#for her and she became forever grateful and stayed in touch with him for the rest of their lives^^

[slumbergoblin]

I've had an idea for Lucille for a while, but I finally put a design to her

She's Stratos's 'grew-up-poor-then-became-rich' southern friend from highschool^^

[yourlocalstranger123]

Part 1

characters: Nahida, zhongli, Raiden/Ei, Scaramouche/wanderer, Xiao/alatus, Venti, dottore, Albedo, aether/lumine/traveler and abyss prince/princess, dainsleif, azhdaha, miko, celestial

Note: I put the celestials and zhongli even though I already did them because I forgot to put in what they would do if you finally are in Teyvat. Also, some characters don't have their own section, just in someone's else. [Like Miko in Ei's]

Warning: Some have slight NSFW, but technically, it's mostly SFW, slight yandere or maybe just full on yandere and obsessed. Idk-

[They all wonder why you're calling them your baby girl(s)—]

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Celestials might be a little greedy for trying to convince or guilt trap you to stay with them a bit longer.....

//

Zhongli. [ I know I already did zhongli, but I didn't put in what happened when you finally got into teyvat] he was so thrilled. If he was in his dragon body, his tail would've been wagging like a dog. His knees became weak by your presence. He just wanted you to touch him. He finally felt the warmth...although azhdaha just had to steal you from him! He also had a dragon form, so why don't you ask him to transform into it? You could see him in a corner with a slight frown [pout]. At least he gets head pats. [He'll get spoiled sooner or later 🤭]

//

Xiao. He was loyal to zhongli for sure, but you? He is obsessed with you. When he was alatus, you were the light who he always kept precious. You gave him warmth all those torturous years. You were the reason he could endure it before zhongli had finally saved him from it. He didn't know you were the creator. But when he finally knew, he was so happy. You were always with him, giving everyone hope and the same warmth that you gave him to the others and his friends. Why are you keeping giving him tofu to summon him? He's so very grateful for your cooking and thoughts, but you don't need to. Just call his name with your beautiful voice. You still do it though, which makes him slightly flustered as you can see the tips of his ears go red as he greets you. He was so, SO flustered and shy when you let him on your lap and hug you or lay on it. His eyes went heavy as he closed them. The first time in his whole life, he had a wonderful dream....(of you)

Nahida. Honestly, she felt really happy with you. Even when she was locked away, she felt you reaching for her. She still could feel the warmth, and that's why she's still having hope for someone to save her. Since she is literally the god of knowledge, she already knew you were the creator. Honestly, when you finally went to Teyvat, she didn't expect to be your child suddenly. Although she's not complaining! She loves it when you smother her with your parently love. [You totally did not try to beat the soul out of the grand sages for locking her up, and people, even some of the archons, had to hold you down-]

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Ei would be concerned. Who was interfering with her eternity? She didn't know how to react. She always some what felt guilty whenever she did the vision hunt degree. She ignored it all, though. Until when the traveler showed her the beauty of inazuma. It was so different from what it was before...'Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.' She thought. She had noticed that one thing that stayed the same forever was the warmth she felt. She soon found out the warmth was from the creator! Oh, she was so happy. She would make a room that would eternity be dedicated to you! When you appeared in Teyvat, she would be so dang nervous. She wants to be perfect for you. Everything must be! She was going to send Raiden in her place but didn't expect you to personally come over to her! She tried giving you a tour, but she didn't really go outside much, so....yeah, you're technically giving her one instead.. but at least you enjoy braiding her hair for her as Miko is sitting on your lap in her fox form. She's very fluffy when you pet her. [She would be so embarrassed and will malfunction if you ask how she can pull out her sword from her—]

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Scaramouche would try to hunt you down honestly. Like who tf are you?? And where the heck are you?? (Imagine you haunt him and keep whispering, "You're shorttt") he was so ready to beat the crap out of you. But he just had to get used to it since he was busy becoming a God. And when he did, he felt your presence once again but clearer. He again ignores it and continues with the fight, which comes with a loss. He had become wanderer now, and he told Nahida that he thinks someone is stalking him. Nahida finally tells him that you're the all mighty creator. So you have been with him this whole time...? Why? He wonders If you forgive him for his sins.... why were you....calling him scarameow?? Is that perhaps another language for something? What does it mean? But it's fine. He still loves you. He got jealous one time and became a 'doll' for your entertainment. He's been doing that a few times. He liked it when one time you manhandled danced with him or even dressed him up [with lingerie]

//

Oh Venti, that drunkard bard. Oh, how he always speaks about you. He loved you so much. You always played as the wind when he was just a spirit. He always talked to you, although you can't talk, the wind tells him everything. He loved you so dearly. You always protected him in the war. You protected all the people. He understands that you can't stop people from dying of age. It's fate. But you had always accompanied him and his friend. That's all he needs, and he's grateful for it. He already knew you were the creator. The wind tells him everything. He didn't think that he would accidentally make the creator drunk! He promised he was drunk when he offered a drink to you! Or when he falls happily on your lap and arms by falling from the tree that was surrounded by a cat. [He also didn't expect the wonderful view of you on the side of the bed.....naked.....wait, WHAT— [ I mean...he's not complaining besides not having the ability to walk...or think anything besides you and how good you fu—]

//

Oh dottore. At first, he did not at all care about you. Even when worshipping the creator was public and a thing, he wasn't exactly dedicated. Until he found some ancient script of mechanics and bunch of successful experiments of creatures you did. He did some research and it turns out that those creatures was friendly to you and you did those experiments not so gruesome. So that's why they didn't hold a grudge at you. He became more interested and now it's apart of the research he's doing. And even experiments perhaps. He didn't know thr warm fuzzy feeling in his chest when he saw you smile in those ancient script. Although he may have kept it all a secret until all of the harbingers [except scaramouche because this is the time where he erases himself from all memories] finally found out about it. Oh how he felt when he finally gazes at your body. You looked so much better in the script. He always seek you out for experiments and research. You have the knowledge that even Irminsul doesn't have. Although his constant touch, glances and the way he looks at you with a slight red face doesn't go unnoticed by you when he conduct an experiment on you. [He couldn't forget the 'experiment' conduct on you last night ♥︎]

○ —○ — ○ — experimenters— ○ —○ — ○ — ○

Albedo. He's exactly opposite from dottore at the start, he was obsessed with you. He worshiped you with so many new creations from his experiments and thanked you for uniting him with Klee. At first, he didn't know about you and was curious why he always felt a comforting presence until aunt Alice told him that it was you, their creator, his creator.

He found statues of you that were cracked and was leaking a certain gold liquid. There was scroll. It seems that you made it with your own blood. He researched your statue and conducted careful experiments. He was a little...too fascinated about your body. Drawing you in robes, poses, and even....drew doing stuff to him. He took such care and worshiped it as if it was really you.... you looked way more divine than the statue that you carved yourself. He always wanted you to ask you....."What's the purpose of me existing?"

[You can insert your thoughts if you want, but here's my response to it]

"(1.) There's none. You just exist. I just create you. But...(2.) You can make yourself a purpose. A reason to live out your lives I gave you all. Like you, perhaps you make your own purpose to live is to make Klee happy."

His eyes glinted as you chuckled. He had been in deep thought for a few weeks. Then suddenly, he smiled. 'Perhaps.....'

Dottore and Albedo would 10/10 would be literal vampires. Including zhongli, I swear. The moment they taste your blood as an experiment or accident, they will crave for more. (I know they will literally moan in delight when they tasted it.)

//

Traveler and abyss prince/princess. How they both felt it. Your warmth. Traveler accepts it with open arms. Traveler thanked you for supporting them to find their sibling. But the abyss prince/princess isn't so fond about accepting it. They don't need your pity.... but they guess they can take it once in a while, you did offer to them, didn't you? Oh, Dainsleif. He doesn't think he should accept it. He wants to, but he is not worthy. But once in a while, when he falls asleep, his lips curve into a smile as he bask in your warmth. They can be selfish, right? You did offer you warmth after all..... The abyss prince/princess tries to kidnap— I mean *cough* *cough* take you away but the Traveler holds onto your arm, not letting go. The abyss prince/princess argues that when the time comes after they finally finish their journey, they can find a home with you! But the traveler pouts and still won't budge. Dainsleif just watches in the background, conflicted. Although....that doesn't mean he didn't have the desire to keep you with him either...

[gaysindistress]

Prompt 4 ❤️‍🩹 for bucky. Extra points if it's a bit angsty then super fluffy

Congratulations you deserve more🩷

Thank you for the request and kind words!

Someone needs to take Spotify away from me. I keep finding the saddest songs when I’m writing.

warnings: angst. That’s it. There’s fluff but you have to get through the angst first.

600 celebration post

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

That had been his promise to me the night we huddled together for warmth in that abandoned shed in the barren snow covered fields of Russia. He’d whispered it into my hair as the cold whipped in through the cracks and weakened my dying body. He’d wrapped me as tightly as he could against himself and shielded me from the onslaught of the wind as the both us were certain it would be our last night. He’d stayed awake that night, keeping his eyes trained on the door in case any enemy soldiers found us. He was in no condition to fight but he was better off than me who was covered in shrapnel wounds, knife cuts, and marks that were already bruising. Enough blood was caked on my suit that he refused to move me once we found that shed. He’d told me that he had already called for the quinjet to pick us up but rescue still wouldn’t be until the next morning.

He’d stayed awake the entire night, checking my vitals obsessively as tears filled his eyes and later fell from them when my pulse grew too slow. He’d contemplated sacrificing what few layers he had on to me but reminded himself that he needed to be alive if he wanted to keep his promise. That didn’t stop him from unzipping his outer layers so that I could be as close as humanly possible to his warmth.

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

That was the last thing I remember he saying before I slipped into sleep and the first thing I heard when I blinked awake to bright lights. The quinjet had be faster but the early signs of daylight were showing. It felt like a movie; the pale morning colors painting the sky but doing nothing to mask the sheer feeling of emptiness that filled this place. Bucky wouldn’t let anyone touch me no matter how fatigued he was and stubbornly carried me in his arms to safety. I remember seeing droplets of pale red in the snow trail behind us but it didn’t register than they came from me. I had grown too cold, my limbs ice to the touch and too stiff to move. My only saving light was Bucky and the promise he whispered to me.

He turned into a passing comment, a running joke between us when I was finally ready to leave the infirmary.

“See, I didn’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

We both knew it killed him that he had, in fact, broken that promise before he even made it but I’d smile back and say “and for that I’m forever grateful.”

The night we kissed, he whispered the joke to me again. The night we had a massive fight because I loved him desperately and he wouldn’t let me in, he said it was because of that promise.

“I could hurt you! Can’t you see that? I’m a liability, Y/N, and I couldn’t live with myself if I was the one who hurt you. I can’t…I won’t risk it.”

The night we’d made love the first time, he whispered his promise to me in spite of the fear that he could be the one to hurt me.

The night he proposed, he’d modified it as he bared his heart to me and allowed me to love him in the same way he did me.

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you or our family.”

On our wedding day, he didn’t work them into our vows but whispered them against my lips as we became one and made love for the first time as a married couple.

“I swear to you, that as long as I’m alive I won’t let a single soul ever harm you.”

That was the promise he made to your daughter shortly after she was born. He had her bundled in a quilt Sam’s mom made as a birthing gift and was gently rocking her to sleep.

When I was pregnant with her, she would kick and move around when she heard his voice. She would still when his hand landed on my stomach and she’d place either her hand or foot where she could feel him. Now as he rocked her, she was content and I imagine she wasn’t going to risk sleep so she could keep looking at her dad. After he made his promise, I heard him sigh afterwards and he turned to me, absolutely beaming because “she smiled at me. oh my god Doll, she smiled at me.”

“Of course she did. You’re her favorite person in the world.”

[ezzydantes]

Monster Trio Births part 3

Author's Note: Sanji's turn! Extreme fluff from our Prince. Again hard labor... especially for...

Sanji

You and your Prince had been on Kamabakka Island the last few months after he grabbed onto you when Kuma sent you away from Sabaody. When you first arrived a strange woman had helped you out but then took off as soon as you became conscious. Later it was revealed that you were on an island full of, as your lover crassly put it, "a cheap imitation of women". You actually smacked the back of his head and made him apologize immediately for his rudeness to your hostesses holding his head down as you bowed as well.

You had heard of this island long ago and was familiar with their Queen. You had dealings with Emporio Ivankoff due to your elder sisters and cousins being associated with the Revolutionary Army. This was back before your eldest sister sent you somewhere she'd thought would be safe... the Baratie. As soon as the inhabitants of the island learned of your true identity, you and Sanji were welcome with open arms. It was a trying time to say the least... your lover upset that there was a part of you he didn't know. He eventually got over it though after a long night of talking and learning of his past in depth as well as multiple sessions of love making. You were already pregnant so what was the harm?

Your womb was becoming larger by the day as your stay progressed and at one point the doctor there stated you had to be bed ridden. You knew from Sanji telling you about his mother and her illness that being bed ridden was like a death sentence in his eyes. He was doting even more on you than usual.

"Baby.... I'm fine", you sighed as he helped you readjust your position in the bed and fluff your pillows.

He paused for a second. He slowly climbed into the bed with you, careful to not move you so much. "I... I am beyond grateful for you staying with me and giving me a child, but..." his voice barely above a whisper as he gently laid his head on your stomach, "I won't survive if I lose you..."

The blonde cook's confession causing a small gasp to leave you. Sanji turned his face to look at you as his blue eyes began to water. "I won't survive it..."

"S...Sanji...", you quietly called to him as you took his face into your hands and pulled him up to you. "I'm so happy for this experience and I can't wait to have a future and see what all we will accomplish as a family. And trust me... I'm scared too... the thought of giving life to a whole other little being is scary..."

"I don't mean to scare you, Princess..." he mumbled as he wiped tears from your eyes before wiping them from his "Just know that you've been my world for so long... and now I'm gonna have a child with you... a perfect mixture of us two and when I look at them I'll see you..."

Your Prince's smile slowly started to return as you pulled his forehead to yours. "And they will be LOVED because they will have us... be it a boy or a girl."

Sanji gently kissed your lips over and over, trying to pour as much adoration and love into each gentle touch to let you know that no matter what lies ahead, you were his goddess and he'd worship you forever. The two of you fell asleep with his arms around you while you snuggled into him. He was playing with your (h/c) locks, sighing in content at the moment when you suddenly clutched his sides and rammed your face into his chest. "AHHHH!!!"

"Y/n!? Whats wrong?" He shouted as he sat up and tried to assess the situation. It was then he felt the wetness in the sheets. Your water had broke. The cook went into immediate action, remembering the training he received from the doctor in case this happened. He settled you back down before using the small transponder snail on the table side to call the doctor. She sleepily answered it but shot into action at your lover's request when he told her the condition of the situation.

They reached your shared room where you were trying to use your breathing techniques. The doctor had Sanji help put you in a position to get a better view to see the progression. "Oh my!" She shouted, "I see a head! Sanji!"

Your lover immediately helped you get into a squatting position and carefully explained everything to you as he went. He held you up under your arms while one of the nurses placed a leather bit into your mouth to help you from biting your tongue off.

"That's it Baby Girl...", he cooed into your ear, occasionally using one or the other hand to help wipe your hair out of your face. "You got this..."

His voice was somewhat desperate towards the end as you gave a few pushes and a baby boy came out. Sanji helped you lay back into a pile of pillows as he stroked your forehead. "You did wonderful, my Darling... "

Your cook cut the embilicol chord from his son before gladly taking the small babe into his arms. Before he had a chance to present your newborn son to you another sharp contraction hit you, causing a blood curdling scream.

Sanji quickly handed the baby off to a nurse as he rushed to you. Fear and panic evident in his eyes. "Baby? What's wrong!?"

"Ahhh!" You screamed as you tried to sit back up. You could feel more contractions. The confused, exhausted look on your face as you reached towards your lover, caused him to panic more. "What the Hell is going on?!"

The doctor quickly looked back down to your bottom half, her eyes widening in shock. "Sanji! Lift her up I see another head!"

Sanji didn't question what the doctor had just yelled as he pulled you up into a squatting position once more. "I got you Baby... I got you... we can do this... we can do anything together..."

You bared down once more and it seemed instant relief hit you as another crying babe came into the world. "It's a girl!"

You and your Prince stared in disbelief as a second baby was born. His eyes began to well up as he began kissing you all over your head as he held you close, "You did it, my goddess... two lives?"

"Twins!" The doctor laughed, "a first for our island!"

You relaxed back into your lover completely spent, barely able to keep your eyes open. Sanji hugged you close as he bawled his happiness into the crown of your head. He kept his hand over your heart and his ear next to your mouth as he listened for your breath. His darling girl had given him the gift of being a father not once but twice.

Sanji smiled at your sleeping fotm in his arms, completely and utterly enamored by you. You hadn't complained at all during the pregnancy and especially during the time of being bed ridden. You had smiled gracefully and bared it all for the sake of your small family. He felt as though his heart could burst at the love he felt for you.

The doctor came over and presented the twins to the pair of you. You woke up long enough to stroke their little faces due to one of their soft cries reaching you.

"Whenever you're ready my dear, they will need to feed somewhat soon. But we still have to clean them up a bit... ", the doctor smiled, "Rest while you can and when you're up to it we will bring them back..."

You weakly nodded in the affirmative before slumping back down into your lover's embrace. He chuckled at how you tried to squeeze his arms around you. "Thank you, Doc", Sanji smiled gratefully as he held you close, expressing both of your gratitude to the physician before you. "Couldn't have done it without you...all of you"

There wasn't a dry eye in the room as the nurses and doctor bowed to the pair of you before exiting to clean up the twins.

"Twins?" Your Prince exhaled as he pulled you further up into the bed so he could rest his back against the headboard as he held you between his legs.

"It actually does run in the family..." you sheepishly whisper, "There are several sets of twins...."

Sanji couldn't help but chuckle. "Never thought to tell me that before I got you pregnant?"

You turned to him and smiled sweetly, "though your multi birth was orchestrated... I didn't know how you'd feel about a possibility...even though naturally..I knew you'd love them anyways..."

The blonde cook gasped a bit before he held you as tight as your sore body would allow. "What will we call them?"

"I want to name our daughter Sora... ", you whispered as you kissed his jaw. Sanji bowed his head to try and hide his tears. He kissed your head before silently nodding in the affirmative, moved by you wanting to name your daughter after his mother. "What about baby boy?" You inquired.

"Zephyr...." his voice cracked, "Impatient like old man Zeff... and just as precious..."

He readjusted his position so you could lay into his chest. You began to slowly draw circles on his his pecks. "Vinsmoke Zephyr and Sora?" You questioned.

"No... Blackleg... ", Sanji gently smiled as he kissed your lips. You smiled as you held him close. "What a family.... Ptolemy (y/n) and the Blacklegs three... haha"

"No... Blackleg (y/n)... Marry me?" He cupped your cheek after you looked up at him, stunned bh his proposal. You began to cry as he pulled you into a kiss... the best kiss he had given you over the years... the one that brought all memories of you and him to mind. "Yes.. " you whispered.

"I do have some conditions...", your Prince smirked. He waited for your permission before continuing, "I will quit smoking if whenever I need a smoke and you're there... I get a kiss. You allow me to continue doting EXTRA on you now that we have a family and the twins will be a handful since they are a perfect mixture of us. We visit the old man at least once before meeting up with the crew in Sabaody. You let me call you goddess at least once a week"

"Agreed... but what if it gets too dangerous? Will you send us away?" You mumbled.

"Yes... and then I will follow after I know it's safe... you have always been my whole world... but we also have a pretty decent bad ass family of a crew... even that dumbass mosshead would protect you and the kids if he had to..." the cook grumbled.

"I love you.... Blackleg Sanji...", you whispered as you nestled back down into his warmth. He held you close before whispering in your hair and inhaling his favorite scent in the world... you. In this small moment before your miracles would be brought in... the pair of you made sure that each of you knew your worth and meaning to the other.

[loggiepj]

FORBIDDEN

Part 6 | Part 7

Part 8

Winter finally came. Temperature dropped down degrees below zero. The lake solidified in two days; the eerie sound under the waters filled the silent hours of the night as it turned into ice.

Most of the population anywhere in the world would stay indoors at a time like this. But the Avengers' camp wasn't like any other normal village.

The pavilion and other facilities of the camp remained tolerable, even warmer, enchanted by numerous spells to keep the cold away. Most of the campers carried on with their daily tasks as if it was any normal day, as if it wasn't just snowing an hour ago.

Winter would mean less attacks from Deviants. It was as if the two divisions had agreed on a temporary truce, a festival, an occasion even, to celebrate the entire season without touching any weapon, without unnecessarily shedding more blood.

The snow was already ankle deep, yet it didn't stop the children from starting snowball fights against each other. The sun had now begun to set; the night sky more visible like a mirror magnifying a painting of an entire universe. The stars even looked like salt accidentally sprinkled on a dark veil.

The older ones stayed comfortable in their seats, watching the young have the time of their lives while drinking hot cocoa served by Bruce.

"This doesn't even taste that good," Vision said, catching Y/n's attention. She looked at where said witch was sitting, irritatingly close to the beautiful witch who had occupied most of her thoughts.

Y/n's grip around her mug tightened as she witnessed the scene before her, immediately looking down once Vision seemed to chase Wanda's lips with his own, not seeing how Wanda aggressively shoved him away.

Y/n was too stupid to think that whatever was going on between her and Wanda would end up to be something more.

Who wouldn't? Ever since that night the two had shared under the stars, they became fast friends. Y/n entertained the witch with myths, fables and even folklores about the universe every night and Wanda would savor every second of it. The barrier between them was completely broken. Wanda even built Y/n an archway without a door to give the human a grand welcome.

Y/n had taught Wanda some of the constellations she knew and how to find them. Wanda was a good listener. She had never been attentive to any of her classes when she was a kid. But with Y/n as the teacher, it would be impossible to stray her focus away from the human.

"What's your favorite?" Wanda asked in a whisper, face so close to Y/n as they laid on the cool grass. It was still nearing Winter that time, and the perfect weather made the stars more visible like a clear painting in full display.

Wanda had performed a spell around them to keep them both warm. Y/n had never been more grateful, even though she didn’t need warming up. The lack of distance between the two of them was already heating up Y/n's entire body, heart skipping a beat whenever their gazes met. And their gazes would always meet.

"Orion," Y/n answered. She gently pulled and held the witch's hand as she drew the constellations up above. These were the times Wanda love the most. The human's touch ignited a spark within her that no amount of magic could ever explain. "Those three bright stars in the middle are its belt." Y/n held Wanda's fingers, tracing the constellation in the air. "Orion is known as the Hunter, with the way the stars are perfectly aligned like someone ready to attack with a bow and arrow."

Their heads pressed together so their eyes would be looking at the same thing. Wanda's scent infiltrated Y/n's nostrils and she couldn't get enough. Y/n could breathe her in forever.

"Like you," Wanda muttered. A small smile crept unto Y/n's face, blushing.

"I doubt that. I'm not much good of an Avenger compared to anyone here. And my archery skills would be far in comparison to Orion," Y/n replied, putting both of their hands down on the ground where they laid.

Wanda smiled, knowing the human was being modest. "I find that hard to believe. You know, campers here look up to you."

Y/n swallowed a lump in her throat before she gave a nervous laugh.

Before the normie could respond, Wanda went on. "How did Orion end up in the sky?"

"There are stories in Greek mythology, where Orion the Hunter was killed by Artemis, a goddess, daughter of Zeus. Zeus, being the king of all gods, immortalized Orion by putting him in the sky and maybe to honor him. . . ."

Y/n then began to tell a story about the goddess Artemis and other gods she could remember. All the time, Wanda listened. Her eyes focused at the way the color of Y/n's eyes change when her gaze travelled between the witch and the sky.

Wanda suddenly found herself praying the human wouldn't let her hand go, skins molding as one as if Y/n was a part of her. And Y/n didn't let go the entire night they spent together.

Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into a month.

Both of them, unconscious of what the other was concerned, always looked forward to the end of the day, where they could spend time together talking about the moon and the stars and everything else. Even Pietro grew wary of this sudden change of behavior, wondering what his sister was up to.

And when Y/n thought about seeing Wanda during the day, she'd always stopped on her tracks because of the other man's presence. Vision.

Y/n needed reminding that Wanda wasn't a free soul. She was promised to be married to that awful man Y/n had only encountered seldom times.

Vision never apologized for his behavior. Y/n thought he should had been grateful at least for getting sanctuary when he needed it the most. What Y/n couldn't understand though was what Wanda had ever seen in that man.

Y/n had considered the possibility that Wanda could like a woman like her. But if that possibility didn't exist, she was sure there were other far better men than Vision out there in the world, better and worthy for someone like Wanda.

Most times, Y/n would understand. She'd tell herself that maybe underneath all those arrogance Vision was showing off, was a kindhearted sensible person only Wanda knew.

But one night, Y/n had enough. That night was the time Vision made fun of Bruce's hot cocoa, making the anger in the human's body boil, which brought her back to the present.

"This doesn't even taste that good," Vision said.

The scene made Y/n retire early for the night, not even waiting for supper.

The human was oblivious to Wanda waiting for almost an hour in their spot after dinner, wondering if Y/n forgot about their nightly rituals, if Y/n forgot about how they were going to talk more about Aurora Borealis.

The Aurora Borealis was the most beautiful thing Wanda had ever witnessed in her entire life. It only appeared during Winter. Green strings danced into the night sky, giving light and wonderful aura to everyone looking.

Wanda kept thinking about that night Y/n told her the beauty of it wouldn't compare to the green wonders found in the witch's eyes, making her blush the entire night even as they parted their separate ways.

When Wanda found out some time later, that Y/n had already gone to bed without even telling her, the witch cursed to the silent night and to the ugly sky above. Damn her heart for trusting humans!

 

BACK WERE the days the two had begun ignoring each other. It was only until they were sent to a mission together with Yelena and others, which was to meet with Steve, the leader of a neighboring camp bordering along the town of Wakanda where the latest attacks had happened, when Y/n and Wanda finally spoke a word to each other.

They met at one of the distinct taverns across town, one where Deviants seldom visited. It was a safe place for both normies and witches alike. But witches preferred to hide or pretend, just to avoid any casualties. The place was known to serve the best ale in town. The Avengers conducted some of their meetings in the place, known for its atmosphere of not minding every drinker's own business.

Steve also talked about the recent developments of the weapon they were making. Yelena took note of the chemicals to use. They even exchanged supplies under the table, slipping inside the satchel Yelena had beside her foot.

When the conversations turned to somewhat light, what with the amount of alcohol involved, they began talking about the female witches Steve and his team had rescued and how they were a master of seduction and love spells on certain nights. Yelena laughed at this, asking whether she could visit some time.

Wanda, on the other hand, was fuming, when Steve suggested to bring Y/n along with her too, for Y/n might find the women exhilarating and fun to be around with.

Y/n only shook her head, laughing, before turning to look at Wanda, who had not even touched her pint of ale.

"Do you want to drink something else?" Y/n asked, ignoring the ongoing conversations beside her.

"I'm fine. I don't drink intoxicating liquors," Wanda complained. "Need I also remind you that we shouldn't be even drinking right now."

"Wanda, relax. You deserve to have a little bit of fun. And their ale is the best, aged perfectly well," Y/n retorted. "A bit malty and strong but sweeter than lager—"

"I said I'm fine."

"Oooh, lovers' quarrel?" Yelena asked, hearing their heated exchanges. Y/n and Wanda only glared back at her.

"Did you know that ale is more flavorful than lager?" Y/n went on to convince the witch to start drinking. "They tend to be fruitier and aromatic, whereas lager is just plain and dry."

But the information only sent Wanda into spiral.

"Why can't you stop being a know-it-all?"

Yelena erupted in laughter, while Y/n scoffed. But they abruptly stopped talking when the conversation in front of them became louder.

"It's completely barbaric," the bartender, an old bald man with a protruding belly, said in a low yet noticeable voice. He placed the half-empty pint glass of ale hard on the table. "They capture and burn these innocent witches as if they're nothing. I know they're scum in the earth. But burning them until they turn to ashes is a bit beyond the works of the devil, don't you think?"

The other customers he was talking to in the tavern agreed in murmurs. Y/n turned to look at Wanda beside her, who was trembling in rage.

Wanda couldn't bear to listen anymore to the outrageous cruelty being done by Deviants to her own kind. Burning witches? What did they ever do to them? Why couldn't they accept witches as equals?

The witch's heart thudded so loud in her chest, heated blood surging through her veins as her mind almost lost it. No. She can't get out of control. No.

Her sight began to appear blurry; noises surrounding her echoed inside her head like low pitched maniacal sounds.

And then she could hear the helpless cries and agonies of those hunted, of her own kind, mercilessly tortured by heartless humans.

Help! They cried, children, women and wounded men. Wanda felt she'd explode any moment now as the screams grew louder.

And then it was gone all of a sudden. As if someone blew the flame of a lit candle. Wanda could see clearly again, the voices gone, replaced by the noise inside the tavern.

Wanda wondered what happened, as if someone miraculously performed a magic to calm down the wild beast in her. Then her eyes travelled to her lap, where a hand was enclosed hers. Y/n's hand.

Y/n gave her another squeeze before linking their fingers together. When she looked at Y/n, the human's eyes were filled with concern and sincerity that warmed the witch's heart. Relief flooded into Wanda, hoping it would be enough to keep her uncontrollable power at bay.

Wanda survived the entire night, listening to other updates that she couldn't bear to listen, trying to remember that they're good humans too. Not just the evil Deviants.

It was a hard task.

 

WHEN THEY got back to their camp, Y/n broke the silence. "Are you okay?"

Yelena had already left the two to give some of the supplies she received from Steve to Pepper.

Wanda shrugged her shoulders. "Why wouldn't I be? Witches around the world are being slaughtered every second."

"I'm sorry," Y/n said. She didn't know what to say to make the witch feel better.

"Why can't you save everybody?"

"Wanda—"

"Never mind," Wanda scoffed, walking past the human.

"Look, we're doing the best we can—"

The witch stopped as she turned back to face Y/n. "Well, it's not good enough! We shouldn't be even sleeping peacefully right now if witches out there won't witness another day in their lives."

Wanda broke into a sob. She was trying too hard to stay silent so as not to wake the sleeping campers, but she found it difficult to breathe without making a noise.

Y/n slowly approached her, wrapping her arms around the shivering body. The witch calmed down, letting herself be hugged as she buried her face into her chest.

"We're going to save them, Wanda," Y/n promised. "All of them. Day by day. I swear to you."

Eventually, Wanda's arms slithered around Y/n's body, underneath the coat the latter was wearing, feeling the human's heat as the source of life she needed to breath. The hug tightened. Wanda could hear Y/n's heartbeat, the sound calming the storm brewing inside of her.

"It will be okay," Y/n said. And Wanda believed her.

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[pxtitxrosx]

🎄❌️ (Roman)🔮🗡💞

IN CHARACTER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT QUESTIONS .

🎄 CHRISTMAS TREE — what is your favorite holiday and why?

Charlie LOVES Christmas more than any other holiday, more than her birthday, more than anything. She loves the lights, the sounds, the music, the trees and garlands, the candles, and the way the darkness is lit up from seemingly ever corner. It's a beautiful, happy, loving, holiday and it never fails to have her in the best of moods. It's also one of the few times of year she can manage to get JP smiling more often than not. (Probably due to her over abundance of baked goodies, that he has her best friend in the world always get first pick at). Decorating the Atrium and Rosie's for it was something she looked forward to every single year, generally taking over the supervision of the decorating and putting up of the tree with surprising seriousness. Some of the few times she's ever even been drunk is on champagne at the annual Wexley Christmas Parties.

❌ CROSS MARK — how would your life be different if Roman had never been in it? would it be better or worse?

I think... her life would have stayed the same as it was before she'd met him. Charlie had always been content being an old maid. To live, grow old, and die within the walls of the Wexley without complaint. The lack of romance was lonely sometimes, but after thirty years she'd come to terms with it, and it'd hardly even become a thing she'd thought about. She was happy to become as much a part of The Wexley as the old wallpaper on the third floor. I honestly think that's what would have happened to her had she never met, and fallen in love with Roman Drake at first sight. She'd have gone on believing she was too plain and boring, missing the signs of anyone flirting with her or having interest in her. She'd have worked at Rosie's until the day she passed away in her sleep of old age in the same apartment she'd spent her whole life in. Not a live any better or any worse, just a life lived quietly.

🔮 CRYSTAL BALL — what is a core memory from your childhood that you think defines you today?

When she was in middle school, one of the more popular boys had started to be her friend. Sitting with her in the school bus and studying with her study hall. Even in front of his friends he'd been kind to her, something that had meant a lot to her. Until, one day by the bleachers, she'd let him kiss her. Her first kiss. Her only kiss until Roman. Because the moment their lips touched the rest of his friends had burst out of seemingly nowhere, slapping money into his hand and congratulating him for winning some bet. To kiss a hundred girls that year, and she'd been the last on the list because she was the least kissable. Just there to put the final nail in it. She never told her brothers, she never told anyone. Not even when the bullying became relentless, and seemingly wherever she went. It was the first push for her and her agoraphobia as she started to leave the building less and less outside of school.

🗡️ DAGGER — what is something or someone you know you can't afford to lose? how far are you willing to go to make sure you don't lose it/them?

Her brothers. She'd give her life to make sure they were okay. Period. Full stop. She's always put them above herself, making sure they eat right and sleep right and take care of themselves. They're her entire world and without them, she isn't sure she could go on. The Winter spent without them was the hardest time of her life and had it not been for Roman being there to combat her loneliness, she might not have made it through.

💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — who and/or what are you most grateful for in your life?

Jeremiah. Charlie will forever and always be her eldest brother's biggest advocate. He raised them, support them and their grandparents when they were still alive. He kept their family together, made sure that Charlie never truly wanted for anything if he could help it, and he'd done it all starting as a pre-teen. She's truly awed by his strength and intelligence, and the big ol' beating heart he has behind his armour of spikes and stone. He's her hero, and that will never. ever. change.

@romanxdrake @jeremiah-rose @survivalxofxthexfittest

[secret-rendezvous1d]

Ohhhh what about Harry and missus getting mobbed while exiting a restaurant and paparazzi and fans get way to close and cause a panic attack for either Harry or his girlfriend?? Had one the other day while getting stuck in a mob of people and that wasn’t fuuun :((

please, him having a panic attack would be so :((((

"... it's okay..."

"... just breath, H..."

".. baby, you're okay..."

His vision was blurry and his hearing was distant and to him, as he sat in the back seat of black taxi-cab that was taking them back to their holiday home, everything and everyone felt like they were miles away. The lights of the passing restaurants were speckles in his eyesight, the sound of the engine being something he could only feel instead of hear, and the gentle squeezes that came from YN as she held his hand felt like they were feather-light and barely happening.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his throat feeling tight, and his lungs feeling like they were constricting and struggling to inhale every breath he needed. A burning sensation fuelling across his abdomen.

Their date night had been perfect.

Everything about it.

Italian food, Italian wine, an Italian sunset, a corduroy suit and a silk dress, dressed to the nines as they enjoyed the last night of their holiday on the Amalfi Coast together. A two-week long break that the two of them had been in desperate need of, finally having the time in their busy schedules to take time for themselves, catching up on all the things they'd missed in the months prior. All the sex, all the kisses, all the cuddles and all the time in the world to take in the other as they soaked up the sunshine, became sun-kissed and tanned, and relaxed to the max.

He was fine up until he stepped foot outside the restaurant.

His steps going wobbly, his eyes going fuzzy, his hands becoming moist and sweaty and his speech slowly quietening down as they slowly made their walk back to their apartment. Feet coming to a halt and catching YN by surprise as she came to a stop, feeling the tug of his hand as he pulled her back to him, eyes misty and enough to worry her as she took in his appearance. A taxi-cab passing by at the right moment, that stopped to help them out, which YN would forever be grateful for.

His mind was racing, his heart beating behind his ribs, because it had finally hit him - life was going back to normal at the end of a beautiful two weeks spent in Italy and he just wasn't ready for that. He wanted his life to slow down, just for a moment, so he could fully drink in the feeling of being a normal person with his girlfriend, being able to kiss her in the street and whisper niceties into her ears and let the inner teen, that he had never been able to be, escape from inside.

He just wanted to stay longer, be private for longer, have his girlfriend around for a little while longer.

"... you're okay. I've got you..."

The corners of his eyes were dribbling the softest tears and he wanted to wipe them but he just couldn't bring his arms up from beside him, his hands staying planted to the feel of his corduroy trousers upon his legs. Nails picking at the fabric as he tried to focus his attention on anything but the panic attack that seemingly consumed him in that moment.

"... it's okay..."

"I'm-" he gulps back a breath and his head rolls back against the headrest of the seat he's buckled into, "I'm sorry."

She gentle takes one of his hands from his lap and places it upon her own, the hem of her dress sliding up a little. The sudden contact of the skin of her leg touching his fingers made his attention drift from himself to her.

"You have nothing to apologise for, you silly goose. Okay? These things happen."

"I've never," he shook his head and cut his own sentence short, "I've not-"

"I know," she whispers, "it's okay." x

[aphrodisianbaby]

they say that long ago, before Prometheus's fire shone in the sun's absence, Helios left the side of man each night and fell into slumber beneath the waters of the sea. and when the night Mother took His place, cold grief wrapped the earth. the flowers hid and the animals disappeared, patiently awaiting their Father's return. all waking creatures followed in His footsteps—sleeping through Selene's darkness to dream of the mighty rays of life. when Eos came to give rise to the mighty sun, His tears of sorrow appeared on the grass and dripped from the highest trees. some say that He filled the streams and lakes as light spilled across the lands. the rise of Helios became a time of reunion known to mortals as mourning

this tale begins as Eos lifted Him from the sea once more. His tears swelled on the leaves and His rays called out to humanity. today, His children did not come. they hid within their homes, terrified of the malevolent whom took advantage of the night. the shadows wailed and writhed, keeping His humble children awake. now, they slept through the day in exhaustion.

devastated, Helios gazed upon His slumbering children, too tired to greet Him. each time He returned, the pastures remained unkept and the fields shriveled into dust. the day couldn't last forever, and humanity could not survive without cultivation under the sun. from divine kharis, He offered humans a hope to last through the night. as Helios fell from the sky, the last of His color collided with the frothing sea.

from the union of the radiant sun and the wine-dark ocean emerged a golden form. ripe from the sea foam and imbued with luminescence, it awoke the slumbering mortals. all who saw were beckoned by the flash, a beacon in the night, and crowded the shore where She lay. many names were uttered upon Her appearance—Amathousia, Anaduomenê, Melainis, Kallipugos, Ourania—as She lie in the sand with wafting waves kissing Her cheeks

Aphrodite, She called Herself—radiant divinity within mortal form. a Goddess given life from the love between the mortal and immortal. from Her kiss came the fertility of the sun and from Her skin the iridescence of the sea shone. Her touch harbored the purest of love while Her laughter was as contagious as the plague. She roamed the night, watching over the mortals whom Her father adored so dearly. She protected them in His absence, taught them the gifts He could not sew from afar. as Her story spread, She was beloved by all. Pandemos Aphrodite, She who loved the poorest of men and saved the most desperate souls

after many years, Her knees had became too brittle to travel and Her senses dulled with age. still, the masses lovingly stayed by Her side. when it came time for Her mortal form to expire, humanity fell to their knees and begged Helios to save Her. even so, Aphrodite was not afraid to die. She eased their weary minds, for even if She could not be with them anymore, She would live on within their hearts. Helios heard the cries of His people and extended down His hand, grateful to the Goddess. in a moment of excellence, a golden flash appeared, pulling Her soul from the jaws of Psychopompus

they say that Aphrodite did not die that day. though Her body had disappeared and Her light did not illuminate the night anymore, Her existence was poured into every living being. humanity did not weep at their loss. instead, they danced, kissed, and drank together. their hearts were full and their minds were clear, for glorious Aphrodite would never leave their side

— "The Birth of Aphrodite" Dionysianfreak, 2023

I started this story a long time ago, I'm so glad it's finally done ! I've wanted to write my own myths for a long time as I personally view them more as devotional stories that reflect personal associations and experiences.

this myth is a retelling of Aphrodite's birth. it's based on my upg that sunsets on the ocean are one of Aphrodite's most sacred places. this is because I see it as the union between the heavens and the sea, Aphrodite's abodes. i also wanted it to revolve around love that wasn't inherently romantic or sexual, but the pure love between the Divine and humanity. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it won't be my last <3

Khaire Aphrodite 🐚🫀✨🌹🌠

[mrsreginagold]

Fic: My Appetite You Feed

Fandom: Nikita 

Pairing: Ari Tasarov x Nikita Mears (Nikari)

Rating: R

Spoilers: Canon Divergent AU, set after “The Life We’ve Chosen.” A companion piece to Stay Here In Your Arms Forever.

Summary: Nikita and Ari have been experiencing intense dreams about each other. It’s time to figure out what to do about it. 

Author's Note: Ordinarily I keep all my one shots separate, but this is a direct sequel to a previous work. However: it's not required to read the first story. Like all my Nikari pieces, this can be viewed as a stand-alone. Once again my romantic tendencies got the better of me, but I somehow doubt that the muses minded.

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My Appetite You Feed

                  She woke with the sharp cry of his name, clutching the bedsheets tightly enough to rip them. 

                  Nikita Mears panted harshly, her entire body tingling with want thanks to the dream she had just experienced.

                  She wished she knew exactly what was causing them, as they had begun not long after her return from the successful mission in South Ossetia. Returning with an alive, grateful Ari Tasarov had resulted in him fully defecting and becoming a member of Division.

  He had also become her partner both professionally and romantically and was the main subject of the intensely erotic imaginings that plagued her. 

                  With an exasperated sigh, the pretty, dark-haired agent flung back the covers and then rapidly removed her sleepwear. After a few steadying breaths, she trailed one hand down along her overly sensitized skin. With some precise touches – she could relieve the tension that had built up. 

                  It never took long. All that was required was to focus on picturing his elegant, handsome features and lean, nicely toned body. She had gotten a decent view of how he looked without his shirt thanks to his determination to take care of a bullet wound that she’d received, as he had removed the garment in order to make bandages. 

                  It was simple enough to create a clear image in her mind, her current dilemma abating with each deliberate ministration. 

                  In her imagination, Ari loomed close, those stunning blue eyes boring into her own while she thought of his hands brushing along her exposed form. It was the finer details that she latched onto – that playful sparkle in the cobalt-colored depths, the way his resonant baritone sounded when he murmured her name, and the dimple that flashed when his soft lips curved into a knowing smile. 

                  She recalled just how good that mouth felt when it was preoccupied with hers. How she wished he would explore the rest of her with such skill. 

                  Not long after she found a much-needed release, the guilt began to swim. 

                  Things were in a really great place with her love, and the last thing they needed as a new couple was this odd complication. 

                  After all: wasn’t it more common to fantasize about the object of one’s affection before they became an item?

                  Initially, she had suspected that the bullet itself had been laced with some kind of toxin. She certainly would not have been surprised if Amanda Collins had done such a thing, however: all the tests on it and her blood had come back entirely normal. 

                  With little in the way of answers, it left her at a loss. The last thing she wanted was to derail her relationship – but she also suspected that while Ari wouldn’t mind if she just jumped him in a Division corridor, he would wonder what the reason was. 

                  She needed to have a talk with her lover. 

                  Another sigh — this one beleaguered – emerged from the lovely former assassin when she rolled out of the confines of her bed and made her way to the bathroom. 

                  After a shower to both clean up and relax, Nikita emerged from the steam and wrapped herself in a fluffy, white towel. 

                  The irony of such a virginal color after what she had engaged in that morning was not lost on her and she shook her head before wandering into the walk-in closet to pick out something to wear. 

                  She pulled on some black lace lingerie first, and then settled on a sweater dress in a shade of cerulean that she knew complimented Ari’s eyes, which she paired with dark grey leggings. 

                  She tied her hair back in a low ponytail, and then applied her makeup, opting for neutral shades for her eyes and a soft pink for her lips. 

                  Satisfied with her appearance, she tugged on her favorite black boots and an overcoat to battle the winter air, and then finally exited her apartment, purse shouldered securely. 

                  As she made her way up the hall, the door to another apartment only a couple of doors down opened. 

                  Ari Tasarov, impeccable in a finely tailored suit, fell into step beside her. “Good morning.”

                  His alluring voice washed over her, immediately causing warmth to pool at her core.

                  She swallowed and did her best to remain steady on her feet. “Morning. Sleep well?”

                  “Quite.” The smile that crossed his lips was mildly secretive, which made her curiosity pique, but she didn’t question him further.

                  They continued towards the elevators at the end of the hallway, chatting quietly. 

                  It was once they were safely inside and descending to the lobby that the mood finally shifted.

                  Without warning, Nikita found herself trapped between the guard rail and her lover’s taller form, his lips seeking hers in a passion-filled kiss to properly greet her. 

                  She melted in Ari’s embrace, curling her arms around his neck and returning the affection as eagerly as he gave it. 

                  One hand swept over the small of her back, tugging her further into him as they nipped and teased at one another. 

                  She parted for air first, certain her features were flushed and that she’d have to redo her lip color before they went into the office. “What was that for?”

                  “For visiting my dreams last night,” he caressed lightly over the curve of her jaw. 

                  She lifted a finely groomed eyebrow. Was it possible that he was experiencing the same strange phenomenon? 

                  “And what was I doing, exactly?”

                  He chuckled, daring a brief nuzzle. “Nothing unpleasant, my love. You just happened to be there.”

                  “Well now I need to know,” she drew him close into the circle of her arms.

                  He grinned then, which was outright criminal. 

                  She was about to prod him further when the doors to the elevator opened. 

                  She narrowed her eyes. “We’re continuing this conversation later.”

                  “Of course,” he drew her hand up to his lips and pressed a feathery kiss to her knuckles, and then escorted her out into the day. 

                  

Unfortunately, various meetings kept Nikita busy well into the afternoon. 

                  When she was finally able to take a break for lunch, she immediately headed for what served as Division’s library, where Ari often spent his free time researching. 

                  The operative hurried along the corridor, utterly consumed with the urge to see the man that she loved. She was so unaware of her surroundings that it nearly caused her to collide with her good friend, Alexandra Udinov.

                  “Whoa, Nikita, where’s the fire?” her former protégé joked, catching her arm with one hand to keep her from stumbling.

                  “Sorry, Alex, I wasn’t really watching where I was going. You haven’t happened to see if Ari’s around?”

                  “I believe he’s finishing up a meeting with Ryan.”

                  “Oh. I guess I’ll go wait.”

                  The dejected look that crossed Nikita’s face caused Alex to tilt her head curiously. “Is everything all right?”

                  “Everything’s fine, I just, you know, need to talk to him.”

                  “About?”

                  “…stuff.”

                  Her friend folded her arms over her chest, arching her eyebrows skeptically. “Job stuff or relationship stuff?”

                  Nikita shuffled from one foot to the other, her features coloring considerably, which gave her companion the answer. 

                  “Nik, I might be crossing a boundary here but, I have to ask. Is everything okay with the two of you?”

                  “Of course everything’s okay. Why wouldn’t it be okay?  It’s not like I’m having sexual dreams about him every night that result in bringing myself to orgasm on my own in the morning instead of going to him instead, I mean that would be ridiculous.” She clamped one hand over her mouth, her face aflame. The words had just come tumbling out before she could stop them. 

                  “That’s both graphic and oddly specific,” Alex bit back a chuckle. “So, dreams?”

                  “Intense, erotic dreams that I don’t want to wake up from,” now that the truth was revealed, Nikita slumped against the nearest surface, which happened to be a wall. 

                  “You should tell him. He’ll be flattered and will probably want to cater to your every whim.”

                  “That’s just it, Alex! I love Ari so much, and I don’t want to wreck the good thing we have going. We’ve been taking it slow, waiting for the right moment to take things to the next level.  The last thing I need is him thinking that I’m some kind of sex maniac because I’m not. But every time I close my eyes, all I see and feel and want is him. And what if…” she trailed off, her expression downcast. “What if after we finally consummate, he’s no longer interested?”

                  “Again, you should be telling him this, but one thing has been painfully clear since the two of you got together. Ari adores you. If all he wanted was something physical, it would have happened already.”

                  “You think so?”

                  “I don’t think. I know. Nikita: every time I see you lately, you’re glowing, and it’s because of that man. No one, not even Michael, has gotten this kind of reaction from you. And what’s more, I’m sure Ari’s aware of this too.”

                  “So you’re basically saying I should talk to my boyfriend and then drag him to bed to get all this sorted?”

                  Alex snorted in laughter. “Yes to the first part, but I think that second bit is your own frustration at work.”

                  “Fair point,” Nikita took a gulp of air and then straightened her posture. “Well then; wish me luck.”

                  “Good luck.” Her fellow agent patted her on the arm and then headed down the hall in the opposite direction. 

                  Nikita inhaled once more, this time to steel herself, and took the path that led to her boss’s office. 

                  The object of her affection stepped out into the hallway just as she arrived, which saved her the trouble of having to wait for him.

                  Her heart flipped happily upon seeing him. “Hey. I was looking for you. Alex said you were in a meeting?”

                  “I was just on my way to you, actually. There’s been some news,” Ari linked their arms together and began to escort her down the corridor. 

                  “Good news or bad?”

                  “A mix of both,” he admitted, which explained the partially solemn expression on his attractive features. “Mr. Fletcher is sending me out on a solo assignment. The fact that he’s doing so means that I’ve earned some trust around here, that’s the good part.”

                  “And the bad?” she pressed gently. She knew how hard her partner had been working to become a reliable member of the team, and she was glad for him in that respect.

                  “The bad is that I’ll be leaving next Monday, and I don’t fully know how long I’ll be away,” he confessed, turning so that they were facing each other. “I know it’s not the greatest timing, but I asked for a long weekend for the two of us. I figured there’s some things we need to discuss.”

                  She adjusted his tie. “You figured correctly. How long of a weekend are we talking about?”

                  “We can head out now, actually.” He curled his arms around her waist and touched their foreheads together.

                  “It’s Tuesday afternoon.”

                  “Yes. Almost six whole days where it’ll be just the two of us.” He promised, ducking his head to press a light kiss to her lips. 

                  “Mmm. I can think of plenty of things to keep us occupied. And to be fair: we do deserve a break, don’t you think? It’s been hectic since we returned, and we’ve never really had a chance to…connect properly. There’s something important I need to talk to you about as it is.”

                  “I have something important to tell you too,” he reached around her to twist the knob of the door that was directly behind them and then backed her inside. 

                  “Ari this is a supply closet.”

                  “Well aware,” she could detect a hint of gravel in the already low register of his tone, which sent a pleasant shiver coursing up her spine. “But I couldn’t wait any longer to do this.”

                  Ordinarily, he was careful when he kissed her, preferring to hold her against him as if she was something delicate that could shatter in his grasp. 

                  This time, however, it was as if something primal had been unleashed. 

                  Nikita gasped against Ari’s mouth when he lifted her effortlessly to shove her between the nearest surface and his solid body. 

                  Something dug into her shoulder, but she paid it little mind, circling her legs around his waist to anchor them together and give in to the wild embrace that escalated. 

                  With one arm draped securely over his neck, she daringly moved her free hand slowly down his chest while he bit insistently at her lips, pausing right over his heart to gauge just how rapidly it was beating. 

                  She was certain her own was a hurried staccato that matched and dug her fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt, her head tilting back when his mouth strayed to traverse along her neck. 

                  Molten heat gathered right below her stomach as his tongue darted out and laved at the hollow of her throat, a strangled cry emerging when he veered to the left and sunk his teeth into her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. 

                  “Did you just –

                  He didn’t let her finish the sentence, his mouth seeking and practically devouring hers this time. 

                  The embrace continued to grow in passion while they pressed close together, causing absolutely delicious friction in spite of being fully clothed. 

                  She could tell how affected he was by her, which made her grateful for the privacy because she was seconds away from bypassing layers and having her way with him right there. 

                  He seemed to sense this, and abruptly pinned both of her hands over her head, tugging away reluctantly from the kiss. “Don’t get upset, but we’re going to have to wait a little longer. I know I instigated it, but I want to take my time somewhere more comfortable.”

                  “Why did you think I’d be upset?” she stared up at him, breathing heavily.

                  Ari eyed her seriously and let go of her hands. “Why wouldn’t you be when we got so worked up?”

                  “That’s true, but in this instance I happen to agree with you,” she traced a pattern over the slope of his shoulder. “And this isn’t exactly the most romantic spot in the world.”

                  He chuckled. “It isn’t. But I simply couldn’t wait to kiss you. In fact: I’ve been craving it since this morning.”

                  “You too?” she joked, nuzzling against him. 

                  “Can you blame me? It was a great kiss in that elevator.” He laughed earnestly and nuzzled back, content to hold her as they both caught their breath properly. 

                  “So was the one we just had,” she murmured, touching her lips to the freckle on his nose. She wanted to spend hours exploring him and revel in the simple intimacy that quiet moments alone gave the two of them. 

                  He sighed, his eyes fluttering shut, and allowed her to express her devotion for a few seconds more. “We should get going. I don’t want any of our free time wasted.”

                  “Then take me home,” she whispered, daring a nibble at his earlobe. 

He caught her mouth in a relatively chaste kiss so that they could finally make their exit mere moments after. 

                  As Nikita didn’t specify what she had meant by “home,” it was a toss of a coin to decide which apartment they would begin their mini vacation at.

                  Ari won, so the couple headed to his place, and she was quick to notice that he was in very bright spirits. “Why do I get the feeling that you have something planned?”

                  “Whatever gave you that idea?” He smirked, startling her further when he scooped her up so he could bridal carry her. 

                  Though she yelped in surprise, she didn’t hesitate to hook her arms around his neck. “You didn’t answer the question.”

                  “I don’t have to. See for yourself,” he gave the front door a kick once it was unlocked and carted her inside. 

                  She stared, entirely in awe of the scene in front of her. 

                  Somehow, he had created the perfect romantic space for the two of them. 

                  Plentiful rose petals in shades of crimson, pale pink, and white formed a path towards the bedroom. Sheer curtains covered the large windows, allowing the natural light that poured in to generate a warm glow. The couch that took up a corner now had several comfortable-looking throw pillows of various sizes, and a huge plush blanket was draped over the back. 

                  There was a vase containing more roses set upon the coffee table across from the television, and an open record player, already prepped with a vinyl. 

                  “Ari…when did you have time to do this?”

                  “I’ve been working on it here and there,” he admitted, setting her on her feet and then removing her overcoat. He took that and her purse to hang up while she removed her boots. 

                  Cautiously, Nikita stepped forward, not wanting to disrupt all his handiwork. She bypassed the rose petal trail and instead tip-toed to inspect what record they would be listening to. 

                  Soft footfalls alerted her to Ari’s presence right before his arms passed around her waist. He pulled her back against his chest and nuzzled at her shoulder. “Does it meet your expectations?”

                  “It exceeds them,” she sighed quietly and turned her head so they could share a sweet kiss, her hand sliding up his neck to toy with his hair. In the time since he had joined Division he had begun to grow it out, and she enjoyed messing with the longer strands at the base of his nape. 

                  Like clockwork, when her fingers brushed over the sensitive skin there, a low moan emerged from her beloved. Ever since the removal of his kill chip, that area was especially reactive, and she grinned when he automatically dragged her closer. 

                  They continued their embrace for a few more moments, until Nikita twisted around so that she was facing Ari, and he could draw her flush against him, the pair teasing at each other’s mouths until they had to part for air. 

                  “You’re making it quite difficult to have a discussion,” he muttered. 

                  “Sorry,” she grinned, not remotely meaning it. “Am I a distraction?”

                  “You know exactly what you are doing, Nikita,” he punctuated the syllables of her name lightheartedly, dropping a kiss to her forehead before moving away briefly so he could start up the record. 

                  A romantic ballad began, and he offered her a bow. “Will you join me in a dance, my love?”

                  “You know you never have to ask,” she gladly accepted his hand when he held it out. 

                  They swayed with the music. While she had been trained in the basics of dance, he was more accomplished and naturally graceful. Yet – he never once had made her feel inferior about it. As a result, she loved it when he would twirl her around, whether it was at a fancy gathering or merely through her kitchen. 

                  With a content sound, she rested her head on his chest while they created a winding path through the rose petals on the floor. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

                  “My dreams, actually. Specifically: the ones I’ve been having about you.”

                  Her eyes flew open, color blossoming on her cheeks. “In the interest of transparency, I need to tell you that I’ve also been dreaming about you. Constantly.”

                  He cupped her chin and tipped it up, so they were gazing into each other’s eyes. “I have a feeling these dreams may be connected.”

                  “I’m not sure about that, unless yours have been as sexual as mine.” She mumbled.

                  “Darling, I’m pretty sure we’re projecting.”

                  “What do you mean?”

                  He sighed, his shoulders dropping. “When you traded me for Alex, Amanda had me rendered unconscious for a short time. After we came back to Division and I had that kill chip removed, I had them draw my blood to check for anything that she might have had me injected with.”

                  “I had my blood checked too, because of that bullet. It all came back clean.”

                  “As did mine, but there was an elevation in pheromones. I wasn’t even aware she’d been experimenting with them.”

                  “I wouldn’t put anything past that woman, but that doesn’t explain why either of us would start having those kind of dreams.”

                  “I’m fairly sure that it’s my fault.”

                  “What? Why?”

                  “Because I couldn’t resist kissing you that night in the truck. Once I had a taste it was like I wanted to drown in you,” The guilt on his attractive face made her heart drop. “Nikita, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to rush you –”

                  She shushed him by placing her hand over his mouth. “Ari, what makes you think you have anything to be sorry for? You didn’t know what she had done, and you sure as hell had no idea what it would result in.”

                  He twined their fingers together, his eyes flashing defiantly. “If there’s one thing I’m certain of, it’s my feelings for you. Nothing about that was a result of what she did to me, and they began long before things changed between us, but it’s also why I’ve delayed us being intimate. I keep on worrying that once we give in…”

                  “That we’ll grow tired of each other?” she finished.

                  He nodded. 

                  “It’s crossed my mind too,” she squeezed at his hands reassuringly. “But Alex reminded me of something today.”

                  His brow furrowed in confusion. “You talked to Alex about this?”

                  “More like blurted it out. It wasn’t on purpose,” she shook her head. “Anyway – it reminded me that we needed to face this together, and keeping the dreams a secret wasn’t going to accomplish a thing. So: maybe we just jump in, see where this leads, and stop overthinking.”

                  “Is that what you want? Truly?” 

                  She grasped at his sleeves and yanked him towards her, so they could nuzzle each other. “Yes. Make love to me.”

                  No further coaxing was needed. He gathered her against him, captured her mouth in a fervent kiss, and then steered her towards his bedroom. 

                  Her dress and leggings formed a quick pile on the floor, followed by his suit coat, button-down shirt, and slacks. 

                  She pulled away to catch her breath and toy with the hem to thin tee he still had on, prompting him to raise his arms so she could peel it over his head. 

                  She raked her gaze slowly across his exposed torso, appreciating the lean, yet perfectly sculpted tone now bared to her. 

                  It certainly didn’t hurt matters that his broad chest was rising and falling steadily with each breath that he took, painting a sensual picture that she tucked away in the back of her mind. 

                  She took a step forward, dragging her nails tantalizingly through the hair that dusted his skin, before drifting her hand down to trace around the waistline to his boxers.

                  Their gazes met, her eyes begging permission that he willingly gave and within seconds she had him completely naked. 

                  Before she could even the odds, however, he stopped her. “Wait.”

                  “Why?”

She merely received a mysterious smile. 

                  Without another word, Ari dipped his head and kissed her chest through the lace still covering her, her heart racing when his attentions turned zealous. 

                  Nikita hissed sharply, her body arcing directly into his touch as searing warmth flooded her core.

                  Reaching back, she blindly unhooked her bra and hastily freed herself so she could guide him back to her uncovered breasts. 

                  He took his time, devoting attention first to one, then the other, with what became almost agonizing pleasure. 

                  Another provocative bite was bestowed which caused her knees to buckle, though he caught her immediately after.

                  She was fully nude before they crashed back on the bed and his hungry kisses moved down along her body, only increasing the liquid heat that had rushed to her center.

                  He peered up at her, his eyes glinting dangerously with a promise of what was about to occur. 

                  “I swear Ari if you don’t –

                  Her head fell back when her words were cut off and a strangled gasp emerged instead. She was entirely at his mercy while he worked utter magic with his hands and tongue. 

                  The dreams had nothing on the real thing. She became lost to sensation, her vision swimming while he continued in his task, his name falling from her lips as a repeated mantra. 

                  She had never imagined that he would be quite so attentive, and if his goal was to ruin her for all others – he had accomplished that in spades. 

                  Only after she had reached completion twice over did he let up. She fell back against the nest of blankets, breathing heavily and flinging her arms up over her head. 

She watched him as he crawled back over her, a content smile crossing her lips when he started pressing firefly kisses all over her skin. He paused in his trek to devote particular attention to the bite mark he’d made earlier that day, and then settled comfortably against her. 

                  Silently, she traced a pattern over his shoulder, grateful for a chance to regain some of her composure and bask in the familiarity of them simply lying together. 

                  His mouth grazed lightly along hers before he stole her breath yet again. 

Nikita draped her arms around Ari’s neck and returned the embrace, sliding one long leg against his and hooking it over his waist. With a deft movement, she turned the tides so she could be the one on top. 

There was a low, rumbling chuckle from her bed mate. “Eager, are we?”

                  “Hey, you started this,” she reminded him, taking a moment to admire what lay before her properly. 

                  And what a work of art he was, all elegant lines and chiseled tone in just the right places. 

                  The truth was: she had never wanted another as much as she did currently. Letting him know this was her next course of action. 

Determined, she leaned in to kiss him lovingly before setting to task. 

                  She bit suggestively at his earlobe, tracking nonsensical patterns wherever she could reach, which elicited a low, almost inhuman growl from the man in her grasp when she lingered at his abdomen.

                  She smirked, satisfied at the reaction, and resumed the journey with her mouth, drifting along his clavicle before coasting lower. 

                   His hands threaded into her hair to keep her steady while she explored, uttering partially coherent phrases in his native tongue the more avid her attentions grew.

                  Nikita grinned, enjoying the rush of power.

Ari gripped tightly at the pillow, his head tipping back to expose the elegant column of his throat and his pulse turning erratic the further she wore on – until he eventually let go entirely. 

It was understandable that he needed a short break to recover, and she didn’t mind in the slightest as it resulted in them cuddling together under the sheets. 

Nikita curled as close as possible, drawing a heart right over Ari’s before stroking absentmindedly at his skin. 

She felt her lover shift, the motion languid and belying his exhaustion, his lips ghosting over her temple right before he murmured: “Just a few more minutes, I promise.”

                  “Take your time,” she insisted, kissing his throat, and going back to trailing patterns through his chest hair. 

                  One hand moved up to clasp around hers, halting the motion. “I will, but only if you stop that.”

                  She blinked as a realization hit. Of all the possibilities she had entertained about him, being ticklish had not been on the list. 

                  His expression turned alarmed when he saw a very mischievous smirk cross her face. “Oh no. Nikita–

                  She pounced, not allowing him a chance to protest further, attacking right under his ribs. 

                  The rich, warm laughter that emerged was worth making him squirm, and she rewarded him not long after with an affectionate embrace to make up for it. 

                  “I hope you realize that there’s going to be payback for that later,” he turned, trapping her under him and surging forward for another kiss, which she happily gave. 

                  “I expect no less,” she caressed along his shoulder blades and hooked one leg over his, sufficiently tangling the blankets around them further in the process. 

                  Truthfully, she didn’t think it was possible for him to look more alluring than at that moment – with his hair tousled to perfection and the vast sea of his gaze glittering with tender emotions that were directly solely at her.

                  It certainly didn’t hurt that he was naked and in her arms either, but that was beside the point. What mattered was the fact that, for all intent and purpose: this gorgeous man was hers and hers alone.

                  It was clear that the feeling was very much mutual when his mouth became preoccupied with hers and limbs entwined naturally. Finally – their time had arrived. 

                  Still, she could feel him hesitate, and it caused her to part with him long enough to ask if all was well. 

                  “Everything’s fine. It’s just that after this, there’s no going back.” He sighed, rubbing at her arms soothingly in reassurance, though whether that was more for him or for her was the question. 

                  “If it helps, I’m a little scared too,” she admitted. “I mean, I’ve dreamt of this exact moment for a while now.”

                  He rested his forehead against hers. “I only hope I can meet whatever expectations you’ve set.”

                  “I think you’ve done a pretty great job so far,” she knew she needed to give him that extra push, so she rotated her hips invitingly. 

                  The effect was instantaneous, those stunning eyes meeting her own in silent question, which was answered by him joining them moments later. 

                  She gasped, her grip on his back tightening a fraction. It felt so right to be one with him, their bodies molding together as though they’d been made for such a thing. 

                  He started them off with an even pace, allowing her time to adjust to the sensation of being connected. 

                  Touched by his consideration, she reached up to sweep loose strands of hair away from his eyes, murmuring encouragement so he would go faster. 

                  Their lovemaking transformed into an intricate dance – Nikita meeting Ari’s precise movements with her own, the pair meeting repeatedly in feverish kisses that mirrored the tangle of their bodies. 

                  She cried out when he shifted and changed his angle, their motions losing grace and giving way to raw, unadulterated passion. Her nails dug into his skin hard enough to leave marks, and the next thing either one of them knew: they reached their pinnacle in unison. After that, all that was left was to fall. 

                  “What I really want to know is: what the hell was Amanda trying to do?” Nikita muttered, thoroughly wiped out, hours later after she and Ari had engaged in multiple rounds. “Clearly if she was attempting to pull us apart, she failed spectacularly.”

                  “I don’t think she anticipated that my feelings for you would be reciprocated,” he trailed one hand gradually across her hip, content for the moment to just lie there and exist. 

                  She peered up at him from where her head was pillowed comfortably on his chest. “It still doesn’t explain it.”

                  “Nikita…”

                  “What? Like you don’t want answers?”

                  “Of course I do, but not right this second,” he chuckled, continuing to stroke lazily at her skin. “Besides, that’s part of why I’m going on this mission. To find answers about what kind of experiments she was doing.”

                  She exhaled quietly and let her fingers dance along his torso. “I should be going with you. What if you run into her? You really think she wouldn’t take the chance to finish the job and kill you properly?”

                  The despair in her tone was enough for him to twist and pin her beneath him, his mouth coaxing at hers and his hands creating paths that she hoped he would discover with his lips later. “You’d just distract me from getting any work done, and you know it. That’s why we’re taking this weekend – to get all of this out of our systems. But if it stops you worrying, I’m not planning on going alone. Mr. Elliot is accompanying me.”

                  “Owen is? When did the two of you stop wanting to kill each other?”

                  “Turns out that we share a fondness for the same woman.”

                  “Oh.”

                  He simply smiled and kissed her lovingly. “In the meantime, I think we could do with some food.”

                  “Ari Tasarov, if you dare leave this bed –

                  “I’ll order take-out.”

                  “…that’s fine.” 

The End

[cybercookiepainteralmond]

Miraculous undead

A scream rings out, she feels an agonizing pain in her throat as the splash of blood falls down her mouth, her eyes open from the nightmare of the night she became a Marinette wakes to yet another day of her "life" as she dresses in a blue turtleneck, purple jeans and brown boots and gloves, she puts on a red scarf and a motorcycle helmet before grabbing her bag and heading downstairs. She passed her parents Sabine Cheng and Tom Dupain, who give her a hug as Sabine says

"Marinette, are you sure you still want to go to school?"

And Tom adds in "We can try to homeschool you if you'd like."

The concern in their voices obvious as they clearly just want to make sure she's doing ok after the incident last month.

"Mamman I'm going to be fine, Chloe's been a good help, and if things get too much she'll be there to stop me."

Marinette says with a voice that says she's clearly anxious but is trying to do something to manage it .

She walks to school, trying to make sure she doesn't draw attention as she sees an old man in a Hawaiian shirt about to get hit by a car, she rushes to help him using an unnatural speed, her helmet lost as her skin starts to burst and she screams in pain, quickly getting into the shade and making her way to school that way after making sure the old man was safe. Her rather roundabout route means that once she gets to school she's late for class and rushes only to find that the seat next to Chloe that the two had planned for her is reserved for someone else, she's forced to sit next to the new girl who introduces herself as Alya and comments

"You look kinda pale, are you sick?"

With an obvious curiosity that Marinette isn't sure she likes being so close to someone who doesn't realize how dangerous she is as Alya notices how cold her skin is and Chloe thankfully butts in and says

"Hey new girl! Buzz off!"

And Marinette is forever grateful for the intervention as the teacher finally arrives. She introduced herself as Mdme. Bustier and gives a wary look to Marinette, clearly she knows about her condition. The next few hours pass as a normal school day might, Chloe laments that Marinette couldn't meet someone named Adrien who's supposedly her childhood best friend. Marinette is barely paying attention as her hunger is getting harder to ignore, Chloe notices and asks

"Need help with it?"

While rolling her sleeve back, the burning agony of hunger causing Marinette to briefly bare her fangs before pulling Chloe's wrist to her mouth and biting down, drinking the blood that wells up to the surface until Chloe manages to get her attention to stop her from taking too much. Marinette looks away shamefully as she gently wipes a little blood from her lip, Chloe applying a bandage to her own wrist to prevent bleeding out as she says

"You don't need to apologize, I'm volunteering because I genuinely want to help."

They hear a gasp as the two realize that Alya had seen this and instantly tries forcing questions about being a vampire on Marinette, who clearly doesn't want to talk about it. Thankfully they're saved from that problem as a giant stone Goliath attacks the school and they run, Chloe dropping Marinette off at her home after lending a hoodie to protect her from the sun. Once Marinette is home she heads to her room, thankful that she convinced her parents that painting her windows was a much cheaper option than digging a basement. Once she takes in the sight of a strange box on her desk, she opens it to find a pair of earrings that once she touches out pops a humanoid little bug plushie looking thing that says

"Hi"

and Marinette can't help but hiss in fear, before shouting

"What are you!?"

In terror, the bug thing says

"Names Tikki, I'm your kwami little vamp. I give the power of creation through those earrings."

Marinette just stays quiet for a minute while she processes what she was told, she's surprisingly taking it well while Tikki asks

"Are the humans downstairs your familiars or something?"

To which Marinette quickly denies and says

"Those are my parents!"

While absolutely horrified by the implications of Tikki's question Tikki quickly asks

"Like a cover family or?"

And Marinette just says

"Parents, parents, I'm 14"

and Tikki asks

"How long?"

Having understood what happened before saying

"You know what, doesn't matter right now, we need to team up with the holder of the black cat ring and stop that stone villain."

As Marinette starts denying it Tikki says

"We can argue about this later, right now we have a job to do, just say 'Spots on' to transform, I'll give you an outfit to protect you from the sun"

"Spots on"

To be continued

Next

[enzomorales]

tw: adoption, tw: foster care, tw: teen pregnancy

Enzo Raymond Morales was born on April 26th in 1984. At least that's what he's been told all his life. You see, Enzo honestly had no idea if that was even his real name. He had grew up within the foster system. The thirty-seven year old was placed in the system the moment he was taken away from his birth mother's arms. Because of this, Enzo grew up tough. He grew up in Manhattan, New York and had to learn how to fight and stay strong. He learned how to take care of himself.

The social worker named Robin who had taken care of him all his childhood, they had formed a special bond since day one, and if you tried to argue then you'd be wrong since Enzo considered Robin to be his "mother." He wasn't the best in school, always getting into fights and getting into trouble but Robin still stuck by him. She made sure he succeeded and even though the man didn't get straight A's he got some good B's and C's. Though he was a loner, always have been and probably always will be. Enzo kept to himself, he found that he really loved fixing things. Anything with his hands. If something was broken, then Enzo would fix it. It was a hobby that he had picked up and was quite good at it.

It was mostly cars. While fixing cars Enzo was able to get his hands dirty. He was able to get distracted. Distracted from love, but that was far from the truth. At just sixteen years old, when things were going good for a bit, he had met and fallen in love with someone named Olivia Wells. They were mad for each other, and Robin tried to advise him against it, considering they were going too fast but Enzo didn't care. He was happy. For the first time in his life, Enzo was happy. He and Olivia were together for a few years, but at seventeen she found out she was pregnant. Enz had gotten her pregnant. Terrified and broke, he supported her with whatever she choose. They eventually broke up and Enzo slipped up again. Getting into fights, getting into trouble. However, Robin made him go straight to work. She made him fall in love with fixing cars again and getting his hands dirty. After high school, and after his situation with Olivia, it was straight to work for him. Enzo went to work in a shop fixing up cars and bikes and any other motor vehicle. He loved it honestly, and it paid enough for him to save up but not just enough to rent his own place so he would always crash at Robin's.

However, Enzo took up a second job which was bar tending and he thoroughly enjoyed it. That finally did it and Enzo put his first down payment on a place in Brooklyn, New York. Though nights were lonely and he filled that loneliness with different girls throughout the week, women he's flirted with at the bar he was working at. No one ever really stuck. That was until he had met one girl, one girl whom he tried so hard not to fall in love with. They were usually one night stands with the women he's slept with throughout the years and throughout his time in Brooklyn, but this women? No. She was it for him and he knew it and it terrified him. He was ready to propose and though before he could pop the question, the women disappeared.

Enzo was devastated honestly and he realized that he wasn't cut out to be committed or tied down to just one person. So, in order to clear his mind the man took a vacation for first time in his life. For some reason that spot was Massachuettes and Enzo found Ashford and has never left. Ashford soon became home. Still a loaner, the man opened up his own sop called Morales' Body & Co, and continues to bar tend on the side in town. Enzo has been here for five years. He still keeps in touch with Robin, and is forever grateful for her and her husband Chip who has helped him along the way. He has no interest in finding out about his biological parents.

[pearlcure]

@captivemuses ; " i could think of no one else better suited to travel alongside to fontaine. i may be unsure of what awaits, but know this.. i will protect you at all costs if we are forced ashore." her hand gently rests upon his own, reassuring that her skills within the waters are prepared for whatever is thrown in their path. if her reports were correct, these ruins were in dire need of the touch of the priestess. at first she was uncertain about approaching the distant hydro nation with the harrowing end of focalors ; her ancestors never mentioned what would become of the divine whence asked to resume the role as hydro archon. may that it be an moment of overthinking, this troubled her mind ever since the prophecy reigned true. a part of her heart aches for what's next, but nonetheless, she must move forward. kokomi's eyes glow with moonlight, and her heart carries the warmth of the sun. umbral and astral, she shines as the beacon of enkanomiya. " i'm forever grateful for you, dear general gorou-kun. "

her cheeks have became more flushed than she had predicted. for a confession meant to be heartwarming, it still stinged like a goodbye all the same. she wanted him to stay forever by her side, whether it be an everlasting friendship or something to be blossomed into delicacy. no matter what, this bond was to be cherished for as long as time would allow. at the same time, the princess also understood that others have a chance of freedom unlike she ; burdened unto duties of her bloodline. although her features still remain sparkling and full of adoration towards the other, her heart wanted to give him the choice that she had never been offered. " if you wish to decline.. please know that i hold no grudges. i will adore you no matter the outcome - a-and always. " by the sound of her voice, tears were moments away from joining the glittering glow upon her cheeks. ( be happy kokomi ! forget these duties, let your heart decide for once ! ) holding back emotions for years had bottled up until this very moment, trying her very best to not look at his face without showing any signs of sorrow. ( what a fool i am, i failed again. )

[not-a-big-slay]

Girl crush

Matt Murdock x gn!reader

‎

I want to taste her lips

Yeah, ‘cause they taste like you

I want to drown myself

In a bottle of her perfume

I want her long blonde hair

I want her magic touch

Yeah ‘cause maybe then

You’d want me just as much

summary: love always finds a way to make you miserable, now it made you fall for a taken man...

type: angst

warnings: mentions of starving (not ED), foggy being the best best friend and it might make you sad you dont have such a good friend irl (def not talking bout me)

A/N: this was inspired by the song girl crush. i wanted to write a fanfic about it, but i didn't know about who. matt murdock takes the cake then :) it's kinda short, but i also love it like that.

He smiled again.

An action that could bring you to your knees. His wide addictive smile fastened your heart beat every time without a fail, though his eyes kicked it hard it almost broke.

The smile isn't meant for you.

It never is. Karen is the one owning his smile, his heart. She owned his everything for a quite long time now and you just wondered when it'll be your turn. Couples should remember the date when they got together, but you liked to keep track of it as well, marking it as the day your heart died.

You met Matt in college. Foggy always talked about him as a best friend and roommate that will "bring the hottest chicks to our room for sure". Because of all this talk, you imagined Murdock as the perfect human being and wanted to meet him as soon as possible out of curiosity. They say first impression matters most and the day you two have met, you definitely made it matter, because you straight up laughed into his face. You couldn't believe that Matt, apparently THE hot roommate that will fill up a college dorm room with attractive women, was blind. However you soon found out how true Foggy's statement was as you slowly began to fall for him every time he talked to you or laughed with you.

Foggy and Matt were inseperable and you loved to watch their friendship evolving, while they welcomed you into their perfect duo. Although your ways parted when you became a private detective and they opened their lawyer firm, your friendship remained and the three of you decided to work together.

You liked Karen. From beginning she was very kind to you and always glad to help the firm or some of your cases. She was fun to be around and you shared a lot of drinks at Josie's, even gossiped about people you both knew. She was the proper girl friend you always wanted. You never blamed her for getting together with Matt, you never mentioned your crush on him in front of her. You never blamed him either. The only person there was to blame was you. And so you did.

Foggy knew, you told him when the frustration of watching the couple all day overwhelmed you and the feelings needed to get out. He comforted you and made fun of you after you were okay, as a good friend does. He also helped you avoid them by making them work in the office while you two were out and vice versa. You would be forever grateful to whatever power is upon the world for crossing paths with Foggy.

Still it was hard seeing them kissing, hugging, touching. Billiards at Josie's were not the same anymore, Nelson and Murdock was now an anxious place for you to be in as you knew what awaits you there. From another person's perspective, nothing changed. Karen was still as friendly and funny as ever, Matt was still talking to you frequently and Foggy still complained about not having enough customers.

Everything stayed the same, only you changed the view at a perfect friendship.

Becoming distant never tasted so deliciously to your soul, being cold never played such a beautiful tone for your ears, but you could never do so. You helped Matt at being the Daredevil with your police resources, you helped Karen take the weight off of her shoulders after a long day and you protected Foggy from becoming the third wheel at work. You couldn't betray them, so your soul starved and your ears ignored while you pushed through.

It didn't matter how long they have been lovers, the sight of them was always new, always surprising, always painful. Your jealousy soon turned into desire. A desire to be Karen, to be close to Matt like her, to be kissing his lips like her, to be touching him like her, to be her. She became your idol and your dreams without her knowledge. You no longer wished for Matt to date you or to kiss you, but to become someone he loves, so he couldn't leave you.

But the smile always set you back to the start line, reminding you that he sees you as nothing more than a friend. You're just there to make him laugh, to help him catch criminals and to cover up for him when he messes up. You're just a friend. Just a help.

Maybe it was just a matter of time, maybe your cup was filled up to the edge, maybe this morning's smile was different, but you couldn't handle it anymore. You couldn't push further, your soul was hungry and your ears found the melody again. That evening you packed your bags, everything you thought important, and took money out of account. You bought a plane ticket, stuffed everything in the car and rejected sleep.

The next morning something made you stop before the office. Your GPS was leading you straight to the airport, but you couldn't press gas again without saying goodbye. You owned it to them. The way up the stairs was harder than ever and the door had to change to concrete over night, but you managed to get inside and look at your friends one last time.

"Y/N?"

Foggy and Karen looked confused, studying every inch of your red face. You looked around, the absence of the white cane screaming at you. Matt's running late. You shifted your gaze back to the lawyer. Sometimes, eye contact is all that is needed. Foggy's eyebrows seperated and his face relaxed with a sigh, he nodded. A clear sign that he understands was all you needed. Without a word you slowly closed the office door, able to hear Karen's worried voice and Foggy's explanation. If the stairs up were hard, down it was impossible. All you wanted was to run up and lock yourself there, yet you knew it would destroy you more than leaving. Outside you looked back at the sign, examining it once again. Nelson and Murdock, avocados at law! Your young laughter rang through your head as your tears wetted the cobblestones underneath. You turned around, walking to your car, hoping this is what doing the right thing feels like.

Before you sat behind the wheel, you saw him. He was just standing, not looking at you, but you knew he felt you. Tears tickled your cheeks, urging you to sit and drive. The two of you just stood, not one of you moving, until the wind screamed in your ear to let go. "I'm sorry." you whispered, watching him to smile softly. A smile finally gifted to you, however it gave you a bitter feeling.

‎

Aware that the last smile he gave you was out of sadness.

You looked away, aware that your eyes saw him for the last time.

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[bubbleteaimagines]

He cheats and gets someone else pregnant

Haikyuu Boys Drabbles

The one where you finally realize your worth and don’t forgive a cheater

SUNA RINTARO

It was inevitable, he supposed. You weren’t a dumb person- you’d figure it out soon enough. You’d pick up on the signs- notice how much he’s been going out lately and staring at his phone. Laughing at things you hadn’t sent him, becoming distant, slowly but surely.

Suna knew you’d find out.

He just wasn’t expecting it to be soon.

He had come home one evening and took a shower like normal. While he washed up, he made the terrible mistake of leaving his phone in the kitchen, thinking that there was no way she’d text him. Their relationship was dwindling, after all. Suna was beginning to let the guilt get to him.

After 3 long months, he finally realized what he had wanted. He wanted you, forever and always. He wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his days traveling and experiencing new things with you.

Unfortunately though, he figured it out too late. A boys mistake, thinking that the grass was greener on the other side. And he’d soon pay the price for that wishful thinking.

While you were cooking dinner, you couldn’t help but notice how often his phone was going off. It kept dinging every few seconds, quickly causing you to become irritated.

Suna’s phone never went off that much, and so you thought surely it must be the boys. They probably added him into a group chat, you figured.

Oh how wrong you were.

The minute you walked over to the device and picked it up, you could truly feel your heart break. Searing pain burst through you like a rocket, a gasp leaving your lips as you scrolled through the messages.

8:53 PM

Unknown: Suna? Do you think we could talk?

Unknown: I know you said that you were going back to Y/N, but I...I’m pregnant. And it’s yours

Undeniably, you were shocked and confused. Pregnant? Who was this that was texting his phone? And why the hell did she think she was pregnant by your boyfriend?

A sickening feeling began to bubble in your stomach. Putting the phone down, you clenched your fists and took deep breaths.

In and out, Y/N. In and out.

Surely there was an explanation for this, right? You’d ask Suna as soon as he got done showering, and he’d laugh and tell you how this was all a misunderstanding. Some prank by Atsumu, wanting to get him back in his own cruel way.

But...

One look at his face, though, and you knew everything.

“Tell me you didn’t,” Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at Suna, his eyes widened as he looked at the phone in your trembling hands. Once again, it pinged, but you didn’t even have the energy to look. The only thing you were focused on was your heavy breathing, and the fact that you were becoming light-headed as Suna stepped forward.

“Y/N, baby, I can explain.”

As soon as those words left this lips, your entire world shattered. Letting out a sob, you dropped the phone and used your hands to cover your mouth in horror.

“So you did.”

Suna became panicked as soon as you started crying, holding onto the kitchen table to keep yourself from falling over. The pain that you felt was indescribable, not to mention the absolute betrayal. You had given everything up for Suna- and he repayed you like this?

“Y/N/N, please,” Suna was begging as he moved closer, trying to embrace your crying figure in his arms but you pushed him away, sudden anger taking over you.

“Don’t touch me!” Suna flinched as your damn near threw him off, backing up so far from him. The look in your eyes nearly killed him as you made eye contract, “I don’t want your filthy hands on me now that I know where they’ve been!”

“Y/N...-”

“Shut the fuck up Suna!”

You could no longer control yourself as rage began taking over your body, slowly but surely replacing the tears. The more you processed it - the more you looked at that bastards face and realized that he had went and knocked someone up while you were at home, cooking his dinner - the more infuriated you became.

“I cannot fucking believe you. Like are you serious right now?! I spend all day, all fucking day waiting for you Suna. I cook your food, I run you baths, I do everything I can to make your life less stressful and then you go and do this shit?”

“Baby just listen me, it’s not like that, okay?Whatever you saw- it’s in the past! Me and her- it meant nothing. I realize that now. It’s me and you baby- just us. That’s all I want,” Suna felt tears trailing down his cheeks as he desperately pleaded his case. Desperately grabbing at you, trying to hold you as if that would make everything okay. As if a simple “I’m sorry,” could fix what he broke.

Instead, you found yourself laughing bitterly and fought the urge to smack him in the face. No, you decided you’d have more dignity than that. You’d pack your stuff, peacefully, and leave this asshole here to rot.

“Whatever.”

That was quickly decided in your mind and within seconds, you were shaking your head, scoffing as you pushed passed him and practically ran to your shared bedroom.

“Wait-! Y/N, what are you doing? No, no, no, no!” Suna panicked even more when he followed you and saw that you were hurriedly packing your stuff in a suitcase. It was messy, and you barely had half of your shit but you decided that it’d do. At least until right now. At least until...well, you didn’t really know anymore.

You and Suna, you guys were supposed to be each other’s forever. You were supposed to be endgame, but as it turned out, Suna ruined that before you could even get a ring.

You scoffed again at the prospect of ever marrying him. Now, you began to think about why you even wanted him in the first place. How did you not notice the signs? The lack of effort for weeks until Suna suddenly warmed up again and began treating you like you were his world.

How did you not catch on? How did it completely slip your mind that you were dating a cheater, until the facts suddenly smacked you right in the face?

“What does it look like I’m doing, Rintaro,” You rolled your eyes, zipping the suitcase and then booking it to the bathroom. You quickly grabbed your body wash, all your hair products and then your toothbrush. You lazily threw them in a another bag and then stood up, glaring at Suna who tried to block you from exiting the door.

“Move,” You stared him down, venom lacing your words. “I don’t fucking have time for this.”

“Baby, please,” You flinched as he reached out to touch you, to stroke your cheek with the same hands that had touched her. They were slightly wet, presumably from wiping his tears away, but all you could think about was that you weren’t the only one he had been coming home to. You weren’t the only one he had been fucking and touching.

The thought made you absolutely sick. You were sure that if you didn’t get out now, then you’d puke all over your- his expensive furniture.

“You have to listen to me,” Suna silently cried, his body shaking as he stood there, begging for the one person he needed in his life to stay. “I told you- she means nothing. I don’t want anything to do with her, I only want you, Y/N.”

“And the baby?” Dammit. You couldn’t help yourself. Once again, your anger began to fade as tears gathered in your eyes.

Suna had a child. He had a fucking child with some stranger he’d known less than six months. She was carrying his blood, something that was supposed to be your moment. You were supposed to give him his first child. You were supposed to be the one he shared that part of life with, not her.

“I- what?”

From the looks of it, you’d almost think that Suna didn’t know. His eyes were wide, his whole body stopping as he stared at you incredulously.

And then it hit you.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t even know that she was carrying his baby. He was completely clueless. Both of you were blindsided.

At this, you couldn’t help it. You did laugh, a bitter sound that sounded almost like you were mocking him.

“Wow Rintaro. How fucking stupid could you get?” You let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head as a tear ran down your face. “If you’re gonna cheat and fuck someone else, then at least be smart enough to wear a condom.”

“But I...that’s impossible,” Suna whispered, mostly to himself. “I don’t...I mean she can’t possibly...how did you...?”

“She was blowing up your phone while you were in the shower. How did you think I found out?” You gave him a fake smile. “For someone that doesn’t like putting in a lot of effort, you sure did put a lot into making sure you fucked this relationship up. And then your own life too.”

You hated to say it, but you silently enjoyed the way Suna was going to suffer. At the very least, it was absolutely what he deserved for cheating in the first place. Now, his life was probably going to be ruined. His career, his dreams, everything he had planned...

It was gonna go down the drain.

And you for one were grateful he wasn’t dragging you down with him.

“I...” Suna was at an absolute loss for his words. His whole body slumped, seemingly going numb as he just stayed in the doorway, looking shocked. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push past him, a small smirk on your face despite the searing pain in your heart.

You knew it was serious when he didn’t even try to stop you when you opened the front door.

“I left your phone on kitchen floor. Maybe you should call her. I’m sure you’d like to know more, seeing as it is yours. For your sake, I hope it’s a bouncing baby boy. That’s what you always wanted, right?”

You spoke one last time, making sure to rub salt in the wound before taking a final glance at the man you loved.

He looked broken, a sheer sobbing mess as he still stood in your bedroom door. A part of you couldn’t help but feel bad. You couldn’t help but want to go over and embrace him, dropping everything and tell him that things were gonna work out.

That was the part of you that still loved him.

But the other part...

The other part of you told you that it’s what he deserved. He cheated, and now he has to live with the consequences. Loosing you, and becoming a father at the age of 20.

That was the part of you that gave you the extra push. That was the part of you that gave you the strength to close the door, forever walking away from the man that broke you and the empty house that held all of your dead dreams.

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

You didn’t believe it. Or more like, you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t wanna shatter your fantasy world, one that you had been living in for four years.

You didn’t want it to break, because if it did...

You didn’t know what you were going to do.

For the last four years Bokuto had been your world. Your absolute rock, your sunshine on a cloudy day. He made you laugh, he made you feel welcome and special like nobody else had before.

Surely...your Bokuto wasn’t capable of this. Surely didn’t...he couldn’t have...

You didn’t even wanna think about it. Bile rose up in your throat every time you thought about it...his lips on hers. Caressing her and holding her the way he was supposed to only hold you.

You didn’t wanna think about it, but yet-

You had no choice as you stared at the pregnant woman before you.

“I’m sorry,” She had tears in her eyes as she sat on your couch, sobbing while simultaneously holding her belly. While holding his baby.

She had come to you only a few hours before, taking you by complete surprise. Never in your life did you ever think you’d come face to face with your boyfriend’s baby momma.

But that’s exactly what had happened.

Apparently, she and Bokuto had both had a one stand a few months ago. It was when he had traveled to Tokyo for a game and you stayed behind because you had school.

It was the one weekend you weren’t there to support him. One weekend...and you had lost him forever.

“It’s not...it’s not your fault,” You told her somewhat awkwardly, although you didn’t really mean it. She had slept with your boyfriend, after all. And now she was pregnant, claiming the baby was 100% his.

That wasn’t even the worst part though.

The worst part was that you couldn’t even be mad at her, because she didn’t know. It was a one night thing. She had told you Bokuto had left in tears the next morning, rambling on about how she meant nothing and that he had you to come home to.

She claimed that he regretted it the minute he realized what happened. Crying out about how he was going to propose and then rushing out without so much as a goodbye.

Oh how stupid he was to name drop you.

You almost wished he hadn’t, because that was how she had found you. After finding out that she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to Bokuto only to realize that he was telling the truth. He’d been with you for four years.

But did that really even mean anything anymore?

“It’s just- I just-” The girl shook her head. “I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. If I had known...if I had any other choice...”

“Actually, I’m sort of glad you reached out to me. Thank you for that. That was good on your part, seeing as I doubt he would have told me,” You smiled numbly, not capable of feeling anything at the moment.

It was like...your entire body was on shut down mode. It had become numb, desperately trying to block out the pain you were sure that was coming. And you, for one, were absolutely grateful. You didn’t wanna think... you didn’t even wanna fathom how broken you were gonna be.

So you didn’t. Instead you kept your thoughts quiet and relished in the numbness.

“You know...” You laughed bitterly, sadly shaking your head as you sighed, “Bokuto’s always wanted a kid. He kept begging me a few weeks ago to have one, but I said no. We’re both so young, you know? We had our whole lives together.”

You hadn’t meant to make her cry even more, but that’s exactly what your words did. They cut a knife through this random girl’s heart, causing her pain that she had stolen that from you. Bokuto, he had taken that from you as well.

“I’m sorry,” Once again, she apologized, but you weren’t much focused on that. Instead, your attention snapped towards the front door as you heard keys jingling outside. With a sharp push, your stomach dropped.

Bokuto was home.

“Hey hey hey! Babe whose car is that-”

Bokuto’s smile suddenly dropped as he walked into the scene, your dull eyes and the girl’s tearful ones ones trained on him. Immediately, his whole demeanor began to crumble down and he nervously looked between the two of you, his shoulders dropping.

“...outside. What’s this?”

“Bokuto, I believe you know her,” You were eerily calm as you pointed towards her, showing no emotion as Bokuto’s eyes flickered to her stomach. “This is Kayla. From Tokyo, right? I think you guys have much to discuss.”

Bokuto was at a loss for words as you rose from the couch, gesturing for him to take your seat. But instead of listening, he decided to make things difficult and run after you like a lost puppy as you made your way to the bedroom.

“Babe, babe wait! Y/N, please baby I can explain. I can explain, I can explain, I swear! Just let me, just please let me-”

“Bokuto,” You stopped him, holding up your hand and shaking your head. “I’m not in the mood, really. Just go talk with her alright? She came all this way to find me, so it’s rude not to.”

“But baby-”

“Go,” You suddenly became firm, gritting your teeth as you stared him. For a second, you took a small pause, and then Bokuto heard the words he never wished to hear his in life. “And don’t you ever call me that ever again, Koutaro.”

“K-Koutaro...?” Bokuto stuttered slightly, reeling back at the use of his first name. “But baby...y-you never call me that. Ever.”

“Oh yeah?” You couldn’t help but laugh on how clueless he was. I mean honestly, you never thought that Bokuto was stupid but now...“Well what the hell else am I supposed to call you? Read the fucking room Bokuto. Your pregnant fucking mistress is sitting on my couch, crying her eyes out and you’re worried about me calling you by your first fucking name? Get a god damn grip.”

For the first time that day, emotion began peaking out from your eyes. Pure anger bubbled up inside of your body, finally manifesting after holding it in for so long.

It felt good, in your opinion, to finally feel something. A delayed reaction, sure, but late was better than never.

“B-But-”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes at his trembling form. “I don’t wanna hear anything else from you. So go talk to her. Figure your shit out while I pack mine.”

“No!” Panic was evident in his voice as he suddenly grabbed your arms, preventing you from entering your bedroom. Shocked, you siteuggled in his embrace but Bokuto was extremely strong.

“What the hell? Let me go!”

“Y-Y/N! Baby y-you can’t leave me! You can’t! What about our plans? What about forever and always, you and me?”

“Did you think about that before you got drunk and fucked her?” You snapped harshly, causing him to whimper. “Exactly. So don’t come pulling that bullshit out on me, Bokuto. You’re the one that ruined that.”

“But-” At this point, he was searching for something, anything to make you stay as you shoved him off and then stormed in your shared room. “But baby I- we had this whole plan...I was gonna propose! Please, I...I even got the ring! Here I’ll prove it to you!”

While you were busy running around the room throwing all your stuff together, Bokuto suddenly dashed to the kitchen and retrieved a box he had been storing for a special occasion. He completely ignored the girl that was sitting on his couch, not even sparing her a second glance as he rushed back to you and dropped to his knees.

“See?” He hurriedly opened the box and desperately grabbed your hand, slipping the shiny diamond on before you could even protest. “I had it made for you, Y/N! Pure diamond, princess cut. It’s even engraved with your name baby! Please...”

You had to admit, you wanted to break down as Bokuto began to cry, looking awfully small as he kneeled by your feet. To make matters worse, he kept kissing your hand and mumbling tearful apologizes that yanked at your heartstrings.

By now, your initial exterior had began to crumble. Pain began to surround your heart, squeezing it so bad it almost felt like you were burning. A swell of tears gathered in your eyes, and you almost, almost gave in.

You almost sank to your knees and cried with him, almost pulled him into your arms because you didn’t wanna let go. You loved Bokuto, you truly did, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

He was a good man, that probably made an honest mistake. He was everything you had ever wanted. And you were so tempted...so tempted to give in. Until you realized that you deserved better.

“I’m sorry,” Sniffling slightly, you yanked your hand out of his grasp and shook your head. “But I need to go. I can’t stay here anymore Bokuto...you ruined this. You ruined us, and now you have a woman in there carrying your child. You have the family you’ve always wanted. Don’t ruin that too.”

Hastily, you leaned down to press a bitter kiss on his forehead and then stood back up. Bokuto sobbed as he watched your figure retreat, standing high despite the heartbreak.

It was then that he realized that even though you were letting him go, you’d be just fine. You’d pull yourself together eventually, you were strong like that. You didn’t need him, but god, what about him?

He wasn’t sure if he could survive without you. He could barely even breathe and you hadn’t even walked out yet.

Was this what it was going to feel like from now on? Empty, hollow...meaningless?

“Please.”

One last time, he cried out of you. He begged you to stay.

But you knew you deserved better than that.

“I’m sorry.”

And with that, you left him behind. Forever.

[fragmcntedsouls]

Whilst being held tortured by the OEA, Billie had thought often of just how different things should have been for the both of them, if she hadn’t told the lies that she had. The woman that she had become, held resentment toward the frightened girl that she had been. To live with that pain was agonising. Knowing what she had done and the pain that she had brought to the person that she loved more than anybody – or anything on this earth; she was resentful to herself for the decision that she had made for the both of them. Her hand lifted from his arm, only momentarily to rid her eyes of the tears using the heel of her palm. Her response came softly, almost silently as she whispered, “I know and I know that you’ll tell me not to be, but I am sorry for ever putting that on you. I’m so sorry.” Her heart ached knowing that whilst she had passed peacefully with him, she had all but cursed him to reliving that moment for the rest of his life. Even now – she could see it. “I always knew,” she replied softly now, yearning to offer reprieve given the heaviness of the subject and her voice became stronger with each word. “I always knew that I was loved by you -- after that first night, where you went to get us breakfast and I thought – I thought you’d left, but then there you were with that grin on your face and a backpack full of snacks that I loved. I knew from that moment that my heart was safe with you. That it always would be." Peeking up at him through her damp lashes, she stood up onto her toes and leaned closer to nudge the tip of his nose with her own, “right here, with you – there’s no place else i’d rather be. You are my peace. Anywhere without you isn’t peace, Briggs, its just false advertising” she hummed; lowering herself back down.

Her stomach knotted as his smile returned, her heart beating at a steady rhythm now as he did everything to soothe her. “I’m banning apologies – we got gold coins now, baby” she teased, “beaches and sunsets await.” A content sigh eased from her lips as his palms found her jaw, relaxing entirely into his touch as her gaze held onto his “I just wish that I could take that pain from you. That I could take those memories and I wish that you didn’t have to see me like that.” Her stomach twisted, unwilling to say the words but they had already made a promise, “i’ve seen enough death to know that it – stays with you. I don’t – I don’t want that for you. I never wanted that for you. I was selfish for needing you, but I’m so grateful that you found me.” If not for Briggs in that moment – she feared that she would never have found peace. Her fingers were gentle to enclose around a handful of hair, easing herself closer as their bodies met and she held him tightly, “we don’t have to let it hurt anymore. We’re forever, baby. We can move through this together. It doesn’t have to hurt anymore. You brought me home. You are my home.” Leaning back just enough to look at him again, Billie’s gaze remained soft and she wouldn’t push, but she would remind him “you don’t have to be. You’ll tell me if you’re not, right? – You can always tell me. We support each other, take care of each other – it works both ways, baby.” She could feel the weight of the emotion etched into his exhale, her grip of him becoming tighter as she held him close, “always and forever, my love.” 

The reprieve from their laughter had been desperately required, cutting through the heaviness of the atmosphere with joyous ease. “I’m pretty sure that you’re Jardin Gris’s best customer” she teased, before shaking her head and raising her hand as pointed to her ring finger “hm, tempting offer, but i’ve got a hot date with my husband tomorrow.” Grinning, she added playfully “you should meet him, I think you’d really like him.” Her amusement was imminent to turn into laughter as her hands returned to his body given his own taunt, “huh, not in the past twenty minutes, which in my eyes is just unacceptable.” 

Her hand sought placement atop of his, gently caressing his fingers with her own as his palm lay flat against her thigh. Her smile returned given his promise and her features scrunched as she teased, “in that case, we’ll meet each other halfway” before adding, “but, i’m more than happy with my life as it is.” Having anticipated the slight scold, she sank a little into herself as her eyes became apologetic, “but –” her protest was rapidly met with a sigh however. “I didn’t even get to try peanut butter. It’s an injustice, Briggs” but that apologetic expression was quick to return, "hey, I was in good hands and besides, you’d have never let me do it if you knew. I'm pretty sure you’d have gone out and bought everything containing peanuts before I had the chance to. But, I heard that the reeses people do this trail mix thing tha–” nope, she really wasn’t going to push this. "Fine –” and she intended to promise, even if that promise was spoken quietly “that i’ll never try.” Relaxing again beneath his touch, she shuffled herself closer towards the edge of the counter, bringing her legs in a little tighter against his hips as he stood between them, “you’re already my greatest adventure and i’m more than happy with that.”   

As much as she shouldn't regret her actions with Delainey, there was a part of her that had been unable to forget. Swallowing harshly, she found herself countering “you didn’t – see her face. I did something to her that felt irreversible. Death has an end, what I did – doesn’t.” Shaking her head, she released an unsteady sigh – uncertain as to whether there was remorse there, or whether she was just concerned for not feeling any. “You and me” she repeated, her tone offering every ounce of strength that she felt for that sentiment. “I’m holding you to banshee bootcamp by the way" inhaling a short breath, she tried to sound as casual as possible "I was actually – wondering whether I should talk to Gianna about it.” And then, there was a momentary silence as her brow lifted; attempting to gauge his reaction before an opinion could be voiced. She knew where Briggs stood on the subject of her mother and so she was eager to elaborate, “she’s like me – I think. I could feel it. I don’t know if she knows, though. I mean she never asked, but neither did I. Maybe she knows more about – the whole banshee thing? It wouldn't hurt to ask her, right?”  

Billie’s apprehension was clear from her expression alone given the topic of Lucas’ uncle, “that’s the thing, I don’t think that anybody does – not even Lucas.” Inhaling a sharp breath, she shrugged “I feel like it would have come up by now, wouldn’t it? Oh and -- to make things even twistier, Everleigh told me that Dex is the name of her husband. Or – ex.” Without legitimate confirmation, she didn’t want to drag anybody's name through the dirt, much less Luke’s uncle. “I know that look” she breathed as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips and he elaborated on his galaxy quest type plan. “I get it, I do and I see that – but we can’t do anything, not without evidence, not until we know for sure. I don't want you caught up in her games, how do we know this isn't just another set up? He could be in on it.“

Sensing the shift within his demeanour her hand rose to rest against his chest as she felt each sluggish beat of his heart beneath her palm. She listened intently to each word of his promise, her eyes never once leaving his. The thought was agonising but just as Briggs could still feel Billie’s death – she hadn’t forgotten, couldn’t forget what had happened to him in the aftermath of the gala. “-- I just – I don’t want you pushing yourself either, Briggs. I know that you’re – powerful and – and you are, but I haven’t forgotten what happened that night. You pushed yourself too and—” her chin quivered as she cleared her throat, “I just -- I worry about you too.” More challengers had taken to the board in this fucked up game of war and each and every one of them were begging for their pound of flesh – searching for their next weapon and Billie wouldn’t see it be Briggs. Her heart began to beat faster now, despite her efforts to remain steady and her fingers tightened against the material of his shirt, anything just to keep him close. With each word, she could feel just how intensely their love ran, how impenetrable their bond truly was. “I’ll always tell you” she promised, her chin lifting as he gently guided her with his finger, “I promise.”

The guilt she felt was palpable, and he wished with all of his being for her not to feel that, for her to stop feeling like a cause of his pain. It held no ounce of truth. "You know there's no where else I'd have wanted to be," he said softly, "the only thing I wish is that I could have found you sooner, but if I couldn't do that, I'd have what we got. If I couldn't save you, I'd choose every time to be with you." It didn't matter he could still feel the weight of her going slack in his arms because he did know she went peacefully. For him, that is the only thing that would ever matter: her pain had ended there, cradled in his arms. "All I ever wanted for you was peace, to feel loved...hopefully by me. Was calling for you fair? Was bringing you back for my sake fair? I don't know and part of me doesn't care." She was in a place where there was no more suffering, no more bleeding, no more tears, no more pain. He had always been sure his love for Billie was not selfish, but he wasn't sure what he could say about his bringing her back. Her teasing brought a subtle smile back to his lips, dissipating those thoughts completely. "That sounds more like incentive, baby," he offered back with brief playful edge within his tone, "if you wanted me to apologize more, you should have just said so." Bringing his hands to cup her jaw, he shook his head, repeating with full conviction, "I would have never wanted to be anywhere else. I won't lie and say it was peaceful for me, you wouldn't believe me if I tried, but seeing you again, giving you that peace, making sure--making sure your body was cared for...it was something. I might not have survived otherwise. I knew what your final moments were, and I knew they were with me...and you weren't in pain. That was as close to peace as I was going to get." Seeing her tears welling but not falling, his gaze remained in hers as if to say it's okay. Maybe it was time they finally allowed themselves to feel it. "It hurts," he told her simply, the words wavering slightly in its saying. "It's okay that it hurts because we can't change it, we can't go back. I can only save you next time or in my dreams. I love you so much part of me went with you, but that means part of me came back with you too. And that's a good thing." He could always rally, find pockets for his pain. Find the good. "We'll deal with it together," he promised, "but I'm always going to be okay." His instinct was to fight against it because he had to be okay. It was something he always managed to be, a way to stay one step ahead of everything threatening to crush him. Leaning into her touch, he took her wrist as though the touch could be more, intensified deeper in some way. A clinging to her. This is real. His exhale shook almost violently, knees threatening to give out, and he wondered if maybe he wasn't okay. He could only plead almost inaudibly, "please."

The laughter brought everything back into a steadiness, and as always, she was quick to banter with him. "I keep that well stocked," he promised, a grin returning, "I've got no plans tomorrow, do you?" With a cheeky look, he repeated her words back to her, "I'm counting on it." As if unrelated, he murmured, "have I mentioned lately how beautiful my wife is?"

One hand on her thigh as the other held the cloth, Briggs hated he mentioned the worried thing--as if she didn't know. "I'll adjust," he promised, "I don't want you to live a lesser life so I don't freak out." At the mention of the peanuts, however, he did raise a brow as he scolded a little, "the peanuts thing you really can never do again, though. Not sure that being done behind my back was my favorite thing to learn." He allowed a lot of her reckless behavior, but they both knew he'd never have allowed that. She'd have been commiserating with Lysander about how her Reese's Pieces were set on fire like his damn cake. "If you want to be adventurous, I'm okay with that, but it's gonna take some adjustment on my part. I'm strong enough to keep you alive now; I just need to remember that."

As she gave her explanation of that moment with the hunter, the use of her power to punish, to cause a pain that could never touch what she herself had suffered at their hands, he didn't hold any judgement. In fact, he understood it. "She deserved it," he reminded her, "so it should feel good--or I dunno, maybe it shouldn't, but it's fine with me that it did. I know how that feels. The rush of it, the justice." He held her gaze, a slight pull on his lips as he could see the relief. "It's you and me, baby, until the end of time. What's you is me, so we'll figure it out...so you can do it on purpose next time if you want to."

As she gave the name, his immediate thought went to Lucas's Uncle Dex, one he could tell before she said it she had considered too. "I didn't know he had a hunter for a sister though, which is crazy since he's a wolf. Why would she mourn him though? Isn't she supposed to want him dead?" An almost twisted smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as his mind already began to turn. "Bill, that's good. Don't you see it? That's real damn good for us. They eat their own for fuckin' breakfast, like--what's that movie?--Galaxy Quest! That injured alien walks up and then all the others jump on it and kill it. That's kinda like the OEA, she might as well be walking around bleeding. It's just invisible, so we have to point out the gapping wound to one of the vultures." He wasn't sure he was making sense, but he was already formulating a plan. Asher could probably help and--

--the beating of his heart slowed again to a sluggish, aching rate as she continued speaking. "You will never lose me," he swore, though he knew that may not bring any more relief either. "They can't kill me, not anymore. I'm finally strong enough, powerful enough. I can't explain--and somehow Everleigh saw it--but I feel it. They can't stop me now, and they will never pull me away from you. Or you from me. I'll tear the whole damn world apart." His love held all the power, as if it was the conduit from which he could channel everything. She held onto him, and he held onto her back. Nothing would separate them, not without hell to pay. He knew her explanation all too well, it was the feeling after the gala. He'd never had a rush like that, but the fall from it... "When it happens, tell me. I'll collect every scattered piece and bring it right back to you. I'll take the pain again. I'll take it all, baby." Bringing his finger under her chin, he tilted her gaze back up. "I see you. You have nothing to prove, not to them, not to any of our friends or our family, not to me. Nothing about you has ever scared me, so please tell me. When you think you need to get further away, when you feel hollow, and especially when you feel like you are losing yourself, tell me."

[sillyrabbit81]

Hi dear

I'm a big fan of your writing, especially the way you write Sy. Love it. If you are still taking prompts, I have one.

How would Henry and his characters react to having an Erectile dysfunction?

I think that topic is not being discussed enough.

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Thanks for the ask Anon. I was having trouble with this ask so I discussed it with @henryobsessed and we worked on it together. To be fair, she did most of it! If you haven’t read any of her work I suggest you visit her blog and take a look at her Masterlist . She is a great friend and has a wonderful perspective and a unique style. I love her!

@henryobsessed here I have to interject and have my say too, I loved this request, it was so much fun finding creative ways to discuss a delicate subject. And for the record I may have done more characters but @sillyrabbit81 wrote more words per character HAHAHA. You are a wonderful Friend and Cavill sister you inspire and push me to be myself and I cannot be more grateful. That being said have fun reading guys 😊

Summary: Situations in which Henry and his characters suffer erectile dysfunctions

Word Count: approx 3k

Warnings: smut, masturbation (m), oral sex (m and f receiving), anal play, p in v sex, bad medical advice, incorrect use of prescription medication, bodily fluids, period sex, drunk sex, Dom/sub relationship, descriptions of violence and death,

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Erectile Dysfunction Headcanon

Henry Cavill

Henry had been filming for months and now he was headed home for a week’s break. You sat there waiting in the tinted people mover, as Henry was ushered to the car. Lights blinded you as the door opened, he climbed in, and smiling a weary grin, he pulled you into a big bear hug. He missed you so much.

That night, he fell into your arms in a passionate embrace. You had both craved each other, missing one another’s touch. As the night progressed, you noticed things were different. For the first forty minutes you were ecstatic, he had bought you to orgasm three times. Your body was super sensitive, but every time he seemed to be close himself, the phone would ring, indicating someone needed him. You had switched it off after an hour, having enough, and wanting his undivided attention.

Henry had managed to stay hard, but after an hour and a half, it was beginning to be painful for you, and he seemed no closer. Eventually, he flopped beside you, drained from the physical exertion.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. It’s like I’m right there, but I can’t let go.”

You brought him into your arms, and caressing his back said, “Don’t worry love. It will be ok. Just give yourself a day, and maybe we can shut your phone off. I think the stress it is causing you might be a big part of the problem.”

He huffed at the thought. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe.” He sighed and soon you heard soft snores spilling from his lips.

Walter Marshall

It had been a long day, scratch that a long month. Walter had been working day and night to catch a serial killer. That night as he came home, he couldn’t forget the latest victim. What they had found had turned his stomach. In all the years he had been on the force, nothing could have prepared him for what they found that night.

Arriving home he collapsed on the bed, he was so physically exhausted, and for once sleep immediately consumed him. He woke nearly twelve hours later to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. He groaned; he had forgotten it was his two-year anniversary with you. Walking into the bathroom he washed his face, staring at the blood shot eyes reflected back at him.

“Come on man, get it together. You promised her,” Walter tried to fire himself up. It was no use, he was spent. Sighing, he walked into the kitchen wrapped his arms around you and breathed in the soft floral scent in your hair. For the first time in days, he felt a spark within himself, and although the horrific images still played on his mind, he felt a slight peace. He kissed your head, relieved, something could still reach him, something was still good. “Happy anniversary, love,” he growled.

After a wonderful breakfast, Walter sat on the couch with you and the two of you cuddled while watching a movie. His eyes kept sliding shut, his exhaustion made worse by his full belly. His fatigue became even more apparent when after reaching your hand beneath the blanket, you could not bring his flaccid muscle to attention.

Normally this situation would turn heated quickly, you had a way with your tongue that often had him begging for more. But Walter couldn’t get rid of the images in his mind, the battered and dismembered bodies, and the fact they were no closer to catching the killer weighed most heavily on his thoughts.

After half an hour of you trying to arouse him, Walter said in a resigned voice, “Sorry love, I don’t think I can.” With eyes that spoke of immense pain he looked at you and asked, “Could we please just cuddle? I think I need that more than anything right now.” In that moment he knew you were the one for him. He had expected huffing or crying because you thought you weren’t good enough or you asking him to please you. Instead, you had adjusted your position, so he was tucked into your body, holding him close while your hand stroked his curls.

A calm filled his soul as you whispered, “I am here for whatever you need my love. Rest now.”

Captain Syverson

You were just about to turn the light off and go to sleep when you heard the front door open with a crash and heard a rough curse. You grin, Sy was home and wasn’t sober. You knew what that meant, rough, wild, primal fucking. You quickly turn the light off and hide under the covers, well acquainted with the game, you knew how to play your part.

“Where are ya, woman?” Sy’s voice boomed at your bedroom door. “Don’t think you can hide from me. I’m hungry!”

You peek out from under the blanket, Sy had turned the light on again and was quickly undressing. You lick your lips, watching your big furry ox as he dropped his jeans, and his cock was revealed already on its way to being hard. Turning suddenly, he saw you, and you yelped covering your face again. “I see you woman, don’t play shy!” You giggle nervously, excited, your core already dampening with arousal.

Sy pulls the covers back and smirks as he sees you’re already naked waiting for him, “You’re a cheeky little thing ain’tcha?” You bite your lip, opening your legs slightly, inviting him in. Grabbing your ankles, he pulls you down the bed and gets on his knees. A low growl emanates from his throat before he dives between your legs feasting on you with an eagerness that brings you swiftly to your peak.

Licking at his lips and sucking on his glistening whiskers, he stands up pumping his cock getting it ready. Your brows pull together, puzzled, he’s always hard when he eats you out. You don’t have time to dwell on it because he’s soon ready. Sy flips you onto your knees before he enters and begins his assault on your core.

Something is wrong though, you can feel him falling out of you. Did he cum already? Sy mumbles curses, pulling out and you turn around and see him fisting himself again as he slips his fingers inside you. In a few moments he is hard again, removing his fingers and replacing it with his cock. You sigh, relieved, as he builds his rhythm, and you hear him start to groan. But soon, it happens again, and try as he might he just can’t stay hard.

“Fuck,” Sy growls. You turn around and see the look on his face, a mix of frustration and embarrassment that melts your heart. “I think I drank too much Sugar,” he says, running his hand over his short hair. “Fuck. This hasn’t happened… Fuck!”

“Hey!” you say sharply to get his attention.

“What?” Sy replies just as sharply, but he doesn’t look at you.

“It’s fine, Baby,” you assure him. You see him jut his jaw and you reach up and cup his cheeks, making him look at you. “It’s ok. You’re just a little too drunk,” you smile and give him a soft kiss. “It happens.”

“Not to me it don’t.”

“It’s not forever,” you say. “Come on, let’s go to sleep. I’m sure it’ll be back normal in the morning.” You kiss him again and pull his head down to whisper in his ear, “maybe you could wake me up like you did last week.” You pull back and smirk raising your eyebrows.

Sy grins, still a little sheepish, but there was a hint of mischief in his eyes again, “You’re a good thing, Sugar.” He kisses your forehead and says, “I love you.”

Geralt of Rivia

Geralt had never in his life had this happen before. The bar maid who had eagerly agreed to keep his bed warm on this cold winter’s night, gaped in confusion.

How could it be? She thought, All the myths about Witcher’s said they were virile and could last most of the night. She had been consumed with the thought ever since The White Wolf had arrived in the area and was quick to accept his offer to take her to his bed. She was bitterly disappointed and pouted at Geralt. Her sweet, plump lips alone should have been enough to make his cock stand, but tonight it lay unmoving, and useless.

That blasted sorcerer, it must have been him who had cast a curse on Geralt. It could be the only explanation for his inadequate showing. Looking at the poor wench beside him, Geralt pitied her. She had been most eager to satisfy his needs tonight, giving a valiant effort to arouse him. No matter, he had other ways to enjoy bringing her to the height of pleasure. Granted he didn’t normally concern himself with their needs as his own normally coincided with theirs. But tonight, his fingers, and tongue would be adequate until he broke the curse and returned to give her what she truly deserved.

Mike

The party had been epic, the drinks flowed, pot was smoked in abundance and Mike had managed to capture the attentions of a wonderful long legged blonde beauty. She helped him back to her apartment and his heart rate raised as she slowly stripped him, leaving him in all his naked glory. Laying on the bed he watched as she did a strip tease for him, her perky breasts bouncing as she jiggled her ample peach in his face.

But something was wrong, the situation was right, she was right but… he held his hand out to the two or was it three beauties before him. One took his hand as he guided her to sit in his lap. He caressed her as they kissed, his tongue violating her mouth with as much enthusiasm as his inebriated self could manage. Even with her grinding against him nothing happened.

“Shit” he swore.

The girl frowned and her lips seemed to move in twisted patterns which stilled again before she snickered. An evil cackle reverberated in her throat and her face twisted into that of a demented creature. “Can’t get it up, boy?” she taunted as she continued to laugh. She collected his clothes and managed to push him out of her bedroom and into the night. Standing in the cold with only his briefs covering his body, he stumbled as he began his walk of shame home.

August Walker

August Walker was hands down, far and away, the greatest lover you have ever had. He was the only man who had ever been able to keep up with you, your average session lasting for four hours. He was able to cum and get hard again faster than any guy you had ever been with too.

But being with August meant following The Rules. There were many Rules, rules which governed how you would dress when you saw him, how you were groomed, how you were to address him and when you could contact him. There were punishments too, but you had been a good girl, never broken any of his rules, so you never gave the punishments a thought.

One of the many Rules was absolutely no snooping. He said it was for your protection as much for his privacy. You didn’t know exactly how August made his money, but you assumed it had to be from some sort of illegal activity. So, you obeyed this rule as you did the others until one evening after a marathon session, you realised you got your period. You were shocked August hadn’t said anything, clearly he had continued to fuck you while you were bleeding. You started opening his bathroom cupboards searching for a tampon or pad or something, hoping you wouldn’t have to stuff your panties with toilet paper until you got home.

You opened the cupboard behind the mirror and were surprised to see a pill bottle with little blue tablets. You recognised them and after checking the label and confirming it you were speechless. August used Viagra? But, it didn’t seem possible that he would need it, his stamina was out of this world… unless…

“What do you think you are doing Petal?” August said from the doorway, a box of tampons and a towel was in his hands.

Quickly recovering your senses, you grabbed the box and towel out of his hands and kissed his cheek saying, “Looking for those. Thank you, August.”

Quicker than you thought possible you were bent over the counter, cheek pushed into the stone benchtop. “You found my pills,” August said coldly. Leaning his body over yours, his weight pushed down on you, holding you in place as he kicked your legs apart. You muffled a cry as you felt him hard again against your ass. “I don’t need them, for most women, Petal. But for particularly slutty, insatiable, cock hungry brats such as yourself, it’s a necessary assistance.”

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you murmured, hoping he would take pity on you. Tears welled in your eyes as his finger pressed against your ass, forcing your tight muscles apart and you cried as he entered you. “I’m sorry, August.”

“My dear sweet, Pet,” August grunted as he violated you with a second finger. “If you aren’t sorry now, you will be.”

Napoleon Solo

Napoleon had been watching the siren from a distance all night. Her lithe body commanded all around to her attention. After she finished singing her call to the night goddess, he made his move. Two drinks in hand he set his sights and went in for the kill.

The two danced, drank and now were in her apartment, laid out on her bed he was happily pleasing her, mouth buried between her delicious thighs. His tongue flicked expertly over her button bringing her to climax, exciting his body, he climbed forward and for the first time that night claimed her lips. They kissed passionately until something changed, his mind grew foggy, and his cock deflated.

“Aww, is the great Casanova having trouble?” she laughed her sweet siren song changing to a bitter retort. His confused eyes tried to fix on hers as she began to distort, her last words filling his gut with fear. “Don’t worry love. I’ll take good care of you Napoleon Solo.”

Clark Kent

Clark was in college and his new friend Tommy was egging him on to take Crystal out for a date. He couldn’t understand why the cheerleader wanted to take him out. He wasn’t anything special as far as she knew, but she had been flirting with him all week.

Dinner was nice and Clark was surprised when Crystal suggested they return to her share house for dessert. Nervous as he was around her, he was pleased when after ice cream he had allowed her to talk him into a make out session in her room. They had only been in the room a few moments when he had felt strange. They had been kissing, it was enjoyable, but his stomach had begun to feel off and he felt unusually tired and weak.

The more they kissed the more frustrated he was to realise he wasn’t getting a rise out of his little friend. He noticed a pendant hanging on the wall near her bed, the green stone glowed eerily at him giving him a bad vibe. After a few more moments he politely excused himself, saying he must have eaten something off. Clarke murmured apologies and gave promises that he would call her and he left. Strangely, by the time he left her house he felt better, as if he had never felt ill at all. He was only a little upset that he had ruined his chances with Crystal, something about that pendant made him hope he would never see it again.

Charles Brandon

Charles sat in the apothecary rooms, wondering what he had gotten himself in for. The King had recommended him when Charles confided in his friend of his problem.

“So young man, why are you here?” the old man asked, his face kind but stern.

“Well, I’ve been having trouble, when I pee it burns and well, I can get an erection, but it deflates quickly and sometimes I cannot get one at all. I’m also having abdominal pain.”

The old man chuckled. After examining the affected area, he turned to his wall of potions. Pulling together some salves, and powdered herbs he turned to address the Charles. “Here, rub this on the affected area twice a day, and drink this tea three times a day.” The apothecary paused and said with a grin, “And finally, give the ladies from court a rest for a bit, you will regain your vigour again.”

Shame and chagrin filled Charles as he pulled his coverings back over his privates. Taking the medicines, he snuck out of the room trusting that no one saw him, and hoping against all hope, that this would work.

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock sits back in satisfaction, marvelling at his new invention. Based on some literature he read from the America’s he perfected the design and made it fit himself perfectly.

Having commissioned the glass tube and rubber attachments, the contraption worked by winding a small handle, creating the necessary suction to create a vacuum, pooling enough blood into his cock to make it erect. By placing a rubber ring at the base of his shaft, he found he was able to maintain an erection for approximately thirty minutes. He could even bring himself to orgasm by his own hand.

It really was a delightful invention. Now, he just had to find that little vixen of a maid and see if it worked with her too. Perhaps he should try and use her mouth first.

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