#his tshirt is made of husband material

[dainslavenderhaze]

One thing we all can agree on is the t-shirt stayed intact till the end...

[starriest-orion]

TSP

I WROTE A THING

(Enn = Narrator)

PLEASE THIS IS THE FIRST WRITING FOR TSP I'VE POSTED

CW: References to the zending and other endings, but very briefly!!

• The sun was shining gently through the curtains, the birds outside sang their morning tune. The thick snow on the ground melted slowly, the grass peeking out here and there. The dripping of water onto the ground was subtle, repetitive. The first of the two to wake up was Stanley. He yawned, and sat up in the bed. He looked over to see his partner, still soundly asleep. He, at that moment, didn't have the heart to wake his partner up. He looked comepletely peaceful, and the sun shining into the room only made him look prettier than usual. He smiled softly to himself, seeing Enn so peaceful was rare. He was often stressed and overworked, writing what he could remember of the parable in form of books. It was a succesful series, which is why the could live so comfortably. The bed itself was a luxury, the goose feather duvet, with a dark brown cover. The pillows were a soft green, while the sheet was that same green. There was a little leaf pattern sewn into the corner of the pillow in a dark brown string. They were made of a nice material, not too soft but not too rough. Their room was also quite nice. The dark, hardwood floor had a circular green rug set under the bed. It had gold details around the rim, and it seemed a bit worn down. (Enn had insisted they buy it from the side of the road.) Their dark walls were also made of wood, and covered in photos of the two. One album from a trip to the Greek mountains, another from their trip to spain, and others adorned the walls. Then, at the centre of the wall above their headboard, was their wedding photo. It was the centre of attention, it was one of his favorite memories. Next to him, the sheets moved a bit, and he turned to see his love had woken up. [*Goodmorning sleepyhead, did you rest well?*] Enn only grumbled, scooting closer to Stanley. This was the normal waking up routine, Stanley wakes up first, Enn wakes up 10 minutes later, they cuddle for 20 minutes, and then get on with their day. Stanley moved his arm, and Enn rested his head on his partner's chest, resting his arm over their torso. Stanley rested his arm again, this time on his husband's shoulder. The background noise outside and the warmth of the duvet was a small part of what made this so comfortable, the thing that was most comfortable was the emotional warmth. The softness of the situation, how much they've grown to love and trust eachother. The routine they'd picked up, the normalness of it all. They were both in matching pajamas, sweatpants and tshirts. To think that a few years ago, they'd hated eachother's existance? That Stanley hated Narrator so much he'd done the Zending multiple times? How Narrator led him to so many deaths? It was almost as though he'd dreamed it now. He knew it happened, he has the scars to show it. But it didn't matter to him anymore. He was truly happy here. "Goodmorning." He smirked at how tired his partner sounded. He kissed him lightly on the head, with a soft smile. This was a nice morning. After that they'd chat, (Narrator telling Stanley about what he wanted to do for the day and what he dreamed of.) and after *that* they'd move to the kitchen for some food and coffee. Mornings like these were perfect. •

[undersero]

sweet bee!!! hello darling!!! i see you'd like to discuss some lovely men so i hope it's okay if i come by and ask a bit about erwin! i'd love to know a bit about domesticity with him.

The way this made me so tingly 🤣🤣

First of all. I always want to talk about him. I always want to talk about all the anime babes.

Domestic Erwin literally is a beacon of comfort. All he wears are sweaters that are HUSBAND MATERIAL (or tshirts that are husband material, but u get the idea)

He likes to read and drink strong coffee or tea. Erwin has a designated reading spot with a lamp nearby AND SOMETIMES IF YOURE BEING A LITTLE SHIT AND SIT IN HIS SPOT, he will either: playfully pretend to sit on you OR lift you up and place you in his lap. With an amused smile on his face. Fuck him i’m so in love 😭😭

He is an early riser and enjoys reading the paper on the porch when it’s nice or in front of the picture window when it’s not.

ERWIN TAKES DAD NAPS. You know the kind, where his body sags forward just a bit, and his head nods a little as he battles sleep weighing on him. Don’t make a sound, because if you do, his eyes open and he blinks around sleepily, adorably, and pretends like he never dozed off. Only to repeat the cycle less than five minutes later.

Super into documentaries. He likes to learn stuff, but he’s also excellent company when watching shows that you like.

Prefers eucalyptus scented soap, prefers cool mint toothpaste. Erwin is literally the best at keeping track of toiletries and ensuring neither of you run out (a truly considerate king)

Does not mind/quasi-enjoys doing laundry (can’t relate)

Enjoys gardening and grilling. Whenever he flips a burger on the grill or a pancake for breakfast, he always gives it a lil pat pat.

Isn’t a grandpa, still drinks from a mug that says “foxy grandpa” (relatable)

Crunchy and salty snacks are his downfall but he loves those little Christmas tree snack cakes

Likes to wear loafers inside

Help me I’m in love with him 😩

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Tik Tok Leggings

Masterlist

Summary: Time to test these Tik tok leggings.

Warnings: swearing, Fluff, Cheeky Henry, Suggestive Themes, Plus sized reader

A/N: Just wanted to do something different thinking of maybe having a mini TikTok onshot series but unsure yet. Either way I hope you enjoy and happy Easter to those who celebrate  and those who don't? Have a brilliant Sunday xx

Taglist: will be in comment/reblogs

You eyed the package wearily... just how the fuck were you meant to pull this off? Slowly but surely the confidence  and 'fuck it' attitude was waning. They looked small.... very small.

You huffed a sigh looking at yourself in the mirror eyeing your form. You swear you'd gained some more weight, just a few pounds maybe? But you felt huge. Slowly you unravelled the leggings, it had been a good idea at the time but now you wasn't so sure. They were expensive and even thought you bought them as a little prank you did hope they would boost you confidence or at least be comfy enough to wear around the house.

Being a larger girl it was hard finding comfy clothes and you had to be comfy now that your boys were running around the house like headless chickens. You thought the terrible twos with trainers were bad? Your four year olds had scooters!

You grit your teeth and decided to try the leggings on gearing up for an all put war with the waist band but was pleasantly surprized. The fabric was firm and tummy controlling without feeling you feeling caught by a bloody boa constrictor! A comfy tight not spandex tight. You casually wondered about seeing if the company did bras, this shit would stop the girls from trying to knock you out on the stairs!

You pulled the material setting the... elasticated seam in your ass crack and winced... Okay that's a little strange... but not unpleasant and almost thong. You spun around eyeing yourself in to mirror. You didn't look to bad, if you said so yourself. Sure you wasn't magically strim and fit, you were blessed with a nice thick ass... but unfortunately had the thick hips and large thighs to go with it. You'd never be petite or dainty, but then again henry was huge behemoth of a man so you didn't need to be. As he said on many occasions he wanted a woman as thick as him... and you definitely fit that bill. His thighs were only slightly bigger then yours.

You turned around a few more times. Fuck okay hello there~ you grinned. You may not be the perfect sized woman but fuck if your ass wasn't glorious in these leggings~ this just might work.

You grinned and pulled on one of Henry's tshirts, the grey marines one it was snug and would ride up a little over your tummy showing off your bubble but that you felt was your best feature. And then padded downstairs, henry. Was in the large garden trying to teach the boys how to play rugby... Wanting to start them young.

You pottered about the kitchen chopping up the salad for tonight. Contrary to what people thought you were not large because you ate to much or did little exercise, you had always been bigger and admittedly since having the boys you had gained a little more weight but not ridiculously, you wasn't dangerously over weight.

You hummed looking out the patio door seeing henry jumping for joy as his boys and Kal played 'rugby' darting across the garden to the tiny rugby post at the end. Moving to Jersey to raise the kids was a brilliant idea, you had a huge country house with the land to go with it. Flat and immaculate that spread around the house in nearly four acres the lawn was mostly to the back and side and cornered off with tall hedge rows then beyond it a cornered off veggie plot and greenhouse and a work in progress chicken coop. Soon there will be a decent sized pond and some ducks... Henry didn't know yet, but if he was allowed to have a stables built four god knows how many horses you were allowed your ducks god dammit.

You grinned watching as henry ran around both the boys with his phone out cheering them on as they tor across the garden wrestling each other for the ball. You had panicked when you were told twin boys but you should have known henry would be able to handle it. It was perfect, days like this when he was home and strived to make his sons lives as magical and fun as he could, everyday was a holiday when dad was home.

You shook your head seeing the boys both lay on the floor in the shade completely tuckered out from the mornings fun. Henry can into the kitchen and you held your breath quickly bending over the counter a tad more then normal hoping to get a favourable reaction from your husband. But you couldn't help the tinge of doubt  what if he didn't like them? Or thought you looked bigger then you were?

"Hey sweetheart are the boys fruit shoots in the fri-oh sweet baby Jesus" he coughed cutting himself off  and took a half step back as he came in the kitchen. You giggled and turned to him then nodded your head to the fridge.

"Yeah their in there love" you said smirking and blushing as you saw him eyeing your ass tilting his head slowly down trying to get a better look at your ass making you bite your lip.

"Err yeah yeah... I... hold that thought" he said snapping out of it holding a finger up at you and looked to his phone.

"You just stay right were you are- no nope over bend over again babe... fuck me how did I get such a sexy little mama~" he growled one hand swiping over his screen. You flushed and wriggled our hips a little as you leant forward feeling on top of the world as he openly gawked at your ass. For a second you thought he was taking a photo and made to move wanting to snap up right but he napped his fingers to you pointing for you to get back down and brought the phone to his ear.

"Henry what are you?-" you tried standing once more but he crossed the kitchen pressing himself up against your ass and rocked slowly making you mewl as his bulge pressed against your ass half hard already. Henry huge hand pressed you down on the counter before him and winked then he spoke as who ever was on the phone answered.

"Hey mum, hi can you come get the boys?" He asked and you gasped at him shaking your head at him laughing. He wasn't palming the kids off to their grandparents because he wanted a midday fuck! Not that Marie-Ann would mind, she loved hosting the kids and frequently showed up out of the blue and took them out for the day. She was adamant that both you and henry still had alone time.

"No, no everything's all right I just- somethings come up~" he smirked and you laughed loud shaking your head at him, he was a little bugger! He wriggled his brows at you and nodded then flushed stuttering for a few comments.

"I.. No no of course not mum... muuuum stop- well yeah... yes I know you were young once-oh shit no I didn't mean of course your still young! Your in your prime! Okay yes, yes I promise to try my hardest... yes okay, see you in ten okay love you bye... bye mum I will. Yes I will mum bye" he muttered slowly moving through being embarrassed, shy and strangely confident before hanging up.

"Soo the boys are going out?" You giggled finding the way he reacted ridiculously cute. It wasn't what you expected, maybe a kiss on the cheek and a slap on the ass. But not him shipping the kids off for the day.

"And staying over night" Henry muttered moving both hands to your ass and squeezed and rolled the cheeks about making you squeak and try rising on your tip toes but he just growled following pressing a kiss to your neck.

"And what have we agreed to for this mighty generous gift? What have you promised?" You said arching back into him with a teasing tone knowing Marie would make henry pay for the 'young once' comment.

"Oh you know nothing too big just another grandchild, which wont be hard with these in your closet" he chuckled pinging the fabric that clung to your ass like a second skin. You flushed gasping out at him batting him away slowly. But it was a hard fought battle, Henry won easily sliding the cutting board back then let you spin to face him. He quickly hoisted you up onto the counter top behind you and kissed your lips moaning into you before pulling back and pointed at you.

"Right you stay- right here. Don't you move a muscle Mrs Cavill" he said seriously and backed away from you still pointing making you laugh and kick your feet biting your lip before nodding. Henry backed up to the back door and called out to the boys.

"Boys come on! Your going to grandmas for a sleep over! Go pack a bag, jammies, tooth brush and clothes for tomorrow! Come on mush hop it or cop it!" he called you smiled hearing two high pitch excited voices squealing at the thought of grandma. She spoilt them rotten. They dashed into the house quickly running past the both of you giggle as henry tried playfully nudging them on the bottoms with his foot when they ran through the kitchen to dart up the stairs and pack an overnight bag. Henry slunk out of the kitchen following the boys but kept glancing back at you.

"Remember right there babe, been too long since we fucked in here~" he growled making you flush remembering the last time you'd made love in here. It'd been when you were pregnant, the day you moved in before you redecorated you'd had Chinese take out and then made love in every room in the house.

"I'll be right here love I promise, now... You might want to sort yourself out before answering the door to your mother~" you teased pointing to the large lump in the front of his shorts making him grunt and cup himself trying to reposition himself and left the kitchen to help the boys pack.

You can safely say, these leggings were a success. You were definitely leaving a five star review... You did however regret not filming his reaction for tiktok. Honestly you didn't even have the app your sister in law had shown you and you thought it'd be something fun to try with Henry. You may just get more than you bargained for though, not that you minded... You just hoped you had a girl this time, it was about time to try and even things out a bit.

[donutloverxo]

Just for Mrs Barber

Note - Written for @chrissquares @drabblewithfrannybarnes and @amythedvdhoarder 's hoelentine's fic swap challenge! My giftee was the beautiful @kaminorogers . I hope you all like it.

Shoutout to beard kinks resident hoe @sweater-daddiesdumbdork for all her help with this and to my dear friend lizzygal (link to ao3) for the beta.

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your husband buys you kinky gifts (and a whole ass house) for your anniversary/valentines.

Warnings - 18+ only please! Explicit sexual content, beard kink, bondage, blindfold, dom!Andy.

Pairing - Andy Barber x reader

Word count - 2.6k

You were sure you heard Linda say something, her voice was mixed up in the background noise of everyone chatting and some music. You couldn’t really listen, not when your husband decided that he was going to look that good and distract you, keeping you from being a good hostess.

Andy always looked good. He could roll out of bed and look good enough to eat—although maybe you were a bit biased. He was one of those people who just didn’t realize how handsome he was.

Maybe he had some sort of eyesight problem, because looking at him now. With his hair made up and beard neatly trimmed, wearing a cream sweater and some dark jeans, the whole ensemble was so basic but he pulled it off so well. His pink lips looked so delicious as they sipped on a beer.

“Mrs Barber.”

You gasped when you heard Linda call out to you, clearing your throat you looked back at her. “Yes?”

“I love what you’ve done with the house, it’s so beautiful.”

A genuine smile graced your face as you thanked her. Andy had asked you what you wanted for your first wedding anniversary, you nonchalantly told him that you wanted the most picture perfect and cosy house in the suburbs. That you were too tired of the noise and pollution of the city and longed to have a garden of your own.

Also, a bigger house would be much better if you ever have any youngins. But you didn’t tell him that. Not yet.

You were just being yourself--kind of a spoilt brat. Which shouldn’t have surprised him because he was the one to spoil you with his love and affection and the occasional material gifts.

You absolutely did not expect him to actually buy you a big ass house. It wasn’t too big if you thought about it. Just a master and two smaller bedrooms, which was what you preferred. You didn’t want to have any distance from your husband. Be it physical or emotional.

The backyard was most spacious. You could probably fit a beautiful gazebo there. But you planned on growing your own vegetables and make delicious meals as a thank you to Andy everyday for the rest of your lives. You had put your heart into decorating every single nook and cranny of the house. Having it be appreciated was most flattering.

“Thank you,” you smiled.

“Your husband is so handsome,” she observed and you only hummed as you looked over at him. He most definitely was. “And he helped you with cooking and setting up.”

“Yes, he did. He always helps. He isn’t one for parties but he indulged me by letting me throw this one,” you told her.

Andy wasn’t that enthusiastic about hosting a barbeque for neighbors who were basically still strangers for your anniversary/valentines. He preferred to have you to himself but with some kisses and cuddles, batting your brand-new eyelash extensions, and convincing he finally gave in.

“Mrs Barber,” Linda grinned, putting her hand on your elbow, “You’re drooling.”

“Oh, I am?” you quickly looked over at her, after admiring how perfect your husband’s ass looked in those damn jeans.

“That’s alright, I promise I won’t tell,” she winked, “you’re both so cute.”

You were gushing some more about Andy, how amazing he was and how the honeymoon phase never seemed to end for you both. But you straightened up when you saw him approaching you.

“Honey,” he said, “We’re out of ice.”

“Oh, I thought we had enough... I’m sure we could do without it,” you shrugged.

Andy snaked a hand around your waist, sipping on his beer as he looked down at you, so much more comfortable by your side. He frowned when he heard the guys calling for him, reluctant to leave your side but you nudged him and told him to go socialise.

“I’ll make it worth your while, later tonight,” you whispered to him.

He pressed his lips to your temple, the scratch of his beard against your skin making you gasp. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said against your face which was heating up by his uncharacteristic public display of affection.

After cleaning up you were finally getting ready for bed. Wiping your make up before taking your diamond studs off.

“We made so many friends too,” you wondered out loud. “It was a success in my book! I hope I was a good hostess.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, you were. Come here now.” You saw him in your dressing tables mirror, extending an arm to you and inviting you to him.

“Um, well, maybe give me a moment,” you stammered, heat creeping up your neck as you scurried off to the bathroom while he called out for you.

He frowned, you never had any problem changing clothes in front of him or being naked and in so many compromising positions before him, so why now?

“Honey, I appreciate this, I really do, but.. maybe we can just do something else,” he told you, holding onto your hand which was massaging his shoulder and kissing your knuckles. He thought it was nice of you to offer a back rub, after the day he had had he needed it, but he wanted something more than that... “I’m hungry,” he licked his lips.

“I can cook something up for you, a post-dinner snack maybe,” you offered.

“No baby,” he chuckled, “Hungry for YOU.”

He kissed the crook of your neck, sucking on a spot he knew drove you wild but then frowned when he didn’t get the reaction he desired from you, in fact you felt a little... stiff.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he looked into your eyes.

“I was actually wondering if we could try something new...”

“Like what?” he pouted. He was a bit concerned, whenever you both had tried something new, it didn’t really go well.

There was that time you slipped and sprained your ankle during a very taxing session in the shower, when you surprised him at his office but then you were caught by his assistant—to this day he still can’t look her in the eye, when you insisted on tying him up but he ended up breaking free of the cuffs and spending the night ravaging you instead.

His unenthusiastic response was clearly not what you wanted as you blinked, disappointed evident on your face, “Nothing,” you shook your head, “now, where were we?” a salacious grin on your lips.

He hadn’t really tried to press on to see what your new suggestion was. He knew he wasn’t the most interesting man in the world. He wasn’t always as easy going as you were. How he even managed to get someone like you was something he could never comprehend.

“Are you ready for your surprise, baby,” came your voice from the master bathroom, “Here I come.”

You twirled before him, showing off your brand new fiery red babydoll. Which cost a pretty penny since it was the season of love.

“Whoa, you look gorgeous... what did I ever do to deserve you...” he wondered as his gaze raked you over.

“It’s actually the other way around,” you waved him off, climbing on the bed, “It’s time for your gift, Mr Barber.”

You took the book he was reading from his hands, setting it beside him and he hummed as you kissed his cheek.

“Actually...” he held onto the curve of your hips, squeezing just a little bit.

“Hm?”

“I have a surprise for you, sweetheart.”

That got your attention. You pulled away from his face, your soft lips still tingling from the coarseness of the hair on his face. “Oh?” Your heart fluttering in excitement. “You didn’t have to. You already bought us a home...” You said in a small voice, your fingers playing with the collar of his t-shirt.

“Oh, believe me, honey, it’s not just for you,” he smirked.

You watched, your fingers drumming along your bare thigh in anticipation as he went through his dresser.

“Since you want to try new things,” he said with his back to you, pulling something out of the dresser, “I figured this might be the perfect opportunity.”

You gasped when you saw, what looked like was a red silk tie and a dark blindfold.

“Wow.” Was all you could say. You had tried to get Andy to watch fifty shades with you and while he didn’t really say it, you knew that he wasn’t really into the movie or the kinky sex. He could barely stay down when you used cute pink fluffy handcuffs on him.

“I hope you can be a good girl for me,” his eyes dark as he stalked towards you, “and stay still. You never do... I always have to hold you down so this should make things easier... hands,” he commanded, his authoritative tone leaving no room for disobedience, as you held your hands out for him, gulping a lump of air and watching his hands tie an intricate knot around your wrists.

“It’s soft...” You wiggled your wrists testing the ties strength.

“Of course it is, I want you to be comfortable, princess,” he kissed your forehead, smoothing a hand over your scalp, he looked at the blindfold and then at you, “It’ll be kinda hard for me to not look into your eyes,” his brow furrowed as he put the blindfold over your head, the elastic stretching and then settling behind your ears till you all you could see was black, “Let me know if you need me to stop... or if you need anything.”

“Yes,” you nodded, pouting when you heard him pulling his tshirt off. You were so excited about the dirty sex that you didn’t even think about this--not being able to see Andy naked. You were about to whine about it but he pushed you back till you were lying on the mattress.

“This is all so exciting...” you whispered, having no idea what he was doing or was about to do, if he was looking at you or elsewhere.

“I know, honey, now you just let me take care of you.” You nodded, shivering when you felt the coolness of his wedding band against your thigh, “Sorry baby, are my hands cold?”

“Just a bit...”

You heard him rubbing them together to heat them up for you, before he touched your inner thigh, parting your thighs to make room for him, he pushed your nightie up, exposing your breasts and stiff peaks to him, “So beautiful... and all for me.”

“All for you, Andy,” you tried to close your legs to rub them together, to create some friction to calm the heat between your legs but his hold on you wouldn’t leave you any room to move.

“You need something, honey? You’ll have to use your words to tell me.”

You huffed, although you couldn’t see him you just knew he had a shit eating grin on his face. “Want you to make love to me, Andy,” you fessed up anyway.

“That’s exactly what I’m doing though. This is how I make love, honey,” you gasped as you felt his warm mouth latching on your nipple, his leaking manhood on your thigh.

“Oh...” you tried to arch your back, to pushed more of you into him.

He released your nipple with a pop, “You like that?”

He had never seen you like this, never knew he wanted you like this--so helpless and completely at his mercy. Writhing under him and craving him so badly, snaking a hand between your legs, “You’re so wet, honey,” he observed as he spread your slick around your lips, pulling a desperate whimper from you.

He sucked his fingers clean, you tasted so sweet, like honey.

He pinned your tied hands above your head when you tried to raise them to touch him, “No baby, you know the rules for tonight. I thought you wanted to be my good girl.”

“I do!” you whimpered again, your body shaking and writhing in his hold.

His poor girl, he knew how hard it must be for you. How you were obsessed with his beard. Sometimes He wondered if you loved it more than you loved him. He hadn’t shaved it off since he had met you.

“Then stay still, and you will be rewarded,” he promised you, pushing a finger inside you as he rubbed his beard against your sensitive nipples which seemed to set you off.

“Oh god,” you shrieked but didn’t dare move your arms.

He trailed kisses down your stomach, on your belly button, before settling between your legs and staring at your bare, glistening cunt.

“All this for me?” he wondered again, he didn’t need for you to answer, you were tied up and presented before him, just for him to feast on however he pleased. He sloppily licked as much of your juices as he could.

“All for you...” you shuddered as he rubbed his beard against the skin of your thigh.

Temporarily losing your vision seemed to have heightened everything, was it always so intense when his calloused fingers touched you? When he pushed three of his fingers inside you while whispering the dirtiest things in the world in your ear, rubbing his beard into the crook of your neck till you came around his fingers.

You were still dizzy from your high, you hissed out his name when he pulled his fingers out of you, leaving your cunt so void and empty.

You didn’t have the opportunity to tell him just how amazing that was, “You ready, babe?” You heard him ask as you nodded, his leaking tip against your opening.

He pushed into you, slowly and steadily to draw it out, he always liked taking his time, a woman like you deserved to be treated right. He hovered over you, staring at your face, your sparkling eyes covered by the blindfold, your bottom lip between your teeth, he pulled it out of your mouth with his thumb

“Don’t want you hurting yourself, honey,” he tutted, shaking his head as be sucked on your bruised bottom lip, fully sheathing himself inside you.

You wrapped your legs around his hips, hooking them behind his back, he was so big - the biggest you had ever had and yet it was never enough. Your cunt was greedy. You needed him deep, as deep as he could go. Exploring parts of you no one had seen or touched before. Only he ever would.

His hand circling your hips to pull you up against him as he rocked his hips against yours, “You’re so tight... squeezing me so tight,” he groaned. “You wanna come for me?” He whispered in your ear before nibbling on your earlobe.

“Yes,” you furiously nodded, your orgasm washing over you, dark spots in your vision as you felt your limbs loosen up.

“Hang on for me,” he warned you, holding onto the headboard as he chased his own end.

You sighed, hooking your tied-up hands around his neck as you felt his warm spend fill you up.

“Feels nice,” you mumbled, nuzzling his beard.

He hushed when you whined like the needy little thing that you were as he pulled out of you, untying your bound wrists.

He dimmed the lights before removing your blindfold, “There she is,” he smiled, kissing your temple as you rubbed your eyes. “Did you have fun, honey?” he held onto your chin as he made you turn your head to him, so that he could look into your eyes.

“Mm-hm. We should do this again sometime,” you yawned. You were better at being tied up than him anyway.

“We will. Happy anniversary.”

“Happy Valentine’s.”

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[deja-you]

queen midas

t. jefferson x reader

summary: thomas thinks you’re golden, and sometimes he wishes he wasn’t right.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: this is not how this fic started out. it’s been sitting in my drafts for months, and I only now revived it after listening to Taylor Swift’s album evermore. so Thomas’s perspective is based off Gold Rush, and Y/n’s is based off Champagne Problems. Be warned, this gets angsty :(

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Spending a Sunday in the emergency room wasn’t your idea of a good time. 

A few stitches and a minor concussion didn’t warrant a stay at the hospital, in your opinion. The hospital bed wasn’t exactly comfortable, and it was likely going to be more expensive than a bed at a nice hotel. But here you were. 

“Let’s just sneak out, yeah? They can’t stop me.” 

Thomas rolled his eyes. “You want me to break you out of the hospital, Y/n?”

“That’s exactly what I want you to do.”

“You know what the doctor said. I don’t want you risking your health because you’re bored. Besides, it’s not so bad here.” He shrugged. “You’re being dramatic.”

“It’s not so bad here?” You repeated. “I’m not exactly having fun. I’ve got a concussion and a hospital bill I can’t afford.”

“I offered to pay your hospital bill for you, Y/n.”

“I’m not going to let you do that. I refuse to be a financial burden on you.”

“You could never be a burden.”

“Yes, I could! Sometimes I really think I am. I’m afraid I’m not rich enough to fit into your lifestyle, or not famous enough, or not successful enough,” you admitted.

Thomas took your bruised hand in his and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “You are more than enough. Just you. Only you.”

You stared at him for a minute (and time passed at a rate you couldn’t wrap your head around. Four heartbeats? A lifetime?). He held you like it was everything and looked at you like you was a fireworks display. It made a shiver run down your spine and you had to look away.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know what.” 

He gave you an innocent look.

“Thomas Jefferson, stop looking at me with all that love in your eyes. Just stop that,” you scolded.

“Why can’t I look at my girlfriend like I love her when I do love her?” Thomas asked.

“Because my mom once told me that love is the most important thing, even if it ruins you. I think she’s wrong. It’s not the most important thing. And I think if you keep loving me like that, you’re going to ruin me.”

“You know what I think?” He grins, and it’s this beautiful, radiant grin that you can’t take your eyes off. It warms you from the inside out and you’re certain that this was liquid gold.

You were the one who made him smile like that. As far as you knew, you were the only one who could make him smile like that. So whatever it was that you were doing that made that gorgeous smile spread across his face, you swore you would find a way to keep it up. 

“What do you think?”

“I think you think too much.”

Thomas dropped your hand and stood to his feet. He nudged you over on the hospital bed and climbed in next to you while you protested.

“What are you doing? You’re in your street clothes, you could be infecting all my wounds with germs you picked up outside!” You protested.

He only chuckled and pulled you tightly to his side, peppering your face with kisses. “Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying my company.”

“Thomas,” you groaned. “You can’t cuddle with me. I’m a fragile girl who’s recovering from a car accident. You could break me.”

“I could break you?” Thomas restrained a laugh. “Maybe not like this, but if we remove a few layers of clothing, I could see what I could do...”

“I know I did not just hear you say that. What even... I don’t know what to do with you. Gross. You’re disgusting.” Hopefully Thomas couldn’t feel the heat flooding your face, but you knew he could tell just how flustered he was making you. He did it on purpose.

“I’m just teasin’, Y/n. We’ll save that until you’re feeling better. You’re just so fragile right now.”

“I am!”

“Stop lying to yourself. You’re not fragile. You’re the toughest girl I’ve ever met. You could beat me up if you wanted to.”

“I just might,” you grumbled. 

Thomas raised an eyebrow but let your comment slide. He was content to hold you close and just take in everything. The minimalistic set-up of the hospital room. The sounds of the cars and people on the street below. The feeling of his arms around you, a feeling he had dreamt of often.

“I’m gonna make something of myself one day,” you said quietly.

Thomas rested his chin on your head. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He could feel your words in his chest as you spoke them. “I’m going to be rich and famous. I’m going to be so successful that people will think of you as Mr. Y/n L/n.”

Thomas laughed. “Is that so?”

you tilted your head up to look at him. “You don’t believe me?”

“‘Course I believe you. I know you, Y/n. If you say you’re going to be rich and famous, you’re going to be rich and famous. Just gonna have to get used to the idea of being a trophy husband.” He gave you an easy smile which you returned.

“I think you’ll be a great trophy husband. You’re very pretty. I’ll treat you right, too.”

“How generous of you.”

At some point a nurse comes in. Maybe she scolds the two of you, maybe she smiles sweetly and looks the other way, you don’t remember. You don’t remember much from that hospital bed. Thomas could recount the whole thing. The flavor of pudding you ate. His information he put down as your emergency contact. Your messy hair and that wild look in your eyes. 

But all you could remember was the scent of his tshirt and the soft pattern of his heartbeats. 

Thomas wants to describe you as gold, but he doesn’t know if that’s scientifically correct. 

He’s a fan of biology; Thomas has a green house back home in Virginia where he likes to take not of all the different types of peas that grow there. And while he’s always been a man in pursuit of knowledge, biology has always been his preferred branch of science.

His chemistry teacher - or was it physics? Physics seems right - no, it’s chemistry. Yes, he remembers now. Because of the periodic table of elements, yes, that’s right. Thomas never paid much attention in that class because Martha Skelton always sat a few seats over wearing that perfume and looking nice. But, Thomas vaguely recalls his chemistry teacher discussing the properties of gold. 

It’s a great conductor of electricity. Gold wires are used in computers, or something like that. But it’s rare and expensive. Gold isn’t considered a magnetic material. Because of polar attraction? Is that a thing? Polar molecules? 

Chemistry really wasn’t Thomas’s strong suit. The point was that he saw you as pure gold: rare, captivating, absolutely beautiful. The metaphor was flawed, though, because gold wasn’t a magnetic material, but you had the most magnetic personality Thomas had ever come across. 

You drew people in with just a few lulling words, and before they knew it, you were an all-consuming thought. Every word you said was beautiful, everywhere you went was exciting, and every life you interacted with was better just because you had interacted with it. 

Thomas knew this well, and you did, too. How could someone so radiant as you not see the effect you had on people? No, of course you saw it. And maybe one day your pride would get the better of you, but for now your raw confidence only made you that much more beautiful. 

“Henry! I’m glad I found you,” Thomas said, approaching you and the young politician you were speaking with. 

Patrick Henry turned to face Thomas with a wide grin on his face, something Thomas wasn’t quite accustomed to. “Ah, Jefferson. Ms. L/n tells me that she’s your girlfriend, and I said that can’t be right. How could a guy like you ever land a woman like her? I don’t believe it.”

Thomas wanted to deliver a biting remark to Henry, but the truth was, he couldn’t believe he had ended up with someone so amazing as you, so couldn’t he really be mad. 

He slid an arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “It’s true, Henry.”

Thomas thumb draws patterns against your side, and it’s achingly tender, but you’re on a mission. You can’t be distracted right now. 

“You’ll have to believe it, Patrick,” you give the man an innocent smile. Thomas doesn’t miss the way you call him ‘Patrick’ or the way Henry seems to melt at your smile. “I guess I just have a soft spot for Virginians, it must be the-”

“I’m a Virginian!” Henry interrupts. It’s rude, but you look unbothered by the interruption. Thomas knows you better, he can tell you’re annoyed, but you only give Henry a surprised look that melts into pleasantry.

“That must explain why I find you so charming.” 

It was blatant flirting, and Thomas would’ve been jealous, but he knew you too well. There was some incessant need inside of you to make everyone fall in love with you. It had worked on Thomas, and he was fine with everyone being in love with you (who wouldn’t be in love with you?), so long as the only one you were in love was him. 

When you were out and about, he was Thomas Jefferson and you were the breathtaking Y/n L/n. But if he ever felt insecure or jealous, you would take him home, and you had a way of making him feel like he was the only one who existed. There would no longer be two separate entities, only two souls tied together in something beautiful. And it was everything everything everything. 

But for now it was dinner time, and you allowed Thomas to lead you to the dining room. Patrick Henry is seated across from you, and Thomas keeps a hand on your knee while you continue your witty banter with the men seated around the table. 

Thomas has conflicting views on religion, but if the Greek gods are real, he believes you must have worshipped at their temples, because they favor you. The gods must have blessed you with some holy light, some golden love, something that makes your words sweet like honey and addictive like alcohol. 

Somehow you had twisted your abrasive, contrarian arguments into a lovely flow of diamonds, and the men were drinking it up. Thomas has half the mind to point out the flaws in your argument, but he just wants to watch you smile, your eyes twinkling wonderfully. 

Thomas finds the whole ordeal unpleasant. Not you. No, you make everything better. But he doesn’t care much to continue speaking with the local politicians. It takes too long for dinner to be over, but once it is, Thomas takes you home, and quite literally sweeps you off your feet. Thomas scoops you up into his arms and places kisses against your skin. Existence has been reduced to only the two of you. 

You’re laughing and he’s smiling. It’s a transcendental moment. 

There’s champagne on the counter.

It’s not your favorite kind, but it was expensive. Thomas doesn’t think you’ll care too much about what brand of champagne he bought by the end of the night, it will be the last thing on your mind. He’s right about that. Thomas is wearing a nice tuxedo, and you are absolutely dazzling in that evening gown. He’s prepared a few words to say.

You have also prepared a few words. You take note of the alcohol on the counter, and think it’s all well and good. It’s New Years Eve, and tomorrow will be a brand new year. You’ve got big plans for the upcoming year, and big plans for the future. You made your decision a while ago, and strangely, you aren’t even feeling nervous about it now. 

You have both decided that this is the perfect night. 

“Darling, I-”

But you cut him off. It will be better for the both of you if you get straight to your point. You don’t even want to give him a chance to say something he’ll regret five minutes later. You’re doing him a favor. 

“Thomas, I’m breaking up with you. This just isn’t working out. I don’t have time to be in a relationship with you.”

It’s cruel, you know it. No gentle words to soften the blow, and the announcement came out of nowhere. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad about it. You know this will hurt later, but now you are confident in your choice. You watch as he slowly processes what you’ve said. 

Thomas searches your features for any show of humor, wondering if maybe this is some kind of twisted joke. Eventually he accepts it, and if you’re honest with yourself? You’re disappointed he doesn’t look more devastated. Not that you wanted him to be hurt, it’s just that you thought you’d have had more of an impact on him.  

And you don’t give him much of an explanation beyond that, and Thomas can’t decide if that’s good or not. Because he could’ve loved you for a lifetime, and he had planned too. But you were fine walking out of his life. Some part of Thomas thought he deserved an explanation, but another part of him knew he couldn’t stand to hear one. 

There are words still stuck in his bones.

He doesn’t need to hear anything from you, but there are words still stuck in his bones. Soft words. Words that Thomas wish he had said. Maybe if he had said them, he could’ve convinced you to stay.

Thomas takes the night train so he doesn’t have to be around anyone. Sitting in the felt covered seat, he wonders if he had made the right decision. No, he doesn’t want to be around anyone when the wound is as fresh as it is. But sitting on the train by himself is just as bad because he’s left with only his thoughts.

And a ring. It feels heavy in his pocket, so he takes it out, and opens the velvet box. The ring glistens under the harsh train lights in an almost mocking way. Who knew a diamond and a gold band could make a person feel so much shame and self-loathing? 

Thomas closes the box because he can’t bare to look at it anymore. It’s a good thing he’s the only one in the train car, because his resolve completely shatters. Thomas was never really ashamed of crying, so he knew he was really broken when no tears sprung from his eyes. He slumped in his seat and felt numb. 

He’s completely disconnected from his surroundings. He doesn’t see the city lights outside the window, and he can’t feel the soft rumbling of the train beneath him. He’s been bent before, but Thomas always found a way to put himself back together. He’d never been broken, and as far as he knew, you were the only one who could ever have made him feel this way. 

In an effort to wrestle some kind of meaning back into his existence, Thomas pulls out his phone and absently dials his sister’s number. It doesn’t take long for her to pick up, and though she means well, her excitable so?’s and how did it goes?’s cut into Thomas like a dagger. 

He doesn’t respond immediately and his silence is telling. It shocks his sister into silence as well until she finally mumbles out an apology.

Thomas is more sure now that everything you touch turns to gold. You left your mark on him, cold and unfeeling. He had never wanted to be gold.

[arieswonjin]

8:00 pm / grocery shopping with woobin

pairings: woobin x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 589

warnings: none

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after a few months of dating seo woobin, you could confidently say that the grocery trip you two go on almost every sunday is the highlight of your week. his hectic schedule keeps the both of you from the regular dates, but these little evening trips allow him to do something for the dorm and the members while spending time with you.

and besides, seeing him in his casual attire after his schedules makes your heart flutter nonstop that it almost hurts. the domestic side of him was what made you fall for him in the first place.

“did you wait long?” woobin puts his chin on top of your head, almost catching you off guard as you sat with your drink at a cafe near the mart. you shake your head and smile.

“hey,” as you turn in your seat to get a full view of him, you noticed how simply he was dressed, a 180 degree turn from the fan previews you saw the past few days. “you look cute.”

“why, thank you and right back at you. i put much thought into my outfit today.” he says with a big dorky smile, shrugging and turning around to show off his loose white tshirt, a pair of black jogging pants, and slip-ons which you knew he actually just threw on without paying mind. 

“let’s go?” he extends his hands and waits for you to grab it like you always do. and so your ‘date’ starts. 

inside the grocery store, your conversations are as natural as it can get. how both of your days went, the food he’s planning to cook up for the members, both of your plans for the rest of the week, and the mini discussions over new grocery finds and cooking tips.

“a teaspoon of sugar? in a stew?” you say as you push the cart and follow woobin around as he looks for the items in his mental grocery list.

“babe, it balances the dish. if it was just salty, you’d feel tired of the taste faster.” he explains as he puts back a bag of sugar on the shelf after noticing that it wasn’t the right one. “where’s that brand i always get?” he asks himself as he scans the condiment aisle.

“did you do that the last time you cooked for me?”

“mhm. and you couldn’t stop eating it.” he pulled on the string of your hoodie to tease you and giggled when you flicked his hand away. 

“tch. just be careful with giving me tips. i might end up cooking better than you.” 

both of you can spend hours in the store without getting tired. you watch as he navigates the store without any difficulty, how he stops to think if he missed anything for the members, how he remembers the little things you like (”that crab snack you like is on a 2+2 sale, should we get it?”). 

at the end of each trip, the single thing on your mind was how nice it would be to spend the rest of your sundays exactly like this.

“hmmm. we already got that mint ice cream you wanted and also that ramyeon brand jungmo suggested you try. do you want anything else?” woobin asked, scanning the contents of the shopping cart. 

with your arms propped on the handle of the shopping cart, you simply stared at him with a knowing smile on your face. 

“what?” 

“do you know that you’re husband material?” you teased. 

the blush on his face was priceless.

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a/n: 

this is what a grocery trip does to me nowadays. help. 

hope you guys like this!

[ashyblondwaves]

Drabble idea perhaps (let’s face it I meant this to be a prompt but it turned into a beast)

Wanda wakes up to Vision wrapped around her, which would be normal if he weren’t shaking like a leaf and whimpering in his sleep. She can’t tell what he’s anxiously murmuring into his neck, but his tight grip on her and the tears she can feel drip down her back let her know he is terrified.

Wanda is trapped in his tight but gentle hold, and has to squeeze one of Vision’s arms and gently shake him to wake him up. He jolts awake and phases from the bed to stand in the middle of the room, chest heaving and hands shaking. He grips the edge of a dresser and faces away from Wanda to try and compose himself.

She throws on his tshirt and waddles over to her husband, whose eyes are blank but dripping with tears. She crosses in front of him and grasps his face in her hands, which seems to startle him out of his reverie because he gasps and turns to look at her before taking her hips in his hands and squeezing.

“Honey?” Wanda begins gently, “were you having a nightmare?” And she almost breaks as Vision’s chin quivers and he presses his cheek into her palm. That was all she needed to know she was correct. Over the years his horrifying dreams of a world where Thanos won had made the occasional appearance.

She suspected that her impending due date with their third child had something to do with how on edge they had both been lately.

“It seems I have.” He replied with his eyes closed, nuzzling her palm. “I’m sorry to have woken you, darling.”

“Vizh” she coaxed him to look at her again, “let’s talk about it. Everything we face, we face together, remember?” she flashed him a tiny grin in encouragement.

He could feel the contrast between her warm hand and the coolness of her wedding band on his cheek. He nodded, never breaking her gaze, and was about to drop her waist in favor of leading her bad to bed by the hand, when he heard Wanda wince. As close as they were, his abdomen brushing up against her belly, he could feel the baby jabbing both Wanda and himself relentlessly.

She took a couple of deep breaths like they had practiced, in through her nose and out through her mouth, while Vision looked at her with concern written all over his face.

“Wanda...when I was sleeping I didn’t... are you and the baby ok?” He started stammering, searching for her eyes. He would never forgive himself if he had hurt his family during one of his terror-fueled night time panic attacks.

“All good,” Wanda said on an exhale with an annoyed chuckle. “I think the baby knows her daddy is upset.”

Wanda focused on breathing through the baby’s assault on her insides, eyes closed and concentrating on remaining calm. She heard Vision sigh with relief and shuffle to kneel in front of her.

Vision removed her palms from his face and kissed each one before placing them on his shoulders instead, giving her something to squeeze but giving him more room to “chat” with the baby.

He placed one of his hands on Wanda’s side, thumb stroking her hip bone, while his other gently lifted the hem of her (his) shirt until her belly was exposed. He placed loving, delicate kisses around her navel.

“It’s ok. Mummy and daddy are just fine.” He began, and as he continued whispering calming words to his baby daughter, Wanda’s grasp on his shoulders seemed to loosen and her breathing slowed to normal. “That’s a good girl, thank you for calming down so mummy can rest,” he mumbled into the soft skin of Wanda’s abdomen.

Vision rubbed his thumb over the side of Wanda’s stomach before placing the softest kiss she had ever felt right beside her bellybutton. Once he pulled her (his) shirt back down and kissed her belly over the material once more for good measure.

When he looked back up, both he and Wanda’s eyes were brimming with tears. They shared a watery smile before he got up from his knees and pulled her into a kiss. They were both too exhausted for any further excitement for the evening, but they lost themselves for a few minutes in the way their mouths moved in tandem.

Vision pulled away first and kissed Wanda’s forehead before resting his own where his lips had just been.

“Let’s go lie down darling.” He suggested. He felt Wanda’a nod, and took both of her hands, walking backwards until his knees hit the mattress and he sat down.

He pulled her in after him and helped them both find a comfortable position to curl up against one another. His heart was still pounding, but he found the strength to form words as their joined hands rested on Wanda’s belly.

He made sure to stroke his thumb over her abdomen, keeping all three of them calm, reveling in the warmth of Wanda’s breath on his neck as he began to explain what had terrified him so.

“We were back in Wakanda...”

Thank you once again, this was floating around in my head! Have a good day!

[tamakiamajikistentacles]

Golden Hour {Hawks | Keigo Takami}

She felt so fortunate to have seen the amazing sights that she did—Tokyo lit up at night in the summer and buzzing with activity far below where she stood; flying high around the Three Holy Mountains in the seasons when their splendor was the most breathtaking; the vast expanse of the ocean spread wide in front of her.

But by far the sight she felt the most privileged to have seen and continued to see was the sight of her husband’s bright, warm features backed by the golden hue of the late afternoon sun.

Honey blonde hair haloed by the rays streaming through their balcony window and framed by the rich crimson of his wings painted him as a divine sculpture, truly a man that deserved to be gazed upon in reverence. A real hero in so many regards with his greatness achieved through his training by the Commission, she was the only one who really understood the greatness he had been born with.

Model-like looks hid beneath them a heart that was capable of so much love and tenderness, a person so valuable he had been hidden away by others in power who wanted to control him as something they could build and manipulate to need. He had broken free after turning twenty-three, a bird set free of the too-small cage they kept him in for the largest portion of his life, and while his true self could bleed through in some ways, Hawks held barely a fraction of the human worth of Keigo Takami.

Keigo was the man whose insecurity over battle scars could eat him alive while he told her how lucky he was to have someone as attractive as her, blemishes and all. He was paranoid of his hero image and the fluctuating rankings that had yet to affect him but “it’s only a matter of time” because he wasn’t young and single anymore. He was afraid of losing speed as his career went on and the potential lives lost that would follow.

He was also the man who remembered that on the day they met she was wearing a purple gingham dress and speaking with other sponsors over a plate of maguro finger food. He was more than happy to use his feathers to entertain her younger family members during gatherings, excited to use them for something other than violence. And Keigo Takami was the one before her, bathed in the rich colors of the setting sun.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said, catching his attention.

He turned to her, lips parted slightly in surprise. “I—you… think I’m beautiful?”

“I do,” she replied with a smile as she reached out to brush his hair out of his eyes. “I think you’re beautiful like this, with the sun hitting you just right. It makes you glow.”

His cheeks dusted pink and a small smile curled onto his lips.

“It’s one of my favorite ways to see you,” she added, voice sultry as the hand in his hair traced from his temple down his face, cupping his cheek. He leaned into the touch, his eyes boring into hers.

“What are the other ways you like to see me?” he asked lowly.

“There’s only one other,” she admitted. Her hand dropped from his cheek and down to the loose collar of his old tshirt, hooking into the fabric and tugging lightly. “Take this off and you’re halfway there.”

He slipped his arms from the sleeves and pulled his head out of the top, two red feathers appearing on either side of him to help guide the material’s large openings on the back over his wings to be tossed aside. Running his fingers through his hair, he cocked his head with a smirk.

“Halfway there,” he said cheekily.

With a smile she uncurled her legs from beneath her and rose up from the couch, turning towards the hallway that led to their bedroom. Reaching a hand out to him, he placed his palm in hers and stood to follow as she began walking. Once in their bedroom he closed the door behind him, an unnecessary task but one that he always made sure to do; inside was for the two of them only, safe and warm away from anyone else.

He dropped his hand and held her steady by the shoulders when she tried to turn around, his chest pressed against her back. Light kisses were placed at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder, and her head lolled back to rest against his collar bone.

She sighed and feeling the smile against her skin, grinned. “You’re still only halfway there, feathers.”

He barked out a laugh, his breath fanning out over the back of her neck as he pulled back slightly. Large, warm palms snuck below the hem of her shirt, smoothing over the skin of her stomach and tracing the familiar shape of her body, indulging himself only for a moment before removing her top and leaving her upper half bare.

“Let a man take his time,” he said in a hushed tone, his hands coming up to cup her chest as he pressed against her once more. A slow roll of his hips and a firm squeeze to her chest let any argument she could have had die on her tongue.

Instead she let out a quiet moan and arched her back at the feeling of his movements. “Mmm, Keigo…”

“Keep saying my name like that,” he groaned, stepping them forward to the bed.

She followed his lead, crawling up the large expanse of pillows and blankets before turning and lying back. At the sight of her husband moving up towards her, his entire body bathed in the golden light once more from their bedroom window, her breath hitched.

“Keigo,” she murmured, surging forward to throw her arms around his neck and pull him into a hard kiss. He fell onto his forearms above her, the majority of his weight supported by his arms but still a pleasant and welcome press against her body.

Desperate breaths between the clashing of teeth and tongues grew steadily heavier, and one of his hands drifted down to tug at her underwear and sweatpants. She shifted her hips to allow him to push them further down her legs and kicked them aside as soon as they were low enough, laying herself completely bare below him.

Still holding her close, his hand drifted back between her hips where he could feel just how much she wanted him. A cute little gasp escaped her at the first brush of his fingers on her clit and her arms tightened their hold around him, her nails forming shallow indents across his shoulders.

He kept his lips on hers to swallow the pleasure-filled noises as his thumb drew languid circles on her clit and his fingers curled into her, moving in a slow rhythm to prepare her for him. Though their more passionate moments were always his favorite, he could honestly say that the buildup was a close contender. To be able to coax her closer and closer to the edge with only his fingers made pride swell in his chest, knowing that he was the only one who could do it and would continue to be the only one for the rest of their lives.

The whines that had begun quietly grew louder as his fingertips found the perfect spot within her and he made sure to hit it at least every other motion. When she tightened around his fingers and her breathing sped up, her heart hammering in her chest hard enough for him to feel it, he gradually lessened the pressure against her clit and pulled his fingers from her completely.

He ground his clothed hips down against hers as he slowed their pace, dragging out the moment to savor the way they fit together so well even like this. But he knew it wouldn’t satisfy them for long, and with one last swipe of his tongue against her bottom lip he pulled back and stood to remove his own underwear and sweats, his wings fluffing out behind him.

“How many times have I had you like this?” he asked breathlessly, his hands sliding up her calves. “How many times have I been lucky enough to see you spread out so pretty for me?”

Her lips quirked up in a tiny smile as a pink blush dusted her cheeks; his words never failed to make her feel as if she were the only woman in the world he could ever look at with such love and passion. Early in their relationship she worried that it was an act like the ones he had put on for so many years because of the Commission’s training, but over time she began to understand that the depth of his emotion were so foreign to him that he truly did hold such wonder when expressing them.

“Could keep you in this bed forever,” he continued as he came to drape himself over her again. “What d’ya say we see if we can have us a chick or two, huh? Fill this nest up with little ones?”

“We will,” she murmured, “but not yet, Keigo.”

He traced a finger down her upper arm, the flash of disappointment not going unnoticed as he hummed, knowing that beneath her skin lay the tiny device in the way of his plans. “One year, two months.”

“Plenty of time to perfect our technique,” she said coyly, her intention to bring him out of his head.

A grin blooming across his face let her know that she was successful, and soon enough the grin was hidden in the crook of her neck and those same teeth were scraping against her skin. She whimpered at the feeling and a low, pleased rumble vibrated within his chest; with him pressed against her it harmonized with the wild beating of her heart.

With one hand between her and the mattress cradling her close, he slid his other hand down her side to prop her hips up so he could position himself properly.

“So good for me,” he whispered as his hips rolled forward until they were flush against her own, his wings lowering around them as if to hide their intimate moment from the rest of the world.

Her legs came to wrap around his waist to pull him just that much deeper, one thigh still supported by his hand and she moaned softly, causing him to look up from her neck to see the blissful expression on her face—eyes half-lidded as she gazed up at him through her lashes and her lips parted in a tiny ‘o’ shape.

Below him, she could only look on in awe as the dying light of day continued to filter through the window and highlight the man she felt privileged to call her husband.

“You’re so beautiful, the only one for me,” he told her, pulling back only to push forward and set a slow, steady pace. Gentle kisses were peppered across her cheeks as each time he filled her completely he paused to grind his hips against hers, the sensual drag against her clit absolutely perfect.

His name fell from her lips like an incantation, small gasps not breaking the spell of encouragement each syllable of his name created. The slow pace was maddening but was building the pleasure pooled low in her stomach.

“I love you,” she murmured breathlessly, catching his lips in a desperate kiss, “I love you, Keigo.”

A shudder ran through him and his rhythm faltered only to resume with faster thrusts of his hips, the new pace causing her to arch into him more. He held her tight against him, grinding more harshly each time he bottomed out within her.

“Fuck, I love you,” he panted as his nose bumped against hers. “I love you so much. Are you close, sweetheart? You’ve got me so close.”

“Please, Keigo,” she whimpered, clutching him harder and feeling the coiled muscles working beneath his skin.

The hand on her thigh moved between her legs, two fingers easily finding her clit and giving firm strokes to match the speed of his hips, driving her that much closer to her peak. “I’ve got you, baby, I know what you need.”

It only took the combination of his movements another moment before she was crying out his name and digging her nails hard into his shoulders, pure bliss washing over her completely. The sensation of her release around him threw Keigo over the edge too, his hips pressed flush against her own as he gave everything he had to her. His wings jerked back, flaring out to their full length in a beautiful arc behind him.

Together they lay amongst the rumpled sheets, chests heaving almost in synch as they basked in the floating afterglow of the moment they had shared. Golden hues continued to dance along the walls of their bedroom, yet still the most precious thing in the room was her husband. She wasn’t sure if anything could ever shine brighter than Keigo Takami.

[bibelothug]

Black Lives Matter

Hi, nice to meet you!

My name is Ayumi Konno, and I am the founder of Bibelot, an online shop selling apparel, picture books and miscellaneous goods. I am also the mother of a 10 month old baby.

After hearing about the death of Mr. George Floyd, I started to learn more about racial discrimination against black people in the United States and began to wonder what I personally could do to fight against racism.  I decided to collaborate with artists to create T-shirts that will spark discussions and bring awareness to this issue. 

History and current status of discrimination against black people in America

In America, black people have suffered discrimination for a very long time, and this racist oppression continues today. 

Forced into slavery in the 17th century in America, black people continued to experience racism even after slavery was abolished in 1865. 

After that, Jim Crow laws did not recognize black people as having the same rights as white people, and separated black people from white people in public institutions (schools, buses, toilets, etc.).

Image reference:  zinnedproject.org

In America’s history, there are many instances of black people being murdered. As a new parent, learning about the following injustice of the murder of Mary Turner in particular left an impact on me. 

The murder of Mary Turner, who lived in Georgia in 1918.

On May 18, 1918, a man named Hayes Turner was murdered by a mob of white people after a white landowner was killed. 

His wife Mary Turner denounced the mob who killed her husband and in response was murdered brutally by the mob. Despite being 8 months pregnant, she was lynched, her body strung up on a tree, set on fire, and her unborn child murdered. 

In 1865, Article 13 of the US Constitution was passed, abolishing slavery. However, violent racism persisted and mob lynchings and burning of black people’s houses  by the KKK (white supremacist organization) was rampant.

The Jim Crow laws that enforced racial segregation continued until the Civil Rights Law was enacted 56 years ago.

Discrimination is not a thing of the past, it continues today. 

Image reference:  humanevents.com

Today, many black people in America live with the fear of being arrested for no reason and beaten by the police, even in the midst of their daily activities whether it’s going out to take a walk, or even sleeping at home. 

Article 13 of the Constitution abolishes slavery, but does not apply to those sentenced to prison.

Even innocent people or those who have been arrested for misdemeanors and who cannot afford bail are sentenced to work jobs receiving hourly wage of the equivalent of 15 to 150 yen, not eligible for social security benefits. 

Percentage of population living in poverty (2018): 8.1% white, 20.8% black

Wealth disparity (2017): Median wealth of white households is 10 times that of black households

According to the statistical results from 2013 to 2019, although 76.3% of the American population is white and 13.4% is black, black people are three times more likely than white people to be killed by police. Of those killed by police, black people were 1.3 times more likely to be unarmed than white people. 

 Reference Reference: Mapping Police Violence｜Mapping Police Violence

And systematic racism afflicts black people today. 

Please see this video for a summary of this project and institutional discrimination in below.

Discrimination in Japan

Many people may think that this has nothing to do with Japan and that racism against black people does not even exist in Japan. 

However, it has become clear that across generations in Japan, stereotypes and prejudices against black people exist. 

It’s theorized that in the wake of the second world war, one of the ways that Japan sought to bolster its reputation amongst Western countries was adopting America’s racist attitudes towards black people. In essence, they joined white America in viewing black people as the common enemy. 

To this day, that affects how black people are portrayed in Japanese media, which all too often is via racist stereotypes and caricatures. 

Why I decided to start this project

The murder of Mr. George Floyd on May 25th by a white police officer was the incident that moved me to do something. 

After learning about George Floyd’s murder,  I contacted a black friend, watched the video of the incident and read to try to understand what had happened and why. 

Ashamed that I did not know about the suffering so many people experience at the hands of systematic racism today, I thought that I could do something and started planning this project.

If I want to help my black friend, I understood that I have to be part of systemic change. 

I felt that systemic change requires the power of many, not just of a minority, not just of those in the United States,  but many people all over the world, including Japan.

What I want to achieve with this project

For racism to be abolished and for our world to be one where no child or adult experiences discrimination or discriminates against anyone in any country. 

With that in mind, I want to start by understanding and learning, and talking with others more. 

So, I made a T-shirt with two artists to help start the conversation.

My hope is that through this project, through these Tshirts and artworks, people can discuss, share and learn.

Massage from Friend

I am so encouraged. Friends around the world are rising up. My friend Ayumi said when she started learning about systemic racism she was ashamed she didn’t know before. But by googling, watching movies, reading books, talking to friends, she is an example that we can always learn. It is never too late to learn. I am grateful, too, that she has so eagerly joined in doing the work, and sharing what she’s learning with others in her community esp those who are mostly Japanese-speaking.We shall over come!

Use of funds

T-shirt production cost: JPY 1500-2000 depending on the number of orders received

Transportation costs and tariffs from the UK: Approximately 20,000 yen

Return shipping cost: Approximately 20,000 yen (when 100 pieces are shipped by mail)

Kenzo's design fee: 25,000 yen (500 yen x 50 pieces)

All other proceeds will go to the Black Lives Matter movement. 

Schedule of delivery

September 1 Preorder begins

September 30 Preorder finishes

October 1 Final order of T-shirts 

Estimated shipping from Bar One Clothing in England in late October

As soon as Tshirts arrive, they will be shipped out in November

Donation made to the BLM movement after completing shipping of Tshirts in late November

We will announce the specific BLM organizations and report the total donation amount on this note, Bibelot's instagram account, and YouTube Hug Fuku Channel.

I will be placing the final order on October 1st, so please complete payment by then. Please transfer money to PayPal.

 Collaboration T-shirt with Kenzo

￥3500

Collaboration T-shirt with artist Kenzo

After George Floyd's murder, I contacted my black friends, and was introduced to Kenzo, a black artist living in Ogasawara. A pointillist artist, Kenzo’s artwork is amazingly painstaking. 

Only the stippled area is printed on the silk screen. Both men's and women's Tshirts will be printed on organic cotton Tshirts called Earth Positive, which are produced using only renewable energy. The material is very soft to the touch and comfortable to wear.

From KENZO This picture holds a lot of meaning for. I have never thought so much about a single drawing. It stirs up a lot of emotions in me. 

The importance of black life does not mean that black life is more important than anyone. A symbol of unity, and solidarity. It’s about standing up for someone who is suffering. The person who cried "I CANT BREATHE". A person who is treated like an animal rather than a human.

This is not just an American problem. It affects the whole world.

Can you imagine a world in which you are afraid of the people who are supposed to support and protect you?

Even when they are victims and should be the ones receiving protection, they must fear their own lives from those who are supposed to protect them. 

This is the world in which we, people of color, have to live.

But there is hope. People all over the world are standing up with us. With Black Lives Matter they are standing up for the right thing!

This drawing is meant to shed light on those who fought for us and keep fighting with us! It has a little history and represents what I think #blacklivesmatter represents.

With this, I hope you share it with your friends and help them get out of it. It takes a total of 139 hours to complete and is made entirely of dots. With each dot I thought of all the people of color who are suffering from oppression.

Collaboration T-shirt with NAO HIGA

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I asked HIGA NAO (Bonmu) to design the women's T-shirt.

NAO-san wanted to donate her work in support of the movement. 

Nao's paintings depict brown-skinned women. For Nao, brown is the color of nature and is very beautiful.

NAO HIGA (Bonmu)

Born in Miyagi

After 10 years as a graphic designer and illustrator in Tokyo, she moved to Kumejima, Okinawa, and expresses the inspiration that she received from the natural scenery and life of the island through silkscreen.

She shares, “Currently, I am engaged in daily production activities in Yanbaru, where the rich nature of the main island of Okinawa remains.”

✴︎ NAO's thoughts on the project ✴︎

“While I have lived so far, I have witnessed scenes of discrimination, of varying severity, in various places.

My world started to move little by little as a result of these incidents. 

I think the world will definitely change if each one of us can pay attention to what is happening. 

And I want to leave a peaceful and bright future without discrimination for future children! With these feelings, I resonated with the aim of the project and so I wanted to participate.”

How to preorder Tshirts

If you would like support this project and reserve a Tshirt, please e-mail info@bibelot.jp (Please be sure to add this address to your contacts so that you can receive emails) If you do not receive a reply within 3 days, please check the settings again and resend.

To make your reservation,  copy and past the following text:

① Kenzo or Nao Higa (Only write the designer whose Tshirt you would like)

②Size (Please choose from MEN’S: Small, Medium, Large or WOMEN’s: Small, Medium, Large) ③ Color (white or black)

④ Your name

⑤ Address

⑥ Phone number

⑦ Message of support for this project (optional)

(Please note that we may anonymously share your message on SNS.)

I will be placing the final order on October 1, so please complete payment by then. Please transfer money to the following account; Paypal

If you have any questions, please feel free to contact us.

Finally

I grew up in Japan and still live in Japan. I just quit the company and started a shop, so I can't afford it. But I thought there was something I could do for this problem. Nowadays, there are many people who do not have black friends around them, so many of them may not be able to catch themselves.

I think this is a story that is relevant to you when you think about the future, not the fire on the opposite bank.

During the internationalization, my child may marry a black man and his grandson may have dark skin.

I want my children and grandchildren to be rewarded for their efforts to avoid discrimination when they go abroad.

There are many social problems, but let's start from what we can do.

And many black people are still being treated badly and unable to get out of a difficult environment.

Analyze how you feel, investigate, talk to people, share on SNS, make donations, buy.

I think there is some courage in what you think of. I want you to be brave and take a step forward.

Many people have cooperated since the end of May. I've been working for this project, and I'm really happy to hear that I'm in agreement.

We hope that you can participate in the change in the world by empathizing and supporting us.

 Self-introduction

Ayumi Konno

Born in 1991

Born in Hitoyoshi City, Kumamoto Prefecture Up to 6 years old Shizuoka City, Shizuoka Prefecture 6 to 18 years old Raised in Omihachiman City, Shiga Prefecture

I have a childhood friend with the blood of Brazil and Japan, and I want to talk to people from various countries who have an interest in multiculturalism by studying abroad in China in the first year of high school and have an interest in multiculturalism.

Going to Toronto alone at the age of 19 to study the dream of wanting to be a used clothing store

Worked for a secondhand clothing wholesale company in Toronto, but after being shocked by a discriminator, he left the company.

After returning to Japan, I want to go to a place with nature

Worked at a hotel on Iriomote Island in Okinawa, or settled in the mountain of Hakuba in Nagano

Volunteer in 2012 to visit Miyagi prefecture and meet her current husband and marry in 2014

Worked at an apparel company since 2013 and experienced recruitment with a store manager and personnel department.

I was planning to return to work after giving birth and taking childcare leave in 2019,

Decided to retire in 2020 and set up my own store in May

We are struggling to communicate social and environmental issues through clothes and books so that we can become aware of them

[roosterart-blog]

Not for teacher.

He didn't know exactly how he got here. Well, he did but that didn't make it any less baffling. He stared across at his unusual lunch date and recounted the past few hours.

Mike woke up that morning pretty blah. He was on vacation but all his friends had gone out of town to family. He didn't have anything productive to do and lacked the mental bandwidth to just veg on Netflix. He figured he'd hit the gym early and see where his day took him. He had a productive lift. He didn't hit any PRs but he got a nice pump. He took some pics for instagram and got dressed. It was time for breakfast so he went to a Cafe for some eggs and a coffee. He entered the shop and that's where things went awry.

Mrs. Winter the ice queen. She had been his history teacher in 12th grade. Everyone hated her she was strict to the point of cruelty. She had taken a particular interest in him, making his year a living hell. The real kicker was that at the end of the year she had married Mr. Hann his favorite teacher. Mr. Hann taught math and had opened new doors for him. He owed all of his lifetime math skills to Mr. Hann. To think that rotten bitch was with him was an unthinkable mind fuck.

It took a moment for her to see him but when she did a cruel grinch smile twisted up the corners of her perfectly painted lips. She was impossibly hot, that was for sure. She had a vicious beauty like a comic super villain. She reminded Mike of poison Ivy. Red hair red lips and a body that dropped Jaws. Mr. Hann was more like a Clark Kent. Subtle, demure, a little clumsy, endearing, and built like a truck. He always wore glasses and moccasins a button down and dad jeans. Noone knew how or why they had gotten together.

She got her coffee and walked purposefully over to Mike. She greeted him enthusiastically as if she was unaware of his seething hatred, or didn't care. She asked what he was doing and sneered a little when he told her. Gawd he just wanted to slap her, beat her, and hate fuck her into a coma. As if she could read his mind she said matter of factly, "you want to hurt me." His face must have given away his answer because she said "good, come with me."

Mike felt pulled to follow her. He wanted to walk away and never see her again but some invisible string seemed to be guiding his movement. As they left the coffee shop she said nonchalantly "maybe you can make yourself useful, you really were a poor student." FUCK!

Mike was lost in a fog of rage. He didn't remember getting in her car but here he was outside her house. The house she shared with Mr. Hann. I shouldn't be here he thought. She ushered him inside and before he could stop her kissed him deeply. He pulled away and she slapped him. His head rang as she pulled him back into her kiss. Mike violently grabbed her hair and kissed her back. He took control slamming her against the nearest wall. Her hands were all over his back clawing and pulling at his clothes. He grabbed her wrists, slammed them against the wall, and began biting her neck. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her body into his. He stepped back and spun her around. He pressed her face into the wall as he found the zipper on her dress. He unzipped it and pulled it over her head leaving her in a black lace bra and green lace panties. She kicked off her heels and he spanked her hard on her round bottom. She hopped up wrapping her legs around his waist and pointed towards the bedroom upstairs. Mike stumbled his way up and when he arrived threw her onto the bed. He took off his Tshirt, popped off his loafers, and shimmied out of his shorts. He stood there in his bikini briefs and watched her admire his athletic body. In that moment he remembered Mr. Hann. "Fuck I shouldn't be doing this" he said aloud. Mike closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. That's when he felt her hand.

She practically pushed him over onto the carpeted floor. She made eye contact with him, her wicked smile never leaving her lips. She rubbed him through the material of his drawers. He didn't remember ever being so hard in his life. He felt like a water balloon that was ready to burst. Just as he thought he might cum pain flooded. She squeezed his balls so hard he lost his breath. Before he could shout in pain she locked his mouth with hers. She pulled down his underwear and shifted her panties aside and amidst his pain Mike felt himself enter her. She began to ride him. Shifting up and then violently slamming down on his pelvis. His abs ached as he tried to find his breath. It was then that Mike heard the door. "Get off me" he whispered. "I think your husband is home" but that didn't stop her, in fact she picked up pace. He could feel his barriers fall and the knowledge he was about to be caught turned Mike on ten fold. He was aware of the footsteps up the stairs, heard them near the door and just as Mr. Hann entered Mike turned her over, pulled out and blew his load all over her stomach.

Mike looked up and saw Mr. Hann staring in surprise. But what was most surprising was what happened next. Mr. Hann began to unbotton his shirt. He dropped his jeans revealing that he was commando. His girthy cock flopped out like it had been held hostage in that denim cage. When Mr. Hann was completely undressed he silently got on all fours. Mike watched Mr. Hann unsure of what was going on. That's when Mrs. winter-Hann got out a paddle. He watched amazed as she spanked Mr. Hann with that paddle. He saw tears rolled down Mr. Hann's face, his smile indicating these were tears of joy. Mrs. Winter pointed for Mike to sit on the bed and watch. He obeyed and continued to watch the debacle in stunned silence. She continued to spank Mr. Hann until a drop of precum fell from his stiff cock onto the carpet. She then went to the dresser and got a large strap on. She dropped a gob of lubricant on Mr. Hann's puckered hole and entered him. She f#cked him senseless yelling profanities at him. Calling him a little bitch and a slut. Mr. Hann said nothing just groaned in pleasure. Mike. Just watched in stunned silence. He could feel his erection returning. She rammed Mr. Hann and clawed at his back till he finally shot a heaping load all over the floor.

Mike watched Mr. Hann panting as Mrs winter pulled the dildo out of his slick ass. He was surprised at how aroused he had become so soon after his last orgasm. Mrs. Winter threw the strap on aside she walked over to the bed and ordered Mike off of it, he abliged. "Fuck him" she said. "Excuse me?" Mike asked confused. "Fuck my husband," "we're not done here.

Mike had definitely fantasized about Mr. Hann before. Usually he was being passionately held by the older larger man. In his head Mr. Hann was a masculine giant a father figure. That image did not match up with the silent submissive man he'd just seen fucked to orgasm.

Mike had had fantasies about Mrs. Winter as well. Usually more along the lines of stashing her in a trunk and burying her alive. To think he'd just fucked her and was about to top Mr. Hann at her behest. Never in a million years could he have anticipated this.

Mike looked over at Mr. Hann who was busy eating his own cum off the floor. Their eyes met and Mr. Hann's eyes seemed to beg for it. Mike walked over to Mr. Hann and grabbed his chin. He kept eye contact as he slid his half hard cock between his old teachers lips. Mike slid his fingers into Mr. Hann's short brown hair and began to rock in and out of his mouth. Mr. Hann played his tongue over Mike's shaft and Mike felt his erection increase. He kept like this until he was around half way to finishing. Mike pulled his cock out of Mr. Haan hungry lips and circled to his raised ass. He looked over to Mrs winter who was watching the whole encounter, touching herself and masturbating. She rubbed her smooth pussy, circling and teasing her moist clit. She urged him to go on, to fuck her mountain of a husband.

Mike lined up his head with Mr. Hann's moist asshole. He had never in his life been so simultaneously uncomfortable and aroused. He was about to push in when he changed his mind. He moved his cock away and bent over to eat Mr. Hann's ass. Mr. Hann was not expecting this and for the first time that afternoon he made an audible sound of pleasure. Mike forced his tongue into the hole eliciting more sighs and moans. He reached around and began stroking Mr. Hann's impressive cock. He kept this up until Mr. Hann's moans seemed to reach a fever pitch. When he thought his teacher might cum he stopped all stimulation. It was then that he rammed his rod into Mr. Hann's muscular ass. Mike felt the warmth slide along his shaft. The muscular walls tightened and released. He could hear Mr. Hann's breathing and knew he was close to finishing. He slid in and out of his sheath slowly, feeling the friction with each movement. Mike continued at this pace till he felt Mr. Hann shudder. He knew he was about to cum and so he began ramming him with short forceful thrusts. Mike felt his own orgasm build up he cam to fruition just as Mr. Hann did. Mike leaned over and held the much larger man. Mr. Hann bucked and shuddered shooting rivulets of discharge on the already soiled floor. The force of his orgasm threw Mike over the edge too. Mike pumped his milk deep into Mr. Hann's guts. Mrs. Winter watched still pleasuring herself. Mike pulled out, reached out his hand and caught the dribble of cum from Mr. Hann's ass. He fed the handful of warm seed to the submissive giant. Mr. Hann hungrily lapped it up then proceeded to clean his own mess off the floor again.

Mrs. Winter-Hann beckoned the now exhausted Mike over to the bed. She handed him a vibrator "my turn you little fuck Boi." "It does appear you can do something right." Mike began circling her nipples and clit with the vibrator. Alternating areas in response to her moans. He brought her right up to the edge of release then stopped all stimulation. She looked at him shocked. She moved to finish herself off but he grabbed her wrists and held her for a few minutes. When it seemed she had lost her arousal completely Mike began stimulation again. She bucked and moaned and begged him for release but again he stopped and held her. Mike continued this a 3rd, 4th, and 5th time. Mrs. Winter was crying, "please, give it to me!" after the 6th time he walked away from the bed. "do. It yourself you old whore," he told her.

Mike went over to Mr. Hann and reached out his hand and said "get up, get dressed, let's grab some lunch." Mr. Hann looked questioningly at Mike. "you little bitch, " Mike added. Mr. Hann smiled and abliged. They got dressed and left the house to the sounds of the snow queens crippling orgasm.

[avaalons]

Chris Evans Fic: The Hinting Game

Anonymous request coming to you all the way from Greece!

Have fun on vacay!!! Can you do a cute Chris Evans one of him hinting that hes ready for kids! Thanks 💙

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In hindsight, you realised the hints had been coming for a while but it had just taken you some time to realise it. Thinking back, the first time, you were both at a Patriots game. Chris had dragged you to the merchandise shop at the stadium and while he spent the obligatory amount of time fawning over sweatshirts and deciding which one he should buy this time, his attention eventually turned to the kids section, his eye caught by an infant-sized romper type garment. ‘No. 2 Patriots Fan’ was in big writing taking up most of the space on the front but in brackets underneath: ’(but only because my dad is No. 1)’.

He held it up on its little hanger and looked at you which an open-mouthed expression of excited surprise.

‘Babe… how adorable and perfect is this?’

You just raised an eyebrow in a ‘my boyfriend’s such a dork’ kind of way and replied nonchalantly, ‘Yeah it’s cute. It’s a bit small for you though. Shame there’s no really little ones in our circle at the moment.’

***

The second time, you’d both been at a friends’ house, a couple that lived nearby. Well, they were Chris’ friends really, but you’d crossed over into mutual friend territory over the last couple of years: Chris had known the husband for years, since he first moved to LA and and you and his wife had become pretty close, bonding over basically being female and being in LA. And having dorks for other halves.

You were all in the back yard after dinner, nursing beers, chatting as the sun went down and watching their gorgeous four year old daughter running around with the family dog. Chris eventually got pulled into the ruckus and he spent a good half an hour playing frisbee, chasing, being chased, being a monster, being a prince.

When he lightly jogged back to his seat, worn out, he sank down next to you and pulled you close, whispering in your ear.

‘We need to get ourselves one of those.’

‘I’m not sure Dodger would take to another dog in the house, he’s too spoiled and used to being on his own now.’

He just chuckled lowly in your ear, planted a kiss against your temple and said, 'Yeah, you’re probably right.’

***

The third time, you’d been in Boston, visiting Chris’ mom and sisters. He was coming to the end of a filming stint and had been away from home for a while. The women in his family had invited you out to Boston for a girls’ weekend. It had been arranged that Carly would pick you up from the airport and take you to her house where Shanna and Lisa would be waiting. Carly’s husband was going to take the kids for the weekend while you went to the spa but you were all going to spend the afternoon at Carly’s until her husband was home from work.

Miles launched himself at you when you walked through the door and you scooped him up, whirling him around until he was giggling uncontrollably. Then you picked him up and settled him on your hip for a proper hello. He wrapped one little hand around the back of your neck while he told you excitedly about his new space theme bedroom that was in the process of being completed. He wriggled to get down so he could run upstairs to fetch his new night light to show you.

As his eager footsteps could be heard pounding up the stairs, you turned to find all three of Chris’ female family members looking at you with interest.

'What?! Have I got something on me?’ you looked down at your clothes quickly, trying to find something that would explain their attention.

'Nothing,’ Shanna told you with a smile, 'That just really suits you.’

You were just wearing a lightweight tshirt dress, close fitting but stretchy so it was comfortable for the plane journey. You didn’t think it was anything special but you thanked her just the same.

***

The fourth time, it was from Robert Downey Jr, of all people. So barely even a hint at all. It was at a Marvel thing, you were Chris’ plus one, as you always were when you were available, and Chris was networking for a moment. You weren’t exactly out of your depth: you knew a few people dotted about and Cobie Smulders was nice enough to keep you company with a long awaited catch up. Robert appeared at your elbow to say hello and greet you with a kiss on each cheek.

'Long time no see,’ he remarked after the initial greeting was over.

'I know, it has been far too long. Nice to see everyone.’

'Yeah, it’s not a bad bunch, is it?’ he looked around the room before turning his attention back to you, 'In fact, it’s been so long, I expected you two to be parents by now.’

You almost choked on your drink as you spluttered out a laugh, 'What?! Where would you get that idea?’

'Oh, don’t be bashful. We all know Evans is chomping at the bit to be a dad. He’s the last one standing out of us, he needs some responsibility in his life,’ there was a grin and a gentle clap on your shoulder before he moved away to talk with some other guests arriving and you were left frozen to the spot, feeling like you’d been floored by this new information. You looked over to where Chris stood in a group, laughing and chatting casually, one hand in his pocket.

God, you loved him. So much. But were you ready to have a child together? You weren’t married, or even engaged… but, you supposed, that didn’t matter much these days, and you did have a house together. You knew that kids were on the cards but you always thought it was a distant plan for the 'future’, whenever the future happened to roll around. Did he actually want to have a baby with you now? The idea planted, you suddenly felt excitement swell in your belly and you glanced down, imagining it swelling for real: a round, taut bump housing a growing infant that had Chris’ eyes and your smile.

You thought back over the last few months: Chris’ new found love of novelty baby clothes; playing with your friends’ daughter (so it wasn’t a new dog that he wanted to add to the family); Shanna’s comment about that 'suiting’ you, which you now realised was about you and Miles, not the plain t-shirt dress you were wearing. It all added up.

He really did want to be a dad now: he knew it, his family knew it, his friends and colleagues you knew it… he was just waiting on you.

He caught your eye across the room and smiled widely, ceasing to listen to whatever conversation was going on around him. You smiled back, wondering if he could tell what a huge revelation you’d just had in the middle of his work event.

You figured the ball was in your court and you knew just what to do.

***

'Hey sweetheart, I’m home!’ Chris always called out when he arrived, as if Dodger’s manic rattling of paws and claws on the hardwood flooring wasn’t enough to give it away. It was cute and you knew he revelled in the domesticity of it all.

You were in the study and quickly hid the items you’d been using to wrap his present back in the desk drawer where they belonged. You picked up the parcel and went out to greet him. He met you half way in the hall and swooped you in for a kiss before realising you had something in your hands.

'Hey hey, what’s this?’ he asked, eyeing the package wrapped in yellow and white striped paper.

'I got you something,’ you told him coyly.

'A present? For me? But why?’ he held his hand to his chest, indicating himself in surprise.

'Just a little something that I saw and made me think of you.’

You held it out and he took it from you, 'Can I open it now?’

'Of course!’

He ran a finger under the edge of the paper, curiosity written all of his face, pulling up the tape.

Inside was a cardboard box and he glanced at you with a half grin, clearly wondering what you’d been getting up to.

He set the box on the side table next to him in the hall and opened up the lid to find a lot of white tissue paper.

'Babe, what is going on here?’

'Just open it, you’ll see,’ you could barely contain your excitement.

He began the process of opening the layers of tissue until he got to the item at the bottom, pulling it out and holding it up in front on him to have a good look. He was extremely confused, you knew that much, but you gave him a second just to take it all in and read the note you’d attached to the material with a safety pin.

You kept your gaze on his face, letting out a laugh as you watched him shift from confusion to shock and joy. His eyes were wide, mouth in an O, and he turned his head slowly to look at you.

'Really?!’ was the only word he managed at first.

'Really,’ you nodded, laughing again, feeling tears (happy ones!) prick your eyes.

'Sweetheart… this is the best present I have ever had. Ever!’ he pulled you close, the present still bunched in one hand, leaning in to you to kiss you slowly, full of love.

'Can we start now?’ he grinned against your mouth.

'Well, I didn’t take my pill today…’ you almost whispered, your arms wrapped around his neck.

He whooped and laughed, 'Best get to practising then!’

He held up his present again, looking at it in joyful wonder. The tiny Patriots romper that he’d held up for you to see in the store, with a note attached in your best loopy handwriting.

I think it’s about time we made someone to wear this.

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The Cabin: A Marriage Bed

When Kevin wrestled Edd back into the bed, the ravenette was a bit exasperated. It was nearly noon, which meant half the day was gone. Despite the current mist in the air, he was sure the weather would clear out soon and they could get out and about and enjoy what was left of the day.

While he didn’t mind days spent in bed, he didn’t want to spend his honeymoon wasting the day away when he could be out exploring this tiny piece of paradise Kevin had been bragging about for years.

“Beds are meant for sleeping, Kevin!,” he protested as he tried to wiggle away from the redhead’s strong embrace, but Kevin wasn’t letting go.

“Annnnd?”

“And what?!,” Edd asked incredulously until he saw the conniving glint in Kevin’s eyes.

While Edd was keen on showing his students how to show their work, Kevin was keen on showing him just how he worked.

When they were kids, that meant chasing Edd and his friends around to wail on them for a scam failing and hurting him or his ego in some way and then bully them into giving him his quarter back.

When they got to be teenagers, Kevin would try to show him that he could be a good friend. Edd gave him an A for Effort before he gave his own friendship back, though.

Then they reconnected in college and Kevin showed him love.

And now he was about to show him what else the bed could do.

Edd was sure he knew that beds were more than for sleeping, as he had done his fair share of non-sleeping activities in his own beds over the years, but something about the look in Kevin’s eyes let him know that this wasn’t going to be their usual non sleeping bed activity.

At all.

“And we have yet to consummate our marriage is what!,” Kevin growled as he started to yank off Edd’s pajama pants.

Edd sat up slowly as realization dawned across his face and his pants hit the floor.

“I am so sorry, Kevin,” Edd said breathlessly as he started to tug off his tshirt and Kevin sat back on his haunches and stared at him as Edd wrestled himself out of his own clothes.

The last week had been busy with wedding activities.

The first was a Sunday meet the family brunch with both sides of Kevin’s family as they came into town to celebrate the twosome’s long awaited union.

Monday, Kevin had dinner with some of Edd’s out of town family who couldn’t bear to be shown up by Kevin’s welcoming bunch.

Tuesday, Edd had one last bachelor hurrah with his other Ed friends and spent the night on Kevin’s couch because Ed laid him out on it as soon as Edd stumbled inside the apartment and fell flat on his face, his plans to get some lovin’ from his fiancée going down with him. The redhead woke up Wednesday morning to a surprise guest in his very hungover fiancée, but they still had to go to work because it was the last day of school.

Thursday, they packed their separate apartments and moved into their new home together, but crashed as soon as everything was unpacked and put away.

Friday was the rehearsal dinner after Kevin spent the day helping Edd clean up and shut down his classroom for the summer and they got married Saturday evening after breakfast with their friends, getting wedding ready over lunch, and then tons of pictures before the wedding itself.

Nearly every night had been spent together, but not in any way like what they were used to since they started dating.

And when they got to the cabin, between the long road trip itself and Kevin being eager to show Edd around, they both just forgot to do what newlyweds are known for doing now that God and society says they can.

This near self-imposed drought needed some rain and because their status to each other had changed, so did their love itself.

To have a spouse, a husband, someone who has promised before God, your mother, your best friend, and your damn dog (they both claimed Nazz’s yellow lab, Missy, who served as their ringer bearer and flower girl, as their own) to love, honor, and cherish you is a phenomenal thing and needs to be treated as such.

But sometimes life happens and you forget.

Edd counted himself truly blessed to find someone like Kevin who would forgive and bring him back to where he belongs when something so important slips his mind.

Especially since he acted a bit like a brat when Kevin went out on a long run yesterday morning.

But Kevin felt at fault as well.

Between showing Edd around and just being weary from all the wedding stuff, especially since he was so used to having Edd around all the time, loving on his husband wasn’t at the forefront of his mind because he loved Edd every day.

But this late, misty, grey morning was perfect for playing catch up on love.

When naked Edd sat up for a kiss, it took everything in Kevin not to pin him to the mattress.

His husband, someone he thought he would never have, least of all dorky ass Double Dee of all people, was laying in a bed that so many newlyweds in his family made love, and in a few cases, their children in.

This was a marriage bed.

Love was made here.

Vows renewed.

Bonds strengthen.

Babies made.

Considering the latter wasn’t  an option for them in the traditional sense, Kevin at least hoped that however a child came into their home, they would bring them up to the cabin and could cuddle up together with him or her and ride out the storm outside the drafty windows.

He didn’t want to rush it even though they were two days off from making this whole thing official, but God Almighty did he want show Edd how he felt.

Kevin held himself over Edd as he leaned into Edd’s kiss and slowly pushed him back into the bed.

He pulled Edd’s arms from around his shoulders and ran his hands up them until their fingers were interlocked above Edd’s head, the whole while they never stopped kissing.

When Edd started to ease his legs around his waist, Kevin fell into the embrace and a moan that should have embarrassed him escaped his throat, but he didn’t care because in Edd’s arms, just like this, is where he needed to be.

He wrapped his arms around his man and just held him.

Austin may have awaken feelings he tried to keep dark as puberty dawned on he and his peers , but being in the light with Edd wasn’t scary at all. It was comforting.

And being with Edd in this bed, was sheer Heaven.

The feeling of Edd’s hands in his hair was soothing, his kisses warmed his heart and soul.

When Edd’s hands left his hair to roam his back and sides, Kevin was feeling like a cuddled kitten til his sweet husband showed his Double Devious side and grabbed his ass.

The sound that left Kevin’s mouth because of the gesture wasn’t human and scared a few critters trying to keep dry under the bedroom window’s awning away, but Edd was so used to it that he only chuckled when the redhead blinked green eyes at him, wide with shock and just a bit of eager anticipation.

“Later,” Edd grinned. “I thought you were going to show me something about the bed, though?”

Kevin bit his lip as he pulled off his sweat pants and Edd shook his head as he looked him over with lustful appreciation.

“What?,” Kevin whined, withering a bit under Edd’s hot gaze.

“You do know that grey sweatpants on a guy is the male equivalent to lingerie and then you have the balls to go commando,” Edd said lowly as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Says the man who wakes up every morning looking like sex itself,” Kevin as he crawled back between Edd’s legs. “That and I forgot to bring my boxers into the shower with me last night.”

“Uh huh, forgot.”

Smirking green looked over teasing sapphire and a split second later, Kevin’s hand was on Edd’s cock while Edd sucked Kevin’s tongue in his mouth and set ablaze a million fantasies about what else the genius’ mouth could do.

Edd’s arms flailed when the kiss broke and he did his best to dig into the night stand’s drawer to pull out their lube but Kevin’s mouth was working a hickey into his collarbone and he couldn’t breathe. A teasing bite made him flail again and the lube flew out of his hand, but Kevin’s hand was quicker.

“And that’s how I won the 2008 College D3 World Series,” he smiled and Edd laughed.

“I know. I was there!”

Kevin rolled his eyes as he lubed up his fingers and the memory of locking eyes with Edd right before he threw his last pitch ricocheted across his conscience.

He had closed his eyes and taken a breath to steady his nerves and then looked up into the full stands to get some sort of reassurance that he wasn’t about to throw his life away.

It was the bottom of the ninth inning in game seven, there was a full count, the tying run on third, the winning on first, and the guy was a speed demon.

The batter he was facing was a switch hitter and he hated switch hitters.

His dad always told him to make sure to switch up his pitches because he would never know when he’d run into a leftie.

He’d struck him out at the top of the third when he batted right, but now the guy seemed to be mocking him by batting left when it was all on the line.

Thanks to Edd’s help and encouragement, he had kept his high C average and if he passed his finals he’d have a B average for the first time ever. But he was also wearing on a few donors nerves because he could pitch, just not pass his tests like they wanted.

But Edd and Nazz always told him to he had it, but his problem was that he would just over think it and then lose it.

He’d gotten better at just letting the material flow to and through him, but baseball was a whole different ball game.

Then he saw them.

And him.

Edd was sitting between his mom and Nazz and while his mother had her head in her hands, her prayer beads dangling off her finger tips, Nazz’s fingers were crossed as she whispered a few prayers to the skies.

But Edd’s lips moved and what Kevin read off of them answered his own prayers about what he had been wishing for for years. And the advice he gave him gave them a chance to keep their good thing going.

“I love you. Now drop your sinker.”

Kevin let his sinker loose and the switcher swung at nothing but air.

Their kiss in a dark corner off the long hall that led from the locker rooms to the parking lot had them both stealing his breath away but he gave him his heart and he caught it and would always hold on to it.

Now he was looking into those bright, loving blue eyes again and begging Edd to breathe and while the man was willing, Kevin’s immediate actions were making it rather difficult to comply.

The pressure and the pain would always ease into a pleasure Edd would kill to keep in his life, but the getting there was a bit arduous.

In the haze that was his mind, he was sure he heard Kevin’s whispers of adoration, his reassurances of harmless actions, and promises of love and devotion, but his brain could hardly focus on anything but the stretch in his ass til he felt a kiss to the head of his dick and Kevin’s finger brush past his prostate.

His body went tense for a brief moment and his vision saw nothing but Technicolor spots as his mouth let out a moan and he finally relaxed under his husband’s touches.

“P-Please don’t stop.”

And Kevin took all of him down his throat.

A hand is in his hair and guiding him through Kevin’s Special Kiss as the other seeks out Kevin’s free hand and holds on tight in a sad attempt to hold on to reality.

Kevin takes a quick glance at him as he sinks a third finger inside of him and watches his man dance to the brink of undone.

His head is tossed to the side as few tears slide down his cheeks, his jaw is slack, and he’s breathless.

Another suck as the final finger slides inside has Edd’s back arched off the bed as he tosses his head back and forth and calls out Kevin’s name.

His cheeks are red and he’s pink all over, sniffling and incoherent.

But he doesn’t let go of his hand or his hair.

Kevin knows he could send him over right this instant, but holds back because the bed has only been barely put through her paces.

He slides his mouth off of him, then his fingers out of his ass, and they both pout.

“Just…five seconds…please,” Kevin pleads with him as he slides a handful of lube on himself to make this consummation they need the one Edd deserves.

The delirious man barely nods as he watches Kevin prepare himself, wanting nothing more than him filling him up rightnow.

Five seconds later, Kevin’s covering his face in gentle kisses as he pushes his knees into his chest and Edd takes the breath in he needs to ride the worst and best of it out.

The pain is only slightly searing but it’s also fucking amazing as each tiny breath he lets go fills him with so much pleasure.

A rough hand gently knots itself into his messy hair as he whispers, “Move,” and he moans as Kevin pulls his hair, then himself out, before falling back inside.

His head falls back on pained moan as the bed silently rocks with Kevin’s slow movements, and when Edd starts to rock with him, it’s as if they were in their own cradle, being gently rocked by Mother Love herself.

He wraps his legs around Kevin’s upper torso , his arms around his neck and just holds on.

It’s gentle.

It’s slow.

Purposeful.

Meaningful.

They’ve made love before, but never like this.

Kisses were soft despite the hard, needy look in both of their eyes.

Kevin took the hand that had been supporting Edd’s back, reached behind himself, grabbed the sheets and blankets, and wrapped them in a cocoon, his hips never ceasing their movements.

Literally wrapped up in all the love he could ever want, a happy sob left Edd as lighting cracked across the sky and the power flickered.

“K-Kevin, please…God, I love you…just…please…”

“Hold on.”

He buried his face in Kevin’s shoulder and squeezed him close as their erratic movements made him dizzy. But when Kevin whined out his name on a needy moan he pulled himself up to kiss him again and again.

Tearing his mouth from a breathless kiss, he arches his back on a groan and comes untouched.

But Kevin’s hands are clawing at his back as the redhead falls apart before falling into his embrace.

Words of love settle over them and light up their afterglow as the sky goes black and the storm falls overhead.

When they can focus again, Kevin runs to the in suite bathroom and gets a few hand towels to clean up the mess before letting Edd borrow his pants and grabbing the boxers he forgot to pull on after his shower last night.

“Can sweatpants be an anniversary gift?,” Kevin asks as he pulls Edd into a soft cuddle.

“Hmm,” Edd mused as he tapped a finger to his chin, “The second anniversary gift is traditionally cotton, so I guess they can be,” he grinned as Kevin pulled him closer so he could hold his plump booty in both hands.

“And now you know what you’re getting in two years!,” Kevin cheered and Edd giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“The modern gift is China.”

“The stuff we eat off of or the country?”

“I’ll take both,” Edd snickered as he kissed his cheek. “But you’re not getting these pants back.”

“Meh, I’ve got plenty,” Kevin sighed as he rolled over and pulled Edd with him so he could lay on his chest. “Gotta make sure my man thinks I’m still sexy and shit.”

Edd sighed and ran his left hand down his face and while Kevin would usually shrug off the action, he was too busy staring at his engagement ring.

He didn’t care how exasperated he made Edd as long as he wore his ring because that ring meant that Edd was always his to exasperate and love.

He took Edd’s hand and kissed his ring as Edd blushed and settled into his spot under his left arm.

In doing so, the bed shifted a bit again, so Edd made an exaggerated move of snuggling closer and the bed rocked him into Kevin’s side again.

“This thing is like a cradle,” he yawned as he settled his head on Kevin’s chest.

“A lover’s cradle,” Kevin grinned as he kissed his forehead.

“Good to know, because I’m gonna love you in it again soon,” Edd murmured sleepily.

“I’m gonna take this thing with us at this rate,” Kevin snickered and Edd shot him an annoyed stare that Kevin just grinned at.

“How about I order us a new bed?,” he sighed, still slightly exasperated over the fact that they had to play a best out of three game of rock, paper, scissors to figure out who’s bed would go with them to their new house.

He lost and Ed got a new bed.

Now he’s suggesting they do it all over again. But he’d do it as many times as he needed if it meant he got to sleep next to Kevin because of it.

Kevin’s eyes went wide with joy at the prospect of being able to sleep in this bed every night and he slowly nodded as Edd leaned into kiss him.

“Choice,” the ravenette snickered as he settled next to him again and Kevin snorted.

“Whaddya want for food?,” Kevin yawned as he wrapped himself around Edd.

“Soup?,” Edd murmured as a sudden burst of rain pounded the roof.

“I’ll get right on it,” Kevin whispered as Edd drifted away in sleepy awe in his husband’s strong, warm embrace, every slight movement rocking him in the love of their marriage bed.

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