#im not such a fan of keeping a beard on my face but...

[rumanomarika]

I've read a headcanon that dwarves believe braiding equals to courting.

so what about a dwarf!reader x Kili, where Kili just thinks reader is being kind even though they're both dwarves but the reader is just so in love they would braid Kili's hair everytime they'd got the chance, doing it slowly, softly caressing Kili's hair, intentionally passing lightly their fingers through Kili's ear..... BEING SO EROTIC AT IT AAGHHHH * chokes myself w a plastic bag *

[luvsturniolo]

hey girl i love ur stuff, do u think u could do a Matt imagine where the triplets are filming a baking video or smthn with the reader. There's a lot of speculation of whether Matt and reader are dating (idm if they're together yet or not) and reader minorly burns their hand or smthn and Matt makes a b-line to reader to comfort them? thanks ily<3

— ★ !! speculation

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : desc is explained in the req !!

a/n : girl i'm SO sorry that this took forever. my inbox is literally so confusing & it stresses me out so bad to look at ; i need to organize it asap ! anyway im sorry this took so long, ur req got burried under a ton of others

anyway , i hope u like this bc u deserve it after waiting so long 😭 also, i'm trying a slighty different format for my posts (its so subtle idek if u guys will notice but i love it so wtv 🤞🤞)

wc : 1.8k

for the past few months, you and matt have been acting a bit differently on camera. normally, the two of you make an effort to stay decently apart so none of the his fans will notice that you're dating.

you've been friends with the triplets since middle school and you show up in their videos all the time. but last summer, matt finally asked you to be his girlfriend. you guys agreed to keep your relationship off the internet and since then, you two have been trying your absolute best to avoid eachother while on camera.

but it's harder than it sounds to keep a distance from the one you love. all you want to do it hold his hand, rest your head on his shoudler, or hug him. but you can't. and it drives you fucking crazy.

this morning, nick texted you and asked if you wanted to come over to film a baking video with them. seeing as you had nothing better to do, you happily agreed.

nick explained that you would be the one blindfolded. he and his brothers would be normal — able to speak, see, and hear freely. you were a bit nervous at first, knowing how horrible you are at baking. but you still agreed to film the video because you know their fans have been begging for you to participate in one of their cooking videos for years.

you're currently in the kitchen with matt as he sets out all the ingredients that will be used. across the room, nick is setting up the camera so you guys can film in a few minutes. chris is in his bedroom, searching for the bandana he set out for you.

"got it!" chris shouts excitedly as he rushes into the kitchen, waving the hot pink bandana around in the air.

you laugh at the sight of its bright colors before asking, "why the hell did you casually had that laying around your room?"

"don't worry about it." he responds, trying to be mysterious and dramatic.

he hands the bandana to you and you place it over your eyes. you wrap it around your head and end up fumbling with the ends of it, unable to tie it blindly. you sigh with annoyance but continue to struggle, too determined to ask for help.

suddenly you feel someone place their hands on top of yours. you immediately recognize them to be matt's. his fingertips are cold but his palms are warm, causing chills to wash over your skin like an ocean wave.

"you don't need to be so independent all the time," he tells you softly. "it's okay to ask for help every once in a while."

you feel his hands leave yours — meaning the bandana is tied. you turn around and blindly reach your hands up to find his face. you feel your hands graze his jaw and you smile, feeling the stubble of his beard brush against your skin.

you tip your head up and reach to kiss him. however, seeing as you can't see, you end up missing his mouth and kissing the corner of his lips. you feel his mouth pull upward with a smile before he moves his head to the side so you can kiss him correctly.

"i need to make this worth it." he says against your mouth. he pulls away to speak, but you lean forward to chase his lips. "i won't be able to kiss you until after the video is finished."

"then quit wasting your time talking and kiss me." you say. you feel his chest shake with an airy chuckle before he places his hands on your hips and pulls you closer against him, reconnecting your mouths to kiss you again.

"guys, what the fuck?" you hear nick's voice call out from across the kitchen. "you've been making out for the past three minutes."

"yeah," chris's voice agrees. it sounds like he's standing in the doorway. "we were trying to be nice and let you have your moment, but you just won't stop kissing."

matt lets go of your hips with a sigh. "whatever, let's get this over with."

"woah, kid!" chris exclaims dramatically. you can hear his voice move and his footsteps get louder as he makes his way over to where you and matt are standing in front of the counter. "don't sound too excited."

as unbelievable as this sounds, matt doesn't actually hate filming. he actually loves making videos for his channel. if he didn't, he would not be doing it as a job. what he hates is being away from you.

he's the literal definition of clingy. and you're like the exhausted mom who has to put up with his tantrums whenever you're torn apart.

"okay, the camera is set up." nick announces. "i'm gonna start recording, so get your coupley-ness over with so we can film."

it's kind of crazy how casual it's become for everyone to work around yours and matt's secret relationship. his brothers respect your guys' decision to stay private and they help you guys hide it from the media. it genuinely means a lot to you to know how supportive chrtis and nick are — even though they like to make jokes and tease matt for his clinginess.

"hey guys!" nick says to the camera. “today, y/n is going to be blind baking some santa-shaped cookies since it’s almost christmas!”

you can hear nick walk over to where everyone else is standing. he continues to talk to the camera when you feel matt’s knuckles brush against the small of your back — where the camera can’t see.

you smile, enjoying the physical touch. but you know how risky it is for him to do things like that. if you start blushing or acting weird on camera, the fans will easily put the pieces together and realize what it means. so you shift a little, causing matt’s hand to fall off your back and back to his side.

"okay," you hear nick's voice say. you jump at how close he is now.

"oh my fuck, nick!" you shout, turning to glare at him — hoping you're looking in the right direction. "you scared the absolute shit out of me!"

"i'm not nick." chris says.

you turn in the opposite direction and tilt your head dramatically, waiting for nick to apologize for scaring you. but instead of an apology, you hear matt say "i'm not nick either. sorry."

you huff out a scoff and turn to the last remaining direction where nick could be. this time you were finally glaring at the correct triplet.

you hear matt laugh from beside you and your stomach twists into a knot.

since you can't see, the rest of your senses have been heightened — meaning you're hyperaware of the sound of your boyfriend's laugh. everything in you is tempted to kiss and hold him and tell him how much you love him.

but. you. cant.

"as i was saying," nick continues, "matt set out all the ingredients before we started recording. so, everything is on the counter in front of you, y/n."

you nod in response, happily beginning your task. the first portion of the video is calm and kind of relaxing. you listen to the triplets' commands as you grab and pour random things into random bowls. honestly, you've lost track of what step you're on. it feels like you're just going through the movements of baking cookies rather than actually cooking a meal.

chris and nick have no problem with holding your hands or wrists to point you in the right direction. but matt? he hasn't touched you at all. he still talks to you and helps out when it's needed, but you both know better than to touch.

due to matt's intense clinginess, it's safest to stay apart. if not, nick will end up cutting out a large portion of the video where matt has to be pried off of you (it's happened before).

"now, you need to put the cookie tray in the oven." nick tells you. from the sound of his voice, you can tell that he's reading instructions off the back of the cookie box. you hear him set the box on the counter before he continues. "while you do that, i'll put the dirty dishes in the sink; chris will clean the counters so you can decorate the cookies when they're done; and matt can make sure you don't catch the house on fire."

"alright." you agree with the plan. you reach forward to grab the tray of cookies. you pat thepalm of your hands on the countertop, trying to find the metal board. but you can't find it. "what the fuck?" you mutter, knowing it was just right here.

"right here," matt's voice murmers against the shell of your ear. he reaches over you, his chest pressed against your back. you hear the cookies slide agianst the counter before you feel the cool material of the tray touch your hands.

you clear your throat awkwardly, trying not to think about him too much. "thanks."

"mhm," he hums. as he stands up straight, the warmth of his chest leaves your back and you're left feeling cold and empty without his presence.

you mimick his actions by standing up straight. you then carry the tray in your hands as you walk around the island to where you know the stove is. you're about to set the tray down to open the oven, but you hear someone come up behind you. matt tells you to just hold still and he'll open it for you.

you do as he says and wait for him to open the oven door. when you hear it unlatch, you reach down to slide the tray onto the rack.

apparently, you miscalculated the distance between you and the oven. because just as you were going to set the tray down, you felt a sharp pain in the knuckles of your pinky finger.

"fuck!" you shout in pained breath before dropping the tray to the ground.

"what happened? are you okay? are you hurt?" matt rushes out a string of questions, immediately taking your hand into his. he twists and turns it, examining the injury.

"yeah, i'm fine." you tell him. "i shouldn't have dropped the tray like that, it was kinda dramatic."

you hear him sigh, "what did i tell you? it's okay to ask for help."

"i didn't think i needed it." you tell him, dropping your voice to a whisper as you tell him your next concern. "plus, you might wanna get away from me. we're still filming."

"fuck the video, y/n." he says, pulling you into a hug. he holds you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. "you mean way more to me than a bit of speculation."

tags : @kasqnxx @lvrsparadise @prettysturniolo @strniolo @urmyslxt @cupidsturniolo @opheliaofficial07 @thetriplets3 @sturn1olo-ffics @uhnanix @deadxrx @kitaysworld @slaysturniolo @wilmalovegood @ladylokilaufeyson5 @sturniolopepsi @strnilolo @knowingnothingnoel @its-jennarose @lea0518

[toxycodone]

genital headcannons for :

Falin

Laios

Chilchuck

Toshiro

Namari

Venery

Thistle

Falin definitely has a penis, I think hers is probably the biggest out of Laios' party? Namari definitely packs, I would let her peg me for hours omg..... she could ruin me. Ermmm.. Chilchuck probably has a big cock for a halfling, he's fucking TALL !!!! bro has to be packing something. Also shaved or not shaved... Namari body hair everywhere OMG I need her to shove my face into her bush I need to smell her. Sorry I'm being a little too straight (? I am a man but this feels gay idk) ... anyway chil, Namari, and Falin are unshaved, full bush down there. I feel like Toshiro at his best keeps everything trimmed !! but when he can't even shave his face when he's at his lowest... bro wouldn't have the energy to take care of it. Hmm and then Laios could be either way..?? We know he shaves his face and keeps his hair short bc he doesn't wanna look like his dad, but would he even think of shaving his pubes????? Idk. Wait is this a weird thing to think about? Oh wait do elves grow body hair??? I feel like thistle would have some body hair if it's possible, I feel like they can't... unless my DND 5e knowledge is getting mixed with uhmmm. What is it called... DUNGEON MESHI I think I'm starting to dissociate I'm going to stop typing lmfao

FALIN - GIRLCOCK. Whether you are a trans!Falin fan or what, in my eyes after the red dragon thing. She gets girl cock. I can see this as either like, a penis or like T-dick. Whatever you decide. But whatever it is her situation is definitely unique. Also she got a bush frfr

Laios - COCK. (I am also a trans!Laios fan so like. He can have anything in his pants it don’t matter imma eat it but usually when I write him it’s cock). His dick is as painfully average as he is. Not crazy length wise but he got some girth to it. I’m thinking like. 5 inches frfr. Maybe 6 but that’s generous imo. No manscaping just vibes he’s full bush down there. And body hair on his chest/legs/arms and around his groin

Chilchuck - OKAY. His dick is probably like more similar to an average tallman penis. Which is remarkable considering he’s like half their size. I’m gonna give him four inches and he’s breaking other halflings in half with it but with other races. He’s learned how to use it. Chilchuck is a real one. Light on body hair, but would keep it tidy when he’s not in the dungeon (I think he likes to manscape and like. Appreciate himself in the mirror lol)

Toshiro - He is ALL length and so embarrassed about it. (Def afraid he’s gonna hurt you.) He could learn to love it with a supportive partner though. I think for a while he’s rocking bush because like, yknow. That stuff isn’t really talked about…but he figured it out for himself that when he takes his time and shaves and stuff after a anything or whatever he’ll do some trimming down there because he likes the neatness. I like to think he grows body hair but it’s not super dark for some reason (besides on his face people get jealous at the beard he can grow)

Namari - SHE IS JUST LIKE ME I GET HER VIBE SO WHAT IM SAYING HERE IS CANON: SHE HAS CRAZY PUSS BUT IS ALWAYS ROCKING THE STRAP. Namari doesn’t let anyone fuck her hole unless they’re in a committed relationship (she does not play about that either if you insert anything in her sex is over). Insane with the strap too. She’s someone I can genuinely see breaking the bed with her strokes. Also she’s got body hair for days. Like other Dwarf women she can grow a beard too but she usually shaves. (Namari with stubble…I’m bout to go feral.)

Venery - Started off with a human vagina. Now it’s some weird mix between that + hyena + dragon cock. I think he’s canonically intersex due to the ancient magic. But he’s happy about it. Also UHHHHHH…..HE LAYS EGGS. JS.

Thistle - Okay Thistle is so trans to me I think he gives himself top surgery when he’s getting older with ancient magic. He leaves the downstairs area alone because he’s fine with just presenting masc that’s good enough for him. Very low body hair he just sits in the middle of gender ambiguous for REAL.

[allmyn1ghts]

support system °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Jey Uso x Fem!Superstar!Reader

synopsis: Just Jey being your number-one supporter <33

warnings: none really, just some fluff (who doesn't love a lil fluff!?) + suggestiveness sprinkled in

word count: 1,289

a/n: first fic on here! I hope this isn't too bad for my first time 🫣 I wanted to write something simple and sweet for Jey bae so here yall go <3

"You gon kill it out there bae!" you smile at your loving boyfriend, Jey, who's sitting on the couch in your locker room while you prep for your championship match against Charlotte Flair. The two of you have had an ongoing rivalry for the past couple of weeks. Tonight was finally the night to settle it, with you defending your Women's Championship Title.

"You know it, baby! Imma go out there, deal with her ass and come back STILL being champ." you said confidently, following your pre-match stretch routine. After finally being moved to Smackdown's main roster, you'd been everywhere. From doing promos almost every week, many main event matches on Smackdown, and even having a couple matches on bigger shows like Fastlane, You couldn't be missed. And Jey was loving every single bit of it. He truly was your number-one supporter. He always encouraged you to take every opportunity offered to you.

After Jey left the mess that is now the Bloodline, he had more time to be with you but also doing his own thing on Raw. He essentially became the Paul Heyman to your Roman Reigns. Whether it be him hyping you up, posting you on his Instagram, or being there for your matches, his support was unmatched. In return, you'd do the exact same for him.

"You damn right! Can't wait to see yo sexy ass in that ring." he says with a big smile. You roll your eyes playfully. "You think im playin', that damn gear is gon be the death of me!" When you got upgraded to the main roster, you wanted new gear. Something that said sexy but badass. You can't lie, your new gear really showed off your toned figure. "Keep it in your pants Jey, I still gotta match remember?" you giggle. "plusss, I need my number one supporter in the right headspace!". He looks at you with a straight face, "C'mon on y/nnn, we got like, thirty minutes till you on." He gives you that look while he slowly starts to manspread. You strut towards him with a big smile on your face, finding your spot on his lap and giving him a kiss on the lips. He smiles at you as his hands find your waist, pulling you closer into another kiss.

The two of continue your mini make-out session. "goddamn, you so fine". His hands are all over you and you moan quietly at his words before being interrupted by a knock at the door. "Y/N you're on in five!" It was someone from production letting you know it's time to go. Jey still continued to kiss you until you gently pushed him away. "Jey we gotta go," you say as he continues to kiss down your neck. You push him away with more force this time, standing up to grab your title and touch up your makeup. He gives you an annoyed look. "Once I retain my title, I'm all yours for the night. We can do whatever you want." you wink at him, heading toward the door. "Yeah?" he runs his hand over his beard, looking at you. "Bet, just know imma hold you to that baby" he says getting up and following you.

The two of you finally reach the gorilla position, waiting for your theme music to play. "You ready Uce?" he asks you. "Hell yeah, Lets do this shit!" he grabs your hand and does his classic "YEEET" that always makes you laugh. Once you hear your music, the two of you walk out hand in hand. You look at the crowd and smile. The fans love the unstoppable duo you and Jey have become. (they secretly love you more but don't tell Jey)

"Accompanied to the ring by Main Event Jey Uso, she is the WWE Women's Champion, Y/N!".

You smile hearing the announcer's introduction. You've always dreamed of being a WWE Superstar and it feels like a dream every time you walk out. The title around your waist shines against all the lights in the arena. You and Jey high-five fans as you make your way to the ring. Once reaching the ring, Jey holds the ropes open for you and holds his hand out. You take his hand, entering the ring. You climb the turnbuckles on each corner showing off your prized possession, Jey right behind you hyping you and crowd up like always. Before he leaves the ring, Jey kisses you, making the crowd go wild. "Good luck baby, you got this shit in the bag.". Your music dies down and you stare down Charlotte. You wave the title in her face, reminding her know who runs this division.

*Ding Ding Ding*

The two of yall give it your all. Clotheslines, DDTs, Dropkicks, suicide dives out the ring, you name it. Jey watches from the side of the ring constantly rooting for you, even distracting the ref if you need a minute to breathe.

"Yea Uce! Show her who the real champ!!"

"Cmon Y/N, you know how we do it"

"Get her ass good!"

You hit a crazy move? "Yeeeeet" and the crowd follows.

You finally hit Charlotte with a Superkick, paying homage to your man of course, knocking her to the ground. You climb to the top of the turnbuckle to hit your finisher. You look around at the crowd, they're chanting your name and you smile. You blow a kiss to your boyfriend before hitting a Swanton Bomb on her, finally going for the pin.

1...2...3...

Here's your winner, and STILL The WWE Women's Champion, Y/N!

You slowly rise back up, the biggest smile on your face as your title is returned to you. Jey rushes to your side, hugging you, telling you how proud he is of you. He raises your hand in the air, symbolizing your victory. You raise the title up with your other hand, staring into the camera in front of you, and begin your world-famous shit-talking.

"Can't nobody take away MY title, NO ONE."

"I run this division!"

Jey stares at you in awe for a moment and adds his two cents in.

"Aint nobody on top of us Uce, some real Day One Ish, YEET!"

.°˖✧

The two of yall finally make it back to your locker room. Jey hugs you from behind, kissing your cheek down to your neck. "Damn, you did that!" You laugh at him. "I told you I was gonna beat her ass!" you say as you gather your stuff.

"I love watchin' you kick ass, just does somthin' to me baby." he says kissng your cheek again.

"Oh really?

"Whatchu mean 'oh really', you know what yo sexy ass does to me! I been told you this.". Both of yall laugh at his horny comment. "Don't think I forgot about our little comprise, we gon finish what we started on that damn couch."

You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands finding your waist once more. "Trust me Jey, I didn't forget.". You lean in to kiss him, only to turn back around and continue packing. "Ooo yo ass is so lucky I love you." Once you finish packing your stuff, you walk over to your man, whos patiently sitting on the couch. "Let's get back to the hotel so I can show you how much I appreciate your endless support", you say, smirking at him, slowly turning around and heading towards the door. He quickly gets up and picks you up bridal style.

"Oh my god, Jey what the hell?!" you laugh

"You takin' too damn long and you look too damn good for me to wait any longer"

Let's just say you were in for a longgggg night.

Thank you for reading!! if you enjoyed please reblog and let me know what you thought in the comments <3

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[samsalami66]

And I'm back again with an addition to my Knight!Hob Prince!Dream au (I've decided to go with royal au for shortness' sake lmao) which you can find the first part of here.

Once again all the love and thanks to my wonderful @im-not-corrupted , who provided me with motivation and screams as I wrote this little drabble and is the #1 fan of this au.

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Dream hated audiences. 

Audiences meant spending an awful amount of time in his parents' presence, and even if nobody paid much attention to the third royal child in a line of seven, it was still painful to spend even a minute longer than necessary in the King's and Queen's presence. Dream could feel his father's disapproving gaze drift towards him every time his eyes would droop a bit too low, whenever his elbow would slip from where he had it propped on the armrest of his throne to hold his head upright, which felt heavier with every word the current Lord or Duke let spill from his lips. 

Lord Burgess, the man currently grazing the family with his abnormally boring presence, looked about ready to explode as the King once again denied his request for an addition to his land, which would allow him to hunt in the forest neighboring his crops. But the forests were strictly royal territory, and Dream could have told Lord Burgess in much fewer sentences than his father that they would never give up on ancestral lands, not in this lifetime or any other. 

But just as Dream's eyes were about to close to allow him another few moments of respite from this whole ordeal, sounds echoed through the halls outside the throne room. Voices got louder in volume and increasingly more frustrated the closer they got. It was a blessing, an escape from these confines of literal hell, and Dream perked up curiously to figure out what the tumult was about. 

Between the shouts and hisses he could make out a hysterical You can't just waltz in there! and a very joyful Watch me, mate! and Dream decided that this was bound to become a much more interesting audience than he had anticipated. And, true to the small exclamation Dream overheard, a man did just waltz into the room, a smile on his face that would cause even the strongest hearts to faint in charm. Dream didn't quite know how he managed not to, when bright brown eyes caught his over the entirety of the room in an instant, familiar mischief hidden somewhere behind the obvious amusement. 

Christ, those eyes had brought ruin upon Dream once already, years ago, when they had both been young and stupid. Though, by the looks of it, Hob Gadling had not cast that particular trait aside, if his entrance was anything to go by. Guards were hot on his heels, panic written all over their faces as they didn't manage to keep this man from interrupting a private audience with the royal family, which would surely end in them being excused from their service. 

But Hob Gadling seemed to care little for their steps behind him or the guards eventual fate, his stride purposeful, a clear destination in his step. Dream realised much too late what that destination was, too distracted by the way Hob's shirt clung to muscles that had not been there when they had last met, hair that was longer and curlier than he remembered and that framed a bearded jaw so beautifully Dream almost swooned. There was no time for that though, not when those eyes finally left his and were cast towards the ground, not ten meters away from Dream. 

Hob Gadling was kneeling, his head tilted in a bow that was entirely unnecessary for the position he was already in, in front of Dream. 

Not in front of the family, or the King himself, but before Dream's throne, an unmistakable message to everyone present, a showcasing of ultimate loyalty.

To his left Dream could hear Lord Burgess hiss in annoyance at the interruption, the words You dare to interrupt my audience, commoner? falling from his lips like venom-infused blood. Dream did not care for boneless threats. 

He merely cared for the smile stretched over rosy lips before him, the cheeks that stretched with unconcealed amusement. Two guards reached Hob Gadling's side, prepared to force the uninvited guest out the room, and it took all of Dream's years of carefully trained composure to not jump from his throne in a sudden surge of panic. 

"Leave him be!" he demanded, voice overshadowing any and all conversation as he slowly rose from his throne. Hob's grin turned victorious at the exclamation, his posture more relaxed where he knelt on the black carpet to Dream's feet. "I want to know what he has to say." 

There were eyes on him, Dream knew, those of his parents, those of Lord Burgess, those of his guards. He knew his eldest sister was hiding a smile somewhere to his left, fully aware of his and Hob Gadling's relationship, and the only person in this world aware of Dream's feelings towards this infuriating, obviously insane man. 

All the attention Dream had held with his command shifted towards Hob Gadling when he opened his mouth to speak, determination colouring his voice with self-confidence that vibrated through Dream's body like the pleasant rumble of a cat's purr. 

"I come to pledge myself to you, my Lord," Hob started, almost causing Dream to choke on thin air. "In body and in mind, I swear to protect you with my blade and life. Make me your knight, Dream of the Endless, so that I might serve under your name until I take my last breath, until my body betrays my desire to keep you from harm." 

There was no sound filtering through the pounding of Dream's heart in his throat. This – This, Hob's declaration, his offering of complete and utter submission – it was insane, completely crazy, simply not done, not in royal families, not in any politics around the world. One pledged themselves to the King and thereby the country, not to a prince who would never be king, an outcast from his own folk, from his own family. 

This wasn't done, had never been done before, and yet Dream found he didn't care. He didn't care for one single moment about propriety, not when all he had ever wanted kneeled before his feet and offered him Heaven. 

"I do not know who you believe yourself to be, but I will not allow-" The King started off, but Dream cut his reply short, his voice purposefully overpowering that of his father. 

"I accept your request." 

The answer wasn't grand or eloquent, entirely false in its deliverance, unofficial without the ritualistic knighting. But Dream was in a trance, his hand not his own as he stepped down the stairs to stand before Hob, one hand reaching to the hilt of the sword that was hidden beneath his robes. 

When Dream pulled the sword from its sheath and held it to Hob's head, all those eyes reflected back at him was trust, even when faced with total submission, with surrendering himself entirely to Dream, his office and his personal whims. All of this, when Dream had left him behind at the mere notion of friendship, knowing he could not be friends with a commoner. He could be friends with his personal guardian, with a Knight who stood entirely under his protection, and the fact that Hob had been willing to go to such lengths to find a way to be in Dream's presence… 

Well, if Dream felt tears build in his eyes as he allowed his sword to rest on Hob's shoulders, once on each, then that was between him and his Knight. And when his voice trembled slightly as he spoke next, then that was just between them too. 

"Rise, Sir Robert Gadling." 

Dream huffed a silent laugh into the hug he was pulled in next, the excitement bubbling in his chest enough to chase away every ill thought of his parents' opinion as he burrowed his face in Hob's neck. 

The sense of safety he felt in the arms of his oldest friend was almost too much to bear. 

[lily-alphonse]

for the rare pairs, did you ever get one with marlon and rasmodius? i haven’t been able to stop thinking about them together 👀

Old man yaoi is such a crowd favorite fr lmao

Ok you guys aren't ready for where I'm going to take this (except Human) because I had an idea for vampire!Abigail that involves Marlon and Rasmodius getting together. Cuz you know, like, 2 dads or whatever. (Technically 3 but Pierre? Ugh. He’s wimpy comic relief in this only)

For the purposes of this fic, Abigail is the wizard's daughter and only him and Caroline know.

Anyways I'm trying to do A LOT with this one so maybe I just do bullet points this time to give you the idea

There's no farmer, instead Marlon takes Abbie under his wing as a young adventurer

Rasmodius (because he watches everyone, like a creep) sees this and is like UGH not that THAT GUY, because Marlon is essentially his annoying coworker. Marlon tries to be buddy buddy with him and Ras is not about it. Like bro do your job protecting the valley and shut up pls.

Abbie stumbles on something she shouldn't in the mines, accidentally unleashing an ancient evil vampire and getting bit. It's very important to me that she turns into a bat. It happens automatically when the sun touches her skin, as a defense mechanism. She can survive in the sun as a bat.

So shit hits the fan obviously. Caroline goes to the wizard's tower screaming and freaking out because her daughter is missing and she is certain he has something to do with it (she hadn't known about Marlon) and Rasmodius pieces together it probably has something to do with the ANCIENT EVIL now on the loose. He assures her he is going to take care of it and has no choice but to team up with (ugh) Marlon.

Marlon doesn't know about Abbie. Ras is keeping all his secrets close and being careful about which info he gives to who. They go on an adventure of bonding. Important features of which are homoerotic wound dressing, and Marlon getting serious with Ras about his past and stuff. So he sees another side to him and starts to gain respect for the man.

A lot happens next that I don't have worked out yet sue me its just a concept rn. I have a few different ideas for how Abbie's side of things can go. She could potentially get out of the mines and turn into a bat which leads to her flying to the tower bc who else would believe her? Or she could be trapped in the mines with the original vampire and be like his spawn under his control or something.

Either way, we end up at a moment of truth where Marlon realizes Abbie has turned and feels like they need to kill her or otherwise trap her for eternity or something. And Ras is like tf no Im not condemning my daughter to that and Abbie and Marlon both are just [shocked pikachu face]

BATTLE OF THE DADS. DAD DUEL. FATHER FIGHT where they are physically fighting but also arguing about who knows best for her since the wizard has literally never spoken to her in her life but is also the one trying to save her, while Marlon actually did become a strong father figure for her but wants to kill her (only to end her suffering ofc)

Imagine they are fighting and Abbie just calls over them like "Not really suffering a whole lot, to be honest!" because this is a dark comedy as well as a romance.

Ras wounds Marlon badly enough (owie, it hurt his heart to do though, what is this, FEELINGS?) that he is subdued. Abbie and Ras take on the ancient vampire and nearly DIE but Marlon comes back and saves the DAAAY

He has the opportunity to also kill Abbie and doesn't, he's come around to compromise his morals for the sake of the ones he loves

Potentially even more homoerotic wound dressing and then they KISS with their old scruffy man beards and Abbie pretends to vom

The End

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[miya-rin]

whenever someone is in a “please can you pretend to be my boyfriend” situation they will always turn to iwaizumi hajime to stand in, and you were no different.

when you were dragged to a house party by your friends your first year of college, you didn’t expect for there to be so many eyes on you. and it may just be because you looked good in your outfit, but it felt different, especially when you made eye contact with one guy who looked a little older than you, but despite the age gap he stared you down like he wanted to eat you alive.

a feeling of dread washed over you and you scan around the room for something, anything that can help you. and thats when your eyes fall on him.

iwaizumi hajime.

you had never really spoken to him before, only once or twice during your shared maths class, but you didn’t really have a choice at that moment, so you walk up to him.

“hi,” oh shit you’re really doing this, “my names yn.” you’re nervous, incredibly nervous. you’re pretty sure he can see it on your face.

“i know, we share some classes together, are you okay? you seem kinda off.” he looks worried, its a look that you don’t see often from strangers, he actually wants to help you.

“please can you pretend to be my boyfriend?” that catches him off guard, you can tell by the way his drink gets caught in his throat and his eyes go wide.

he was not expecting that.

“excuse me?”

“just for a little bit, this guy keeps staring at me and its making me really uncomfortable, i get the question was sudden and we don’t know each other but please, i’m begging you, can you go along with it?”

“..yeah sure, i don’t see why not. sit down.”

“there’s nowhere to sit..?” you look at him puzzled as he starts to pat his lap. oh.

“sit. if you’re comfortable of course, it would just make it more believable.”

hesitantly you get on your tip toes and as you are about you hoist yourself up he grabs onto either side of your waist and lifts you up, then places you down until you are flush against him. to say you are flustered would be an understatement. and the way he naturally wraps his arms around you makes it worse, its like he’s meant to do this.

iwaizumi is attractive, you would have to either be blind or an idiot to not admit that, but being like this with him was so…weird, in a good way.

it felt normal, almost too normal, like you two had been friends (or maybe something more) for years. and you weren’t complaining.

“who is it?” his breath is fanning over your neck ever so slightly and his hands were playing with the hem of your shirt. ”the one that’s bothering you.”

“you see that guy in the corner over there, long-ish hair, striped shirt and a sorta scruffy excuse for a beard?” that makes him chuckle, its a beautiful sound.

“yeah i see him, he looks a little old don’t ya think?”

“yeah thats the whole problem, he looks like 5 years older than me.” you turn you head to face hajime, hes staring at you already.

“you know…i have an idea to get him to lay off, its all up to you though.” you know what he’s thinking, you were hoping he’d ask.

“and what would that be?” his face changes, its slight but definitely there, he looks more confident, like he knows what you are gonna say.

“let me kiss you,” his hand snakes up your arm and settles on your nape, “it would sure get rid of him.”

“go for it, kiss me.” and thats all he needs before he gently places his lips against yours, staying still for a second or two before he starts moving, turning his head slightly to get a better angle.

it all feels so right.

you both pull away to catch your breath, having the same idea you look for the man that was staring at you, only to find him gone.

“well,” he starts, “looks like it worked.” he looks proud of himself, but the boyish grin on his face, the blush on his cheeks, and the fact that he is all fidgety now tells you that he didn’t just do it to help you, he wanted to kiss you, so why not give him what he wants?

“im not sure hajime, i think we should carry on, you know, just to make sure he is actually gone.” your hands start to play with the hair above his neck and he gets this wobbly smile across his face.

he likes the sound of that.

“i mean if it would make you feel better then i guess i should, shouldn’t i?”

“absolutely.” you say before you pull him back into you.

you went home that night with a new phone contact and a not-so-pretend boyfriend.

[arcielee]

Farewell Wanderlust

Warnings: As always, MDNI, 18+ SA mentioned in passing/implied, abuse implied, death mentioned in passing, sexual inexperience, prostitution, oral (f receiving), p in v.  Pairing: Osferth x OFC Word Count: 5075 Summary: Torn from her home country, Keavy finds herself trying to survive across the Irish sea. She happens across Uhtred and his motley crew, and finds herself befriending a monk who is determined to become a warrior.  Author’s Note: Still very much a hybrid of the show and the books, with me adding flare as needed to fit the narrative. We have 2 more chapters to go! Anyway, enjoy.  💜     Thank you @annikin-im-panicin​ for being my beta reader and my muse! 💜  Please let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! Dividers are by @saradika​ Taglist (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond​ @watercolorskyy​ @schniiipsel​ @sylas-the-grim​ @aemondx​ @fan-goddess​ @babygirlyofthevale​ @httpsdoll​ @theromanticegoist​ @tssf-imagines​ @triscy @assortedseaglass​ @whoknows333​ @shesjustanothergeek​ @heavenly1927​ @greenowlfactif​ @larlarle @babyblue711​ @fangirlninja67​ @tinykryptonitewerewolf​ @lauftivy​ @vintageypanwitch​ @heimtathurs​ (Bold means it would not allow me to tag you!)

Chapter 5

Keavy did her best to keep busy, as her mind now seemed plagued to relive that failed intimate moment with Osferth before he had left for Beamfleot. 

She thought of the warmth that bloomed from him that evening in the barracks, and how it prickled beneath her palms while her hands skimmed across his scalp. Her eyes appreciated the sharp angles of his face, admiring his defined jawline, his pointed profile of his nose to the natural curl of his pink lips. She noticed how his eyes were clenched, his knuckles white with the hold on his lap, and she allowed her fingers to skirt his jaw, cupping his face; only then did he open his eyes to look at her.  

Keavy remembered the plume of crimson that washed over his cheeks as he lifted his hand to cover her own, and he turned his face to press the mouth she was just admiring against her palm, his lips soft. It was cold with his release and her arms fell boneless to her sides, watching as he stood up and pressing closer towards her. 

She struggled to breath as his large palms moved to rest on her hips, and she was certain she was vibrating with the way her heart fluttered within, but Osferth did not seem to notice. Instead, he just asked her, “May I kiss you?” 

It had to be her curse, her misfortune, that the damn Irishman chose that moment to barge through the door without thought, wearing a knowing smirk that played underneath his beard when he saw how they recoiled from one another. After Finan left them, she watched Osferth grab for his scabbard and she felt desperate for his touch, to kiss him, the tingle of his lips on her palm thrumming with the thought to capture his mouth with her own. 

Somewhat emboldened, she had reached for him but only managed to catch his sleeve. She balked under his brilliant blue eyes and could only manage to say, “Return to me, Osferth.” 

And she could feel the blood rush to her face from the small smile he hinted, from how careful he was to take her hand and the touch of his soft lips to her knuckles, with a gentleness that caused her heart to bruise against her chest bone. 

I will, Keavy. I promise. 

It was the echo of his words that fed a passion that fermented within her; she wished she would have kissed him and that intrusive thought repeated itself, filling the quiet. So Keavy was determined to stay busy, attentive to Gisela, to the children, to any task needed to be done as she waited for Osferth and the others to return.  

“Regret is a useless, poisonous emotion,” Gisela had warned her but with her honeyed tone. 

Keavy found there was only so much that could be done in a day before the quiet would come, accompanying the orange and purple hues of dusk, bringing along an unease that settled over like a heavy fog. 

That evening, after the children were already abed, Keavy seated with Hild and Gisela at the table for a shared supper with a second round of the bitter ale; it was to help the time pass, but mostly she swirled the last bit at the bottom without taking a sip.

Gisela was mending a tunic, her focus on her stitching. “They will come back.” She did not look up from her hands but her voice was soothing, like she was stating a fact. “Uhtred always comes back,” and only then did she peer up at Keavy, wearing her sly smile. “Besides, did not Osferth promise he would return?” 

Keavy burned with the direct question, her focus on the wood grain table as she ignored the soft laughter that fluttered between them. It was then that the door of the great hall creaked open, and the head of Edwin bobbed in excitedly. “Lady, they returned!” 

The return of the Lord of Coccham reawakened the village with a roar of celebration. Bundles of sticks were brought and bonfires lit, creating pillars of warmth that spread throughout the growing night’s cool air. The doors to the hall were propped open, with the music of a lute, a vielle, and shawm reverberating throughout. The table was filled with cold cuts, cheeses, fruits, and mugs were passed around, the same bitter ale served for all in attendance; it was easy to be swept away, but Keavy pushed through with a determination to her steps. 

She spotted Uhtred seated with Gisela pulled onto his lap; she glowed with laughter, with her felicity that her husband was back, and he seemed happy, mostly, but sorrow was pendent amongst the warriors returned. Keavy noted missing faces, Rypere and Clapa, unmistakingly gone, and soon there were toasts to confirm, cheers for those who were lost and now in Valhalla.

Keavy fell back against a wall, allowing her eyes to sweep over the faces in search of one in particular. It was Finan who brought her attention, with his loud bellow to cheer the champion of Beamfleot, and that is when she saw him. 

Osferth cut through the crowd, a beacon with his broad smile that lined his cheeks with his dimples, the bloom of red blotches that peeked through his pale complexion. His eyes met with hers and she saw the crinkle that framed the corners before he broke away, weaving through the crowd and reaching for her hand. 

Keavy took it, as she understood she always would for as long as it was offered. She followed as he pushed through, pulling her out front and away from the noise; the festivities seemed muted within the hall, though the music still spilled through the open doors and dissipated into the night. 

They walked towards one of the bonfires and he stopped to face her, a golden hue of color from the flames that washed over him, giving him an almost kingly glow. 

And Keavy felt the same desire bloom in her lower abdomen, the flutter of her heart with the realization that he was now close enough to touch, to reach for him, to press onto her tiptoes and press her lips against his own. 

“You came back,” she said instead, burning from her intrusive thoughts. She could not stop her smile, so bold that she felt the ache of her scar with the gesture.  

“I told you I would,” his tone was solemn, but she saw how his lips curled upwards with his words. Osferth exhaled and then reached to pull something from his waist, a large blade with a handle of leather bindings about the width of a wrist. 

Her stomach lurched with recognition and her eyes met with his, wide and searching. “He is dead?” her voice was almost too quiet to be heard. 

But he always seemed to be listening. “I killed Sigefriend, “ he confirmed as he placed it in her outstretched hands. “This is for you.” 

The steel was cool against her palm and the blood sticky around the base, but she recognized it all the same, even without the detailed scabbard Sigefrid had worn over it. Its weight was an anchor, rooting her to the spot as she processed his words.

That Osferth had killed Sigefrid, how he brought her the blade of the man who once tormented her, and with it so much more. 

It was another moment that passed before the men called out for Osferth, their blotto cryouts echoing into the night and beckoning him to come back. Keavy watched Osferth and how he brightened with the newfound comradery that battle always seemed to bring. 

He looked back at her, almost pained to stay. She knew this was the acceptance he craved, his place knitted amongst Uhtred and his men; as much as she wished to reach for him, to press against his chest and capture his mouth, she instead softened her smile. “Go,” she encouraged. “Enjoy your night, champion of Beamfleot.” 

There was a flush of color to his features, or perhaps it was the warm tones of the fire they stood by. Osferth bowed his head and left her poised, her hands sticky with the blood stained leather she gripped before she finally returned to her room. 

Only when she was behind the closed door did she allow her tears to freely flow, an overwhelming relief to know Osferth was safe, that Sigefrid was dead, but an ache that still seemed to haunt her. 

She looked down at the dagger that was no longer attached to that Dane, as he was no longer alive in this world. Keavy had sought Osferth for a kiss and instead, whether intentional or not, he had given her control of her life, of her destiny once again.

With this gift, Osferth showed that blood of a warrior that was interwoven with the royal ichor in his veins and Keavy thought to the last night with her maim, her last words spoken–you are far too pretty to survive across the sea, and it seemed that curse followed across the Irish sea with her.

She knew, in time, that Osferth would find a beautiful woman better suited for the status he was creating. Nonetheless, she swore her devotion to him, in whatever capacity that he would have her; Keavy knew she would be content to be a part of it, all the same. 

 + + + +

Love is a powerful thing, the priest Pyrlig once said. 

For Keavy, the emotion was cradled next to the vengeance rekindled by the gift of the blade Osferth brought her. She awoke early the next day and found Hild, determined to prepare as a warrior; the nun said nothing, but accompanied her to the blacksmith where she requested the steel to be forged into a seax. 

They returned to find the chainmail that Hild gifted her and she smiled when she saw Keavy with it on. “You are a bit taller than me. It suits you better,” and Gisela agreed. 

Stiorra watched them, her eyes wide with the sight before she announced that when she was grown, that she would also become a warrior. Gisela picked her up with a kiss to her cheek. “You have time to train until then, little one.”

And so with her secondhand armor, her seax and dagger, Keavy would accompany Uhtred and his men when they traveled the shores of the Temes, clearing out Danes and slavers. She was quick with her smaller blades and always welcomed any tidbits offered from Finan or Sihtric; she also enjoyed the intimacies she would share with Osferth, from how he rode alongside with her, to how they would stay up late around the fire. 

When they were called to action, to fight, she found a sense of satisfaction with the bloodshed, with how it would soak into the earth while one miserable soul was chosen to return with a heeded warning. 

Uhtred towered over, the tip of Serpent-Breath pressing into the throat of the chosen survivor. “You will go back to your rats’ nest and tell anyone who cares to listen,'' his tone would warn, “beyond Lunden the River Temes belongs to King Alfred and it is guarded by Uhtred of Bebbanburg.” 

For the longer campaigns, Keavy would remain in Coccham. Time seemed stagnant, the only hint of its passing was the change in the weather, from the summer rains to the large autumn leaves that blanketed the ground, and always a crisp chill that perpetually hung in the night’s air. 

Life would always bloom with their return, whether for a day, a month, or longer, and Keavy cherished the time she was allowed with Osferth. He would return unannounced, a welcomed shadow as he watched over her care of the children. 

He would step in to help with their studies, as Oswald developed a passion for the written word and Osferth hummed his pride. “A scholar at heart,” he said, tapping him on his nose and the boy blushed, giggling. 

“What will Uhtred say,” Keavy was smiling as she braided back Stiorra’s hair–the girl no longer had the taste of patience for flowers to be woven, adamant that a warrior would not have the time. “What will he think when he finds out that his only son wishes to learn and his only daughter has a growing bloodlust?” 

“I will remind him that knowledge is a weapon as well,” and there was a dust of pink across his cheeks with his returned smile, “and that I will do my diligence so his children are formidably armed.” 

Keavy admired how the years matured Osferth, how his face had leaned and his sharp features hardened, but that same kindness complemented the cerulean blue of his eyes still. He was lean, but his shoulders broadened and were toned from his years of wielding a sword; he’d grown apt behind the blade in a way that Uhtred boasted. 

Always unchanging was the comfort she felt within his proximity, and how she remained ever-present whenever he was in Coccham. She was elated with their return in time for the blōt month celebration; cattle were slaughtered and there was ale by the tun so no tankard was ever empty, while the instruments were freshly strung and ballads twanged into the night, accompanied with heorisms regaled both bold and loud. 

Keavy found her way to his side, as she always had, and he seemed anxious to pull her away, off into the night, by a fire as if they were back on the shores of the Temes. The glow of the flames caused shadows to dance across his features, his same severity with his furrowed brow. 

Her own quirked with his demeanor. “What’s the matter, Osferth?”

“What am I to you?” His voice was soft with his question.

It was unexpected and she felt her cheeks burned, watching him carefully before she realized the quiet beneath the stars and the roared celebration that spilled from the great hall. “What am I to you, Keavy?” he repeated, his arms folding behind and resting on his lower back. 

It was a moment before she could find the words. “You are everything to me, Osferth,” she began, truthfully, as her tongue unstuck from the roof of her mouth. She willed herself to close the space between them, but found she was rooted to the earth. “You awoke a warrior within me that I was not sure even existed, and allowed me to take control of my life, my destiny,” her eyes finally looked to him and his lips drew into a thin line, “I owe you everything and even then it cannot compare to what you have given me.” 

Osferth looked away, unaware of how her hand fell to the hilt of her seax when she finished. He was quiet and she then stepped forward, pressing to the balls of her feet and pressing her lips to his cheek. He turned to look as she pulled back, the ghost of a kiss across his lips. 

Keavy paused a moment, her hand still resting on his chest and her tongue wet her lips to taste him, before she pulled away. She meant to return to the barracks, but instead her feet pulled her outside the gates and towards the docks.

Only then could she finally breathe, and her exaggerated exhale caught the attention of a familiar shadowed embrace: Uhtred standing behind Gisela, his arms wrapped around her growing belly. Even though it was early in the pregnancy, Gisela told her she was confident it was another boy. 

She faltered, deciding to leave and allow them their privacy when she heard Uhtred call to her. “Keavy!” And she shyly made her way forward, grateful how the night hid the warmth she felt in her cheeks. 

“You are hiding from someone,” Gisela smiled with her words.

“I am,” she admitted.

Gisela looked to her husband and they both turned to face her, allowing the light of the stars and the moon to highlight them. “And who might be bothering you?” 

“No one, lady,” Keavy was quick to correct, then paused before she added, “I feel I am the one who is bothering him.”

Her smirk remained. “Well, then, who is it you are bothering?” 

“Osferth, lady.”

And there was a look that was shared between husband and wife, something Keavy was both aware and unaware with their silent exchange. Gisela pressed a kiss to the underside of Uhtred’s jaw and she smiled as she whispered in his ear. 

“Keavy,” Uhtred exhaled. “You could not bother him, as the man is hopelessly smitten with you.” 

The warmth in her cheeks now burned. “Lord?”

“Osferth,” he clarified and Keavy looked to see how Gisela smiled at her, the mixture of her excitement and her smugness. “He is besotted with you, Keavy, and has been for years. You should go to him, as I fear he will never make the first move.”  

His words echoed in her head and she looked again to Gisela. “I told you, fate has brought you here for a reason,” she reminded Keavy. “But you must allow yourself a chance.” 

And with those words, she rushed back.  

 + + + +

For Osferth, it began with the constant jesting from Finan and Sihtric, how they teased him about what they said was only an infatuation, but he knew otherwise. He agreed with the priest, that love was a powerful thing but it was also maddening. 

In truth, he was unsure how to approach the subject, to recreate that moment spoiled, and instead swore a silent devotion with its partnered torment. Osferth could not help but adore Keavy, with the wit she carried and her smile that remained with him when he was away from Coccham. Though he did not care for the risk, he respected her natural tenacity with her smaller blades, and a warmth curled in his chest when she showed him the seax crafted. 

“I carry it with me, always,” she had told him. 

When she joined them, he made sure to keep at her side. When he paced his horse with her own, he would remember how well she had fit in front of him, his cheeks burning with their conversations; Keavy would give updates of Oswald, how the boy asked for him, how Stiorra been given a wooden sword and sulked because she wished for steel. 

At night when they camped and the men curled around the fire for whatever warmth they could get, it was Keavy and Osferth who were the last to fall asleep with their soft murmuring that fluttered between them. With the autumn months, there was a beginning frost that covered the ground and with it a threat of snowfall that hovered heavy, chilling in the air. But for Osferth, it was excuse enough. 

“If it is too cold…” and he balked for his words, watching the smile that curled on her face.  

“May I move closer to you, Osferth?” she finished for him and he nodded mutely as she moved her mat and furs, cuddling close to him in a way that almost felt sinful. She nestled against his chest, an enveloped warmth, and his heart beat until his bones rattled, but soon her soft breathing lulled him to sleep. 

When morning came, he woke with a shadow that spread over and saw how Sihtric watched, his bicolor gaze steady and his brow lifted. Osferth appreciated the Dane’s discretion, a silence as they broke down the camp and returned to Coccham; not a word was spoken until they were back on the road again. 

“Osferth,” Finan sounded pained. “Fuck her already, I’m begging ya,” and Osferth reddened from the bold words, “or fuck someone. To get over one woman, you can get underneath another, but this pining is insufferable.” 

“Traitor,” Osferth breathed and Sihtric only grinned.

They eventually stopped in a city on the skirts of the kingdoms, a place where Finan and Sihtric pooled their silver and bought a woman for Osferth. She was lovely, with vivid blue eyes that peered from under dark lashes, bold against the auburn shade of her hair that was glossy and held a floral scent. Her smile was framed with full lips, her hand slipping into his own and beckoning him to follow her to her bed. 

In the privacy of her quarters, she was incredulous with his request. “You only wish… to learn?”

“Yes, lady,” and he pursed his lips, his drawn expression decorated with the bloom of red blotches. 

“And that is all, truly?”

Osferth only nodded.

“Oh, my,”  and her realization glowed, warming her painted features. “You are in love?” 

He could not answer her but his silence was confirmation enough; with the silver already paid, she disrobed and pulled him towards the mattress with her pitied gaze. She was kind, patient with him, with her soft guidance of his hands to explore the anatomy of a woman with his fingertips. He had enough intuition to follow in tandem to her soft pants and gasps, a glow of pride watching the bloom of her climax flutter over and the clench around his digits that confirmed her release. 

She was flushed and laid against the pillows, her heart thrumming underneath the sweat sheen glow of her bare skin. “May I see what you have to offer?” her curiosity had the best of her when she finally regained her breath. 

Osferth obediently disrobed and she felt her thighs clench at the sight of him. “My lord,” she breathed, a lusty haze over her half-lidded eyes. “Are you certain that you do not want to lay with me?” 

He did not, but thanked her for the services rendered. The following day, as they made their way back to Coccham, did Osferth relive those intimate moments, his mind flitting over the instructions of the whore while also shamefully wondering what sweet sounds Keavy capable of, and how he wished to find out. 

“It is hopeless, lord,” the bawdy tone of the Irishman brought him back to the present moment, atop his horse with the crisp air licking his face. Osferth peered towards the men and their smiles exchanged. Uhtred did not look back, but he saw how the corners of his eyes crinkled as well. “We thought the whore would clean his mind of her, but here he is…” 

“Helplessly besotted?” Uhtred offered and only then did his head turn, a kind glimmer in the blue of his eyes. “Osferth, what do you intend to do about this? Allow this pining to accompany you across Northumbria?” 

He still was not sure.

“A woman has telltale signs–”

“He is oblivious of them, lord!” Finan cut in. 

Uhtred continued over the low chortle from the rest of the men. “There will be a moment presented and you will only need to respond to it.” 

Coccham was already thrumming with celebration for the blood month when they returned. Osferth cleaned and changed, weaving throughout the crowds and its combination of music playing and laughter, the rich spices of cooked meat and spilled ale heavy in the air. 

Osferth was determined to find her and Keavy followed him, without question, without hesitation, and they came to the outskirts of the festivities, distant enough to allow some privacy. The golden amber of the fire made her glow, a warmth to her features, accentuating the gold ring that complemented her green eyes and her smile exaggerating the dimple from the scarring on her cheekbone.

She has suffered so much, it reminded him. Uncertainty settled over him and came out in the question. “What am I to you?”

And her answer was lyrical, painting him in a light he did not feel was earned. He felt morose, as though there was a debt owed, so lost in that thought that he only caught the end of the kiss; he tried to catch her arm, to bring her close. 

Instead, he allowed her to walk away. 

Osferth remained rooted to the spot, his eyes looking over the flames that licked the logs and he heard the bawdy tone, once again, of the Irishman. “Don’t let my pet name rot your brain, baby monk,” and he looked to see his mug raised towards him. “You are still a man.” 

His words sparked and Osferth left with a renewed vitality to his steps as he made his way towards the barracks, his knuckles rapping with urgency against her door. Moments ticked away before he realized its vacancy, and felt the returned uncertainty that smothered his fire to find her. Instead, he slipped into his room, lighting a candle and sinking into the mattress, his head heavy in his hands. 

There was a soft tap on his closed door and he did not look up, just a muffled call out. “Come in,” knowing already it would be Sihtric, or Finan perhaps, coming to tease him still. 

But it was a quiet entrance, accompanied with the familiar scent of rosemary and thyme, with the hint of rose petals. He looked up to see Keavy close the door behind her, leaning against flushed with the pink hues that spilled from her cheeks to her chest, that rose and fell with her silent breaths. 

Osferth was quick to push himself to stand, a step towards her. “Keavy, earlier, what I meant to ask you–” 

His question was stilled on his tongue as she moved to press her lips against his, the welcomed warmth as she melded against his chest. It was chaste and when she shifted, his arms moved to wrap around the small of her waist, pulling her flush against him. With his soft moan, her tongue was hesitant to taste but he reciprocated, meeting with the languid pace she set. 

Her touch was shy and his fingers flitted over, taking their turns to remove layers until they were both bare. He noted her trepidation, the solemn expression that robbed him of her sweet smile that he always carried with him. Osferth cupped her face and she leaned into his touch, his thumb careful to trail the scar along her jawbone. 

“I would never hurt you,” he whispered with a kiss, a promise. “I will only go as far as you allow.” 

His heart pulled with the curl of her lips, the glimmer of gold halo from the candle lit reflecting in her eyes. “I know,” and Keavy kissed him again.

Osferth combed his fingers through her soft curls, the smell of roses now lingering with his touch, and he pulled her closer, walking her towards the bed. She moved to lay back against the mattress and his pupils swallowed the blue of his eyes at the sight of her, with how the rose coloring flushed her in the most enticing way. 

Keavy pushed back up to her elbows and his gaze watched the natural slope of her breasts, the soft folds of her curves. “Osferth,” her words were both bashful and bold. “Come here.” 

And he obliged, kneeling between her like before an altar, his lips touching the inside of her knee with a trail of open-mouthed kisses towards her center, hot against the silk of her thighs and each carefully placed to savor, to bask in a scent that was so intimately her own. 

The sweet sounds that spilled from her kiss-swollen lips caused his cock to twitch. “Osferth,” she breathed, her back arching with his touch, taking handfuls of his dirty blonde locks, pulling him closer. 

His palms molded into the inside of her thighs, a gentle squeeze so she was aware as he moved towards her center, his fingers flitting through her dark curls over her silken folds. His tongue was tentative, gentle to begin, and listening for the unmistakable gasp that left her lips, fueled from the passion that was curling at the base of her spine and pinning her to the bed. Oferth hummed against her cunt and her thighs tightened around his face, but he pressed forward with the curl of one finger, and then another, pushing within her velvet walls until she melted with his touch. 

“Osferth,” tears brimmed her eyes, her words, and her hands grasped at the bedsheets. “Please, don’t stop.” 

He hummed again and its vibration, in tandem with the ministrations of his fingers, his mouth, tipped her over the edge. Her ecstasy spilled, flushing throughout her body, a ripple of gooseflesh and her nipples peaked with her pleasure as he continued throughout its entirety, and before he pulled his fingers from her, he placed a gentle kiss to the bloom above her entrance. 

As he cleaned his fingers, she reached to pull him towards her, capturing his mouth with a hungry rapture, enjoying her taste on his lips. His kisses and caresses renewed, with an unadulterated adoration for every inch of her skin bared. 

“Osferth,” she begged between pants, “I need you.” 

Osferth burned with her words and was careful to shift his weight, a genial glide as he sheathed inside her cunt. He paused, burying his face into her neck so she was unable to see his pained expression from how she clenched, steadying his breath as she feathered kisses along his jaw, to the soft divot underneath. 

This is how it is meant to be, was the sweet thought that waltzed across her mind as he turned to capture her mouth. Keavy hummed against his lips, “Osferth, please,” she repeated and only then did he begin to rock against her hips. 

The slow motion of his hips rekindled a prurient pleasure that coiled within her, her nails biting against his pale skin and leaving crescent marks on his shoulders. Osferth panted between his fevered kisses against the curve of her neck and she mewled pitifully with the crash of her second release, with a clenching desperation for his own peak and he groaned, with a low rumble from the back of his throat as he followed after. 

She settled against his chest, curled in the bedsheets and their bare limbs entangled, with nothing but the soft exchange of their breaths. In the quiet, there was a burning curiosity and she dared to ask him. “How long have you felt this, Osferth?” 

And she felt his rumbled hum vibrate throughout his chest before he answered. “Always,” and then he placed a gentle kiss on her hairline.  

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[afterdarkprincess]

Sweet Like Justice

Relationship: Sami/Jey Rating: Gen Summary: Backstage at Crown Jewel, Jey and Sami hatch a plan to subvert the Judgement Day -----

Quick little fic that wouldn't get out of my head 🥰

Tags for @elementaldoughnut12 @feelschicken @harmshake @southerngirl41 and @jeysbvck 💖 (If anyone else wants tagged on my samijey fics let me know! And if I forgot anyone I'm sorry!)

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Sami stares at the monitor backstage, watching as Drew put up a decent fight against Seth. He’s watched these two fight enough times to see the way that Drew’s stamina is depleting, and the result of the fight is all but inevitable.

Warm arms wrap around him from behind and a bearded chin rests against his left shoulder, Jey’s signature cologne fills his senses. Jey hadn’t been advertised for this event but he’d be making an appearance later on during Cody’s match with Damien, so he’d been secreted into the venue and into Sami’s locker room.

The two had travelled together as they had during their week in Germany, though they had to be much more discreet here than they had in Europe. Sami is finding that keeping his hands off Jey in public is quite difficult, but in the privacy of their locker room, he’s free to do whatever he likes.

Sami turns his head, pressing a kiss to Jey’s temple as he takes Jey’s hands in his. “Looks like Seth’s gonna retain.”

Jey scoffs, “Serves McIntyre right.”

“Just hope Damien doesn’t use this to his advantage. I don’t think I could stand to see another belt on the Judgement Day.” Sami sighs, frustrated at all the chaos that the group has caused over the last few months.

Jey turns Sami to face him, a wide grin on his face as he shucks off the black hoodie he’s wearing. “Think I got an idea, Sami.”

Sami tilts his head, watching him curiously.

Jey pushes the black hoodie into Sami’s hands, looking back at the monitor to catch Seth putting Drew into the Pedigree. “If we gon’ do this, you gotta be fast. Put this on.”

“What do you mean?” Sami asks, though he trusts Jey enough to put the hoodie on over his still bare chest.

“Get into position now, and watch for Priest. He’ll probably wait to let McIntyre clear off,” They hear the crowd erupt as Seth hits the Scotsman with the stomp, and Jey zips the hoodie for Sami and pulls the hood to cover his hair. “You run out there and stop him.”

“How do I do that? I’ve already fought tonight, no way I can take Priest right now,” Sami asks.

Jey grins, sharp and deadly like a shark. “You ain’t gotta fight ‘im, Sami. You just grab that briefcase and run like hell.”

A full picture of whats about to happen forms in Sami’s mind as the count happens on the monitor. He’s almost out of time.

Sami takes Jey’s face in his hands, kissing him firmly. “I’ll be right back,” He says before he takes off out of the locker room.

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Jey watches it all transpire on the monitor, smiles at the crowd pop when Sami yanks down the hood to reveal his face. The fans cheer and crowd around him as he makes his escape, running with the purple briefcase.

Sami returns to their locker room, smiling from ear to ear, and shuts the door quickly.

“Well where do we put this now?”

Jey gets one of his suitcases, emptying it a bit so they can shove the briefcase inside, zipping it shut so no one would be the wiser.

“Let’s go ask Cody what he thinks, might have some ideas ‘for his match.” Jey smiles, pulling Sami in for a hug and a quick kiss. “Proud o’ you, boo.”

The two of them leave the locker room to find Cody, keeping a few respectable feet between them. There’s a commotion down one of the hallways that catches Sami’s attention, hearing the sound of JD’s voice but instead of gruff and angry the younger man sounds frightened.

Sami wants to go investigate, but Jey’s already a few feet ahead and they need to speak with Cody about what’s transpired, so he reluctantly lets it go. He has enough to worry about without getting even more involved with the Judgement Day’s business.

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What else is going on backstage????

Thank you for reading :)

[silviakundera]

Joy of Life S1 Ep 39 liveblogging

wow Yan Bingyuan is such a fun guy to be around, and so cheerful too 😝

CAN SOMEONE GAG HIM

lmaooooooo I like this girl, just tossing Fan Xian's arm around her neck with the knife. Hilarious. She's too good for sourpuss over there

ok I will actually like Bingyan if it turns out the 6 Department heads ARE spies 😆

this girl repeatedly trying to get captured and ML delicately handing back the knife is a great bit. Let's bring her home instead! (So what if she's maybe a spy, nobody's perfect)

"I'm popular" lolololol I love him

Hi Saintess! Missed u bb 😘

So Shen Zhong is willing to defy the emperor's mandate but not the Dowager Empresses' ... yet

Adorkable bodyguard is still going at it! What # is he on?

So the wild rumor about the saintess and & Fan Xian is gonna be a cover for the alliance w the emperor

We keep being reminded about how scary Long Tao, so this will be interesting

finally some emotion from Yan Crankypants! "Is Xiao En still under your control?"

Fan Xian's face journey: 'er do u mean literally or in that way I high key collect frenemies like they're pokemon?'

They really do make an amusing duo. FX the nonchalant rogue, Bingyuan the morose & rigid patriot. Can FX chill him the fuck out by the time they reach home? Only time will tell

hah, mr doth protest too much Fan Xian IS planning to kill Shen Zhong for lil emperor. The rescue is ON.

Bingyuan wants me to care that He Daoren is gonna die due to this favor but idk why he expects FX or me to care that much. Dude is a powerful weapon on the enemy's side who was blackmailed (?) to perform 1 act and was clear he wouldn't help in the future. Plus he simply wasn't very interesting

Now if he murders the lil sis, I'll be sadface

Yan Bingyuan: and like nobody would believe you have any relationship with Shang Shanhu

Bodyguard enters, 'hey Shang Shanhu sent someone to ask when we're making a move.' FX, " Go back and tell him we'll respond in the next few days" 😂😂😂

Why would Ugly Beard think FX can find his dad? well idk Bingyuan but he found your cheerless ass

lol yeah what I just said. me & FX are like this 🤞

wheee more Saintess! They make a great frenemy pair. Same with the emperor.

"Xiao En was once an important official of Beiqi. Shang Shanhu is Qi's renowed general. .. So you formed a secret alliance with my county's famed general to break into prision, and you're letting His Majesty hear this?"

Fan Xian: "I'm not saying this to let His Majesty hear it, I am asking for help."

Beiyi emperor smiles.

FX, "We can be considered accomplices."

😂😂😂

Honestly, FX have you considered just defecting from your united qing uncles and just settling down in beiqi? Clean house and you'll feel right at home. OH RIGHT THE GIRLFRIEND. Fine she can come too.

shouting to His Majesty's back and saluting, "congratulations your majesty, we can now be considered accomplices!" emperor points a finger at the sky lmaooooo I love these 3 together.

Is Shen Zhong gonna figure out the plot?😱

omgggggggg Fan Xian leaping on the back of Ugly Beard's horse and hugging his waist Im dying he's iconic

so Shen Zhong also has A Clever Plan 😬

[stuckyrogersbarnes]

“but you’re married”

Clint Barton smut

warnings: infidelity, hardcore 🫦🤑

word count: 1120

Female reader

"fuck," you groan, sitting on the sofa after a long day of work. Tony was a pretty tough boss to please. "Yo! Y/n! What's up?" you look up at Peter, who looks too energetic to comprehend. "Guess what?" he asks when you don't reply. "what?" you ask, groaning again. "Clint is coming back today," he giggles and sits beside you. You freeze, immediately feeling a wave of energy throughout your body. Clint hadn't been at the compound in 1 month. He had gone to visit his family, whom you had no idea even existed before the last mission. The mission where your whole life changed. You see, you and Clint used to be bestfriends, but when you found out that he was keeping such a huge part of his life secret from you, you completely stopped talking to him. and you definitely were not ready to face him today. Or any day in the foreseeable future.

later on, when you finally got some breathing time to yourself and forgot about clint coming back from his vacation, you hear a knock on your door. Assuming its peter, since both of you were super close, you walk up to the door and open it, your breath hitching when you saw the person on the other end of the door. "Y/n, hi," he says in a soft voice. You shiver. He looked so handsome, even compared to the last time you saw him. He was slightly more tan, his beard was thicker, and his hair was curlier and longer. "Fuck off!" you say, angry. But before you can slam the door on that gorgeous face, he slips into the room, making you back up against a the wall beside your desk. "You look beautiful, Y/n." he says as his breath fans your hair. He was so close. Too close. "What do you want, clint?" you say, trying to act angry. "I want you to forgive me... Im sorry, Y/n. Truly." You sigh and look him in the eyes. "I thought we were close clint." he looks at you as you walk over to your bed and sit down. "We are." you roll your eyes at him. Oh please. "Look...what can i do to make it right, hmm? You're so important to me, Y/n." he takes a seat in front of you. "I don't know clint." you say, tears pooling in your eyes. He sighs and places his right hand on your thigh, and strokes it gently. You freeze, just realizing that you're only wearing a tank top and underwear. he doesn't seem to notice though. "You do look really pretty, though," he chuckles. You look up to his eyes, they're soft. "I know a way i can make it up to you." he takes your legs and pulls you closer to him. You gasp. He continues to massage your legs as his soft breaths become shorter. "H-how?" you ask, stuttering, crimson filling your cheeks. He pulls you into his lap. "Like this," he whispers against your neck, his cool breath giving you goosebumps. He comes closer to your face, you close your eyes, nervous about what might happen next. The, you feel his soft lips on yours. You open your eyes and he pulls away. "May i?" you nod in response. He smirks and pulls you in, giving you a sloppy, rough kiss. You moan into the kiss and grind into him. "Yo-you're m-married." you groan as he puts his hands on your hips, he grinds you onto him harder. "I've wanted you for so. Damn. Long, Y/n. Fuck," he growls. "Fuck me then." he grins at your statement. "As you wish, baby." he winks at you, then throws you on your soft bed and before you can even think of something to say, starts rubbing your thighs. You moan.

He crawls towards you and kisses you hard. You grind into his groin, feeling him harden underneath you. He moans into the kiss and matches your pace, grinding against you. His hands crawl slowly towards your throbbing pussy as he sucks on your neck. "Fuck you taste so sweet, Y/n. So fucking sweet." he groans and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. "Fuck me clint. Now. Now." you beg. "Patience, my girl. You deserve it, especially after teasing me those freaking panties of yours." he smirks while kissing you. Then he suddenly rips off your panties and plunges two of his fingers inside your wet heat. You gasp, arching your back. You shudder against his fingers. He starts to move his fingers, extremely fast, making wet sounds and making your orgasm crest in your stomach. "Harder," you moan, he listens. He curls his fingers and practically thrashes his fingers into you. You cry out loud, feeling a spray of warm, wet liquid spraying all throughout the bed and his hands and he pulls out. He moans and garbes your neck with his wet fingers, kissing you again. "Did i just s-squirt?" you ask him, slightly embarrassed. "Fuck yeah, baby." he groans. You reach for his belt and pull it off, along with everything else he was wearing. "Fuck me. Now, clint." you were growing impatient, for fucks sake.

He chuckles and within two second, he positions you into doggy style and pounds into you. You shudder, feeling his length. He moans, "fuck baby you're so tight." he continues to pound in your tight pussy, grabbing your hair and pulling on it as well. Then, he slows down, feeling another orgasm come upon you. He comes down to your face, whispering as he thrusts slower, "not yet, baby." he comes up again pulls your hair so tight till you could only see white spots and chokes you with his other hand, thrusting into you with all his power.

He flips you over, so that he on top of you. He lifts your arms and keeps them on the headboard as he pounds into you hard, both of you moaning, constantly hitting your g-spot. "Baby im about to come." he moans, still pounding hard. "Me too." you moan. He continues to pound, even faster now, until you roll your eyes roll back and you feel your orgasm upon you, but its not there just yet. He stops and starts coming in your pussy, you feel his come reach the very top of your pussy, you moan, feeling the warm and sticky liquid. He pulls out and your eyes immediately shut, your pussy contracting as you squirt all over his cock and chest. "Mhmmm, right there baby," he rubs your pussy as you come harder and harder till theres no squirt left in you.

[avorbl]

Avor's Watchlist

The May is slowly ending and its one short work week until summer begins. Three colour shows want to tell us things.

Currently Airing

25 Ji, Akasaka de 6/10 It

Be Your Star 8/20 Im still watching

Beauty and Mr. Romantic 8/50 It getting too over the top Dora's mother has to die and his father and grandmother are on the edge for me. I enjoy the Aunt's romance and the hidden child plot though

Living with him 7/8 This could have been a cute domestic slice of life healing show but they needed some drama?

With You I Bloom 5/8 Pretty Looming Tragedy

Mayfly Angel 1/? The people at Sukfilm do make a lot from a little

OMG! Vampire 2/8 Some brains off time keeping you from all the heavy stuff

Only Boo! 8/12 After the Green Episode I expect all of the build up to evaporate for cute university fluff in green

Under the Oak Tree 1/10 Lets see where the music brings us. The two versions of the protagonist as narrator are interesting

We Are 8/16

Wandee Goodday 4/12 it colours and intrigues

You made my day 4/5 multi purpose marketing

What I am catching up on

Blueming 5/11 BL vs queer film in this self discovery

Celebrity Danshi wa Te ni Oemasen 5/10

Gym Affairs 9/24

Never Twice 8/72

Sell Your Haunted House 3/16

She and Her Perfect Husband 20/40 For when I want to look at pretty people

The Undateables 4/32 I dont think I will watch it all the way through this time either

She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat 2 15/20

Unstoppable High Kick 16/167

Still on my watch list

Fermat no Ryori 3/10

Fight for My Way 0/16

Given 1/6

I Feel You Linger in the Air 1/12

Kore wa Keihi de Ochimasen! 2/10

My Lovely Liar 5/16

One Spring Night 2/32

Qing Qing Zi Jin 20/40

The Great Shaman Ga Doo Shim 2/12

The Uncanny Counter 3/16

Finished in the last two weeks

Star and Sky: Sky in Your Heart 14.05.24 7,5/10 Cute but a bit strechted out

Boys Be Brave! 16.05.24 8,5/10 Cute show about finding how you love someone

23.5 17.05.24 5,5/10 It tries but fails to be cute but impactful because its messaging is all over the place

Blossom Campus 18.05.24 6,5/10 Strongberry has taken commerciality = low quality too literally Sound lighting storytelling 1. 17.05.24 Blossom Campus is a badly lit well shot badly sound designed trope collection. All scenes that feature the delevopment that is referenced or implied seem to have been cut at some point.

Star and Sky: Star in My Mind 19.05.24 7,5/10

Ghost Yankee 20.05.24 8/10 A colourful mystery coming of age drama with nice music

Marry My Husband 20.05.24 9/10 I ve been a Count of Monte Cristo fan since I saw the my first adaptation at age 6 or 7 but usually my taste is to simplistic to appreciate well made Grand Revenge schemes. I liked this.

Oh No! Here Comes Trouble 24.05.24 10/10 This is such a good series. It can make me feel things. Its about wishes and desires and how they are life. Deeply satisfying

Destiny Seeker 24.05.24 8,5/10 The Thai ensemble school BL adapted for the year 2023. This is the most in your face colour coded pair I love it would not be surpirised if they were literally nicknamed blue and red

Fake Buddies 25.05.24 8/10 A sincere comedy about admitting that youve used someone as your beard

Stay by My Side Special 25.05.24 8,5/10

Star and Sky: Sky in Your Heart 14.05.24 7,5/10 Cute but a bit strechted out

Boys Be Brave! 16.05.24 8,5/10 Cute show about finding how you love someone

23.5 17.05.24 5,5/10 It tries but fails to be cute but impactful because its messaging is all over the place

Blossom Campus 18.05.24 6,5/10 Strongberry has taken commerciality = low quality too literally Sound lighting storytelling 1. 17.05.24 Blossom Campus is a badly lit well shot badly sound designed trope collection. All scenes that feature the delevopment that is referenced or implied seem to have been cut at some point.

Star and Sky: Star in My Mind 19.05.24 7,5/10

Ghost Yankee 20.05.24 8/10 A colourful mystery coming of age drama with nice music

Marry My Husband 20.05.24 9/10 I ve been a Count of Monte Cristo fan since I saw the my first adaptation at age 6 or 7 but usually my taste is to simplistic to appreciate well made Grand Revenge schemes. I liked this.

Oh No! Here Comes Trouble 24.05.24 10/10 This is such a good series. It can make me feel things. Its about wishes and desires and how they are life. Deeply satisfying

Destiny Seeker 24.05.24 8,5/10 The Thai ensemble school BL adapted for the year 2023. This is the most in your face colour coded pair I love it would not be surpirised if they were literally nicknamed blue and red

Fake Buddies 25.05.24 8/10 A sincere comedy about admitting that youve used someone as your beard

Stay by My Side Special 25.05.24 8,5/10

Dropped in the last two weeks

Sweet Stranger and Me 15.05.24 ?/10 I finally have to let go. I like all the actors but it does not catch me 8. 15.05.24

The Love You Give Me 19/28 20.05.24 7/10 Boring all three couples are in the same holding pattern 19. 20.05.24

[slut4sway]

fallin, dreamin, talkin in your sleep

i know you want to cry all night

all night

plottin, schemin, finding reasons

to defend all your violent nights

promise me

🪵••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••❄️

if you break i won’t let you shatter

tags : fluff, sad comfort, cabin, winter, holidays, cuddling, soft boys, mlm, overthinking, crying, lemon, head with a hoodie on, possession, reflection of myself, imagination, my own raw thoughts

18+

12/22, 6:34pm

linus carefully drove down the salted roads of new england, a hand resting on jeremy’s left thigh. the younger man hid some subtle tears; turning his face away from his boyfriend. his cheeks and tip of his nose were all aglow of that post-cry redness he always seemed to get after a long night or a bad loss. it was finally the week long break they’ve been waiting for but jeremy always thought too much on his downtime.

“sway?” the older man breaking the ambient sound of tires rolling.

“mhm?” jeremy replied. wiping some tears playing it off like waking himself up from a nap.

ullmark examined his rosy cheeks and tear-streaked face from the side. “are you crying, hun?”

“no, it’s alright. im okay-“ the thinner boy said in a shaky voice before being cut off by the sound of the keys being pulled and the running motor of the truck fading off. the driver side door opened as linus treaded across the front of the vehicle and made his way over to jeremy’s side. thinking about so much, he didn’t even realize they made it to their homestead.

“i’m sorry for cutting you off, i just know how this goes. we get into a long, deep conversation and it spirals into you bawling your eyes out and you’re uncomfortable in the truck, so..” his apologetic voice trailing off. the swedish man held out his arms as a non-verbal way of asking the younger one of the two to help him out.

jeremy looked him up-and-down, before stepping out and almost collapsing in his arms as he held tears back. he looked around and realized they finally made it to their cabin, though the last thing he remembered was the blurry sight of the interstate.

“inside?” ully whispered, snowflakes catching on his eyelashes and melting over his black toque.

“i know, my love i know..” the blonde whispering comforting nothings to his significant other while guiding him to their small chalet, the snow crunching and their pair of footsteps following behind.

linus rummaged through his pockets for the keys, jingling before he inserted them into the keyhole and turned, pushing the door open simultaneously while his touch never left the man on his side.

jeremy let some tears slip, the cold making them feel like a murderous burn pouring from his eyes. he had so many questions. why does he think so much? why is he so sensitive? why does he let his brain talk so much? anybody could say it was self-depreciating but swayman just couldn’t face it.

both men kicked their feet on the siding before stepping inside the heated foyer and kicking off their frosty, damp shoes. removing each layer until they were left in a pile of jackets and hoodies to be worried about later.

jeremy tried to hide his emotions, out of the ordinary especially with someone so comfortable with him. he felt ashamed. why? so many thoughts. so many. he couldn’t even keep track he just knew his head was too loud and it was upsetting him.

“why don’t we go take a rest, eh? i’ll make us some hot cocoa. you think you’ll like that? take a warm bath i’ll have everything ready for you.” he said while pecking the younger man’s cheek, jeremy’s stubble grazing his barely overgrown beard. just a gentle reminder the swede was just trying to help.

he silently agreed, as linus’ hands left his shoulders while he mindlessly walked away. he padded his way to the master bathroom, floorboards creaking with every movement until he reached the carpeted area. jeremy flicked the light switch on, a faint but welcoming buzz and a fan beginning to spin above. the alaskan man glanced around at all the decorations as he walked over to the rustic looking bathtub. at first he struggled to find how to work the water, losing the muscle memory after not being there since the summer. water flowed from the faucet, a small amount of steam following as well; he liked his hot baths.

swayman slipped his form fitting base layer off himself as he stared into the full body mirror before it started to fog up from steam billowing towards it. he looked over every inch of his frame in his reflection. it’s been a while since he had ended bulking, looking a tad bit more cut than before. stepping into the tub while he turned the faucet handles. jeremy dropped some dr. teals salt in the rippling water. his muscles relaxed for the first time in a while. the thoughts were finally quieting down.

•••••

as ullmark heard the water stop splashing and flowing, he started thinking as well. the hot chocolate mix boiling in the pot; a pleasant scent coming along. why did his overthinking get worse around the holidays? jeremy loves christmas, but always seems more down leading up to it. seemed like a question with no answer, but it didn’t matter. all that was important was that his boy was alright and he was working on it. returning from his spot leaning against the counter he mixed the marbled chocolate one last time and turned the stove off to let it cool. trying to be productive; he layed out some soft flannel pants and his own personalized hoodie for sway to wear after his bath. he went back into the closet and browsed for his own outfit. taking some matching pants out of the organized variety. pulling the drawstring knot out and slipping his other sweats out and swapping them for the flannel pants and tossing the other grey pair in the hamper in the corner of the large walk-in. linus was rid of his long sleeve as well, walking out. the automatic light flicked off as he strode back to pour the hot cocoa, preparing it to set up their bed.

•••••

jeremy gradually felt the water cool, it finally stilled as his eyes grew heavy. it eventually became lukewarm. this was his sign to come back to reality. sway rose from the water, disrupting the constant show of nothingness that the ripples had left behind. he caught a glimpse behind the blackout curtains of some snow covered trees and hills in the background. he brought his attention back to what is waiting for him outside, as he let the water drip off his body. jeremy grabbed a soft towel from the rack and stepped out onto the fluffy bathmat as he wrapped the towel around himself, drying himself down from head to toe.

he wrapped the towel around his waist and sluggishly trudged out of the bathroom, switching the light off on his way out. he was met by the sight his boyfriend half asleep on their bed with mugs of hot cocoa resting on the window sill, steam still slowly rising.

linus saw him and pulled himself out of the blankets. sway teared up a bit, emotional from what happened before as his man came over to him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him into a warm embrace. it was silent. linus could read him so easy and immediately knows what’s going on. it has jeremy weak in the knees as the towel is barely holding on by the fold. this time he finally let himself go as he whimpered into his boyfriends shoulder, salty tears flowing from his hazel eyes. linus rubbed his back and stroked at his dark locks.

he took grasp of his hips and led him towards a chair by a large window where his clothes were layed out. he looked at jeremy for approval to take off his towel. jeremy got the memo and gave him a nod. linus was gentle, softly unfolding and undoing the piece of cloth. the older man rest a hand on his waist while reaching past him to retrieve his fluffy flannel pants - surprise surprise, matching ullmarks. the light from an ambient lamp reflected the small droplets and streaks of water transferred between their bodies onto the swedes bare chest. jeremy watched in awe, just taking it all in as his significant other was on his knees looking up at him (his favorite sight.) waiting for him to give him access and lift his foot so he can pull his bottoms up.

jeremy snapped back and realized he was staring. his lips pursed waiting to say something; but no sound coming from his mouth. he finally let the other man dress him, and after the flannel pants came his hoodie. linus helped pull it over the slightly smaller man. jeremy loved the feeling of his boyfriends hands on him and the fleece lining covering him and keeping him warm.

they both padded over to their bed surrounded by windows, ullmark admiring him the whole way even if it was just a couple feet away. his name in jeremy’s back, and his number just made it harder to focus. jeremy was the first to enter the bed, sitting up as linus followed, he wrapped an arm around him, the other man picking up the two mugs of cocoa and handing one to the other man. it was the perfect temperature, perfect men, perfect moment.

they sipped on their drinks, admiring the snow-blanketed vermont landscape. finally, the swede broke the silence.

“jer.. do you think you’re ready to talk about what happened earlier? i understand if not i just want you to know i love you and i’m always here when you wanna talk.” he rambled a bit, accent laying in heavy.

the alaskan paused before responding, his eyes a bit glassy. he set down his almost empty cup and leaned into linus’ space, snaking a hand over his upper body, feeling every muscle and crevice he had.

“you know i overthink a lot, love.. it gets real bad in the winter.” his voice losing stability in each word.

“i don’t know why, i just kind of let it happen because fighting it is draining. i don’t want to talk about the thoughts because it just doesn’t feel right… i get overwhelmed by everything and there’s so many thoughts, and my head is so loud, a-and it just upsets me a lot, and i never know what to do about it and-“ his breath hitched as he ran on

“shh.. you’re alright babe, i’m here. it’s all gonna be okay, i promise. i’m so proud you were able to open up and tell me this.” he tried to calm him down, knowing if he gets overwhelmed he gets irrational.

“i want you.” jeremy choked through tears.

“you have me, i’m yours my love.” the older man affirmed, running his fingers through his silky brown hair.

“if you break i won’t let you shatter” he whispered, planting a kiss on his forehead. before he lifted his boyfriend up into a more comfortable position as he trailed his kisses down his face, meeting his lips.

their tongues fought for dominance in a desperate but gentle way; the taste of chocolate and marshmallows still lingering , linus took his lower lip into his mouth, nipping a bit eliciting a whine from the younger man.he took this opportunity to break the kiss and continue trailing down to his neck. he suckled and left love bites wherever he kissed. he slipped a warm, comforting hand up his hoodie feeling out his toned abs and riding up to his nipples, running a thumb over his sweet spot, his mouth finally parting from his reddened neck.

jeremy’s flannel pants were obviously growing tighter, linus hooking his fingers around the waistband.

“can i?”

“please, baby..” jeremy whined.

ullmark gently pulled his bottoms down in such a torturously slow way it made jeremy go crazy. he whimpered and whined his name, giving linus a rise in the process.

he wrapped a large hand around the base, just running his tongue over the tip. he was teasing him so much thought he know he needed more.

“fuck.. more- please, please, please” swayman whined.

linus loved seeing him beg, but now all he needed was care and attention so he obeyed and slowly took him fully into his mouth, sucking and running his tongue over the slit of his dick. jeremy pulled at his blonde locks, giving a pleasurable hum from the swede. the vibrations sent him over the edge, as he released into his mouth.

he swallowed everything, but still collecting some dribbles on his finger. jeremy was out of breath coming down from his high. the older man brought his finger up to jeremy’s mouth, letting him taste himself.

“such a good boy, you taste amazing. let me clean you up” ullmark cooed as tears from pleasure slowly dripped out of his eyes onto the bed. linus crawled out of their bed, and strode to the bathroom to get a towel and some lotion for his boy.

he emerged from the dim bathroom light, jeremy’s vision still blurry. he came back to the bed, starting to wipe up with the sweat from his upper body with a cooling towel and some scented lotion and being gentle when he came closer to any sensitive spots; he knew jeremy didn’t need any overstimulation right now.

“you’re so perfect honey, i promise i’ll do anything to help you” he affirmed again.

“i know before you wanted to cry all night, and you didn’t want to talk; but im so proud of you for opening up to me” linus comforted with a warm tone.

it wasn’t a loud, eventful, talkative night. but that didn’t matter

“fuck, i love you so much linus, just kiss me already” jeremy cried, leaning into his space again and letting their lips make contact again.

“if you break i promise not to let you shatter” linus confessed through the kiss. the taste of jeremy and the hot cocoa still prominent.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

AYO MODEL ERA MIRA?? CONGRATS!!! Hmu if you ever make one of those subscriptions like Chris Prince I’ll come to your meet and greet (don’t scam me) LMAO

the get possessed part actually has me sending the process is insane LOL im just imagining you getting into the zone like “mmm yes I love flirting with women I am that top dog im a super sexy defender yes that’s me”

IM CRYING THE SHOE THREAT??? Thats literally Barou just throwing the shit Nagi and chigiri left around the floor back in their faces it matches him sm….shoeliver is truly the best duo name ykw is funny when I first typed liver it autocorrected to lover (even though liver is a word….) LMAO truly meant to be

HAAH snuffy the only responsible adult so real no it’s ok mikages stubble grew into that full beard from stress and aging dw abt it yk when you get to the wedding arc you should design wedding invitation graphics (if you want LOL) I bet they’d go hard

STOPP I lowk forgot Nagi’s the love interest for a second uuhbdjsns no swerving no swerving…..but slightly sweaty rolled up sleeves Karasu….but REAL AEGISLASH TAKE ME TOO SHSHSH

Barou’s too underrated people are missing out on his potential omg (and I’m not even talking about in soccer LOL)

Wait speaking of how far are you from 1k rn I lowk forgot…just trying to see the odds of that pokemon event coming true if so I’m fr going to start brushing up

FR what’s worst is the people I see theorycrafting and analyzing saying Nagi’s gonna get kicked out and I’m like are we reading the same series here??? Like GUYS cmon let’s use our brains a little please I’m begging…..I’m crying “I forgot I liked chigiri” LAMOSAOSK yeah it does suck though because a big majority of his fans feminize him like crazy (esp when they ship him with Kunigami and turn him into a damsel in distress) yeah I think the move is just stay away from the crazy twitter side of the fandom LOL

IM GONE THE SPONGEBOB LFMAOAO stop the Barou edits go too hard wtf…but NO PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING LMAOO I appreciate all the content and lowk my fyp lost its way I don’t get much bllk there as I used to so I need this

DHSHSHS FR bro “can I say something controversial” and it’s just straight facts because people are fr just setting themselves up for disaster and like doomposting like guys cmon…..as if we didn’t all survive whatever the hell was going on in jjk s2 animation too (some scenes were so bare bones but we all lived)

SWOLE ERA Barou would be proud first it’s the graphic now this LMAOA out of curiosity what’s your go to routine?

- Karasu anon

YESS MODEL ERA INDEED dw if i do become famous i’ll be like yukimiya and expose scams not create them like chris prince 🤩 jkjk it’s really not for anything huge HAHA so no fame or scamming for me quite yet…tbh i only applied on a whim (i happened to have the photos they required for the application on hand [one of then was my linkedin pfp though icl] so i was like why not) ngl i was surprised when they emailed me back and told me they added me to their book but yk yolo!! might as well try it and see what the vibes are

HELPPP repeating my aiku affirmations while i work on the oaeu…“i am a rizz lord…i hate italian people…women want me fish fear me…i’m the goat” HAHA have to get in the mindset fr

shoeliver my magnum opus number one bllk ship name number one duo etc etc no one can compare!! PLEASEE barou is so mom coded it makes sense i can def see him threatening to throw his shoes at his kids nagi zantetsu chigiri when they’re being annoying/misbehaving HAHAHA

wait wedding invitation graphics would actually go crazy i don’t even think either wedding is ever shown in the epilogue (because of all of the time skipping) but maybe a side story of snuffy just dealing with everyone’s messes at either the tullireo or nagiy/n wedding might be in order sprinkled amongst the epilogue chapters 🤔 either that or i’ll make barou funeral invites but that’s more morbid…

AEGISLASH PLEASE ASSIST KARASU ANON AND I IN GOING ON A DOUBLE DATE W (still alive not possessed) BAROU AND KARASU POKÉMON AU VERSION 😭🙏🏻 nah because the visual is insane karasu’s face card is too lethal…reader’s crazy for not falling in love with him immediately ‼️ like girl you don’t even meet your actual man for an entire arc you’re telling me you don’t have the teensiest crush on karasu until nagi arrives in all of his lazy pajama wearing glory??? /j (mostly abt nagi wearing pajamas he’s a little better than that) nah but me personally the moment i see him taking care of his little baby birds i’m folding LMAOOO karasu with his fletchling would genuinely cause me to malfunction (wait imagine tullia gets him to babysit the pokémon she breeds when he has free time so his alternate clothing style is him in a white t shirt [so we can see his glorious biceps] jeans and a green apron with the black falconer’s gloves as usual and we just get a scene of him walking around bottle feeding a baby pokémon while talking on the phone about official gym business HFJSKSJD i fear i need him)

nah because barou is too underrated for what he brings to the table!! hoping we see a rise in barou nation after s2 as well although if not we’ll def see his non-dude bro fanbase (because lbr all dude bros love barou) expand after nel is animated he looks GORGEOUS in the game against bm!!

i’m like 60ish followers away but randomly the number will go down so i could not tell you how long it’ll take before i reach 1k 😭 i also might post the event a bit early just so people can be prepared for it HAHAHA we’ll see if i even do pokémon!! maybe i’ll end up with smth different who knows i’m very indecisive unfortunately so i probably won’t know until the last minute what i’m going to do

when people think nagi will leave the manga and be kicked out for good i’m like ah yes the character with his own spin-off is definitely the one they’re axing HAHAAH nagi + rin + barou are the only ones besides isagi that i can say for sure will be relevant until the end just because of the nature of their dynamics w isagi and the way their characters are written 😭 NAH BECAUSE I STAY FORGETTING CHIGIRI HIMSELF IS ACTUALLY COOL he can’t help his stans yassifying him/using him as an excuse to hate on other characters…wait also this is a pet peeve of mine but whenever people call chigiri a princess unironically i’m like 😟🤨 because i am 100% sure that the other blue lockers do NOT mean it as a compliment necessarily LMAOAOA like chigiri straight up gets mad when people who aren’t his friends/close teammates call him princess/missy (depending on the translation) i’m pretty sure it’s meant to be an embarrassing/teasing nickname not a nice one (karasu and otoya using it should be MORE than enough proof for that theory)…chigiri official arts have set the fandom back one million years they overly yassfiy him bro is simply NOT like that in the source material!!

THE SPONGEBOB HAD ME CRYINGGG lowkey what if i said me though 🤔 jkjk…unless??? OKAY YAYYY I WILL KEEP SENDING YOU SILLY LINKS AND EDITS HEHEHE today i will offer you a nagi + chigiri edit because it feels thematically appropriate to the convo LMAOO

no because people fr have such rose colored nostalgia tinted glass bruh jjk s2 was lowkey really bad at times too?? truly bllk is not as horrible as everyone is making it seem it honestly in terms of coloring and art style alone has a lot of depth and vibrancy and life i think people need to relax a bit like this isn’t violet evergarden things will not be perfect and that’s okay!! it’ll still be fun if you go into it just to enjoy it for what it is

LMAOO i’ve been going to the gym for a while but i never lift heavy enough to get swole i will leave that for my bfs 🤩 i start off on the treadmill for anywhere from 10-30 minutes depending on what i’m doing…if it’s an answering asks on the treadmill kind of day i’ll go at the 6 incline at a 2.5-3mph pace until i’m done clearing my inbox (usually 30ish mins plus or minus 5) and if it’s a day when i just want to be in and out i do a 15 incline at a 3mph pace for 10-15 mins!! after that i lift weights but nothing crazy/above 50lbs 😭 i’m not trying to be jacked so i’m not trying really hard to hit a PR as long as i feel like i worked out!! some of my fav exercises w weights are squats, romanian deadlifts, and the lateral pull-down machine!! after lifting i’ll do yoga to stretch out the muscles i used that day 😄 i go to the gym like twice a week and then horse riding once a week so i work out in a dedicated way only 3x per week and the rest of my steps come from walking around in general HAHA

[ihatedean]

28 to 38.

I'm sorry.

28: A description of the person I dislike the most: i don't have beef with anyone irl these days honestly. ill say: stole my best friend's idea and gets bitchy when confronted about her shitty behavior. probably has no friends but pretends she does. she's stupid and probably chose a degree with closed eyes.

29: A reason I’ve lied to a friend: mostly to look cooler, in high school. boasted about sex i didn't have and drugs i never tried. but now... i don't know, does keeping something mean to myself counts as lying? like sometimes i know they're going thru it and i shut my mouth to not make it worse. it slips out a lot anyways. i can be very bitchy and idk how they can stand me when i get like that.

30: What I hate the most about work/school: im my own boss (lmao) so i hate the inconsistency. i don't push a schedule on myself so the income comes in-between looooong periods of time. i hate taking pictures of myself, which is ironic. putting hashtags on stuff.

31: What my last text message says: "buah"

32: What words upset me the most: i don't get this one tbh. none, i guess?

33: What words make me feel the best about myself: again i don't think i understand. in a compliment?? i like it when people say im funny. it's a whole complex.

34: What I find attractive in women: fun hair. FRIED hair. im not a fan of the "clean girl" look. think mars argo on her blonde era with those dark dark roots and crispy ends– that. it's very specific but i love it. i love curls. braids. im a hair girl. not a lot else regarding physical traits lol i think bunny teeth are cute. overbites. tooth gaps. cassie from skins. ayo edebiri.

35: What I find attractive in men: arms. beards. my boyfriend has a resting bitch face. i like the asshole vibe. he has a scar on his eyebrow that makes him look like such a tough guy even though he's a cutie patootie and he always lies about how he got it.

in everyone, if i can make them laugh a lot they're immediately attractive to me. i like irony and flirtiness. freckles. people that hype themselves up at a party to get everyone looking only to make a complete ass of themselves. gosh. sorry. i like a lot of stuff in a lot of different people.

36: Where I would like to live: the south here probably. tierra del fuego. chubut. somewhere more chilly/with less people. i hate the heat here.

37: One of my insecurities: my cheeks/double chin. wearing glasses in public omg. also there was one anon that said "wow you're smart" or something like that when i made a relatively serious post and it kind of stuck 💀 so now i keep most of my ""serious"" thoughts to myself and try to keep it lighthearted/funny. im pretty insecure of how little i know about stuff. im really bad with geography and history.

38: My childhood career choice: teacher! always. at some point i might have wanted to be a singer or something like that but it was pretty short-lived. it was always teaching. i think i was lucky with the teachers i got that so many of them inspired that in me. sucks that i never actually pursued it but rip. it's the thought that counts lol

send me nosy anons!

[charnelhouse]

all our heroes are dead

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Soldier Boy Wordcount: 3.3+K Warnings: smut. gore. threesome. rough sex. anal. drugs. mentions of hair. ptsd. dp. a very soft/scared soldier boy. mcu canon divergence bc whatever. Summary: Just a couple of soldiers. A/N: reader’s super hero name is Black Magnolia (i know im a hack!), but i legit wrote this under the wire and my brain couldn't form other thoughts. read the first part if you want. the title was totally inspired by the stunning New Yorker article - the real heroes are dead

When Steve goes rogue, Ben follows.

She’s surprised, or maybe not too surprised. After all, Ben had always admired Steve. Steven Grant Rogers was good. He was a real American hero.

Ben was Soldier Boy. He was the movie star. He was commercialized beef with an addiction problem.

No matter how many films he shot. No matter how many times Louis B. Mayer called him the symbol of the God damn stars and stripes, Ben never believed him.

“The man you’re talking about, Mayer? That man went into the sea somewhere up north.”

***

“Shit,” she hisses as she digs her fingers into Steve’s thick shoulders. He’s perched on the edge of this shitty motel bed. It scratches his bare ass. She’s going to leave bruises on him, a fact he likes. There’s no one who can mark him like she can. She can do her damage and he feels it the next day. He buries his face into her pretty throat before gently rolling his hips upward. “Oh fuck,” she sighs as Ben’s hand slides across her stomach. 

Steve can feel Ben between his knees. He can feel him slowly nudging into her ass. 

“That’s my girl,” the brunette coaxes. His other hand clamps down on her hip as he keeps inching his cock forward. Steve can tell exactly when he breaches her, she goes totally stiff and Ben has to chill her out with soft mouth sounds.

“Distract her, Cap,” The order is locked in his throat, husky and strained. “I’m barely in there.”

“You’re too big,” she whines.

“Shit, honey,” Steve can hear the grin in Ben's voice. “That’s the nicest damn thing you’ve said to me.”

She inhales sharply when he tries to move further. “Steve,” Ben snaps. “Help her out.”

Steve jumps. He’s drunk on her pussy - balls fucking deep. She keeps getting tighter and he’s out of his mind.

“Shh, baby,” Steve coaxes as he nips her jaw apologetically. "It's just so good." He tugs her down, rubs their cheeks together. He strokes her skin, squeezes her arms. “Hold onto me. Let me know how it feels.”

“Full,” she mumbles.

“Christ,” Ben rasps.

There’s the drip of cold lube and the warm slick of Mag’s own pussy, creating a contradiction of sensation around Steve’s cock.

To his surprise, Ben is careful with her. He’s cautious. Soldier Boy peppers kisses along her shoulder and scents her hair. There’s a moment Steve feels possessive before he tries to shove it down.

Steve never told her that he watched all their old films. While working for SHIELD, he spent hours flicking through archived footage of Black Magnolia and Soldier Boy. He even ran through the YouTube fan videos of the two. 

Soldier Boy and Black Magnolia Were Destined!

Did Magnolia cheat on Steve Rogers with Soldier Boy?

Conspiracy! Evidence that Proves Black Magnolia and Soldier Boy killed Captain America!

Yeah. Never again.

When Ben finally sinks to the hilt, it’s a bit jarring. The three of them glued together as a single, undulating entity of limbs, breasts, and hair. Their bodies upgraded to withstand gunshots and bombs and dole out Hell. There’s Ben’s cock thick inside her, hot against the thin wall of tissue separating them. 

Steve grips her chin and drags her down for a dirtier kiss than he intended. Nah - he did intend it. His beard rasps over her skin, and his tongue plunges straight between her lips. She’s riding him, thrusting back against Ben. Steve’s hand is between her legs as he trails his mouth from her throat to her tits. He sucks on the peaks of her nipples; he snaps up a little harder. 

“C’mon, honey; you can take us.” He grunts, teeth clenched as he catches Ben’s eye over their girl’s shoulder. The muscle in Ben’s jaw flexes as he nods. Find a rhythm. They do. They’re fast learners. Steve plants his feet and jerks up while Ben slams forward. They impale her at once, and she chokes, nearly collapsing into Steve. 

They ease back and draw out before sheathing themselves again. They repeat this. The bedframe squeals as their pace quickens. Short, blunt strokes. A hand collars the nape of her neck. Steve rubs the bud of her clit with the pad of his thumb. She makes these delicious mewls that she can’t seem to control. Her lashes flutter, her lids droopy with pleasure, and her cunt contracts around his cock. It’s twitching, spasming as he throbs inside her, and he doesn’t think he can get any harder than he already is. 

“Stay with us,” Ben growls as he cracks his hand across her ass. She startles, bucking against him, her back arching into something lovely. It seems that Ben’s caution has fled. The two of them are stretching her to her limit. Steve’s sweat is collecting at the base of his spine, ruining the sheets. He wonders if they can be heard through the paper-thin walls.

Of course. Of course.

There are the wet noises of them entering her. The audible slap of skin. There are her muffled cries against Steve’s mouth or his scalp as she fists his hair. She bites his ear at one point. Low, feral sounds spout from the middle of his chest. Ben is no better.

“Fuck yeah, baby doll,” he rumbles. “I dreamt of this.” 

He takes her in another round of long, hard pumps. With every spear of his cock, his dirty words are enunciated. “Wanted. Back. In. This. Perfect. Fucking. Ass.” There's a snarl under his tongue, barely contained hunger.

Steve keeps her anchored, holding her up to accept what Ben is giving her. They have a safe word. He's not worried, but he observes every tell that blossoms across her beautiful face.

This is about her pleasure. At least it is for him. She might want this to be about Ben. Ben might want it to be about her.

This could just be a crisscross of give and take and they've become a single organism functioning with veins and a pumping heart.

Keep it alive.

Steve lifts his head, holds her fucked-out gaze for what feels like forever.

Her thighs are trembling. Steve pets at her cunt that is wrapped around him. His stamina is unnatural, but he’s nearing his end. This whole dance has gotten him hanging perilously off the edge. He’s not sure what it is. Maybe, it’s seeing another man fuck his girl. Maybe, it’s because she’s still staring at him like he hangs the damn moon. She responds beautifully, and leans into his palm when he cradles her cheeks. “Kiss me, sweetheart,” he begs under his breath because he wants to be sure.

She lowers her face and gifts him her lips. “I love you,” she presses into the valley of his mouth. “Steve.”

***

“You don’t have to come,” she tells Ben as they leave an airport burning in Berlin. “This isn’t your fight.”

Ben sucks down another drag of his thinly-rolled blunt. His eyes soften. “Are you going?”

“Yes.”

“You believe in Rogers?”

“Yes.”

“Then that’s good enough for me, Mags.”

He doesn’t point out that he has nowhere else to go. Vought has proven an untrustworthy ally. All of his friends are either old or dead. He orbits around her like an errant moon or circlet of stars. He plays second fiddle to Steve Fucking Rogers. They’re going underground to take out bad guys on their own terms. No government. No rules. 

There is a piece of Ben that wants to adapt like she has. He wants to do some good.

***

They find a decent hideout in another distant country. The land here is coated in a frost of snow. It’s been a rough few months taking out terrorist cells and Hydra operatives and buried enemies. Barnes sniffs them out - recalling nearly every one of the Winter Soldier’s haunts that dot Eastern Europe. 

He has more in common with Barnes than either of them want to admit. A lot of Russia. A lot of frigid tanks and brain scrambling and torture. They regard each other with silent respect, but it doesn’t go beyond that. Bucky never liked him back in the forties, and he certainly doesn’t like Ben chasing after Mags since she’s Steve’s. Bucky is a loyal friend through and through and Ben can admire that.

Perhaps, they just don’t like facing each other because it’s a startling mirror image. They lash out. They have red-black nightmares that force them awake. It’s like having to stare at a constant reminder of yourself. There’s Bucky etched in his grief and his guilt. There’s Ben, who can’t control going nuclear whenever he hears a particular Russian song. 

He’s certain that Bucky, Nat, Sam, and Wanda know what’s going on between Cap, Mags, and himself. It’s not like they hide it. They try to muffle their grunts and whines, but it’s not foolproof. Sometimes the fucking gets so out of control that they forget people are even in the house.

It’s also not like Ben even cares.

The whole thing flows together incredibly easily. There should be a catch. There should be a hitch and there isn’t. At least, Rogers hasn’t punched him out yet.

Maybe it’s because they’re on the run. Their lives are completely chaotic and the sex de stress them. Maybe, it’s because Steve isn’t making her choose.

***

Ben wakes from a nightmare. It’s painful. It hangs onto him, burrowing its claws into the meat of his back. He drops his face into his hands and presses down until tiny black stars burst. He looks for her in her room but she's not there. It’s three in the morning, and, for a moment, his stomach flips over. That’s odd. He darts down the hallway,  the wooden floors creaking beneath his bare feet. With his enhanced hearing, he catches the heartbeats between the walls. The soft, relaxed breathing of the faceless others. These are ghosts in his head, and he doesn’t know how to remove them.

He slips into Steve’s room, where he can hear the pelting rain of the shower. The door is cracked open, and the light filters out, revealing the empty bed and rumpled sheets. There’s steam building, but he can see through the glass. 

She’s backed against the tile, her hand between her legs, fingers pushing inside her as she flashes Steve a mischievous grin. Steve’s is against her side, his chest at her shoulder with his arm braced over her head. He grasps his cock that juts against her thigh. They’re speaking in low voices, obviously teasing each other. Steve flicks one of her nipples, and she squeals, batting his arm away.

It’s an intimate scene and one that has probably happened many times. Selfishly, Ben tries to think of what they shared the years they were together. He’s had those moments with her though they were often blurred out by a haze of drugs or alcohol. Their fights were legendary because they’d always break some piece of furniture or an entire house when they made up.

He imagines how Steve and Mags lived before he came back and before they went on the run due to Stark and all the Accords nonsense. Did they cook together? Did they go on missions and fuck in storage closets? Did they think of having kids?

So caught up in his own pity, he doesn’t realize she’s looking at him until he lifts his gaze back to the shower. He freezes, unsure what to do. Now, he seems like a damn pervert. She curls her finger, beckoning him forward. Immediately he goes, shrugging his t-shirt off, working down his sweats. Steve doesn’t seem that pissed, his brow is simply raised in surprise.

“Nightmare?” she asks as he steps into the steam and is enveloped by the bright smell of Eucalyptus shampoo she favors. 

“Yeah,” he replies tightly. Of course, she could read him. She senses his terror. She knew without him telling her.

Without a word, she drops to her knees. Her right hand on Ben’s thigh and her left on Steve’s. She tips her head back as the water sheets down her body, between her breast until it swirls in the foam beneath her. “Let me take care of you,” she smiles before glancing at Steve. “Both of you.”

Ben clears his throat. Steve reaches down to smooth his thumb over her cheek. “Good girl,” the blonde murmurs, and her lips quirk. She leans into Ben first and takes him into her mouth smoothly. She swallows him to the base, and Ben’s legs nearly give out. 

He’d forgotten. The delightful, molten-hot suction of her throat. The decades she’d used to perfect her talents. 

“I love you,” he blurts out, and it’s said in his most sincere voice, almost high-pitched. He means it. He is in love with her and not just because her blow job skills are heaven-sent. The second it’s out of him, she chokes and sputters, pulling herself off his dick before she starts laughing. “Really Ben? Of all the times to say that.”

Steve rubs the back of his head as he tries not to smile. “Honestly, it sounded pretty genuine to me.”

Ben smacks Steve’s shoulder and crows. “Thank you!” His gaze falls back on her face. “See - Cap’s on my side.”

His chest unfurls. He feels something light between his ribs. There’s an intimacy here - between them. Secrets shared. He inhales audibly as she wraps her lips around his cock again, nails skating down the flat of his stomach. 

***

The sun burns on the crown of Steve’s skull as he waits for her outside the Hydra facility. A shiver drags through him.  It’s been too long. The coms quit three minutes ago, but going after her wouldn’t be smart. It might screw a delicate situation. He trusts Nat, who told him to wait. 

Still - he’s nervous.

Ben is no better. He shifts from foot to foot. He lights another cigarette as he begins striding from one tree to the next. He wears down the soil and the snow beneath the heavy tread of his boots. Steve can see each puff of breath as Soldier Boy exhales.  

“I can’t lose her,” Ben mumbles. Steve shoots forward, grabbing the man behind the arm. 

“You won’t.” Is that what he’s been whispering about this whole damn time?

Steve doesn’t like it because it only makes Steve begin to worry.

Ben’s eyes widen as he glances down at Steve’s hand on him. His nostrils flare before he rips himself away. “You don’t know shit.”

Steve lets him go off to sulk. There’s a part of him that feels sorry for him. His empathy hits just right, and he blames it partially on the fact that Ben reminds him of Bucky. The two men circle each other in the safe house, keeping their distance despite knowing what it’s like to be held down and tortured for decades. 

It’s not just that.

There’s also the fact that Ben and Steve were shaped from similar cloth. They were both flung into a war with suped-up bodies. They were paraded around like dancing monkeys. They fell in love with the same girl, and when Ben returned from the dead, he submitted. He didn’t barge right in and take her from Steve. That was something worth respecting.

I understand, man. I understand what it’s like to love her. It’s obvious she’s good with you. I get it. I’m not trying to rain on your parade or whatever. 

Steve’s helmet itches, his shield a weight on his back. “She’s fine,” he declares under his breath.

Twenty minutes later, she stumbles out with Nat. The place is rigged to explode within minutes, and he rushes toward them. They’re moving too slow. 

Ben’s already there, his arms around Mags as he tries to force her away from the concrete facility. It’s just an aged red door in a mass of woods. It reminds him of a fairytale.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Ben urges - panicked. “Why are you lagging?”

She grunts, and it’s a pained one. Steve knows every sound she makes. He knows exactly what flavor those noises will take on when she laughs or cries, when she’s hurt, or when she comes. He stops then, his attention raking over her body. He smells blood, and then he sees it on the icy snow beneath their feet. It’s the color of rust.

“You’re injured,” Ben announces before he can. He sniffs as he presses himself closer. He drops low to the ground, one of his knives appearing out of nowhere. The silver glints in the raw morning light. He tears the tight fabric over her thigh, and blood pours out. 

It’s her femoral artery.

“Fuck,” Natasha gasps. “I didn’t - you didn’t say -”

Mags blinks, her lips curling downward as she sways. “I didn’t feel it.” She trails off as sweat collects along her hairline. She mumbled something Steve can’t parse.

“Oh fuck,” he hisses.

She’s out, and Steve barely catches her before she hits the ground.

***

“There are very few things that can break that skin,” Ben shouts as Bucky wraps her leg. 

“They had these new guns,” Nat explains. “Shiny. Too big. We didn’t think anything of it, but maybe they’re built for supes.”

Ben rounds on her. “You didn’t notice she got shot?”

Natasha is cool as ever, her gaze even and flat as she stares back at him. “She didn’t say anything. Her pain tolerance is crazy. I’m sure she got hit, and it felt like a scratch.”

Natasha would die for her teammates. The question is insulting.

Steve looks down at her as she lies on the kitchen table. She’s half in and out, her fingers loosely curled around Steve’s wrist. He murmurs her name - her real one. Not Black Magnolia, but the one she gave him when they met. 

He says it twice.

She stirs but doesn’t respond.

“Cap,” Sam whispers from behind him. “Maybe take Ben outside before he freaks out.”

Steve’s head whips around to find Ben faintly glowing. There’s sweat beading along his hairline. His chest is hitching as he worries his lower lip with his teeth. His pupils are dilating.

“Shit,” Steve stands up, marches toward Ben, and wordlessly hauls him outside.

***

Admittedly, Ben is grateful that Steve forced him into clean air. He was drowning. He was burning up. He couldn’t see straight. 

He staggers down the porch until he drops onto the wooden bench. He fiddles in his bag for his medicine, and Steve silently follows. He sits beside him, his eye trained on the dark green woods that guard the edge of the land. There’s no one for miles. Wanda has set up an illusion so no one can find their spot. They’re just blank - just nothing in the forest.

Ben lights up, inhaling a few heavy lungfuls of the blunt before passing it to Steve, who takes it without hesitation. The man was full of surprises, but Ben should have understood this. Rogers had never been the Andy Hardy adjacent good ole boy he was set up to be in the war movies.

He relaxes after a few minutes. He rolls his muscles out and stretches his arms above his head. He studies the way the sun reflects off the Quinjet in the middle of the yard. It sparkles. Ben counts the darts of light - the fragmented shades of a rainbow. He counts backward. He counts forwards. He tries to bury his fears. She’s good.

“That was close,” he finally says. 

Steve nods, his expression is stoic. 

“She wouldn’t leave us,” he states. It is to convince himself. These new terrors are ugly things. He used to be a warrior. He used to be okay with what he’d been given. He used to be untouchable. A God. In Russia, he’d been grounded. He’d been plucked. He’d been skinned down to just his meat.

He watches Steve out of the corner of his eyes and thinks - yeah, you’re right here with me. Everything that made us ended up being a fucking lie. Betrayed us. There are no more good guys to lift us up and make us idols.

“She wouldn’t,” Steve reassures him. “She’s like Teflon.”

“Way hotter.”

Steve’s lips twitch. “Yeah - she is.”

He begins to see that this is how Rogers deals with his fear. Ben saw it in his face back at that facility. Steve had been scared. He’d second-guessed himself. He’d hesitated. Now - he’s pulling himself back together. It’s churning just below the surface of his steely features. He compartmentalizes. He goes inward. Ben wasn’t too different once upon a time. 

Now - Ben is a damn open book. Now - he’s got shell shock. Now - when he has a nightmare, he crawls into their room like a child. What happened to him?

“You know, I was pissed,” Ben finally admits. He takes another drag. He wonders if he has more pills upstairs.

Steve turns toward him.

“About?”

“Russia,” he replies like it can all be summed up in that single word. His grief and trauma - those broken pieces all defined by Russia.  “You and I are supposed to go down fighting. We are supposed to go out as heroes. You went down in that plane. I thought about that a lot…when they tested things on me. Captain America died saving the world, and I was just used. I thought my life would remain in this cyclical stasis…a fucking lab experirment…a pin cushion.”

Steve blinks at him. There’s a snag in his brooding expression. A flicker in those blue-blue eyes. Pity? Understanding?

“Were you scared?” Ben asks him.

Steve swallows, but he doesn’t pause. “Shitless.” He crosses his arms over his chest as he leans back against the wall. “Thing is, I came back and realized nothing had changed. How many wars were fought after me? When did Hydra and Vought and SHIELD all accumulate into one power-hungry entity? I worked for them, fought for them, and they’d been the enemy all along.” 

Steve wasn’t wrong. How many wars had Ben fought after World War II? Communist-backed insurgencies. Bay of Pigs. Vietnam. Korea. 

“It got old,” Steve continues before he jerks his thumb toward the window. “Those people in there are why I do anything anymore. No glory. No enlightened purpose. Just them.”

“Her,” Ben says.

“Her,” Steve confirms, his expression softening to something warm and faraway. Ben wonders if he’s strayed into a memory. He wants to join it. He wants the years he lost even though Rogers lost more.

He combs gloved finds through his hair. The leather is still coated in Mag’s blood. It makes him sick.

There is still the question that’s been plaguing him for weeks. He needs to get it off his chest. As they share these intimacies at dusk, he realizes the moment is ripe for it.

“You’re cool with it?” Ben implored, and Steve gives him a sidelong glance. His hair is dark gold, and his beard even more so. He’s a good-looking son of a bitch, and, quite frankly, Ben might go there if Steve wants.

“Cool with?”

“Me barging into your thing with Mags.”

“Thing?” he chuckles because it sounds so insignificant.

“Shit,” Ben says. “You know what I meant.”

Steve shrugs as he appraises Ben with a thoughtful gaze. “She loves you. She loves me. Why make her choose? It seems to work for now, and she’s happy.” He scrapes a hand down his face, smoothing his beard. For the first time since Ben has known him, he looks tired. “I want her to be happy. I’ve dragged her all over the world, and she’s never fucking wavered. She brought me back when I woke up. She was patient and kind, and it’s been that way since Erskine.”

Ben nods, grateful. He offers his hand to Steve, who accepts it. Their palms match up, a few similar scars. They’re just a couple of soldiers on a porch in the middle of the world. No longer heroes.

He thinks that’s fine.