#i would love to write a book on these subjects someday

[queenlucythevaliant]

Hello! 🧡 I'm curious how you balance viewing scripture as infallible while also not taking parts of it (Genesis in particular, to reference your recent post) literally. I've heard some people say that Genesis is meant to be a poetic version of creation and therefore not entirely truthful: sort of like a kids' story, how some details could be fudged without losing The Point. I get why God wouldn't give us all the details, and it's not like this is necessarily a core doctrine issue, but I guess what I'm asking is if scripture is infallible, why would it give an incorrect account?

Hey Anna! I'd love to talk about this! It's one of my favorite issues in the world, actually, so please be prepared for a whole lot of passion from me 😆

So the bottom line, like I said in my previous post, is that I believe that all Scripture is true and infallible, but that it ought not be read literalistically. This is not the same as saying that some Scripture is less true by virtue of using poetic language, nor that I believe that details have been fudged. For me (and others who interpret Scripture as I do), it comes down to analysis of Biblical language, style, and genre.

So okay, let me start by defining my terms:

History = A text detailing true events that actually happened. These accounts may use symbolic, metaphorical, or otherwise figurative language in the service of conveying these events. A history is also not necessarily complete in its detail or exact in its chronology unless the text itself makes those claims (ie it's possible for histories to backtrack and tell events again from another point of view; this is pretty common actually.)

Biblical figurative language can take a variety of forms depending on the genre of the text we're discussing, however in general it is used to express truths that cannot be expressed in other ways. I'm gonna quote Lewis again here, as I think his discussion of Biblical symbolism in Mere Christianity is really great and relevant. This is from book three, chapter 10 (Hope):

There is no need to be worried by facetious people who try to make the Christian hope of "Heaven" ridiculous by saying they do not want "to spend eternity playing harps." The answer to such people is that if they cannot understand books written for grown-ups, they should not talk about them. All the scriptural imagery (harps, crowns, gold, etc.) is, of course, a merely symbolical attempt to express the inexpressible. Musical instruments are mentioned because for many people (not all) music is the thing known in the present life which most strongly suggests ecstasy and infinity.

Crowns are mentioned to suggest the fact that those who are united with God in eternity share His splendour and power and joy. Gold is mentioned to suggest the timelessness of Heaven (gold does not rust) and the preciousness of it. People who take these symbols literally might as well think that when Christ told us to be like doves, He meant that we were to lay eggs.

Figurative language is used throughout the entire Bible. It's in discussions of heaven, like Jack illustrates here, but it's also frequently used in the Epistles ("I have been crucified with Christ") and, in the Gospels ("You must be born again.") It's heavily employed in the prophetic books, Psalms, and the wisdom literature (not even gonna pick an example, it's everywhere). It's used frequently throughout the Pentateuch (God "bore [the Israelites] up on eagle's wings"). It is used in Biblical histories ("[Samson's] soul was vexed to death"), though not to the extent that I believe it's used in Genesis 1-11. Sometimes the text telegraphs that figurative language is about to be used, but certainly not always.

None of these things are any less true than the things described in what we might call "plain" language. Rather, imagery is a tool that helps us understand the deeper truth of a thing; it "expresses the inexpressible" without causing us to doubt that the images are about something real. Sometimes, the language even tells us something that occured spiritually/from God's perspective, but which did not literally happen in the physical world (again, "I have been crucified with Christ.") I think it's clearly a mistake to conclude that the presence of figurative language means that the story is merely figurative or that it's incorrect.

So I read the Genesis 1-2 creation account as a largely figurative account of historical events, and I think it's written that way in order to convey God's perspective of creation. Certainly a human perspective on creation would be (a) theologically un-useful and (b) impossible for an ancient person to understand.

To expound on point (b) a little bit: even a modern person, with all the geological, paleontological, chemical, and genetic evidence that we have, simply cannot comprehend the expanse of what we call "deep time." Modern scientists must communicate these things in metaphors: they use 24-hour clocks in which each minute is thirty thousand years and football fields with geological epochs marked off at the various yard lines in order to try to express that which the human mind is fundamentally not equipped to grasp. The Bible should and must tell the story of creation from God's perspective, and to do that it must use figurative language.

Thus, "Days" are figurative days, but as such they convey greater truths about the way that creation appeared to God: it was gradual and periodic and God was patient, yet it did not seem to take eons to him. It was like a week of diligent work that produced good results.

Likewise, when the text says that God speaks light and land and life into existence, we can read that as a statement of God's incredible, beautiful power over creation. The moon likely formed in the "Big Splat," when another planet collided with proto-Earth and flung debris into space (I'm not even gonna touch the formation of the sun-- waaaaaay outside my wheelhouse). To God, these things were as simple as saying, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night" and then making them. The complex natural processes involved were simple before the Almighty God.

Likewise, the billions of years that are took for life to evolve, from self-replicating auto-catalytic molecules to microbes to multicellular life that arose from endosymbiosis and horizontal gene transfer, and then all the way down the epochs of history: the beautiful Cambrian Explosion, trilobites and the first chordates, then Tiktaalik propping itself up in shallow water and its tetrapod descendants stepping onto land for the first time; those strange, fascinating club-moss forests of the Carboniferous, dinosaurs and archaeopteryx taking to the skies, the K-T extinction event and then mammals picking up the torch and growing larger, whales returning to the seas and their vestigial legs disappearing, life, life life... All of that, to God, was two days of creation in which he spoke and natural processes produced the glorious array of life that existed when Adam and Eve came to be. He had authority over all of it. He said "Let the earth bring forth living creatures," and it did! God made them as surely as if he had sculpted them from clay with his hands, as miraculously as if He had spoken a word and they had existed in a split-second.

It's all true! All truth is God's truth! Every word of Genesis is God's truth, not despite the fact that it's written using figurative language, but because it is. We can understand truths that science alone can't account for - that in all the vastness of protein sequence space, God formed rubisco and ATP synthase: not by random chance, but through loving providence using randomness as a tool. We can see deep time as God sees it, not as a yawning abyss that we can't begin to properly conceptualize, but as a week in the mind of our great God who transcends time.

(My concluding paragraph is going to be somewhat harsh toward YE Creationists, but it cuts to the core of why I feel so strongly about how we read Genesis. I'm going to put it under the cut so that no one has to read it unless they want to; I'm not trying to attack anyone. I hope you know that I say all these things out of a place of deep, deep love.)

Returning to what Jack said: "If [people] cannot understand books written for grown-ups, they should not talk about them." YE Creationists would have us read Genesis without allowing for any figurative language; they would disregard the scientific method in order to do so. To my thinking, if a creation in seven 24-hour days were the intended meaning of the text- if we were, like children, meant to take everything in it entirely literally- then God would be a liar, because then he would have created a world in which the speed of light and geologic strata and the fossil record and even the evidence of our own DNA and physiology are all lying to us about how we were created. I could not love such a God.

But because I, like Jack, like millions of other Christians, can read the text of Scripture and interpret the figurative language it uses, I can instead marvel at the wonder and glory of our Creator-God, to whom epochs are like days, who can speak natural processes into existence. Scripture is history and it's poetry and it's all true. All truth is God's truth.

[grassbreads]

Just pre-ordered the first volume of Sha Po Lang!!

I normally never pre-order, but god I'm so excited for this release.

[hyunjinsjeans]

He knows (Chan ver.)

Lee Know ver. | Changbin ver. | Hyunjin ver.

Masterlist

Synopsis: Chan is your husband and he knows you want to start a family, but how does he know? And what happens when he tells you he knows? This. This is what happens.

Type: Fluff 🧸, SFW 👍

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy

Word count: 1140

AN: this is my first piece of writing for anything K-pop-related on this site, please be kind! No proofreading, sorry!

You are married to this man. He defines himself by his job. He lived for it though, after working so hard to get to where he is he also enjoys it so much. So you can’t complain. But he does have one more thing he wants on his instagram bio. So far he is producer, singer, rapper and dancer. As of a year ago he is also husband. He knows the time is right. He knows you don’t want to pressure him but whenever you’re together he can sense the unspoken words flying around in the air between the two of you.

Oh yes, Chan knows. He knows how to read people, and you are top of the list of his favorite ones. He will read you like a book. He will understand even the things you don’t say, he will know the second you are ready. He will, however, wait for the right moment. Sometime when he knows he will have the energy, the free time and the emotional availability to do it.

He owes you his full attention if you are doing this together.

And once he seizes the opportunity he is going in for the kill. He proposes it in a serious tone. If it asn’t just the two of you, it would seem you were having a “family meeting”. He is straightforward about it.

“We should have a kid, Y/N. I think it’s time, I’m ready and you’re ready.”

And the words get caught in your throat because what the hell? You were incredibly ready. He knew this, you knew this. Your friends probably knew this.

From the way you cooed at any and every child under 5 whenever you spotted one, how little kids gravitated toward you at the park or at the movies and you always had a kind smile to offer them along with the helping hand finding their parents, to the way you seemed to constantly be handed strangers' babies at the grocery store or at airport lines.

It was no news. You always loved kids and after getting married and moving to your own home, you made it a point to have a guest room and an empty room. Chan had noticed. Why leave a room completely empty? “Just in case we need it someday” you had shrugged when he asked. But it was painfully obvious a few months into the move that you visited that room and stared at the empty walls with bright shiny eyes, with a smile that tugged at the corners of your lips in a way so subtle it was almost imperceptible, you always left the room with a sigh and a bowed head as if ashamed to have the plans you had for that room. Chan had witnessed it enough times to have you figured out. It brought a warmth to his heart, seeing how eager you were about the subject and yet you kept quiet because you didn't want to put any pressure on him, thinking he already had a lot to deal with as the leader of a very successful group.

So of course, the second he said those words you couldn’t help yourself. “Oh I was waiting for you to be ready!”

Chan lets out a joyful laugh, his eyes become tiny as his cheeks grow puffy with the glee in his reaction.

“I know!” He exhales, “but you didn’t say anything and I’m tired of it. When you want something -anything, please just tell me!” His expression softened "I'll always have time to listen to you, and there's nothing you can ask of me that I wouldn't give you."

He is leaning on the kitchen table while you’re sitting opposite him. You push yourself back on your chair and look at him with a side smile on your face, the rice cooker making its beeping sound to signal dinner is ready.

“How am I supposed to drop that one on you?!” You laugh as well, it’s clear you are not really arguing “Am I supposed to say “hey Chan, I want a baby” or what?”

“Well… yeah.” He scratches at his neck, “that’s okay, it’s a good way to start talking about it.”

You huff and look away, but ultimately you are pretty happy he brought it up. He knows this as well; there is no hiding your enthusiasm, you're practically buzzing.

“I do want to have a baby, Chan” you lean forward on the table, your elbows on the hard surface while you hide your smile behind your hands.

Chan sighs, stilling his laughter as he pulls the chair back to take a seat and stare at you. He poses his arms and hands the same as yours, mirroring your actions.

“I want that too”, he mumbles, shy but true.

“Can we have that?” You wonder, your eyes falling on his hands, soft yet strong.

Chan has held you many times, and supported you through different times. You know he can be a perfect constant to hold on to, but you wonder if his career can take this. If he can be there for you for this. Because if you are honest, your biggest fear is that he will put too much pressure on himself if he tries to be a leader and a good partner to a pregnant wife at the same time. You have always known him to be the kind of guy to step up without anyone asking him to. You have learned from him to be the same, to grow stronger for Chan to have someone to support him as well...but this time you have to be realistic, how much can you share the weight of things once you are also worried about the safety of a baby? How much stress can you take from him while getting ready to have a kid.

He drops his hands on the table, you have moved your gaze from his eyes to his hands to the table. You are doubtful, you are pulling away from him as you speak.

“We can.” He assures you, reaching out to pull your hands in his. “We can do this.”

Chan brings you back with his words, his tone is honest and bright. His eyes are full of joy and excitement.

You feel the warmth of his skin on your skin and look up with hope, your trust in him is so complete you nod, you don’t even think about it as you reply. You would die for your husband. You would take all the pain, all the responsibility, and hardships for him. And so would he for you. This is why doubting what you two can accomplish together is ridiculous, you shake your head from all those doubts and squeeze his hands between your own.

“Let’s do this.” You whisper.

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[placeinthemiddleofnowhere]

Reign Down on Me - Part 10

Pairing: Ghost x Hybrid!reader (eventual poly!141)

No use of y/n or mention of gender/race

Summary: Reader is a wolf hybrid in a world that treats them like second class citizens, given a horrible start in life after being thrown into the military with no preparation. After years of struggle, they're finally taken away from their base by Ghost, now a permanent member of taskforce 141 reader struggles to come to terms with the fact that perhaps there's a life there for them - if only they reach out and accept it.

Warnings: hurt/comfort, Angst, abuse mentions, self doubt, violent scenes

A/N: sorry this took so long, but i hope y'all enjoy! Can't wait to hear what you think of it 💕

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“Gaz.”

You pretended to still be watching the TV while you called on the sergeant. Up till that point he’d been scrolling mindlessly on his phone, but out of the corner of your eyes you could see him look up. Meanwhile the couple that had been on the screen were still locked in a passionate embrace - giving you a perfect excuse for your question. 

“You’ve had like…girlfriends or boyfriends or whatever while you’ve been serving, right?”

At first he snorted. 

Finally you turned around and met his gaze properly, steeling yourself against the grin that was threatening to break out on his face. He quirked his lips for a moment while his eyes remained fixed on you, alight and shining at the idea of you wanting to talk about relationships. It froze you in place for a moment, tense at the idea he’d see right through your reason for asking or had overheard you and Rudy talking throughout the week. 

“I have. Why you askin’?” He finally said, actually turning his body fully into the conversation. 

“I just wondered if it was difficult. You know - to maintain a relationship.” 

“It’s not easy. Our jobs make us unreliable, not present - even if we’re in the same place sometimes, tired, grumpy. I reckon my exes could write a book with things to moan about,” he laughed. “To be fair though I could’ve tried harder with em. I think I’m just a bit too deep in the job right now to make something properly work outside of all this, you know?”

“So none of them were other soldiers then?” You asked, tilting your head. 

“Nah. That’d be a fuckin nightmare! Imagine trying to find time for each other while you’ve got two different fucked schedules, then there’s having to make sure you’re not in the same units so you don’t get hit with punishments for fraternisation and all that shit.”

You instantly turned away and nodded, zoning back in on the TV again. The couple were trading sly smiles while they passed by each other at work, the fuzzy music played softly and sent your ears flicking at the sound. It was your hope that the subject would be dropped then, but even you weren’t stupid enough to think that would be that. 

“Why the sudden interest in relationships then?” Gaz asked, leaning his arm against the couch and propping his head on his hand. 

It didn’t matter how much you pretended to love whatever the show was, or how far forward you sat, you couldn’t evade Gaz’s sites. He was there in the corner of your eyes, filling the space like a prowling jungle cat. The only way you were getting out was through the conversation. 

“Well…I’ve never really been in a relationship or had the chance to be in one. None of us hybrids really got on that well at Branhaven and I sure as shit wasn’t gonna shack up with any of the handlers. Now that I live with you guys though, I thought maybe I’d have a shot at having…something someday,” you said quietly, giving him a brief glance back.

“And I’ve just shat all over your parade,” Gaz said, raising his eyebrows. 

“Pretty much,” you answered with a faux huff. “Dick.”

Gaz’s breathy laugh brushed past your ears. It forced you to turn back to him fully, so that you could properly behold the soft brown hues of his creasing eyes. Even in the dingy space that made up the los vaqueros rec room, his eyes were so warm. 

“Have you really never been with anyone?” He asked, letting a hint of a frown settle on his face. 

“Nope,” you shrugged. 

“Ever kissed anyone?”

“Hm…does kissing someone on the cheek in nursery count?”

“Hell no,” Gaz laughed. “Who were you kissing in nursery anyway you little Casanova?”

“His name was Shawn. His family was moving away and he was the only other hybrid in my class, so he was the only one I really played with. We both gave each other a kiss on the cheek goodbye. I was far from a ‘Casanova’,” you said indignantly, already crossing your arms in protest. 

“I’m sure it was very sweet, but that’s definitely not a real kiss,” he shrugged.

“Didn’t realise you were the arbiter of kisses.”

“I don’t need to be the arbiter to say you gotta do it like them,” he said, signalling at the lovers on the TV, “to have it really count.”

“Well shit, I’ve never had that happen at my job.”

The couple were now fucking quite ferociously in the supply cupboard at their work. Paper and trays were flying and shelves were being rocked, but nevertheless they faced no interruption despite the storm they were creating. Even just breathing as heavily as they were would’ve had them kicked out in real life, you thought. 

“So you’ve never fucked anyone either then? You’re like a full proper virgin, apart from your Shawn love affair of course.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Didn’t say that,” you shrugged.

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?”

“You shagged someone, but you never kissed?”

“It wasn’t like we were doing it because we really liked each other,” you supplied. “We both just agreed we’d scratch a mutual itch and go our separate ways after.”

It went almost exactly as clinically as how it sounded too. Even thinking back to that night where you’d both snuck off to the bathroom together, you could only remember the giddy joy you felt at actually getting off with someone else instead of feeling anything for the other hybrid. Which was a good thing too because it wasn’t like you’d ever seen him afterward. You’d never been sent back to Norway again. 

He’d shucked off his clothes and told you to do the same, confirming you still wanted to do it. He’d so nicely asked “you still want to fuck, yes?” And barely said a word more, only a few “harder”s or “no, like this”. You’d both been pressed up against that cold concrete corner, hands grasping through the dark, and trembling bodies quietly drinking in each others attentions while making sure to stay as quiet as possible in fear of waking up your superiors. He’d been more experienced, so he’d gotten you off first and then he finished, only taking a moment's breath before wiping himself off and putting his clothes back on. He’d left you alone to collect yourself soon after. 

“Well that shouldn’t count either,” Gaz said, after you’d given him an overview of your experience. 

“What? But we actually did it! We both came and everything.”

“Came and then went! Sounds shite,” Gaz groaned. “Shaggin’s meant to be fun. Not just ticking each others boxes and then walking off.” 

“Damn, you’re really not letting me have anything here,” you smirked, refolding your arms again. 

“Because you’re supposed to really want it off the person you’re with, like be able to kiss them and talk and laugh and stuff. If I’d had someone bark instructions at me and then leave me straight after I’d feel like it was part of our job or something.”

“Almost my whole life’s been this job, it’s not like I ever thought I’d get anything like you’ve probably had. When I finally got old enough to even have sex I’d already been working for years. Sex like that is the only way I get to get off with someone,” you explained, trailing off a little at the end when you thought back to Rudy revealing more about he and Alejandro. 

So what you were saying wasn’t strictly true. However it wasn’t like you were going to reveal to Gaz that you’d been picturing you and various match ups in the 141 to a degree where you were struggling to concentrate at least daily now. Every interaction with Price and Gaz had felt charged with a thousand volts of electricity where it hadn’t necessarily been before. 

Price could be shifting you out the way while he walked by you, putting his hand against your back and you’d practically melt into it. Gaz had ruffled your hair condescendingly after you’d gotten the all clear for your hip from the doctor and your scalp had tingled for the rest of the day after. Then there was the phone call you’d had with Ghost…hearing his voice rumbling down the line made your stomach do weird little flips and had your tail wagging the whole time even while he was chastising you for losing control. 

You blamed it all squarely on big stupid Rudy. Rudy who had been training with you on the matts the day before, targeting your sore hip the whole time while divulging little details of he and Alejandro’s relationship.

He’d told you about how they grew up together on the same street. Trained together. Fought together. One day Rudy had almost been killed, trying to protect Alejandro so fiercely he’d jumped in front of a bullet for him. Then after he’d had his shoulder patched up, he’d apparently gotten tired of Alejandro’s lecturing and found a creative way to shut him up. 

When Rudy had suggested you try something similar with your team, now that you were constantly getting heat for your injury, you’d gotten as hot as a lava rock before tumbling off the edge of the matt. Your distraction had been fully taken advantage of by your smarmy wise-ass opponent who’d decided to throw you from the fight. 

“So now that you’re with us, you think you’ll be able to find someone to fuck you properly then?” Gaz asked, pulling you back into the room so hard you were left blinking back at him without response. 

You tried to respond to that with anything other than a high pitched whine. Though you decided to stay silent when you realised that was impossible. 

“Jesus, your face. You’re getting all embarrassed just at the thought. You’re such a virgin.”

“I am not embarrassed! And I’m not a virgin!”

“Yeah you are, you’re doing that thing with your ears!” Gaz grinned. 

“What thing with my ears?” You whined.

“They always go lopsided when you’re embarrassed, one always points up and the other one folds back all awkwardly. Juuust like that,” Gaz said, quickly snapping a picture with his phone. 

“Hey!”

Gaz turned the phone so that you could see. The ear situation was exactly as he described, while your mouth slanted into a displeasured frown and your eyes were set hard into the screen. 

You smacked his phone from his hand so that it landed on the couch. From there you used the opportunity to snatch it up, quickly scrabbling against the old material to prize it up. Just before you could delete it however Gaz dove on top of you, easily overpowering you and prying the phone from your clawing hands. Your back was pressed flat onto the couch cushions, your body straining as his full weight sat on top of you, angled so that he could fend of your legs with his body, hold back your hands with one arm and use his one free hand to secure his phone. 

“Gaz, get off! I’ll bite you!” You protested, voice going squeaky as he kept you pinned underneath him. 

“You wouldn’t dare,” he laughed, holding his phone high above your head. “Price would go mental at you.”

“What are you doing?” You huffed, almost getting a bit of leverage over his forearm until he shunted it back fully into place and squashed your arms in the process.

“Taking some lovely pictures for Ghost. The man’s been desperate for  updates while we’ve been away, you know,” Gaz said, clearly typing something while he still fended you off. 

“Don’t send him pictures! Ah, Gaz! That’s it, I’m going nuclear.” 

You flung your head up and licked all down the length of his arm, slobbering down the full bulk of it and sending him recoiling. A satisfied grin lit your face when his phone fell down the back of the cushions. You then twisted your body, managing to use the nasty surprise and the momentum so that you could reverse the position, landing on top of him while he was squashed to the couch. Though you almost faltered when you saw him below you, you still kept a good drip. You managed to hold him there a moment, looking down at him with all your mixed feelings twisting their way through your gut. 

“That’s fighting dirty, Pup,” Gaz huffed, not bothering to struggle now that you were on top.

Both of you breathed heavily, you could feel Gaz’s heartbeat rattling quickly below you. It was pounding heavily against your legs from where you sat above him. Your own heartbeat hammered erratically, growing more wild at the compromised position. 

“I’m a hybrid! I need the element of surprise to have the upper hand,” you said, trying desperately to keep to the topic at hand. 

“Colour me surprised then.”

“And me. What the fuck are you two playing at then, eh?”

Both you and Gaz whipped your heads round at the same time, meeting the irate eyes of Price. You felt your ears lower immediately and clambered off of Gaz, awkwardly looking away while you fixed yourself. Gaz’s smile had dropped, but he didn’t worry about looking sorry. He flipped himself up and tilted his head. 

“Nothin’, just messing around. What’s up, Cap?” 

“I’ll thank you both to not get yourselves injured doing anything stupid, please,” he said sternly.

“Sorry, Sir,” you mumbled, ears still laying flat against your head. 

“None of that,” Price grunted. “I need to send you both off today. I’ve got some contacts I’m going to get in touch with, but I trust that you two can manage some reconnaissance without me. That alright?”

“Course, Sir,” Gaz answered.

You nodded along with him. 

“Good. Go get something to eat and get ready to head out.”

“Is it just the two of us going?” Gaz asked. 

“No. Your company is waiting in the canteen for you,” he said, a sly smile beginning to form across his lips. 

Immediately you got a sense that you were going to like the group you were going out with. Your tail twitched and your ears perked up, Gaz and Price couldn’t help but laugh at your reaction. Though when you shot Price a look to confirm your suspicions he leaned back and sobered, nodding his head at you as if to answer your question. 

It’s him. You thought. 

You raced up from the couch and away from the booming laughter, who’s echoes followed you down the hallway. After bolting like a wild stallion and flying past multiple shocked people you burst into the little canteen and looked around slowly until your eyes zeroed in on your target. 

It didn’t take long for you to find the black balaclava, the familiar scarred mouth below revealed so that he could eat the steaming rice and vegetables on his plate. His big body was angled away from you, talking to his mohawked companion and blissfully unaware of the presence about to attack him. 

“Ghost,” You whispered to yourself. 

You couldn’t hold yourself back. As conscious as you felt of all the other people spread throughout the room, you weren’t able to let them stop you from running up to Ghost and wrapping your arms around him and whining.  

“I’m gonna assume that’s you, Pup. Otherwise Rudy’s gotten awfully sweet on me.”

Hearing the low timbre of his voice was enough to get your tail into a frenzy. He was really there and you were getting to hug him. Even better - he soon stood up and brought you round to his front so that you could snuggle up under his chin. His scent filled your whole body, your lungs burned with him. 

“You’re here,” you sighed, adjusting into the bulk of him. 

“Jeez, I’m feelin a bit left out, Pup. I’m here too,” Soap said from behind you. 

“You don't appreciate my hugs, MacTavish.”

“Says who?” Soap said, a smile evident in his voice. “Get over here, you wee shite.”

He grabbed you then, forcing you from Ghost and wrapping his big stupid barrel arms around your body. Even while being crushed you had to admit that you loved the attention. It also meant you got to face Ghost, even if you had a silly grin plastered all over your face and a wag in your tail that wouldn’t leave. Nothing got you more excited than seeing the coy smile he wore just for you. 

“Missed you too, Pup,” Ghost said, angling his head toward your tail. 

“Really?”

“Mhmm,” he murmured, his voice silky smooth in your ears. “Been lonely walking around without my little shadow.”

“Then you should’ve come sooner,” you huffed, finally breaking free of Soap’s arms. 

Soap flashed you a cheeky smile, his eyes glimmering brightly at you as if all his past fears had been allayed. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder, huh. Though you didn’t get to dwell on that for long.

Soon enough you were yanked back onto Ghost by the collar, forced to sit astride his massive lap and face him directly in the eyes. The fact the top half of his balaclava was still secured only made his stare more intense, the bright pools of his eyes practically spitting off heat they focused so hard. No matter how hard you scrabbled against him, he kept you like that, pinned onto him with no other choice but to face him down. 

“You shouldn’t have taken yourself off to the kennels, naughty Pup,” Ghost said lowly, breath hot on your cheek. “The reason I wasn’t here sooner was because I was busy undoing Price’s mess these past few days. You don’t ever make decisions like that without me there again. You’re my responsibility, mine to look after - not Price’s, not Gaz’s, not anyone else's. Do you understand?”

Your mouth went dry, you were still actively squirming in place. You didn’t understand the sudden shift in his demeanour. He’d never treated you like that before. He’d never grabbed you or spoken to you with such a menacing tone. Nevertheless it felt like he was holding your collar like he was about to stick a gun to your head.

Your ears had flattened and your tail had calmed, nervously twitching as it dangled to the ground. After taking a nervous gulp, you nodded. Mood thoroughly soured.

“I just thought it’d be better if I got it over with… Price tried so many ways to get me out, I thought they’d make it worse if I fought it.”

“Yeah? Well I've Sorted it now, I was never gonna leave you in that little prick’s care so that he could hurt you and do whatever he wanted just to prove a point. This,” he said, jingling your handler tag, “means that I have a duty to you, and you have a duty to me. We look out for each other - we’re legally bound together for as long as we live. Part of that means that you don’t go off taking orders from whoever slings their rank around. Okay? Don’t put yourself in a position to get hurt just because you’re used to assuming that’s the right thing to do.”

“Ok,” you said meekly, nodding hard despite the grip Ghost still had on your tag. 

He huffed out a breath, finally exhaling after his tirade and releasing you. All the heat in his eyes died and suddenly they were back to crinkling jewels. You had to blink back at them just to know that you weren’t seeing things. He’d looked so angry…no,that wasn’t really it, was it? He was hurt, annoyed maybe. The way he’d been speaking was desperate, in only the way Ghost could sound desperate. Making sure that his point hammered home. 

Your shoulders sagged and you let your ears cautiously spring to a neutral position, finally summoning the courage to look away from him. The noise of all the other diners floated back to you, forcing you to look around to see if anyone had paid much attention to your scolding. Apparently not, Ghost had been quiet enough so as not to attract much attention beyond a few stray stares. 

“Hey,” Soap said, reminding you that he was still sitting across from you. “You know he’s only getting on at you because he was running around like a mother goose tryna keep you from those wankers in 104.”

You turned to him, grateful for an excuse for someone else to look at. Even while remaining heavy hearted at upsetting, his words had perked you up a little. You could feel your ears raise a little more above your head. 

“Mother goose?” you repeated back, a smile rising on your lips.

“Oh yeah, he was flapping around like crazy. Giving it ‘If anything happens to Pup, I’ll shoot the fucker responsible. I don’t care if its just a hair out of place, mark my words, Johnny. They’ll be bloody unidentifiable!’,” Soap said, doing one of his dreadful Ghost impressions. 

It made you laugh if nothing else. Ghost groaned from behind you, but pulled you further into him, and further into his scent. You breathed him in and sighed, nuzzling underneath his chin and into your favourite spot. Even if he had just told you off like a bad dog, you couldn’t hold it against him. All that mattered was that you were back together again and he had somehow managed to solve your little situation. 

Which did make you wonder…how the hell did he manage to pull that off? And how lastingly mad was Ghost going to be. 

“Ghost?” you mumbled into his collarbone.

“Mm?”

“How long are you going to be angry with me?”

Most important question comes first naturally. 

“I’m not angry with you. I just needed to get my point across. Somehow I’ve got to look after you, but you make it really bloody difficult when you’re always off flying into trouble,” he grunted. “First I’ve got to deal with the kennel debacle and then I’m getting a call from Price telling me you got yourself shot. Feel like I’ve hardly had a minute to breathe with everything going on.”

“Not to mention you’ve got that fuckin’ parade thing to look forward to now,” Soap snorted, pointing his fork in Ghost’s direction.

“Parade thing? What?” 

Ghost was about to explain, but Gaz and Price turned up before he could open his mouth. Gaz took his place next to Soap, setting his tray down on the table before bumping his shoulder. Price sat between you all and smiled to himself when he saw you curled into your handler. He handed you a tray of steaming hot chicken and rice after he’d set his own in front of him. 

“Happy now?” Price asked. 

“Mm, almost,” you dead panned. “Apparently Ghost has to go marching off to some parade though.”

“That’s a negative. We have to go marching off to the parade and demonstration day, Pup. Both of us.”

Your ears dropped back again and you drew back from Ghost’s side just so that you could eye him directly. What did he just say? You couldn’t work out why on earth anyone would want you in a military parade. Your tail was broken. You were awful at drilling. How on earth was this going to work? 

“Uh…say what now?”

“Time to polish up your dancin’ shoes, sparky,” Soap grinned. “Face left! Forward! Stop! Find your center!” 

Soap’s drill sergeant impression, complete with leg movements, landed like a lead balloon. Gaz elbowing him did very little to relieve its weight. You breathed out a bone weary sigh and collapsed against Ghost. 

“Just leave me in the kennels to rot.”

“Now, now, Pup. That’s not the attitude,” Ghost chuckled. “Where’s my - ‘oh thank you Ghost, you’re my hero’ speech?”

“I musta left it behind in my non-parade trousers,” you glowered. 

Price laughed a rich laugh, luckily just in-between eating. The others all sported smiles that did nothing to make up for the annoyance that was plastered all over your face. 

“What’s the big deal? All you gotta do is a little frog marching and a bit of demo on how you work?” Gaz said, trying to reassure you. 

“The ‘big deal’ is that I don’t wanna be a spectacle for the general public to gawk at,” you said sourly. “Ive seen parades, because I’m usually too beat up to be called into them mind you, and they suck for hybrids! We have to dress up all fancy in those silly little harnesses and dumb berets and then we get dragged around like animals on stupid gold rope leashes. Then as if that’s not embarrassing enough they’re gonna make me growl and bark in front of everyone to show off the ‘fearlessness of our fair British troupe in the face of agression’ - no thanks.”

“I hate the growlin’ thing,” Soap muttered, sticking a forkful of chicken in his mouth.

“Well it’s still better than getting beat up by the 104 for a week, Pup,” Price said, directing his fork toward you. 

“You say that, but i bet if you were in my shoes and after doing all that drilling had a bunch of stinking civvy kids tryna touch your tail and their dumb parents tryna ruffle your ears - you’d say something different.”

“I won’t let anyone touch you, Pup. I promise,” Ghost soothed. “We just need to get through the day and then I’ll get us out of there.” 

“And how are you even gonna be in the parade when you can’t show your face?” You asked, throwing up your hands at his balaclava. 

“They’re permitting me a neck gaiter.”

“You allowed to wear a skull one?” Soap asked, his lips curling into a bemused smile

“Unfortunately not, I was told it had to be plain,” Ghost shrugged. 

“Of course you asked,” you said, rollling your eyes but smiling despite everything. 

“Well it’s only down to me asking that got you this replacement gig in the first place,” Ghost reminded you before shunting you onto a spare seat. “Now eat your lunch and stop your whining. If I have to hear anymore complaints I’ll make you wear a muzzle. I’ll find a pink sparkly one with charms on it and all.” 

You folded your ears back at that, mouth gaping at the threat. He wouldn’t dare! Or would he? You looked between him and Price and huffed when they gave nothing away behind their serious expressions. 

Only when you started shovelling food in your mouth did they both start laughing and shaking their heads between each other. It made your cheeks burn, but you kept quiet and busied yourself with the delicious canteen food that you were sure to miss on your return home. It was better to focus on that than earning yourself a telling off for glaring at your superiors over your plate. 

“I’m surprised they let you off with a little parade instead of sacrificing Pup for the week,” Gaz said thoughtfully. “Who’d you have to go asking to get that kind of trade off, LT?”

“Well it wasn’t just the parade, I was supposed to go apologise to the father and do a little grovelling too.” 

“And how’d you worm your way out of that one, ay?” Price asked, already groaning before hearing the answer. 

“Who said I wormed out?”

“You said ‘supposed to’ Ghost.”

“Well you see, Captain - the benefit of never showing my face is that no one really has any way of telling that it’s really me when I ‘reveal’ myself,” Ghost said smoothly, a smile apparent in his voice alone. “Ergo, doesn’t necessarily need to be me that turns up to apologise.”

“Oh, you bastard,” Price chuckled. “I’m not covering for you if they work out what you did.”

“No need, I got a message to say it’s all handled.”

-🐺-

The light was just starting to drain from the land, the orange glow of the sun smattered the ground with withdrawing tendrils of light. They washed across the pale dirt, stroking it with their warmth before retreating somewhere behind the darkness. Slowly and then all at once the sky went from orange to black. 

“I assume you’re excited to go home now that you’re not going back to the kennels,” Rudy said, breaking the easy silence that had fallen between you. 

You nodded an answer, but didn’t say anything back. 

The other hybrid had been relatively quiet since you’d arrived, apart from asking what the news was from Soap and Ghost, he hadn’t said much else. He’d instead made a point of exaggerating just how tired he’d been from the night before, only showing you the hickey that flamed up around his collar bone as he yawned and stretched. 

He’d been sleeping for most of the rest of the journey to the watch point. After being out and actively looking for the target for a few hours however, the two of you had gotten more restless, fidgeting and shifting how you sat every few minutes. 

Still, you kept your eyes across the horizon and your ears pinned forward. You didn’t want to mess up anything else after everything you’d been called out for so much already. You were especially aware of the fact that Ghost and Soap were only a few meters from you both as well. This was the last situation you wanted Rudy baiting you in. 

“You ever been in a parade before?”

“No,” you answered, shifting the leg you were sitting on and flicking your eyes out over the ground. 

“They’re not too bad. The ones here anyway, you do a little showing off and then you get some free food..” 

“Do they make you guys walk on a harness and bark at the men too?” You asked dryly. 

Rudy threw his head back and laughed. The sound caused a small smile to break out on your face and you shook your head at him for the disturbance. Nevertheless the smile stayed on your face while you continued to keep watch. 

“You British hybrids have to put up with a lot, hm?”

“You don’t know the half of it,” you said sourly. 

“I know enough…” Rudy replied, seemingly trailing off as he spoke. 

You looked away from the spot you’d been boring a hole into with your eyes only to glance at Rudy’s face. It took on that serious hard look again, his lips stony and his eyes cast far away. 

“You’ve worked with a lot of us then?”

“A decent amount.”

“Take it you’ve not met anyone half as charming as me, yknow - since you were all grumpy about working with me the first time.” 

He snorted at that.

“None of them have been anything like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You have some life about you, it’s a good thing,” you saw him shrugging in your peripherals. “Most of them are quiet, angsty. Half of them look like they’re glad to die when their superiors send them off just to protect themselves. The other half just seem dead already.”

His words stole anymore words from coming to your lips. You knew exactly what he meant - that used to be you after all. The old you would never have done anything like you’d done on your last mission for any of your previous superiors, would never have let the beast inside you rage. You had to be clear enough to protect yourself. You spited them too much to be willfully suicidal, you’d rather see them die instead of you. 

Now that had all changed. Ghost had only just reprimanded you because you put yourself in harms way, but even still you knew you’d rather die for any of your team than have them go instead. With that thought in mind, your back prickled with a chill that shivered through your whole nervous system. 

“You don’t have to tear yourself apart just to be a good soldier, Pup. I hope being with the 141 for any amount of time has taught you that all that doesn’t even matter. We get to have lives too, you know? Get your job done and keep yourself and your boys alive, fight so that you get to come home and actually live. Find out what makes you happy and do things that you like because there’s so many of us hybrids that are used like bullets and so many humans that are so happy to discard us once we’ve hit our targets. Fuck anyone that tells you you’re disposable. We have just as much right to be here as anyone - remember that.” 

You blinked back at him. A faint buzzing rang through your ears, a shrill little hum that tried to force tears from your eyes while it snatched at your heart. A low growl threatened to loose from your throat, bark at the enemy, fend off those pesky emotions. 

No, he wasn’t attacking you. He was just speaking the truth. 

“Do you wanna take over as my therapist?” You muttered, having to clear the lump from your throat before you could spit even a word out. 

He laughed wryly at that and muttered something under his breath.  “I’m just saying… you could’ve ended up like anyone else you got trained up with, but you didn’t. Don’t waste your new life stuck on what things were like. Make something good out of it.”

[vibratingskull]

Ok after doing my silver haired Thrawn drawing I got a cool idea for a Thrawnx Fem!reader.

So I know in Chiss Culture grey hair usually means you sired great offspring. Sooooo when Thrawn starts to see grey hairs coming in he gets a huge sense of pride. It also makes him want even more kids with human (y/n) and he is trying to convince her like “Don’t you see my hair we are destined to have badass kids so let make more.” And then spicy stuff👀

I love your writing so much keep it up!

Hihihihihihi, that counts as breeding kink in my book! Thank you dear ❤️

Thrawn x F!reader

Tags : Thrawn is a peacock dad, bredding kink, P in V, creampie, knot, matting press, lovey dovey, fluff

Thrawn stands proudly, looking down at the crib with gentle possession and a deep desire to protect. 

His secondborn wriggles in his arms, trying to see the baby from her station while his first daughter is on her tip-toes to look just over the rail of the crib, devoured by curiosity. 

“Welcome your baby brother.” He announces. 

The little boy is four months old but for his peace and tranquility, you kept him separate from your daughters. This is their first official meeting. 

“He is so little.” Thimasa, his firstborn declares, “Why does he not move?” 

“He is napping for now.” He explains, leaning forward to help Thegusa in his arms to see. “Speak softly, daughters, a baby’s hearing is very sensible.” 

Immediately Thegusa erupts in joyful sounds and laughs discovering the newborn, extending her small arm to try and reach the baby. Thrawn supports her well to make sure she doesn’t fall over. 

Thimasa snifs 

“Where do babies come from?” 

Thrawn chuckles and gently pinches his daughter’s cheek. 

“They come to life through a long and complicated process that you will find terribly boring if I explained it.” 

“Ah.... Will I know it someday?” She tilts her head towards her father. 

“Of course. You will have classes on that subject, for your protection and peace of mind. ” He nods, caressing her blue-black hair. 

Thimasa inherited his hair color but not Thegusa. All three are blue with red eyes but not everyone has forehead bumps or his sharp cheekbones. All three received his nose, however.  

He doesn’t mind, he loves discovering pieces of you in your children.  

“He’s Blue!” Little Thegusa agitates herself in his arms, pointing in the baby’s direction. 

“He’s blue indeed, you are correct, ch'eo en'kin” He approves with a smile, caressing her cheek. 

He doesn’t baby-talk to his children, addressing them as adults, but he adores witnessing you melting and going completely coo-coo over your babies. Right now Thegusa is discovering her Chiss vocal cords and loves to point out colors in everything she sees. 

“You’re grey!” She giggles once more, grabbing one of Thrawn’s strands of hair and pulling on it. 

He delicately opens her little fist to free the hair, bobbing her up and down. 

“I am, correct once again.” He approves. 

He slicks the hair back with a feeling of pride in his chest. He earned those gray strands. He gets more for each baby and the ones for his baby boy are slowly appearing. He grins remembering you complaining that you will gain grey hair while aging while he gained his for siring great offsprings. He tenderly kissed your temple, promising that even with only white hair you would still be the most beautiful woman in this universe and the only one in his heart. 

His baby boy suddenly yawns with the biggest stretch his baby limbs would allow. 

“All right, Ch’eo k’etens," He declares, “Let your little brother rest, he needs calm and peace. Thimasa, your classes resume soon.”  

She grumbles but obeys like a good kid, he looks at her heading towards the door, his heart compressing with love. 

4 years old and so serious already, she will go far in life. Maybe a Speaker? She already proved herself capable in the delicate art of negotiation, she almost got that nightcat she keeps asking for and he has no doubt in his mind at the age of 8 she will have her way against you both. 

Thegusa already has a very solid grip on her small body despite being only 18 months old, she learned to walk and even run and climb terribly early, giving you heart attacks when she simply disappeared from your sight. She will make an efficient warrior, he could already envision her in the army, training recruits, making them unstoppable soldiers as she climbs the ranks! 

His son... He doesn’t know yet obviously, but going by his new grey hair, he must also have a prodigious future ahead! Maybe a doctor? A surgeon who will revolutionize the medical world! A healer in the family... 

He tenderly kisses his second daughter’s cheek while she whines and yawns. She still needs her naps too and she presses her little head in the crook of his solid neck. Thimasa leaves with her teacher as Thrawn heads towards another part of the nursery of the Mitth Manor to lay Thegusa in her bed to sleep. 

He observes her with so much love he feels like he could choke. His babies, his blood, his children... The next generation secured. However, a lot of his compatriots would argue that your three children do not belong to the Chiss race. 

He misses his big brother, he would never have approved but he would have stood at his side no matter what and took care of the children as a doting uncle. He has no doubt that half Chiss or not, Thrass would have been crazy about his nieces and nephews. It is a certainty. 

Thrawn silently heads to your shared suite to freshen up. He would have preferred a privatized apartment in the middle of Cs’aplar like he used to own, but Patriarch Thurfian formerly forbade you to freely roam around the Capital of the Chiss, locking you down the family Manor. Thrawn did not hesitate a second and moved back into the Manor he used to avoid like the plague, full of politicians and syndics of all sorts. He would not let you all alone before the snakes. 

Patriarch Thurfian did not appreciate that move either but kept his thoughts to himself. 

Thrawn enters your suite and immediately goes to the bathroom to clean himself of his long day. When he reappears before the foggy mirror, he cannot help but tilt his head in several angles, admiring his new gray hair. 

What dignified look they give him, what presence he exudes now! Each time you go out just the two of you you have fun pointing him at how many women turn back to admire him walking away and how many jealous gazes he earns from the men. 

He doesn’t let that go to his head, but it amuses you tremendously so he lets you have your fun. 

He brushes the outline of the grey strands... He indeed gained some more for his baby boy. 

“Yes, Ch’acah. Your precious grey hair are still there, do not worry!” You yawn. 

He spins his head towards the bathroom’s open door. You must have finished your shift while he was in the shower. You sniff, taking off one boot and your red jacket as you sit on the bed. 

He details your body, checking you out while he combs his new prestigious hair. 

By the Warrior, you are so beautiful! You complained several times that the pregnancies had effects on your body that you did not really appreciate but he just... cannot see what you see. 

You are the epitome of beauty in his eyes and those three pregnancies only make you shine brighter in his chiss eyes. 

“What?” You ask, tired. 

He verifies the knot of the towel around his waist and enters the master bedroom. 

“Nothing. I was just admiring you.” He confesses. 

You snigger. 

“Yeah, I don’t think there is still a lot to admire after an 11-hour shift.” You gasp, making your spine pop after a hard day of work. 

“On the contrary, that hard-working attitude of yours only makes you more beautiful and worthy of admiration.” 

You snigger harder. 

“We’ll say that, don Juan.” You kick your second boots off your foot, “I hope I still have warm water!” 

He contemplates you up and down as you slowly undress like he isn’t even here. You simply undress to take a shower, not trying to impress or seduce anyone, but holy warrior he can feel his blood fleeing to his virile member under the thin towel. 

He deeply inhales as you take off your velvety top and get rid of the red pants. You’re slightly softer around the waist than when you met, courtesy of the pregnancies, but he would lie if he said it did not make him hard like wood.  

That body that birthed his children, his legacy, the most precious being in the universe... It deserves nothing less but neverending love and attention from him.  

He lowly hisses, feeling his powerful muscles starting to roll under his thick chiss skin in anticipation as he details your breast lifted in your bra and the roundness of your ass.  

You approach to kiss his cheek and walk past him for your shower but he immediately grabs your hips, keeping you here. He dives his nose into the crook of your neck to deeply inhale your sweaty musk, making him salivate. 

“My shower!” You giggle, trying to detach him gently. 

But he digs his fingers in the flesh of your hips, keeping you trapped as he gets high off your scent. 

You smell so good! His sensitive Chiss nose is titillated by so many pheromones, but some are way more interesting than others. 

You are ready. 

Ready to bear another child, to give birth to another chiss baby. 

He refrains a growl from escaping his throat as he licks your skin, tasting your hormones on his tongue. 

You’re making his head spin so dangerously, sensual temptress! And most probably other Chiss men’s heads too, parading yourself like that! 

“Thrawn, I just want to-AH!” You yelp as he captures your legs to carry you bridal style to the bed. 

He gently lays you down on the mattress, following you as he kisses your pretty neck with delight. 

That scent...  

Oh that scent...  

That marvelous scent! 

His blood is boiling in his veins as his member gets hard just thinking about another heir. Another baby of you both, your baby... 

He waited 3 years for Thegusa and 1 year for your baby boy... 

He doesn’t have the patience to wait another month for you to become pregnant again!  

He wants to breed you again right now! See you round and heavy with another one of his children! Tasting your pretty pussy all puffy and swollen with the pregnancy! Taking care of you in all matters of things! Seeing your delectable tummy getting round as you glow so hard you blind everyone in the Manor, him first! 

He salivates at that simple thought and starts humping your clothed pussy with his hard and warm shaft, so tensed it is painful. 

“No shower for you.” He decides arbitrarily, “Stay in bed with me.” He offers, kissing his way up to your face. 

“Thrawn...” You gasp as he grabs one of your boobs to knead it while he licks your cheek tenderly. 

“I want another child, Ch’acah, give me another baby. I beg of you...” He deeply growls as he captures your mouth for a passionate kiss that he knows makes your head spin so much. 

“I-Thrawn! I just...” You just manage to say between his kisses. 

He enters your mouth with his tongue as he feels your lips swelling up against his. He robs you of your air until he feels you panting in the kiss. Only then does he deign part from your delicious mouth. 

You gasp, taking a big breath. 

“Thrawn... I just gave birth, be reasonable.” 

“No. I do not have to. Not when so much more of our children should roam the universe!” He counters, licking the tip of your nose. 

“Thrawn... I gave you three already. It is plenty..” 

He lowers himself, kissing your clavicle as he pushes your bra out of his way to take your boob in his mouth. 

“Mmmmmmmmmmh... No. Chiss families are full and so many babies are birthed each year. I have to accomplish my duties and offer a lot of children to the Ascendancy. I want you full of my semen, please Ch’acah... You’re the only one for me, you are my ch’acah...” 

He sucks hard on the nipples, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue crosses the nervous bud, lathering it with his saliva and letting roll down the hill of your boob. He makes a real mess, soaking you in his drool like a famished carnivore who just found a juicy piece of meat. 

You are always so delicious to devour, to lick, and to savor. He cannot get enough of you, you are his oxygen, the only one able to reduce him in a primal, feral state, humping the covers in a desperate chase of friction. 

He would crawl before you with a leash at his neck if you promised him access to your body each time he craved it like poison. 

Your sexual pheromones make his head dangerously spin and your little gasps and whines just titillates his breeding instincts harder. He humps your pussy hard, the remnants of water drops rolling on his skin making him shine under the light. 

But by far, this is his eyes the biggest hint of his despair. They shine so bright his black pupils simply disappear under the red light, and they caress your exposed skin with a delightful red shade. 

He cannot take it anymore and bites down your nipple, making you yelp. He wants to see your tummy bloated, his virile seed oozing out of your swollen quivering pussy. He just purchased a new plug, perfect for your sensitive human skin. He wants to take you languorously until you pass out in his arms and give you so much you already look 4 months pregnant, he wants to rut into you until you scream his name for all the Mitth Manor to hear, for all those males to know who’s wife you are. 

They already know, your marriage was not especially a secret after you gave birth to a blue-skinned, red-eyed baby, but a little reminder is always welcomed. He sees how they turn their heads toward you, that hunger in their Chiss eyes, a mix of disgust and deranged curiosity to taste exoticism once in their life when they get a whiff of your human pheromones. 

Humans’ pheromones are less easily concealable than Chiss’ and you fill entire rooms with yours, titillating Chiss’ sensitive noses, letting them all know that you are fertile. Thrawn already had to shut down some of his compatriots who were ogling you a bit too much to his taste. 

Contrary to all of them, he has the privilege to enter the same sheets as you and take care of your oh-so-fragile human body... 

Oh, how he loves those jealous burning gazes on him when you are pregnant, they would die before admitting they want to try what you offer, but their gazes do not lie to him, they are so deeply jealous. But he is the one coming home to you when evening comes. 

To the adorable little alien making everyone’s head spin. 

He ostensibly sucks two of his fingers, looking right into your eyes and he pushes them past the hem of your panties, circling your little clit while he resumes his work on your nipples. You mewl, defenseless as he toys with you like he knows you adore, giving your delicate pearl all the attention it needs to awaken your desire. 

But not enough to make you cum! This is a job for his mouth and cock, right now you need to savor all the sensations! 

“Say yes, Ch’eo Ch’acah, bless me again. I will spoil you rotten. This universe needs more of you, of us...” 

“I... I...” You pant, your beautiful face red in his infrared vision. 

He flicks your bundle of nerve several times, making you shudder dramatically, prompting you to close your legs in a desperate attempt to stop him, only caging his hand on your sweet pussy. 

He grins as he rises to bite down your lower lips. 

“Come on... You know how important it is for me, Ch’acah. We discussed it before. Admire my hair, our offspring are destined for grandeur, they are destined to save the Ascendancy with me. They are the heroes everyone awaited for! You cannot deprive the population of their rays of hope.” 

He accelerates his ministrations when you open your mouth, tempting you with another kiss as he lets his lips hover over yours with a satisfied smirk. You grab his torturous hand playing with your pearl to stop him but you are already too weak under his touch and just manage to hold onto him, your grip trembling around his wrist. 

“Only you can have my children. Only you can drive me insane with lust and love. Don’t you want another baby? Another little one to brighten your days? I know you want more, you cannot lie to your husband, not to me...” He furiously brushes your clit making you arch your back against his broad chest, your mouth forced agape to plead mercy. 

But Thrawn has no mercy on this subject... 

“You only have one word to say and I will be all yours, Ch’acah. My entire Chiss body will be at your entire disposal. My entire focus just on you...” 

He lets out a satisfied growl as your face gets bright red at his word, like your core between your legs, shining with shimmery red. He lets his lips soar right above yours and just as you’re about to kiss him, he lowers down, escaping your desperate lips, kissing his way down your breast to your stomach. 

He stops, looming over your venus mound, right where your womb hides from his eyes and he presses his lips on the soft flesh, fondling it lovingly, delighting himself in this gem of nature. He gives it a long lap with the flat of his tongue and goes down again, right between your thighs. 

He hooks the side of your panties and pulls them off his way to discover your delicate pussy. He trails the slit with just the tip of his finger making you tremble irrepressibly. He notes delighted that you started to get wet and your slick now coat his finger. He raises it to observe the glistening substance with hungry attention and licks it clean, looking dead serious into your febrile gaze with a loud moan of satisfaction. 

“Delicious, as always, my sweet. You always make for the sweetest treat I have to refrain myself to not eat you out each morning for breakfast.” He licks his finger clean sticking his tongue out, full of promise. 

You huff. 

“We eat breakfast in the communal room!” 

“Did I stutter? I could eat you out with an audience. It would be my utmost privilege.” He lets ring in the Master bedroom. 

You gulp as he places himself between your thighs with a playfully dark grin. He dives his nose into your pubes, deeply inhaling our sexual musk. 

Oh for warrior’s sake... He needs to pounce now! To bury himself in your pussy, to make you scream his name and spurt his load deep inside your womb... To breed your sweet body again. You are just so beautiful with the pregnant glow, he feels the need to be chained just to keep his hands off of you. He should think about purchasing new cuffs for you to chain him again after he broke the formers into pieces. 

All your sexual pheromones hit him like a ton of bricks, making him so deliciously dizzy. He lets out a deep growl of satisfaction and takes a big sloppy lap at your pussylips with the flat of his tongue. He licks your folds nice and well, teasing your sensitive sex with the promise of so much more. 

You yap and your thigh muscles contract in response. You quickly close them by reflex, imprisoning him against your pussy as he loves so much. His hands slide in between and spread your thighs open for more comfort. 

One day he will let them cage him and suffocate him until he is fully satisfied or when he finally passes out of lack of air. That would be a lot of fun! 

But that will be for another delicious evening, maybe to celebrate your new pregnancy. He will lick you until you cry real tears of overstimulation. 

He trails your slit expertly with the tip of his tongue up and down, coating his tongue with your slick, feeling it starting to drip out of you. He presses his lips on your pussy and sucks it and drinks it with a loud satisfied growl. 

That’s the kind of drink he love, so much better than any cocktails! 

He spread your pussy lips open and laves at your hidden flesh with glee as your shake with pleasure under his care, mewling and gasping like a good girl. 

He loves those evenings between your luscious thighs. Sometimes when he lacks inspiration or ideas he just grabs you and opens your legs wide on his desk and eats you out until his motivation comes back, licking his lips with satisfaction. 

You generally walk out with wobbly legs and your slick rolling down your skin. It works very well! He usually has a fresh new mind after those delicious sessions and his problems aren’t that big of a pain in the end. 

“Thrawn...!” You gasp trembling, your hand gripping his wet hair. 

He purrs loudly as he takes your clit in his mouth and proceeds to suck it like a lollipop. He flicks it, wipes it, and drums it, glides it and twists it between his lips, savors it like a treat. 

He feels your sweat rolling on your thighs and your slick beading off his jaws, getting drunk out of it. 

You gasp and moan, your body undulating under your husband’s attention. All your blood flees to your southern mouth, fluffing up your inner muscles like pillows while you open your mouth wide in a silent plea for him to slow done. 

But Thrawn doesn’t slow down, he is getting high off your body and will not let you escape him. 

You lower your gaze to see him, eyes closed shut, focusing so hard on your taste as he laps your pearl like he is on the verge of dying of thirst, while his hips hump the thick cover of your wedding bed, desperate for some friction. 

You slam your head back into the pillows as he flicks your nervous bud at high speed, sending shockwaves of pleasure into your tight cunt, your eyes rolling inside your skull. Your hand rolls into a fist around his disheveled hair as he grabs your flesh by the handful, locking your hips to his desperate mouth 

He gently bites down your clit, making you yelp in return. He sniggers and kisses it tenderly as to say sorry. 

He circles your pearl and crosses it with his tongue, licking it up and down, making you wetter and wetter as you hold on to him for dear life, your other hand threatening to tear the cotton of your mattress. 

He darts his tip and harasses your precious little nub like he would harass an enemy’s ship, never leaving you time to recover and recompose yourself.  

He deeply sighs as he feels you creaming on his tongue and gives a last, fateful brush at your palpitating clit. 

And you come undone in his mouth. 

You scream Thrawn’s name, your back arching impressively under the sheer tension of your orgasm, pressing his head against your pulsating core, making you both see stars. All your muscles contract under the pressure before relaxing, squirting in his mouth. 

You fall down, all strength evading you with an “oof”, releasing his hair, letting your hand fall down on the mattress while you pant, all sweaty and goosebumps all over. 

He kisses your pussy lips a final time with a loud purr before rising on his hands, licking his lips as he looks at you, shaking under him. 

“Thank you very much, Ch’acah. Flavorful and refined as always.” He wipes his jaw with his thumb before sucking it clean, “Did I make my point? Should I give you more arguments?” 

You raise your trembling hand to him, panting, before letting it fall, fatigued. He grabs it and intertwines your fingers together, looming over you with a stern expression but sparkling, mischievous eyes. 

You open your mouth to speak, only for a gap to escape you instead. 

“I am all ears, Ch’acah.” He purrs, getting rid of his towel to finally meet your skin with his. 

You shiver as you feel his tip poking your sensitive pussy as he undulates his body on yours. He lets his face soar over yours, taunting you with his lips, promising a kiss that he keeps denying you. 

“Thr... Thrawn...” You gulp. 

“Yes? Tell me, Ch’acah. I am hanging out of your words.” He darkly grins, brushing your nose tips together. 

“Please... Please...” 

“Please what? What do you want? I cannot read minds.” 

“Please... Make love to me, take me....” You beg, digging your nails into his back, trying to press him against you but he remains looming, taking support on his hands. 

“Can I make you a new baby? Take you raw and breed you until you cry your pleasure in my hands?” He asks with his rich velvety voice. “Can I, my sweet...?” 

“O...Okay...” You back down, giving him what he craved. 

His purr lowers a few octaves and his first order of business is to give you that kiss he kept from you. He presses your lips together, embracing them deep and long, meeting your tongue with a growl of satisfaction, like a carnivore. 

He parts from you, a string of saliva liking your two mouths. He breaks it with his tongue and a snigger and sits on his ankles between your legs, parts your thighs wide open, and aligns himself with you. 

You feel him probing your entrance with his fat tip, coating it with your essence, holding his length he draws sweets circles with his tip, lathering your pussylips with his precum until you feel him press against your quivering hole and entering at last. 

You gulp, all air escaping you as his girth spreads your inner muscles open, stretching them to their maximum.  

“Breath, sweetheart. You always make it fit...” He encourages gently, his powerful abs rolling under his skin as your inner warmth caresses and squeezes him so deliciously. 

He throws his head back at all the sensations you are giving him while you cry out each time one of his ridges grazes your G spot. 

“Warrior...” He breathes out, his eyes coming back on your form as he keeps pushing deeper, “So much...” 

He draws sweet circles on your hips with his thumb as he keeps pushing, splitting you in two with his girth and length. 

Like he always does. 

You grab his two wrists and dig your nails in his thick Chiss skin as you grit your teeth, trying to not break under the pressure. 

“There... Here we go, my sweet. All is inside...” He praises with a chuckle as you finally feel his hips pressed against your rear. 

You pant heavily as he lets you time to catch your breath, but you can feel his cock twitching with impatience inside of you. You gulp, inadvertently contracting your muscles around him. 

“Careful.” He grins deviously, “If you don’t want me to pound you right away, you better not repeat that...” 

“Tha-that’s not voluntary...” You defend yourself, trying hard to remain sane. 

“Was it? You know how to play with my body so well...” He circles his hips voluptuously, making you bite your lips with a yap, “Maybe you are secretly trying to push me to my ultimate limits...” He whispers lowly with his deep voice. 

You sigh, licking your lower lips as you slowly relax. Thrawn hums appreicatively. 

“There, I feel you relaxing all around me. Breathe deep, I will help you.” And he resumes his grazing of your clit making you yelp, “Welcome it deep in your flesh, Ch’acah. I cannot wait...” 

To make himself wait he keeps drawing circles with his hips while you mewl under his caresses. 

“So beautiful... That bulge inside your pussy is truly magnificent, I love admiring it each time I enter your tight cunt... This is such a sight, Ch’acah.” 

“Ah...! Mo-move...Please!” You start begging, trying to undulate your hips against his. 

But his cock is like an anchor, keeping you still and stuck under him. 

‘’Patience Ch’acah, a little bit more or I am afraid it is going to hurt you.’’ He tempers, but accelerates his caresses on your clit sending shockwaves in your pussy. 

You feel your saliva rolling down your jaw as your clit palpitate under the pads of his careful fingers. 

He always takes such good care of you… 

‘’I feel your pussy squeezing my cock so hard… I love it so much.’’ He praises, rubbing your pearl at high speed, ‘’I think this is good now.’’ 

He grabs your legs and throws them on his shoulders before laying on you, keeping you stuck under his weight in a tight mating press. 

You gurgle an incoherent sentence as your pussy opens up as he tilts your hips, allowing him to slide even deeper than usual. 

He starts with shallow thrusts, testing the waters gently, admiring how your muscles stretch and welcoming him deep inside your most secret place, undulating all around him. 

‘’You give me so much Ch’acah, the way you strangle my cock is like nothing else… Tight human cunt for me to play and breed.’’ He whispers. 

He accelerates his thrusts steadily, making you see stars as you feel him slip out and ram it back inside like you were just a toy for him, but he always remains careful of your fragile human body, never forgetting the size differences between your two species, no matter how rough he might get. 

He tenderly kisses all over your face while rutting inside of you like a machine, steady and powerful. He tilts his pelvis in such a way it doesn’t hurt when he plows you down, but just cuts your breath each time he pushes his entire length inside. 

You open your mouth wide to breathe and he takes the opportunity to clasp his lips on yours, languorously kissing you like he knows you love, making your head spin so easily it’s ridicule. The rocking of his hips is so powerful you almost bite down his tongue several times in your confusion. 

You gasp, feeling his tongue dancing and embracing yours like a sensual tango, while he sighs of satisfaction in the kiss. He parts from you, barely shaken up while you pant again. Truly, a human is no match for a Chiss’ stamina as he loves to remind you each time you enter his warm embrace. 

He usually remains awake, hugging your form while you fall asleep, exhausted by such activities, cradling you tenderly while kissing your temples while you cockwarm him nicely. 

“Mmmmmmmmmh... Your little body is such a delight to me, ch’eo Ch’acah. I do not know what I would do without it, truly. You hold me in a chokehold, you could kill me anytime you so desire I would not be able to fight back under such bliss...” He brushes your nose tips, licking your lips with a guttural purr, praising you for all the pleasure you give him. 

You are way too fucked up to understand a single of his sentence, the only things your brain still register is the increasing pleasure pumping up in your veins at each of his deep thrusts. You feel your inner muscles do their best to allow him to move, but it is always a miracle with his size. 

“Oh, you drool all over yourself, my sweet... Is that my doing? Do I give you that much? Good, I do not intend to stop.” He declares like a sentence “ And what if I do this?” 

His hand slides between your two sweaty bodies, reveling in the softness of your skin until he reaches your clit and grazes it. 

“What a reaction, my treasure. I barely touched your sweet pearl and you clenched so hard around me...” He purrs, peppering soft kisses on your lips. 

He starts massaging your clit seriously, making you yap and moan in hopelessness, eyes closed to survive the pleasure you are receiving. You gulp, feeling his knot swelling up and hitting your entrance as he rolls his hips at a hungry pace. 

You cannot do anything under his massive body, you are completely stuck at the entire mercy of your husband’s will. 

But he wants nothing more than your love and pleasure, he dedicates his entire energy and will, serving at your feet with beatitude, kissing them reverently before looking into your eyes with so much love you wonder how it is even possible. 

But it is true, you are his person 

Thrawn’s person 

His intended, his promised 

You circle his shoulders to hug him tight, digging your nails into his shoulder blades and making him throw his head back in ecstasy. 

Your pussy furiously convulses around his thick shaft as he keeps brushing and twisting your clit like a master, making you helpless and useless between his hands. You gasp as he undulates his hips so deliciously that you see real stars exploding behind your eyelids, his ridges grazing and titillating your G spot with such ease. 

“You shake so much, Ch’acah. Do not worry about anything, you are safe in my arms, I will never leave you alone. Ch’eo Ch’acah, Ch’eo Ch’acicoh, ch'eo bsetah rcati... Let me take care of everything, I will protect and devote myself to you and our children till my death...” He begs out loud, ramming into you like a desperate animal. 

He buries his head in the crook of your neck, kissing it urgently as you could break in his hands, his free arm sliding under your back to hold you so tight your ribcages complain. 

“Let me breed you, Ch’eo Ch’acah. Let’s have a new baby, a little one for the two of us. Bless me again and illuminate my days brighter! Let me make you a new baby, my sweet! Oh, I beg of you... Give me one more to save our worlds.” Thrawn pleads, plunging inside of you with abandon. 

Your pussy spasms and quivers around his cock and with a fatal twist of your clit, you cum hard. 

Your body arches and your toes roll, you open your mouth wide to scream the name of your husband for all to hear, bright fireworks behind your eyelids blinding you. All your muscles contract as one and you feel your cunt clench tight around Thrawn’s shaft, trying to retain him inside. 

Thrawn hips thrusts become erratics and he pushes a final time all the way in, gasping as your tight pussy swallows his swollen knot, plugging your cunt shut as he cums inside of you, your pussy kneading his entire length to milk him for all his worth.  

Thrawn cums with a growl ending up in a long sigh, pressing his forehead in the crook of your neck, his hand caressing your cheek so tenderly while he takes back his breath, his warm respiration blowing on the goosebumps of your sweaty skin. 

You wince as he relaxes on top of you, weighing down on your legs and ribcage painfully. He immediately notices and raises back to relieve your tensed body; allowing your legs to lay down the mattress at last. He lays back down on top of you, nudging his nose in your neck while you feel his pulse palpitating in his knot inside of you. 

“Ch’eo Ch’acah...” He whispers, grazing your cheek and jaw with just the tip of his fingers like he would brush a petal, “Ch'ah ch'acah vah cseo ch'otcah bi...” 

Your chest rises up and down rhythmically against his large pecs, you gently caress his shoulder blades, drawing sweet circles on his thick blue skin. You open your eyes to look at him, discovering your husband with a stern expression but devouring your face with sparkling eyes. He lowers to your level to softly capture your lips. 

You respond with a sigh. 

“I guess I earned my shower now?” You demand with a tired chuckle. 

He considers you with a hum before sneaking his two arms under your back to lift you up from the mattress.  

You yelp, still knotted. You circle his waist with your legs and his shoulders with your arms, hanging onto your husband for dear life. 

He leaves the bed and carries you to the bathroom, to sit on the edge of the tub and turns on the warm water, letting it fill the tub slowly. He expertly spins on the edge to enter and sits down his ankles in the water, knot still swollen inside of you. 

“How about a nice bath where you do absolutely nothing while I keep rutting into you?” He kisses your temple with a purr, “You deserve some sweet lovemaking and attention after that shift. Let me take care of everything, Ch’acah, that would be my pleasure...” He tenderly caresses your back, purring loudly. 

Simply happy to have you in his embrace. 

@bluechiss @justanothersadperson93 @thrawnspetgoose @thrawnalani @twilekchiss @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @obbicrystaleo@empresskrennic @davesrightshoe @elise2174 @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni @janjtje @helrose8 @debonaire-princess @courier-jackalope

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hiii!! I love your writing sooo much <33

for your valentines celebration, could you do prompt #19 with rafe Cameron?? And if possible, some fluff & angst

Why Didn’t You Say So

Valentines Celebration Prompt

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x FemReader

Warnings: fluff, angst, language, misunderstanding, unreciprocated feelings, happy ending

19. Both of you decide Valentines is the perfect day to reveal your feelings to each other but what happens when you overhear one another and assume it’s about someone else?

word count: 1.5k

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This was it. Today was the day. You were tired of tip toeing around the subject. Yeah, Rafe Cameron was intimidating, but wasn’t that the point of Valentine’s day? To tell someone how you feel? Be their Valentine? That’s what you planned on doing whether it would ruin everything or not. So that’s how you find yourself walking the short trail that would lead you to the Cameron household. It’s normal for you to let yourself in when you reach the pool gate but the sound of Rafe’s voice stops you from pushing it open.

“Yeah man, she’s going to be so surprised. I have this huge date planned for us tonight. Roses, candles, chocolates, the whole thing” you freeze, arms covering with goosebumps. He already had a date, a valentine, how had you not known?

“Since when has Rafe Cameron been a romantic?” Toppers voice fills the silence and you fight the tears that come to your eyes.

“Only for her dude, I can’t wait to see her” and you don’t have to listen anymore to know this was a bad idea after all. So even though Rafe was expecting you at some point today you book it back down the trail, planning to spend the rest of Valentine’s day alone and curled up in bed.

Rafe gets more worried every minute you don’t show up like he expected. Today he planned on telling you the truth, how he had feelings for you this whole time. Take you on this big Valentine’s Date and give you everything you deserved. Yet you never show so he packs up the flowers and chocolates he already had and starts on the journey to your house.

He doesn’t suspect anything wrong, he see’s your bedroom lights on and starts the climb up the side of the balcony like he’s done a hundred times. Your window is cracked, open for the cool sea breeze and him normally. What he doesn’t expect is the sound of not only your voice but Kiara’s. It was weird for you to choose her over him when you already had set plans but he tells himself to not be jealous. Maybe the two of you just got caught up gossiping. Which might be true when Kiara’s voice comes from the window clear as day.

“You basically caught him with another girl. What an asshole” her voice is sharp but that isn’t what pierces Rafe’s heart. It’s the fact that you had a date and not only that but he cheated on you. You of all people, his favorite person on this earth.

“I guess, I don’t know. It was silly for me to assume he would even like me” your voice follows after and Rafe sighs. He wished you knew how special you were.

“Don’t say that, you’ll find the right guy someday. Maybe just stay away from specific ones here” Kiara comforts you and the soft laugh that bubbles from you wraps around Rafe’s heart.

“I can agree with that, especially kook men” and with that final blow Rafe decides it was entirely too stupid to think you’d ever see him as anything more than a friend. So he makes his descent back down the side of the balcony only to lose his footing. He can't stop the small yelp that leaves his lips as he loses his grasp and falls the rest of the way to the grass below. He lands with a soft thud and his shoulder instantly aches from taking the brunt of his fall. Groaning out his head tips back in the grass just to see you and Kiara staring at him from your window.

"Oh my God Rafe! Are you okay?" your soft voice flutters through the wind. As much as his fall hurts the sound of your voice still comforts him in a sense. Still waiting for air to come back to his lungs he lets out a breathy response.

“Yeah, I think” he says but you’re already on your way down to him, appearing in the front yard with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders as he slowly sits up.

“What’re you doing here?” You ask, falling to your knees and immediately inspecting him for injury. It’s when your eyes finally land on his, thankful he didn’t have dilated pupils, you calmed down.

“You were supposed to come over, I got worried” but you’re even more confused because didn’t he have some sort of big date planned for a girl that isn’t you?

“I decided to stay home. It’s Valentines Day, don’t you have somewhere to be?” You ask, a confused look painting your features as you help him stand to your feet.

“No, my only plans were to spend all day with you” he says confused as well and somehow you’re still oblivious which has Kiara groaning out loud as she watches this interaction from the porch.

“When I came over earlier I heard you talking about this big date you had so I figured I better not distract you and stay home” you say and realization dawns on him. You thought he was talking about someone else when all along he was talking about you.

“Honey, I was talking about you and then you ghosted me” he says a bit exasperated as he chuckles to himself about the mixup. It takes you a minute to register, trying to recall the conversation you had caught him and Topper having before realizing that Rafe had never said anything to make you think it could’ve been someone other than you.

Only for her dude, I can’t wait to see her.

Your heart melts the minute the words reverberate in your head, a much different reaction that the heart shattering one you had earlier. If only you had thought you had a chance too.

“I was trying to do a big grand gesture, tell you I had feelings for you but when I came here to see why you hadn’t showed I overheard you telling Kiara about another guy. So message received, you don’t feel the same way, and we can just stay friends” panic shoots through you as you realize he had climbed up to overhear gossip about him.

“Rafe, honey no” the pet name falls off your tongue so easily as you grab his arms and pull him closer to you. “I was telling Kie about you. How I overheard about your date and didn’t know you were seeing another girl. I was on my way to tell you how I felt this morning and got discouraged when I heard what you told Topper”

As Rafe registers the amount of miscommunication that has happened today the both of you can’t help but fall into silent laughter and when it stops you realize how nerve wracking this really is. Both of your feelings were just out in the open, waiting to be received from the other, and when his eyes lock back on your own you finally find yourself slightly calming down.

“This is quite the predicament we’ve got ourselves in and Valentine’s Day is nearly over” he says and you nod as a soft chuckle falls from your lips.

“I guess so” you agree and Rafe lets out a soft sigh as he finally reaches a hand up and brushes some hair out of your face. Your breath hitches and Rafe notices, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

“So you were coming over to tell me you like me huh?” His confident persona appears, teasing you lightly and you softly roll your eyes.

“Says the guy who had a big gesture with roses, candles, and chocolates planned” you tease right back and he chuckles, arms slowly snaking around your waist and pulling you close.

“Yeah, well Valentine’s isn’t over just yet” he says and you smile back at him, heart racing because this was finally happening. Things were finally becoming real.

“You gonna do something about it?” you say, eyes glancing up through your lashes, and Rafe smiles, head tipping down to meet your own.

“I have a few ideas” he grins and he finally invades your space, breath fanning hotly over your face and your lips part on instinct. Beckoning his closer, a whine sitting at the back of your throat nearly begging him to close the gap. After what feels like forever his lips finally meet your own and the whine dies on your tongue as a soft sigh falls through you, relaxing into his arms.

His lips are soft against your own, the taste of cherries and mint of his tongue. You had dreamed of this moment hundreds of times and somehow it topped all of those. He squeezed you close as you breathed him in like he was the only oxygen you needed and when you finally pulled away you couldn’t help the dopey grin that crossed your face.

“Still want to try for that date, I have chocolates and flowers in the car” he says with a heavy breath and swollen lips and you smile right back.

“Well why didn’t you say so, let’s go” you say and he laughs, letting you go to grab your hand and lead you to his truck where he intends to follow through on the plans you heard him discuss this morning.

A promise of continuing to communicate heavy through the February night air.

[sincerely-sofie]

What are some ideas you've wanted to draw/write but haven't?

Oh man. I've got so many. A handful of ideas include:

A semi-animated series titled "My Pal the Paladin" about a kidnapped princess and the final boss who join forces to track down the legendary hero who's failed to slay even a single mook months after the plot kicking off and yell at him for taking so long. It's based on my oldest original characters and has a lot of sentimental worth to me as a result. Idris, Pal, and Katherine are my babies. I've considered making it similar in production to Dingo Doodle's Fool's Gold series, but I haven't actually made it because I'm really nervous about it turning out poorly ^^; I'd love to post a pitch bible for it someday!

A gothic picture book tentatively titled "Cover the Mirrors" about a woman killing a monster that has haunted her since girlhood, and inheriting the curse that turned the monster from a normal man into his current twisted looks. It would end with the monster's appearance going from being seen as a Boogeyman figure that stalks kids who play outside after sundown while the original monster was around, to a vengeful beast that hunts people who prey on children once the woman inherits the curse. It would play with the idea of trauma giving you unique abilities to help those who have gone through similar terrors, while also warping you into something you can't recognize and find inherently repulsive. I haven't made it because I don't know how to render the painterly style I envision for it.

A mixed media visual novel titled "Cradlehead" about a woman who finds herself serving as the unwilling vessel for an eldritch entity that will destroy her mind when it finishes germinating within and exits her body. She has to escape the pocket dimension it trapped her in to develop within the optimal conditions in order to save herself. The visuals would incorporate clay, digital art, traditional art, 3D models, pixel art, and photography. The game would center around the woman's desperation as she tries to escape while her ability to perceive the new world around her decays more and more over time. I haven't made it because I doubt my artistic abilities to make something like I have in my head come to life.

An untitled magical girl webcomic about an unwilling magical girl with a giant bee familiar named Queenie and issues controlling her powers because of her insecurities. She feels bad about being a not very girly individual while surrounded by hyper-feminine young women who have a handle on their powers she could never dream of. It revolves around her character arc where she eventually stops worrying about meeting the arbitrary standards she imposes on herself to be "girly enough" and decides to just be herself, whoever that is, unlocking her true powers and entering her ultimate form during a climactic battle— taking on a design less like a queen holding a scepter like she'd been dreading, and more like a princely knight holding a stinger-like spear. Her rejection of others' expectations as well as her own helps the world-ending threat, a shapeshifting eldritch being that absorbs people into itself so it can become someone other than itself but is never satisfied with the new faces it obtains, to accept itself and stop trying to steal people's souls in order to find one that would make it love itself. I haven't made it because I worry if it would come across weirdly to the average viewer, as it deals with gender dysphoria as a subject in a very atypical manner.

[kimhargreeves]

Before You Go-Jin Itadori x Reader (Jujutsu Kaisen)

(A/N: Why did Gege draw almost all of JJK dad's attractive dilfs?! Anyways I've decided to write a short fic of Jin Itadori one shot since others have simped over Toji. Don't think anyone else thinks Jin is attractive, nobody requested this but I decided to write this. Let me know if anyone wants part 2, though it's already being planned. Also, should smut be included or not? Let me know JJK fans.)

Summary: Jin and You have been friends since childhood, final exams are coming up now determining both of your futures. You're crush on Jin Itadori is known to everyone, so you make it seem like you haven't studied for exams for spend time with him. It's Christmas Eve when head to his home and a decision is made when you're both alone.

"Reading that book again, Jin?" I blush when the pink haired man with glasses focuses his eyes back on me when he decided to close the book he had. Taking a small break from it.

"Finals are approaching, (Y/N). I gotta give it my all pass the test, you know how my father will be if he finds out I didn't pass."

I chuckle at him always becoming worried when it came to exams. "Don't stress yourself too much, Jin. You're the smartest guy in class, and the smartest man I've ever met."

Jin pouts while looking at me as he fixes his glasses back in his nose.

"You want me to help you in studying, don't you?"

I chuckle and try to laugh it off but saw a small smile spread across Jin's face when I sat back down with him and nudged my shoulder with his, leaning a bit too close to him.

The cold didn't bother me a bit if it meant I could get close to Jin. The weather was getting chilly since it was December and snow had fallen a dew days ago, and Christmas was just a day away.

"If you're so kind or have the time to. Then yes, I would gladly like you to help me."

Jin sighed struggling to not smile again. "You owe me this time, (Y/N)."

"Know what? For what's left of the school year I'll bring you lunch everyday, that'll make us even. I know how much you love my cooking." I blushed glancing over to look at his cute face.

"You're cooking is really good. You'll make a fine housewife someday."

I blushed a deeper shade of pink when he said that, "You think so?!"

Jin hummed in agreement and turned to smile at me.

"Then I'll make sure to marry a man who'll love my cooking. Maybe the man I'm looking to marry might be closer than I think." I smiled wide deciding to go further with the flirting.

"Maybe so.." Jin said fixing his glasses again and opening his book again, now passing it onto his other hand so I could take a good look at it as well.

Jin began to explain further on the subject and what might possibly be on the final exams. I didn't really may much attention on the topic since I already knew all about it, I just wanted to be as close to him as possible, be with him since I don't know if he's planning on traveling soon since we'll both be graduating from college.

The two of us remained together with me pretending to pay attention when I rested my head of my crushes shoulder, I felt him tense a bit when I did that and I internally chuckled when Jin had stuttered and quickly continued with his lesson.

"So, did you get any of that?" Jin asked closing the book and glancing down at me. I looked up and shook my head.

"Nope. I'm sorry."

Jin sighed defeated and I quickly sat back and watched him begin to stretch and stand up. "Well, it's getting late-"

"Let me make dinner for you!" I shouted making him look at me surprised. "I-I mean…yes! I made you stay out here on campus when you could've declined teaching me, let me cook something for you and your dad." I offered.

"What about your par-" Jin didn't finish the sentence and came over and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Let's go, (Y/N)."

It must've slipped from Jin's mind…when he was about to mention my parents. It had been a year since they passed away, or killed as the news officially said, no evidence or anything was found on who killed them.

For a short time when that happened, the small Itadori household let me stay with them. If it weren't for Jin, would've been long gone.

My parents knew about my crush on Jin Itadori and I would often dream and tell them that'd they better be present on our wedding. A girl can dream..I wanted them to take part in the many things I wanted to do, unfortunately I was alone now.

"I'm home!" Jin announced when he was the first to step into his and his father's shared home. I placed my belongings near the entrance and took my shoes off before going inside the residence.

"I brought (Y/N) home!"

Jin loudly said and I walked with him with grocery bags in hand. The older Itadori suddenly appeared before us looking over at his tall son and over to me.

A small smile forming on his face, "Ah (Y/N)! It's always nice to see you with my son. This is your home too."

I smiled blushing when I felt Jin's eyes on me as he held a glass of water and started to drink, I bowed a bit and held the bags up a bit. "Thank you very much, sir. If there's no trouble I'll be preparing you both meals for the night."

"You're too kind, (Y/N). You know, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, I see you're all ready doing fantastic job on my son, Jin."

Jin who has been drinking choked on the water and started to cough onto the sink. I raced over to him quickly dropping the bags and patting Jin's broad back.

We both heard his father laughing. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." He suggested with a small smirk and left towards the living room area.

"That old man." Jin smirked wiping his mouth and standing back straight, "it's nice to see him like this every now and then."

I smiled and looked up at him. "I really care for him as well. I hope you'll like what I'm preparing to cook." I rolled my sleeves up and began row ash the vegetables.

While doing so I heard some pans being taken out of the shelf. I turned and saw Jin wiping them and making sure they were dirty to use, "You think I'm gonna let you be the only one to cook?"

I hum and smiled. "Fine. You can help me out just a bit, but then you'll be out of the kitchen." I said continuing to wash the vegetables and slowly my sleeves began to lower themselves down about to get wet.

I gasped lightly when Jin grabbed my arms and began to carefully roll the sleeves to my dress up, making sure they wouldn't slip again.

"There wouldn't want you to get that cute dress wet." I blushed heavily and felt my heart beating faster.

"How about the person wearing it?!" I quickly asked.

Jin chuckled and simply patted my head. "Let's get cooking, (Y/N)." He said winking at me.

"Ahh this smells delicious!" My mouth watered at the many dishes I prepared with the help of Jin. His father, Jin and I were sat down on the cushions and saying a small prayer.

From outside of the Itadori home, I could see the sky getting darker with snow beginning to fall and many colorful Christmas lights brightening up the streets.

"And let's thank (Y/N) for preparing this delicious meal for us, may many blessings fall on you, my dear." Itadori's father said.

Making me blush and smile at the older man with Jin pouting at his father. "I also helped, you know?"

Ignoring his son, his father continued to speak. "When I'm on my deathbed promise me you'll continue to be a part of his family, and bringing me your famous chicken soup I enjoy."

My expression on the old man softened. Maybe he meant it if Jin and I were to marry, if I would continue to look after him too.

"Don't mind the old man." Jin sighed making his father hit his shoulder with a newspaper.

"Stop slouching and sit up straight." Jin nearly choking on the tea I prepared.

I began to chuckle then laugh at their interactions. "Don't you worry, sir. I'll continue to be a part of your family until the day I die. That's if your son is willing to accept me as well."

I blushed and hid my face looking at my lap. "I-I" Jin stuttered and his father answered for him.

"He accepts! Now let's dig in before the food gets cold." His father seemed really happy. Jin and I glanced at one another and smiled with a bright blush on both of our faces.

"You're more than welcome to spend the night here. It's getting colder and it can be dangerous to walk back home, thought we wouldn't have allowed you to leave if you had insisted." Jin's father had told me earlier when the three of us finished eating.

It was late and the streets were completely empty. Snow continued to fall and decorate the once melting ground. The night felt so peaceful.

I smiled to myself when I heard Jin's father snoring throughout the small home. I remained seated staring outside the glass door and watching the snow gently land on the door, and also admiring the medium sized Christmas tree I had gifted to them which was lit up colorful lights.

"Couldn't sleep either, huh?" Jin's gentle voice said when he came and saw me seated on the cushions.

"Decided to stay up a bit longer." I softly said still staring outside and turning to look at him. He was wearing warm pajamas, while I was wearing some clothes he lend me, pants that fitted a bit too big along with another large hoodie that could fit two people due to how small I am.

I also had a warm blanket over my shoulders. "Tomorrow's the final exams.." I commented.

"Want me to help you out?" I shook my head at Jin's offer and smiled looking at him again.

"I'm good. Thank you for always looking out for me."

I felt Jin move from where he once was and he took a seat down next to me and now drapped the blanket over on both of us. The close contact to him made me now blush a lot more, if he were to lean closer I think he would be able to hear my heart beating faster.

Jin hummed looking at me when I quickly looked away from his eyes, I felt him fixing his glasses before I felt one of his hands land in my forehead.

"You okay, (Y/N)? You seem a bit too red."

"No! I-I'm completely fine."

I began to overthink things now and was truly scared. Final exams. Depending on what we might want to work for, we could remain in Japan, leave the city or country. I don't want Jin to leave if any offers would be given to him by the choice in work he's been studying for.

Before Jin could pull his hand away I quickly grabbed it with my right hand, making him look down at me surprised. Without spilling any tears I looked over to him.

"Are you scared, Jin? On what the future might hold…for us?" I muttered not wanting moments like these to end.

"Honestly I am..but I know my father will have my back no matter what I decide to do. I'll have to learn to out those fears aside.. I'll have to work hard I can give my old man a nice life for the remaining year's…how about you? Do you have a goal in mind?"

I blushed and thought not too hard. "This might sound stupid..But I want to have kids. Children of my own."

My answered seemed to surprise Jin. "Don't you think it's a bit too early for that?" He joked still holding my hand.

Whatever our relationship may be. It's clear as day to anyone that we both care about each other a lot, pining over each other from time to time and it's clear there's an attraction on both sides. Thing is nothing has been official and no words have been said about it.

"Wouldn't you want to have kids? Maybe a small Jin running around the place?" I suggest and saw Jim thinking hard until he smiled a bit.

"A small Jin, huh? Another boy filling up the household..a girl would be a nice addition too." His words warmed my heart.

"Guess I'll have to find the right person for the job." We both said at the same time and smiled.

We both went back to looking at the window and I never felt so calm and relaxed in Jin's arms. Starting a life with Jin and having a family, kids with him doesn't sound like a bad idea at all.

"Jin…"

My eyes widened a bit when I felt his hand under my chin making me look up at him. I could see his warm eyes under his glasses. I began to close my eyes when Jin started to lean down further to me, my hands went up to grasp onto his hoodie when I felt his lips press against my own. I closed my eyes and hummed into the kiss when one of his hands was now placed behind my neck cradling me closer to him.

[mariaofdoranelle]

Mistletinder

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Merry Christmas/Yulemas, @writtenonreceipts! I hope this fic finds you well. I was so happy when I got you in the draw because I admire you so much, and I hope you have as much fun reading your gift as I had writing it ❤️

@rowaelinscourt thank you for organizing the secret Santa!

Warnings: moderate alcohol intake

Words: 4,7k

“This is gonna bite you in the ass someday, you know?” Sellene reproached from behind the steering wheel. Her friend couldn’t see what Aelin was doing on her phone, but somehow she knew.

“Shh!” Aelin looked behind her to check on the girls, but they were still sound asleep. At the age of four, if they listened to any curse word, it’d be forever until they stopped repeating it over and over again. At least, from what she was told, the Whitethorn family was used to small children and their demands. It was the whole reason why she was spending Yulemas with them, after all.

Aelin and Maisie were on their own now, and when Sellene all but dragged them to her family’s farm because of all the kids and animals, it was hard to argue. After the year from hell they had, a nice Yulemas was the least she could do for Maisie.

“You’re avoiding the subject,” Sellene insisted.

“Yes. Because I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“But you sure seem to want to keep doing it, huh?”

When you’re broke after your divorce and your business isn’t thriving, ain’t it funny what you’ll do?

On one drunken night amidst her separation, Aelin downloaded Tinder and scheduled a date on the bookstore café she owned. But when she freaked out and canceled right after the guy—Archer—arrived, she could only watch from her mezzanine office, amazed, as he stuffed his face with baked goods and left with two books.

After that, luring people from Tinder into Fireheart Books & Cafe was just a small part of her marketing plan. And the most unethical one.

“It’s a lucrative strategy,” Aelin said, feeling defensive.

“That you don’t need anymore.” Sellene rolled her eyes. “Didn’t you just butcher the anthropology section to fit more tables?”

Yes. For the same reason Aelin added sidewalk dining tables. “Your point is?”

“Did you at least give someone a try while you’re at it?”

Once. Just one person that made her actually enjoy the execution of her plan, even extending it so she’d talk to him more before ghosting. Conversation flowed, and Aelin had already gone on some dates at that point after her separation, but she wasn’t naïve enough to think she’d find love on Tinder.

“That app is a lost cause, Sel.”

“Doesn’t mean you can’t find some good hot dates.” Her friend wiggled her eyebrows. “I know I did.”

Aelin managed to muffle her laughter with one hand so the two sleeping beauties on the back wouldn’t wake up. She brushed her daughter’s chestnut hair away from her face, watching the way she leaned on her friend during their nap. Maisie and Bree were thick as thieves in preschool and, as single moms, Aelin and Sellene would frequently help each other out.

Sellene has a hot date? Auntie Ae and Maisie will happily have Bree for a sleepover.

Aelin is busy at the book shop? Auntie Sel and Bree can drop Maisie there when school is over.

Sellene was godsend this year, and listening to her rant about her love life was just one of the fun perks of being so close to her. If the few dates Aelin went to this year actually happened, it was because her friend insisted.

“So, how’s that thing with Ilias again?” Aelin said, desperate to change the subject.

A groan. “You will not believe what he texted me this morning…”

Aelin let her friend go on about her situationship, a little relieved that she wasn’t the focus of the conversation anymore.

Truth was, she was a little anxious about this Yulemas. Sellene guaranteed that her family was too big for Aelin to intrude in something intimate, and the Whitethorns were properly notified about her stay, but that nagging feeling that her and Maisie were crashing the party wouldn’t go.

After they got to the farm, it was a while before they reached the house.

When Sellene told her about all the family traditions and how homey it was, Aelin expected an old farmhouse of sorts. To be honest, she didn’t think much about how the house would look, but she definitely wasn’t expecting a classic-looking manor with an exterior made of white stone.

A blonde woman showed up on the porch before Sel parked the car, then she ran inside and came back, tugging a man by the arm. By that time, they were already leaving the car with their bags, but the older couple still insisted on helping them.

Rory and Owen, her friend’s aunt and uncle, as they introduced themselves. Aelin’s introduction was brief, since Sellene filled her family in on who she was beforehand, but they still made small talk. Though she wasn’t paying much attention, too caught up on the similarity between Sellene and Owen. Her friend joked about some strong traits running in her family, but this was uncanny.

“Genetics, huh?” Sellene said, a teasing grin on her face.

Aelin was staring, wasn’t she? Oops. “Yes, genetics.” She turned to Owen. “I can’t believe you’re not even her father!”

Rory laughed and urged them inside. “Come on, darling, there’s a lot of silver hair and green eyes for you to compare.” She smirked before she added, “And if you happen to like it, my son is single. Thirty-one, stable job, goes to the gym a lot—“

“Auntie,” Sellene reproached.

The matron frowned. “I’m not being very smooth, am I?”

Her husband gave her two gentle taps on the shoulder. “You’re never smooth at matchmaking, darling.”

Rory gave Aelin an apologetic smile before continuing, “We’re stuck with some housework right now, but if you can wait—“

“I’ll show her around,” Sellene said, waving her aunt off.

“Alright, then. Pick any empty room you’d like.” Rory turned to Aelin. “You and your little one are the most welcome, make yourselves at home,” she said with a beam before scurrying away to the kitchen.

And about Aelin’s little one: where the hell was she?

Sellene leaned closer to Aelin and murmured, “But you can totally flirt with my cousins if you’d like. There’s a whole bunch of them for you to pick.”

“I don’t think I’ll have time for that, but thanks.” Not that she wants to, but it’ll become a hard no if she’ll have to wrangle Maisie all the time.

“I saw them coming inside.” Sellene tugged Aelin. “Don’t worry, she’s safe here.”

“Your house is not.” At least not with her four-year-old on the loose.

The two women dropped their bags by the entrance and ran around looking for them, calling their names. Aelin couldn’t register much other than white walls and wooden furniture, her mind filled with what could Maisie possibly break in this small time frame, and how much it costs.

Aelin’s worry was peaking when she listened to her daughter’s voice coming from another porch, this one attached to the living room.

"Do you do your tattoos alone, or does your mom help you too?"

The man blinked, confused, until Maisie showed him the few Barbie bubblegum tattoos on her forearm. She gave it a pointed look, then to the many tattoos he had on his left arm, taking most of the limb.

Aelin decided it was best to make herself known, introduce yourself, and see if this stranger needed rescuing from her curious preschooler. She couldn’t see this man’s face from her point-of-view, but she had an inkling of who he could be because of his—shocker—silver hair.

“Maisie!” She called from afar, “I was looking for—“

The words died in her throat when she recognized the man before her. Aelin’s core felt ice-cold all of a sudden, despite the dangerous pounding of her heart. There was no way in hell this was happening, and she blamed Tinder for not requiring users to use their last name there.

“Aelin.” He made a point of looking at his bare wrist, as if checking the time. “I think you’re a bit late for our date.”

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Upstairs, in the safety of her bedroom, Sellene had the gall to cackle.

Aelin glared at her. “Could you not?”

Before ten minutes ago, her friend was absolutely clueless to the fact that Aelin and Rowan knew each other, just like she had no clue that Sellene and Rowan are cousins. But it saved her, since the woman walked into that porch and spared Aelin from doing any talking.

“Alright, lemme just…” Sellene turned away, as if Aelin couldn’t see her friend’s shoulders shaking from behind. Then she took a deep breath and turned back around. “Alright.” A twitch on the corner of her lips that was quickly concealed. “But you said you liked him?”

“That’s not the point!” Aelin said, pacing in the empty space between the bed and the wall.

Chatting with Rowan was nice, and she may have indulged in conversation with him more than she usually lets herself, but Aelin felt so drained after her divorce. She let herself be dragged to dates sometimes, but she didn’t have it in herself to fully face the dating scene again.

Sellene rolled her eyes and threw herself on the bed. “That’s the key point, actually. It’ll define our entire course of action.”

“Nope. Our course of action is whatever protects Maisie from this mess.”

Aelin was so afraid of fucking up Maisie’s Yulemas when she got here, she didn’t realize she’d potentially fucked up even before arriving. Her throat felt thick just to think of it.

Sellene squeezed her hand. “He’s not gonna cause a scandal or anything, Rowan’s not like that.”

“He’s not going to tell your incredibly welcoming family that I’m actually a cold-hearted milf that stood him up and ghosted?”

“Okay,” Sel trailed, grimacing. “He’s not like that, but he is a bit of a gossip, so…”

Aelin sat on the edge of the bed and groaned, her face resting in both hands. Whether he had a big mouth or not, she needed to fix this. Because she couldn’t put Maisie’s Yulemas in jeopardy, yes, but also because Rowan deserves an apology.

Truth is, Aelin never felt tempted to give a chance to the guys she chatted with, because everyone she met on Tinder could be classified as one of: a chronic manwhore, overall gross, or gross for a single but relevant reason, or a misogynist bigot. And sometimes she even liked to leave them stranded, especially when they fell into the latter category.

Usually, Aelin just acted flirty enough to let the guy think something other than coffee would happen, that way he’d run to their ‘date’ without wasting more of their time.

But there were exceptions, of course, and Rowan was one of them. He wasn’t exactly chatty, but she still found herself texting him back and forth late at night for almost two weeks. When he oh-so-gently requested to meet her in person after dropping some hints about it here and there to no avail, she knew she had to cut this short.

It was just business, or so she told herself when it was time to cancel the plans that were never bound to happen. Aelin didn’t have space in her life for much else.

But now the girls, Rowan and a few other Whitethorns were off to see the baby goats and some other kid-friendly farm animals, which gave Aelin a small time frame to plan her next move.

Sellene got up from her bed, nothing but determination on her face. “Here’s what we’re gonna do: we’ll wait downstairs. When they come back, I’ll keep an eye on Maisie while you scurry him away to apologize.”

This was the lamest plan Aelin has ever gotten into. “I expected better scheming from you.”

“No scheming this time,” her friend warned, “just tell him the truth.”

And that was what Aelin kept in mind, as she waited with Sel in the kitchen under the disguise of chatting with Rory.

The kids barreled into the room a while later, chatting about the farm animals they saw, petted, or even fed. Rowan lingered on the other side of the kitchen, carefully avoiding Aelin’s eyes while he rectified the little one’s exaggerated stories with things like actually, no goat charged at them, they just wail all the time.

Despite the high excitement, Maisie’s attention drifted when she noticed the batch of gingerbread men coming off the oven.

“My grandma makes gingerbread people too,” she said to Rory, then frowned. “Do you know my grandma?”

Aelin’s heart squeezed at the sight. She was hoping to keep Maisie’s mind off her father’s family these holidays.

“I’m afraid not, honey. Is she from Doranelle too?”

“No, she lives very, very, very far. I need to get on a plane to see her.”

“That’s very far indeed.” Rory chuckled. “What’s she doing this year?”

Maisie shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t have Yulemas with Daddy this year because he’s stuck in prison.”

The room fell silent, all eyes on her little girl’s outcast expression as Aelin’s face grew impossibly hot. Gods, her daughter sure had a way with words.

“Because he’s a prison psychologist,” Aelin amended, to everyone’s relief, by the way their shoulders collectively relaxed.

Chaol wasn’t seeing his daughter these holidays because he was too busy in the Southern Continent with his girlfriend—former mistress—but there was no way Aelin was telling her little girl that. Work was the go-to excuse to why he missed so many bi-monthly visitations, and it worked for Yulemas too.

One day, Maisie would understand that Aelin has been a single mom since long before her divorce. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t try to postpone said realization for as long as she could.

“Oh, how silly of me! I forgot to get rosemary.” Rory changed the subject when silence reigned, thank Mala. The time when Chaol was a touchy subject was long gone, but people still tiptoed around it with her.

The woman continued, “Aelin, darling, could you get me some, please?”

“Sure…” she trailed, looking around. “Where can I—“

“Rowan will show you the garden,” Rory quipped.

And Aelin thought that getting him alone for a moment would be tricky. Clearly, she underestimated his mother.

Rowan glared at the older woman, but she didn’t waver. Instead, the more that odd exchange lasted, the more Rory seemed to enjoy forcing her son to spend time with someone he clearly didn’t want around.

Fuck, Aelin needed to fix this immediately.

He gestured to the open back door in the kitchen, and led her to a kitchen garden close to the house.

Sunshine glanced off the leaves which vegetables, herbs and fruit grew, and Aelin wished she could enjoy its beauty more. The smell of fresh herbs and sound of the leaves shuddering were the only soothing things, given the conversation she had ahead.

She waited for him to make a start, to no avail. Perhaps he did, earlier today when she first saw him, right before Sellene walked in and they pretended that first exchange didn’t happen.

“I’m sorry.”

Rowan’s step faltered for a second. He gave her a curt nod, and continued his stroll towards the rosemary shrubs.

She continued, “I shouldn’t have stood you up, it was really shitty of me and I totally deserve it if you hate me right now.” A pause. “But I was hoping we could put this aside for Yulemas, you know? Being in the same house and all.”

“Alright,” he said while slowly nodding, and Aelin’s shoulders loosened up with relief for a moment, until he finally looked her in the eye and added, “I'll go easy on you if you tell me what happened.”

“I told you, I’ve been having a hard time dating after my—“

“Yeah, you told me that in your apology text, but I feel like there’s something missing.”

He got her there. It was true, but not the ugly truth.

“Remember the shop I asked you to meet me at?”

He nodded.

“I own it. And my Tinder account is strictly for… cash inflow.”

This time, he fully stopped. He studied Aelin with widened eyes, and after judging the seriousness in her expression, he laughed. It was loud and full, overpowering the gentle flutter of the leaves and birds’ wings around them.

He kneeled by the shrub, snapped a few branches with his fingers, and it was just then that Aelin realized they had already arrived at their destination.

“You’re not mad?”

Rowan shrugged, and she wanted to read his expression so bad, but he had his back to her, still working on his mother’s rosemary. “I guess should be mad. I’m definitely impressed. It’s a very clever move.”

Aelin didn’t know if she should thank him or not. “But are we cool?”

He chuckled, something more amicable in his eyes this time, when he turned around. “Yes, sure. It was just online dating. Do you know how often people get ghosted? I wasn’t gonna start a riot because of that.”

“‘Kay, thanks.” He was being such a nice sport, his forgiveness only worsened the guilt she felt. “And though you’re right about that, I’d be totally mad and petty if someone stood me up. Just saying.”

“I wasn’t mad that you stood me up—“

Aelin sent him a cut-the-bullshit look.

He sighed and continued, “Alright, I was upset. Not mad. What actually made me mad is that you ghosted me after that.”

She stopped mid-stride, her head tilted. This made absolutely no sense. Rowan broke eye contact to rearrange the branches inside the small bag, making his fingers busy for a small moment of awkward silence that lasted a lifetime in Aelin’s head.

“I liked you, Aelin. You didn’t have to do that for me to visit your coffee shop.”

Aelin didn’t want to think about why his words stung, but they did.

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Engaging in conversation at dinner would be a lot easier if Maisie was eating, not showing Bree magic tricks.

She placed a french fry on the table, between her and her friend. “Now close your eyes,” Maisie commanded. When her friend complied, she shoved the fry in her mouth and said, “Ta-da!”

Bree opened her eyes, and the loud gasp she let out after noticing the fry was gone gave Aelin a good chuckle.

“Do it again!” Sellene’s daughter said, clapping her hands.

“Maybe you could do it with the cucumber this time?” Aelin cut in.

Maisie turned to her mother with all seriousness a four-year-old can muster. “Mommy, it’s Friday. We only eat fries.”

Being the little entertainer she is, the people near Maisie laughed, not for the first time this dinner. Including Rowan, who sat next to Sellene, almost in front of her. It was weird, hearing his laughter instead of reading a “haha”. A good weird. Still weird. For Mala’s sake, she needs to sort her feelings out.

“You are such a silly goose,” her friend said, fondness filling her eyes.

“No, Auntie Sel, you are a silly goose. I’m a silly gosling.” The little girl took her time pronouncing each syllable of the last word, careful to get it right.

Aelin’s mouth was ajar as she stared at her. “Where did you learn that?”

“Wowan.” Maisie said, beaming. “We’re bestest friends now because he’s an animal doctor, and he promised to show me all his animal friends so I can be friends with them too.”

“Is that so?” Aelin plastered on a smile, hoping it wasn’t too strained. It didn’t go unnoticed that he was nice enough to Maisie for her to consider him her new ‘bestest friend’, even before Aelin apologized. Fuck, she needed to unpack this later.

When she dared a glance at Rowan, he looked a little stiff, but still gave her a quick, close-lipped smile. “She likes the baby goats.”

Aelin would know. Maisie talked about them all day.

“Wowan, I’ll do a magic trick.”

He turned his full attention towards Maisie.

She continued, “Did you see me do it before?”

“Yes.”

“Try to forget.”

“I can’t do it, Maisie, I saw you do that trick too many times.” He leaned back on his chair, a lazy smirk on. “But I haven’t seen you make the cucumber disappear.”

She jolted on her seat, put a cucumber slice on the table, pointed a finger at Rowan and yelled, “Close your eyes!”

When he complied, Maisie ate that cucumber with a ferocity Aelin had never seen before.

“Dear Mala,” Rowan said when he opened his eyes, feigning shock. “Do it again.”

And that’s how he convinced her to eat every single vegetable on her plate. Fuck, he sure knows how to woo a single mom.

Not woo, Aelin chastised herself. Rowan said he liked her. In the past tense. Which should be a relief, but this wasn’t how she felt as she watched him smile at her daughter and make her have fun while eating healthy.

Rowan stole a glance at her, but Aelin had her eyes on him already. He swallowed, likely unsure of what to do after being caught staring while she was already staring.

Thank you, she mouthed so Maisie wouldn’t hear. To her surprise, his eyes softened, and he gave her a small smile.

Relief finally washed over her, when Aelin realized that the awkwardness in his expression had vanished.

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As predicted, Maisie was so hyper Aelin didn’t manage to properly enjoy the farm herself. But she didn’t mind it, since her daughter was the whole purpose of this trip. Besides, sometimes watching the kids play could be better than TV.

“I wanted to go out to eat with you, not you and your baby!” Maisie’s arms flailed around as she tried to explain her frustration.

Bree clutched her doll to her chest, a wounded look on her face. “But I can’t leave my baby alone!”

Rowan, who was just passing by the living room, froze when he registered what was going on. He turned to Aelin, confusion written all over his face, and discreetly sat by her side on the couch.

“Everything alright?”

Aelin pointed at the tea party toy set near the girls. “They’re at a pretend restaurant, eating pretend food and talking about their pretend jobs.” A pause so she wouldn’t start laughing here and there. “Maisie was expecting a girls’ night, but Bree brought her baby with her.”

“Oh, I see.” Aelin’s gaze swept over him for a minute, and it was unfair how good his pine-green eyes looked when they were filled with amusement like this. “Whose side are you on?”

“I’m getting popcorn. You?”

“I don’t know,” he murmured, “I think this is a very complex issue. We can’t read it under a Manichaean view.”

Aelin chuckled, and they fell into comfortable silence while watching the girls. Rowan’s pine scent hit her senses, but it was the chilly wind coming from the window that made her shiver.

“You cold?”

She shrugged. “Not that much.”

Rowan stood up. “I’ll warm us up.”

“You’re getting a blanket?”

“Better,” Rowan said, a troublesome glint in his eyes. “Wine.”

Not as effective as a blanket, but definitely more fun.

“Merlot?” He suggested with his head tilted.

Unbelievable. Aelin briefly mentioned her favorite type of wine to this man over text in a late night conversation, and he still remembered it weeks later.

Rowan seemed to misread her silence, his expression becoming guarded. “But I can share the bottle with Enda if you don’t feel like it.”

Aelin’s gaze quickly turned to her daughter before she focused back on him. “Can it wait until after Maisie’s bedtime?”

Rowan took a step back with a grin on, and his eyes wouldn’t leave Aelin. “I’ll get the snacks ready.”

After wrangling Maisie around the house a little more and putting her to bed, Aelin found herself in the same living room as before. However, this time, the tea party set on the table was replaced by a small charcuterie board and two glasses of red wine.

They talked about their lives for hours. Now it was nearing midnight, and none of them seemed to grow tired of each other’s companies. It was just easy like that with him, and she knew it. Too easy, was what Aelin told herself in her office as she let him down. Too easy to be true, and not the delusion of a lonely twenty-nine-year-old divorcée.

Aelin had so many reasons why she couldn’t give Rowan a real chance, but she couldn’t remember a single one of them right now. Actually, she could remember, they just felt… small.

Too bad she was too late.

“And you never thought to move back here? Being a vet and all?”

Rowan sipped his wine. “I’ve lived in the city since I was a teenager, my whole life’s there. But I visit a lot.”

“And your cousins?”

“Not as much, but Yulemas is always here.” He cocked his head, his expression shifting as he grinned at her. “Though the company is usually much less good-looking.”

Aelin blinked. She stared at the glass of wine. It was her second, and Aelin knew her limits. She wasn’t even tipsy. It couldn’t be.

“Rowan Whitethorn… are you flirting with me?”

“Yes, I’ve been trying for a while.” A pause. “Is it working?”

Wow. She looked around, mind racing and empty at the same time. A turned-off TV. Potted plants with fairy lights on. A mistletoe. Gifts under a tree.

Rowan was flirting with her.

Rowan, Maisie’s new “bestest friend”. Kind, attentive Rowan who remembered her favorite wine and looked as delicious as the Focaccia bread he stole from the kitchen for her.

Rowan, who seemed to give her a second chance even when she didn’t deserve it.

“It’s working, yeah.”

He didn’t dare say a word after her response, and neither did she. He leaned forward, barely blinking as he tried to meet her eye.

Aelin needed to say something. She wanted to say something else, but it was hard to do it while she felt her old resolutions shatter like a wall of glass.

Going on shitty date after shitty date so she could find someone reasonably good, until something happened and she had to go back to the stream of shitty dates? No, meeting new people was a hard no for now.

But it was different when she had already met someone, right? Aelin wasn’t ready to give dating a chance, but she was more than willing to give Rowan a chance.

She got up and tugged Rowan’s hand.

“What?”

Aelin tugged on it again, so he got up from the couch too. Wordlessly, she led him to a spot right under the beam that divided the living room and the hallway.

She pointed at the mistletoe above them. “Oh, look.”

“Wow.”

“I definitely didn’t see that and drag you here.”

“And my mother definitely didn’t fill the house with mistletoes tonight because she’s in love with you and Maisie.”

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” she lied.

“So surprising.”

“Shocking.”

“Can I kiss you now?”

“Absolu—”

Rowan pulled their lips together, cupping her face with both hands while she wrapped her arms around him. Their lips brushed together, and it was almost unfair how soft he felt. He gently nipped hers so Aelin would open up to him, and the kiss was sweet and hungry at the same time. His hands traveled down her neck and arms, making her shiver, until he reached her waist and tugged her closer.

Well, fuck. If Aelin didn’t have any doubts about giving this a chance anymore, she didn’t know what to call it now. A negative amount of doubts? Anyway, her mind was jello. Aelin couldn’t know where this was going, but she knew she’d let it happen now. No more holding back.

Rowan broke the kiss and put their foreheads together, breathlessly breathing her in with closed eyes.

“If I ask you out on another date, will you show up this time?”

“Yes,” Aelin said, right before her parted lips morphed into a teasing smirk. “And I might even delete Tinder, depending on how large your coffee order is.”

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Woman in Red Ch 13/17

Chapter 13: ‘Yes Sir’

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ only, Dom/Sub play, collaring, restraint, paddling, cunnilingus, temporary marking, just a little bit of ass licking.

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 13: "Yes Sir"

Inside the box, organized neatly, he sees four fur-lined dark red leather cuffs that buckle and are connected with D rings and small-linked chains, a couple hanks of dark red rope, and a dark red leather collar with a matching leash.  He is both shocked and not at all. He carries the box to the dining table, laying the items out one by one.  The chains clink as they pool on the black table top. Looking in again, he finds a familiar looking black cloth. Unfurling the black wrapping along the smooth surface, a small assortment of toys in varying sizes roll out; vibrators, dildos, and cockrings.  On the bottom he finds a round, red leather paddle, lube, a butt plug with a ring on the end and body butter. He is astonishingly aroused as he lines up everything. 

“Aya,” he turns to her,  his face serious.”You’re sure that all this is ok? Everything here?”  

He is willing to play tie-me-up, tie-me-down games. Has one or five books on the subject in his personal library. 

She looks at everything laid out and puts the butt plug back in the box, she isn’t quite in the mood for that tonight. 

“There. I do have one caveat though,  I don’t like to be demeaned and put down. You can call me a whore, or a slut or something, but only if you are praising me for it.” 

“Alright then,” he agrees and reaches for the collar. “May I?” 

She just nods and pulls her hair up, offering her neck to him.  It was the last time that night that he asked her permission. 

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He steps back to look at her. Each limb adorned with a red cuff and a matching stripe around her neck. He had decided to forgo the chains as he was far more of a rope guy. 

He liked the artistry of rope; the meditation of tying the knots,  the beauty of skin pressed with criss-crossing lines, the contrasting colors of hemp. Her bra and panties make him think of a full harness. Someday, he would do a full karada on her with a sukaranbo. The idea of rope running between her legs makes his cock twitch. It’s been a while and he definitely needs a refresher before he pulls those skills on out her. 

As he buckles the collar around her neck, a little shivery sigh rolls down her spine. She hadn’t thought they would get to this so soon, if at all. She had a bare handful of other lovers who liked to play this way. She figured he’d be like them, wanting her to dom. She enjoyed it, make no mistake. But she hadn’t realized just how much she was yearning to be collared, just for a night. Not until his gentle fingers pulled her hands forward and fastened the cuffs had she felt that internal slackening of not being in charge. It showed her just how much she really trusted Austin. 

“Mmm, you look good enough to eat, Pet. Let’s just-” he picks up the red leather leash and snaps it onto the matching collar with a click, “there now.” 

He takes a big breath to control himself. She looks gorgeous in front of him. Only the shadows of the hickies he gave her remain on her tits. He’ll have to mark her again. Just the idea that she was his if only for tonight;  it made him burn. He backs up step by step, the leash an ever widening parabola between them. Desire simmers in his eyes. 

She makes no move to follow until she feels the tug on the taut leash at her neck. Austin leads her across the room to the bar height chairs of the kitchen island. He uses his foot to push two of them apart.

“One knee here and one here,” he points to the two chairs in turn. She clambors up, her legs apart. He saunters around to the kitchen side of the island. 

“C’mere,” he crooks his finger at her. She leans over, hands on the cold marble. He captures her mouth in a gentle kiss. His tongue brushes hers, his teeth nibble at her lower lip. It lasts longer than she expected, this sweet kiss. Her mouth just starts to get insistent, wanting more when she feels the pull. Steadily forward and down, he pulls on the leash, breaking her lips from his. She bends, like a vassal to her lord, bowing close to the counter.

“Ah-ah, all the way,” he gives the leash a little yank at the end and she is stretched forward. The cold marble against her nipples and belly makes her gasp as the leash forces her to lay fully down. 

“There you go,” he says, kissing the top of her head as he squats down, securing the leash tightly to the nearest drawer pull with a makeshift highwayman’s hitch.

“Since this is the kitchen, I think I’ll feast on you,” he kisses her cheek.  His fingers drag from her neck, over the back and to her ass as he walks around the end of the island. She hears the dragging of a dining chair closer.  His hands run up her hamstrings, thumbs digging in at the gluteal fold and peeling her cheeks apart. 

“Stick that pretty ass out,” he pulls back lightly at her hip crease,  “let me see that pussy.” 

She arches as best she can, but is limited due to her secured leash.  

“Oh hoh, what is this?” his fingers run lightly over the crotch of her panties, or the lack thereof. The slit in them frames her lips perfectly. 

“Spread those legs so I can see,” his voice is deep and soft and insistent.  

He sits down on the lower chair and hooks his feet around a leg each of her chairs, steadying them for her. She spreads her legs wide, feeling her wet lips pull gently apart. 

His thumbs pull gently at her little pink petals, his fingers dalying at her opening.

“Oh you are such a good Pet, to have yourself on display for me like this,” he kisses one cheek then the other. 

Then his lips are nibbling down to the juncture of her thighs and ass. He pulls her flesh into his mouth, biting gently but sucking hard. Again and again, on both sides, he growls the bruises onto her skin. 

His fingers are squeezing the globes of her ass, a cat kneading with his claws. 

The sucking, the soft throated growls, the pulling apart of her cheeks, the illusion of no control over it happening; all this only serves to slide Aya further down the slippery slope of submission. She can’t stop the slight pumping of her hips as he administers his marks.

Austin pulls back, watching the red/purple of crushed capillaries rise to the surface. 

“Keep still, Pet,” he grabs her hips.

He pulls her cheeks apart and plants kisses on the sensitive skin between her asshole and her vagina, then down each of her labia. Finally he extends his tongue to taste her. Oh lord, she tasted so good. The way she moans has his cock nodding agreement in his loose linen pants. He had foregone underwear when he dressed after his shower. 

On his second pass, he pushes his face farther into her, the flat of his tongue rubbing back and forth over her pussy lips. His senses are filled with her. He growls as he buries himself aggressively in her the third time. His nose wet, his tongue reaches to skim her clit. 

Aya is vibrating with desire as he plays with pussy. His obvious sounds of appreciation make it that much better. She moans as her ass shakes on his face.

 Her sounds spur him on. His hands pull the flesh of her ass apart, moaning with her, as he gives himself over to his oral infatuation. 

He rubs at her hard pea sized nub with the tip of his tongue. His lips mouthe at each separate outer labia, pulling them in and pulsing them with light suction.  His tongue licks up, along her lips and over the puckered flesh of her asshole. Her soft moans turn into a whine as his fingertips find her clit and his tongue plays at her ass. 

“Oh fuck that’s good,” she moans, feeling herself click tighter.

“Oh fuck that’s good, what?” he pulls away from her entirely, licking his lips and wiping his face.

“Oh fuck that’s good, Sir,” her emphasis on the Sir. The sudden lack of touch leaves her hanging. 

“Do you want to cum, Pet?” he asks, lightly stroking her. He is still not sure if he is going to deny her all night, or make her cum over and over instead. 

“Uh huh,” she moans, hips rocking back and forth, desperate for more.  

“Oh no no, that just won’t do,” he says, reaching for the paddle. He rubs it against her backside in a circle.  He administers her a series of light taps around one cheek that cascade gradually into harder ones. He ends with a moderately hard glancing blow. She sucks air in through her teeth.  

“That’s what you are going to get anytime you forget my honorific, understand?” 

“Uh huh,” she looks back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. 

“Oh you are so naughty,” his upper lip curls into a wry grin.  He repeats his tapping, soft to hard, over her other cheek. When he ends with a hard smack, it garners a moan from her lips and jerk from her hips. He loves that she is so clearly enjoying this heightening of her senses.

“Now, say it right,” a hard edge creeps into his voice. He leans over her, fingers rubbing up and down on her inner thighs. 

“Yes Sir,” she breathes out. She had no idea he would be so good. His initial paddling of her was making her tingle for more.

“Do you want to cum?” he pointedly asks again. 

“Yes Sir,” her voice betrays the level of her desire.

“Good girl,” he strokes her hair. It’s now that Austin decides on a course of action for the night. “You are to tell me when you are getting close to cumming. If you cum before I know it, I’ll be cross with you. Tell me you understand.” 

“I understand…” her voice is nearly rebellious as she balks at being called ‘girl’. If she is going to be ‘girl’ to him, he has to make her behave.

“Oh Pet, I think you just want me to paddle you red,” he proclaims. 

Her only answer is to squirm her ass around with a little moan.

“Say it,” he cajoles softly, rubbing the back of the paddle against her skin. 

“Please,” she waggles her ass against the paddle, pouting like a brat.

“No,” he takes a step away, but somehow leans low to her ear at the same time. “If you want it, little Pet, you have to say it.” 

His voice is like hot butter dripping off his tongue and over her neck with an edge of command. It melts her rising defiance. 

“Please, please paddle me, Sir,” she is only mildly surprised at her begging tone.

“Hmmm, do you think you need it to be good for me?” his tone is calm, a patient teacher asking leading questions of a student. “Or are you just being a little glutton for the punishment?” His words dip into threat as he runs the paddle down her back and over the round curve of her rump.

“Please, yes Sir, I need it, show me how to be good,” no filter, no thoughts, just need coming out of her mouth. 

“Mmmm, that’s better,” he rumbles so low. He balances the paddle on her ass and steps close between her legs, the fabric of his shirt rough on the soft skin of her inner thighs. His hands run up her spine, over her shoulders and down her arms in a mock massage. His fingers close over her wrists, squeezing tight and he pulls them behind her back, clicking the cuffs together with a snap.

He picks up the paddle. 

Aya is holding on to her mental precipice with one hand. The feel of his hands on her body, smooth and soft is a juxtaposition to the paddle she knows is coming. The oscillation between hard and soft in both his voice and action makes her slip to just her fingertips on the proverbial ledge. 

Gone is the pretense of warming her up with taps. Austin peppers her ass with smacks in a steady beat, moving around her skin so that one spot doesn't get too much all at once. 

Little whimpering moans lilt from her chest with each strike. Her hands restrained behind her back and her leash holding her fast to the front gives her a delicious sense of relinquishment. She surrenders to the sting, to the rising heat on her ass, to his will. She will serve as his plaything, his fucktoy, his pet, his fucking girl… ‘just for tonight’ she tells herself as her mental fingers slip the ledge. 

When he had decided to be a little relentless in his spanking of her, he hadn't expected the emerging red between the black diamonds on her ass to turn him on so much. He tortures his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches impact after impact jiggle her flesh. The only sounds are the smack of the leather and her mewling. He pauses now and then to rub her ass in circles, feeling the heat of her skin. He finds that his hips are thrusting gently into the ether of their own volition. 

‘Soon,’ he thinks to himself, ‘soon I’ll bury my cock between those two red globes and fuck her senseless.’

He moves to her side, threading his free arm under her belly, reaching to her pussy. He leans down, sowing a series of soft, soothing  kisses along her back and down her ass. His fingers start working shapes around her clit, little polygons of pleasure. He waits until she is moaning open vowel sounds, then brings the paddle down a handful times before immediately starting up with his fingers again. 

“You better fucking tell me, Pet,” her reminds her, his voice rumbles low, borderline threatening. 

Over and over he marries the pain of the paddle with the pleasure of his fingers. 

Aya is in overdrive. Every stinging strike of the paddle is forcing her to cry out. Every genius stroke of his long delicate fingers winds her tighter, moans free flowing from her throat. Her mind is whirling and she is just a ball of nerve endings, a ball with which he is proving his expertise.  It is mind bending. Finally she whinges out,“I’ma cum”. 

Austin whips around behind her and buries his face voraciously in her cunt. He can feel the red heat radiating off her skin as he dives deeper and deeper into her, lashing her with his tongue. He ends up nearly bowing down under her before he pulls her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. Even though he is supposed to be in charge here, he feels like an oral supplicant at devotion. He is worshiping at the oldest altar.

The change in stimulation reroutes Aya’s orgasm. It’s only a moment's reprieve though, as the cacophony of sensations start aggregating together as her nervous system catches up. His sudden suction on her causes her to flood over his face.  

The hot buzzing of her ass and the suction on her clit is just too much. She is pitched hard into her orgasm. Screaming, she strains the leash tight, her hips grinding into his face. Her frantically seizing pussy feels empty. God with his perfect fucking cock in her, she’d go wild.

Her juices trickle over Austin’s nose and down his cheeks. His long tongue lapping, lapping, drinking her in. His primal need to be inside her, to claim her, rises. He stands with it and kicks his chair back. Pulling his cock out and over the waistband of his pants, he holds himself, aiming for that portal to the promised land.   His dick reaches, trying to get to her, like Icarus for the sun. Indeed he can feel that she is all heat and soft, swollen wetness, enticing him to come further. It’s all he wants right now, to submerge himself in her and fuckall if he can’t quite reach her on those high stools. What the hell were his long damn legs and cock good for anyway? Desperate to get his dick wet with her, he rises onto his tiptoes. Tantalizingly, he gets as far as rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet lips. If only she would bend her knees, he could at least dip his head in. He tries pulling her hips lower, but the fucking leash!

Aya registers him standing but doesn't hear the chair scratch on the stone floor. His cock merely tickles her lips and he curses behind her. She strains against her collar towards him, wanting nothing more in this moment than to have him inside her.  

Austin’s chest rumbles with a snarl as he pushes her forward forcibly, slackening the leash in order to release the catch from the collar.  Freed, she sinks back deep, spreading wide, open and desperate for his penetration.

It’s pure hedonistic bliss when splits her to the hilt. She barely registers the ‘oh my god’ that rumbles in his chest. Her lungs empty with an ‘ahhhh’ and she vibrates, his big cock stretching her.  She almost tips over backwards into him in her eagerness to be fucked. His tip brushes against her g-spot.  

He undoes her wrists quickly and she is immediately moving up and down on his hard cock using the counter for leverage and balance.  Her moans sound otherworldly as she rides him. All he has to do is stand there, guiding her hips with his hands and flexing his glutes, jutting his cock towards her.  Her ass bouncing so fervently on his cock is possibly one of the most salacious things he’s ever witnessed. 

“Mmm hmmm,” he moans out. “That’s it Pet, ride that big cock,” his breath sucks in through his teeth. She feels so divine he can’t stop the words.  “Fuck that pretty red ass up and down ‘till you cum on me. Oh god you are too fucking hot,” he says, his brows furrowed. 

Her pitch rises, “I’m gonna… ohhh ohhhh! I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Her fist pounds the hard marble. Her body tries to jerk away from him as she climaxes. His arms clamp like steel around her, forcing her back to him. 

“Oh no you don’t, get back here” he growls, fucking up into her. The sound of the slap of her ass against his hips a harmony of sorts with her continued vocalizations. 

“You’re- fucking- mine,” he barks as he thrusts into her with every word. On the last, he pushes so deep and hard, it makes her scream out the last of her orgasm as it hits her just right inside. 

Later she’ll swear she could feel it in her pancreas. 

He shakes with the effort of both restraining her thrashing, and not cumming himself. 

“That’s my girl,” he breathes, “such a good cockwhore.” He presses her up to her knees and off his cock when she finally starts to droop. 

She lays there shaking and whimpering for a long minute. Her mind gone in the pleasure. Then Austin’s hands are gently on her, pulling her down onto his lap on the dining chair. He hushes at her, holding her to him. She lets him, his possessive declarations dangle in the back of her mind, just beyond her reach. 

“Thank you Aus, that was… you were… wow.” she nuzzles into his shoulder, patting his chest with her hand.

“Oh sweet little Pet,” his voice still edged with dominance and amusement, “I’m not done with you yet, not by a long shot.”  

He takes her hand and presses it to his still hard cock, the tip peeking out from his waistband. She has no idea how he didn’t cum. 

A shaky ‘oh’ courses through her mouth. “Don’t worry Pet,  I’ll give that pussy a little break,” he glides his thumb over her bottom lip and chin. He tilts her head up, “Now what do you say?” 

What she had been expecting to see, she couldn’t articulate. What she found in those gorgeous damn eyes was a man unsated and unwilling to let her go until he was.

That look scares her just a little. Aya finds herself, without warning, poised on the edge of using her safeword. Oh, not for the physical aspect. No, she could slake his need, without a doubt. It's the swirling well of emotions that bubble up, threatening to break her carefully laid seal. As she looks into his exquisite face, she practically melts. His mannerisms; his surety of movement; his mastery of the paddle and her pussy; the way his voice plays at the edges of her sanity; it all adds up and she isn’t sure her heart can afford the sum. She waits for a heartbeat not breathing. 

Austin, watching her like a hawk, sees her vacillation. He isn’t sure why she is hesitating, or what caused the widening look in her eyes. His control has been on point so far, so he mentally braces himself for her safeword to come tumbling out of that beautiful mouth. Apparently though,  the memo got lost on the way to his cock. His hips thrust gently forward pushing his cock into her hand.

“Say it,” his hot breath is a whisper on her ear as he leans forward, “You have to tell me.”  

Her whole body lights up and pure hot desire courses through her. Her inner conflict soars.  She is usually a pro at making these difficult choices in both her professional and personal lives. But it’s never been this tempting to lay herself so bare, be so very open. 

Waiting for a response, Austin reaches out with the leash he’d pocketed while she was shaking on the counter. Thumb on the catch, he pushes it to the D-ring of the collar with a click. 

The sharp sound jerks her out of her trepidation.

Oh. The leash.  It suddenly strikes her that like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, whatever she is feeling when the leash is on can stay with the leash. She can’t be responsible for the maelstrom,  it can’t possibly be her fault if she isn’t in charge. The feeling of release floods her. 

“Yes. Sir,” her answer comes out in a rushed breath, “I want-” 

Her thumb glides over his tip.  She turns her head into his hand, her eyes catching his. Her tongue sneaks out to lightly lick the pad of his thumb.

What she wants, she doesn't say, but the look she gives him as she lets her sentence dissipate tells him all he needs to know. He lets out a breath didn’t know he was holding and thoughts of her safeword disintegrate in his mind.  It isn’t until he feels the combination of the thumb gliding over his glans and her tongue on his digit that dark, devilish Austin roars forth. It threatens to rip his control to shreds.  Oh holy hell, they may both be in trouble now.  

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THE FULL OUTLINE FOR LONELY REMNANTS / CORPSEJUICE IS COMPLETE…. Now to just keep writing the actual damn thing…

I thought it would be eight chapters but it’s going to be twelve if you include the epilogue :,)

Here are the names and songs for each chapter, these are subject to change! If you wanna be completely totally in the dark, I’ll put them in a ‘read more’ so they can be avoided

- Chapter 1 songs: title song (“Ocean Breathes Salty” by Modest Mouse), “Friends In Low Places” by Worthikids, “Go to the Light” by Murder By Death, “Under My Skin” by Jukebox The Ghost, “You’re Dead” by Norma Tanega (for vibes), “Lost” by Amanda Palmer, “Lonesome Town” by Ricky Nelson, “Cut You A Piece” from 35mm, “I Will Always Think of You” from “BoJack Horseman, “Today Today” by Jack Stauber.

- Chapter 2: “I wish I'd find all the lonely remnants, Of you that left when your head cracked open” from “Coma Baby” by Nicole Dollanganger (woah! Guys it’s the title!!). Songs: title song, “Will You Remember?” by The Cranberries, “Sleepwalk” by Forrest Day.

- Chapter 3: “I'll save you from that fate, If I have to kill every angel in Heaven, I will snatch you back from the grave, And you will live to see my bed another day” from “Over the Moon” by Penelope Scott (thanks Cosmo <3 ) (No songs currently other than the title…)

- Chapter 4: “Didn't give me time to say goodbye in the way that I wanted to, So honey, close your eyes and stay like you're supposed to do” from “Pigeon” by Cavetown. Songs: title song, “A Mask of my Own Face” by Lemon Demon.

- Chapter 5: “Now you remember where you came from, Now you remember where you’re going, You’ve got to keep it flowing” from “Spiral of Ants” by Lemon Demon. Songs: title song, “Danny” by Nicole Dollanganger, “Here Before” by Vashti Bunyan, “Meteor Shower” by Cavetown, “Soap” by Penelope Scott.

- Chapter 6: “But you see, It’s not me, It’s not my family” from “Zombie” by The Cranberries. Songs: title song, “STRAIGHT DOWN” by Worthikids, “Lifetime Achievement Award” by Lemon Demon, “Army Dreamers” by Kate Bush, “Everything Moves” by Bronze Radio Return, “Memento Mori” by Crywank, “What Did You Do” by Jack Stauber.

- Chapter 7: “My body’s made of crushed little stars, And I’m not doing anything, I wanna see the whole world” from “My Body’s Made of Crushed Little Stars” by Mitski (guys I promise I tried to limit the amount of mitski… at least there’s no Jack Stauber bc I’m so strong). Songs: title song, “Remember My Name” by Mitski, “The Wolf” by SIAMES.

- Chapter 8: “Hey, Would it be so bad if I stayed? I’m just a ghost out of his grave” from “Ghosting” by Mother Mother. Songs: title song, “Love Will” by Jack Stauber, “dead girl in the pool.” by girl in red, “Body” by Mother Mother, “It Will Come Back” by Hozier.

- Chapter 9: “But in the end if I lose my voice, Will you forget about your love for me? But I still hold out hope that someday, I’ll be worth more than the silence left in my way” from “Canary in a Coal Mine” by The Crane Wives. Songs: title song, “Amen” by Amber Run.

- Chapter 10: “Wildfires have been eating you inside my head, Trying to smoke you out, Or burn you alive in it” from “Please Just Stay Dead” by Nicole Dollanganger. Songs: title song, “I Will Never Forget” by Kimya Dawson, “Howl” by Florence + The Machine, “Kitchen Fork” by Jack Conte, “Sense, Sensibility” by AJJ, “Putting The Dog To Sleep” by The Antlers, “My Name is Carnival” by Stranded Horse, “Rule #21 - Momento Mori” by Fish in a Birdcage, “The Apology Song” from “The Book of Life”.

- Chapter 11: “Villain and violent, Infant and innocent, Baby, both arms cradle you now” from “forwards beckon rebound” by Adrianne Lenker. Songs: title song, “Howl” by The Family Crest, “Small Red Boy” by AJJ, “Let Us Adore You” from “Steven Universe”, “The Bed Song” by Amanda Palmer, “Today Today” by Jack Stauber AGAIN.

- Chapter 12, epilogue: “And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old, Well, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I hope so” from “Ocean Breathes Salty” by Modest Mouse (oh shit like chapter one!! That’s crazy). Songs: title song, “Nothing Man” by Sodikken, more to come!

[youhideastar]

As I mentioned in a previous post, I had a baby this summer! It was an incredibly joyful time, but also a little scary, because she was born 7 weeks early. I promise, I am going to get to the fandom part of this soon!

During the first week that she was in the NICU, I was seized by this fear that if, God forbid, something happened to her or to me, she wouldn't know how much she was loved. I was desperate for any way to communicate that to her. It was not rational. There were a lot of hormones involved. But it felt so important. It still does.

And so I brought to the NICU @pandamomentum's beautiful bound version of So Wise We Grow, and I read to my daughter from it. This part:

“Do you anticipate having children, someday?” Spock asks suddenly – he is unsure of what prompts him to do so. “It is certainly my wish to do so,” Storek replies, without hesitation. “I have always enjoyed the company of children – you know that I often babysit Lieutenant Uhura’s twins – and when I find a suitable partner, I look forward to revisiting that enjoyment, with children of my own.” Storek arches an eyebrow of his own, and looks at his father. “At which time I will indubitably experience all the agonies to which I have subjected you and Captain Kirk for so many years. Revenge, I suspect, will be most satisfactory for the both of you.” “And the joys,” Spock says, so quietly that Storek must lean forward to catch it. “What?” “I urge you not to forget the joys,” Spock says, still quietly, but with as much feeling as he can muster. “I find, when I think of the events of the past seven years, that they are what first comes to mind.”

I wanted her to know that, 14 years before she was even born, I loved her, and wanted her, and was thinking about what my life with her would be like. She didn't understand the words, of course. But, hopefully, the love came through.

She's doing marvelously now, thank God. And someday, she will understand the words. Fandom gives us many things, and one of the things it's given me is a record of 15 years of my dreams and preoccupations--which, for me, is 15 years of kidfic and stories about characters whose longing for parenthood is central to who they are. (That's not all I wrote about for 15 years! But it's a pretty obvious throughline.) If there comes a time when I'm not around to tell her how much she was wanted and how long she was loved, my past self can tell her over and over and over again.

So, thank you, fandom. Thank you for giving me the stories I read and re-read to keep my spirits up in the hospital. A special thank you to @pandamomentum for making the book that carried my love - yeah, I could have read from my laptop but it wouldn't have been the same. And thank you, fandom, for giving me the tools and the art form and the community that have allowed me to write a record of my heart. ❤️

[the-colourful-witch]

Hello ! First of all, your art is the gem to my eyes, I love all your tiny comments you write about the outfits ! I have two questions ! First, in which House would you be if you study at Hogwarts ?

Second, do you plan to write/draw an original story one day ?<3 Would you post your process on your tumblr ?

Congrats on the 1000 followers !

Hi! Thank you so much! For the compliment and the great questions :) I took the Pottermore test online (when it was still called Pottermore) and my house is RAVENCLAW! Yaaaay! And I've always found the outcome confusing... I'm not book-smart. I'm not particularly worldly, either. But then I realised; I'm like Luna Lovegood. I have a vivid imagination and I like to figure stuff out, do research, and try new things. I can hyper-fixate on an obscure subject for weeks and learn everything about it, but I cannot do simple maths. It's a strange thing... But I've grown into the Ravenclaw House. I love it now :) Go RAVENCLAW!

Your second question is so fun! Here we go: I do actually write and illustrate my own stories. A year ago, I graduated art school with my own written and illustrated picture book. About a princess who wants to become a knight. With that, I got a lot of work in the childrens' book publishing world in my country. And I'm still working on my own stories. I haven't published my own stories yet, but there's talk about a first book next year :) (VERY EXCITING) You can actually check out my childrens' book work on my other Instagram page: splashofcolour23 I've also dabbled a little in fanfiction over the years but never published anything. I always get sidetracked with illustrating my characters and the story instead of writing it. At this rate, I'll never finish my story... :) But I'd love to share some OC work someday, if that's something you'd like to see... ?

I hope that answered your questions! Thank you for the fun ask!

[lantur]

updates,

I haven't written in three weeks!! I started my Masters in Social Work program three weeks ago :) The first week was a hard adjustment to full-time work and full-time school, but I settled in fast, and it's been wonderful. I love my readings, the course material is so interesting, and I've enjoyed working on my assignments. Writing papers is time-consuming, but I really enjoy the subject matter. I'm so glad I decided to go back to school.

Work has been 🔪🔪🔪 very challenging :(

David and I are on season two, episode five of Better Call Saul! I love this show. The writing, characterization, and acting is fantastic. It's so nice to be back to the world of Breaking Bad too. It reminds me of when I watched it and loved it in college, 10+ years ago.

I'm almost finished with my slow but steady listen to The Library at Mount Char, by Scott Hawkins. This is the weirdest book and it defies description, but I've enjoyed it just because of how original it is. It's been a wild ride.

I got to see @roseofbattles this week for the first time in three years! She stayed with me for a few days this week and it was so lovely to spend time with her, talking, eating delicious food, petting Westin, playing board games, and watching The West Wing. I am so so so happy that I have a friend moving to Minneapolis soon. ❤️ my plan to get all of my friends to move here is unfolding just as I hoped...

health stuff,

I had an appointment with my ob/gyn on Tuesday regarding my lack of ovulation and periods. She recommended I start Clomid this month, or as soon as my pharmacy decides to fill my prescription. Complicated feelings about officially starting infertility treatment. I knew this would be the most likely outcome since I have PCOS, but I still hoped that I might be able to conceive without treatment, as many individuals with PCOS do.

I'm kind of anxious about it, but I know there's no point in being anxious. The uncertainty is just an anxiety trigger. This could be a long road, or it could not. It could end with us having a baby, or not.

I don't think I realized how emotional I was about it until this week. I'm feeling a bit tearful as I write. I really want to be a mom someday and help my kid live an awesome life and when I imagine my ideal future life, that's what I imagine.

The good thing is that no matter what, I'll be okay. If it works out or not, if David and I adopt or not, if we end up being a childfree couple or not. My family and friends love me and I love them so much.

[superdanverstrio]

Hi again! I am so totally requesting again, I love your work and you make me happy. So Obviously Kara danvers x daughter reader :) And this time Kara catches r and her "boyfriend" Ben out in public kissing or hangout, doing something and Kara now has evidence to prove it to her daughter. But Y/n tries to deny it for a moment before giving in and telling her everything... Please and Thank you Zohra :)

Have a good one!

Right through you Pt.2

A/N: I am so sorry this took my entirely to long to start writing.

“Mom?” You asked, entering your home. “Hey honey, how was your day?” She said, closing her book and leaving it on the coach, she walked toward you to give you a hung. “It was good. Umm, I had a question.” You said, looking up at her. “Shoot.” “Can I go to the mall with some friends tomorrow after school, we would walk?” She looks at you and smirk. “Is Ben coming with you?” You rolled your eyes and shock your head. “No, I told you Ben and I aren't together.” “I never said you were, why are you on the defensive, do you have something to hide, Missy.” She questioned, still not believing you. "Mom come on, can I go?” You asked, trying to change the subject a bit. “Sure, but you need to be back before 7.” “Yes, thank you.”

The next day at the mall

“So, have you told your mom yet?” Ben asked as you walked hand in hand. “No, not yet, but ill do someday.” “Why don't you want to tell her? Are you maybe ashamed of me? It's fine if you are, I'm not mad.” You looked at him and smiled. “Of course I'm not ashamed of you, I would love for my mom to meet you.” You said, giving him a quick kiss on his lips. “It's just that my mom is extremely protective, it's a little intense sometimes. Especially my aunt, oh my god if she meets you, she will interrogate you for at least 3h hours.” He laughs and shock his hand in disbelief. “I'm sure, it's not that bad.” “It is, it really is, but ill tell her eventually.”

You guys continued to walk around the mall and visits some stores for a few hours. When you got back home, you say Kara waiting for you on the couch. “So, how was your activity with Ben.” She said with a smirk. “Are you ever going to give up, I'm not with Ben.” "Yeah, right." She said and got up from the couch and she showed you her phone, there was a picture of you and Ben on a bench, you had your head on his shoulder. You were stunned for a second.

How did she get that picture? “How did you get that. Did you follow me there?” “I actually didn't, but I have spies working for me. But don't change the subject, do you have something to say to me.” “No because this picture doesn't prove anything, we're just good friends.” Your mom smiled again, you swipe to the next image, this time you were kissing on that same bench. “Yeah, excellent friends.” You were about to defense yourself again but decided against it, you sight. “Fine, we're together, we have been together for like a month now.” “I knew it, why didn't you want to tell me?” You looked at her and chuckled. “You really don't have an idea?” she shook her head. “You are intense when it comes to people I see.” “No, I am not.” You raised an eyebrow. “Remember Kyle? You and Alex interrogate him for like 10 minutes.” “We just wanted to make sure he was good for you, I want nothing but the best for you.” She said, hugging you.”

“I know mom.” You said, hugging her back. “But you're going to have to tone it down because he really wants to come over this weekend and I don't want you to freak him out.” “Oh he's coming over great ok. And yes, I will try to tone it down.” She said, “thank you.”

Honestly you should've known she'd never tone it down, in fact she didn't try to.

[insanityclause]

Now that Loki season two has closed the TVA Handbook on Loki’s story, the question remains as to whether Tom Hiddleston has bid adieu to the MCU. It’s hard to imagine a better ending for the former God of Mischief, and since Loki‘s potential series finale aired last week, Hiddleston even referred to the episode as the “conclusion” of his 14-year journey with Loki. However, when pressed further on the subject this week, he then created a little bit of wiggle room for himself to return someday. 

For Loki executive producer Kevin R. Wright, Hiddleston’s finale performance felt like a goodbye of sorts.

“I think his approach to that performance certainly was [a send-off], and I think we all felt that on set,” Wright tells The Hollywood Reporter.

But similar to his lead actor, Wright is quick to issue his own caveats.

“We wanted this to feel like a proper ending for our show, but that does not mean that there won’t be more Loki or stories within this world,” Wright adds. “We just wanted to give this a proper ending in a way that we often don’t get to do in the MCU.”

Wright, who originated much of the series’ foundational elements through his own pitch years ago, says that he’s still making the case for more TVA stories in the MCU.

“I would love to keep telling TVA stories. Internally, people pitch everything, and I’m actively like, ‘I want to do more TVA!’” Wright shares. “It will just end up being about where it makes sense for them to come in, in the future, but we all look at that corner of the MCU and go, ‘God, we’re just scratching the surface.’”

Below, during a recent spoiler conversation with THR, Wright also addresses a couple Mobius fan theories and how he’s looking forward to developing future TV series in a more traditional fashion.

So, in the end, instead of killing Sylvie to save time itself, Loki makes the ultimate sacrifice for the good of everyone else, and in doing so, he tasks himself with literally holding the fabric of existence together. And to me, that’s both a tragic and triumphant end. Why was this the right note to end the series on?

I’m glad those are the two feelings, because that’s what we were going for. (Laughs.) I don’t know if I can answer that beyond what you just said; it’s just the right ending to the story. We always knew the show was going to end with Loki on a throne, even in season one, and it was never about where he was going. It was always about the feeling we wanted audiences to feel when he got there, and it was about building the story that led to that feeling. Ultimately, because I don’t want to get too into the weeds on the last ten minutes of the show, we all feel like the answers and the intentions are there on screen. 

But what I can say, generally, is that we are all really bored by the binary of hero-villain, good guy-bad guy, good choice-bad choice. In the real world, choices are really complicated. Real heroism often goes completely unrewarded. It often involves people who are making really tough decisions and will never benefit from the sacrifices that they’re having to make. And if you can build a superhero comic-book story that dives into the weeds of a more complicated heroism, then that was a challenge that was worth it to us to try. And Loki is the best character to do that with in many ways.

Technically, did Loki become the God of Stories, or a personified version of Yggdrasil, the Norse Tree of Life?

Are those mutually exclusive? It all comes back to questions of free will. Is he writing stories, or is he allowing stories to continue to be told? Is he weaving them together? It’s an interpretation of what exactly he did there at the end, but I think both can potentially be true.

Of course, anything is possible within the comic book genre, but this finale feels like a send-off for Tom Hiddleston as this character. Do you think we’ve seen the last of Tom’s Loki for at least a long while?

I think his approach to that performance certainly was [a send-off], and I think we all felt that on set. We wanted this to feel like a proper ending for our show, but that does not mean that there won’t be more Loki or stories within this world. We just wanted to give this a proper ending in a way that we often don’t get to do in the MCU. But also, in Marvel comics and the history of comics, the end of a comic run doesn’t mean the end of that character or those stories. And if there’s another story to be told or further stories to be told with what we’re doing here — and it’s with the right filmmakers and the right writers and the right team — then we would love to continue to see Tom. I also said this in season one, but I honestly think Tom will play Loki until he’s Richard E. Grant’s Classic Loki. It’s about the right thing and when we’re doing it, and being really careful about how we build those stories. 

The TVA still has some unfinished business, as they have to track Kang variants. So will the TVA appear in the MCU again at some point?

I would love to keep telling TVA stories. Internally, people pitch everything, and I’m actively like, “I want to do more TVA!” It will just end up being about where it makes sense for them to come in, in the future, but we all look at that corner of the MCU and go, “God, we’re just scratching the surface.”

360 sets. You begged and pleaded for them, and they were worth their weight in gold. Kasra Farahani also sounded optimistic that this approach might become more common on other MCU projects. So do you think you’ve successfully made your case to the crested blazers of the Marvel Studios Parliament? 

We’ll see. It comes down to the speed at which we make streaming shows, and that’s natural for TV. That’s not a Marvel speed. You’re shooting a lot in small schedules, and it’s benefited by having sets and not having to do a ton of VFX in every shot. It makes good practical sense, and there’s a reason why people did it for a hundred years of moviemaking. It’s about when it makes sense for our stories, certainly, but we’re also telling comic book stories, and sometimes, things have to be more fantastical than what you can build. So it’s about being smart and how you do it. I love it, and I know our team loves it. When we were shooting Loki, we had a number of filmmakers who visited set, and their reactions were like, “They let you build all this?” And it’s like, “Yeah! Wait, you’re not? You should be doing this, too.” (Laughs.)  So, long answer short, yeah, I think people have seen what we did and they see that it’s an option now, and will hopefully embrace it.

Fan theories can be both a blessing and a curse, as your friends on WandaVision know, but have you lost any sleep over not making the McDonald’s kid a young Mobius (Owen Wilson)?

No, but I love that theory. I also saw that maybe Mobius is an Odin variant, and that was really imaginative and cool, too. So it was never discussed and I never lost sleep over it, although I read all that stuff and I love it. Partially why Loki feels more densely layered than some other projects is we know that people are looking at it in that way and are digging into everything. So everybody on the team really embraces that and goes, “If it’s in frame, it has to hold up the scrutiny.” We’re either subliminally hiding things in there, or we’re putting things in there to misdirect so that we can better impact people with something more surprising. But I love that people engage with it that way, and I hope that they see that we are engaging back with them in how we build the show.

And what about a medium shot of Loki and Mobius on the tandem bicycle? Do you regret that you won’t see that meme for the rest of your life?

No, because I can go online and I can see it in all of the amazing fan art. It’s out there. We knew you just had to handle that with a very light touch, and the audience will fill in the blanks. And they beautifully have.

Marvel made a bunch of release date moves recently, and we’re not going to see much of you in 2024. Are you a bit relieved since Marvel Studios’ own temporal loom won’t be overloaded? 

What’s exciting to me — and this is something [head of streaming at Marvel] Brad Winderbaum has talked about — is what I personally will get to be making next. We’ll really be able to have the time to slowly build it, find the right team for it, find the right people to develop it, build a pilot and build things on a more traditional schedule. It’s a little bit like the sets. It’s good, it’s practical, it’s smart, and when things are done right with the right team, these projects can be really, really good. And I think Loki is really, really good. So, if we give the development and production cycle the right amount of attention and build a calendar in a way that allows us to really do this correctly, you will get to see more projects that are of this caliber. It’s just about giving the creatives the space and the resources to do things properly. So, ultimately, this is a really good thing. I know people want more, but I also know that if we take time with it, they will appreciate what they get.

Well, the ultimate compliment I can pay all of you is that I didn’t care much for Loki prior to this series, and not because he was a bad guy or anything like that. This show fulfilled the original promise of these Marvel Disney+ series by deepening this character in a way that the movies don’t have time for, and I have nothing but fondness for Loki now. So Loki should be the case study for how valuable Disney+ can be for Marvel.

One, thank you. Two, I agree. I know that our writers, Justin [Benson], Aaron [Moorhead], Kate [Herron] and everybody would also agree, and that was the most appealing part of this. You can slowly take your time and build a really fulfilling story. We have very little action this season. (Laughs.) There’s a lot of thrills and there’s a lot of big stuff, but it was about really taking our time to build a character story that can feel truly fulfilling. So I look forward to being able to do more stories this way.