#but then…he would have to be called Philip all the time I don’t want that

[starlooove]

Omg just remembered the Alfred grandchild I made up

[andreafmn]

Kinktober ⛓️ Day 3

Word Count: 2.5K Paring:  Lip Gallagher x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Hate Sex WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI),  p-in-v sex, foul language, reader is technically underage

Summary: There is no one that (Y/N) despises more than Philip Gallagher, but having his brother as her best friend forces them in close proximity more than they would like. Or maybe they do?

A/N: This is set some time during season 3 so Lip is around 18 and reader would be 17 since she's contemporary with Ian's age, so do with that what you will.

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“Yo, Ian,” Lip’s voice rang through the house. “You’re girlfriend’s here!”

“Oh, fuck off, Lip,” (Y/N) said as she bumped past him into the Gallagher home. “I know you wish I was here to see you, but I don’t do charity work on Tuesdays.” 

“Fuck you, (Y/L/N). You’d be lucky if I was the one you were studying with.” 

“Of course, the genius Philip Gallagher that doesn’t even want to go to college,” she snickered, stopping at the rest on the stairs. “I’ll take my chances with my own brain. Thanks.”  

“You’ll regret helping Ian with math,” he called as he walked to the front door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” 

With an exasperated scoff, (Y/N) walked up the rest of the stairs, clutching her backpack tighter than she should have. She didn’t understand why she and the older Gallagher son didn’t get along. She had a wonderful relationship with everyone else in the family –even Frank was courteous enough with her– but something never clicked with Lip. Every time they were in close proximity, they would bicker and fight until someone else got in the way. It made it especially difficult when (Y/N) came over to spend time with Ian. 

She would never say she hated Lip. But the sentiment was close enough that others would notice. Between the terrible side-eyes and the snide comments, being around the two could easily become suffocating. Granted, everyone but them knew what was truly happening. They had met their match in each other but were too stubborn to admit it. 

“You ran into Lip, didn’t you?” Ian chuckled as his friend walked into his room. “It’s all over your face.” 

“Unfortunately, I did,” she sighed, plopping down next to him on the floor. “But he seemed to be going somewhere, so I didn’t have to talk to him for much.” 

“Just long enough to make sure you got annoyed. Perfect mood to study Geometry with you.” 

“Fuck you, I’m always a delight.” 

“Sure. Until you spend a second with Lip, and then everything goes to shit.” 

“Shut up, Ian,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If you want me to help you study, you’ll stop talking about your despicable brother, Phillip.” 

Hours passed between textbooks and worksheets, notebooks and loose papers, and somehow the bright afternoon sun had shifted into night. Ian had already gone to bed, tired from a long day of shapes and mathematical equations. Almost everyone in the house had done the same, tucked into bed early, which was a luxury for anyone on the South Side. 

Meanwhile, (Y/N) was still wide awake, taking advantage of the tiredness of the family to use up what was left of the hot water. She could have gone home, to her packed house and probably cold water, but she found comfort staying with the Gallaghers. The family was a melting pot of chaos, there were more fights than a WWE ring, and every single day brought a different kind of adventure. Her house had all of that, except the real warmth of a family. And being there made her feel like she was a part of something. 

The water ran across her skin, soothing the tight muscles that stiffened her body. The smell of soap filled her nose as she lathered herself, and she was glad that the bar seemed new still. They were small luxuries that she was grateful she could partake in every once in a while. And in the quiet of the night, it was almost peaceful.

Until a sound that did not fit into her spa-like scenario filled the air. From behind the curtain, she could hear a strong stream of liquid falling into the toilet. But she knew she had locked the door —not that it would have worked in that house anyway. 

She moved the curtain slightly to reveal Lip standing in front of the toilet. “What the fuck are you doing?” (Y/N) exclaimed, making sure her body was covered. “Can’t you see I’m using the bathroom?” 

“You’re in the shower. Toilet was up for grabs.” 

“Why couldn’t you have gone downstairs?” 

“Because I was already upstairs,” he shrugged, shaking his cock above the toilet as he finished. “Stop gawking, (Y/N). I know it’s impressive, but staring is kind of rude.” 

“Fuck you, Lip. I’ve seen better,” she said, closing the curtain to conceal the way her skin was flushing. “I’ve definitely been with better.” 

“Keep telling yourself that,” he snickered, turning on the sink. “But we both know the guys you’ve fucked are not exactly Adonises.”

“You’re such an asshole, Lip,” she scoffed. “If you’re gonna be here, at least pass me my towel.”

“Why should I? You can just step out.” 

“You’re not seeing me naked, Lip.” 

“It’s only fair,” he chuckled. “You saw mine, I get to see yours.” 

“Stop being a perv, Lip. I’m not one of those chicks you fuck for fun. I actually have standards.” 

“Right, and they’re so high, right?”

“They are.” 

“Is that why you fucked Billy Spencer two months ago or lost your v-card with Jesse Suarez in his car? Yeah, those standards are skyscraping high.” 

In a fit of rage, (Y/N) ripped the curtain open and sauntered out of the tub, getting as close to Lip as possible. “You don’t get to fucking judge my decisions, Philip,” she spat, jabbing her index finger against his chest. “Who I sleep with or don’t sleep with is none of your business. And you sure as hell are one to talk. Your list is not the most pristine, either. Starting with Karen, for example.”

“Don’t you fucking talk about her,” he said through gritted teeth, pushing back on her as she had. “You don’t talk about her.” 

“What? You can dish it out but can’t fucking take it, huh?”

“I can take whatever you fucking throw at me, (Y/N). I ain’t scared of you.” 

“Maybe you should be,” she continued. There was almost no space between them. She had him pressed against the wall, their noses almost touching as they heaved in anger. “There is no one else that can put you in your place like I can, and you know it.” 

“I don’t need you to put me in my place.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re so fucking infuriating!” 

“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?” 

Lip’s next move was a surprise to her. She was expecting him to keep yelling or stomp out of the bathroom. Instead, he placed a hand on either side of her face and crashed his lips onto hers. He was all kinds of rough and forceful, clashing teeth and lips together without any care. But somehow, (Y/N) found herself kissing back just as roughly, grabbing onto the lapel of his jacket. 

But it wasn’t until she felt the roughness of his hands on the skin of her back that she realized she had jumped out of the shower, naked and still dripping with water. She jumped away from Lip as though his touch was fire and scrambled for her towel, trying her best to cover her body from him.

“Why are you covering yourself now?” he laughed. “I already saw everything, (Y/N).”

“Fuck you, Philip.”

“I was gonna let you,” he grinned. “But it looks like you got performance anxiety. Maybe you’re not as good as guys say.” 

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I’m great in bed,” she argued. “But I would rather do it with someone I actually like.”

“It’s just sex, (Y/N),” he countered. “This is not to fall in love.” 

(Y/N) kept quiet for a beat, thinking over the boy’s request. His reputation for being a good lay preceded him, and she would have been lying if she said she had never thought about it. But the fact that his personality was almost revolting made her wonder if it was worth it. 

“God, you’re so fucking infuriating,” she said before doing the same thing he had done. “This means nothing. You’re just convenient.”

“Right,” he chuckled against her mouth. “Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh, shut up already.” 

“Make me.” 

Her lips did all the answering, molding to his mouth perfectly, their tongues dancing together in perfect symphony. If she had believed in fate and the alignment of the universe, she would have deluded herself into thinking that they were meant to be. 

Lip’s clothes were rough against her unclothed skin, the zippers and the fabrics scratching at her body and rubbing the most sensitive parts of her body that were exposed. Warmth pooled between her legs with the kiss alone, and her body’s reaction scared her. It was almost instantaneous, and it had been the first time it had happened. 

“It’s not fair that I’m the only one that’s naked,” she said breathlessly.

“Do you ever stop fucking talking?” 

“Not when my mouth’s unoccupied,” she snickered. “And I have a lot to say.”  

“You’re too fucking much,” he grumbled as he took off layer after layer of clothing, letting them fall to the floor. “Now come here.”

He kissed her roughly again, pressing his chest as close to her body as he could, his hands snaking to the small of her back. As their mouth moved in synch, they walked backward until her back was pressed against the wall, the coldness making her skin erupt in goosebumps. But his hands were enough to build a fire inside her. The way they mapped every inch of her body and worked in tandem with his mouth to find her most sensitive spots. 

Lip nipped at her jaw and her neck, traveling down to her collarbone as his hands tweaked the hardened peaks of her breasts. Somehow, he was able to annoy her within an inch of raging ire and could bring her to the brink of orgasm with just his mouth and hands. 

In a swift move, Lip turned (Y/N), bending her against the wall as he pulled the zipper of his pants down. The clothes pooled at his ankles as he held his cock and lined himself up with her wetness, running the head across her fold and teasing her clit. 

“For someone that is just doing this out of convenience, you’re really wet,” he chuckled darkly. “Have you been dreaming about this?” 

“I could ask the same of you, Philip,” she retorted. “Because for someone that doesn’t really care, you’re really fucking hard.” 

“I’m only just a man, (Y/N).” 

“How about you shut up and prove it already, then? Maybe…” 

(Y/N)’s words died in her throat as she felt him sink into her completely, stretching her walls like no one had done before. He took the air out of her lungs, a moan getting strangled in her throat at the suddenness. 

Lip didn’t move instantly, allowing her body to get used to the size. At least, that was what he would have said if she had asked. Truthfully, being inside her was the most overwhelming experience he had ever had. He needed a moment to compose himself before he busted too early. The last thing he needed was for (Y/N) to have more ammo against him. He enjoyed their bickering reparté, but he had quite the reputation when it came to sex, and he wouldn’t let her ruin it. Even if his body was trying to betray him. 

Once he felt he could control himself, he started moving hips, quickly setting a pace that had (Y/N) letting out a string of moans that he wanted to listen to for the rest of his life. Her hands gripped the towel bar before her, her knuckles turning white from the tightness. She met his every move, pushing against him as he pummeled into her. 

“Harder,” she meweled. “Fuck me harder, Philip.” 

Lip did exactly as told. Skin met skin at a rapid pace, filling the otherwise quiet room with pants, moans, and slaps. Even her using his full name did not put a damper on his mood, rather loved the way it sounded in her mouth. And for the first time, it didn’t sound like she was saying it with  hate. At least, not completely. 

He snaked his hand around her body, his hand finding the mound of her clit and pressing two fingers on it. They circled and rolled the bud, making her walls clench around him as he pistoned into her. He knew both of them were reaching their end. The tightening of her cunt and the tightening of his balls told him enough.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Lip. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” 

“I wasn’t planning to.” 

And he didn’t. He kept thrusting until (Y/N) let out a pleasurable yell that had him covering her mouth. As he did, she bit down on his skin unconsciously, making him moan and awakening something in him he didn’t know was dormant. It brought him right to the brink of his end, and it took everything in him to leave her warmth and explode all over her ass. 

His body slumped over hers, absentmindedly kissing the skin of her shoulder as they both came down from their orgasm. They felt comfortable in their silence, their pants synching and their bodies melting against each other. If they could have, they would have fallen asleep in that very position. 

But a knock on the door startled them apart.

“Yo, I need the bathroom,” Carl called from the other side of the door. “I’ve gotta piss real bad.” 

“Can you go downstairs, Carl?” (Y/N) asked. “I’m just finishing up in the shower.” 

“Ugh, fine! Just hurry up. There’s more people in this house, you know?” 

“Yeah, sorry!” 

After wiping themselves down, Lip and (Y/N) started getting dressed, neither meeting each other’s gaze. “We don’t speak about this to anyone,” she finally said. “Especially not Ian. And this can’t happen ever again.” 

“Sure,” he mumbled. “Whatever you say.” 

“I’m serious, Philip,” she pleaded, placing a hand on his chest to get his attention. “If Ian finds out, I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

“I won’t say anything,” he laughed, looking at her in a way he never had before. “But I wouldn’t mind if this happened again.” 

“Are you serious?” 

“What? The rumors are true. You are a good lay.” 

“You’re not too bad yourself, Mr. Gallagher,” she grinned before stopping at the door to exit first. “But I don’t think this will happen again.” 

“Keep telling yourself that, (Y/N).” 

“Fuck off, Philip,” she whispered from the end of the hall before disappearing into the boys’ bedroom, leaving Lip to think of just how he could make this a repeat situation.

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[local-crying-boy]

ℂ 𝕆 𝔻 𝕞 𝕖 𝕟 𝕙 𝕖 𝕒 𝕕 𝕔 𝕒 𝕟 𝕟 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤

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How they are like in a relationship pt2

Characters included: Alex Keller, Philip Graves, Nikolai, Hadir Karim

A/n: I don’t know a lot about other CoD characters that I have not written this headcannon for, so I apologise for my lack of knowledge and that the others are missing <3

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Alex Keller

Our little American is the sweetest man here.

He’s one respectful, kind and loving man (not like the others aren’t) but he’s the type who just knows what’s going on with you by a simple look

He calls you names like ‘baby’ ‘sweetheart’

He’s got a list of jokes he wants to tell you, and has told you the CIA one a few times in hopes that it does soon become funny

Loves it when you tell him stupid jokes as well

Phillip Graves

Pet names like ‘sweetheart’ ‘honey’ ‘doll’ ‘baby’. Stupid little ones you expect southern Americans to use (for obvious reasons)

He doesn’t like leaving for missions when you and him got together, he wanted to be with you and give you all the love you deserve

So, since he can’t always be there, he would drown you in gifts and affection the minute he got home.

He usually tries to show this all the time, but you know that sometimes he just simply comes back completely and utterly mentally and physically exhausted.

He can’t say much about what he does, but he can still somewhat confine in you (as much as he insists he’s okay)

Nikolai

King of forehead kisses. You cannot tell me otherwise.

He’s talk asf (well, he’s taller than me and I’m short asf), so he can just tower over you and plant soft kisses over your head.

He’s older too, so he’s screaming major respect and being a decent man that you might not find in younger lads (for example the boys my age -.-)

He was also reluctant at first to be with you, his age was one thing as the age gap between you and him was a little too large for his liking.

However, you heavily grew on this man and he couldn’t help but FINALLY admit his feelings.

RUSSIAN NICKNAMES

Most of the time you don’t know what he’s called you, but, hey-ho, at least it’s something.

Has, at least once, insulted you in Russian without you knowing and covered it up as a pet name (you never heard him call you it more than once)

Hadir Karim

Hadir knows how it feels to loose those who are close to him, he’s practically lost his entire family due to the war going on in Urzikstan.

When he first met you, he wasn’t planning on falling in love with you, let alone date you.

However, one things leads to another and the two of you ended up getting together (yipeee)

His worst fear is losing you, after everyone he’s lost, he doesn’t want to lose another.

If you’re a solider, he’s mostly watching out for you when you’re fighting, waiting for the moment that he might have to jump in and make sure you don’t die.

It’s an extreme, of course, he knows you are completely capable of taking care of yourself, but caution didn’t kill the cat, curiosity did, and he’s happy to admit he’s not curious to see if you could survive the worse of the worst.

Speaks little sentences to you in Arabic, he doesn’t care if you understand or not (he hopes that, one day, you’ll be able to catch onto certain phrases and words)

Masterlist

[b0g-b0y]

I vomited this out in 30 min. Not good not bad just meh.

Ghost x m reader. (Shadow company)

Love You More

His eyes scanned the bigger man, it’s been so long since he’d seen Ghost. He used to work with shadow from time to time but Ghost wasn’t a solo man anymore as he joined 141. The memory of Ghost's face still stranded the hallway. The memory of his clothes, weighing on a hanger. Y/n remember that time as they were something but not together it weighed on his heart like a garden that never grew.

The way Y/n saw Ghost looked at soap hurt, why was he so jealous?

Eventually brought out of his thoughts as Y/n overheard Gaz and Soap spit out an insult about shadow company.” Nothing but we dogs they are. Not to be trusted might as well put them down” Y/n overheard one of them say. But not a word fell from Ghost's lips, it stung how he expected Ghost to pipe up and say they were not all bad. But those lines never fell from the man’s lips. Just a small chuckle.

Later that night Y/n found Ghost taking a smoke late at night. Taking the opportunity to light up his own cigarette. “ Simon… how have you been?” Y/n spoke with a small crack in their voice. “ Been good.” Ghost replied with a short gruff response. The memory of Simon stroking their hair in bed together and Simon's deep voice softly speaking that “ I’d never hurt you.” But why did that feel like a lie, what changed so much in their relationship. “ Do you hate me?” Y/n spoke as smoke fell from his lips. “ No more. Y/n. No more of this whatever we had.” Before Ghost could continue Y/n spoke up. “ I’m not Graves! So you and everyone need to stop treating me like a damn devil. I’m not Philip! And I didn’t call out those orders…” Y/n snapped clearly he’s been stuck in his head a lot recently. “ But you’re his damn dog Y/n! You're at his heels the moment he speaks.” Ghost growled. As he throughout his cigarette. “ Fine, throw away whatever you want. You're just what you said you were. You're dead from this world. “ Y/n spoke bitterly. “ I will always care for you more, even if you don’t believe me you know my loyalty is true.” Y/n's heart screamed for him to confess that he more than cared about the British man.

As days passed Y/n stayed awake hoping Ghost would come in his door. But it was never that way it seemed like it never would be like that again. Maybe he was just a dog meant to be put to sleep. Again it seemed whenever Y/n made progress of getting over Ghost he would run into him again.

Shadow Company was meant to lend a hand to 141. But just like last time things went south, how did it come to this? How did it come to this, how was Y/n sitting in an empty room with cracked walls holding his side as he felt warm liquid fall down his hand and drip onto the floor. He didn’t remember, he couldn’t remember.

Y/n's eyes felt hazy; he could barely see the figures that rushed through the door. The faint blur of a skull mask brought a small smile to his cracked lips. However he didn’t recognize the other blur next to him.

His dark brown eyes bored into Y/ns e/c eyes. “ You can tell me I’m to blame if you say you’ll stay for sure.” Y/n said as his words fell from his mouth without thinking. “I feel all the same. I will always love you more.” Y/n's voice broke as he held onto the sleeve of Ghost. “ You’ll be okay Y/n, stop speaking nonsense you’ve gone mad yeah?” Ghost spoke with a panic hidden in his voice. But it was too late and things went dark.

That garden they would have talked about would never happen. That garden would never grow, not now, not ever.

Soap put a hand and Ghost's shoulder. “ Ghost, mate it’s ok he’s just a shadow company member just a merc. Let him go.” The Scottish man spoke. “ He’s more than that Soap it’s complicated… Soap he loved me for me and I turned my back on him, I promised I’d never… I promised I’d never hurt him. I promised so much. It doesn’t matter who he bloody belongs to.” Ghost snapped. Soaps browse frowned. “ He was right he will alway love me more” Ghost said as his voice cracked.

New furniture cracked from no contact

And the garden, it never grew.

[winchesterwild78]

Whiskey Kisses and Broken Promises

Story Warnings: mention of masturbation, drinking, cheating, unprotected sexual contact (cover it up guys), oral sex (female receiving), fluff

Minors DNI 18+

A/N: this story came to me when I was listening to Lips of an Angel by Hinder. I do not mean any disrespect to Jensen or his wife. This is a work of fiction and in NO WAY depicts real events. I adore Jensen and respect him. That being said please enjoy my latest story. Not sure if this is just a quick story or if I’m making this into a series.

All work is my own, please don’t take it or copy it. This was written and edited fast. Please over look any errors.

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You sat at the bar sipping a fruity drink. You didn’t want to get drunk you just needed something to take the edge off. Your husband and you were drifting apart and no matter what you did nothing helped. You were heartbroken and frustrated. It had been months if not longer since he called you beautiful or made love to you. You were constantly building up his confidence while yours fell. Anytime you tried to initiate sex he shot you down.

Tonight when you brought it up he told you that you were mistaken. He knew he had complimented you last week when you made a delicious dinner. “I told you thank you and dinner was delicious. How is that not a compliment” he asked. You looked at him with tears in your eyes. “Complimenting my cooking is not the same thing as complimenting me.” You said softly. “What about sex. You haven’t touched me in months.” You said crying. “Well I can’t help I’m not as young as I used to be. Besides some times it’s just easier to masturbate than to have sex.” He said. You let out an audible sob. You grabbed your jacket and purse and headed for the door. “I’m going out for a while. I’ll be back later. I need to clear my head” you said as you walked out the door.

You got to your car and just cried. A few minutes later you composed yourself and drove to a local hotel. You parked and went inside. You headed straight for the bar. You and your friends frequently went to this bar because you knew the bartender and it was a better atmosphere than some club. You walked in and Philip the bartender saw you. He motioned you over and you sat at the end of the bar.

“Hey y/n, you okay” he asked placing a napkin in front of you. “No. We are drifting apart and I don’t know how much fight I have left in me” you said as a tear slipped out. He grabbed your hand and rubbed it. “I’m sorry. I wish I could shake him to wake him up.” Philip said. “Let me get your drink” he said.

So here you were. Sitting at the bar sipping your drink and thinking about your marriage falling apart. You were too busy in your head to see anyone else in the bar. Philip would come over checking on you every few minutes but mostly he left you alone. The bar seemed pretty busy for a weeknight.

You were lost in thought when you heard a deep voice next to you. “This seat taken” the gruff voiced asked. Without looking up you shook your head no. You were still consumed with your thoughts you didn’t pay attention to the man beside you. Philip walked up and said “what can I get you” asking the stranger. “Just a whiskey thank you” he said. His voice sounded familiar so you looked up. There sitting next to you was Jensen Ackles. Your heart stopped beating and a lump formed in your throat. You had been a fan for years and wow he was even more gorgeous in person. He made eye contact and you quickly looked away.

Philip walked back over with his whiskey and looked at you. “Hey y/n, you want another drink” he asked. “Yes please, thank you Philip.” You said meeting his gaze. He took your hand and said “you’re welcome sweetheart. It’ll all work out. He’s a fool” then he walked away.

You sat in silence playing with your glass. You felt the heat coming from Jensen’s body. You smelled his cologne mixed with the whiskey on his breath and it was driving your senses wild. You took a chance and looked at him. He met your eyes and smiled. He tipped his head toward you. You gave him a soft smile. You wanted to look away but his eyes were so mesmerizing you couldn’t. You didn’t notice Philip sit your drink down.

Jensen smiled and extended his hand. “Hello. I’m Jensen and you are” he said. “Oh um, I know who you are. I’ve been a fan for years. Oh I’m y/n. Nice to meet you” you said almost fainting as you touched him.

“So what brings you here tonight drinking alone” he asked you taking his glass in his hand. You watched him as the glass went to his lips. His mouth parted and his tongue teased the side of the glass. Whiskey slowly poured into his mouth and you couldn’t help but swallow hard.

God why does he have to look so sexy. What I wouldn’t give to be that glass. Just one second on his lips. Feeling his breath on mine, his lips, tongue and those hands on my body. Snap out of it. You’re married and so is he.

“Um, excuse me” you said getting up and heading to the bathroom. You went into the stall and tried to steady your breath. You’re just craving connection and he’s been a crush for decades. You’re just projecting your desire for intimacy on him. Stop it! You yelled at yourself. You walked out of the stall, washed your face and walked back to the bar.

“Everything okay, darling” he asked when you sat down. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just going through some things” you said looking at him. He offered you that killer smile and he said “me too”. “So what brings you here” you asked him. “Oh just had to get away for a bit. I got in my car and just drove. I pulled over here to get some rest and a drink.” He said lifting his empty glass. Philip walked over and asked if he wanted another. Jensen said yes and Philip came back with another glass of whiskey. He was watching the two of you interact and smiled.

Jensen’s phone buzzed. He rolled his eyes but answered it. You tried not to listen but you couldn’t help it. “No, I needed to get away Dee. I told you I can’t do this anymore. I’m tired of banging my head on the ceiling and anytime I bring up things bothering me you throw in my face how I’m gone all the time. You knew I was going to be gone filming a lot. I’ve tried to stay home as much as I can. But when I’m there you disappear and when I try to initiate sex you blow me off. I love you, Dee. I just don’t think I’m in love with you anymore.” He said before hanging up the phone.

Tears pricked your eyes. His world was falling apart too and all you wanted to do was to help him. You thought they had a solid marriage. Your heart broke for him. A few minutes of silence passed between the two of you before he apologized for the phone call. “It’s okay. I’m sorry you’re having a hard time too. I hope everything works out for you and her.” You said offering him a smile.

He touched your hand and said “thank you, but I know it’s over. You know in your heart when you’ve reached the end of a relationship.” He looked at you with hurt in his eyes. “I know. I’m there too. It’s heart breaking and scary. My marriage is over but I’ve fought so hard to save it. He has no interest in saving it” you said as tears fell “well, he’s a fool for not wanting to stay with you” Jensen said wiping a tear from your cheek. Without thinking you leaned into his touch.

Philip walked over and you paid your tab. You felt your body responding to Jensen’s touch and you needed to get away. You knew it was wrong. Even though he said his marriage was over and yours was too, you were both married. Jensen downed his whiskey and paid his tab too. As he stood so did you. You both walked towards the lobby. “It was nice meeting you Y/N, I hope to see you around sometime.” Jensen said. “You too, Jensen. I wish you nothing but the best.” You both stood there for a minute before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. His lips were soft and his hot breath sent a chill through your body. You pulled away touching your lips. They were on fire.

Before either of you could truly comprehend what was happening, Jensen pulled you by the hand into the elevator. Once the door closed he pressed you against the wall pinning your hands above your head and his lips captured yours in a deep needy kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue swept across your lips asking for entrance. You parted your lips and he deepened the kiss. Your tongues fighting for dominance. His kiss tasted like whiskey and mint. It was intoxicating and made you weak.

Once the elevator door opened he had you by the hand leading you to his room. He opened the door and led you in. As he pushed you into the door he pushed the door shut. His hands were roaming your body and you both were panting. His lips were trailing down your jaw and onto your neck. He nibbled and you moaned loudly. God this man felt amazing. Jensen pulled you off the door and spun you around to the bed. He laid you down and pulled his shirt off over his head. Revealing his toned chest. You sat up and pulled your shirt off revealing your bra covered breasts. Jensen bit his lip and started to unbutton his pants.

You were watching every move he made and you felt your body respond to him. He slid his pants down and he stood in front of you in his boxers. You could see the outline of his slightly hard cock and you bit your lip. From what you could see he was big. The anticipation made you wet. He helped take your pants off and left you in your bra and panties. “You’re absolutely beautiful sweetheart” he said looking over your body. You blushed and gave him a gentle smile.

You leaned up on your elbows and he unhooked your bra freeing your large supple breasts to him. He groaned as he took his hands and grabbed your bare breasts. He took your lips in his and kissed you down to your breasts. As he took one nipple in his mouth he pinched the other causing a moan from your mouth. He kissed down your body to your panty line. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and looked at you. You shook your head yes giving him permission to remove them.

He stood and removed his boxers and you finally saw his length. God he was huge. You bit your lip and felt your body tingle with anticipation. Jensen positioned himself between your legs and kissed up your thighs. He took his fingers and parted your folds feeling how wet you were for him. He placed a soft kiss on your clit. You squirmed under his touch. His hot breath rushing over your wet folds. He inserted two fingers hooking them up as he attacked your clit. You moved into his touch. Running your fingers in his hair pushing him into you. God he knew what he was doing. You felt your orgasm coming.

“Jensen I’m going to cum” you said breathlessly. He lifted his head “cum for me y/n. Cum on my tongue.” That’s all it took. You came hard and as you came Jensen lapped up your juices like a starved man. He helped you ride out your orgasm before he got up. He positioned himself in between your legs and pumped his length a few times before lining it up with your entrance. He waited until you were ready. You nodded and moved your hips.

He slowly pushed in your dripping wet pussy. His length and girth was so big. You’d never had someone so big. He pushed in waiting to allow you time to adjust to his size. The way you felt was a mixture of pain and pleasure. He was halfway in and you moved your hips. “Move Jensen. I want to feel all of you” you said. Jensen pushed in all the way bottoming out. You both gasped and he leaned his forehead against yours. He stayed still for a minute then he started to move his hips.

You wrapped your legs around him and pushed into him. He set a steady pace pushing in and out of you. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh and moans filled the room. Jensen was getting close. You could feel his thrusts getting faster as he chased his release. As he came he leaned down and captured your lips. Kissing you passionately and deeply. You felt his seed coat your walls. He kissed you again before he got up to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. Once you were both clean he threw the washcloth in the floor and crawled back in bed with you.

You laid in each other’s arms knowing what you both did was wrong, but you both wanted, no needed it. Jensen was rubbing his fingers up and down your arm. You had your head and hand on his chest. Hearing his heartbeat and its steady rhythm made you yearn for him. “Jensen, I want you to know I don’t regret this. You were amazing and I feel peaceful and incredibly happy.” You said rubbing his chest. “I don’t regret this either y/n, you made me feel wanted and needed. I haven’t felt that in a very long time.” Jensen tilted your head up and kissed you again. His lips were soft and needy. He deepened the kiss and you moaned in his mouth.

As the two of you laid there drifting off to sleep you couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. Is this just a one night fling or something more? That of course was tomorrow’s problem. Tonight you were in the arms of an incredible man who helped make you feel alive again.

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Schilling for your thought Part 3

König x f!reader

Summary: König and you finally get to explore what you feel for each other. Heavy SMUT Part 1 here. Part two here

Word count: 7.569

Warnings: mega fluff, heavy sexual content, König´s a switch(!!), P in V sex, reader is using an IUD (wrap it before you tap it!!), rough, dirty talk (lots of it), heavy petting, confessions, dom König, submissive König, oral (m! receiving), a little butt play

Authors note: Geeeeeez, this is nothing but teeny tiny little plot and the rest is just self indulgent smut. Heavy smut! It´s not proofread yet just because it´s fucking loooooong :D Please enjoy and let me know what you think. My asks are open.

König of course kept his word. Two days after kissing the daylights out of you, he tried his best to not look nervous as he entered Price´s office. Half an hour later he came back outside, shaking Price´s hand and walked away to find you.

You were currently underneath one of the military jeeps trying to fix it when you heard a familiar yet unwelcome voice. “Eeeyyy,___. Mind crawling out from underneath there so I can finally show you a good time?” It was late, the jeep your last job for today and you certainly did not have the nerve for Graves´ stupid pick up lines right now. Not when you knew exactly how he would react after you´d reject him for the hundredth time. “I´m busy, Philip. Why don´t you bother someone else? Or better yet, don´t!”

He sighed over dramatically and you heard him suck in a breath through his teeth. You smirked. You were getting to him and you loved it. From the corner of your eyes you saw another pair of enormous combat boots walking towards the jeep. You knew who that was and had to stifle your laughter. This was going to be fun. Hopefully König caught on as soon as he was close enough.

Looking over at Graves´ boots you suspected him to be leaned against the jeep. His boots pointed away from the vehicle so you guessed he was facing away from you. That´s good, you thought. König came to a halt at the rear end of the jeep so it was not possible for Graves to notice him unless he made some noise.

“I really don’t understand your motivation of shutting me down all the time,___. I´m a decent guy.” You were sure you cracked a rib at that moment, trying not to laugh out loud. “I didn’t want to go on a date with you, Philip, and the very next day my Captain had to present me with a 5 page list of examples on how I do not know how to do my job. You´re seriously telling me that wasn’t you?!” You were getting a little pissed now remembering that conversation with Price. “That´s not decent, that´s petty as fuck.”

“We all did something in our careers we´re not proud of, honey. Doesn’t mean we need to unnecessarily dwell on it.” You felt the angry rush in your ears become louder and even saw König´s boot twitch. “So now you´re trying to wear me out until I say yes? Have you no self-worth?” You could hear him hiss. “Do you have to call it that?” he spat but caught himself quickly. “___, I´m trying here. I think you are definitely worth asking more than once and believe me, I don’t usually do that.”

“I´m honoured” you drawled with a sarcastic eyeroll. “But you need to stop asking me, Graves. I´m no longer available.”

You heard him scoffing and saw his boots turning and facing you, halting directly next to your legs sticking out from underneath the vehicle. “You know, you should really stop playing so hard to get,___.” Your blood was boiling in your veins and you felt the unbearable urge to scream. But then you thought you would play a little game with the blond. Hopefully König would get the idea.

You manoeuvred yourself out from under the Jeep and stood up facing Graves´ smug expression. His eyes were narrowed as he crossed his arms leaning forward a little. “No longer available…So what, you´ve got a boy toy now?” From behind him you saw König´s hood appear behind the Jeep. A shiver ran over you when he appeared fully, hunched over looking like he was ready to pounce, his arms just hanging at his sides. His whole posture reminded you less of a human and more of a wild predator that has just locked down its next victim. His head tilted as he stared at Graves´ neck.

“I wouldn’t call him a boy toy if I were you” you said with an ugly smirk. “Or what?” Graves sounded amused. “I´ll rip your throat out with my bare hands” König hissed close behind him. Whipping round with a horrified expression on his face, Graves found himself face to chest with König. Looking up slowly he gulped when he saw the two piercing orbs dark with malice staring down at him, unblinking. He really did look unnerving though you didn’t pay it any mind. The pale face of Philip Graves was just most enjoyable. He composed himself quickly though. Stepping back out of König´s reach he turned to you with an almost disgusted face. “Really,___? That´s what you´re going for?”

You stepped between him and König, your hand balling into a fist. “He´s worth ten of you” you spat. Graves just scoffed and ran his hand over his face. “Fine,” said, his eyes narrowed. “Don´t come crawling to me when he has one of his episodes and rips you apart!” Stunned you could only watch as König stepped around you and a massive hand grabbed Graves by his collar pulling him up on his toes. “One more word, Arschloch, and I´ll snap your puny little neck like a twig!” (Asshole)

“König” you said calmly but firm. “König, let it go. Come on, love. Don´t.” He let Graves go with a growl. The blond coughed and turned immediately, walking out the hangar. You observed König´s back, his posture. He was breathing heavily, his shoulders were tens and his huge arms flexed. You waited another moment until he turned and looked at you. He was rigid, as if he was only waiting for you to turn and run. Instead you took a few steps until you were right in front of him. It was quiet, no soul around. Carefully you reached out your hand and took his shaking one. Immediately his shoulders relaxed and slumped forward.

“Tut mir leid, dass du das sehen musstest, Maus.“ (I´m sorry you had to see that, mouse). You shook your head immediately, gliding your thumb over his knuckles. “Graves is an ass. At least now he´ll stop bothering me” you smiled up at him as he gently squeezed your hand. Still looking shaken up, he pulled you into his embrace and hugged you firmly. You wound your arms around his slim waist that you came to love beyond measure and pressed your face into his chest. He was incredibly warm, his pecks making for a very cosy place to rest your head. His hands rubbed gently all over your back and neck. Standing there for quite a while just breathing each other in, caressing, lightly chuckling. König´s whisper reached your ears after a while. “You….you are not afraid of me, are you?” Quickly you leaned your head back and grabbed his waist with both hands reassuringly. “No, König. No, I´m not afraid of you. You give me absolutely no reason to be.” He nodded but avoided eye contact.

An uncomfortable feeling made its was into your guts. You really didn’t like seeing him like that. “König” you whispered gently and raised your hands to his hood, grabbing it. “May I?” you asked with a small smile. He nodded an took your hands in his, helping you remove his hood. The gentle mess of auburn hair fell into his face and the stubble on his chin and cheeks slowly became longer. You gently raked your hands over his handsome face. Closing his eyes he leaned into your touch with a twitch of his lips.

“Can I kiss you?” you breathed and he huffed disbelievingly. “Natürlich, Maus” (Of course, mouse) “You don’t need to ask me that” Grinning you stood on your toes and pressed your lips to his firmly. A long breath escaped his nose when he kissed you back and cupped your jaw. Quickly the kiss turned into something more. More feeling, more passion. König´s arm wound itself around your waist to stabilise you as he walked you backwards. Your back hit the Jeep gently and without hesitation you knew what he would do. When his brute strength hauled you upwards you wound your legs around his waist immediately. Groaning he planted himself to the ground and placed both hands possessively onto your ribcage.

The feeling of his scourging hands burning through your top made you shiver uncontrollably. His mouth moved over yours with gentle vigour, his tongue poking out to play with yours. A little whine escaped you and you happily buried your fingers in his hair. Both your hearts hammering in your chests the heat between you almost became unbearable. His touch was exactly what you had imagined in your dreams, only better, hotter, firmer. Sliding one hand down your torso he lay it onto your thigh that was wrapped around him, stroking up and down until he let his hand wander onto your ass. When you felt his large palm pressing into it and his fingers flexing into your soft flesh the moan that escaped you was low and dirty. “Mein Schatz,” (My treasure) he panted against your mouth. Moving it over your jaw and down your neck, making you hiccup and roll your hips into him. He hissed and moved his other hand to your bum, completely holding you up by your ass.

“Tell me again, Liebling, are you afraid of me?” You didn’t trust your own tongue at this moment unless it was in his mouth, so you just shook your head. He growled and nipped your throat sharply making you yelp slightly. “No” you whimpered. “Are you mine, süße Maus?” (sweet mouse)

“Yes, yes, yours” you managed. Your brain felt like it had been set ablaze. Firing shockwaves throughout your body, down your spine and right between your legs. König hummed satisfied while licking one broad stripe up your neck promptly kissing you again, rendering you speechless and needy. You could feel the little hairs in his neck becoming slick with sweat. “König” you breathed into his mouth. “König, l-let´s go s-somewhere else. Please.” He detached from you and leaned his forehead onto yours, panting and biting his lip. After a few moments you felt him nod quickly and raising his head.

When you saw his face you whimpered again. His lips were swollen and glistened with saliva. His forehead was damp, his cheeks flaming red only making his freckles stand out all the more. His eyes had almost lost all colour they were blown so wide and still, he looked at you like you were the sun, the stars, the entire universe to him. Shaking his head lightly he carefully set you down onto your feet again. You swayed a little and chuckling he held your waist. You looked up at him dreamily.

“Are you sure, Maus? I-I haven’t even taken you out on a date yet and…I-I can wait you know.” Your heart melted for his ability to kiss you senseless, touch you so possessively and still be the most thoughtful man you´d ever been with. “I´m sure, mein hübscher” (my handsome boy) you said with a giggle, stroking his face as he bashfully avoided your gaze and grinned like a maniac at your compliment. “How ´bout we go to my place and just…see what happens. Nothing has to, I want you to know that.” König looked at you lovingly and nodded his head.

It was almost comical how he seemed to dwarf everything he was sitting on or standing in. Right now he stood in your small living room looking very interested in your overflowing bookshelves. Smiling you looked at him over your kitchen island, pouring two glasses of wine. You walked over just as he pulled out a very old copy of Goethe´s Faust. “Is that how you leaned German?” he asked with a raised eyebrow, holding up the book. “That´s very ambitious, Maus. Goethe wasn’t exactly known for his easy way of using German.” You giggled a bit and handed him his glass. “No, I learned it mostly through YouTube videos and watching dubbed Movies with English subtitles.” He hummed in understanding and put the book back onto the shelf. You sat down on your couch and patted the spot next to you. Eagerly he stepped around your coffee table and plopped down next to you. His massive thighs almost made you drool when he spread them wide to get comfortable.

Again his unique scent invaded your nose and you took a deep breath. Looking down at you he gazed into your eyes, your glasses of wine forgotten on the table in front of you. His arm went over the back of the couch and contently you snuggled closer into his side. Neither of you knew how to proceed exactly but that didn’t really matter. You were both very content at this moment. “You want to watch a movie?” you asked him. He smiled and nodded his head quickly. Thus, you watched a movie and drank one glass after the other. Slightly tipsy you both cackled at the comedy on your TV. Sometimes you had to bury your head into his side, feeling his racing heart against your forehead. His arm was constantly over your shoulders, pulling you closer and closer. At one point your hand landed on his thigh and he took a deep breath but as you looked up at him his eyes were trained on the TV. Ears bright red and grinning slightly.

When the movie ended and you were both still giggling and wiping away tears you turned to him. “Stay here” you said with conviction. “Stay here tonight.” His eyes went wide. “Are you sure? I didn’t bring anything…” You felt your stomach clench. “You don’t want to?” He suddenly looked panicked and took your face in his hands. “No, no, Maus, I do. I really do. It´s just…I don’t want to take advantage or anything. I…I can´t mess this up.” He looked genuinely concerned. “König” you said chuckling a bit. “König, you´re not taking advantage. I asked you to stay. I have a spare toothbrush, we´re both off tomorrow and like I said, nothing has to happen. I just want you close, that´s all.”

“That´s all” he breathed incredulously. “Maus, all I want is to be as close to you.” He leaned his forehead against yours. “Ever since you walked into the bookstore and I saw you for the first time, the first time I heard your sweet voice, the first time I touched your beautiful skin, the first time you allowed me to kiss you….Maus. You have no idea how much you´ve got me wrapped around your finger. I´d do anything for you. To make you happy.” You felt your eyes sting. With every ounce of adoration you had for him you threw yourself into his arms and kissed him like your life depended on it.

He reciprocated in kind, holding you close to him by the small of your back. “I dreamt about you, right after our first meeting” you confessed. He looked surprised but smiled brilliantly. “Really?” You nodded your head vigorously. “Yes. I couldn’t get you out of my head, my love. You´ve invaded everything. My mind, my dreams….my heart.” A heavy breath escaped him quickly at your words. He closed his eyes shut, sucking in his lips. When he looked at you again you saw a distinct wetness in them.

Standing from the couch you reached out your hand in invitation. He grabbed it immediately and followed you into your bedroom.

You stood at the foot of your bed, looking up at him. Again he had that look of utter devotion on his face and you felt your knees go weak. Not thinking much about it you grabbed the hem of your top and pulled it over your head. König sucked in a breath through his teeth and groaned low in his throat. “Maus” he breathed, licking his lips. “I-I don’t have much experience, I´m sorry. I was 16 when I joined the military…“ “König, darling, it´s okey” you said when you saw how vulnerable he seemed. “I´m sorry if I overstepped. We can just cuddle and go to sleep. I promise, this´ll not change the way I feel about you.”

He chuckled. “I said I was inexperienced, not that I´m not dying to make you feel good. Or that I don’t know how.” A violent shiver ran down your spine when he stepped closer to you taking hold of your waist. Slowly and feathery light he stroked his palms up and down your ribs, staring at you fascinatedly. His hands were calloused and a little rough but it only enhanced your wish to feel his touch on every inch of your body. You lifted your own hands and explored his torso. It really was impressive. Broad shoulders, big arms. Your palms raked over the expanse of his chest and down his ripped stomach. Everything was hard, except his pecks. They were meaty and lightly squishy. Comfortable.

 He gave you a heated gaze and got hold of your hands. Slowly he guided them towards the junction of his shirt and his pants. Grabbing onto it you pulled and he threw it over his head. You swallowed hard. He was even more defined and strong than you thought. You almost didn’t dare touch him. He looked like something carved out of the purest marble, his neck and shoulders scattered lightly with freckles. But there was something different that caught your attention immediately. You could feel your pussy clench around nothing, gushing over the simple little jewellery that adorned his nipples.

“König” you breathed and looked quickly from his face to his nipples and back again. He chuckled a bit standing up straighter. “Not what you expected?” he asked a little smug. You shook your head at him and licked your lips. “I never know what to expect when it comes to you.” You stepped closer to him again lightly touching his soft, pale skin. Gliding your fingers over his various scars. He smiled at you adoringly. “First you tell me you don’t have much experience and then you stand here with fucking nipple piercings. Do you have any idea how hot you are?” You knew you sounded like a horny teenager, salivating over this impressive man.

König scratched his neck bashfully and groaned a little. “Yea, well. I tried to find myself and what defined me for a long time when I was younger. Resulting in a few questionable decisions, I guess. But I regret none of them. It´s just… casual sex…I just can´t figure it out. It´s not for me. I always felt more awful after than before. And it´s not like I don’t have the drive” he chuckled and got hold of your lower back, pulling you close to him. With a gasp and a definite pulsing between your legs you flung your arms around his neck. His lips ghosted over yours when he whispered. “I need connection for sex. I need to know that I´m not just an outlet for any kind of frustration.” He kissed you lightly making you hum in anticipation. Your hands in his neck shaking.

“Can you be that for me, Maus? Can I let go with you?” He sounded vulnerable and hopeful. A shiver ran down your spine when your brain started screaming at you. Tell him, tell him, tell him. Kissing him hard once you looked up at him. His eyes were full of hope and slight concern when he felt you starting to shake in his arms. “Maus?”

“I´m falling for you, König” you rushed out quickly. “I have fallen in love with you…I-I love you.” Still shaking you focused your gaze onto one of his freckles adorning his collar bone, waiting with baited breath weather he would push you away or not. You felt him tense und closed your eyes, ready to break down should he leave.

You could hear him swallow and then his hand was under your chin forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were wet again and your heart squeezed painfully. “It´s such a pain in the ass that after hearing what I have dreamed of for months now, all I think is that I don’t deserve it” his voice sounded choked up. “I don’t want to think like that, Maus. I want to accept your love more than anything. It´s all I want. Because…” With a big sigh he leaned down and whispered right above your ear. “Because I feel the same. I can only sleep knowing you´re safe, I can only eat knowing you´re waiting there as soon as the ramp goes down. I can only fight with everything in me knowing it´ll keep you out of harms way. I can only breath knowing that that little smile of yours is only reserved for me.”

Your nails had dug themselves into his neck while he spoke. “I love you,___.”

Your heart felt like it had liquified itself, pulsing through every cell in your body and not just your chest. Your skin hypersensitive, your eyes wet, your mind racing and calm at the same time. “König?” you whispered. He hummed letting you know you had his attention. “Kiss me. Right now.” There was no hesitation on his side. Pawing at your hips and the hem of your jeans he kissed you so passionately and heavily, you felt your stomach twist deliciously.

Grabbing the back of your thighs he hauled you upwards and onto you bed. Giggling you leaned up on your elbows and looked up at his face. He was grinning slightly, mischievously while playing with the buckle of his belt. You groaned slightly as your eyes zeroed in on his massive bulge. Shit, he was definitely on the bigger side.

“Do you want me to open it?” he asked you. Nodding violently you grinned excitedly as his hand deftly removed his belt, opened the button of his beige cargo pants and lowered the zipper. The pants slid down his strong thighs and he kicked them to the side. “If you get any more attractive I´ll spontaneously combust” you huffed as you shamelessly eyed him up and down. A light dusting of hair covered his thighs, his forearms and a small little trail from his bellybutton down into his boxer briefs. He giggled lightly as he knelt on the bed getting a hold on the hem of your jeans, playing with the button.

“Do your panties match your bra, little one?” You almost laughed out loud at his question. “I´m afraid not today, baby.” He hummed and nosed at your bellybutton, kissing around it, dipping his tongue into it carefully. Your breath caught in your throat and a low whimper left your lips. “Mind if I check?” he asked while still mouthing at your skin. “Please” you said breathlessly. Quickly his long fingers opened the button of your jeans and within a moment they were gone. König knelt above you breathing heavily. His eyes blazing hot raked over your body.

“Himmel hilf mir” (Heaven help me) he huffed and swallowed hard. “Maus, you look even more divine than I imagined so many times.” Leaning down he began nibbling at your throat, slowly lowering his body onto yours. Without hesitation you spread your thighs to accommodate his trim waist and hips. A deep moan rumbled from your chest as you felt his hot, heavy and already impossibly hard cock gently rubbing over your underwear. Locking him in place with your legs he grunted against your collarbone and lightly bit down on it. Licking the little sting immediately he moved his head upwards and plunged his tongue into your mouth. You welcomed him eagerly, raking your nails over his shoulder blades.

Slowly his hand wandered between your body and the mattress, trying to find the clasp of your bra. You arched your back and whispered “In front”. He didn’t hesitate, kissing the swell of your breasts he quickly opened your bra and peeled it off you. Not even waiting for the bra to hit the ground his lips already caught one of your nipples and suckled ever so lightly. “König, fuck…ah!”

Your voice seemed to spur him on. He started rolling his hips into your most sensitive area rhythmically. Stroking his hands all over your body his mouth was very occupied with your nipples. You could feel the wet patch that slowly started to grow in your panties. Whining when he gave a particularly hard suck to an area of your skin you started to meet his pushes between your thighs with your hips. “Fucking hell, Maus. You feel incredible in my arms. So soft. How are you so soft?!” he whined those last words. Raking your fingers through his hair you pushed your head deeper into your pillows, closing your eyes in pure euphoria.

“Schatz, please. Let me touch you more. Can I?” You whined pathetically. “Yes. Anything you want, Liebling. Please touch me.” He growled and moved his hand quickly, desperately between your thighs, covering your pussy with his hand. “Shit” he hissed while licking your neck. “You´re soaked, baby. Going to take me so well, aren´t you?” He began circling your clit through the fabric. Moaning you grabbed his hard biceps next to your head pushing your hips into his hand. He grinned wolfishly. “That´s it. That´s it, baby. Let me hear you. Such a sweet voice, hm?”

“König, please. Please don’t tease me so much, I…I want you so bad. Please, hurry.” You were practically sobbing at this point. His massive frame above you, his hot tongue, purring voice and circling fingers did everything you loved and yet not enough. It was driving you insane that you had this red headed Adonis on top of you, his heart in your hands and it was only scratching the surface.

“Hurry?” he asked a little mockingly. “I don’t think so, Liebling.” His tongue again mapped out your throat, his teeth nipping at your pulse point, pulling whine after whine from you. “You really think you can tell me you love me, that your heart is mine and not expect me to savour every single second of this? I´m sorry, my love. You need to be a little more patient. I´ll fuck you soon enough, don’t worry.”

His filthy yet sweet whispers were everything. Your pussy clamped down on nothing while your hands moved down his broad back towards his ass. “You´re getting wetter by the minute, aren’t you? So receptive, I fucking love it.” A particular sharp suck on your nipple combined with his fingers slipping onto your underwear, had you screaming and hiccupping while he chuckled darkly. Thrashing a little bit to try and get his fingertips to move rougher over your clit he clicked his tongue disapprovingly. Detaching from your chest he moved quickly and grabbed both your wrists, pinning them above your head. His eyes were blown wide while he looked down at you. He was breathing heavily, his jaw set tight as he spoke. “You be good now, Liebling. Keep your hands right there or I´ll stop everything. Do you hear me?” Your eyes were watering out of pure desperation but you nodded none the less. “That´s my girl. Listen to me and I´ll let you come.”

Letting go of your wrists he moved his right hand to your pussy again. Gripping the soft material of your panties he pulled at them once and they gave way. Chuckling he peeled the ripped fabric from your body and slowly moved it towards his nose. In a haze of red lust you watched as he gazed at you almost dazed and pressed the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. A literal growl left his chest and he closed his eyes, his jaw suddenly slack. “Finally. Finally I know that you smell just as perfect as I always thought. Mein Schatz, you´re driving me insane.”

“Want you inside me” you whined pathetically. “Want you to make a mess of me. I´m begging you, please…please.” König threw your ruined panties to the side and looked down on you with a new, soft expression on his face. “Well,” he said gently and raked a knuckle over your damp cheek. “Who am I to deny such a sweet request?” Your heart jumped when he quickly stood from the bed to pull down his underwear. Swallowing hard you let your eyes rake over his sculpted body once again. Saliva gathering in your mouth the moment you realised how defined the V shape of his hips was and where it led. “Oh god,” you breathed when you saw his cock bobbing against his stomach. “König…that´s not going to f-fit.”

He licked his lips and crawled back over you kissing you deeply and taking one of your hands still over your head in his. Guiding it towards his chest you felt his heart racing against your palm. “We´ll take it slow, Maus. Just tell me when it´s too much. The last thing I want is hurt you. I love you.” Feeling a lump forming in your throat you wound your other arm around his back and kissed him with all the love you had for him. “Me too, my love. I love you.”

With that he lowered himself again, and again you accommodated him between your thighs. Hooking your feet over his calves you finally felt his hot, velvety cock right where you wanted it. König groaned when the wetness of yours began to cover his length. “Fuck, baby…where are your condoms?” he asked breathlessly. Your sight was hazy and pure lust fogged your mind but still you knew what you wanted. “I-I had my physical three weeks ago, I´m clean and use an IUD. König…if you want-“ “Don’t say it” he whined and rested his head in the crook of your neck. “Don’t tell me I can be inside you without a barrier. I´ll have an accident.” That made you giggle as you stroked his back affectionately.

“Mein perfektes Mädchen,” (my perfect girl) he said in pure awe. “Are you really sure? I´m not mad if you change your mind. I´m also clean but please, I need you to be sure.” You nodded with a loving smile on your face. “I´m sure, König. I just want to feel you. All of you.” A violent shutter wrecked his body as he closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against yours. He was trying hard to not lose his composure, breathing through his nose but it came out irregular and clipped. Your hands moved to his face and stroked over his cheekbones, the edge of his nose and the gently curve of his lips. He opened his eyes again. Saying that they literally sparkled was not an understatement.

“You ready?” he whispered. Smiling at him you opened your legs a little wider and nodded. He moved slightly and took his cock in his hand. Humming he guided it through your lips, covering it in your slick well. Breathy moans left your lips when the tip slightly bumped your sensitive bundle of nerves. Slowly, tortuously he guided his cock to your entrance and pushed inside. By the time his head was completely inside, your eyes were already wide in wonder, your mouth open but still struggling to suck in air. Pulling back slightly and pushing back inside a little more than before, König worked you open patiently, always paying attention to your features and your reactions. You´ve never felt so full in your life and he wasn’t even all the way inside you. It didn’t hurt but the feelings he pulled out of you were foreign to you.

Little shockwaves wrecked your body every time he dragged his cock in and out of you. You started moving your hips to his gentle thrusts making him groan long and deep. “Perfekt, einfach…argh, perfekt. Fuck, mein Schatz. Wie hab ich dich nur verdient?“ (Perfect, simply perfect. How did I ever deserve you?) You whined and pressed your fingernails deeper into his shoulders making him hiss in pleasure. “You feel incredible, König. So god damn g-good. Please go faster, please. Fuck, ah.” He did as you asked. Moving his hips quicker you couldn’t even tell if he was inside all the way and you didn’t really care. His hands moved, grabbing your waist as he slightly sat back and pulled your hips upward onto his thighs. A scream erupted from your throat at the new angle, your back arched, your hands clawing at his forearms.

“Baby…fuck. You´re taking all of me even at this angle, Jesus. Fuck…hgn, yes! Yes, yes, yes, god. I love you. So good, never…argh…never felt this before.” Your head was swimming while you tried to focus back on König´s face. He was already looking at you. Eyes black, hair sticking to his face, teeth bared he was the purest image of lust and desire. His fingers dug into the plush flesh of your hips so hard, you knew you would wear the marks for days to come. “König, fuck, fuck, you´re going to make me come. Ahhh! Shit, don’t stop, don’t…” You legs began to shake around his still pistoling hips while your pussy clamped down on him violently. You knew it wouldn’t take much now and so did he.

“So ist´s gut, meine Schöne, gib´s mir! Komm schon, du kannst das, Liebling. Gott, ich kann´s spüren, du bist gleich da. Come on, come on, baby. I want it!“ (That´s it, my beauty, give it to me! Come on, you can do it, Liebling. God, I can feel it, you´re nearly there.) Overwhelming tears ran down your face as he started to pinch your nipple slightly. That was all it took. With a yelp your body momentarily seized all movement. Your back arching violently, head thrown back your whole body began shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. White, hot pleasure spread from your pussy down your legs and up your torso until your vision went black. Struggling to take in air you heard him talking to you lovingly though you couldn’t make out what exactly he was saying. As your body recovered and the muscles in your back relaxed, the rushing in your ears ebbed away.

“Gute Güte, Maus, are you okey? Baby? Talk to me, yeah?” (Good heavens, mouse) Trying to moisten your dry mouth again you gulped several times before you were able to answer him. “´M fi-fine” you babbled. “Fuck, König…I´ve never…not like this…not this much.” You shook your head from side to side lazily. His cock still pulsing inside of you, you knew he wasn’t done yet. “´M sorry, you didn’t –“ “Don’t you dare, baby. I´m fine. That was incredible in fact.” He chuckled happily. “Never seen something so beautiful.”

You covered your face with your hands and grinned like a maniac. Gently he took your hands and removed them from your face, leaning down and with smiling lips kissed you lovingly and thoroughly.

He gently pulled out of you and lay down next to you, pulling your body into his. “No, wait. König, just give me a couple of minutes. We can still-“ “Shhhh, mein Schatz. It´s okey. Your body needs rest. I told you, I´m fine.” Shaking your head you climbed on top of his body sitting down on his hard abdomen. “There´s no way I´m letting you go like this” you grinned down at him. His eyes shone brightly and juvenile as he gazed up at you, wiggling his eyebrows. Giggling you leaned down and began kissing all over his delicious pecks. His chest heaving he groaned deeply, stroking his palms over your thighs.

Suddenly you had an idea you needed to test. Putting open mouthed, sloppy kisses all over his chest you moved closer to his nipples. You could already feel the jump of his cock at your backside and knew your idea would be fruitful. Poking out your tongue you gently pressed the tip of it to his nipple. With great satisfaction you soaked up the high pitched whine that escaped his mouth and the goosebumps that erupted on his skin. The cold metal of his piercing a stark contrast to the rest of his blazing skin.

Licking his nipple further, slightly biting down on the metal his breathing became more and more laboured. Little whines and grunts flowed around the room like music to your ears. Letting go of his nipple his hand shot to the back of your neck and pulled you up onto his lips desperately. “Baby…I don’t want you to think you have to but….fuck, I´ll beg if you want me to. Please, please put your mouth on me.”

Knowing this beautiful, powerful and frankly overwhelming man was begging you to touch him was the biggest aphrodisiac for you. So without hesitation you slid down his body, your breasts dragging over his skin, pebbling your nipples again. His head fell heavily back onto the pillows while his hands fisted the sheets beside him. Smiling to yourself you kissed the ridges of his stomach, gliding your tongue down, down, further down until you found the course hair at the base of his throbbing cock. The weeping tip momentarily pumping your chin you heard him hiss above you.

Your sheets felt soft and comfortable under you as you situated yourself between his strong legs. Looking down at his impressive dick you licked your lips in anticipation. You were looking forward to all the ways you could make this man a wheeping mess for you.

Starting at his tip you poked your tongue out and swiped it over his slit. His thighs twitched immediately and a low rumble came from his chest. Encouraged you glided your lips over his head, swirling your tongue around it. You could already taste the salty prove of his arousal, lapping it up greedily.

“Scheiße, Liebling. You are better than any dream I could have ever had” (shit) he said breathily. Now you thought was the time to show him just how much you worshipped his body, mind and soul. Opening up your throat you sank down on his cock as far as you could go. He yelped and lifted his torso halfway up from the mattress before flopping down on it again, panting and shivering. Holding him deep in you mouth you swallowed. “Oh god, fuck, fuck” you heard him whisper between quick panting breaths. Again your stomach twisted with arousal.

Moving your mouth up and down, hollowing your cheeks you gently cradled his balls in your hand. His whole body began to shake and finally you could hear him whimper. What you couldn’t handle with your mouth and throat you wrapped your hand around, stroking languidly. Spit was forming at the corners of your mouth, only helping with the fluid motions that drove him absolutely mad. Faintly you could hear him mumbling. Removing you mouth from him, still stroking, you looked up his body. “What´s that, my love?” you asked.

König´s voice came out strained and whiny. “Good…so fucking good….can´t…can´t handle it. Oh, god. Baby, your mouth is…is…Hgn…ah, don’t stop. Please, pleeeease…”

“Aww, Liebling. You enjoy it that much?” He nodded his head, eyes closed and licking his lips. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Yeah, I do. Please make me come. Make me coooome!” He sounded so desperately out of it, you took pity on him with a grin. Going down on him again you licked his cock up and down, swirling your tongue around the head until you took him in your mouth again. A yelp escaped him and his hand shot to your head, holding your hair in a death grip. He wasn’t guiding you, it was more like he needed some kind of leverage.

Smiling to yourself you remembered a conversation you´ve had with Lucy a few weeks ago and while he was in such a submissive state you decided to try it out. Gathering some of the fluids at the base of his cock you covered your middle finger in it. Slowly and always paying attention to his body language you gently pressed it further down, over his balls and lower between his cheeks.

“Ah! Fuck!!” It was a shout that echoed through your bedroom and now his hand in your hair did more than just hold on. Flattening it on to of your head he pushed you further down his length. Gagging a bit you moaned and he shot up into an almost sitting position. “Shit, what are you…Fuuuuck” he panted, holding himself up with one arm. You moaned again and the vibration of your voice forced him back onto the mattress. Your middle finger was still moving slightly between his cheeks and the next thing he did made your heart skip a beat. You felt like a goddess the moment he spread his legs further apart, giving you more access. While your strokes around his cock became quicker your finger moved closer towards his puckered hole.

König was babbling incoherently above you but the moment you pressed your finger upwards somewhere between his balls and hole, it surprised even yourself how intense his orgasm hit him.

“Holy shiiiiiiiit” he cried out loudly and arched his strong back into you. His cum covering your throat in long spurts. You swallowed greedily, not wasting a single drop. He was shaking and his voice broke with almost every muttered word. “My god…perfekt für mich…nie…so gut.___, du bist…bist mein Untergang.“ (…perfect for me…never…so good.___, you are…you are my downfall.)

You held his cock in your mouth until he calmed down and every drop of his cum was dribbling down your throat. He was still shaking by the time you let go of him and crawled up his body, again stopping at his nipples, kissing them affectionately. “Baby” he whined. “Baby, no more. Please, ´s too much.” You nodded as you kissed his face laying down beside him. After several minutes of him catching his breath and you lovingly drawing patterns on his chest he finally looked at you.

“I did so much damage in my entire life” he whispered. “But you loving me” you wiped away the lonely tear that was rolling down his nose. “You loving me makes it all worth it.”

“König” you breathed, your own eyes stinging with affection. “König, I love you. So much.” Smiling he embraced you, pulling you to his chest and resting his head on top of yours. Humming a foreign melody he slowly lulled you to sleep.

4 months later

“König, where are we going?” you giggled as he guided you along a sidewalk, your eyes covered with a scarf. He chuckled. “Just wait, Liebling, and let yourself be surprised for once.” Rolling your eyes affectionately behind your cover, you grinned and let yourself be led.

A door opened and his gentle hand guided you into a store. You took a deep breath and instantly smiled, recognising the smell.

You felt König´s hand on the small of your back and walked in the direction he guided you. When he stopped you, your heart thumped in your chest. He removed the scarf and what you saw made your heart sing and your eyes water. You stood in the same dusty room filled with books and heavy furniture in which you met König for the first time. Garlands of your favourite flowers decorated the ceiling and in the middle of the room, in front of the three big windows stood a table, decorated beautifully. König stepped in front of you holding both your hand in his.

“Hi” he mumbled. “Hi” you whispered back, grinning. He took a deep breath and looked you in the eyes. “Exactly two years ago you stumbled into this room, looking for the newest book of your favourite author. I only saw you from the corner of my eye but…” he choked on his words a little bit. You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “You were the most beautiful woman I´d ever seen. I still can´t believe I tried to shoot my shot.” You laughed and stepped closer to him. “I´m glad you did” you said.

“Well, when you say it like that, it makes this much easier.” He wore the same outfit he did that day. Jeans, a black fitted T-shirt and the worn leather jacket. His hair in a low bun he smiled when he got down on one knee in front of you, producing a small jewellery box from his pocket.

“___, my love. Would you please make me the happiest-“ “YES!” you squeaked immediately. He raised an eyebrow in amusement and shook his head. “Sorry” you breathed and choked down a watery laugh. “___, would you do me the honour of being my wife?” Nodding immediately you reached out your hand and let König put the delicate silver ring onto your finger. Standing and lifting you into his arms you both laughed excitedly. From the corner of your eye you saw how the room filled with all the people you loved. Lucy and Soap jumped up and down, squealing and grabbing each other while Price and Gaz smiled at the two of you. Even Ghost came over eventually and gave you a hearty hug.

After your friends left, König and you had a romantic dinner there at your bookstore, talking animatedly about how you wanted your wedding to look like.

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[novacqnes]

omg could u write an au fic where both ellie and the fem!reader are detectives working on a case but like uhm, they’re also- married 🤭 and in one scenario they are undercover in a club and the reader has to act flirty with the bad guy and so ofc ellie is jealous…… that means yes. jealous s e x. uhm. please. i just- want to imagine ellie in a suit LMAO

poison // ellie williams

warning: angst, smut, jealousy, top!ellie, squirting, fingering, strap on usage (fem receiving), mentions of crime (prostitution, human trafficking, drugs)

pairing: ellie williams x fem reader

a/n: …..this is pure genius. i haven’t been able to stop thinking about this ask since you’ve sent it in. i definitely need to delve into detective ellie fics for my own peace of mind. also i don’t usually put a wc in requested fics but this one is kinda lengthy so keep that in mind—

ellie saw red. thick crimson splotches crept into the corners of her vision making it nearly impossible to see— let alone think clearly. green eyes narrowed into the sight on the opposite side of the bar. there, a man and a woman sat playfully bantering back and forth. their words were drowned out by the obnoxiously loud music, but the image was enough for ellie to get the picture. 

to most he was known as philip grant, a pompous ass responsible for running one of the largest prostitution and drug rings in the country. the man was balding, pale, and stocky— he couldn’t have been over 5’2, yet his arrogance preceded him. ellie observed silently. his lips, cracked and brittle, pressed into a menacing grin as he fixated on the woman before him. 

jealousy stirred inside ellie the longer she watched the woman— her wife flirt with grant. the long touches, dramatic laughter, and seductive eyes made her stomach turn, yet there was nothing she could do besides watch. any sort of interference would blow your cover, jeopardizing the lives of everyone in the club— including you. thus ellie opted for bitter jealousy, submerging herself in it as she did her best to trust you. after all, you needed to find some way to nail him or he’d walk free once again.

“i see him, it’s the last table to your right,” ellie whispered, adjusting the buttons of her coat. the two of you sat at a table just a few feet away, dressed to blend in with the elite to attend the club. she wore a jet-black suit that conformed to her body perfectly. yet your focus was pulled in the opposite direction.

 “el, we’ve got to get something from him tonight.”

“i know.” her breath hitched, pressure mounted onto both of your shoulders as time crept by with no true plan. by midnight philip grant would still be a free man and the possibility of changing that was growing scarce. you needed to act fast and without a call to action, ellie was without choices. she reached for her gun, sliding it into her jacket as she rose from her seat.

immediately you hopped up blocking her path, “what the hell are you doing?”

“…..i’m gonna go talk to him?” ellie muttered, her cheeks burning bright pink. shooting the man was not an option. the arrest needed to be swift and quick— which meant no guns nor endangering customers. you swiped the pistol from ellie’s hands, discreetly placing it in your bag. 

you pulled her back towards the table, “you can’t just walk up to him. the moment he sees you coming he’s gonna run— and it’ll be months till we get an opportunity like this again.”

“so what’s your idea?” she sighed, her hands thrown up in defeat. carefully your eyes lingered on the man for just a moment. dozens of girls swarmed, some from the club, others had come with him. they hung on grant’s every word— so much so that if he asked them to jump off a cliff they’d do it in heartbeat. 

“i’ll go.”

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” ellie sputtered, her eyes doubling in size. 

“listen to me, philip grant is an asshole— a chauvinistic pig that gets off on exploiting women. all i need to do is stroke his ego a bit and he’ll start talking.”

you were right, and ellie knew it but she didn’t like it. she loathed this part of the job. the side that seemingly blurred the lines between reality and fiction. it required you to play a character, and put on a persona in exchange for just a sliver of information. it was something you were good at, yet ellie still detested it. 

“i can do this, alright? i promise if things start to go south i’ll signal and we’ll send the cops in— now tell me, how do i look?” despite your adamance ellie was more than hesitant. yet the plan was already in motion, and there was no time to stand in the way of it.  

“beautiful,” she whispered, allowing the pit deep inside of her to fester. you shot your wife a quick grin, placing a soft look on your face before adjusting your dress. then you whipped out a dark red lipstick that was sure to captivate grant’s attention. 

in one large breath, you sauntered over to the opposite side of the room. as you approached the man a sly grin took hold of your lips. plastering itself there the more he eyed you up and down. his gaze felt like venom. your stomach churned with nausea as it intensified, sending a cold chill through your bones. nevertheless you took the seat in front of him, outstretching your hand.

“mr grant, right? i’m elora.” 

philip grant was an asshole, in every sense of the word. simply seeing you with him was enough to evoke more than jealousy from ellie. she couldn’t hear anything over the loudspeakers so she had to rely on sight, which seemed to worsen her regret. she despised the way he looked at you— as if you were prey, something to be conquered. and you had no choice but to play into it. 

she watched as your arms wrapped around his, pulling him closer to your body. in a matter of minutes, you’d manage to blend in with his women seamlessly, cooing at the man’s words. ellie’s felt nauseated as you doted on the man, pushing the boundary in order to draw more information. she was sure that if she stood by any longer she’d vomit. 

desperately she sought out a sign— anything to signal that she could arrest grant but nothing came. the music ruined any possibility of eavesdropping so she had to opt for visuals and they only made her even more jealous. she fiddled with the silver band on finger, her gaze narrowing on grant’s hand. it trailed from her pocket and to your arm as he slipped you a paper, leaning in dangerously close to whisper.

ellie wanted to gag, his lips nearly brushed your ear. although it was small compared to what she’d witnessed it was enough for her to radio in the cops surrounding the small bar. within a matter of seconds, she stormed over to the two of you, whipping out her handcuffs. 

“wait el—“ but your protests fell on deaf ears. at that moment dozens of officers swarmed the building, closing in. philip tried to push past yet ellie’s hand sent him crashing back down. his face turned beet red and ellie towered over him, more powerful than you’d ever seen her. 

“philip grant you are under arrest for 18 counts of human sex trafficking and the murders of rose and ruby daniels,” she said sternly, locking the metal around his wrists. bewildered, his eyes found yours as if to plead for help yet he was baffled by the lack of surprise on your face. 

“elora? y-you know her? lying bitch you set me up,” he spat, malice laced in each word. he opened his mouth to continue yet you count register a thing. instead, your focus found its way back to ellie. you watched as she passed grant along to the cops, the solemn glare in her eyes remaining. this was a win for both of you, but it was quickly overshadowed by the looming tension that hung over your heads. 

“what’d you find out?” her words were short and she refused to spare you a glance for more than a moment at a time. 

“he told me where he keeps the rest of the girls.” you slipped a sheet of paper into her palm. in it was a full outline of grant’s businesses which was guaranteed to work against him in court. despite uncovering the piece of evidence that would bury him, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of annoyance radiating from ellie.

“what?” she asked, growing restless under your prying eyes.

“i told you to wait,” you faltered, “he was gonna tell me about murders before—“

“we got what we came for, y/n. i wasn’t going to sit back and watch you flirt with him all night.” the last thing you wanted to do was fight— especially not about philip grant. yet ellie wasn’t in a position to reason with you. she saw what she wanted too— and that was you flirting with someone that wasn’t her. 

“listen i’m gonna leave this in evidence… just meet me in the car.” with that ellie turned sharply on her heel not even allowing you the chance to respond. still, you did your best to remain cheerful, making a mental note to apologize once you got home. hopefully, the events of the night would be long forgotten for both of your sakes. 

however, this was the opposite of what happened— the car ride back home was dreadful. ellie hardly even looked your way. vivid details of the ordeal seemed to haunt her. the shameless image of you fawning over grant seared its way into her memory and it only upset her even more. it felt like a wall was being built between the two of you and you had no way of tearing it down. unfortunately, when you got home it was no different.

ellie stormed into the apartment ahead, leaving you trailing behind. she made her way into the bedroom and the anger was detectable even from the kitchen. 

“you hungry? i could make something or we could order in?” you called, only to be greeted by the distinct sounds of silence.

you tried a second time yet all of your attempts amounted to nothing. exasperated, you followed pervading noise all the way towards the room down the hall. there ellie sat on a large bed— the place the two of you shared your most intimate moments. on most days it acted as a safe haven but now it seemed more treacherous than ever. 

the air was thick, presumably from the budding tension that only seemed to stir as you approached your wife. her green eyes buzzed with a certain type of poison— jealousy.

“please don’t tell me you’re giving me the silent treatment because of philip grant,” you muttered, shifting under her fierce gaze. it ignited something inside of you that was utterly unfamiliar. it was ardent passion in a way that you’d never experienced. 

she rose from the mattress, stepping towards you until she was just a few inches away. the heat was palpable and it took shape right in between the two of you, blending in with the jealousy that oozed from ellie.

“you know what i hate most about this job?” she whispered, her voice light and delicate like a feather. you hadn’t realized it then but you were just barely touching the wall. and you feared if ellie stepped any closer you’d be right against it. 

“seeing you with other people.” 

you began, “but it doesn’t mean anything—

“did you see the way he looked at you? hm?” she moved towards you, gradually sealing the distance between your bodies. the cold surface of the wall pressed up against your back, offering you little comfort as ellie spoke. her words were pointed and direct, you could almost make out the hurt behind them but it was overshadowed by a more intense feeling. 

“he wanted to fuck you. jesus y/n….the guy was practically frothing at the mouth the entire time and i had to sit there and watch it.” ellie seethed. she placed each of her arms on the opposite of your body, caging you in as her body stood firm against you. thus with every movement, no matter how minuscule you were able to feel the muscles that lay under ellie’s heavy suit. each one molding against you just perfectly.

“can’t really blame 'em’ though, right?” ellie leaned into your ear, pressing her body against yours with much more fervor. she left soft kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck when you felt something prod at your thigh. you bit back a gasp, jerking against the wall as you looked down. 

“you’re just so beautiful….” she cooed, a sharp tinge glimmering in her eyes. her words were gentle although her body told an entirely different story— and you would soon experience the magnitude of it. she hooked her calloused hands under your chin pulling you into a heated kiss. your hands roamed her body stopping at her crotch where you felt a strong bulge. immediately you went to unzip her pants but quickly stopped by ellie herself. 

“n-no— not yet. get on the bed.” 

you followed her orders without complaint. you took your spot on the bed as ellie watched, slowly peeling from her clothes. you followed suit stripping down to nothing but your underwear. once again, you reached for her yet she remained planted in her spot, desire burning in her eyes. you ached to have her near you— to have ellie inside of you.

“i need you ellie— please,” you whined, slowly soaking the thin piece of cloth over your core. 

“yeah?” 

dazed from anticipation you nodded mumbling incoherently. your hands trailed to your pussy, circling over the soft flesh as your wife hovered over you blinded by intense jealousy. she wanted nothing more than to see you beg. more as a reminder to herself than to you. no matter what happened during a case— you were hers and the simple sight of you pleading was enough to confirm that. 

“where do you need me?” ellie teased, running her fingertips along the side of your thigh. she brought her index finger to your underwear, sliding it underneath.

“in—inside me.” you shivered at the cold contact, gripping the sheets as she continued. one worked on your clit, teasing the nub as one more made its way into your cunt. ellie couldn’t help but moan at the feeling— your walls clamped around her digits desperately as she curved them. pressing up into the spongy tissue that was your g-spot. 

“o—oh shit…..”

you pressed your eyes closed relishing in the warmth that spread across your entire lower body. thick beads of sweat formed on your skin the more it persisted. ellie’s hand was slick with your fluids but it wasn’t enough. she picked up the pace drawing intense pleas from your lips that replicated music— yet she wanted to do more.

“tell me what you want, y/n.” her tone was so assertive and it made your head spin. you opened your eyes, forcing yourself to look back. frenzied short hairs clung to the side of her face and her cheeks were flushed, it all read of sweet determination. like she had something to prove. 

“i want you to f-fuck me— with it,” you purred, your hands traveling back to the now-exposed dildo that sat in between her legs. ellie leaned down to kiss you once more before removing her fingers from your heat and bringing them to your lips. in one swift motion, ellie moved her body on top of yours, situating herself comfortably in between your legs. she kissed down your chest, cupping her hands over your toys as she brought each one to her mouth, feverishly sucking. 

she sat up, teasingly running the silicone over your pussy coating the tip. the sensation caused you to jerk back, sending a smirk to ellie’s plush lips. after moments she moved forward, filling you to the hilt.

“is this what you wanted?”

“yes—yes it’s fucking perfect el,” you cried, hot tears welling in the corners of your eyes. she pursued a relentless pace, slamming her hips against you. the rapid movement spread the pleasure all throughout your body, leaving you nearly speechless. 

strings of obscenities filled ellie’s ears as she sunk into you with each merciless stroke. your legs shook from the impact, desperately wrapping against her. the bed rocked along with the two of you, crashing into the wall as ellie fucked you.

you clasped onto her face, cupping it in your palms as you brought her face down. she pressed her forehead against yours, her pants mixing with moans and the filthy sounds of your pussy. 

“don’t stop, fuck me ha—“ your whines became caught in your throat as ellie pulled out, gently moving you into your stomach. she moved behind you, taking her place as she continued the fervent pace— this time with much more aggression. 

your cheeks rubbed harshly against the fabric of the blanket. you weren’t given much time to adjust to the next position before that same pit pleasure took shape inside of you. and it strengthened with each taunting thrust of ellie’s hips. 

she knew you were close, she could practically feel it in the way your body writhed underneath her. thus her movements had much more vigor and purpose behind them. she needed to bring you to unravel and she was going to be the one to do it. thus ellie placed a firm hand by your head to stabilize herself. using her free one to toy with your sensitive clit. 

“close aren’t you?” she hummed. 

“….please let me come” your voice grew weary and your body stiff. streams of pleasure rippled through your body and in a matter of seconds your vision was distorted by black spots. the sweet poisonous pit in your stomach unraveled, drawing deep loud moans from your lips. 

ellie moved from your body. watching in awe as you soaked the white sheets beneath you, drenching them in fluids. shockwaves tore through your body beautifully leaving you a mess on the bed you shared with your wife. she left soft kisses all over your face and neck, slowly easing from your high. 

“so beautiful…..”

as your vision cleared you gazed up at ellie, who hovered over you. the fierceness in her gaze was long gone, replaced with concern as she looked back at you.

neither of you said anything about the ordeal, in fact, you’d almost forgotten about it. instead, you were struck with fatigue. dozing off as ellie doted on you. she removed the wet sheets from the bed, replacing them with new comfortable ones for you to sleep on.

she took her spot snug behind you, burying her face into the crevice of your neck as she basked in your warmth. she adored these moments. especially the intimate one’s where she was able to see aspects of you that only she’d have the pleasure of experiencing. and it was all the reassurance she needed. 

[tartsinarat]

Ngl was thinking about this whilst drawing some toh au stuff while watching doctor who in the background but I really feel like Pip would really be into the toh version of doctor who.

no idea what it would be called tho in the owl house but Pip’s into it for obvious reasons of sci-fi but also occasionally randomly fantasy?? show, which has chaotic mess of lore that makes no sense whatsoever (I say this with extreme love tho) and has a main character who’s a mad genius and criminal who stole a time machine and ran away to explore the universe and time which I feel meshes very well into what Pip would enjoy

Like I don’t see him enjoying space frontier as it’s pretty much Star Trek and that show has an really optimistic grand view of the future, it focus mostly on the good of people as a whole and that anything can be achieved if people work together and put their minds to it, I can see why Hunter and Gus would enjoy it which I find really sweet and adorable

On the other hand Doctor who has a very complex but pessimistic view on people/the universe, it mainly focuses on the crazy situations that a lonely alien on who’s constantly running away but desperately trying their best at all times to either atone for what they did in the past or to help people across time and space which I think Pip would find more interesting and relatable.

He’d also probably think that all the historical stuff in doctor who is real and that Britain is just constantly getting invaded by aliens.

Funniest thing though about him discovering Doctor who is Pip finally learning what a British person is, and that he’s got a British accent himself as I’m pretty sure there’s literally no one on the boiling isles other than Belos and Pip have that accent so he wondered where it’s from.

Pip also enjoys this show even more because time travel is a concept in toh, soooooooo the guy is just itching to figure out how to make a real Tardis, the only thing stoping him is that he’s in the human realm and in the demon realm the titan themselves was like “nope not even risking it” and decided to never allow him to be able to find a time pool again (he was apart of the events of elsewhere and elsewhen along side Luz and Lilith… it was awkward between him and Philip to say the least but it was more on Pips part because he was like” holy shit is he an older me?? Or my great great- something?? grandad what is going on???” So he didn’t know how to react to that and neither did Luz who was like yep they’re related, and Philip was like “what a strange hooded kid, I didn’t know that demons could mimic accents and appearances so well, I should be stay wary of that abomination and slay it when I have the time”. Oh yeah Pip does almost get killed but Lilith springs into action and does the badass punch to stop Philip. Ngl I’ll have to draw this as a comic at some point because it’s interesting to imagine/draw)

As well I had some ideas of him in thanks to them dressed up in a nerdy doctor cosplay which I found fun but idk if that’ll end up being what I draw him as for his Halloween costume, all three were picked because they all had similar Pip personality wise and I feel like he would relate most to these three in particular;

Like Pip, 10 is pretty much a wild card personality wise depending on the situation he can either be a sad destructive arrogant bastard with a slight god complex who takes matters into his own hands because he believes that he’ll make the right decision without thinking about the consequences or be a lonely silly guy who rambles a lot and is always running around and just wants to have fun.

1 is a grumpy trickster that has strong opinions about right and wrong, he also appears rude or uncaring but actually cares a lot and is the guy who ran away and stole a fucking time machine. He and 14 (14 is basically a mature 10 but I was tempted to go with him instead of 10 but he doesn’t have the ego problem so 10 it was lmao) fought a god like being that’s from another dimension thats obsessed with playing games.

4 is a bit of an odd ball though, he’s the weirdest doctor out of the bunch. He’s pretty silly, but at times he’s shifts into being quite callous and broody but still has a heart of gold. As well as 4 seems to struggle a lot in acting human as he’s pretty distant, aloof and alien at points, he even emphasises a lot throughout his run how he’s not human. Which I feel Pip would find extremely relatable as well as enjoying 4’s adventurist spirit and his extreme hatred of authority.

I think 4 is Pips favourite so he’d most likely cosplay as him during thanks to them.

Omg almost completely forgot to mention but I didn’t add his scar on purpose, he’s used illusion magic to remove it to make the cosplay more accurate and because his curse at that point is showing more physically on his body at this point in season 3 (he goopy 😔) and I can imagine it’s hard to explain to people in public why you a rotting infected looking green scar across your face and an even worse looking arm that’s weirdly proportioned to your body.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 8/20/2024

a little light this week bc i had a fairly wretched week, medically speaking

listening

hozier's nobody's soldier would have been on every 8tracks mix for every character. THEEEEE blorbo song of all time to the point i am already annoyed at the thought of seeing it on every spotify mix. fuckin owns tho. very fun mod sixties heist taste to the horn arrangement

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reading

thank you philip.

polished off the Marauders (2019-2022) comics. i liked the first volume way more than these three-- they didn't quite deliver the same quality of art or swashbuckles-per-minute. also this was probably not a great choice for someone who has forgotten what little she once knew about the xmen, even though they came at the beginning of a reboot.

why did i read these? mostly bc they were readily available or with short wait times at my library and my bestie is making me watch all the xmen movies. a girl gets curious about comic books sometimes

surprisingly, i came across this one from the Pocket integration on the firefox new tabs

McDonald likens the functions of Spotify to Google Maps. “Google Maps doesn’t do the exploration for me, but it’s helpful if I go somewhere,” he says. Rather than taking us on guided tours, it provides the tools for us to navigate somewhere new. Much as it shows us what’s nearby and how to get there, and flags notable landmarks others have visited, Spotify helps us access most music, lists global listening trends, and introduces us to artists similar to those we already know. But it’s communities that help us home in on a destination Spotify can help us explore.

part two of breaking down infamous academic paper mill Hindawi and why it was bought by Wiley anyway bc they did seemingly no due diligence, bc as a whole they do very little actual work in the publishing process.

i have included a very long quote bc it is one of only two things that made me genuinely laugh out loud this week (the other was phil unsticking a claw from the couch by backflipping herself out)

One issue of Wireless Communications and Mobile Computing from 2022, edited mostly by Hamurabi Gamboa Rosales, took an average of about 20 days to go from initial submission to revision submission. This is not unlikely, it’s impossible. The easiest way to explain this is with an analogy. Say there’s a pothole outside your house, and you call the council. You tell them ‘there’s a big hole in the road outside my house!’ The person at the other end, rather than tiredly telling you to fill out a form - which is what councils do all over the world, in my experience - instead yells ‘MOTHER OF GOD! WE’RE RIGHT ON IT!’ Twenty minutes later, a bitumen truck comes HURTLING around the corner of your street at full send, with the road workers hanging out the back of it, the driver leaning on the horn and yelling ‘GET OUT OF THE WAY! POTHOLE!’ They pull up outside your house, and you see the brakes go hot. But the guys don’t even wait for it to stop, they jump off while it’s slowing down, and they grab pry bars and a burner and a kettle of bitumen, and they start hammering out the edges, pour the bitumen and start slamming it with hammers almost at the same time. In about six minutes, the hole is filled and flattened, and they admire their work for about four hundred milliseconds and SCREAM off the way they came. No sooner has the truck disappeared, then your phone rings - and it’s the council worker from before. ‘POTHOLE! *pant* *pant* FIXED! Happy to be of service!’ *click* That’s how likely the entire editorial process taking 20 days is.

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watching

i don't understand why the third xmen movie isn't named x cubed. it extremely is not their last stand there are like a dozen more movies to go. gun to my head i could not tell you what happened in this one. whatsherface did look good as hell though

and now for the movie i actually want to talk about, Monkey Man (2024, dir. Patel). imdb says:

An anonymous young man unleashes a campaign of vengeance against the corrupt leaders who murdered his mother and continue to systematically victimize the poor and powerless.

i am so so so lucky that my favorite kind of fight scene — fast, brutal, right spaces with improvised weapons-- is fashionable. pour it DIRECTLY into my open mouth

i think i generally agree with a broad sweep of reviewers here when i tell you that this movie is gorgeous and grossnasty at the same time, there are a lot of ideas that aren't all quite resolved, and i am much more interested in why it has a hell of a lot of ideas (part of why they don't all get resolved).

patel's first movie, it feels very much like a movie of someone who isn't sure they'll be able to do another one, so throw everything you've got in here. a sort of famously rocky production and shoestring budget, but you would not know it. the club scenes are especially dripping in glitz and, like many stage productions, have a lot of clever editing and strategic deployment of mirrors and repeats. there's a fight scene with hanging mirrors near the end where the mirrors can't have been more than fifty bucks each but it looks SO fucking sick.

i am much more willing to go to bat for this movie and ignore some of the rough edges bc it is so refreshingly earnest, and despite the style references, is very focused on being its own thing. at some points it's going to feel like The Matrix (1999, dir. the Wachowskis) bc every movie made in a post- The Matrix (1999, dir. the Wachowskis) world is going to feel a little bit like The Matrix (1999, dir. the Wachowskis). or like when the above gif happened in the movie it did not make me want to turn it off and go watch the first john wick.

people who live in india or are part of the diaspora are a little cranky about the political parties of the film, which had to be neutered for release. while i don't think i would have grasped all the nuances even if we did have the original cut, i think it's likely some of the characters would have resolved a little cleaner if that original intent was still there.

why did i watch this? i think patel is easily as hot as tumblr darling mifune. while drafting this post i got distracted sooooooo many times trying to pick the perfect gif. some of them are too hot!!!

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playing

fallow week

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making

just stayin alive! just livin the fuckin dream!!!

[everysongineverykey]

if you wanna know how i think philip and benoit ended up married, well- blanc always introduces philip as his “partner” everywhere they go and philip doesn’t like it. it confuses people, you see! do you know how many times people have met him and turned to blanc and said “i thought you worked alone,” or asked philip condescendingly if he’s sure he isn’t jealous at all that his partner gets all the credit for their cases while his name’s not even in the articles about them? but blanc doesn’t like the term “boyfriend” (and, frankly, neither does philip- they’re too old for that), and philip can’t help but cringe at the word “lover”, so there aren’t many other options.

he doesn’t mention this annoyance of his to benoit, of course. the man’s a semi-public figure who’s in the news fairly often- it’s not for philip to decide how much the public knows about blanc’s personal life. five years into their relationship, though, they’re at a dinner party hosted by an uncle of a friend of a sister of benoit’s, and after a few introductions and a few misunderstandings, philip says mildly to blanc that he wishes he’d stop introducing him that way. doesn’t he see how it confuses people?

blanc chuckles and points out that philip’s affectation for calling him by his last name doesn’t exactly make it easier for people to figure out the nature of their relationship. philip rolls his eyes. “well, i did ask you,” he reminds blanc. “i asked you if you wanted me to stop calling you that on our first date, and what did you say? ‘no, no,’ you said-” his imitation of blanc has an even more ridiculous accent than the real thing- “‘i don’t think i could get used to you callin’ me benoit all the time.’”

the real blanc grins. “that’s cause i heard you say benoit once when we first met and you pronounced it- now, how did you pronounce it? say it with me: be-noyt.”

philip does not say it with him. he looks down at his plate and frowns, humbled slightly. “i took one french class for a semester and dropped it,” he mumbles. “all those damned tenses. it’s a miracle they know when anybody’s doing anything. look, this isn’t about your name. i just- well, i just-”

he just- what? it’s silly anyway. he spreads his hands as if searching for the right words, then drops them in defeat. “never mind. whatever. whatever. partner’s fine. you know what, forget i said anything. how’s your steak?”

blanc just looks at him, blue eyes inscrutable. god, his eyes are the bluest philip’s ever seen. you have to try not to lose yourself in them. philip gave up on that a long time ago. right now, there’s something in those eyes that makes him worry he’s brought something up that blanc’s going to fret over and not let go, terrified of hurting philip’s feelings. 

a week later, blanc comes home from work with a satisfied, almost smug look on his face. “you’re right,” he says simply, arms crossed, smiling impishly. “you’re absolutely right, philip. i’m tired of calling you my partner. and not just because you would be completely useless in a murder investigation, bless you, sweetheart, but because i’ve finally thought of something else i’d like ta call you better.” he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a small box, and it doesn’t take philip any detective work to realize what’s in it. “so, my darlin’, if you’ll have me, i’ll make sure everyone i meet knows you’re my husband. maybe you can even take my name- then i can call YOU ‘blanc.’ wouldn’t that be somethin’?”

and just like that, philip remembers why he puts up with it all.

[waywardcrow]

Timeless.

Chapter VI.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier in WWII and as the Winter Soldier in general, talk about war, a hint of Sam’s love life, some cursing, kissing, lots of feelings, reader having strong "headaches", bad coworkers, some painful flashbacks and 40s mom of reader being not great, a protective Bucky, 40’s!reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <<<

1944.

You should have never been sent to Europe.

The only reason you were a nurse was because being a doctor was forbidden to you and then the war called at your country’s door. Alex enlisted, to your mother’s pain and you followed him, not allowed to do any less than he did. You couldn’t fight but you could serve as well.

Everything was going fine until a letter came and your mother started to be crueler with you. Alex was her perfect son, the only one she loved, why God took him and left you there with her?

After a life of being pushed aside, of feeling unloved by her and with your dear dad long gone, it wasn’t hard to write to Colonel Philips and ask him to help you but you didn’t expect to land right in Bucky’s unit right after Steve Rogers became Captain America and rescued his unit and your brother’s among several others.

Alex wasn’t happy you were there, he knew how vicious your mother could be and you were his little sister, he insisted on making you go back home with him.

“I can’t Alex, I made my choice” you had honor too, run and hide just because you didn’t need to be there anymore was a coward’s act.

“I can’t protect you, little sister, not like this” he was sent home after his left leg was heavily injured, his country found him not useful to them like that and he saw enough death in his time there to don’t want to leave you behind.

The only reason you were there was him and Colonel Philips’ help, your father fought with him before passing away, Alex could use that to convince him to send you to New York.

Before he could speak, Steve approached you both.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to hear but I think I have a solution”

That’s how you stayed in Europe and your brother got to live his life.

Present day.

His little bird was avoiding him.

He couldn’t blame you, if he was honest, Bucky needed to be away from you too before he did something reckless like kissing you just as he wanted that night.

Then Sam came with the perfect way to ensure he would stay far from you.

“I’m telling you terminator, something is happening in Madripoor and I think the power broker it’s going to try to fuck with us”

Bucky trusted him; Sam’s instincts were as good as his, still he wanted to tease him.

“Are you sure it’s that? Maybe you’re really eager to leave the country after you messed your date with Harper” he shouldn’t laugh, really but Sam would get back at him eventually, it was only fair.

His friend let out a frustrated groan, reclining the seat of his chair to stare at the ceiling of his office.

“I don’t know why I tell you things, Barnes”

“Because you like me, not enough to have an allergy reaction just to make me smile but-“

“I didn’t know the freaking dessert had almonds, ok?” Captain America, the right, the just, the brave, yelled like a child in a tantrum and Bucky chuckled.

“You should sent her flowers and reschedule your date after we come back”

“Why should I listen to you, Buck? You have the love life of a two hundred years old man, wait” Sam made a dramatic pause “you are a two hundred years old man”

“Hundred and seven” Bucky correct him “and fine, don’t do it, I’m going to pack for Madripoor” with that he started walking to the door and when this closed, Sam yelled at him one last time.

“This time you are the one wearing heels!”

His smile lasted until the elevator, he had a reputation after all and people couldn’t see him smile. Then the doors opened and he saw you in the corner, focused on your planner, not paying attention to anyone around until someone said his name.

Bucky barely acknowledged the agent with a nod and went into the elevator, staying as far from you as he could but it wasn’t enough, he could hear your heart beating like a drum, he could smell you, if he closed his eyes, he could feel your skin.

He needed to control himself but how could he do it? Bucky was addicted to you since the first time he saw you and the only thing between you and him were two agents that when they got out, both sent a poisonous glance on your direction and that made him act without thinking.

The massive body of Sargent Barnes stood in front of you, shielding you from them until the doors closed. That didn’t went unnoticed by you when you reacted like if someone else directed your actions and touched his back to calm him down, making the muscles relax under your fingertips.

“I’m sorry” he was the first one to speak, turning around to face you, holding your hand between his. Three days without you and he was going insane, after decades being apart, having you back for a few days just to be separated from you was more of what his old heart could handle.

Maybe Sam should take someone else to Madripoor.

“What for?” was the only question that left your lips before he punched a button behind him to make the metal box stop and he took you in his arms to kiss you.

Bucky was weak but only when it came to you, he was powerless for you in 1943, in 1975, right now in the fucking elevator of the Avengers tower and he couldn’t give a damn about it.

The first touch of your lips on his got him hooked on you again, the way you hold on his shoulders to stay on your feet while you kissed him back with the same desperation, letting him in when Bucky’s tongue searched for yours, melting in his arms when you intertwined your fingers in his hair.

You missed his long hair.

A wave of pain dragged you away from him; one second Bucky was kissing you like the world would end and the next he was on his knees holding you close, afraid you were going to disappear right in front of him.

“Did I hurt you, little bird? Tell me, tell me how to fix it, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” the soldier mumbled against your hair while you tried to make sense of his words, gripping the material of his shirt with your fingers, fighting the pain that made you close your eyes.

“It’s my head, I’m fine Jamie, you did nothing wrong” his heart hurt in his chest hearing you call him Jamie again. Only you did that, in the 40s.

“I’m going take you to the medbay, little bird” he stood on his feet taking you in his arms like it was nothing and put the elevator in movement again but you shook your head, looking at him with wide eyes.

“I’m fine, I swear, put me down please”

He refused, something was happening and he would not stand there pretending everything was fine, besides the doors opened again and Yelena and Kate saw you being carried by Bucky. Your face felt so hot you could fry an egg on it for sure.

“Should we ask?” Kate looked very confused but Yelena just shook her head.

“Let them get out Bishop, is better if we don’t know”

Bucky didn’t spare them a look but you, oh, this day was getting more interesting every minute.

First Stephen Strange stopped canceling his meeting with Pepper and when you introduced yourself, he stared at you for a whole minute like you were in a zoo exhibit, then that two dumb agents followed you an entire floor whispering things about you, about your simple clothes and how you probably slept with someone to be there after what you did on the last gala, then Bucky Barnes kissed you.

He kissed you and it was enough to stop the world.

His lips were so gentle with you, coaxing you to let him in, to let him taste you. Bucky kissed you like you were something to be worshipped and only your stupid headache was strong enough to separate you from him.

“What happened?” was the first thing Dr. Banner said when he saw you both coming through the glass doors. He finished his work on Peter’s cut and Bucky placed you with gentleness on one of the beds.

“I’m fine” you started but were interrupted by blood coming out of your nose “oh no, I’m sorry, let me…” before you could move, Bucky was there holding a Kleenex box for you, making you curse in your head.

What was happening?

Dr. Banner narrowed his eyes, taking in your appearance.

“She had a strong headache that made her almost faint minutes ago”

“And it’s not the first time that happens as far as I know” Dr. Banner gave you a polite smile when you looked at him confused “I got your medical file when you started working here and we remember what happened at the gala”

That incident would haunt you forever.

Cleaning your nose again, you made your choice.

“It’s fine, the doctor in ER told me it was probably due to stress and lack of sleep, maybe my body is still catching up” trying to don’t make this bigger than it was, you made an effort to get up but your legs gave away and if not for Bucky and Peter you would have end up on the floor.

“You should stay miss” Peter’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern. He was so sweet.

“Please little bird, you can’t go around feeling bad” Bucky took your hand on his and started to rub circles on your skin, oblivious of the other two avengers’ presence.

It was true but you just started working with Pepper, people talked shit about you already, this would not help.

“Sorry, Ace but you need to stay for a few tests; if everything is in order you can go back to work” Dr. Banner promised. After you gave him a hesitant nod, he fixed his glasses on his nose “FRIDAY, please scan Ace’s vitals”

“On it, Dr. Banner” a red light covered you and then the whole room drowned on darkness “I detect something amiss, we should call Dr. Stephen Strange” were the last words FRIDAY spoke before she went completely silent.

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Hello! I'm so sorry for leaving this long but a lot happened and the inspiration abandoned me, I didn't know what to do with this story so I just went to the point and made these two kiss haha and know we are back! Tell me what you think!

Love, Lily.

[rreskk]

CHERISHED

Summary: You were still working at the Vanilla Unicorn with no hopes of changing your life around. Being older, more limited with your body, the job itself was a dead end until a new customer came to admire your presence. It was later known that he had a thing for… older ladies:

TW: Smut

Pairings: older fem!reader/ Trevor Philips

Word count: 2768

You were getting to that age now where sex work was no longer an accessible source of your income. All your co-workers, so youthful, within their early 20s; rare if you find any in their 30s and older. The rarity, you are included. The more years you worked, the less customers you were getting. The city life adored younger energy than people your age. On your average night, you’ll find men either too young or way too old. It’s getting harder with every passing day. Now it’s hard to keep up with the looks. The dresses your body once suited, it’s all damned. It’s hard dressing exotic when the preferences are clear skin, tiny waists, great legs, great boobs.

However, one time you were doing your usual routines. While serving a table of six as they ogled the stage filled with dancing women, you found yourself looking up at the entrance. A man walked in and you had never seen him before. Balding hair, dirty clothes, face full of fury, hands covered in muck. This was not the usual customer.

You observed him from afar before a supervisor whistled for your attention. He glared and pointed to the man, urging you to engage in your work and greet him “sensually.” Usually you’re fine, but something about him seemed eery. So you slowly approaching him, swaying your hips, a clog deep in your throat.

He caught your eye within an instance.

Before you could stand an arm’s length away, the guy stared down at your appearance, his face falling into a smuggest grin. He waited until you were in front and was the first to speak – a very unusual characteristics for a regular customer.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He murmured with a slight groan, like he was savouring his words.

“Could I help you with anything?” You managed to choke out despite feeling silly. It was hard acting youthful in front of a hefty guy. You wanted to cut the bullshit and act your age, but it would cause great losses to your work performances.

The man’s tongue sat on his bottom lip when you vocalised. He listened and stared intently, waiting as you finish your question and hummed thoughtfully. There was something creepy about how “respectful” he was being. While being all gentleman-like, his eyes don’t lie. He was looking through your clothes and visualising whatever he fantasied. You knew enough to recognise it.

“I wouldn’t want to waste your time, beautiful.”

Again with the nicknames. Your cheeks flushed. You haven’t of been complimented since your early 30s, it was flattering!

“It is my job. I ensure you, my time will not be wasted.” You tried to alure that typical sex-worker act but he see the real you.

“What do you have to offer?” The man leaned close, his nose inches from yours. His breath was absolutely disgusting. You held back a cough and closed your eyes for a moment, regaining focus and energy after the long shift. He felt your exhaustion and grumbled deep in his throat. “You ain’t had a break yet?”

It felt embarrassing to have your tiredness called out, especially by a customer. You sighed and felt his hands graze your wrist.

“What’s a gorgeous woman like you rotting in a place like this for? Don’t you got a husband at home? Kids?”

“I- Uh. I got one kid. He’s round his father’s at the moment...”

He watched your lips when you spoke and pulled you a tad closer. He was very touchy for a man who just walked in. Customers are usually all bark, never grabby, but this guy? He was both, in the most absurd way. He was what, a few years younger than you? Roughly?

“Mmm, not married?” His voice whispered with tainted excitement.

You shook your head with discomfort.

“Awh. I ain’t asking for too much, sugar. I’m just wondering why a lovely lady like you is still working hard. You should be resting at home, getting your back massaged… Rained with…” His eyes bored onto your chest, “affection, and such…”

“How can I help you, sir?” You forced yourself to respond to the client/customer limitation and advised him to depart from the personal subjects. However, your voice was faint and your eyes avoided his.

You heard him snarl at your aloofness before sucking it in and growing accustomed to your professionality. He gave you a tight, forced smile then offered his hand. “I wouldn’t mind a dance with you, dear. If that ain’t too much to ask for…”

He was danger. You were hesitant and stared at his hand before taking it. He was weirding you out hugely.

Passing the curtains, you reached the small dancing booths and picked the closest to the door. You gestured him to sit and, with a blink of an eye, he was sat there, legs apart, manspreading and rubbing his thighs with this boyish smirk. The man looked at you like you were delivering Santa’s presents on Christmas morning. His eyes worshipped the shape of your body and when the curtains were closed, you slowly stripped for him, feeling his burning desires inspect every detail.

Despite the heaviness of your tired, achy limbs, you managed to go through a few routines that included the least amount of skin to skin contact. You felt him outline your hips a few times when moving over his lap, but he behaved himself. Surprisingly.

Usually the dance would last double the stamina you had. You were already choking on your breath to avoid expressing the exhaustion as you sensually shake your backside against him. There were so many minutes to go and he was watching you struggle. You staggered backwards a bit until he grasped your waist and stabilised your posture.

“Easy…”

You wanted his hands off. You wanted to finish this dance without him making you slow down. It was stressing you out. The weight of holding so many pressures was backlashing your ability to keep within that youthful practice, unfortunately coming to a stop and leaning against the seat, sighing.

The man rolled his tongue around in spite of the silence and waited to see if you were going to continue before leaning forward, meeting with your gaze.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

You held your breath and looked at him, speechless.

“Take it nice and slow.” His voice vibrated deep in his chest as he kept the volume down.

“I’m trying to.” You argued back.

“Hey, I ain’t fuckin’ judging. I don’t want no stupid dances they do nowadays. They look like doped monkeys.” This made you crack a smile as he took your waist into his hands again, ushering you closer. He pulled you onto his lap and sighed contently. “See. This is just fine… A respectfully beautiful woman on my handsome lap.”

“Respectfully beautiful?”

“I can’t be disrespecting mothers, can’t I? I’m a man. I gotta treat a lady, such as yourself, with royalty and care.”

You gave him a “you serious?” look before glancing down at his lap, seeing how well your thighs felt against his. It was lucky the curtains were tightly closed since physical contact was prohibited, but you couldn’t deny this guy. His touch was weirdly smooth.

“Why don’t you come back with me? I got a condo nearby.”

“I don’t think I should.”

He frowned, “Why?”

“I don’t sleep enough. Them days are over. I’m just getting by.” You tried to explain.

His lap tensed up as he took in every word. There was a body of frustration that tormented him, leaving his system through a sharp and heavy exhale.

His body hoisted at the deepness of his breath before constructing a husky reply.

“I ain’t like the regulars here.” He lowered his tone, “I ain’t gonna blow a load and call it a day. I wanna make you feel good. Older women are to be cherished and I wanna make sure you know that, sweetness. You hear me?” You flinched when he grew passionate, his lap jolting. “I wanna give you the best 2 minutes of your goddamn life!”

A customer has never seemed so desperate for a side-job. Like… Ever. You didn’t know how to react to his enthusiasm, especially for 2 minutes. Now, you interact with men with weak games a lot, but 2 minutes is a new one for you. It made you intrigued. He was so confident in his small game, it was revoltingly attractive.

“I hear you. Loud and clear.”

“Good. Now it’s my turn to hear you loud and clear, honey. Swing by at the back and I’ll pick you up.”

“But – “

“I don’t give a shit.” He raised his voice and stared at you with purpose. “Just grab your things and come meet me.”

You sighed. There was too much responsibility to slack off work for a random guy, but he was too persistent and made you double the curiosity of a regular customer. So you rolled your eyes and nodded.

-

He mentioned his name was Trevor on the journey back to his condo. Like he said, it was a short journey. You reached his condo in less than 10 minutes. It was near the beach, a small 2 bedroom apartment. You’ve been around this area before and It was rather nice! However, you were dragged in by the arm and quickly assembled in one of the bedrooms without the chance to snoop around. There were muffled voices from outside the room but he ensured you to ignore it since it was one of his “roommates.”

It passed your mind despite the weirdness of it all. And before you knew, the situation extended further as clothes were ripped off and he was on top of you, his lips hungrily lurking down your neck like a vampire breaching for a pulse.

“God…” You whispered and wrapped your legs around his hips while your neck was experiencing this wave of sensation. It has been quite some time since you were last sexually active, so this was almost like a new beginning.

Trevor pulled away and looked down at you with an excited smirk. He placed his hands around your thighs, encouraging you to decrease the space between you both. His eyes darted over your body and, unable to control himself, dived onto your lips, pushing you further against the mattress, rough groans leaving his throat and vibrating onto your mouth. You sucked his noises in with pleasure and rocked through the minutes, thankful you accepted his offer.

Once again, he pulled away. This time, he had intentions of doing more.

You grunted when he opened up your legs – pussy on display – inviting him. Trevor’s pants were thrown off with a few kicks and you saw his cock; small, uncircumcised, eager, and bright red with excitement. He warmed himself up. You noticed the way he winced when rubbing his small erection. His hands were too cold and rough. It felt more painful than pleasurable. He looked back at you and went to push in, giving up on the extra mile, but you offered your hand.

Trevor raised an eyebrow at the gesture and murmured. “What?”

Without an answer, you gently took his cock into your palm and stroked it up and down, giving him this nice warm, heavy relaxation that also spiked some adrenaline. When you handled him, Trevor released repetitive low moans where he threw his head back and synced in with the feeling. He softly rocked his hips into your hand before you guided him down, placing the tip against your opening and whispered his name to start.

Trevor hissed when you whispered his name. It felt like a lullaby, a praise. He groped onto your breasts and thrusted, immediately shaking his head and moaning. “Ohh, fuck. Yeah…”  

Now he was fully turned on with the help of your hands. You nibbled your bottom lip and enjoyed the pace he was going at. You both made deep eye-contact during this whole exchange. Your body was being fondled on repeat, but you learnt that it was his way of worshipping your curves and shape. There were hand marks all over your skin, mainly breasts, which he was occupying at the moment, but it was enlightening and you were satisfied. Which is what he wanted.

He noticed your enjoyment and increased his pace. His tongue lapped around his lips as he continued working for your affection and praise. So badly he wanted to hear you say his name again. It made him croak out a beg from his big mouth while under the influence of lust.

“God… Just, say my name…”

You heard him and struggled to speak due to the pleasure. Distorted whispers exceled to silent pants. There was no hope.

“C’mon…” Trevor began getting desperate. His eyes burnt into yours. “C’mon, sugar. I want… Fuck…”  

He was already going weak. His thrusts were now sloppy and you grabbed onto his hips, regaining his pace and forcing him to work a bit harder for your love. He made small noises as he was being overworked but didn’t say anything against. Like Hell, the feeling of your hands on his skin was beautiful enough.

“So good.” You softly praised, back arched.

Trevor nodded frantically, “I’m so good for you. I’m making you… Ah – feel, oh… Jesus, fuck!”

“Get yourself together…”

“Huh?” He looked at you with want. He’s never been told to keep it together much, especially not from an older woman. It was heavenly! He was a boy again.

“Keep going…” Breathlessly, you clung to him.

“But… I’m gonna – “

“Keep going. Fuck. Trevor.”

How dare you say his name like that. It made it so much harder to control his urges. He had to swallow his tongue and clench real hard to avoid coming so early, just for you. It was painful, but it was worth it. As long as he could feel you grow wetter by second. You deserved the feeling.

So he carried on going. His thrusts were strong and his hands bruised your breasts, hugging it with his palm, watching it shake with motion. This was the sort of dance he wanted beforehand… Just naked, tits, you; him.

“Fuck me, Trevor!” You moaned loudly, forgetting about his “roommate.”

“Yes… Ma, I am! Ah – Ma!” The word slipped out. Trevor hadn’t of noticed but your stomach grew butterflies when he accidentally called you that.

“Trevor…” You grabbed onto his shoulders and pushed your foreheads together. “C’mon. Faster.”

He thrusted more crazily.

“Yes. Yes!”

Your words of encouragement praised him.

“I’m gonna fucking cum! – “

In a haze of derealisation, Trevor collapsed onto your body, his cum soaking up in your pussy as you experienced your hard orgasm. He scrunched his face between your breasts and felt your pussy squirt out cum, his hips shaking and hands drenched with sweat.

“Oohhh, mother!” He bellowed during the taunting load.

It felt like a relapse of pure pleasure. You lied there and stared up at the ceiling, breathing like you were running out of oxygen. He still had himself in you. It didn’t matter since you knew, from the condition of his overall health, that there were no concerns. Besides, your body couldn’t produce anything from his cum. The warmth as well… It was entrancing, inviting, addicting. You wanted him to cum inside you more. It was definitely something you hope to do again.

“Come… Again, soon.” You breathed while fingers mangled in his thinning hair.

Trevor grumbled something inaudible before rolling onto his back. He had this smirk on his face, eyes shut, scratching his upper chest and finally releasing his cock from your used pussy. He gave you a nod, and when you attempted to sit up, he pulled you back against the bed.

“Don’t go.” He said, tired.

“I’ve got to pick up my son.” You whispered back.

There was a pout on his face as he tugged at your wrist again. “Can’t he wait?”

“I can’t escape parental responsibility.”

“How old is he?”

“That’s none of your concern.” You muttered at him.

Trevor grinned, “Hmm… But I wanna keep you around for the night. You know… Relax…”

“I want to, Trevor, but I really got to see my son.” Your hand rubbed down his arm before standing up. You looked back at him. “You know where I am.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“You know where I’ll be then.”

He sucked in his lips and watched you dress, sighing when you were gone. His eyes closed but then that annoying voice bullied its way into his peaceful senses.

“I- Uh… Trevor, your friend has lef – “

“SHUT THE FUCK UP FLOYD!”

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Andrew | In Spite Of It | Romantic

Andrew keeps running into you - first around John the Baptist, then around Jesus - and in spite of you being Roman, maybe some things are just meant to be.

Requested by: Chey

“No – ew-ew-ew – stop that John! Get away!” Your disgusted giggles drift across the small makeshift camp as your adoptive brother chases you with a freshly killed locust in his hand and the sound causes Andrew’s gut to turn into a swarm of butterflies spreading all throughout his system. 

In spite of his age, John the Baptiser has not lost his playful spark that he allows to come out every so often. That also means that he ends up chasing you with all kinds of bugs in an attempt to have you eat them, and eventually eating them right in front of you, much to your disgust. 

It has become a running gag that your Roman origins have made you averse to eating locusts, even though you had grown up in the household of Elizabeth and Zechariah from the age of seven months, after they had found you on the side of the road wailing loudly next to your collapsed mother. John, only four at that time, had always seen you as an actual younger sister. Never mind the suspicious glances often sent your way, as well as the rumours that you were some kind of Roman spy. Your adoptive family, however, didn’t love you any less than if you had been their own.

“Come on, just a little piece!” John cackles, trying to shove the locust into your face, and you slap away his hand, “Maybe with a bit of honey on it?” 

You shake your head, pulling a face. “Never!”

Philip chuckles as he sits down next to Andrew. “Can you believe these two?” he says with playful amusement. “I’d say they’re obviously one another’s flesh and blood, but it’s not like they actually are.”

“They act just like Simon and I.” Andrew breathes, taking a bite of his bread. “(Y/n) really doesn’t like these bugs. I just wish John would stop teasing her with it.”

Philip raises an eyebrow. “How so? It’s not like she’s in actual distress. It’s just good-natured teasing, and if (Y/n) really didn’t want John to mess with her, she’d have said so. It doesn’t seem like that much of a problem. Don’t you and Simon roughhouse from time to time? Does it mean you want someone to intervene?”

Andrew shakes his head and shrugs. “I suppose not, depending on the context.” Philip gives him a knowing smile as he observes Andrew’s gaze on you. 

The younger son of Jonah turns his eyes back to his friend next to him, who has a small smirk on his face. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just… Offer her some bread.”

Andrew looks at the loaf in his hand. There’s not much left but he knows that you haven’t eaten anything at all. Philip makes a very valid point and the fisherman clears his throat. 

“Ah, (Y/n)?” 

You shove back John with a grin on your face before turning to the man who called your name. “Yes?” Your face softens as you settle your eyes on Andrew.

He takes a deep breath. “Would you– Uh, would you like some of my bread?” 

Your lips curl upwards, revealing the smile that has Andrew often weak at the knees. “Please.” you earnestly say, “That’s very kind of you, thank you.” 

As you approach the curly-haired fisherman, John clicks his tongue. “Way to ruin the fun, Andrew! I was so close to having her finally try a bug!” The Baptist says so in good humour, mirth glittering in his eyes. You click your tongue and roll your eyes before plopping down next to Andrew, slightly out of breath from fighting your older brother. 

“Thank you, Andrew. You’re the best!”

The praise turns Andrew into a shy, stuttering mess. “Y-You’re welcome. Here.” He hands you the rest of his loaf and you take it, letting your gaze go from him to the bread. 

“All of it?”

He nods. “All of it. I’ve had enough.”

“Are you sure?” 

Once again, Andrew gives you a positive answer. “Yeah. Yeah, go ahead.” he whispers. You smile softly at him, maintaining a moment of meaningful eye-contact before saying a short prayer. 

“Amen.” Andrew and Philip both conclude as you finish, and you sink down your teeth into the loaf of bread, which is delightful in spite of its staleness. Being on the road makes it easier to digest less fresh food.

Andrew watches discreetly as you consume it with a content look on your face, your eyes turned to the horizon. He tries calming himself, wondering what he should do with these feelings he harbours towards you. 

_ 

A long while passes, and at a certain point in time John announces that he should carry on part of his ministry by himself. To prepare the way, as he says so cryptically, and even though none of John’s followers really understand what he means by that, it’s clear that the journey is drawing to a close. Andrew knows he will be returning to Capernaum soon and he wonders if and when he will see you again.

You’re just saying goodbye to a few of the other followers when Andrew approaches you with sweaty palms, his heart racing in his chest as he sees your disarming smile as you embrace a few of John’s students, wishing them all the best and expressing your hope to meet them again some day. It seems that none of them take issue with you being Roman, even if they did so at the start of their journey alongside the Baptiser. 

He clears his throat which prompts you to look over your shoulder, and the moment he sees your (e/c) eyes glitter curiously at him, he feels his heart skip a pleasant beat. It takes him a second to gather himself to speak up. “Uh, shalom, (Y/n).”

“Shalom, Andrew.” In spite of you being a Gentile, you have always used the Jewish greeting. He takes a deep breath to respond.

“Aren’t you sad that this is all over now?”

You smile a little wistfully. “A little,” you admit, “But you know that this is not over.” Leaning slightly closer to him, you bring your voice down to a whisper. “It’s just the beginning. Everything John has been preaching will now be put into practice.”

Andrew can’t help but smile at that. Not only are your words true, your proximity is equally disarming. “I can’t argue with that. Will we see each other again?”

Hope flickers in your eyes. “I’m certain that we will.” you murmur, “Just so you know, I can be found around John in his upcoming ministry to support him.”

The fisherman nods a little. “Good to know.” he breathes, and for a long moment the two of you stare at one another in a silence that’s far from unpleasant. You feel your heart flutter at his boyish smile and the way his curls are played with by the wind.

“On that note, shalom, Andrew. God bless you.”

“God bless you too,” he replies, “Shalom shalom.”

Although you’ve reassured him that this isn’t the last you’re seeing of one another, it still sends a pang of hurt through Andrew’s chest as you head back to your brother’s side, giving him a hug and ruffling up his hair. The sight gets Andrew to lightly chuckle, for it’s a recognisable scene between him and Simon as well. Siblinghood, he has learnt over the past months of knowing you and John, goes beyond blood.

With a heavy heart, Andrew grabs his small bag of belongings, hoisting it over his shoulder before starting the trek back to Capernaum alongside a few other followers of John. 

He’s unsure how he’d ever forget about you, but he knows that his old life is waiting for him now. 

The fishing sloop is already calling out to him.

_

John’s voice cuts through the air like a knife. His radical language coupled with his unique, familiar  edge makes it so that Andrew doesn’t need to come closer to the front in spite of him standing quite a bit away.

It takes him only a moment to spot you; even though you’re wearing a new veil, your (h/c) peeks out from under it, and it sends a pleasant smile over the fisherman’s face. 

He’s been thinking about you more than he’d ever dare to admit.

On the other hand, he’s been on your mind, too.

You have been supporting John in his ministry by standing close to him these past few weeks as he’s been preaching to people at the Jordan River. John doesn’t need someone to gather the crowds for him - not anymore - so you gladly support your brother in other ways. It’s only a matter of time before He will show up. 

As John’s controversial words tear through the air, your gaze momentarily falls on Andrew. It’s unmistakably him, and you share a brief smile that feels longer than it is. Something shimmers in your eyes as it does in his. Something unsaid, yet so obvious. 

You’re almost overcome by the urge to walk through the crowd to embrace the fisherman, but you stand your ground when another familiar face suddenly enters your peripheral view. 

It’s unnecessary to turn to John to tell him about His arrival. John’s bony hand reaches out to point at Jesus, and the masses turn as one to look upon Him.

“See! The Lamb of God Who takes away the sin of the world!” John’s words cause your heart to stutter, “I have been talking about Him. I said, ‘One is coming after me Who is more important than I, because He lived before I was born.’ I did not know who He was, but I have come to baptise with water so the Jews might know about Him.”

You can hear a pin drop despite dozens of people having gathered on the shore, everyone turned to Jesus as He approaches John, halting in front of him. The two cousins exchange a few words, and Jesus eventually takes off His sandals, stepping into the river.

Giving them some space, you decide to find Andrew, who cannot take his eyes off the scene taking place right in front of him. You brush up next to him, slightly touching his arm to greet him. “Shalom Andrew,” you whisper, “It’s good to see you.”

“Likewise, (Y/n),” he mutters, too focused on Jesus to take his gaze away from Him. “Is this He Who John has been preaching about, then?”

“Just watch.” you whisper in response.

With your eyes trained on your childhood friend Jesus, you watch how He lowers in the water, momentarily enveloped by it, and as He rises to the surface, heaven opens up.

You don’t need to say a word as a dove sits down upon Him, overcome by the words that proclaim who He is.

“This is My beloved Son, with Whom I am well pleased.”

_

It goes without question that Jesus’ call for you to follow Him received your full submission without any hesitation whatsoever. 

Simon Peter doesn’t like it one bit. Raised Jewish or not, you’re still a Roman by blood, one that grew up alongside Creepy John no less. 

You find the older son of Jonah glaring at you from time to time as you sit around the fire with your friends Mary, Philip and Little James. You don’t pay him any mind, your attention divided between the Messiah and Andrew accordingly. 

Andrew, now travelling in such close proximity to you, far from opposed to the fact that he gets to see you practically every day again, has a difficult time keeping his own emotions and feelings for you at bay. He is aware that your adoptive parents are no longer amongst the living, so he knows that if he were to ask for your hand in marriage, he’d have to ask John. Not that he was required to do so by law - you were Roman after all - but he likes the symbolism behind it. 

His older brother is quick to catch on. Had it been any other woman, Simon would have teased him about it. This time, however, Simon isn’t pleased in the slightest.

One evening, when he catches Andrew staring at you across the fire as you’re in conversation with Ramah and Tamar, he brushes up next to his younger sibling with crossed arms, making himself appear taller. “I know what you’re thinking,” he accuses with a sharp tone that’s close to a hiss, “And the answer is no.”

Feeling caught in the act, Andrew’s eyes widen as he looks at Simon. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Andrew. I know you like (Y/n), but she’s a Roman.”

“She’s been raised in a Jewish household and follows the same Teacher.”

Simon huffs. “That doesn’t matter. Roman is as Roman does.”

Andrew’s eyes narrow. “What’s your issue, man? I’ve known (Y/n) for years. She’s genuine, kind and selfless.” He blows a strand of hair out of his face and sighs. “...And beautiful.” he adds softly, his gaze turning back to watch you, eyes turning gentle.

The older son of Jonah rolls his eyes. “Trust me, we’d all lose in this situation. Not only would you be married to a Roman, you’d also have Creepy John as your brother-in-law.”

“Don’t call him that! And you're not the one to decide whom I marry!”

“As your older brother, I sort of can.”

“Says who?”

“Says me!” 

The two bickering brothers have drawn the attention of many, including you, towards them. Big James chuckles and bumps John’s shoulder, bringing his voice to a whisper: “And then Jesus calls us the Sons of Thunder, ha! Wonder what that makes these two.” This earns him a chuckle from his younger brother.

Simon and Andrew are snapping back and forth, talking over each other, brows furrowed and not listening to one another. 

As an agent of peace, Philip steps forward first. “You two, cut it out. Everyone around camp can hear you fight, and you guys know Jesus is already asleep because He was so tired of teaching all day! Don’t wake Him up because of your nonsense.”

Guilt spreads over the faces of both former fishermen. 

“Sorry.” Andrew mutters, followed by a quieter parrot of said response from Simon.

However, a deep pit sets in their guts when they see Jesus appear in the opening of His tent, already awoken by their bickering. Shame dusts Andrew’s face pink as Simon averts his gaze.

Jesus smiles as He approaches the students, in spite of the bags under His eyes. “Shalom shalom,” He states, “Is everything alright?”

“We didn’t mean to wake you, Rabbi, we were just arguing about something stup–”

“—It isn’t about something stupid.” Jesus cuts off Andrew, then turns to the older son of Jonah. “Simon. You should know better by now.”

Simon’s brow furrows in question. “What do You mean by that, Rabbi?”

“Concerning (Y/n). You should try and put aside your prejudice against her ancestry and focus on the individual she is instead, but let’s discuss this later. Andrew, first I would like a word with you.”

“With me?” Andrew puts a hand on his chest, as if a second Andrew has suddenly popped into existence somewhere nearby. Jesus chuckles with a knowing glimmer in His eyes. 

“Yes. Come, let’s walk.”

The two men leave behind the others as they leave camp under a blanket of stars, their path somewhat illuminated by the moon. Andrew can’t help but cast a quick glance your way as you still sit talking to Mary by the fire on the other side of the perimeter. 

Jesus and Andrew walk in brief silence as the Messiah folds His hands on His back. The fisherman waits for Him to speak first. When they are far enough to not be overheard, Jesus breaks the quietness of night. 

“I must implore you to hurry.”

Confusion creases Andrew’s brow together. “I… What do You mean?”

Jesus’ smile turns into something sadder, something bittersweet as He glances towards Andrew. The two halt in their step. Despite the darkness of night, Andrew can still properly see Jesus. 

“You want to ask John for (Y/n)’s hand. You need to do so soon.”

Andrew knows better than to deny his love for you, especially in front of the Son of God. Still, another issue crosses his mind. “But John is in prison, how would I ever be able to–” 

Jesus puts His hand onto Andrew’s shoulder and gently squeezes. 

“An opportunity will come to you soon.”

Andrew lets out a small scoff. “Soon…”

Jesus smiles at that. “You’ll know when. When the time comes, you will travel to see John, and you will ask him for her hand in marriage. I know you are anxious, but I also know you are courageous enough to go into the lion’s den to do what you’ve been wanting to do for a very long time now.”

Andrew’s heart rears at that. Jesus squeezes once more and steps away. 

“Now, I am going to try and catch more sleep now. Don’t you and your brother fight again until the morning, okay?” Jesus playfully muses before turning back to camp. “Shalom shalom.”

“Shalom shalom.” Andrew mutters back, his mind running rampant with what Jesus could have meant with that he’d soon be travelling to see John the Baptist in the lion’s den no less, and he watches how the Messiah withdraws to camp. 

If he squints, Andrew can see your form still sitting by the fire, his heart skipping a beat as a fond smile spreads over his lips.

Going into the lion’s den to ask for your hand in marriage. That, paired with the warning of Jesus to hurry up… 

Andrew takes a sharp breath and straightens his back, a sudden wave of determination rushing through him. In spite of the danger that will come with that journey ahead of him, it will be worth it. 

You will be worth it, and he can’t wait.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

DanAndPhilCrafts 2024 Masterlist

awake and unafraid, asleep or dead? (ao3) - vvuptic

Summary: Phil wants to take it all back. But he can't.

Or, the inner workings of Phil's mind during the filming of Potato Prints.

title: famous last words by my chemical romance

Conversations of Cannibals (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Inspired by the new DanAndPhilCRAFTS video - some conversations about cannibalism between Dan and Phil.

creativity is nothing without friendship (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan has made Phil a promise and he is eager to prove his devotion. He will carve out Phil's heart and sacrifice him.

But he is also going to make sure that he comes back.

Following canon of DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime

do it without hesitation (ao3) - Wraithpinned

Summary: While Phil’s entire adult life was devoted to Him, Dan’s entire adult life was devoted to Phil.

--

Dan grapples with what Phil is asking him to do

euphoric in some strange delight (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: “Your turn,” says Phil, in a part they’ll have to cut out. “What do you mean?”

Phil hands Dan the blade, silver and sharp and bought in a neat set along with one for bread, one for vegetables, one for fish. Phil wouldn’t know this.

“I don’t want it to be me this time.”

finding beauty in the dissonance (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: Dan ripping out Phil's heart for a santanic ritual sorry this is really short idk how to summarize it lol

Based off of DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime

UNEDITED CHAOS

hangman (answer me now) (ao3) - queerofcups

Summary: How did you get used to the haunting?

Hell's Waiting Room (ao3) - dizzy

Summary: Based on the 1733rd danandphilCRAFTS video.

i do not fear bloodshed (if the slayer is you) (ao3) - emsinof

Summary: a poem inspired by the events that took place in the most recent danandphilcrafts video.

Just the Beginning (ao3) - NotAHappyPancake

Summary: Once upon a time, there were these two guys called Dan and Phil, who met on the internet and created this entire world. And now it's time to end it. It's time to start over.

make a pact to each other (got when no one's around) (ao3) - philsbisexuallion (bisexual_lightning)

Summary: There's not much time left. He has to finish what he— no, what they started. That’s why they came to this place.

Never Be Safe in Crafting! (ao3) - antiadvil

Summary: It happened again, but Phil can fix it, because Phil can fix everything. Dan just needs to follow the directions.

ominous (ao3) - TsingaDark

Summary: It starts on a Sunday, of all things. Nothing should start on a Sunday, frankly; it’s the one day where one is allowed to fully relax and lie around the whole day. Sunday is not a day to start new projects or change your life, it’s a day of peace and calm. Therefore, Phil notices much quicker than he usually would have that something is wrong.

Sacrifice (painted in the red from our hearts) (ao3) - Lesbianphan

Summary: "There's no fear in my lover's eyes, only trust in Him. Trust in me. I know what I must do: the ultimate sacrifice for Him. I must give Him what I hold most dear, the one thing I'd never part from. I must hold Philip's heart in my hands and offer Him what my lover willingly gave to me all these years ago.

If I love Him enough, my lover will come back to me. Reborn."

a.k.a the dark and raw 'DanandPhilCRAFTS - Slime' fic I was always meant to write.

surely the second coming is at hand (ao3) - ivylakes

Summary: From darkness they came, and to darkness they must return. And Dan is ready.

Or, a rewrite of the final events in DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime, as well as an analysis of Dan's internality during those moments.

That Deathless Death (ao3) - trancelover99

Summary: Date: April 1st, 2024. Time: midnight. Dan and Phil have returned to an abandoned cabin to carry out the one last ritual that will keep this demon away forever. But it comes with a price: Phil's heart and soul. With the right words, Dan can hopefully revive him after Phil's sacrifice, but he has other plans beyond that. Will he succeed?

The Craft Fic (ao3) - doctorhowlter

Summary: Dan is in lounge watching the reactions to DanAndPhilCRAFTS when Phil ask him if he wants to celebrate their April fools joke succes. But Phil's definition of celebrating doesn't seem to be that same as Dan's and things doesn't turn out as planned.

The Heart Fic (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Dan let himself fall into a trance, no longer thinking and instead just doing. Dan reached into the wound in Phil’s chest and wrapped his hand around his heart. Phil was already dead, yet the inside of his chest was still warm. Dan swore he could still feel Phil’s heart beat faintly as he began to pull the mass of muscle and blood out of his chest.

Before he had pulled all the way out, Dan paused and then slowly pushed his hand back into the wound. Warm. Wet. Beautiful.

Inspired by DanAndPhilCRAFTS - Slime

The Sacrifice (ao3) - Mysticallykai

Summary: DanandPhilCrafts is back again, with a lot to say and even more to do. We all saw the video, but what happened when the camera wasn't rolling? What was edited out? What if what we all thought was an April Fools prank, was actually very real?

to die by your side (is such a heavenly way to die) (ao3) - Anonymous

Summary: Despite no words being exchanged, they both know how the other is feeling, and that they are alike in their preparedness for what is about to happen. They understand each other so well that they can work in perfect tandem without issue. A connection so uniquely fundamental that it goes beyond communication as it is understood by the rest of the world. Something private, just for them—and soon, for Him.

you believe me like a god (i destroy you like i am) (ao3) - bunnyslipper

Summary: Tears stream down Dan’s face, mingling with the deep crimson of Phil’s blood, and Phil hates him. He hates that he loves him so deeply, enough to forgive him for tearing them apart like this.

[aleksa-sims]

RL Story

CW: addiction, baby health

My Baby and I have been home for 4 weeks now. Little progress and improvements in my Son’s development were slowly noticeable. He still cried at night, but he became much calmer compared to the first weeks before. I think this is mainly due to the usual routine we have developed together at home. What also helped Lucas a lot, was our first visit to the pediatrician after the hospital discharge. The pediatrician recommended a special baby-formula, because my little one cried a lot and also lost weight.

As for that withdrawal symptoms thing, the pediatrician said the same, as the docs in the hospital told me. My Baby had a mild withdrawal, but now after 3 weeks, it should be over. From a medical pov, he's ok! The constant crying and restlessness should also subside, once we change his baby-formula. The doc explained to me, that Lucas seems to be a very sensitive child. I simply have to accept it! This was the second time a doctor told me my Son was sensitive. Well, I get it now! My Baby’s okay, I just need to be a bit more chilled.

Anyway! My Baby was getting better while I was getting... worse. I was constantly feeling sad and totally exhausted. I was terrified for my Son, even though he was FINE! So my Mom slept with me & Lucas. In my bed! 🫤 I didn’t ask her to!! She stayed every night with us in my room, to feed Lucas at night. My Mom knew that his crying, scared/worried me, because I kept thinking something was wrong with Lucas. She just wanted to help me. But somehow Lucas got used to sleeping in my bed. Just like my.... Mom!? 😫

I am truly grateful to her, for everything she has done for Lucas & me, and is still doing. But I think she...... meant it too well, if you understand me? With her constant help, she basically... replaced me as a mother. Now my Son had two Moms, yk? Ofc, that's nothing bad or so!! My whole situation back then was just... chaotic. Actually, I should be with Lucas & Nico alone, at our own place! But unfortunately, this was not possible at the time.

However, things will go a bit wrong, especially as soon as Nico comes back home. Also between me & my parents it's gonna get.... stressfull. Tbh, I needed help. But since I didn’t talk to anyone about it, my parents didn’t know I was depressed. Instead, they expected the worst (of me). They thought I had relapsed.😠

Oh, and Sandra also came to me. She and Liam visited Lucas quite often the first days. I have entrusted Sandra with some things that have burdened me. Yesterday Philip called me. He wanted to see Lucas. I told S. I was afraid of becoming like Isabella. 😞I don’t know why I felt that way?? Maybe bcs I talked to P.?? Sandra tried to make me realize that N.'s & my situation is not like P.'s & Isabella's (was). I just felt guilty about Lucas, like I was a bad mother. That's why.... I was afraid to become like Isabella.

And that my Mom took over my job as a Mother at the beginning, did not do me any good. But also my Dad, he somehow replaced Nico for Lucas. It's so strange. Bcs actually my parents did nothing bad! They only helped us. Still... I....I never thought that all this would have such a negative effect on the relationship between Nico &Lucas.

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Sanguinity: Chapter 4 a rebelcaptain regency au

“The Andors are finally visiting today,” her father exclaimed. He said this while he squinted through the spectacles lightly perched on his nose, eyes intent on the contents of a quick note Mr. Andor seemed to have written himself and had sent out to their address.

“About time,” remarked her mother in earnest, despite not looking up from her embroidery project. “Their visit is long overdue.”

“Took them long enough, don’t you think?” replied her husband.

Jyn had been sitting by the window when she received this news. Under her breath she muttered, “Maybe he does not want to meet us.”

“What is that, Jyn?” her mother asked over at the sofa.

“Nothing,” Jyn quickly said.

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Jyn begins to make her intentions known to Philip, and tensions rise between her and Cassian as he and his sister Kerri visit Vallt Park to get acquainted with the Erso family.

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During the previous weeks, the Ersos had enjoyed the total silence of not being called upon by anybody, but since the conclusion of the big Rook ball, where everybody was finally returning to their business as usual, it would seem that the people of the village were slowly pouring back into Vallt Park for visits of various intent. 

Of these visitors were the usual ones—the family’s lawyer, Mr. Longhorn, Mr. Baze and Mr. Îmwe, the tenants of Mr. Erso’s farms, and, much to Jyn’s surprise, Philip Krennic, who had been quick to honor his owed commitment, which he accomplished just two days after the ball. 

His visit took about an hour and a half, with Philip perhaps subconsciously prolonging his stay due to continuously inquiring about Mr. and Mrs. Erso’s welfare (to the pleasure of both), as well as Jyn’s own interests (an attempt at gallantry she was not depraved to even rebuff).

When the visit reached its conclusion, Philip, pulling Jyn aside as he waited for his horse to be fetched, made a show of his sincere regret in parting with her, as well as expressing his hope to see her again soon, and more often. 

“Miss Erso,” he said, “I confess that I have enjoyed spending time with you. I shall like to see you some more, if you will allow me.” 

Jyn, as she heard these words, thought there and then that this moment had just become a defining one, for the encouragement Philip was hoping to receive out of this felicitation, when she would give it, would finally lay down in the open her intentions of forming a relationship with him. 

To her surprise, she found herself finally open to giving it, for two reasons: first, she was positively assured of his manners during the entire visit, noting particularly the behavior he not only extended to her, but to her parents as well. Jyn did not find offense in him at all—and as to his mild tendency to dispose of himself too easily to her opinion, her mother had advised her to see it as an advantage rather than something to doubt, for “was it so bad to have a husband who would readily agree with his wife?”

The second reason, which Jyn had had some more resistance against before finally relinquishing to, was that she could no longer deny the convenience of the potential union with Philip. The stars seem to have aligned perfectly for the affair—he was agreeable, she knew him well enough, he was rich, and her parents seemed to like him. Resist it as she might, she could no longer find any sensible reason to not acquiesce to these favorable circumstances.

So she decided it was time to move things along. 

With a smile, she expressed, “Of course, Mr. Krennic, I shall be glad. We ought to get to know each other better now, do we not?” 

It was an endorsement that seemed to work on the gentleman to great effect. Animated by its hopeful promise, Philip then committed more visits in the near future, and even proposed a leisure trip to Bath: 

“I think it would do us good to breathe in some new air,” he reasoned. “And the scene is so lively there that people do not stop to rest from their merriment, even past nightfall.”

“I would have to think about it,” replied Jyn, though a part of her already obliged to the offer, for she was truly joyous at the idea of visiting the town, and maybe even dropping by the Duchess Mon Mothma, if time permitted it. 

When all this had finished, she and her mother stood by the window as Philip mounted his horse to ride back to his home, Lexrul House. She would remember the remark her mother had made during that moment as they watched him slowly disappear over the small hills: 

“You are doing well, Jyn.” 

While Philip’s visit had been enough to stir Jyn’s spirits to states of disarray, these feelings were still incomparable to the ones she now felt, a day later, given what was about to happen:

“The Andors are finally visiting today,” her father exclaimed. He said this while he squinted through the spectacles lightly perched on his nose, eyes intent on the contents of a quick note Mr. Andor seemed to have written himself and had sent out to their address. 

“About time,” remarked her mother in earnest, despite not looking up from her embroidery project. “Their visit is long overdue.”

“Took them long enough, don’t you think?” replied her husband. 

Jyn had been sitting by the window when she received this news. Under her breath she muttered, “Maybe he does not want to meet us.”

“What is that, Jyn?” her mother asked over at the sofa. 

“Nothing,” Jyn quickly said.

Mr. Erso clapped his hands. “Well, we better get ourselves ready—we shall give them a warm welcome.” 

Jyn wanted neither to get ready nor give the solicitor a warm welcome, especially since she had taken it upon herself to dislike him, after their meeting during Bodhi’s ball. She shuddered at the recollection. Why could he not fully commit to his impropriety by dropping the intention to call on them altogether? She would have preferred that. Instead he seemed to just vex her more with this attempt at courtesy. 

A few hours passed; Jyn had almost hoped they would not come, and was already even expecting it, when the Andors finally arrived during the afternoon, their dark carriage coming into view from her window, passing through Vallt Park’s fields like a low-hanging, dark cloud. 

In moments, she was called on to come down from her bedchamber. 

As she descended the stairs, Cassian had just stepped into the house from the other end of the entrance hall.

“Mr. Andor!” exclaimed Mr. Erso, extending a hand that Cassian took politely into his.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Andor,” soon followed Mrs. Erso, giving him a curtsy, which Cassian returned with a bow.

From where she was, now at the foot of the stairs, Jyn tried to gauge the solicitor’s current disposition, noting, with contempt, the air of upright dignity he carried himself with. Had she not known the depth of his incivility, she would have found some credit in it. 

As such, she did know, and so she did not. 

Her movement within his periphery caught his attention; he found himself instinctively honing in on her sight; and in that moment, their eyes met. Both of them seemed to hesitate on what to do about this contact, until Cassian finally said, reservedly, “Miss Erso.”

Jyn now reached where they all stood. “Mr. Andor,” she replied, fighting to maintain a blank expression.

Mr. Erso eyed them both back and forth and smiled. “Mr. Andor, Jyn tells me here that you two have met.”

Cassian’s face pulled down into a frown, searching Jyn’s face for some indication on the kind of anecdote she had given to her parents of their introduction. Uncertain, he replied, “Has she?”

“She has,” answered Jyn herself, finding some small satisfaction in his confusion.

“She has,” confirmed her father, “but she has not really told us much about it. It perplexes me, for she has been bent on meeting you since I have told her about you—she could not stop asking about you.”

“Papa.” Jyn’s eyes threatened to fall out of their sockets. She dared not even risk a glance towards Cassian.

“Why?” asked her father. “I speak the truth.”

Jyn's face felt hot. “No you do not, Papa.”

“Well,” her father relented, though unconvinced, “I hope you had a good introduction nevertheless. I should like to hear that you two found each other well-suited for a new friendship, for I would very much like you two to be friends.” 

Neither Jyn nor Cassian responded to this hope. Their eyes met again, and this time neither of them maintained it; quickly they looked away from each other, with Jyn suddenly finding the statue by the door incredibly interesting. Was that a hint of the color copper in the marble?

The following silence that filled the hall resonated so profoundly that the faint sounds of the crickets outside seemed to come through. 

Mr. Erso’s brows furrowed. Doubtful, he asked again, “You two did get along well, did you not?”

Jyn’s mouth hung open, the response struggling to come out. “Er…” 

Her instinct was to tell her father the truth; that upon meeting each other, she and Cassian instantly detested each other. It would be as easy as saying “No, Papa, we did not.” However, for the same reason she hadn’t told him—and her mother, too—about their introduction then, she found herself unable to again at this moment, for she did not want to add one more worry, and such a petty one at that, to the ones they were already facing. 

So, with forced glee, and as though she could vomit the words, she finally said, “Of course we did, Papa. Our…our meeting was very pleasant. So pleasant that I was moved by it, even.” 

She quickly stole a glance at Cassian, who had been looking at her like she had just committed a pure atrocity. Jyn deepened her glare, not backing down. Disallowing him the opportunity to betray her to her father, she went ahead and said, “Mr. Andor agrees with me. Do you not, Mr. Andor?”

Cassian’s nostrils flared at this provocation, quickly realizing what he had been set up into. He deliberated how to go about this for a brief moment; he dared not put up a pretense for the benefit of Miss Erso, but in the interest of not appearing ungrateful to the Ersos (as much as he disliked their daughter) he finally made the decision to indulge her misrepresentation of their acquaintance; helplessly, he felt himself forced to agree. 

His eyes unpeeled from his adversary, he took a deep, sharp breath. “I do, yes,” he said through gritted teeth. “I found Miss Erso to be a truly amiable person of character, and I—” he cleared his throat “—I sometimes even wish that I would meet her again for the first time to experience how pleasant she is.” 

Jyn could almost sigh in relief, but stopped herself. 

Mr. Erso softened. He smiled. “Why, that is great to hear. I almost believed you two did not like each other.”

“Impossible,” Cassian and Jyn remarked at the same time, both feigning a smile.  

With that, Cassian made sure to express his displeasure at Jyn before he turned away from her entirely. Before he could even attempt to renew the conversation with her parents, a sound from outside caught everybody’s attention. Jyn soon discovered its source—there, through the door in the courtyard, was Kerri, who seemed to struggle to grab something from their carriage. 

“Er, is Miss Andor all right?” Mrs. Erso asked.

Cassian frowned. “Kerri?” he called out.

Once Kerri finally had, with an audible grunt, retrieved the object in question (which appeared to be a thick, large notebook), she finally skipped across the courtyard and fell in just beside her brother. 

“My apologies,” she said with an embarrassed chuckle. “I hope I did not miss anything?”

“No, not at all,” Cassian quickly supplied. He faced the Ersos. “Mr. Erso, Mrs. Erso, this is my sister, Kerri.”

“Hello,” Kerri greeted, her face beamed up. “Please excuse me from what happened just now—I was only grabbing this.” She held the notebook up in the air.

When it seemed to only puzzle her parents, Jyn took it upon herself to say, “Are those your drawings, Miss Andor?”

Kerri nodded, a grin on her face. “Yes. I brought them so I could show them to you, in fact.”

At this, all the Ersos’ expressions finally lit up, even Jyn, who, for all her current feelings of unrest towards the person who stood just beside Kerri, was polite enough to indulge her.

“I see we have an artist,” remarked Mrs. Erso, impressed.

The pleasantries of this official, monumental introduction between the Ersos and the Andors naturally progressed into the former giving the latter a tour of the house and its surrounding grounds. Jyn and Cassian hardly acknowledged each other throughout the expedition, except for the occasional repartee to stoke the fire of their faux friendship, which was, for both of them, quite difficult to do. 

By the time they had returned to their starting point, Mr. Erso finally said, “Who’s hungry? Let us have some tea, shall we?”

In the waiting room, Jyn sat down beside Kerri on the settee, directly facing her father, mother, and Cassian across the low table. Her current position paved the default of having the solicitor within her view; she had to actively turn on her seat to spare herself the sight of him. 

She was already on her second cup of tea when he raised the subject of Lah’mu’s lands. And though she invested great interest in her current conversation with Kerri about paint materials, she also found herself tuning in closely to the subject. 

“I was hoping to talk to you about this patch of dry land just along the estate’s border,” Cassian said. “The one by the woods.”

Mr. Erso nodded. “Ah, yes. I expected you to bring that up.”

Cassian’s expression took on a look of confusion. “It seems considerably large, yet I admit I do not know what to do with it.”

“Hmm,” Mr. Erso said, then taking a moment to think. 

Jyn, however, did not. Right away, she knew what could be done to the are, which she had passed by so many times she had already memorized its landscape. 

Mr. Erso spoke. “What if you—” 

“You can turn it into a home farm,” Jyn quickly interjected, hardly realizing the alacrity of her manner in doing so until after the fact. 

Both Cassian and Mr. Erso looked at her, somewhat blindsided by this insertion. While they did not seem offended by it, they did expect her to clarify herself. 

“Pardon, Jyn?” her father said.

Jyn swallowed. “You can turn it into a farm,” she repeated. “Or a garden. Though I feel a home farm would be more appropriate.” 

“A home farm?” Cassian asked, doubtful. “But it is dry dirt. The surrounding dead wood should attest to it.”

Jyn shook her head adamantly. “The patches of marigolds beg to differ.”

Cassian raised a brow. “Marigolds?”

Jyn frowned at the insinuation beneath this reply. “Yes, marigolds, Mr. Andor. They are a sure sign of soil fertility. They are everywhere on your property.”

Cassian instantly picked up on this antagonism. “I know what marigolds are, Miss Erso. But I do not remember seeing them there.”

“But I have.” Jyn shifted so that she faced him again now. Keeping the calm in her voice, she replied, “I hope you do not think I’m making a false claim.”

Cassian leaned forward in his seat. “I think I would know if I saw the marigolds, is all I am saying,” he answered, matching her tone. 

“I do not doubt that you would.” Jyn shrugged. “But perhaps you just haven’t looked well enough to see. Which leads me to somehow infer that you do not actually know what marigolds are.” 

Cassian grimaced. “Do you think I’m making a false claim, Miss Erso?” 

“Oh no, I do not,” Jyn replied nonchalantly. “I just think you do not know.” 

Cassian, clenching his jaw, did not reply.

“But do not be so hard on yourself, Mr. Andor,” Jyn continued, finding gratification from his non-response. “The marigolds are still very young, we’re very early into spring after all. Anyone can mistake them for grass.”

The air was growing palpably tense, but Mrs. Erso, insensible to the real animosity beneath this seemingly playful banter, only laughed. 

“Mr. Andor, don’t you find Jyn extraordinary?” she asked Cassian. “She has been studying botany, you see. She has grown rather very knowledgeable about the subject, among many other things.”

To this Cassian responded with a dry smile. “Yes,” he said, looking at Jyn. “She has ensured that I am aware of it when we first met.” 

Jyn rolled her eyes.

“Speaking of farms,” Mr. Erso brought forth, “now that you have your own estate, Mr. Andor, do you plan to step up further and purchase your own farm?”

Cassian contemplated this question. When he did not answer, Mr. Erso went on, “Because once you do, you may retire from being a solicitor, you know? Become a true member of the gentry. I hope that is something you’re considering.”

Cassian still did not reply.

“I imagine a lot of people would prefer you do it. They do not exactly like the idea of a working man earning his way to such status. I myself do not mind, but I cannot speak for others. The Krennics lean more towards the traditional—” he then shook his head “—but no, I do not think them capable of such prejudices.” 

The mention of the name seemed to stir Cassian to curiosity. “You’re close with the Krennics?” he asked, though in a tone that made the statement somewhat ambiguous, as though he was stating it as a charge rather than a question.

“I would say that’s a generous way of putting it,” replied Mr. Erso. “We are civil at best; we so rarely convene, unless permitted by big assemblies, or required by matters of business. It is Jyn here, in fact, who is more connected to them through her close friend, Philip. Have you met Philip?”

Cassian met Jyn’s eyes. “I have.” 

“But yes,” Mr. Erso continued, “I highly recommend you consider retirement, Mr. Andor. You ought to enjoy your comforts now that you’ve worked for it.”

“I…I shall think about it,” was all that Cassian said.

“Perhaps looking at some prospective farmlands might interest you.” Mr. Erso stood up and headed to a table by the shelves. Cassian soon followed after being beckoned; in no time, they were already poring through the paraphernalia while engaged in intent conversation. 

For a while, Jyn, her mother, and Kerri kept to themselves to talk about various topics, until Mrs. Erso requested to take leave in order to finish a very important letter to some of her friends in Scotland, which she was anxious to finish today. 

This left Jyn alone with Kerri. Their solitude seemed to instantly spark some excitement in her companion.

“Miss Erso,” she said, eager. “I must tell you something. I finally feel the liberty to do so, now it is just us two.” 

Intrigued, Jyn answered, “What is it? Do tell me, Miss Andor.”

“All right.” The sister took a deep breath, then with a tight-lipped smile, asked, “Do you know Mr. Donwell?”

“Mr. Donwell? James Donwell? Yes, I do. I have known him for a good time now. Why?”

“Well, after we parted ways at the ball, I met him.”

From the way Kerri’s face began to redden, Jyn had a sure feeling where this was going. So she said with encouragement, “And?”

“And,” Kerri said emphatically, smiling, “we went along very well. He is an incredibly pleasant and polite man. He asked me to dance not only once, but twice, Miss Erso. Twice!”

Jyn smiled. “He did?”

“Yes.” Kerri let out a breathy laugh. “And both dances were nice; he is such a good dancer, Miss Erso.”

“Miss Andor,” Jyn began, “might I be correct in inferring that you liked Mr. Donwell?”

Kerri blushed before she gave her an affirming nod. “I confess that I cannot stop thinking about him since.”

“You seem really struck.”

Kerri looked to Jyn. “You’re right, I am. I do like him. Tell me, Miss Erso, am I stupid for feeling this way?”

Jyn shook her head, grinning. “No, not at all. Your heart has served you well, Miss Andor, for it could not have chosen a better man to feel such affections for. Mr. Donwell is incredibly kind and gentle. I think that is because of the care Sir and Mrs. Donwell have given to him; they love him terribly, and he, them. I remember once, he rode back home from Cambridge on horseback alone, when he found out Mrs. Donwell came down with a terrible flu. He refused to leave her side until her recovery.”

Kerri sank back to the settee. “My, Miss Erso. I was hoping you would say something that should sway my feelings for him for good, but you have only nurtured them further with this recommendation.”

Jyn smiled. “I hope you forgive me for disappointing you.”

Kerri buried her face in her hands. “Goodness, I feel embarrassed.”

Jyn watched her new friend begin to descend into this endless rapture of feeling, which she, if she was being truthful, had never yet felt once in her life. She wondered what it must feel like. 

“Do not consider it a burden, Miss Andor,” she said. “It is a profound blessing to feel this way about someone you like. Do not attempt to push it away.”

On that note, Kerri found herself immediately consoled, if not encouraged. Then sitting back up, she said, “I’ve noticed that you and Mr. Krennic seemed really close.”

“Oh,” Jyn said, surprised. She looked down on the cup on her lap. “I suppose we are. We have been friends a long time.” 

Kerri seemed to debate with herself if she should say what she was about to say. “I hope you do not mind my asking, Miss Erso, but are you planning to marry at all?”

At this point Mr. Andor and Jyn’s father had stepped away from the table and towards a shelf, bringing them back closer to where Jyn and Kerri currently sat. The distance was still considerable, however, which made Jyn believe that they did not hear, so she continued. 

“Since you are so forward in your inquiry, Miss Andor,” she said, smiling, “I shall be as well in my answer.” She took a deep breath. “Yes, I do. I seek to get married.”

“And would it be with Mr. Krennic?” 

Jyn found no reason to conceal the truth; she nodded. “I do not see why not. He agrees with me, and if I’m being frank, there is a big advantage to marrying him. His father, Sir Krennic, is a baron, and he is the heir—he is to inherit his estate, along with 12,000 pounds a year.”

Kerri’s mouth hung open. “I did not know he was incredibly rich!”

Jyn nodded again. “He is. I really cannot see why I should not marry him. Whatever reason I could think of…” she felt her heart rattle in her chest “...they seem to be all naught and insufficient.”

“That amount of money should be more than enough to preserve your comforts, I imagine.”

“Yes,” Jyn replied, “and maybe even a bit more.”

Kerri smiled. “It seems that things are looking out really well for your future, Miss Erso. I am glad that you are able to secure it.”

“Yes.” Jyn laughed wistfully. “I suppose I have.”

For a while both women fell in silence, the inner feelings that they felt and reflected on, so opposite from one another. It struck Jyn odd, and maybe even fascinating, that while she and Miss Andor were alike in many ways, the lives they lived were equally different in extent. 

After some time, she cleared her throat. “But enough of all this talk. Your art, Miss Andor, I cannot overstate how astounding they are. The sketches you’ve shown hold so much promise to your skill.”

A rosy color surfaced to Kerri’s cheeks. 

“I wonder,” Jyn continued, “if it would be too much to ask you to occasionally join me on my walks? The thing is, I like to keep a visual record of all plants I encounter, but I admit I cannot do justice to all of them. Perhaps I could inquire for your help to do some of them for me?”

Kerri’s face lit up. “Miss Erso, I would absolutely be delighted!”

Jyn’s excitement rose. “You would?”

“I would draw your entire journal for you even, if at all possible.” She held back a sound of delight, to little success. “This excites me so, for this means we can see more of each other!”

Jyn cannot help but chuckle out her own feelings of excitement. “We shall, Miss Andor. It’s time we become friends.”

So they continued their discussions on art and botany for some time. After a while Cassian and Mr. Erso joined them again, which soon signified the end of the visit. 

Mrs. Erso was finally able to finish her letter-writing, just in time to bid the Andors adieu at the courtyard, where they now all stood, waiting for the carriage to arrive. 

“I hope you enjoyed your visit, Mr. Andor, Miss Andor,” she said warmly. 

“I did, Mrs. Erso,” replied Kerri. “You have a wonderful home.” 

“Thank you,” agreed Cassian, addressing the party as a whole.

The carriage finally came around the bend, then stopped just in front of them. 

Kerri turned to Jyn. “See you in a couple of days, Miss Erso?”

Jyn nodded enthusiastically. “You shall.”

The sister then gave everyone a curtsy before she finally ascended their transport. 

Cassian, after having extended his goodbyes to Jyn’s parents, then faced Jyn. She saw something new in his expression, one even much graver than before, and something not even their current pretense could conceal.

Jyn’s own expression darkened. She had a sinking feeling that something had changed for the worse—she just did not know what.

“Safe travels, Mr. Andor,” she said blankly. 

Cassian stared at her for a few seconds in silence before saying, “Miss Erso.” 

With that he stepped into the carriage, before it finally left. 

Later that night as she prepared for her slumber, Jyn finally found some answer to the question of how her relationships with both the Andors would become, given her wildly opposing sentiments for each. She had always thought it would be impossible to sustain one without forsaking the other, but she had found, during her time with Kerri, that it might be possible after all; she was beginning to understand that she did not have to get along with Cassian if she could help it, just so she could be friends with his sister.

But still, she thought about the look on Cassian’s face before they had left, which had left Jyn guessing, inquiring, pondering, more than she would care to admit.

The clarity she sought for would soon come to her, upon the arrival of an unexpected letter.