out of your shirt.

“I do,” you say softly, looking down as your face heats up.

San plants another sweet kiss on your lips, then slowly down your neck.

“Your soft skin is so kissable,” he says with a little giggle, nipping and sucking lightly, just enough to leave slight marks for the day. He undoes your bra, laying you back on the bed as his mouth travels down your decolletage, his hands caressing your breasts.

“You’re so precious to me, and I love all of you,” San assures you. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ll say yellow if you’re uncomfortable? Red if you want to stop?” he adds.

“I love you too,” you whisper, looking down at him lovingly. “And I always will,” you assure him.

He immediately takes one of your breasts in his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing your nipple, causing you to moan out his name.

He smiles against your skin, giving the same attention to the other breast. San begins to kiss down your stomach, humming while he does.

“I love your soft tummy,” he murmurs, looking up at you with utmost sincerity in his eyes. “It makes you extra cuddly,” he giggles.

You blush, not sure how to respond until he hooks his fingers beneath the waistband of your shorts.

“May I?” San asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes please,” you say, raising your hips to help him. He ends up taking your underwear off as well, a somewhat sheepish smirk on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, his tone rather unconvincing.

You roll your eyes as he spreads your legs, his eyes going face to face with your heat.

“Can I eat you out?” he bluntly asks, his warm fingers opening your folds.

“Please,” you say, letting him position your legs better as he immediately licks your folds, kissing your clit.

You let out a soft whine of pleasure, falling back onto your bed and allowing yourself to relax. San continues to suck on your clit, feeling your arousal start to drip onto his chin as you clench around nothing. Before you could beg for more, San’s tongue enters you, lapping up your arousal and easily hitting the spots that make your orgasm begin to quickly grow. San’s nose rubs against your clit, and he smirks as you grind against his face.

“San~ Sannie~ ah~” you moan, causing him to chuckle softly. The vibrations make your toes curl, and you gasp and grab the sheets.

San reaches up and takes one of your hands in his, gently squeezing it in reassurance as he continues his ministrations.

As you start feeling closer to your orgasm, San stops. He stands up, causing you to whine.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done yet,” he says with a gentle laugh. San opens the drawer where you kept your sex toys and lube, and he takes something out you can’t quite see.

“What color are you?” he asks.

“Still green,” you assure him, trying to smile for him.

San kisses your forehead before going back down on you, this time putting his fingers inside of you. He turns on the bullet vibrator he took on a low setting and presses it against your clit, smirking when you groan his name and buck your hips.

“God, you’re so sexy like this,” he murmurs, kissing your thigh.

You whimper in response, boosting his ego. San turns up the setting on the vibrator, relishing in the power he had over you. He was glad he could help you feel better, even if it was only temporary. Which he hoped it wouldn’t. He wanted his words to have comforted you.

“I’m close-” you begin, your toes curling and thighs shaking.

San immediately pulls his fingers out of you and turns off the vibrator.

“San, what the fuck?” you whine. You weren’t being bratty; you were just confused.

“I promise I am still doing this to make you feel good,” he assures you, setting down the vibrator. “What color are you?” San asks.

“Green,” you admit, causing him to smirk and go back down on you.

After being denied twice, the coil built into a strong pressure, causing you to furrow your brows and whine out his name, being more vocal than usual. You almost feel overstimulated, but he holds your hips in place with firm hands so you can’t escape.

“San, fuck, I’m gonna- fuck!” you nearly sob, suddenly orgasming harder than you have in the past.

He lets you ride his tongue through your orgasm before he pulls up, a confident smirk on his now rather wet face. “I made you squirt,” he says proudly.

“I-?”

“Squirted, yeah,” San smugly confirms, standing up and sauntering to the bathroom. You’re not sure what he is doing in there, but he soon comes back with a dried face and a damp washcloth.

“I want to keep going,” you sheepishly admit.

He nods and cleans off some of the mess, tossing the washcloth into the hamper. “Let's take off the blankets then, yeah?” San says, helping you stand as he strips off the blanket.

You sit back down and look up at him, pulling him in for a kiss when he comes back. “I want you inside me,” you say softly, tugging at his pants.

“Be patient, you will,” he assures you, pulling away to undress himself.

His self-control never failed to surprise you because as soon as he got rid of his clothes, his hard length stood erect.

He hovers back over you, laying you down and kissing you sweetly. San grinds against you to test how sensitive you were. When you shivered, he stopped, continuing to gently kiss you.

San pulls away after a moment in order to align himself with your entrance. “I love you so much,” he tells you, sliding his tip in.

“I love you too, San,” you assure him, gasping as he continues to enter you, stilling only when he was fully seated inside.

“See, your tummy is even bigger now,” San giggles, rubbing your tummy.

“Are you trying to get me to say you have a big cock?” you giggle.

“No, but I wouldn’t be offended if you did say that,” he responds with a giggle of his own.

“San, please move your big cock,” you tease a little, laughing softly.

“As you wish, princess,” San teases right back, beginning to move at a comfortable, intimate pace.

You move your hips in tandem to his thrusts, gasping softly as he brushes your g spot.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life,” San says, praising you sweetly. “You’re an amazing person, and I can’t believe you love me back.”

You feel yourself blushing, unable to say anything besides soft moans and whines.

“You’re so beautiful. Like this and any other time. You’re always beautiful,” he assures you, reaching down to start rubbing your clit.

You grab onto his bicep that was holding him up, whimpering his name.

“Good girl,” San groans, reaching down to capture your lips in a kiss. “Go ahead and cum when you need to, don’t hold back,” he adds, picking up his pace ever so slightly, knowing you were growing close.

“I- oh, fuck,” you whine, your nails digging into his bicep as you orgasm.

He continues to thrust through yours, and San soon releases inside of you.

“You couldn’t wait for me to get here?” You hear Wooyoung cry indignantly.

“How long have you been there?” San asks, pulling out of you and cupping your cheek before rolling onto the bed next to you, giving you a view of a very irritated and flustered Wooyoung.

“Long enough to start getting hard,” Wooyoung complains. You glance down to his crotch, and there was a definite tent in his pants.

“Well, this wasn’t the original plan,” San begins, and you are quick to look at the floor, taking great interest in the carpet suddenly. “Y/N was feeling depressed and very insecure about her body, and it just happened to lead to this,” San explains, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“You did?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes snapping to you.

You don’t look up at him or say anything, but you nod a little.

Wooyoung doesn’t say anything, but you know he walks over in front of you. His fingers grip your chin and tilt your head up. “I asked you a question,” he says, his eyes hard.

“I… yes…” you say, sounding uncertain of yourself.

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, waiting expectantly.

“I… don’t like myself?” you tell him, your words coming out as more of a question than a statement.

“Y/N,” Wooyoung says, trying his best not to sound disappointed. “You’re an amazing person. The best partner we could ask for. I don’t know what exactly is wrong, and I would love to talk about that later if you want. But I love you so fucking much, okay?” Wooyoung’s eyes were a little glossy, and you could tell how much he meant his words. He wanted you to feel better.

“I know… I love you both too…” You say, holding onto his arm before leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

Wooyoung holds you close, deepening the kiss. “Is it okay if I have a turn?” he asks you, his hand resting on your hip.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you whisper, rubbing your noses together.

“I love you so much,” Wooyoung says, mostly to himself. He then asks, “Can I be rough?”

“Yes, I’ll say if it’s too much,” you assure him, Wooyoung and San both nodding.

Wooyoung is quick to undress and is soon guiding you onto all fours. He spreads open your legs and cheeks, watching San’s cum drip out of you. “You didn’t use a condom with San?” he leans forward and whispers into your ear.

San shrugs, knowing it didn’t matter since you were all clean and you were not likely to get pregnant.

Wooyoung pulls back and smacks your ass. “I love the sight,” he groans to himself, teasing your entrance as he smacks your other cheek. “I love how your body reacts to me,” Wooyoung says, grinning as you arch your back up, trying to get him inside of you.

“You had San, and you need more?” Wooyoung teases, slowly entering you.

“Yes, I need you too,” you gasp out, getting fistfuls of the sheets as you hold them to keep yourself up.

“Good,” Wooyoung grunts, beginning to harshly thrust into you.

“You’re making such a mess with your pretty cunt,” Wooyoung laughs a bit sadistically.

“Just for you, just for you both,” you manage to get out, angling your hips so he would hit your g spot.

“You’re such a good girl for us both, and you’re so fucking perfect,” Wooyoung groans.

San scoots up closer to your face, tilting up your chin to look at you. “You okay?” he whispers. “Color?” He knows Wooyoung could get a bit carried away at times, so he wanted to check.

“Green,” you choke out, your arms giving in on a particularly strong thrust.

Wooyoung slows his thrusts and grabs your hair, pulling you up and moving his hand to your throat. “You’re beautiful, Y/N. We are so lucky to have you,” he whispers, rolling his hips into yours.

You nod a little, your orgasm building again. Wooyoung hums softly and starts thrusting faster, grunting softly in your ear before he decides to suck colorful marks onto your neck and shoulder.

“That’s our girl,” he murmurs, reaching down to rub your clit as he squeezes your neck.

You gasp, your thoughts going blank from the slight lack of oxygen to your brain.

“Go on and cum on my cock, princess,” Wooyoung urges you, biting down on your shoulder as he squeezes your neck a little more, searching for his release.

At the slight increase in pressure, your body explodes, and you cum, your fluttering walls encouraging Wooyoung’s orgasm.

He lets up on your throat and clit, thrusting a few more times to ride out your highs. Wooyoung pulls out of you and helps you lay down, cupping your cheeks.

“How are you feeling, baby?” Wooyoung asks, cupping your cheeks.

You’re zoned out, blissed expression was a dead giveaway of your state, as you felt high and floaty.

“Damn, if I had known you were going to come and fuck her like that, I wouldn’t have made her squirt,” San says with a sigh, getting up.

“You did? Without me here to watch?” Wooyoung groans.

San shrugs, heading into the bathroom and drawing a bath.

You watched the two, not quite able to make out their conversation.

When Wooyoung picks you up, you gladly lean against his chest and gently hold him. He leads you into the bathroom and sets you in the tub, which San had filled with a bubble bath. Wooyoung kisses your forehead, and San squeezes your hand, saying something.

San stands up and sighs, looking at Wooyoung. “Don’t leave her alone like this. I’ll wash the sheets,” he tells him.”

Wooyoung lets you play with the bubbles and soon gently washes your hair. “You’re doing so good,” he says, rinsing out your shampoo. “Our pretty girl,” Wooyoung adds, smiling. “Turn a little to face me, and I will wash off your makeup~” he says, putting the cleanser oil on his hands.

“Okay!” you giggle, turning and closing your eyes.

Wooyoung is gentle as he massages the oil into your skin, singing to you softly. You hum along with the tune, letting him rinse off the oil and use your regular cleanser.

“Are you ready to cuddle?” San asks, coming back into the bathroom and now fully dressed.

“Cuddles~!” you say, nodding immediately.

Wooyoung giggles and unplugs the drain, readying a towel.

“I have your favorite pajamas ready for you,” San says, smiling.

You let out an excited squeak, reaching out to Wooyoung to help you up. He gently grabs your arms, helping you find your footing before beginning to dry you off.

“Will you finish her up?” Wooyoung softly asks San, wrapping you in the towel before picking you up.

“Yeah, go clean yourself up,” San says.

Wooyoung kisses your temple and goes to the bathroom, and San helps you into your pajamas.

“You pretty princess,” he says, pulling on your pink pajamas.

“Mhm, your princess!!” you confirm, nodding.

San smiles, plugging in your hairdryer.

“You are the prettiest princess I have ever seen,” he assures you, brushing your hair before adding essence to it.

“Then you’re my… prince?” you ask, glancing up at San as he picks up the hairdryer.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” San assures you, turning on the hairdryer and drying your hair.

Before San finishes drying your hair, Wooyoung returns and lays on the bed next to you, rubbing your back.

Once finished, San unplugs the hairdryer and turns off the light. Wooyoung pulls you under the covers, holding you in his arms. San joins you, kissing your cheek.

“I love you,” Wooyoung murmurs.

“We love you,” San corrects him, smiling.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Fic: Relief

Frankie “Catfish” Morales x female reader (cishet, no y/n, no kids, reader is on her period)

Warnings: Mutual hand jobs during period, blood is mentioned but not featured. Cramps described.

Summary: Frankie knows how to deal with cramps. Frankie's got you.

You exhale a sigh of relief when you step underneath the hot spray of water. Shuddering at the sudden heat of the shower, you tense up for a second before relaxing and turning your face up towards the stream. As you get used to the temperature, you turn up the heat a little more and carefully rub your lower back and stomach to spread out the warmth over the bloated, aching parts. You got your period this morning and have spent the day with a nagging ache radiating from your stupid fucking uterus. Towards the evening, the cramps worsened and you didn't eat much during dinner. Frankie had suggested you take a shower and an early night, let him worry about cleaning up, but you were loath to just let everything go because of something you've experienced once a month for over half your life. Besides, this wasn't even the worst your body could throw at you: you were still functioning. Uncomfortable, yes, but not bedridden and vomiting. After a few chores, however, you figured you had done enough for the day, and decided to take Frankie's advice.

The hot water relaxes you and for a long while, you just stand underneath the stream, eyes closed and one palm resting on your lower abdomen, relieved that the shower is taking the edge of the pain, but you're still feeling swollen and sore. Finally opening your eyes, you reach for the shampoo just as the door opens and Frankie comes in. He’s wearing only a t-shirt and boxer briefs, and proceeds to shed these quickly before getting into the shower booth with you.

”How’s you, gorgeous?” he murmurs into your ear, slipping his arms around you from behind.

A little flutter in the pit of your stomach brings forth a smile on your lips, and you put the shampoo bottle away.

”Surviving.”

”I know you’re in pain but fuck, I love it when your tits and ass swell up like this.”

He moves his large hands to your ass cheeks and squeezes, before trailing his fingers lightly up your sides and to your front, covering your breasts. He’s a lot more careful with them than with your ass; experience has taught him that if he’s too rough when they’re tender, he’ll get punched in the face. (For real: you were once taken by surprise by his well-meaning but slightly too rough grip, the sudden pain making you startle in a perfect backwards headbutt. He got a nose bleed and you felt awful, but he felt worse, not from pain but for having hurt you.)

”It’s not as bad as it was two days ago. I wouldn’t even have let you touch them,” you let him know, the flutter in your stomach intensifying when Frankie brushes his fingers over your stiff nipples.

”I know, and it’s torture. They were bigger two days ago. But I just have to make do...”

He trails kisses down your shoulder, one hand staying on your breast and the other wandering down between your legs, finding your clit. You exhale in a soft sigh.

”I’m bleeding a lot," you warn him with a low moan. ”And I’m sore, Frankie, I... I don’t want you in me.” You feel awful for telling him this because you usually always want him in you, but right now, you would just be uncomfortable. It's not the blood, it's the overall uneasiness.

”Don’t worry baby, I know what you need,” he whispers in a low growl, his breath hot on your ear. You feel him grow hard against your butt, so your lean back, pressing yourself against his dick, just as he starts to rub your clit gently with two fingers. Sparks run up and down your body as you let out another sigh before turning your head so you can reach his mouth. You find it, but also get hit full on in the face by the shower, so you giggle and wipe at your eyes. Frankie chuckles as he redirects both you and the shower head before pressing his lips to yours, kissing you like only he can, lightly but with commitment. You've never been with anyone who could kiss like Francisco Morales. Then again, you've never loved anyone as much as you love him, never wanted anyone like you want him. Never been safe enough with anyone to want them so much, so bad, so fully.

He pinches your nipple a little too hard, and you bite his lip in return. You both grunt and fall back.

”Sorry,” he smiles. You smile back.

”No you’re not...”

You reach behind yourself, find his dick, and start to stroke it. Frankie leans his forehead to the back of your head, breathing audibly, his hand working faster between your legs. You moan and find the wall with your free hand to support yourself. The dull ache of your cramps is now shadowed by the escalating pull in your groin and despite the hot water, your skin prickles over for a moment, your arousal manifesting in goosebumps that quickly disappear in the stream of hot water.

Frankie's breathing is shallow against your ear, echoing your own, both of you breathing more audibly, exhales turning into small, short moans as you take each other closer to the edge. You're finding it difficult to work Frankie's hard dick with your hand awkwardly reaching behind yourself, but he doesn’t seem to have any complaints. You think dimly that if this doesn’t work out, you can suck him off once you're undone. He’d like that. Or...

”Wanna cum on my ass, baby?” you invite him in a breathless whisper. ”Wanna cum on my round, soft ass?”

”Fuck,” Frankie groans, flipping a couple of wet, heavy strands of hair out of the way before kissing your neck and sucking into the skin. You hiss and do your best to jerk him off faster, but your hand is no longer functioning optimally as you're closing in on your orgasm. You don't want to grab him too hard, so you let go of him and braze yourself with both hands against the tile wall. Panting, you bite down on your lower lip and hold your breath –

– and release a low keen, a tiny shudder traveling through your body as the orgasm relaxes and tenses you up, simultaneously, wonderfully. Frankie doesn't give your clit a rest when he grabs his cock, taking over where you left off.

”Cum on my ass, baby,” you beckon him, breathless and still riding the waves of your orgasm, ”that’s it, cum on my ass...” You tense up again, your fingers clawing helplessly on the walls without finding a grip, and your legs shake as you mewl your way through another release.

Despite the flowing water from the shower, you feel the hot spurts of cum on your ass cheeks. Frankie curses in a strangled voice and releases your burning bundle of nerves, slapping both hands to your hips and pulling you to him, pressing a gasping, open-mouth kiss to your shoulder. You feel him tremble about as much as you yourself are and very carefully, you take your hands off the wall and put them over his. You lean back and feel his chest heave against your back. He murmurs in appreciation at the contact.

”Damn, baby.”

”Uh-huh.”

You turn around and wrap your arms around his neck, gazing into those wonderful brown eyes of his.

”You’re so good to me,” you say sincerely. Frankie smiles softly, sliding his hands down to your ass.

”It’s because your ass is awesome,” he grins before dipping down to kiss you. ”And because I love you.”

He helps wash your hair, something he's done plenty of times before but still makes you purr with pleasure. You return the favor and it gives you the same kind of gratification to see how much he appreciates it as well.

After the shower, when you're dry, warm, and dressed in pj's, you go to the kitchen to put your rice heat pack in the microwave. Your cramps have subsided considerably, but you still want to keep your belly warm.

"You hungry?" Frankie asks, rummaging through the fridge. "You hardly ate anything."

"I'll have a cup of tea. Eating makes me so gassy," you grimace. It doesn't matter what you eat during your first two days on your period: your stomach turns upside down.

”Okay, baby." Frankie goes to the cupboard where the coffee and tea are stored. "The pink box?"

"Thanks, yeah, that's the one." You accept the box of tea from him, and your big teacup. Frankie fills the kettle with water and turns it on, before leaning against the sink.

"Wouldn’t want you to fart in your sleep all night,” he teases you with a little smirk. ”I’d send you to the couch immediately.”

”Here we go,” you sigh theatrically as you move into his embrace. ”Total asshole as soon as your dick’s back in your pants.” You kiss his nose before giving it a little nip.

”I was so good to you only thirty minutes ago," he reminds you, feigning offense. You scoff, but you also can't help smiling widely. He's always so good to you, every day. You can't believe your luck.

The microwave pings and you pick out the pad and grab your tea. On your way to the living-room for an uneventful rest of the night on the couch in front of the tv, Frankie catches you in his arms. Pressing his sharp nose to your neck, he inhales deeply and hums in approval.

”Feeling better?”

”If I say yes, are you gonna be a smug asswipe about it?”

”You bet.”

"Then no, I feel like shit." Sweetly, you bat your eyelashes at him. "You're going to have to make at least a bit of an effort."

"I like a challenge."

He follows you to the couch and not even half an episode of Parks and Recreation later, you're admitting that you feel a lot better. Another two episodes, and you're asleep against his side.

[idrils]

just got my period so i’m clearing my calendar for the rest of the to include only 2 things, Suffering and Eating a lot of bread

[marvelmadam08]

Baby Blues 11/?

Summary: Ace goes to his first doctor’s visit, and Alex checks in with her doctor.

Warnings: First shots, crying, doctor visits, slight jealousy. Fluffy Dad!Chris content. Body insecurities, health concerns, and mentions of sex.

A/N: Rest in Power to Chadwick Boseman, our Black Panther and King. He gave us so much while battling cancer, not just Black Panther. The work he has done in the amount of time he had left a mark, and cannot be replicated. Chadwick Boseman has been such a force in Hollywood that no one could ever forget him. My heart goes out to all his close friends and family.

Also, let’s not make this about Black Panther 2.

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6 Weeks Old

“I mean they can program a robot to perform surgery on a grape but they still have to jab a n-e-e-d-l-e into my baby’s skin for vaccinations.” Alex glared at a few of the other moms in the waiting room, eyeing Chris up and down with Ace. 

Chris fed him while Alex filled out the medical file. He was noisy drinking from the bottle, but he took to bottle feeding easier than Alex expected. She watched from the corner of her eye, Chris was a natural, jumping right into action whenever Ace needed something. Seeing him walk around the house with Ace never got old. He was always singing songs to him, some made up. Alex’s favorite so far was the one called ‘Doggies Are Friendly’, in attempts to get Ace to warm up to Dodger. No luck.

Overall seeing Chris Evans with a baby was enough to get any woman excited, and willing to give him more. So she could understand the gazes he got from the other moms, but that didn’t mean she had to just sit there and let them undress her husband with their eyes.

“Al, he can’t understand you.” He watched Ace, unaware of the extra eyes lusting after him

“He’s intuitive Chris, he knows what I mean." Alex frowned, thinking about the how upset Ace would be once he got his shots. She always thought her mother was being overprotective when she was younger but now she understood it completely. She could hear him crying now, and the thought made her eyes sting.

Chris finally looked up, after hearing the infliction in Alex’s voice ”What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t say that, we’re not gonna bottle up our feelings.” 

She half shrugged “I guess it’s a mental thing. I mean I know he has to get the shots- I just feel like I’m a monster, purposefully putting him through pain.”

“Baby, it’s a required check up, the first of many shots down the road. You aren’t a monster, you’re a mother.” 

“Evans?” the nurse called out from behind the counter

“Are you gonna be okay?” Chris asked as they stood, shifting Ace against his shoulder to burp him

“If you’re asking me if I’m gonna cry, I’m making no promises.” she quickly admitted

Alex hovered over the nurse while she weighed and measured Ace, and checked his heartbeat. Ace’s face when the cold stethoscope touched his chest was adorably deadpan. However, Chris was the one with all the questions, discussing development stages with the nurse the entire time. Going over Ace’s feeding and sleeping routine, asking if the amount of sleep was too little or too much. Would changing the baby wipes would cause any rashes. How soon would it be before hiding out if he was actually allergic to food or animals. And he jotted it all down in his phone, Alex stopped the nurse short when she offered to give Chris her number for any future questions.

“Al, I can hold him.” Chris offered once it was time for the vaccine shots

“No, it’s fine. I can handle it.” She kept Ace’s head turned away facing Chris. The nurse took a step closer, syringe in hand, Alex moved away slightly. “Sorry.”

The nurse tried again, Alex turned the other way.

“Mrs. Evans, I need you to stop moving him.”

“Al-”

“Okay, you hold him.” she conceded, before handing Ace over to Chris

She chewed her nail and watched from her new spot. Ace cried the second the nurse stuck him, Chris felt tears rising to his eyes. He went to wipe them away before anyone could see but more spilled over hearing the cries getting louder. Ace fidgeted against Chris, a heartbreaking attempt for him to move away from whatever stuck him.

“It’s okay baby.” Alex did her best to soothe him while the nurse prepped for another shot. She looked up at Chris, his cheeks wet but he kept his face straight, Alex wiped the tears away from her husband’s face before repeating “It’s okay baby.”

Seeing Ace’s lip poke out while the nurse moved in to stick him again nearly made Chris go into full defense mode, but he bit the inside of his cheek when the crying started again. Ace’s, not his.

“It’s okay honey, we’re all done with the shots.” the nurse soothed, covering the puncture points with small smiley face band-aids

“Yay, all done!” Alex clapped while Chris kissed the top of his son’s head to calm him “You okay?” Alex gave her husband some comforting back rubs

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He sniffled

"Good because now we have to go to my appointment."

***

After chewing down the nails on her left hand, Alex was half through her right one when she was called into her doctor’s exam room. Chris offered to go in with her, but she quickly declined, knowing she would have to be undressed for part, if not most, of the check-up. She done her own self-examination last night, seeing how different she looked down there. 

She didn’t want to be vain about it, but the first thing that popped in her head once she looked was how much she needed to get a wax. The second was equally as vain as it was humbling when she thought about having sex with Chris again. Her husband, AKA, Captain freaking America, who could eat to his hearts content and still come out looking as cut as the day she met him. Alex wanted to kick him and kiss him at the same time.

“Well Alex,” her doctor spoke, going over her notes “my main concern for you right now, is your blood pressure. It’s a little higher than usual, what’s your diet like at home?”

“More red meat than before, loads of pasta.” Alex paused to think “I tried string peas, y’know just for research purposes, surprisingly good.”

She chuckled “I tended to lean towards the squash when my first kid was born, but peas were a close second. What about stress?”

Alex shrugged “Fine, I guess. I mean, I can deal with it.”

“Alex, you can’t take this lightly. Stress can be just as harmful as smoking, for both you and your son. You are still breast feeding right?”

“Yes, and I started pumping.”

She jotted down some more notes “Mhmm, and how’s that going? No issues? Low milk supply? Pain while nursing?”

“Aside from the nipple chaffing, not really.” Alex picked at her nails, her doctor noticed

“Alex, I can’t help if you’re not one hundred percent honest with me. It’s bad enough we have doctors that downplay our symptoms because of a bullshit theory that Black people, specifically Black women, have higher pain tolerance. Don’t put on a brave face, not when it comes to your health.”

“Well when you put it like that- I hate pumping, I hate feeding sometimes too. It’s like a bunch of pins and needles sticking me when I do it, just sucking the life out of me. I don’t recognize my body anymore, and I’m warning you now, it’s not pretty down there. As for the stress, my husband and I have been fighting over what’s best for Ace, and our marriage. Which makes me concerned for when I go back to working. My Dad damn near broke his back, my son won’t sleep for longer than an hour, and I think he hates our family dog.” Alex exhaled a sharp breath 

“You feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“If you don’t like the feel you have when pumping when why do it?”

“Chris wants to be included in feed Alexander, my son, which I get. He’s gonna be back and forth between working and home again, so he wants his chance to bond with him.”

“But breast feeding is also uncomfortable to you?”

“Only when he fights trying to latch, but once he does and he’s calm, it’s worth it.”

“Have you ever considered formula? Lots of new moms do it, even rotated between that and breast milk. It’s actually proven to help both the mom and the baby.”

“We’ve talked about it, I voted against it.”

“I’m not saying you should, ultimately it’s your choice, but I will recommend, giving it a shot considering the stress you might be going through.” she scribbled down a few more notes “Now physically, how do you feel?”

“In my vagina?”

“There too. Please scoot forward and lay back for me.”

Alex followed orders and put her legs in the stirrups “Mostly tired, out of everything I’m exhausted. I’ve been walking to try and slim down a bit, but the weight isn’t going anywhere.”

“That’s to be expected, a lot of new moms hope for the baby weight to drop right off.” Alex’s doctor explained while pulling on her gloves “However, a lot of it is your uterus trying to shrink back to it’s regular size after being stretched out for nine months. Perfectly normal to like your body isn’t the same anymore, because it’s not. It gets easier the more kids you have.”

Alex chuckled “I don’t plan on having another one for a while.”

“Are you taking birth control?”

“No, Ace’s spit up on my clothes is all the birth control I need right now.” Alex shifted slightly “Plus I don’t really get in the mood too often now a days. Not sure if it’s emotional or mental but I’m just not ready to bring intimacy back in just yet.”

“Well physically, you’re good to go. Stitches are all healed, no signs of infection or tears. I will recommend going easy though, as well as a birth control, in case your mood changes.”

“Thanks, what do you recommend for my marriage?” Alex asked jokingly

“I have an acquaintance who’s a marriage counselor. I can give you her contact information if you like.”

“Um- I think I’ll pass this time Doc.”

“Okay then, I’ll let you get dressed and just talk to Toni at the desk before you leave to set up your next appointment.”

Chris stood once he saw Alex reenter the waiting room, Ace was fast asleep in the carrier.

“What did your doctor say? How are you doing?”

Alex did her best not to hesitate “A little concerned about my diet, said my blood pressure was a bit high, but overall-”

“Are you okay?”

“Chris, let me finish.” she gave him a reassuring smile “I gotta fix my diet, limit my stress and my blood pressure will be fine.”

“What did she say about- other things?” he hinted, a light blush creeping to his cheeks

“Well- my insatiable husband- I should wait a little longer. Nothing is wrong it’s just what she recommends.”

Chris nodded “Okay, not a problem.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders “We’ll wait, doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders.”

[decayingphoenix]

From the Desk of Decaying Phoenix: The Ripper of Sin City P. 3

         Welcome back my little chicks for another horror filled story. Tonight as we celebrate Valentine's day, I feel it's time to continue our little Ripper of Sin City tales. For tonight's I must warn there will be some more than triggering content, blood, gore, drugs.     "Ah yes, Valentine's day, a day where everyone is off buying flowers and candy and expensive dinners, but some are busy with other pleasures."     A voice echoed through the empty hotel room; the smell of tobacco filling the place like cheap cologne.     "Soon, I'll be on the hunt, perhaps, yes, why not tonight? I can find a willing participant for my game."     A grin grew on the person's face as the ashes fell off the cigarette like leaves in the fall. They got up from the chair and walked over to the closet, hangers shifted noisily in the crypt like room.     "Ah, yes, this one will do for tonight."     The person walked to the shower, the water came to life and roared like a lion. They washed themselves attempting to hide the smell of blood and mask their intentions. They hummed as the water fell on them, each drop slapping against their bare flesh like hands on drums.     “Ah all clean.” the person said as they dressed in the nicest clothes they owned, a spray or two of something to smell nice. Having found a new victim they sat down for dinner and talked. She has just a lovely future ahead of her, that is to say she had. She didn’t know her future was about to be snuffed out like a candle. “My dear you have such a lovely neckline. I don’t suppose you’d allow me a better look at it?” He asked softly yet seductively. She blushed and lowered her dress a little more. “Like this?”    

 “Yes my dear, I love it. So tell  me more about yourself, I love the sound of your voice.” He said as he watched her talk thinking what he was going to do to her in a matter of time.     

 “Oh, well I am about to become a doctor, I just started medical school.” She said beaming lazily running her fingers up and down her cleavage.

    Dinner had been uneventful, they had decided to go to a room he had, she was light headed from the wine at dinner, and easy to lead, like a lamb. He opened the door to a magnificent room with a large bed, chandelier, fireplace, large couch, and white carpet. Her eyes grew wide at the sight of the room, she stumbled in and onto the bed, and sprawled out getting comfortable. The drugs he had slipped into her drink had started to kick in, she was slowly losing feeling in her limbs.     

 “Hey, what’s happening?” She said weakly, I can’t move my arms, or legs.”      “Oh, yes, that’s because I need you to be very still for what I plan on doing next, you’ll become my finest piece of work.” He said smiling as he pulled a bag out of the closet.   

   “Oh, are you one of those kink guys, I would’ve co-operated if you had asked.” She said pleadingly.      

“No that’s not what it is.” He said putting a gag in her mouth. “Perhaps I should introduce myself. Some people call me Jack the Ripper.” He continued as we drew medical tools from his bag. The terror grew on her face as she saw the tools taken out. He licked the blade before lightly running it across her neck. She shivered as the cold steel made contact with her flesh. Her pleading eyes fell upon his cold gaze and he smiled, he licked his lips and pressed a little harder watching as the crimson fluid started to leave her body.     “Try not to die before I finish.” He said, his voice having lost its softness only to be replaced by a low gravelly tone. “I do enjoy my work, and it’s been so long, so I will take my time with you.”     He left a thin line across her neck from the blade. Using the same tool he cut off what little clothing she had left, setting to work. He took his time removing her clitt, watching her body squirm and flail about as she tried to escape to no avail, the tiny sensitive piece of flesh fell off with a light pull after having had a knife passed through it multiple times, the fresh wound squirted blood like a dying fountain. Her eyes started to flutter as she started to go into shock, but he would have none of that, no, instead, he administered a shot of adrenaline to keep her awake. She was going to be in for quite a night, but sadly, she would not live to see daylight. With the freshly removed clittoris he set it in a small preserving jar, he loved to keep his prizes, next he moved onto her outer lips, and with the patience and precision of a skilled surgeon, he set to slowly remove them, that which she had used to make men do what she wanted, that which she used to make a living she would lose and in the most grotesque way. As the knife cut slowly into her flesh her muffled screams and pleas of help fell upon dead ears, there was no help coming for her, soon her lips were gone as more blood left her body, her body quivered as she commenced to cry to herself damming her life choices. The knife stopped and she had hopped it all over, soon she would find out she had only gone through the easiest part of the night. The knife fell onto a small tray making no noise, only to be replaced, by an older more rusty blade. He loved his work, he loved watching the sense of relief on their faces fall away at the sight of his next blade. This girl had seen a lot of bloodshed over ker time and soon it would be adding more to it. He set to work carving out the rest of her vagina, if it would be that. He took his time one slow cut at a time, it was painstaking work, but soon he’d cut around it and was now cutting deeper into her body to remove the more than dead organ. He could almost see it, her uterus, that which made what she was, a woman, a giver of life, it would soon be his. He could hear her breathing slow, knowing she was close to death, just a little longer he thought, just stay alive a little longer. Another shot of adrenaline woke her once more the amount of pain she was in was insurmountable, never had she felt such pain, never would she again feel anything. Her vision blurred just as he reached what he was looking for, the uterus, once in his hand he gave it a squeeze and started to take it out. Once out of her body he smiled, and tucked it away in another jar. Dizzy from blood loss and delirious from pain, she was left a mangled living corps. He dipped a gloved finger into the pool of blood and scrawled out a message.     “My dear, you have been more than a willing participant in my evening's event, alas, it must come to an end, I do want you to know how much I appreciate your contribution to my work.” He said as he kissed her sweat drenched forehead, “but now it’s time for us to go our separate ways.” He said as he slit her throat with the rusty blade.     She gasped for what little air she could get, her life ending in such a way, was cruel, even for a streetwalker. As she bled out he put away all of his tools, cleaned up after himself, and made it as though he had never been there. The only proof anyone else had been in the room, was the message left in blood.     “Jack the Ripper”     The headlines were all the same everywhere you looked, ‘Jack the Ripper, back from the grave?’     The Ripper smoked in his hotel room satisfied with his work, everyone knew he was back, the next thing he had to do was find a patsy to take the fall.     Well my little chicks, I suppose we will be expecting more from our friend Jack, I hope after tonight’s story you’ll all be able to sleep. I know I’ll have some trouble, but remember, this notorious murderer was never caught, and no one ever knew what he looked like, that is to say no one but his victims, perhaps you will be careful next time you wish to meet a stranger for a night out. 

[maximows]

Against the Odds - Chapter X

Half of McDonald’s menu,

MASTERLIST (mobile) AO3

Warnings: fluff and adult language

„What if it hurts?” I whispered, staring blankly into the wall. “I mean, I’m putting some stick up my uterus.”

Chris squeezed my hand and wrapped the other around me. “It’s about an inch long, very thin and much more comfortable than taking a pill every day. Also, you took a lot of painkillers and they’ll give you numbing meds, alright?”  

I decided to get an IUD as a new method of birth control, because lately I have been forgetting to take my pills with me and didn’t want an accident to happen. We had once spend almost two weeks in London and because I didn’t have my pills with me, Chris actually had to run to get a condom a few times, then eventually got a small box of them and that was when we noticed how much sex we are having.  

“Can we go to McDonald’s afterwards?” I asked, nuzzling my face against his bicep. “I shouldn’t eat junk food, I don’t want a break out on my face before the wedding…”  

“We’ll get the food and then I’ll make you drink enough water to get it out of your system.” He promised. “But we also have to pick up the rings.”

“Mhm,” I mumbled as I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“With the wedding rings?”

“IUD is much more permanent than pills, I haven’t thought about when I’d want to take it out and, uh, try…” I explained.  

“Put it in and don’t think about kids right now, ok? I’m fine and I’m going to wait for you to be ready and be as comfortable as possible until then. But please don't make wait until I’m 50.”

I sighed and smiled at him. “How are you so perfect, you sick fuck?”  

The doctor came out of her office and invited me in. “I know it sounds weird, but there’s really nothing to worry about. After it’s been put in, you might feel period like cramps for a few hours and it’s done.”

She put on her gloved and shoved me the object. “I know that ‘opening the cervix’ sounds horrible, but it’s not a baby, IUD is very thin and after I give you numbing meds, you won’t even feel it.”

I nodded lightly and sat on the hair. I wore a skirt and Chris' sweater, so it would be comfortable for her to access and so I could smell Chris' scent, which is soothing for me.

She put a cold gel around the area and waited some time before getting to work. “So, is it actually easier to get pregnant after taking out a IUD rather than after pills?” I asked.

“Definitely. Even with hormonal IUDs, they aren’t as invasive as pills. I’ve had patients who got pregnant during their first cycle after IUD.” She answered, already starting to do something around my crotch, but I figured she was just preparing me.

“Oh, okay. So, if I wanted to keep it for like a year and then take out, then even the hormones shouldn’t affect my ability to get pregnant?”

“Not at all, it doesn’t work the same way pills do. Technically, you could get pregnant right after taking it out. With pills, even if you forget one, it shouldn’t be a problem. You provide your body with such a big dose of hormones that it takes time for it to wear off completely,” she explained. “You might feel a little uncomfortable right now.

I felt something, like a pulling sensation, which I couldn’t really describe. I figured she was preparing me for the procedure. “Aaaand... it’s done.”

I opened my eyes and saw that she was actually taking her gloves off. “Is it, really?”  

She smiled and nodded. “Stay like this for a few moments. The numbing meds I’ve given you might make it a bit hard for you to walk now, so I’d suggest you wait a few more minutes. Also, it would be great if your partner could help you walk.”

“Oh, he wouldn’t leave my side anyway, so that won’t be a problem.”  

Soon she told me I was ok to go and let Chris in. He looked at me with a concerned face. Even though he kept calming me down earlier, he was probably more nervous than I was. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I didn’t even know it was happening, I’m alright.” I smiled and sat up on the chair in order to get up. Chris wrapped his arm tightly around my waist and tried to put all of my weight on him, but it felt like I was able to walk normally, so I wouldn’t let him.  

We walked slowly to our car and Chris opened the door for me. “I should’ve got a ‘brave patient’ badge’.” I said as Chris started the car.  

“I’ll buy you half of the McDonald’s menu for being a brave patient.” Chris smiled.

“Only a half of it?”

“I would buy you the whole restaurant, but I’m a hundred percent sure that in a month you would complain about not fitting into your wedding dress and blame it on me.” He laughed.

When we arrived at the jeweller’s, Chris hopped out of the car and went there to get our wedding bands. They had already been altered, so I didn’t have to go with him. I scrolled through the songs on my phone and played something. When I put my phone back, I looked ahead through the windscreen and saw a photographer taking photos in the distance. I sighed, putting my sunglasses on. The last time we were caught by photographers was the night before Chris’ birthday and that started a shit storm of people against both me and Stella. People were doing everything to find out if there’s any evidence of Chris cheating on her with me. It became so awful, that Chris had to stop having his daily checks of Twitter, because stuff about us was all over it. I actually asked Hannah to release a statement a few days after it all blew up, because I was so sick of the messages and e-mails.

“I have been asked by my client, Emilia Dawson, to release the following statement:  

I have never been overly concerned about details of my private life coming out, because I do like to share some of it with my fans and followers. Unfortunately, now I am forced to share some of the details as for the last few days I have been one of the main topics of conversation on social media platforms and media outlets and both my loved ones and I are tired of it.  

I met my partner in February 2014 at a party thrown by him for some of our fellow Marvel actors. I had only been a part of that cast for a few months and only knew a couple of fellow Brits there. We spent the majority of the next day together as well as the next few weeks, when we were able to take some time off from our commitments.

I am releasing this statement to deny some of the accusations that have apparently been made against me and spread by the media, without being fact checked.

Shortly after meeting my partner, I have been made aware of a break up he went through two months prior to our first meeting, which directly meant that he was a single man. There was also no way anyone had been living in my partner's house in February 2014.

If the rumours that are being spread have a an actual source, other than a very creative mind of a gossip site ‘journalist', I would like it to also release a statement citing reasons for why they would come up with lies like that and spread them.

As I am one hundred percent sure that all of this information is completely false, I would like to say that from this day onwards, every news outlet that shares any of this nonsense, will be sued. If (or when) I win the case, the money will be divided between animal shelters.”

Chris didn’t like the statement or me getting involved in this case at all. But to be honest, he didn’t have much to say – all of the articles portrayed me as a homewrecker and skipped over the fact that it takes two people to have an alleged affair. Although there were some people who wanted to ‘cancel’ him because of this, the majority only looked at my supposed behaviour and called me various names because of it.  

The statement and ‘suit threat’ worked – gossip sites stopped the articles and the only people that couldn’t let this go were some of Twitter users who seemed to just love drama. Chris had messaged Stella, asking to get involved and at least deny the cheating rumours, as ‘we all knew this isn’t true’, but she wouldn’t do that. He said that she was probably just petty, because he didn’t propose to her in the 5 years they dated on and off. More so, he never even suggested they move in together. And it only took him less than two years to propose to me. He always said that it was because it felt like Stella was a bit distant and she wasn’t treating their relationship seriously, so they were both wasting their time until a one day came and he decided that he’s had enough. In my opinion, she was just trying to play hard to get and it went a bit too far.

“I called you,” I heard Chris say as he entered the car. “Don’t tell me you were thinking about that thing again.”

“Maybe,” I murmured, looking down at my phone to discover 3 missed phone calls from Chris. “What did you want?”

“They had a few boxes to choose from and I didn’t know which one you’d like.” He explained showing me the dark green one he picked. “I thought this one would match our theme the most.”

I raised my eyebrow. “We have a theme?”

“We’re getting married in Norway, of course we have a theme.” He laughed. “So, is this one alright?”

“Perfect,” I smiled. “I think our relationship is having a great impact on your taste.”

Chris grinned and started the car. “I know it for sure.” He leaned in to kiss me. His lips captured my lower lip and I moaned lightly as his teeth bit on it lightly.  

“Don’t do that,” I whined. “ We’re supposed to last 4 more weeks without sex.” Chris ignored me and deepened the kiss, his hand travelling to my face to hold me closer.  

“That was your stupid idea,” He murmured against my lips. “The only reason I agreed to this is because you made it into a bet and I’m always willing to participate in a bet I’m sure I’m going to win.”

“We’ve been through one week of sex embargo, we can do 4 more.” I said, placing my hand on his chest and pushing him away gently.  

Chris leaned back on the driver’s seat and sighed. “We’re not even married yet and you’re denying the love of your life sex already.” He said jokingly. I knew he was kidding, because he was as eager to see the outcome of this bet as I was.  

I came up with this when one time were hanging out with our friends in our garden and Scott said that in the nearly two and a half years of our relationship  we’ve had as much sex as a regular couple would have during a lifetime. Somehow that has led to us coming up with the idea of not having sex for 5 weeks before the wedding, which is also the same time we waited until our first time.  

It went on and on for some time, until we arrived at the drive though at McDonald’s and I got busy reading the menu. “Baby, give me a maximum amount of items I can get or I’ll go crazy.”

“Ok, you can get 4 things and that’s including a drink and something sweet,” he said.

I sighed and chose chips, some double burger (because he didn’t specify the size) a cookie and a Coke. Chris quickly drove back home, so I could eat my junk there. Dodger greeted us happily and jumped around us, asking for some loving.  

We all laid down on the couch, in front of the TV. I had my comfort food on my lap and placed my feet on Chris'.  

“So have you decided on our honeymoon destinations?” I asked after stuffing my mouth with chips. “I know mine.” We decided to have a 4-week honeymoon and go to four places and spend a week in each one. Both of us were supposed to choose two places. “I bet it’s someplace cold.”

“Keep up the attitude and it will get colder.” I snapped. “We're going to Iceland and New Zealand.”

“Oh, that’s a jetlag nightmare,” Chris sighed. “I chose Italy and France.”

“That’s so cliché, hubby.”

For the next two weeks we were so busy with wedding preparations that we didn’t even have time for sex, so the bet turned out to be useless. Chris spent one week away in Atlanta, doing additional shoots for Gifted, while Claire and I took care of the finishing touches to the ceremony. We were supposed to fly in 2 days before, to see the preparations and have our bachelorette and bachelor's parties there. Although we invited around 50 people, not all of them were able to attend and the final number was about 40 guests. We rented a few cabins for them in a resort near the spot we were getting married in. Ours was a bit sedated just to make sure we had a bit of privacy for our wedding night.  

I have to say, I was starting to get a little bit nervous and everyone said it was because I haven’t seen the venue or anything, but that wasn’t it. I was nervous because I was getting married to the most eligible bachelor in Hollywood. The purest man of them all. The man who files in early for me, because he knows I’m not feeling well. The man who decides he’ll wait for me to be ready for children, even though he has already waited a long time. He’s changed so much for me and I wanted to repay him.

I knew he wouldn’t even dare to mention it, but I decided to change my name to Emily Evans. I was torn between this and Emily Dawson-Evans, but I figured that if we’re already causing such a stir in the media, we might as well start the Evans clan.

Chris joined me at the airport for our trip to Bergen. He was a little bit tanned from filming, with a new haircut and a groomed beard (although it doesn’t require much grooming). The producers were very lucky that it was a look he wanted to go with for the wedding.  

“Hello, my intended,” He grinned as his arms slipped around my waist to give me a welcome kiss. “How have you been doing this past week?”

He gave me a loving kiss on the lips and then pressed his lips against my forehead. “We’re one plane trip away from being married.”

“It’s a bloody long trip though,” I chuckled. “We’re leaving LA at 1PM and will be in Paris at 9AM European time, then 5 hours at the airport and another 2 hour flight. We’re gonna need to nap a lot.”

“Napping is my second favourite thing to do with you.” He joked.  

Even though we were never fans of this solution, we decided to rent a private jet in order to make the trip as comfortable for Dodger, as we could. We realised that we were spending so much money on the wedding then we might as well treat ourselves and have a nice flight alone to Norway.  

Although Dodger was quite used to travelling by now, he still required some attention during the take off, but was fine once we were allowed to unfasten our seatbelts. As soon as we could, we went to the bed. Dodger laid down next to me, while Chris was behind me squeezing me into his body. He pressed his face into my neck, inhaling my scent. “I can’t believe they’re going to take you away from me right before the wedding.”

“It’s so you can get shitfaced and run away while you still can.” I joked. “And so the girls can ask me about our sex life.”

“Which has been non-existent for the past month?” Chris inquired. “Just tell them that you can never walk normally after we have sex.”

“Why would I lie?” I laughed and my fiancé responded by biting me on the shoulder. “Let's sleep while we can.”

The noise of the engines actually helped us fall asleep, which meant we would avoid a massive jetlag in Europe. The stewardess woke us up before the landing, so we could fasten our seatbelts again. “Have I told you that I might be taking on a new movie and they’re asking me to grow out my hair and a real beard?”  

“You have a real beard already,” I said, imagining him with longer hair and instantly getting excited. “And I love that idea, you should say yes.”  

“Oh, that’s just a stubble.” He mumbled, scratching his hand against his facial hair. “I’m surprised you let me have a beard for the wedding.”

I turned from the window to frown at him. “The only thing I’m ever going to forbid is that stupid idea you had for a white suit for the wedding, honestly. I thought Lisa raised you better.”  

We arrived at the village and were guided to our cabin. All of them were wooden and so simple yet unique. I knew Chris loved them too and was excited about the idea of getting married here even if he didn’t want to admit.  

Before we could settle in there, we heard more cars arrive. Our guests were arriving from different parts of the world.  

The first ones to arrive after us were our closest families. We separated to help them put their luggage in their houses. I spent some time with my mum first and then with my dad.

While they were settling in, Chris and I met up to check out the venue for the first time. Chris came out from his family’s cabin. I waited for him as he walked towards me. He was wearing a plaid shirt, dark jeans and sunglasses. “That is one handsome boy I’m marrying,” I grinned and put my hands in my pockets. “Can’t wait until he has a wedding band on his finger, so other girls know he’s mine.”

He looked around and shrugged. “What girls? I haven’t seen any other girls in almost 3 years, it’s like they disappeared...”

“Oh, you always know what to say, don’t you?” I grinned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  

“Yeah, I’m like that,” he nodded. “Now let’s see that wedding venue.” Dodger followed us closely and run around the field, sniffing everything.

I took Chris' hand and we marched up the hill. I saw a tree on the edge of the hill, which was decorated with delicate flowers. Its branches were low enough to make it look like some kind of an arch. It was surrounded with dark wooden chairs with flower stalks on them. “Oh God, Chris,” I gasped when I took it all in. “This is so beautiful, so simple... Can we just get married right here, right now?”

“I told you I wanted to elope as soon as you said yes.” he sighed and pulled me toward the tree. I took a closer look at the flowers and stalks and just the whole thing that really looked good altogether. “But I’m really glad we came here to do this.”

I noticed candle stands and flowerbeds waiting to be filled tomorrow. Claire joined us and showed some details. “I know you wanted the ceremony to start at 6pm, but I’d suggest you move it to 6:39, because the sunset will give us a perfect lightning.”

We both agreed. She moved us to the actual venue, which was a bigger cabin with only one, big room inside. All the tables were set already, the walls decorated with lights, plants and more flowers. It was so simple, yet thought through. The roof was completely covered with light that haven’t been lit yet. I was speechless.  

Unfortunately, we weren’t able to enjoy the moment for too long. Our party squad had arrived and they wanted to start our bachelor’s and bachelorette’s right away. We managed to put those off until the rest of our guests arrived.

When we went back to our bedroom, I noticed that our baggage had already been brought in. My dress was hidden in the wardrobe, while Chris' suit was out. Dodger was walking around behind us, sniffing every corner of the room. “Why is it not unlucky for a bride to see her groom's suit?” I wondered, touching the rich fabric of the Gucci suit. The team came in one day and took Chris' measurements to make him the well-tailored suit in front of me. It was black – I was rooting for dark blue, because Chris looks amazing in it, but they decided against it.  

“I have no idea, but it’s probably because men are helpless without women and need their opinions on everything,” he wrapped his arms around my waist and rest his head on my shoulder. “We’re getting married in 30 hours.”  

“Yeah, and they’re trying to separate us for the majority of the time we have left as an engaged couple.”

“We have to get though this,” he cheered. “If we got through 5 weeks of no sex, then we can get through this.”

I sighed, looking out the window and seeing Amy come closer to our house. “I still can’t believe we actually did that.”

Soon enough, there were two crowds of people in our cabin, waiting for us to separate. Neither of us really wanted that. We were a little tired and wanted to continue our nap. “If you don’t do this, we’re going to cancel the whole wedding, tell everyone you’re both crack addicts and can’t make your own decisions.” Sophie said with her arms crossed on her chest, keeping her threatening gaze on us.  

“Whoa, that’s rough.” Adam commented. “We just want to get him shitfaced, not ruin his life.”

Chris was still holding me tightly against his body. We honestly didn’t want to go. He was probably the only reason I was still quite calm, even though I was FUCKING GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW.  

“Guys, how about you give us 30 minutes, huh? We haven’t seen each other in a week and honestly fell asleep the same moment we entered the plane. Give us half an hour and we’re ready to go, alright?” Chris asked. They all agreed to give us some more time, so we laid down on the bed to get some more rest together. Dodger seemed to realise that we needed to be close to each other right now and laid next to Chris’ legs.

“So, if there something you’d like to tell me before we get married?” I asked.

Chris glanced at me curiously, probably surprised by the question. “What do you mean?”

I giggled. “Like, if you ever killed anyone and was too scared to admit it.”

He was visibly relieved and probably thought I was going to accuse him of infidelity or something. “No, nothing like that. I think you should know by now that I’m not like that.”

I turned to lay on my side and look at him. “I know, baby,” I smiled and pressed a kiss against his bicep. “That’s why I’m marrying you. Also, because of your big dick.”

Chris burst out laughing. “Yeah, I mean, good dick is important, right,” he admitted. “So, is there anything you’d like to tell me before I tie myself up to you forever?”

I sat up next to him and snuck my hand under his shirt to scratch he hair on his chest. “I’m changing my name to Emilia Evans,” I smiled. Chris also pulled himself up to face me. “I don’t know if I’m going to use it professionally yet, but I’m definitely changing it legally.”

“Oh my God,” he lit up and wrapped his arms around me. “But you said that you weren’t so sure about this.”

“Well, yeah, but I thought about it and figured that I’m not too attached to my last name and if it’s important to you, I want to do this.” I explained.  

“I can’t believe this,” Chris sighed. I smiled at his excitement and put my hands on each side of his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Chris licked my bottom lip playfully and tackled me down to lay under him. When I was right under him, he pulled away to look at me. “I’m still not entirely convinced it's real life, baby”

“It is, Evans,” I sighed. “It only gets better from here...”

I heard a loud knock on the bedroom door and we knew that our 30 minutes had come to an end. We were soon violently torn away from each other and brought to different cabins for the festivities prepared for us. Amy, Marie and Sophie were the ones who had me for the evening. Scarlett was supposed to join too, but she couldn’t fly in so early with her daughter.

Chris was kidnapped by Adam, Seth, Sam and Tom, who wouldn’t tell him or me where they were going, but I knew that Sebastian, Anthony and Hemsworth were supposed to join them soon.  The girls took me to their cabin, which was meant to be our party spot for the evening.

They were kind enough you hang balloons spelling “Fun is over” above a table full of food and colourful drinks. I noticed that they also prepared some games (obviously). “Emily, this is your last night as a single woman. Sit down and let us entertain you,” They sat me down and took a photo of me holding a drink and sitting under the balloons. “You can post it on Instagram when you decide to let the people know about your wedding.” Amy grinned.

“You can drink all you want, but for every glass of alcohol, we're making you drink a glass of water, so you’re not completely hangover tomorrow.” Mary said, handing me my first mojito of the night. “That’s us being responsible.”

They started off by saying how beautiful they think everything looked and were impressed by how much can be done without even visiting the site before the actual wedding. They all talked about how they want to get married too.  

“I think it’s weird that I never really thought of getting married before I met Chris. Like, I thought of having a fairy tale wedding when I had that crush on Steven in second grade, but I never thought I’d get married before the age of 24.” I took a sip of my drink through a metal straw.  

“Yeah. To be honest, out of 4 of us, I always thought that you'd be the last one to get married,” Amy agreed. “Not that you wouldn’t find a man or anything, I just though you were too independent for this.”

I tilted my head to the side. “Oh, he doesn’t affect my independence in any way. I was worried about that at first, before we talked about our future together, children and stuff, but now it’s all sorted out.” I explained. “I actually got an IUD last month, so he realises that having children isn’t only one missed pill away now, it’s one medical procedure away. He was fine with it.”  

“I’m glad then,” Amy smiled. “You’re strong, but him being 11 years older and stuff, I was afraid he’d maybe try to force you or something. Don’t take this the wrong way, but sometimes when they ask him about having children in the future during interviews, he sounds a bit desperate.”  

I laughed. “Yeah, he does. He really loves children, so I’m not surprised. I just got used to it.”  

“Does he have a breeding kink?” Sophie asked out of nowhere. I nearly choked on my drink and Mary froze with a mouth full of Cheetos. “What? It’s very common.”

“Sophie, that’s surely the most private thing you have asked any of us, ever.” Mary laughed.

“She told us about the time they tried anal!” Sophie yelled.

“Two times.” I corrected. “And I don’t think he has it or at least he’s ever done anything that would resemble it, but that would be kind of hot.”  

“Em, you should know, every smutty game we're going to play was her idea.” Mary sighed. “I’m only in charge of your answers for the newlyweds game.”

“And I’m charge of asking about how big his penis is.” Amy grinned. “You only ever said that it’s big, but that could mean so many things...”

“18 centimetres,” I answered quickly. “By the way, I really hope this isn’t our last night to do immature stuff.”

Mary shook her head. “Of course not, there’s at least 3 more bachelorette parties ahead of us,” she reminded. “And also, what the fuck!? He's 18 centimetres? How do you walk? Harry is 15 and I can barely... wow.”

“Ok, I think we've already established that Chris isn't only well endowed, but also skilled, so it’s not the matter of his length.” Sophie said.  

“Yeah, he’s... do you remember when I spent that night with ??? and I told you that there must be something wrong with me, because I felt nothing, and I literally mean nothing? Like, he was going down on me and I had to take every movement and sound I was making. I was so afraid of our first time with Chris, because it was not only us having sex for the first time, but also me having my first time at all. And it was just incredible, because I didn’t have to fake anything! I was moaning so much that I was afraid he’d think I’m faking.”

“I remember. And I told you that there’s nothing wrong with you, he was just bad at sex. Chris is generous on a daily basis, so he’s also generous in bed.” Mary shrugged, taking another drink.

“What’s the most times he has made you come during one session?” Amy asked.

I sighed. “Well, if he’s well rested and hasn’t been to the gym that day then I cum twice for his one time. If he goes down on me then it, you know, depends on how long he’s willing to do that... or when I start asking him to stop.”

“You have to ask him to stop!?”  

“Yeah, I get oversensitive sometimes.”

Mary sat back on the sofa, looking like she just found out that Santa Claus isn’t real. “You know, I was never jealous about your acting career, because we know that even if you earn more than decent money and have a month off, then it means you worked 18 hours a day for the last two. But for the love of God, you are less than 24 hours away from marrying a man who eats you out until you actually beg him to stop. I’m starting to get jealous.”  

“He has bad qualities too, you know,” I sighed. “He’s very indecisive and, to be honest, he was the one with commitment issues. We had a few months last year, right after we moved in together and before we got engaged when we barely talked, because he felt like we would get tired of each other too soon. Even though he was the one who suggested we moved in together.”  

They ran our of things to ask about our sex life, finally. Although, it was such a random conversation that I actually enjoyed it. They gave me some presents, actually showered me with them. “We have only just realised that half of them is sex accessories, sorry,” Amy shrugged, handing me another box. “Chris will probably enjoy them as much as you will, though.”

After my fourth drink and fourth glass of water, I was a little bit drunk already. “Do you think we will last?” I asked, laying down on the sofa, playing with the flowers in my flower crown.  

“I think Chris is glued to you like my father's nose to his TV.” Sophie said. “If you called him right now, he would be here in a second.”  

“There’s nothing you could ask him that he would say no to. Unless it’s a threesome, I don’t think he would want to share you.” Amy agreed.

“Yeah, but I mean... do you think we will be just another couple that divorces after 5 years? That’s probably what everyone thinks.”

“Who cares? You’re marrying Chris Evans, one of the hottest men on Earth, Captain America, with a big dick attached to him and a great personality, despite being a Gemini!” Sophie explained.  

“A big dick attached to him!” Amy burst into laughter. “That is the best thing ever!”

We stayed up until 2 am, when I decided that I was tired enough to fall asleep without bigger problems. They made me sleep in one of their rooms, so I wouldn’t run back and sleep with Chris.  

The moment I was alone, I texted Chris, asking if he was awake. He called right away. “Hi baby,” he said in a low voice.  

“Wait, you were asleep?” I asked. “You finished your party earlier than we did?”

“Baby, I’m 35,” he whined. “If I want to be alright for a whole day of preparations, a wedding, reception and the whole night of lovemaking, I gotta get some quality sleep.”  

I laughed. “Sure. I just called to check if you’re alright and not in Vegas by now.”  

“Nah, we had a few drinks and talked. Also, I’m ashamed to admit that we did play a few drinking games.”  

“Well, I forgive you. You don’t know any better.” I sighed into the pillow. “Are you nervous?”

“Like hell.” He admitted. “I can't believe this is finally happening. I can't believe it's already been a year since we got engaged.”

I remembered the day we drove to see Loch Ness and he just decided to drop on one knee. I can’t believe it’s been so long since that day. “I’m really glad you almost killed me at that airport.”

“Oh, that’s just exaggerating.”

We talked some more, but mostly just stayed silent, listening to each other's breaths. About an hour in, we decided we had to go to sleep. “I’ll see you at the altar, right?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, I can’t wait.” I turned to lay on to my back and stared at the ceiling. “Don’t be late, please.”

“Wouldn't dare, I’m counting seconds until I can finally see you, love.”

----

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[askhewtahmas]

Puppet on a String || Solo Para

Word Count: 1,729

Warning: Like, one swear word.

Note: So, this took wayyyy longer than intended. But between struggling to find muse for Hew and being ill for two weeks, that’s just what had to happen. Still, I hope it was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy the big reveal ;)

Hew often remembered his dreams, so it didn’t feel too strange when the familiar weight of his subconscious fell on his shoulders, but rather like an old friend.

“Old friend, huh?” The voice made Hew jump as he turned to face where it had come from, only to frown as he saw the familiar bearded face seated on the armchair beside him.

“No way...” He trailed off, approaching the man who seemed rather smug with himself, although he couldn’t for the life of him pinpoint why.

“What? Aren’t you happy to see me?” The man frowned, teasingly, before leaning forward. His attitude, however, caused Hew to take a step back. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew that something was off.

“I don’t know, it’s been a while. Besides, you’re imaginary.” He argued, although he doubted that he sounded particularly convincing with the way his voice wavered. “...Right?”

“In a way.” The man replied, with a shrug. “You’ve only ever seen me in your head - illusions, magic tricks, that kind of thing. But I can assure you that I am very real.”

“Then, who are you?”

“Loki, Norse god of mischief and fire,” The man suddenly disappeared, causing Hew to spin around frantically until he caught sight of the man in a low bow behind him, “at your service.”

“...Get out of my head.”

“Now now-” Loki gestured weakly as he took a few steps towards the younger, dark haired man.

“I said get out of my head, now!”

“No need to cause a ruckus. I only came to ask for your assistance.” Loki fired back, now more sure in his movements.

“Assistance?” Hew hesitated.

“Yes, assistance.”

“And why would I want to assist you?”

Hew wouldn’t admit it, especially not to Scotta, but he was a nervous wreck. He hadn’t particularly cared about who their biological parents were until they were suddenly expected to meet them. He knew that he needed to at least look strong, since his sister had always been the sensitive one, but he wasn’t sure how. Putting on a front usually came so easily to him, but this time the wall just wouldn’t come up.

This discourse within himself almost caused him to miss the light sobbing from behind the door he’d been pacing in front of. A door that he knew lead to his parents’ bedroom. With a worried crease in his forehead, he gently knocked before poking his head in. The brunette hair quickly gave away exactly who it was, and the quick movement of her hand to wipe away her tears gave away that she hadn’t been expecting him.

“Oh, H-Hew. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be-” Isobel began, still sniffling, as Hew gently shut the door behind himself.

“What’s wrong?” He asked as he sat next to her, now able to visibly see her body shaking from the effort to stop the tears.

“It really doesn’t-”

“Don’t you dare say it doesn’t matter.” Hew warned. “You’re clearly upset, you’re crying for God’s sake.” Isobel sighed as she ran a hand through her tangled locks, clearly still trying to hide her tear stained cheeks.

“You don’t want to hear about my problems, not right before-” This time Isobel cut herself off as more sobs fell from her lips.

“Isobel, you’re my mother. For you I have all the time in the world.”

“Why, because I’ve been dealt a great wrong, of course. You were always the nice one, after all.”

“I can’t imagine you didn’t get anything that you didn’t deserve.”

"I may have indirectly killed a man, I'll admit it. But does that mean my sons deserved to be murdered? My children to be banished? My wife to suffer?"

“...What?” Hew questioned, blinking.

“Oh, you don't know? Either no one told you, or you just never paid any attention.” Loki began, condescendingly. “I was - involved, shall we say? -  in the murder of Baldur, Odin and Frigga’s favorite child.” The look he sent Hew implied that he had expected this to upset him in some way, but he remained stoic, causing the god to roll his eyes in disappointment. “Now, I understand my own punishment. Of course, I was only messing around, but I more than anyone can understand the anger and distress that comes with the loss of a child. Your father did murder two of my own sons after all; simply so their insides could be used as my chains. I was locked away with my mouth sewn shut as a venomous viper drools onto my face for the rest of my days. But that wasn’t enough for him. The monster then allowed my wife to stay with me in my captivity, holding a bowl above my head just to keep the venom away. But even she has to occasionally empty the bowl.”

The look of combined horror and disgust on the Scottish prince’s face confirmed that the blond had him hook, line and sinker.

“I, I thought your children were banished?” Hew replied, dumbly, as if wanting some semblance of good news from the man before him. Loki sighed dramatically.

“A few were, yes. Fenrir, Jormugand and Hel were taken from me, and from the halls of Asguard, because your kind found them to be too monstrous. Sleipnir was only allowed to stay to serve as the king’s steed.” The last part was spat, clearly a particularly sore spot for the father. Because of this, Hew opted not to ask how the humanoid had a horse for a child. “So, tell me, young prince, do you really think that I ‘didn’t get anything that I didn’t deserve?’“

The news hit the twins like a brick. They had always assumed that their parents had been regular people, nothing special.

“Turns out he had a wife at home. Kids, too. Even grandchildren.” Caroline, their biological mother, continued. Although at this point it seemed more akin to nervous rambling, with which Hew doubted his and his sister’s silence was helping. A glance over at Scotta confirmed that she wasn’t going to intervene any time soon, so he took it upon himself.

“So, he was an ancient, seductive asshole?”

“To put it lightly, yes.” Caroline seemed to find more humor in the situation than either of them, but he supposed that she’d also had seventeen more years to accept it.

“Great. Just, great.”

“...No.” Hew sighed.

“Then we have an understanding.” Loki’s grin was sad on the surface, but Hew missed the smugness underneath.

“So, what do you want me to do?”

“It’s simple, really.” The blond began as he started circling around the younger man. “I need you to release me from my prison.”

“And how am I suppose to do that?” Hew shifted on his feet, trying his best to keep his eyes on the man before him.

“If you’d let me finish then I’d tell you.” Loki snapped. “I’ll help you get to where I’m held - it will be easier to communicate with you once you’re nearer to me. The largest issue is going to be the giant snake guarding me, but a strapping young archer such as yourself shouldn’t have much trouble with that.” He winked.

“Then what?” Hew asked, carefully.

“Then we steal a golden apple, make you a god, and get even.”

“Get even?”

“Your father ruined my life, ruined my children’s lives, and hardly improved your own. I’d say it’s time he had a taste of his own medicine, don’t you?”

By this point Isobel was openly sobbing into her son’s arms as she spoke, having given up any semblance of calm that she had formally been attempting to uphold. To Hew’s credit, he simply stroked her back and listened.

“I-I just, I know that we haven’t been the best parents, me and Merida. We’ve been so busy and we probably weren’t ready - I mean, we were so young.”

Hew had grown use to this over the last few minutes; Isobel starting to say something before hiccuping and losing her train of thought, causing her to quickly move on to a different topic that tended to span the same umbrella.

“But we loved you - we still do. You and Scotta. But now your actual mother’s here and what if you prefer her? What if you click and leave us all alone in this giant, empty castle-” Hew finally decided that he didn’t want to listen anymore.

“Isobel, look at me.” He commanded as he carefully turned his mothers face, gently brushing away her tears as he did. “She may have given birth to us, but that’s all she’s done. You and Merida took us in despite everything, and you raised us as your own. Sure you were busy, but you were there as much as you could be, and I promise you that we’re not going to up and leave you for a woman we knew for maybe two minutes as newborns. You’re our mother, and Merida’s our mother too. As far as we’re concerned this woman is just the uterus that we came from.” Luckily that last comment got a small chuckle, although it didn’t quite stop the water works.

“Thank you. I suppose I needed that.” Isobel sniffled, wiping away at her own face in an attempt to make herself look presentable again as she offered her son a wobbly grin. Rolling his eyes, Hew clutched Isobel further into his chest, before burying his face into her hair as he continued.

“Stop it, you’re gonna make me cry too.” He shook his head, laughing a little as tears pricked at his own eyes. “But for the record, you’re welcome.”

“Yeah, actually. I think I do.”

“Then it looks like we have an agreement, DunBroch. Or do you prefer Odinson now?” Loki asked, a smirk on his face as the dreamscape distorted around him.

“It’s McKendrick-DunBroch.” Hew replied stiffly, crossing his arms.

“Whatever you say.” Loki grinned, stepping into his personal space. “So, do we have a deal?”

Despite his heart telling him that he was doing the right thing, Hew’s head had never felt more like a lamb to the slaughter. When he shook the god’s hand, it was as if he was signing his own death warrant, yet he didn’t feel guilty. Not one bit.

“We have a deal.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

[nibsthebravelostboy]

Meeting with Misty [Claire x Nibs x Misty]

@itslostgirlmisty

[Claire]

Claire had never been more excited to meet someone before. The queen was rather a big deal and people always talked about how sweet she was and she was one of the nicest royals. Claire knew that if she planned Misty’s wedding everyone would want her to plan theirs. She sat in Misty’s office waiting for her.

[Misty]

Misty just got done from her morning run and didn’t have time to stop and change as she went to her office. Her shorts hugging her body just right as her sports bra exposed more skin then she normally did. “Oh I am so sorry, you must be Claire. I hope you weren’t waiting long.” She smiled. “Wow you are very pretty. Sorry that was probably awkward but you are.” She said shaking the girl’s hand before sitting down.

[Nibs]

Nibs had finished working out for the morning since Misty told him not to follow her on her run. He looked at the time and realized that he was running late and figured that Misty wouldn’t mind if he just went without his shirt and was slightly sweaty. Hope had warned him about this girl so he was going to make sure he kept his eye out to make sure that things didn’t get out of hand. “Sorry, I am late. Did I miss anything?” He asks while seeing Misty and biting his lip as he looks at her outfit. “Damn isn’t my wife sexy?” NIbs asks Claire without even looking at Claire.

[Claire] Claire smiled widely as she shook Misty’s hand, “Oh no thank you. Seriously you are beyond beautiful. I have heard a lot about you and I’m just...so honored.” She smiled before seeing Nibs walk in. She couldn’t help that her eyes went to his shirtless abs and she coughed lightly as she looked away. “She certainly is. Um...very sexy sir.” She sat down.

[Misty]

“Awe thank you, you’re so sweet.” She smiled before turning her attention to the door opening. Her eyes went to check out her husband as she just smiled at his question, “Definitely not as sexy as my husband.” She teased standing up and moving over to give him a soft kiss.

[Nibs]

Nibs took Misty’s hand as he pulled her closer to him to deepen the kiss. “Mhm you know I have to rip that off you later right?” He whispered in her ear teasingly before kissing her neck slightly and then pulling back so they could take a seat.

[Claire] Claire coughed as she could hear Nibs words to Misty and shifted crossing her legs to ease the attention between them. “Um hi your majesty I’m Claire...it’s truly an honor to be able to plan such an important event. I know a lot of people wanted to so thank you for allowing me to do it.” She greeted him smiling at them both.

[Misty]

Misty couldn’t help the small moan as she kissed Nibs back. She bit her lip at his words and smiled before sitting beside him. She let Claire and Nibs introduce themselves as she moved to kiss his neck. You know you aren’t supposed to dress like this without me knowing.

[Nibs]

Nibs let her introduce herself to him before nodding his head. “Mhm I have heard a lot about you Claire. I hope we don’t have a mishap like you had with my daughter and her fiance. I assume you want to keep this job right?” He asks before hearing Misty’s words. Mhm I was running late.

[Claire] Her face turned bright red and she just nodded. “No sir...that was a misunderstanding.” She replied before taking out her notebook. “Um...where should we start?”

[Misty]

I know but now I’m focused on how bad I want you and not the wedding. She said letting her hand rest on his thigh before she heard his words. “Misunderstanding? About what?” She asked looking at Claire and then at Nibs. “Is everything okay?”

[Nibs]

“I don’t think it was a misunderstanding. Purposely hitting on Zach, causing our daughter to storm out upset and then after Hope was out of the room she tried to convince Zach to fuck her and cheat on our daughter. Am I missing something or did I get that correct?” He asks while looking at Claire wanting to know what she would say.

“I suggest we don’t have a repeat of that because unlike Hope my wife will kill anyone who so much as looks at me and I would do the same for anyone who looks at her the wrong way either so just keep that in mind through this meeting and if you do well enough we will suggest you as a wedding planner so long as you keep yourself in line.”

[Claire] “I’m afraid that it’s not the full story. I will admit my behavior was not it’s best but I certainly didn’t do anything that wasn’t warranted. I didn’t flirt with myself. But that is not how I plan on going about that today. And since I know something you don’t want getting out and if anything were to happen to me then a lot of people will spread that information around. I didn’t act by myself. And I would appreciate if you didn’t act like I did...your majesty.” She said looking at Nibs.

[Misty]

Misty was certainly confused as it’s not like Nibs shared this before so she just looked at him trying to figure out if Hope was so mad why they were even meeting with Claire in the first place. She looked at Claire after hearing her words and she was almost taken back by her response. “I’m sorry? Are you threatening us?” She asked in almost disbelief.

[Nibs]

Listening to Claire’s words, Nibs snorted slightly. “Just because someone is nice to you doesn’t mean they are flirting with you. And please, you don’t have any leverage over us because I already know about the big ‘secret’ and it’s not a secret anymore so really, everyone could probably care less if I were to kill you right now for threatening my family like that.” He growled as his eyes turned bright red as he looked at her. “And also another thing, just because someone flirts with you it doesn’t mean that want to fuck you. They could do it because they feel bad that you actually think you have a chance with them.” He hissed. “And I would choose your next words very carefully if I were you.”

[Claire] Claire sent the text and just smiled at Nibs, “Oh I see you take a pirate out of the ship one that fucked her grandfather and you allow your daughter to not only sleep with him but get impregnated by his demon seed. I wonder will your grandchild be exactly like his great grandfather? You think people will hate the fact that the pirate that killed our kind is a dragon? You are sadly mistaken. And the only person that wants to fuck him is your whore of a daughter not me.”

[Misty]

Misty was pissed. One that Nibs didn’t tell her any of this until right now and two that someone would intentionally say something about their daughter in front of them. Hearing Claire’s words something snapped in Misty and honestly listening to Claire speak only made her angrier and she moved to stand up. Her eyes turning black as she moved over to Claire and took out the girl’s tongue. “You know if you have nothing nice to say you shouldn’t say shit at all.”

[Nibs]

Seeing her send the text, Nibs rolled his eyes. “I had a meeting with the royals earlier today they already knew that he was a dragon and we already sorted everything out. Your feeble attempt to blackmail and threaten us has done nothing to help you and now, you are going to pay for your words.” He watched as Misty ripped out the girls tongue before smirking. “Like we said, I wouldn’t mess with us but seems you don’t understand how to follow directions nor take the hint. Now you think that my son-in-law is a demon, you don’t even know the meaning. You wanted to fuck him so much I guess we should make it so that no one can fuck you and impregnate you either, you know...just in case.” His claws grew out as he plunged them into her abdomen and ripped out her uterus. “You should thank me. I just save you from a potentially bad future in case someone you know...wanted to fuck you directly after ‘flirting’ with you.” He smirked before letting it fall to the floor.

[Claire] Claire screamed as blood flooded her mouth. Her eyes turned purple in fear as Nibs moved closer to her. She tried to scream again but blood only gushed out her mouth. Feeling her uterus being ripped out she grabbed her stomach and tried to leave. Managing to get to the door and crawl out.

[Misty]

Misty stopped Nibs from moving to get her. “Let her go.” She said before moving to grab the phone on her desk. It rung for a second before she told the guards to handle it and hung up. She looked at the blood drenching the floor and she looked at Nibs. “You really know how to piss me off you know that?” She asked still fuming from anger and needing something to do with it.

[Nibs]

Nibs was about to go after her before Misty stopped him. “I was going to mention that to you yesterday but I guess it slipped my mind. But I handled it.” He reassures her as he looked at her and let out a small laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

[Misty]

“You handled it? By doing what? Letting me meet with her? By you...oh my fucking god you knew how she was and you fucking came dressed like that? You...oh my god.” She glared at him and knew she had to get away from him before she did something.

[Nibs]

“No, I meant the whole her almost leaking the fact that Zach was a dragon that is what I mean. I met with the royals earlier and took care of that so that Hope and Zach didn’t have to worry about that since they told me that Claire knew about the secret so I made it so she couldn’t use it against us. And actually no I didn’t purposely come dressed like this. I was running late...I didn’t want to be late and besides you came dressed like that too. I am sure that there were many men looking at your tight ass in those leggings.” He purrs.

[Misty]

“Don’t you dare. Do not do that Nibs.” She said making sure there was space between them. “You should have told me. I am your wife and your queen, I don’t need to be protected. And have got to stop doing that when it comes to our kids. And you fucking know how I feel about you walking around shirtless in this castle.”

[Nibs]

Nibs pulled her closer to him to close the space between them. “Come on princess, my plans were to rip off those tight clothes after this meeting so why should it matter if I wore a shirt? One less thing for you to rip off me. And stop doing what? Looking out for them?”

[Misty]

Misty shook her head refusing to let Nibs use her body against her, she pushed him away and looked at him, “I didn’t say that I said stop hiding things or not telling me them. I am their mother too but if it was up to you, you would handle all their problems alone and I would know nothing. Telling me about Claire would have let me find a new wedding planner. But you didn’t tell me. And you need to wear a shirt.” She said moving to the other side of the room.

[Nibs]

“I was going to but then I guess I got carried away when we gave each other our presents and it slipped my mind...so that is my mistake but I was genuinely planning on telling you about it.” He responds while following her as she moved to the other side of the room. “I will need help figuring out how we can help Zach learn about his powers and what he is capable of. We have to make sure that he is stable or else the royals will want to lock him away and you and I both know we can’t let that happen to them.”

[Misty]

Misty kept walking so there was room between them so she could think and not focus on the fact that her body desperately craves his right now. “You could have told me after...I mean after our presents. I would have listened and I would have told you that I can plan our wedding by myself since this is everything I have ever wanted.” She said. “I know and I can help you with that. See that wasn’t so hard was it?”

[Nibs]

“Well I had forgotten about that okay? My mind was on you so I got distracted.” He explains before letting out a sigh. “I was going to ask you about that yesterday too but I forgot. I am sorry.” His ears popped out as they laid against his head as his eyes turned blue since she was upset with him.

[Misty]

Misty stopped moving as she looked at him and the moment his eyes turned blue she shook her head, “I’m not mad at you. I mean I am a little. But not...you don’t have to be sad. You know I hate when you’re sad. I am not upset I just wish you maybe would have told me before we did what we did. Not that that wasn’t amazing. It was. I mean yeah wow it was great Nibs and you made me feel so special. So sexy last night that I am still thinking about you inside of my ass...but no I am a little mad at you. Only a little.” She rambled.

[Nibs]

Nibs had always loved when Misty would go off on a little ramble and he walked over and brought her closer to him before kissing her. “It honestly did slip my mind but I will make sure to tell you for next time okay?” He responds before pinning her to the nearby wall. “My cock was thinking about how much it wants to be in that tight ass of yours too especially while you have those tight ass leggings on that doesn’t leave much to my imagination you know.” He purrs into her ear as his tongue teased the outer shell of her ear.

[Misty]

She felt him pinning her to a wall and she was tired of fighting how badly she wanted him. She wanted to jump his bones the moment he walked in covered in sweat. “Nibs, rip them off. Rip them off right now and take me.”

[Nibs]

The alpha didn’t need to be told twice as he ripped her clothes off and gestured for her to jump as he let her legs wrap around his waist as he took his cock out of his pants and stroked himself before lining up and slamming into Misty. His body felt complete when he was fully inside of her as his eyes turned bright pink. “I love you so much Misty.” He purrs while snapping his hips into hers at a fast pace.

[Misty]

She didn’t hesitate to jump and wrap her legs around him. She felt him slamming into her and she screamed his name. “I love you more. God I love you so much,” she moaned loudly. Her body never felt like this unless he was deep inside of her making her full.

[Nibs]

Hearing her words, he made sure that he went deep inside of her as he abused her g-spot with each thrust. His hand coming down so that his thumb could rub over her clit wanting to add extra stimulation as he left marks and kisses against her neck and shoulder.

[Misty]

Misty couldn’t stop herself as her body bucked and trembled under his touch. She knew she was a mess and that’s just how Nibs wanted her. She moved her head so he could mark as much of her skin as he wanted. She wanted everyone to hear how good he was making her feel.

[Nibs]

“You want to cum for daddy princess don’t you?” His voice was low as he teased her and started to move his hand faster as he started to thrust into her even faster.

[Misty]

She nodded unable to actually form a coherent sentence as her nails dug deeply into his skin. She clenched around him trying to let him know how close she was.

[Nibs]

“Cum for daddy princess.” He purrs while trying to hold himself off so that they could cum at the same time which was always really hard given how good she always made him feel inside of her.

[Misty]

Misty didn’t need to be told twice as she clenched around him and came. Her chest rising against his as her back arched. She came so hard she thought she was going to pass out for a second.

[Nibs]

Nibs came deep inside of her as the knot sealed them together. He had to take a moment to catch his breath as he already could feel the cum dripping from around the knot due to how hard he came.

[Misty]

“Nibs...never let me walk out of our room if this is how you feel about my outfit. You let me go running and you wanted to fuck me like this? Don’t do that.” She replied playfully.

[Nibs]

“Mhm don’t dress like this I can’t help myself and you know it. That’s why I didn’t want you to leave in the first place but you were adamant about going running.” He pouts.

[Misty]

“I want to lose weight Nibs. And that’s why I go running. And I used to dress like this all the time when I was a lost girl so you can’t be surprised.”

[Nibs]

“You know another great way to lose weight? Sex. Sex burns a lot of calories and it’s one of our favorite past times. Also hunting burns calories too and they burn faster when you are in your shifter form because you know...high metabolism. I wanted you to cover up when you wore them back then too. Made me have dirty thoughts I never wanted to confess I had.” He jokes.

[Misty]

“You did not. You are just saying that.” She said rolling her eyes playfully. “Nibs baby sex is great. You know I love having sex with you and yes it’s a great way to lose weight but let’s be honest we usually fall asleep after the first round so we should just not think of that as an exercise.”

[Nibs]

“It’s true though I read it in a book the other day. And plus it burns three times as fast due to the wolf genes that run through our body. But if that isn’t working for you then we can go hunting as a family then. That way we all bond and we also get to get our exercise and a good meal out of it.”

[Misty]

“Nibs when I gave you your present do you remember what you said? That you wanted to cum in both holes and while it was extremely sexy to hear we both knew that wasn’t happening. We are tired and we barely have time for sex as it is. And our family can’t even handle a dinner together hunting isn’t going to happen.”

[Nibs]

Nibs just pouts at her words. “I mean... we can still try... it's nice to be optimistic right? Or if anything we can go hunting just the two of us then. We are going to have to teach the twins at some point anyway too.”

[Misty]

“Try what? I’m not trying to shoot down your ideas but I just want to be realistic. Running for me is more realistic.”

[Nibs]

“We can both run together too but you told me no to that idea. If we run as wolves I don’t have to worry about all the men eyeing your ass.” He mumbles as he pouts cutely.

[Misty]

“Nibs why are you acting like I can’t go running by myself? You trust me and you know I am going to come home to you and only you. So just let me go by myself. Please. You know I’m not going to do anything.”

[Nibs]

The alpha grumbles before pouting, “Yeah okay fine. Go on your runs then.” He sighs before the knot went down so he was able to pull out of her as he set her down gently.

[Misty]

Misty felt her feet touching the ground and sighed softly, “I don’t want to fight. Really I’m just saying that maybe you should think about how I felt when you used to work out around the castle. You would just work out and never wear a shirt and I had to deal with that and I trusted you. You never brought me to one of your training sessions until I became a shifter. I love you Nibs, but it’s my turn. And I need you to support me.”

[Nibs]

“Yeah no I get that, it’s fine.” He explains before fixing his pants and snapping his fingers so she had her clothes back on in one piece. “I am going to go and shower then change for the day so I will see you later tonight.” Nibs informs her before kissing her and then heading for the door.

[Misty]

She stopped him from kissing her and looked at him, “Stop saying that. You aren’t fine. You are obviously upset so talk to me. You keep saying you want us to talk our problems out and yet here you are walking away from me. Why are you acting like this? Why can’t you talk to me? If it’s because you are trying to protect my feelings by not telling me the full truth don’t do that. I am not a baby and you promised to stop treating me like I am.”

[Nibs]

“Fine you want to know what I am thinking then I will tell you.” He takes her hand and leads her to the bedroom before closing the door behind them. “I need a drink...did you want one?” He asks while snapping his fingers and making two appear before offering one up to Misty after drinking some himself.

[Misty]

She took the drink from him and nodded, “Thanks.” She said drinking a little of it before setting it down.

[Nibs]

“Are you going to leave me? Did you want to fuck Dylan because we don’t have marathon sex but you told me you didn’t want him to try to make me feel better? Why don’t you want me to go with you on your runs? Are you tired of spending time with me? Am I too boring? I support that you want to work out on your own but I just wanted to go with because I wanted to spend time with you. I know how busy we get and I know that I have been busy too and even if it was spending time with you doing something such as running, I would still get to see you before the day started. I should have told you about the Zach dragon thing. I forgot to tell you. I can be so stupid sometimes you know? I don’t know why you put up with me. I promised to protect you and I broke that...I wanted to give you mind blowing sex to prove to you that you are worth it while still being able to make love to you and make sure you know you are loved, I can’t even do that. I can’t even convince you to let us go running or do something as a family anymore. I know I am not ever going to be enough and I can’t make you stay if you ever wanted to leave again. I don’t have anything left to give you anymore and that scares me because maybe I am becoming boring….maybe that’s why you want to leave...that’s why we fight so much… I suck as a husband and I couldn’t even help when our kids died, I couldn’t help to keep TJ from growing into whatever he is now, all our kids are just...they can’t stand each other…I can’t do anything right so i understand if you want to leave me. It is fine. I can take it. I will understand.” He rambles on unable to help himself.

[Misty]

“Do you really think all of that? Why have you never told me? Why didn’t you tell me at therapy? You kept saying you had no issues and yet this is how you are feeling?”

[Nibs]

“I didn’t think of them at therapy, I forgot I tend to forget a lot of things when I get stressed. I am not good at remembering anymore I am sorry. I did remember the Noah thing and it still irks me but that is just a personal thing I need to get over. Just because we have similar stories doesn’t mean that it will end the same way. People always say he is the new me and that would mean I would be Finn and that one day, maybe you will leave me for him. I mean you fell for me while you were with Finn and I fell for you and I wasn’t attached to anyone. Ashton wanted me, I didn’t want him. Cameron wants Noah but Noah doesn’t seem to want him anymore. There are so many similarities. If you take the physical abuse they both gave you out of the picture then we are the same. It’s only a matter of time before you fall for Noah’s charm and want him over me. He was there for you when I wasn’t which I am grateful to him for being there for you and I should have paid more attention to what was going on. I should have known what was going on, I should have been there and kept my promise that I made you when we both decided we would be best friends when we met. But I broke that too.”

“And the whole Dylan thing...I know I can never undo what I had done to him. I feel like just how you feel like you always need to forgive Noah and Finn for hurting you, I have to do the same for him because I ruined his life. I made him the way he is and if I can’t please you but you want him and obviously he is more than okay with sleeping with you then I should just let it happen because I deserve that for what I had done. I should be lasting more than one round of sex, there has got to be something wrong with me because we used to have so much and now I just feel like...I don’t even know. I was a sex addict when I was with Ashton and we had no actual substance to our relationship and I don’t want that to happen with us. I want to show that I am in this more than just the sex part. I want you to know that I want you for more than just your body, I want you for you and apparently in doing so I made you feel like you weren’t sexy and that I didn’t want you but that’s not the case at all. I don’t want to lose control again Misty. I can’t lose control again. I have to be perfect. I have to fix things and I want to be the person you deserve and I have been failing miserably.”

[Misty]

She listened to him and she sighed. “Nibs you never not once broke your promise to me as my best friend. You fought Ryan for me. Do you know what that meant to me? You saved me. I thought no one was going to come for me and you did. And you risked your life for me. Do not minimize that. I will never let you. Noah could never ever compare to you. He didn’t save me from Finn. God Nibs...when Finn proposed he did it after making me have sex with him after he hit me. Noah didn’t come and save me then. And I pushed you away so when were you going to know? I never ever want to hear you say you broke your promise to me. Because that hurts me and I know you don’t want to do that.” She replied looking at him.

“I have told you that you do not have to feel sorry for Dylan and forgive him. Just like you tell me about Noah and you don’t listen so why should I? I don’t want him. I was just mad as fuck at you and I had never been that mad before. Yes our sex hasn’t been the best but you are working an incredibly stressful job and I know you want me...or at least I think you do. I know you are working on making me feeling sexy and wanted and I know you want substance between us but we could have sex everyday and the thing, the spark, between us would never go out. I deal with you because I love you. I love you like crazy Nibs. And I will deal with whatever you want me to. We could fight everyday and my love will not go away.”

[Nibs]

“Then I won’t forgive him anymore so long as you don’t forgive Noah. The last time I messed up I got myself thrown into jail and taken away from you. I never knew when or if I was ever going to see you again and that scared me. You are right I would fight the snow if I could or your sweater for not keeping you warm enough. Our kids are such a mess Misty. I don’t know what we are going to do for them. I was talking to Hope and she told me she wants a small wedding, not a big one anymore. I can’t even talk to TJ after he hit you like that. I know it was an accident but that’s how Finn started to hit you and I can’t let him think it is okay but at the same time I can’t give him a severe punishment because he is our son. There are so many issues that need to be fixed and I don’t even know where to start or what help to even ask for anymore.”

[Misty]

“I won’t. Nibs it wasn’t because you messed up. You were being poisoned because the royals didn’t understand you. Now they know you are the best king they have ever had. You have done so much for this kingdom but it’s okay to let loose now.” She said. “Okay and we will give Hope what she wants. And when you walk with her to her future you hand her over to Zach and trust him to take care of her. We will be here but Hope is grown now. She is our first daughter and she has so much of you in her, I know she will be fine. And TJ...well I’m okay. The bruise is gone and you have to talk to him because he worships you and if you never speak to him again that will destroy him. And as far as us...I don’t know we just...go with the flow.”

[Nibs]

“I am sure he could care less if I talk to him. He used to worship me but now he isn’t proud of who I am or what I am. I had to fight to gain the royals trust and now I have to do it all over again for Zach because I know how much he means to Hope and now to our family.”

[Misty]

“Okay well...I will talk to him and get him to talk to you and focus on Zach then and push our problems to the end of your list.”

[Nibs]

“Okay okay. I will do that then. But if I do that though, then they will never be addressed.” He lets out a sigh. “I hate fighting Misty. I hate fighting with you because it makes me sad. I want to be able to have more than one round of sex with you. I want more but I also want cuddles. Sex and the affection plus aftercare make me very happy. I love you so much Misty, so much it scares me.” He responds while going over and cupping his hands against her cheeks.

[Misty]

Misty leaned into Nibs’ touch and smiled. “I love you too Nibs more than you know. And I hate fighting with you too. I just want it to be like this everyday. Fighting with you stresses me out because you are my person. My other half and if I fight with you it feels like I’m fighting with my heart and it hurts so much. I love cuddling with you. I love when you make me smile. And none of that has to stop if we have more sex.”

[Nibs]

“I don’t want you to think that I am just using you for sex. Being able to just fuck you whenever I want wherever I want, the sounds more like making you my sex slave instead of my wife. Even TJ pointed that out. I always want to spoil you and give you so much more than sex so that you know that I care about you and I am not just with you for your body alone. I mean, fuck, I love your body and it's always irresistible to me which is why I have to make sure that I have control of myself whenever I am around you. I can’t let myself lose control. I can’t.”

[Misty]

“None of what TJ said was true. You two were inseparable and he knows what to say to make you feel like this. You have never made me feel like I am your sex slave or that you only love me for the sex. I know that’s not true. Do you know how many times I wondered why you are still with me? I push you away so many times but you never give up on me. That is love. Real love Nibs. I want you to be yourself with me Nibs, whatever that is I will love that and cherish it because it’s you and I love you.”

[Nibs]

“You never saw the side of me that I never wanted people to see. I got so possessive and lost control to the point where I almost ended up killing someone before. When I lose control it gets dangerous and I don’t want to ever lose it with you because if I ever accidently ended up killing you or hurting you really bad, I would never forgive myself.”

[Misty]

“You never let me see it. You have seen me at my worse Nibs. I tried to kill myself and you still love me. You still see me. I love you for that, so why can’t you let me?” She asked.

[Nibs]

“Because I might kill you Misty. I lose myself and I can’t tell until it’s too late for me to do anything about it. I have broken bones before and almost choked people to death without realizing it. I love you Misty which is why I don’t trust myself.”

[Misty]

“But I trust you. If you say you are scared then I respect that and we can work on it together. We can use a safe word like, frog. That way you will know when it’s too much for me.”

[Nibs]

“Frog?” He couldn’t help but to smile at her words. “Like frog turned prince. I like that. We can do that then.” Nibs smiles before kissing her as he pushes her up against the wall gently before deepening the kiss.

[Misty]

“Or frog like when a certain wolf told me I’m not allowed to keep kissing them.” She smiled happily at him before feeling his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around him as she let him lead the kiss and only do what he was comfortable with.

[Nibs]

He then starts to kiss her a bit more roughly as he lets his hands move up her body before ripping off her clothes as he kisses her neck and shoulder. Biting down slightly so that he can leave marks and draw some blood while he did so.

[Misty]

Misty gasped as he ripped her clothes and she moaned his name as he bit on her skin. “Nibs…” She moaned as her eyes turned red. She let her pheromones enter the air as she brought their lips together again.

[Nibs]

Nibs stripped himself of his clothes with the snap of his fingers. He grinds against her with a moan of her name. “Misty…” He purrs while letting his hands move up to grope her breasts in his hand as he rubbed himself against her, scent marking her with his own pheromones.

[Misty]

She moaned loudly as he played with her breasts as they were extremely sensitive. Smelling his pheromones she felt different, there was this burn inside of her craving him and only him. “Nibs...I need you.” She said desperately needing him inside of her right at the moment.

[Nibs]

His eyes glowed red as he picked her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist as he thrusted into her without warning. “Mine.” He growled while licking over the blood from the bite as his hands pinned her hips to the walls as he started to pound into her and thrusting into her and abusing her sweet spot.

[Misty]

Misty wrapped her legs around his waist as she felt him picking her up and couldn’t stop the scream that slipped past her lips. “Yes, Nibs. All yours. I’m yours.” She moaned as she threw her head back against the wall in pleasure.

[Nibs]

Nibs could feel his nails sinking into her hips as he started to move faster in her. His eye blazing red as he abused her sweet spot as his hand came down to rub against her clit to overstimulate her.

[Misty]

“Fuck...oh...fuck Nibs!” She screamed as her nails clinged onto him. Her hips tried to run away from the pleasure but with his nails digging into them she couldn’t do anything but take it. “Daddy I’m...I’m so close.”

[Nibs]

Nibs could feel himself drawing blood as his nails dug slightly deeper as he could feel himself fucking her into the wall. “Cum for me princess.” He purrs into her ear.

[Misty]

She could smell the blood in the air but didn’t care as she clenched tightly around him and came so hard her body bucked against his before passing out due to all the overstimulated pleasure.

[Nibs]

Nibs could feel her cumming and he was about to cum before noticing she passed out. “Misty?” He asks before looking at her in concern. She had never passed out before so he was very concerned when she did pass out. Bringing her over to the bed, he placed her on it and grabbed her a glass of water. His eyes faded back to normal as he waited for her to wake up as he sat on the edge of the bed.

[Misty]

Misty woke up a few minutes later and looking to notice she was on the bed and seeing Nibs sitting on the edge of the bed. Her cheeks turned bright red as she remembered what happened. “Nibs...I hope I didn’t worry you. I’m fine. I’m actually better than fine really. It was amazing. You were amazing. I just um...I came so hard that I passed out. Which...you know is a good thing. I mean it’s not a good thing to worry you. It’s a good thing cause you made me cum really hard. Not that you don’t always, you do. But that was different it was...wow. Yeah you are amazing and I’m rambling again. So I’m going to stop. I’m just going to shut up.”

[Nibs]

Nibs let out a sigh of relief when she told him that she had passed out from the pleasure. Hearing her ramble, he couldn't help but to smile. “I didn't hurt you?” He asks while seeing the blood on her shoulder from where he bit her and the nail marks that had blood as well.

[Misty]

Misty followed his eyes and looked at her shoulder and hips. “No Nibs you didn’t it’s okay.” She smiled. “I like having marks from you, they make me feel sexy.” She teased. “It’s why I leave marks on your back because I like looking at them. Knowing I am the one that made them.” She said before looking at him. “Did you cum?”

[Nibs]

“Yeah but they are bleeding pretty badly. Are you sure? I don't want you to have to use your abilities to heal from them since I know it takes a lot out of you to do so.” He explains shyly.

[Misty]

“It’s okay really Nibs. I didn’t say the safe word so I’m okay. And you could always lick the blood you know.” She teased him. “Now answer me, did you cum?”

[Nibs]

“Oh I could you are right.” He responds while leaning forward and licking up the blood that was on her neck and against her hips slowly as he looked up at her. “Mhm you always did taste delicious.” Nibs focused on what she was saying and rather zoned out for the second because he was too excited at the thought of drinking blood.

[Misty]

Misty bit her lip as she watched him, “Are you thirsty Nibs? I don’t mind you know. All you have to do is ask.” She said looking at him.

[Nibs]

“I am fine, I just...I like it sometimes. I am good for now though, I had enough.” He responds with a small smile.

[Misty]

“Okay. I’m assuming you are fine and I can get dressed because you haven’t said otherwise so, I’m going to do that.” She smiled before standing up and moving to grab clothes.

[Nibs]

Nibs hummed in agreement before grabbing his clothes and starting to get dressed too. “Was there anything else we had to do today?” He asks while turning to face her after putting the drinks away.

[Misty]

“I actually have to go try on some wedding dresses so I will be back.” She said before kissing his cheek as she slipped on her outfit. “You can take the twins to the lost boy camp, I’m sure they’d have fun.”

[Nibs]

“Oh that is true I can. I bet they would love to run around and see what there is. However, I can’t bring them there because Ellie won’t be able to access the camp since she is a girl so maybe I will take them to shifter camp instead. They can play with some of the other kids there too.”

[Misty]

“Ah yes, I forgot that rule. Just be careful okay? They haven’t shifted yet and they don’t seem to understand that it will happen one day. They keep trying to make it happen.” She said grabbing her phone and purse. “If you need me call me? There’s food for the kids in the fridge and their bottles.”

[Nibs]

“Okay don’t worry. I will bring Jay to help make sure they are okay and I am sure Stiles would love to come too. He adores the twins already.” He smiles before grabbing the bag that they had for the twins things.

[Misty]

“Stiles is such a good big brother.” She smiled before kissing him. “I love you and I will see you tonight. Kiss the twins for me.” She said before leaving.

[Nibs]

Nibs went to go and check on the twins and had someone call Stiles as well so that they could take them to camp.