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[andthemoonwalks]

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[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 42

part 1 | part 41 | ao3

cw: irreverent religious imagery, general fucknastiness, minors look away (informal D/s dynamics, fingering, cum play, take me to church)

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“Ohhhhh, fuck, oh fuck oh fuckohfuckoh—”

Eddie yanks his hips up higher. He’s got him hoisted up in bridge pose: weight up on his shoulders, cock aimed at his own mouth and threatening to blow, legs squeezing Eddie’s hips as Eddie pulls him apart. One hand spears three slick fingers inside him while the other delivers pleasure and penance, stroking him off so sweetly one second then striking tender flesh the next, and hysterically Steve thinks of the girl he lost his virginity to; how she kept making all these breathy, whiny cries in the back seat of his car — so big so full oh fuck Steve oh my god. Steve had always assumed she was embellishing a bit for his benefit, y’know? Like

Reality: Ribbed for His Pleasure.

But now Eddie crooks his fingers up while his free hand slaps down mean and sharp on the top of Steve’s thigh, and Steve fucking shouts. Apologizes to Mallory in his mind and lets out a hideous noise, all pitchy and strangled, his throat full of spit, his eyes filled with tears.

Eddie digs his nails into the skin he just slapped. “You wanted this,” he reminds him with a gorgeous, rasping grunt. Feral, filthy noises that shouldn't sound so beautiful but echo through Steve's mind like a pipe organ in a stone chapel.

Eddie twists his buried fingers; makes Steve's whole body clench. “Said you could take it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Steve pants, head rocking against the floor with the force of Eddie’s thrusts. Fucking him without fucking him; hips working in tandem with his fingers, pretty pink dick smearing precum on Steve’s thigh.

“Say it,” Eddie commands.

“I can take it.”

“Yeah, you can.” He drapes himself over Steve, bucking against him still, fingers moving faster, breaths speeding up. "My pretty baby," he coos with his mouth hovering inches away. "Can take anything I give you."

Steve licks his lips and wishes, grotesquely, that he had numbers on his wrist. Wants to bend the universe's will so he can stay in this moment forever.

He settles for chasing Eddie's lips with a wet kiss, straining his neck to wriggle his tongue past smiling teeth. "I can take it," he confesses against the slick drag of Eddie's mouth. Repeats the mantra, call and response like he's in church.

Eddie's hand recites the homily, jerking faster, willing release, and he pulls back to aim Steve's aching dick toward his mouth; gives him a serious look. One last chance to bow out.

"Even this?" he asks, readying Steve to pour communion down his own throat.

Steve sticks out his tongue. Looks up at Eddie with wide, reverent eyes — this Hellfire boy with demons inked into his chest — and he thinks this is the closest he's ever felt to God. Something about this feels sacred. Ritualistic renewal; rebirth and covenant.

He nods feverishly.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie groans, and he crooks his fingers in again and squeezes his other hand harder at the base of Steve’s cock. He’s leaking all over him, twitching and flexing as he thrusts; getting Steve all messy and wet between his legs. Steve wants to be fucked so badly he might cry; wants to feel it for real, the head of Eddie’s cock popping past the ring of quivering muscle.

He’s about to ask for it, beg for it — balls drawn tight against his body, tears streaming from his eyes — but then Eddie chants “Open wider, Stevie; you can do it, baby, come on” and Steve baptizes himself, spilling hot over chest and chin, reborn under the guidance of Eddie’s holy, healing hands.

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part 43

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[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Can I request "Please tell me you have a plan" in Hic Sunt Dracones verse pretty please ? <3

You certainly can! This is something I've been wanting to write for a while: a little bonus scene from Eddie’s pov, some time before the spring festival.

Come what may

Rated: T

Words: 998

Tags: Fantasy AU; Dragon Eddie; Prince Steve; Platonic Stobin; Hurt/Comfort; Mates; Soul Bond; That dragon is down bad

Notes: Bonus scene to Hic sunt dracones

Fate has a funny sense of humor.

You spend your entire life thinking that you don’t care for small things. Delicate things like dewdrops glistening in the morning light. Pretty things like smooth skin and chestnut hair, glowing gold in the sun. Soft things like the silky touch of flower petals. And then, one day, your world comes crashing down in a cloud of splintered wood and shattered stone and blood and pain, so much fucking pain- … only to reshape itself into something new, with the prettiest, softest, most delicate creature you’ve ever laid eyes on at its centre.

He never thought such a thing was possible. Then again, he only ever heard vague stories about what it felt like, finding your mate.

“Sweetheart? Everything alright?”

He never thought of himself as sweet, but here he is. He would be anything for this boy.

“There you are,” his beloved smiles when he turns his attention back on him, and pats the fresh bandage at the base of his tail with gentle hands - always so gentle. “Had me worried for a moment there. Thought I'd hurt you.”

“As if you'd ever hurt me, my love,” he wants to say, but all that'll leave his throat is a low, amused rumble. He goes for nudging his snout into his little mate's chest instead, and the boy yelps and nearly topples over.

He has never missed his other form before, content to stay this way for days and weeks on end, but now he finds himself longing for hands to return the boy’s touch, for lips to shower him in kisses, to press sweet words and playful bites into that soft skin.

“Hey, careful, you big brute,” his beloved scolds, but his smile is bright and happy, his voice brimming with pride. “You're getting stronger every day.”

“Uh-huh. Fantastic,” says another voice, and they both whip around. Oh yes, that's right, his prince brought his little friend today. She's perched on a rock a little way off and watching them with an unhappy quirk to her mouth. “What are you gonna do once he's back to full health? Have you thought of that at all?”

That smile dims. He bares his fangs at the girl and snarls, but his prince puts a hand to his snout and he quietens reluctantly. The girl sighs.

“Listen, you know I'm on your side, but you can't hide a fully grown dragon forever. Just- … Please tell me you have a plan?”

His mate sucks his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Steve?”

“Not much to plan, is there?” The words come out clipped, all fake resolution. “He recovers, and then he leaves.”

The girl takes one look at his mate's face and her expression softens. “Listen, dingus, I know you two have gotten … attached. I wish there was another way-”

“-but there isn't,” his prince interrupts, suddenly intensely focused on searching for something in his bag of medical supplies. “I know that, you don't have to remind me. Now, don't you have somewhere else to be?”

She doesn't look insulted at being dismissed like that. In fact, the only thing swimming in her eyes as she stands is sympathy.

“Take care,” she mutters, patting his mate's shoulder. He doesn’t look up. “You too, big guy.”

He waits until her footsteps die down, and then he nudges his mate's shoulder with his tail, whining softly under his breath.

You don't seriously think I'd ever leave you, do you, my little love?

His prince finally drops the bag, sitting down in the grass and curling up against his side, soft and small and warm.

“Yeah, I'm alright. Don't worry about me.”

He grumbles in annoyance, once again wishing for a set of human lips. His little mate still misunderstands him, sometimes. He has no doubt that this will change in time, once their bond grows stronger. Here and now, though, there's no comforting words he can offer, and the thought fills him with helpless rage.

There's a patch of wildflowers growing just next to their spot, bright and colorful and pretty. Following a sudden impulse, he snaps them off with his teeth. He needs to be careful with them, because they're so tiny and delicate, but he's starting to learn more and more about delicate things.

“I'm pathetic, huh?” his prince mutters, pressing his face into his side, fingers absentmindedly tracing the pattern of scales there. “I mean, I know you can't stay forever, it's just … I wish you could. It's stupid, I- ugh, what are you doing?”

His little love yelps as he drops the flowers on his head, reflexively trying to brush them off. Then, he realizes what they are and pauses. His pretty eyes are large as he looks up.

“Sweetheart? Are those for me?”

He rumbles his confirmation, basking in the picture that is his mate. Flowers in his lap, on his shoulders, in his hair. They suit him so well. He's going to crown him in flowers one day, whole wreaths of them so he'll never need to wear the ugly, heavy things made of metal and gemstones that humans insist on putting on their kings.

His prince smiles, warm and bright like the rising sun, and he purrs in reply, leaning their foreheads together. He cannot convey his love in words yet, but he can show it with touch. He cannot return those caresses and kisses yet, but he will. He'll return them a thousandfold, once he's strong enough to shift again, and he won't ever stop, for as long as they both live. He belongs to this boy, just like this boy is his. His beloved may not fully understand it yet, but he does. Their very souls started to entwine on the day they met - a bond that will only grow stronger for as long as they both live.

They won't ever part, come what may.

And when they leave this place, it will be together.

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[chimerahyperfix]

RECIPE OF THE DAY

[OR: This was the most upsetting alternate looper option]

Long post because i have been cooking this in my brain for like, two months, and it's all-consuming. Also I'm not in the Discord yet because Anxiety so my ramblings had to go somewhere, and what better than one big fucking post yknow. I cast spell of fuck you mind blast on the tag/lh /j

TLDR for below: Siffrin words his wish differently, Bonnie gets trapped in a time-loop, and despite saying they're in a timeloop repeatedly nothing works and no one can help them. The normal ISAT absolute horrors ensue.

CONTENT WARNINGS: the normal ISAT tags [death, violence and trauma, suicide, self harm and unreality], Notable Pin on child endangerment and death, poisoning.

most of these get discussed ^ even if shortly

SO. THIS AU.

This is it this is my big one. Ignore me pushing the literal 12 other isat aus I have into a pile pls this is THE big one. I’m looking at the note I’ve stored all this lore in on my notes app,and it’s like. 35 fucking pages?

I've looked at a ton of alternate looper aus [that's part of the hyperfixation babeyyyy I need to consume ALL content forever and ever and ever] and I was like “oohhhh I wanna do that!!” So I literally just listened to music until I caught an idea and yikes. Looking at the AUs playlist now [it’s about 100 songs! Oops!] and I’m like [cartoony image of me laying face first on the floor]

This is a bit scattered because I wrote it over 3 days instead of working on the fic I’m supposed to be writing ooopsieeeee. Ramblings belowvvvvvvvvvv

It begins as simply as the game does. No one knows how to wish properly; so Siffrin wishes, because they know how to. The same folded leaf, repeated three times wish. Close to what is said in canon; different enough for the Universe to read it differently. No longer does Siffrin loop, because the wish isn’t about him, it’s about Bonnie and their sister. Siffrin’s wish is construed as “I wish Bonnie’s wish would come true,” and even if the Universe can’t hold onto Bonnie’s wish as they did it wrong, it CAN hold onto Siffrin’s.

And that’s the base point: EVERY LOOP, Siffrin wishes, because he wishes after he talks to them and that's where they loop back to, and its wish craft goes to Bonnie. A recipe for disaster with how much time they have!

They loop back when Siffrin gets crushed by the rock, because they can’t win while being down a party member. When they touch a tear, or when the sadnesses get the jump on the party and they all go down, or when they use the dagger equivalent [a poisoned snack], or when they get to the King. They Never Beat The King. Think SASASAaP but ISAT.

Bonnie doesn’t fight with craft, but rather craft-infused weapons. The wok and their pan for rock, a pair of kitchen shears for scissors and a cookbook for paper. Snacks for healing and buffs. And they have a cool friend that lives in the favor tree! [they get in fistfights like every five loops. Maybe it would be funny, someone just as willing to spar with them instead of trying to find the right words they can’t find because they’re a kid, if their friend wasn’t ALSO another version of themself, which bonnie clocks pretty late.] They pick up little quirks from their friends, like biting their nails like Belle, and puffing up to look bigger like Isa and stealing Dile's curses and closing an eye to match Frin's in focus. And maybe they start forgetting a little bit, just a little! The same thing over and over will get to you.

So everything essentially boils down to this. Bonnie specifically needs to be strong enough to beat the King, as the rest of the party doesn’t keep experience through loops. For a good chunk of the loops, they take advantage of Siffrin asking them if they need help and drag him into a training lesson that slowly goes from a whole emotional conversation to them quietly listening to Siffrin’s every word. [Siffrin fills this silence with random star facts that pop into their mind. This Is Important It WILL Be On The Test] Eventually the training becomes too tedious, so they start sneaking off to go fight sadnesses— and eventually just punch trees, which busts their knuckles— to get stronger faster! Everything goes downhill from there, with them forgetting to make food to them sneaking out at night to fight more to them getting reckless and uncaring; it snowballs down into “oh this could be considered suicidal confidence”.

Every loop, you say "hey, I'm trapped in a time loop", and EVERY time it is a big emotional thing that exhausts you to the point of going to bed immediately after, and everyone gets antsy and worried, and in the end the anxiety and trouble NEVER ends up mattering because the King still flattens the party every time. [And (shuffling through the sea of my notes for the au), imagine this from their situation for a second; Today, you tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that makes you cry, and you go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they will protect you, and you will protect them. You make sure he doesn't get squashed by a boulder, you make sure they find the key, you make sure they don't die. Tomorrow, you will tell your friends you are trapped in a time loop. They will drag you into a long, uncomfortable conversation that will make you cry, and you will go to bed with a full stomach and the knowledge they've failed to protect you, but they're trying this loop, and you'll still protect them anyway.]

And then the King fight. He grabs them and he kills them and it fucks them up. [it fucks them up, until it too happens again and again, and eventually it simply is just another obstacle you must pass, because the second his stupid hand wraps around you like a ragdoll it’s over, so you just spit in his face to make him press the trigger immediately and not drag it out for forever- imagine the most traumatic event in your entire life, repeated over and over, until it looses all meaning. It’s still traumatic, it’s sewn into your brain forever you will never forget this.]

They tell the party ‘hey, I just got murdered’, and if this au was ISAT, it would go from having a memory that gave everyone a defense buff to a memory that literally stops you from winning, randomly attaching to a party member. You couldn’t get rid of it. They’d take every hit for you, and you’d have to loop back, because you couldn’t win with an unremovable memory like that. and that’s why they stop saying things, because if the people you loved would die to protect you, something you don’t want and have the ability to stop, would you stop them?

And so everything collapses, and from that point [the start of act 4] it collapses fast.

WHICH LEADS US TO ENDLESS MY FAVORITE LITTLE THANG

if this is transparent or not I don’t fucking know and honestly. After 2 hours of fighting ibisPaint X to make it transparent I stopped caring. o7

Slight design notes tangent: the fucking. Wispy things around their limbs just kinda move around them- yknow because black holes pull things in and they are one. Their like,,,, face spike design??? Question mark on what 2 call it? It’s designed to look like their hair lol. The little star-dot things on their knuckles are important smile. Eventually I’ll post a full thing 4 them (I have like 2 pages of random doodles of them it’s craaazy)

Endless (or Ness, later on) is Bonnie’s loop-alike. They’re a little angry hater and I based them on the song Black Hole Sun [therefore they double-dip in the space theming, the little scoundrel! Imagine being both a black hole and a partial eclipse!! Damn why you taking all the space theming for!!] which was the song the whole AU was based on! Woah! Damn you carrying ALL the out of AU lore in you! They’re anger over fear while Bonnie is fear over anger.

They make me SO fucking upset. Like. I’m not being funny anymore. This is THE most upsetting character I’ve ever written. They make me cry. My entire schtik is making horror and this little creature is the most upset I've ever been at a creation of mine.

Endless is a Bonnie who, without exaggerating, literally imploded from having too much wish craft in them— hence the black hole theme. They went through an unreasonable amount of loops [i think I noted down 400??? Probably not that many, but hey, leveling is slow when half the time you rely on a scripted event that has like 3 enemies. Never really pinned anything down, but it’s a CRAZY upsetting amount.] and just couldn’t win,, and they eventually broke, and begged for it to stop— and, well, with so much wish craft in them, even without the proper rituals the Universe just couldn’t ignore ALL this wish craft, overflowing, in one spot. They asked for help and it killed them.

And then they were at the tree! And they’re helping a DIFFERENT Bonnie, who they’re upset at because what. What why is this happening? They asked for it to stop, not for a whole NEW Bonnie to exist and to do it all over again, what is this what, stop stop it. And they have to keep watching Siffrin wish, and doom them to their endless loop, and they have to tell Bonnie no, the party can’t help them like they want the party to do because the party never could help them, and it’s just going to bring them distress and heartache. Bonnie does it anyways, until the very beginning of act 4: it goes downhill from there, until they’re worried This Bonnie will end up like THEM.

They’re not the most self-confident type. They give themself the most un-nicknameable name [Bonnie still finds one that fits— Ness. They reluctantly accept it.] [Endless vc: Ness? Like? From Earthbound???] they can think of because nicknames are a love language and they speak it, and they don't think they deserve it anymore because they've Changed, and trade out the nicknames they have for the party for things they learned from Siffrin in their own many many training loops: The Sun, The Moon, The Star, The Sky, and Bonnie is Supernova, because its cool as hell and Siffrin told them that’s what happens when a star dies, and they died. Open foreshadowing. They take to closing the same eye they made Siffrin the Star loose, because if he doesn’t get to see anymore neither should they— even if that eventually becomes a natural thing, something they do now to focus. They talk about a sister they have— had, because their world is gone and she never got unfrozen, they never learned if she was alive under all that icy craft or not, and they’re not Bonnie anymore. Ness is Bonnie, but Bonnie is not Ness.

And so, when act 5 hits, they’re desperate. They can’t see it happen again, because it erased them as a person and it was terrifying enough why would you want to see it happen again? they prepare to storm the house, bevause theyre strong enough to tear it apart themself, get stopped by the party, and essentially they’ve replaced Bonnie for a loop; which would be okay, if failing didn’t mean there would probably be Two Endlesses and No Bonnie’s. By the end of the au, Bonnie, lvl 99, is like bringing a brick to a stare down. Endless, in comparison, is like bringing a bazooka to a fistfight. They can’t face the King, they can’t, it would probably mess something up [the party has them pinned as being a kid by this point— wether they realise Ness acts a lot like Bonnie or not, who knows] so they panic and wave the party off into the King’s room and fights off the remaining sadnesses to calm down.

And the Party brings Bonnie down, and they fight a fake version of their sister [who they win against, even if barely, because Nille is their sister and damnit, Nille would never hurt them, not after giving up her life for them] and they have a breakdown, and then there's two of them. There's Bonnie and there's Ness. Bonnie confronts them and they get in ANOTHER fistfight, bveause how else would two angry ultra-powerful preteens settle things, and Bonnie convinces them to come along, because their identity has been found out and damnit Nille really won't care, Ness is her sibling too.

[Nille approaches the situation carefully, but Bonnie is right: Nille sees the two of them and immediately decides she has two siblings and she wants to protect them. Both of them went through so, so much, and they saved the country and damnit it would be monstrous to throw Ness out to the wolves because they Changed. Aka I was physically incapable of letting Ness dissapear or have a bad ending they deserve the world too.]

I just I jsutt. Auguhghghghhh. au too big in my brain spill it out on the floor it goes everywhere. When you hyperfix on your own au

[andydrysdalerogers]

Cross-Checked ~ Chapter Ten

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter Ten ~ He Had It Coming ~ Andy

Andy 

Sitting at home alone was now just pathetic.  

I missed Leia so much. My words hurt her, hurt her so badly that I could see it the moment it happened. I had never spoken to her like that ever. The look on her face will haunt me forever. Why? Why would I talk to her like that? I know that Swayman is making her happy and I should want that for her. But he’s also not a good guy and I just didn’t want to see her get hurt.  

But now she’s not speaking to me, and I only see her in glances at practice or during a game. She’s been avoiding me as much as possible, though I don’t blame her. Luke has been pestering me about why she’s been in a mood but fuck that. I’m not telling him.  He would literally kill me for making his sister cry.  

So now I find myself alone in the big, Leia-less house, wishing I had done things differently. I miss my best friend.  I had just shut off all the lights and was heading for my room when there was a knock at the door. God, I hope it wasn’t Luke.  If he was having trouble with Miranda, I don’t know what my reaction would be. I groan and head back down the stairs. I don’t check out the window and just open the door.  

But I’m surprised to what I found.  

“Hi.”  

The most beautiful sight is in front of me. Leia. “Princess? You lose your key?” 

She’s playing with her fingers. Oh shit. That is her tell. “No,” she says quietly. “But I didn’t want to just walk in when I have been such a brat with you. I’m sorry.”  

I watch the tears fill her eyes and her bottom lip quiver. “Leia, I’m the one who should be sorry.” I pull her into my arms, and she begins to cry. “Princess, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I should have been your best friend and supported you and I’m just... sorry.”  

I walked us into the house, and I sat her down on the couch. She hiccups a little and I go grab her a water. “Thanks,” she whispers. I can see that she’s been upset for a while.  

“Leia, are you ok?” 

She shakes her head. “No. Just a lot of things, I guess.” She drops a hand to her belly and that’s when I noticed. She’s showing.  

“I’m sorry sweetheart.”  

A flash of heartbreak crossed her beautiful eyes. “Don’t call me that. Just call me Princess, ok?” 

“Ok.  So, my Princess has her belly now, huh?” I smile as I reach out my hand, wanting to distract her. “May I?” 

She gives a small smile.  “Yeah. I don’t feel them yet, but it feels weird.”  

I touch her belly with reverence. She's growing a life in there and soon, we’ll know what it is. “Hello, little one.” I sit there, hoping to feel something but all I feel is a tremble. I look up to see tears streaming down my Leia’s face. “Leia?” 

“He told me he would be there. That he cared.” She took a shuddering breath. “Umm... Jeremy and I are no longer seeing each other.  Apparently, I was wrong that he wanted a relationship with me.” The last words came out in a sob as she leaned forward into my chest. “He slept with someone else and told me that he couldn’t be a father and that I was ruining his reputation. I wasn’t worth it,” she cries, and I held her tight to me.  

I am raging. I am seeing red. I knew this fucker would hurt her and yet, he did so much worst.  

He broke her. 

I rock her as she cries, running my hands over her back and just letting her cry. I’m dreaming of the different ways I will be detaching Swayman’s head from his body. He knew the risks of seeing Leia and he was still his cocky asshole self in the end. As I feel her calm, I press my lips to her head. “I’ve got you Princess, I’ve always got you.”  

“Why won’t they love me, Andy? What did I do for them to hate me?” She thinks it's her. That the choices of these douchebags not choosing her at the end is her fault.  

“They don’t see the best parts of you, Leia. If they don’t see it, they don’t deserve you. You are a strong, independent, kick-ass social media manger, businesswoman, sister, daughter and friend.  And one day, someone will see all of it and not be stupid and make you theirs.” I cup her cheek, so she looks at me. “You deserve to be treated like a queen. Don’t settle for less.”  

A small smile graces her beautiful lips. “Thank you, Andy.” She wiped her cheeks. “I’m going to concentrate on my baby and my business. I don’t need a man to do those things. I just need you and Luke and Stella and Miranda and I don’t need anyone else.”  

I gave her a smile, even though it hurt a little. She still needed me but not as a lover. But it’s ok, because as long as I have her in my life, I don’t need anything else.  “C’mon, Warrior Princess, let’s get a snack and then its bedtime.” I got up and gave her my hand.  

“Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?” She turned those big green eyes on me, and I’m doomed.  

“Anytime you want Princess.”  

She’s back and she’s talking to me again. It's a win. I’ll take it and tomorrow I’ll deal with the raging heat that’s simmering below.  

Leia woke up and made breakfast and it's like she never left.  She’s quiet but not as despondent as she was last night. “You ok, Princess?” 

“No, but I will be,” she said as she speared a piece of fruit.  

I sighed.  “You have an appointment coming up. Is it an ultrasound? Do you still want me to go?” 

This perks her up a bit. “Yeah, they might be able to tell what the baby is.”  

“Have a preference?” I took a sip of coffee with a smile.  I loved her excitement when it came to the baby.  

“No, healthy is good.  I just want to plan the room and names and stuff.” She looked down at her phone and let out a soft curse. “I’m sorry Andy, I totally forgot I have a meeting with a potential new client. It's a finance company, so new challenge.” 

“Go, I’ll clean up here. I have practice and a meeting with my agent but after, wanna grab a late lunch?” 

“Sure!” She ran out of the room and up the stairs. 

I grimaced but was happy she wouldn’t be at practice. I had a goalie to confront.  

As team captain, I have to set an example to the rest of the team. I fight for them on the ice with the refs and I am their shoulder to lean on off the ice. I take this very seriously. I will protect all of my team, from the players, to the trainers and our support staff.  I want to be that person my team relies on.  

Today, however, I think I might become the one they fear.  

I had told Coach that I was running late because of an appointment with Leia. I needed to take a moment to remind myself that murder is bad. But blowing up Swayman’s world would be a nice consolation prize.  

Everyone was already on the ice, shooting the breeze while Coach got prepared.  I stretched and dressed. Luke was waiting for me at the end of the hallway. “Everything good, bro?” 

“Everything is fine,” I growl out.  I grabbed my twig and start skating around.  Luke pulls up next to me.  

“Andy, what is it?” I keep skating, not wanting to lose it on my best friend. He’s going to be pissed. I keep my head down just as I pass the net when I hear, “yeah, she was banging.”  

Swayman. 

I come to a complete stop and look at him.  “Who was banging?” 

Jeremy has a flash of uncertainty cross in his eyes before he smiles again.  “This chick I hooked up with. She was wild in the sack last night.”  

“Oh,” I kept my face neutral. “This is after you dumped Leia and after you cheated on her, right? Nice.”  

I swear every single skate stopped to stare at the standoff between me and Swayman.  I actually think I managed to shut Luke up the longest.  

“Leia and I weren't a couple. We dated but we weren’t exclusive,” Jeremy defended himself.  

“Oh, so telling her that you would be there for her, be with her for the baby, acting like her boyfriend but really what was your motive? Screw her and then dump her? She is one of us!” A collective intake of breath happens.  

“Jeremy, tell me that isn’t true?” Linus Ullmark says.  

“It's not only true but I had Leia sobbing all night because of this asshat,” pointing at Swayman. 

“Why the fuck do you care, Barber? I had bigger balls than you to ask her out and date her. She was asking to be fucked, acting like a slut.  She was ready to give me everything and then she dropped the truth bomb that she’s pregnant! She is a whore, wanting to sleep with someone else when she has a baby daddy. At least I didn’t fuck her, you should be thankful for that. You won’t have to deal with my sloppy seconds. Or thirds, I guess,” he said with a smirk.  

I tried to lunge at him, but a couple of the guys stopped me.  

No one saw Luke.  

He put everything into that punch. Jeremy dropped to the ice as more guys work to stop Luke from pummeling his ass into the ground. “You fucking asshole!  That’s my baby sister you are messing with!” Luke screams. He’s thrashing in the arms of our defensemen while Linus is helping Jeremy up. Swayman’s got a bloody nose and a split lip.   

“Fuck you, Andrews.  You told me I could go for it. Blame your-fucking-self!” He tries to go for Luke but Ullmark and my other assistant captain, Marchand, hold him back.  

“That’s enough!” The coach walks over to us. “Swayman, go to the trainer's room and get cleaned up.  Andrews,” he looks him up and down, “meet me in my office after practice. Barber, you too.”  

Like I said, I’ll do anything to protect my team. But not when a teammate is a detriment to the rest of us.  

Coach is furious when we walk into his office after practice. Jeremy never made it back to practice and I worry that Luke is about to be suspended for it. He’s holding an ice pack to his knuckles; they’re already turning black and blue.  Coach looks at us and then at the chairs in front of his desk. We take that as the order to sit and do it. “I don’t even know what to say.” He glares at us. I think he is trying to dare us into speaking, but I am no fool. Doing that would be suicide.  

The door opens and one of the trainers pokes his head in. “Sorry coach, you wanted to know...” 

“Yeah?” Coach continues to glare at us.  

“It’s not broken but bruised pretty good. At least one,” doc said.  

“Thanks.” The trainer closed the door and Coach sighed. “You two are both very lucky. Because I was about to bench your asses for however long he would be out.”  

Luke starts, “but Coach...” I grab his arm and shake my head.  

“I want a reason why my captains are fighting with their goalie. Barber, this is your team and you’re starting fights?” 

“Sir, I didn’t start the fight.  I started an argument,” I replied in a steady tone. “Whether or not I was ready to throw down is up for debate.” I keep my eyes with his.  

“I want to know the reason,” he seethes.  

I look at Luke, who nods.  I sigh. “Swayman made a couple of comments about Andrews’s sister. I took offense to them because she is one of my best friends.  He then made a derogatory remark about her. That’s when my teammates stopped me but neglected to account for Luke.” 

“Derogatory how?”  

I forgot that Coach has daughters. “I’d rather not repeat it.  You can ask him if you’d like to, but I refuse to say it.”  

Coach sighs and sits down. This feels like sixth grade all over again when Luke and I got hauled to the principal’s office for fighting. I mean, Tommy Deroux had it coming after pushing Leia to the ground in the playground. The suspension was worth it when he had to apologize to her in front of the whole school. “I really don’t know how to handle this. I get it, she’s your sister, but they are also adults, and they made their choices.” 

“Sir, you didn’t have your sister or best friend sobbing in your arms last night.  It took everything to come in and not start something right away. I was going to let it go because you’re right.  They made this decision to date together.  But I protect everyone on this team, whether their job is on the ice or not.  I will not let the disrespect that happened to another employee go unaddressed.” 

Coach looks at me warily. Then at Luke.  “One game, Andrews. You sit for one game for throwing the punch.  What happens outside of my arena is not my problem.  Now get out of my office.”  

I stood up with Luke and went back to the locker room. We grab our stuff to change since we just dressed in sweats after we showered. “One fucking game,” Luke says.  

“You’re lucky it's not more.” I pulled on my hoodie. “There was a reason I didn’t say anything before practice.” I grabbed my wallet and keys. “She was heartbroken last night.”  

“But that’s my sister, man.”  

“And I have to think about what’s best for the team. You got your hit in, let it go.” I turned around and felt my balls retreat into my body. Luke turned at my silence and froze.  

Leia glared at us. “Wanna explain to me why Marchand is calling me and letting me know that my brother threw a punch at practice?” 

Oh shit. 

Can I just comment here that Leia has her mom look down? 

“Princess...” she raised her hand up to stop me and never took her eyes off of Luke.  I feared for my best friend, and I took a step back.  

“Lucas Michael Andrews, what the fuck are you thinking?” 

“Cubby, listen...” he looked at me but I looked down. He sighed. “Swayman crossed the line at practice, and you can’t expect me to not defend your honor.”  

Leia had a horrified look on her face. “What was he saying?”  

I jump in. “Nothing Princess. It's been handled and I want you to put it out of your mind, ok?” I pulled her into my arms for a hug. “I promise, it's been handled, and Coach gave the punishments and life here will go back to normal.”  

Whatever that looks like.  

NEXT

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xxxv.c: The Red, “we gotta kick their asses before we can even hope to kick his ass.” Well great … *sigh* seems hopeless from where we are. “kind of is not gonna lie to yah … but if we don't kick fuckin rocks out here and oh I don't know, find some more shards to absorb, we can maybe boost our potential winning percentage a good bit.” Easier said then done … I can't think of one to find that'd help us, nor where they'd even be anymore, we'd have to dedicate a lot of time and resources to find even one … and then to yeah what, raise our chances of living from zero percent to a solid one percent! … fuckin killer odds. “Well now … didn't know you absorbed the fuckin pessimistic shard sheesh. Get a grip! … you have no other options here, so you’re gonna have to just suck it up and move forward … the fuck else are you to do anyways?” *sigh* suppose you’re right, can’t argue that … just wish it was different is all, as always. I come across a familiar bridge … the one I was tossed off of … my fate broken burial ground … I lean on the railing putting my hands over/atop it, peering over and down at where I landed and laid … in so much pain. “Ahh … come to relive our ill-fated reconnection?” not exactly … “Aww, don’t sound so down now … That was the best thing to ever happen to us! Or well … maybe me … but you’ll come to see what I bring to the table is life-changing” … yeah … here’s to hoping. I leaned back off, and started walking back towards New Salem. “If you’re really that upset about the whole thing, why don’t you just think of what would have happened if I didn’t show up! … would have been … well death, now wouldn’t it have been?” *sigh* I don’t care about you and me … connecting … eeehick, don’t even wanna think about it. “You mean our Frenchy?” STOP!! “Hahahaaa, yeah yeah … then what then?” suppose it doesn’t matter anymore, although it does *scoff* forget it dude, I don’t wanna talk about it. “Jeeze … and I thought I was a closed-off rock” … … … I make my way through the gates of New Salem and down to The Vipers Den … I didn’t really plan on showing so soon … but … whilst out and about, I suppose no better time than now, fuck me. I opened the door and walked into the main room, walked into the kitchen, and sat down at the booth. I sat there in silence … thinking … Alzon wanted me dead, and for sure knows that didn’t work … He has gotten somewhat careless with all his activity for sure, but he is ramping up regardless, especially working with MS13 and getting the guns and the money and … *sigh* he will slip, I just need to be there when he does, fucking crush his throat while he’s down and watch as his fuckin empire crumble to dust, eliminating my nightmares and watching my back for the rest of my life forever, then there is K … we start at the bottom and work up I suppose … No … we gotta take on more than that, big companies like that don’t give a shit about little hits that we could do, they thrive while losing millions paying half-assed politicians just to vote for bills that will gross them billions … *sigh* why are we even doing this! I said while burying my head into my hands leaning my head back against the top of the booth's cushion backrest. I dropped my hands and looked forward … and then “Howdy there” AHHH!!!! [To Be Continued]

[helpinghanikan]

Kinktober 2022 (day 3)

Day 3 anal (Loki)

Loki tends to treat you like a prized possession. To a being like him that’s essentially what you were, so he would treat you gently and with absolute care. Holding your hand lightly, brushing your hair away for better access to your throat and neck, kisses are chaste until you demand it harder. Even then don’t expect a lot of teeth. That’s only for marking and sucking for the rest of the world to know who you belong to.

He uses an even softer touch when it comes to anal. Taking his time, seemingly forever, to warm you to his touch. Kissing away your moans as he enters a finger, and then two. Smiling that lovely smile when he spreads his fingers and feels you react against him.

“Loki, Dear, I’m ready.” You had said sweetly from over his lap.

He hadn’t properly responded. Only making a humming from his throat. If anything, your determination only made him go slower. Three fingers in and it’s an eternity before he does anything other than wiggle them.

When you look back to glare he smiles like the devil he is. Doing everything slowly, careful, so you are the one to beg him to continue. Best part about the entire thing is how his face changes when you prove that begging isn’t on the menu.

“Come here,” you demand, rolling from his lap before he could even think about stopping you.

He blinks in surprised. As if it’s impossible for some mortal to dare and defy him. That you turned around, on all fours, and practically flared back him made no real difference. You wanted one thing, and by Odin you were going to get it.

“You love this, don’t you?” Loki says as he comes up behind you. His hands, still messy from lubricant and your first orgasm, slides from your hips to breasts. Squeezing and and appreciating the soft and firm skin while he whispers in your ear. “Testing me. Teasing me to get what you want?”

How could you not smile? “You make it so easy.”

He pinches your nipples with both hands. Not enough to be painful but enough to demand your attention. “You should always be careful what you wish for, my Dear.”

His threat means nothing. His penetration just as slow, as gentle, and as absolutely frustrating as his fingers had been. Nonetheless you gasp when his head finds its home in your ass. Not exactly unpleasant but it’s an odd feeling. One that doesn’t last long until Loki is pushing further. Dragging his lips over your spine and into your hair as he goes further.

“You smell wonderful,” he moans, bottoming out against you.

This happens every time you go the back door route. Loki taking his time, even when balls deep, and commenting all the way. Maybe a gag on him wouldn’t be so bad…

“So soft. I swear, it’s impossible to find a mortal who can fill my tastes.” He’s moving your hair away from your right ear. Giving him ample space to brush the shell with his lips. “I’m keeping you. You perfect woman, forever and ever.”

He had said this before. Many times. While in your mouth, your pussy, and now in your ass. He’s said this so many time it’s officially a marriage proposal at this point.

But that’s something to talk about later. For now you just need this God of dickheadness to move.

Pushing back against him gives him the hint. As he begins to slowly rock forward as you go back. Moans and sighs of appreciation soon drowned out by wet smacking and desperate breathing. Loki so entranced by the siren’s song of your skin hitting his that he doesn’t think about your clit or anything else.

So you are forced out to take the matter into your own hands. A balancing act on one hand is hard to do. Especially when the bed is nothing but decorated cushioning. More pillows than you could count and a mattress big enough to fit five others. It was all really too much; just like your senses when you start the gentle circling of your clit.

“Love you,” he says so sharply it’s like a bite. “Love you, so fucking much.”

It’s building faster than you expected. Maybe you’re just particularly sensitive today. Or maybe it’s because Loki is finally surrendering to his primal wants. Either way the pleasure and pressure has reached your throat.

The urge to cry and scream your orgasm is there but is interrupted by Loki’s hand on your throat. Although he is gentle it’s still a move that rips the air from your lungs. Tilting your head upwards at a awkward angle. A kiss through your orgasm being the reward.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

How Do You Do

Word Count: 1.4k

Genre: smut

Summary: Chan is the thottie life guard at your beach that’s been trying to het into your pants since forever but hasn’t exactly earned it. 

“It’s the big event today.” Chan’s voice rings out from over the counter, and you get up from trying to look for a certain bottle of liquor to look at him. ”Will you cheer me on, babe?”

“Depends.” You smirk, pushing your arms against the counter, the action emphasizing your breasts in the bikini top you are wearing and drawing Chan’s attention to your cleavage.  “Only if you put on a good show for me.”

You know he will. He’s always trying to impress you. It’s kinda adorable. And despite his bravado, he blushes at your words and mumbles, “I always put on a show for you.”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing!” He yelps, and thrusts a bottle of sunscreen in your hands. You look at him quizzically and he regains his cocky facade. “Help me put the sunscreen on. I don’t want to get sun burned while I’m rocking your world.”

You roll your eyes, “Alright, come back here, handsome.”

Chan obeys, dimples on full display. You stand behind him, squeezing some sunscreen on your hand before smearing it on his shoulder blades. Running your hands along his shoulders and down his bulging arms, you have to admit, the boy is ripped.

As if he can hear what you’re thinking, he says, “You’re focusing so much on my arms, baby. You like my muscles?”

“I do.” You don’t miss a beat, massaging said arms. “Hmm, what a big boy.”

You can’t see his face but you can see the way his ears turn red and you know you’ve successfully flustered him. Satisfied, you let your arms drop to his pecs where you “accidentally” brush your fingers over his nipples and get rewarded with the whimper he clearly tries to hold in. 

For good measure, you sweep over his nipples again, this time eliciting a weak moan from him, before your hands move to his lower abdomen, rubbing the cream in circles and feeling his abs clench under you. 

You know he’s getting turned on, and just for fun, you breathe against his ear as you swirl your fingers just over the waistband of his shorts. Chan shivers and tries to pull away. 

“Okay, t-thank you.” He stutters, moving away but you pull him back against your chest. “I haven’t done your legs yet, baby.” 

“That’s okay. I’ll do them myself.” He struggles to say, but you immediately shut him down. 

“Nonsense.” You say firmly, “Turn around, Channie.” 

He hesitates before obeying, a grimace on his face as he turns around, flustered and taking sneaky glances at you. You don’t even acknowledge the tent in his shorts. Instead, you squirt more sunscreen onto your palm and get on your knees. 

“W-what are you doing?!” Chan yelps, but you just wrap your hands around his calves and work the sunscreen into his skin, making your way up his legs silently, focused. By the time you reach his thighs, he’s panting and his dick is straining against his shorts, almost as if it’s trying to reach your mouth that was just in front of it. Slipping your hands just under the legs of his shorts, you look up at him. His breath hitches as he holds your gaze for a second before you break it and stand up. 

“There. All done.” 

Chan’s knees almost give way and he stares at you in shock. “But---”

“The competition is going to start soon.  Run along now, baby boy. You have some impressing to do.” 

You laugh to yourself as you watch Chan limp to the men’s room.

____________

And boy did he impress. He won all the competitions he participated in. 

Naturally, he was strutting towards you by the end of the day, confident and waiting for you to fawn over him. 

“Look, baby girl. I won.” He puffs his chest out, displaying his trophies for you. 

“You sure did.” You smirk, and he frowns at your lack of fawning. “Don’t I get a reward?”

"What about all those trophies?"

He pouts, setting them on the bar and coming around to you even though he wasn't allowed to do that. "I meant a reward from you."

You cock your head to the side and move close to him, pressing your body against his. “Yeah, like what?”

He pauses for a second, flushing at your closeness, before saying, “A kiss would be nice.” 

You laugh, brushing his hair back. “You’re cute.” 

Chan frowns. “I’m not cute. I’m sexy.” He complains, voice slurring. “When will you take me seriously?”

“Maybe when you stop ordering tons of drinks from me just so you’d have the chance to talk to me.” You say and he whines. “So you know I like you! Why are you playing so hard to get then?”

“Because baby,” You purr, brushing your nose against his. You push him against the counter and place your knee between his legs, pressing your thigh against his dick. “You don’t impress me the slightest bit. I eat boys like you for breakfast.” 

“What do I have to do?” He whimpers, using the chance to grind against your thigh. “I’ll do anything for you.” 

“I know you will.” You kiss along his jaw and down his neck, making him buck harder against your thigh. “I could suck you so good, you wouldn’t have anything else to give another woman. I could edge you so long you’d cum on command. I could fuck you so good, you won’t be able to get your pretty dick off without my pussy again.” 

You bite down on his neck, making him groan and throw his head back in ecstasy. 

“But I won’t. You wanna know why?”

He lets out a weak sad moan, shaking his head at your question and desperately waiting for you to explain. 

“Because you haven’t earned it.”

“How do I earn it?” He says right away, breathless and needy. 

“Prove that you’re more than just a pretty face and show me that you can handle what I have to give.” You explain, running your fingers around his nipple oh-so-slow. “Start by giving yourself a ruined orgasm. If you can handle doing that without trying to save it, then maybe I’ll touch you.” 

______________________

He tries. He tries so much but he always fails, jerking himself off just as he pushes himself over the edge, unable to take the pain that comes with cumming untouched. 

Weeks pass by, and you feel disappointed. You really thought Chan could do it. But maybe he figured it would be easier to get a girl that would let him fuck her without any ifs or buts, and he had no shortage of that. He’s gorgeous for fuck’s sake. So yeah, you’re disappointed. You shouldn’t have put so much faith in a fuckboy like him. 

But then he surprises you. 

You had just participated in a wet t-shirt contest, not really taking into consideration if Chan will watch you or not. You figured he had already given up on you. But he shows up, standing in the audience and never taking his eyes off of you, not even sparing a glance to the other girls. You can feel his gaze eat your body up as the water turns your white shirt transparent and makes it stick to your braless tits, highlighting your nipples that pebble in the cold and seem to be the focus of Chan's transfixation.

By the time you step off the stage, he had dissapeared from the audience. But you don't have to wait long to know where he went as you promptly receive a message from him. It’s a video of him in what you recognize to be the lifeguard changing rooms. You can see him wearing the navy blue swim shorts he was wearing this morning, and right in the middle is his outlined and very hard dick straining against the material. You see his veiny hands twist around the top of it, giving him stimulation that nearly pushes him over the edge as it is. But he stops before it gets anywhere. 

Placing his hands on either side of his shorts, he alternatively tugs on them, moving the material over his hard dick. "Ah hurts baby…” He cries out as if you could hear him, “So sensitive… ahh AHHH…" 

You rub your thighs together at the scene in front of you. Watching Chan squirm and try to not touch his dick is hotter than you ever imagined. 

"Am I doing good?” He breathes out wantonly, and you can see his dick twitching behind his shorts. “Is this making you wet baby? Please tell me this is making you wet because I'm going crazy. Need you to like this."

You do like it. You like it so much. 

“You looked so good up there. Wanted to push you down and cum all over your tits so everyone will know that you’re mine. Hated how they were all gawking at my girl…”

It doesn’t take Chan long to cum, he was already so riled up by watching the white shirt you were wearing do nothing to conceal your hard, perked nipples under it. He wanted to so bad to fuck your tits and cum on your face, but he knew he had to earn it. So that’s what he was doing, putting on a good show for you so you’d let him fuck you.

You see his dick twitch before the white cum seeps through his shorts, making a mess and making you wish he was there so you could jump on him and ride his dick until he cries from overstimulation. 

You know he’ll take it well too. He’s been waiting so long for it. 

Opening up the chat, you type in a message. 

“Stay where you are, pup.”

___________

[sweetsbfreex]

a styles vacation to Hawaii

Summary: a little continuation of this family. The styles take a vacation to Hawaii with mild bumps in the road. 

a/n: no warnings, but harry is not famous in this. I’ve never been to Hawaii and do not much of the hawaiian attire/culture, i just did research and put what i found. If there’s any misconceptions or if i’ve offended anyone by accident pls lmk!

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Harry

“Honey, you have to let go so we’re not late for the plane” Harry grunts, trying to stealthily pull Ava away from her hold on Milo. 

“No! We can’t leave Mimi” she cries out, cuddling her face into the pup’s fur even more. 

“Mimi has to stay with nan, honey” From his tone you can tell he’s losing patience.

It’s a definite eyesore. The whole situation takes place on your mother's porch. You were all meant to say your goodbyes before the three of you–– no Milo–– go off on a small vacation to Hawaii. 

Ava is holding on to the australian shepherd, not letting up one bit. You would think she glued herself onto him without anyone knowing, with how she latched on.

Milo in front of your mother's feet, enjoying what he thinks is a hug it seems. Only letting out long whines when Ava's sobs get out of control.

Harry is standing behind Ava, bent at the wait trying to pry her off her best friend.

You're crouched beside her, a hand on her back, trying to convince her to let go.

Ava's poor grandmother stands in the doorway. A look of agony on her face as she watches it all go down.

The–– now three year old–– has been throwing a hissy fit in the car, holding onto Milo's paw. Ever since Harry informed her how they were going to her nan's house to drop off Milo and then hurry to the plane. She saw the news like a terrible taste in her mouth, while she stared at you both in the rearview mirror eyes widened. 

You know how much the two love each other, but you didn't expect her to throw a fit like this.

“Ava I know you’re upset but, you gotta let go honey so Mimi can have fun with grandma. Don’t you want to go on the airplane, hm? Weren’t you excited about it?” You ask her, beginning to unclasp one hand and go for the other, trying to bring into your arms.

But with quickness, she remembered the only way she would be able to go on this vacation. Without Milo, she wraps her arms around Milo again. 

“Baby, Milo has to stay. Dog’s aren’t allowed in Hawaii” At this moment, Harry is willing to try anything.

“They’re not?” she asks, tilting her head back a little to see her father’s face. 

“Nope, Milo won’t have fun there. He’ll have more fun with Nana” he tells her, bringing his thumbs down to wipe away the tears. 

“...I wanna stay with Mimi!” 

Milo doesn’t eject this idea, letting his chin rest on her small shoulder. You and Harry huff in frustration, glancing at each other. Your mother...well she’s had enough of whatever foolishness you and H are pulling right now. 

“Okay enough of this” your mother starts, gaining everyone’s attention. “Ava, honeybee, Tell Milo and your grandma see you later and let go of him so you can have fun on your trip with your parents.” She says this with a stern, yet loving tone. Down to business and nothing else. 

“Yes nana” she mumbles, placing a few kisses to Milo’s cheek and glides to your mom. 

You and Harry look at each other in an instant, eyes wide at the way your mother fixed the problem in less than a minute. A mutual look of what the fuck, as in the what the fuck were you possibly doing wrong. 

“Thanks mum.” Harry says sheepish, looking at the calming little one swaying in your mother’s arms.  

“Yeah thanks mom” you say, standing up straight.

“No problem, Now get going, before she fusses again”

You all exchange your see you laters. Ava has yet another sweet moment with Milo. While Harry tells her she won't be staying in Hawaii forever and Milo won't stay with Nana forever. As you're driving away you all wave at the two, Ava yelling to Milo.

“Bye Mimi! See you soon! Don’t chase a squirrel when I’m gone!” She yells out the window, her arm waving in the wind. 

You and Harry share a chuckle. Despite what she may think, Milo has never chased a squirrel in his life. She's watched it once on a cartoon and it somehow filled her heard with the imaginary scenario. 

When both her grandmother and bestfriend are out of sight, she turns her head to the other window. A solemn look on her face, looking out the window like the Kermit the Frog meme. 

You play the Frozen 2 soundtrack for the less pouty girl behind you. But when you don't hear the shrill sound of her singing, you look behind you to see an upset look upon her cherub face. 

Her bottom lip is juts out, her hands fisted and arms crossed. 

“You okay?” you ask her, turning in your seat to cradle her knee. 

She’s dressed cutesy in a matching sweat set and a cute beanie rested over her plaits. 

“No. I’m upset and I wanna yell” she looks at you, resting her case, before she turns her head back to its original spot. 

Harry peeks at the interaction through the rear view mirror; an eyebrow quirked. One hand on the wheel while the other takes its natural spot in your lap, your fingers tangled with his. 

“Why are you upset?” you ask. 

“Because…” she groans, trying to figure out her ‘big feelings’. “You left Mimi and now he’ll hate me” 

“He won’t hate you, you’re his favorite person” 

“You guys don’t love me either!” She whines, glaring out the window. Wigging in her spot, causing your hand to fall from her knee. 

“That’s not true! We love you” you exclaim, in a loving manner. 

“Then get Mimi” 

“Mimi is staying with grandma Ava, enough.” Harry’s voice catches her attention immediately. “ It's okay to be upset but Hawaii doesn’t accept dogs, remember?” 

She only huffs, dropping her hands from her chest. 

“Can you play the when I am older song, please mommy?” she almost whispers.

You accept her request, turning so you’re seated right. Playing the song and hearing her sing eases your glazed stare a bit. Releasing a breath and closing your eyes as you rest your head against the window adds a bit to your release. 

Harry raises the entangled hands away from your lap, placing an adored kiss to the back of your hand. Sending a quick questioning look your way. 

“I’m fine” you send back, in a smile. No mother wants to hear those words.

He can’t do much with him driving and with Ava in the car. So he places a kiss to the back of your hand once more, and extends his hand so he caresses the back of your neck. 

“You’re doing a great job, stop being so hard on yourself” he encourages.

If your mom was here she’d give you a tip or two on how you and Harry are too soft on Ava. You couldn’t help leaving all the disciplining to Harry, you probably were definitely too soft on her at times.  

-

Through all the pouting, belting of kid songs, and Harry's annoying jokes and teasing. Five hours later you've made it to the resort. 

At the moment, Harry was checking you both in while you and Ava looked around the gift shop. When you feel someone’s arm come around your shoulder, you jump. But the feeling of his cold rings and brings you down. 

“Scared me, don’t do that” a breath of relief follows as you tilt your head back onto his shoulder. He gets the memo immediately, leaning down for a peck to the lips. 

“Made a friend in the lobby.” He tells you like nothing. Eyes shifting at his little girl looking through the stuffed animals and keychains.  

“Are you okay?” you ask in disbelief. 

“What?” he laughs, one eyebrow perched.

“Like in the head”

“I’m not following…”

“Why are you so good at making friends with strangers this easily? Seriously.” 

He laughs you off like it’s nothing, but it’s uncomic. You wish you could blame it on being shy, but compared to Harry it was not that easy for you to chat up strangers enough that you become acquaintances. 

Your husband could make friends with a duck if he wanted to. Everywhere you went. Whether in the ice cream shop a few miles away at home or the park where you took Ava all the time .He was always chatting with someone, in the end pulling you in. 

He only laughs it off, beyond doubt enjoying the look on your face. “We agreed to save each other a seat at the Luau tonight, for whoever gets there first. Talked to the husband actually, but you’ll see”

“You’re insane” you tease him.

“Can I have this?” A teal, stuffed sea turtle is thrusts in the direction of you and Harry. 

“How do we ask nicely” you say. 

“Can I get this?” she smiles, a smile so sweet, your tooth hurts from looking at it. She’s the most adorable thing and knows exactly how to use it to her advantage. 

“My sweet little baby.” Harry crooned, advancing to her, lifting her into his tattooed arms. Placing a series of kisses to her plump cheeks. She giggles, never wanting the affection to stop. “You can have it,” he tells her. “Let’s go to the till.”

“Harry you didn’t even check the price” you chimed in. 

“Shh. We’re having a moment” he acknowledged. He outstretches his arm, so his palm meets your face gently. You laugh into it, before you smack his wrist away, then placing a light kiss to his wrist when he whines.  

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It’s some hours later. You’re all getting ready for the hotel’s hosted dinner/Luau tonight. The three of you took a two and a half hour nap. 

You were touching up your light makeup while Harry got Ava ready. He lost two rounds of rock-paper-scissors and now must deal with the havoc that is dressing Ava. 

“Baby, get the trousers mommy picked out for you” you Harey him tell Ava. 

“Trousers?” She says the word with confusion, “Don’t have trousers babe? That’s a silly word.” 

Then you hear the raspy laugh of Harry. 

“Your pants, get your pants and your top too” 

Not even a minute later do you hear Harry asking her to stop wiggling around. 

Harry walks in the bathroom, a giggling Ava sat on his hip. 

Harry adores a very laid back...dad look you could say. The back of the white wife beater he’s wearing get’s covered by a black button up shirt with flamingos patterned all over it. He’s also wearing  a pair of shorts and his favorite vans. 

Ava’s tucked into a set. a cami top with matching flared pants and sunflowers ornamented the black fabric. 

“Oooh look at mumma, beautiful huh?” he asks Ava, extending one hand towards you, once you clasp your hands in his, he spins you letting his eyes sink in.

“Yeah!”

“Thank you both” you smile as Harry tugs you in for a swift kiss. 

You had picked out an angelic, ivory crochet set. The top you’re wearing shows off your midriff and the long, flowy skirt matches with beautiful lace detailing. 

You turn to Ava to give her a kiss on her cheek. “You look so handsome.” you tell Harry, letting your hand run through his hair. “And you look so adorable, you like your outfit?” taking her from Harry’s hands. 

“Yeah, I like the flowers–– Can I have some too?” she points to the plethora of makeup products spread over the bathroom counter. 

Looking over at Harry for his confirmation, he nods. You take the brush running it over the blush, before brushing it over her chubby cheeks and her nose.

“Tickles,” she laughs, pushing your hand away. 

“Are you ladies ready to go?” 

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“Wow! Look the fires!” She points at the lines of tiki torches submerged into the sand, jumping as she sits on your hip. 

The layout is stunning. There’s a stage for the performance, round tables spread out everywhere across the beach, and a buffet in the back. 

Most of the tables are already filled, albeit the show was to start in like twenty minutes. 

“There they are, over there” Harry indicated, his hand waving back at a family of four. 

With Harry’s hand settled on your back, he weaved the three of you to the table. 

“Hey Shawn.” Harry greeted, their hands clasped together as they brought each other in, clapping each other on the back. 

Shawn was a tall man, a few inches taller than Harry, and very built. He had amazing brown skin, clear like a mirror, and was bald––which he pulled off effortlessly. 

“This is my wife, y/n and my daughter Ava” he smiled at the two of you, while you shook hands with Shawn and asked Ava to say a hello. Which she did, like bursting a ball of energy as put her hands out for a handshake like she watched her parents do. It caused a laugh out of everyone. She didn’t know why they were laughing at her, but she enjoyed the attention. 

“This is my wife Avni” you hugged, as close as you could, with a petite, expecting Indian woman. She was radiant as she smiled at you and Harry. “These are my kids Grey and Aster” you shook hands with them both. 

Grey looked about Ava’s age, bouncy coils moving as he bobbed up and down in his seat. His sister, who looked in her tweens, sported the same hair texture. Aster more silent of the two sent her greetings kindly. 

“And the third is still cooking in here” he laughed, setting his hands down on Avni’s early protruding belly. 

With that joke, you understand exactly how the two of them got to know each other, as Harry joined in with his laugh. The wives chuckled amongst themselves. 

“How far along are you?” you solicited.

“Three and a half months” Avni smiled proudly, rubbing both hands around her belly. 

You cooed, “It’s amazing, you’re literally glowing. You're making me miss being pregnant” you joke. 

“Okay! Enough of that. One little devil is enough.” Harry tickles your side, as a result you jab his side with your elbow gently, as he grins down at you. “We’re gonna go get some food,” he informs the couple.

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Now everyone’s sitting around the table anticipating for the show to start. Conversation running pretty smoothly. The four of you were even able to make a few plans for the week you are here for. You had gotten a high chair for Ava to sit and eat in, but she wasn’t having it. Failing around while reaching for you.

 In result, she’s now sitting in your lap, bouncing side to side. Munching on her French fries, chicken, and sipping on her pineapple juice. 

“Taste good?” Harry asks his toddler. 

“Mhm” she hums, shoving her thumb into his face. 

“I can tell” he chuckles, extending a napkin to wipe her face clean. 

You tilt your head down closer to hers, to see sauce around her mouth, some of it on her cheek even. 

“Daddy.”

“Hm, baby?”

“Mimi would like this, he loves the chicken mommy gives me” 

“You give Mimi your chicken?”

“No”

You both laugh it off, not seeing the point in correcting her. 

“Who’s Mimi”

“Mimi is our dog, he's big and he can talk!” Ava answered, her voice ringing with excitement. 

“Dog’s can’t talk!” The high-pitched voice of Grey argued, eye brows pitched together. 

“That’s a fib, Mimi talks to me all the time!” she defended. 

Thankfully,  the show was beginning, two young women and four young men came out on stage. Dressed in their traditional Hula attire. 

You and Avni shared a grateful smile, knowing neither of you would know how to suppress their little spiff. 

The dance is mesmerizing and it was nice with the sun almost setting as a background. Light hues of orange shaded the sea as the night took over the rest.  Everyone watched in awh, clapping when it was appropriate. The women’s skirt flowed amongst the air like water.  

Harry’s arm propps on the back of your chair. During the performance you feel his fingers run against the back of your neck. 

You turn your head towards, trying not to disturb the entranced little girl on your lap. “What?” you mouth. 

“It’s beautiful” he whispers to you. 

“I know” you tell him, smiling when he rolls his eyes at you. 

At some point in the show, the original dancers plus a few more stepped off the stage. An array of Lei’s on their arms, watching as they put Leis around their chosen person’s neck. During this time a woman walks behind Harry, setting one around his neck. 

You laugh at the shocked look on his face and the way he fixes his posture. She places a grip onto his arm, making him stand up so she could guide her to the rest of the others. Avni gets chosen too. 

The smile on your face makes your face hurt as you watch Harry “dance” up there. The man definitely didn’t have the bet rhythm but he’s having fun and you loved that. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!...” Ava cheered on her father, clapping her hands. Harry looks towards her, waving. She gets even more excited chanting his title louder. 

She's Not interrupting anything, you’re surprised he heard her in the first place. But also not, she always knew how to project her voice when needed. 

A little over a minute goes by when Ava raises her hand and keeps it up there until you’re able to flag down someone for a lei, which you both get. The both of you walk up to Harry and you set Ava on the ground. 

A slight circle forms as you three hold hands together. Just swaying. Sometimes letting go because Harry wanted to spin the two of you. It’s a beautiful image, you're sure. All the glee you could hold in your body transpires in the way you danced with them. 

When you’re walking back to your hotel room, your arms are hooked with Harry’s and your head rests on his shoulder. An almost asleep Ava in his arm. He stops to bring his free hand around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Thank you for giving me this, I love you” he whispers against your lips. 

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Last night, after the dinner and the Hula, Ava had facetimed Nana. To be honest, she had wanted to say a goodnight to Milo, but talking to her grandmother was always a plus. She was still dressed in her outfit, you and Harry getting ready for the night, so you could then focus on her. 

She sat up against the headboard, Your giant phone–– compared to her hands–– held in her tiny ones.  You were looking through her duffle bag for her pyjamas when you heard…

“Look Mimi, I saved you chicken”, her small teeth bared, holding up a piece of her chicken from dinner. Your phone is now being propped up against a pillow. 

You looked up to watch her pull a piece of chicken from her...pant pocket. 

That was the point you reavulated yourself as a parent and had to think about what kind of kid you and Harry were possibly raising. 

“Harry!” you called for him.

He walked out, an eyebrow quirked.

“Look.” you hiss, voice low.

‘God…’ Harry thinks. “Where’d she get that chicken from?” he asks, running his towel over his hair. 

“Her pocket! Why are you so casual about this?”

“Angel...you had a baby with me, what’d you expect?” he questions, seriously questions you this.

“You’re fixing it then, Mr. mini-me”

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Presently, you’re all at the beach. Three towels and three umbrellas lay in/on the sand. You’ve rubbed sunscreen on Ava twice now and have had to remind Harry three times. After last time there was no way you’d be rubbing aloe vera on him all night. 

“Baby you’re dripping it.” You sigh, reaching over to wipe her chin of the chocolate ice cream she was eating, from a cup you might add. “Do you want me to feed it to you?”

“No, thank you” she replies, kicking her feet out. 

You’ve all swam a bit, but now are on a mini break from the water and saw they were selling ice cream close by. 

It’s pretty quiet between the three of you, too busy enjoying your treat. 

She gasps, “Daddy you’re a fibber” Ava says indifferently, slurping even more of her ice cream from her spoon.

He guffaws, caught off guard from her statement. He shifts towards the two of you. The way the wind blows his hair and the sun makes the green in his eyes even brighter catches you off guard–– the sight of his abs doesn’t hurt either. 

You also knew it wouldn’t be long until his hair gained some highlights and his freckles would be more prompt. You couldn’t wait.

“How’m I a fibber, messy?” squinting down at her.

“Look!”she points, “There’s a puppy right there” 

There is, you turn your eyes to where her fingers point to see a woman walking a black Dachshund.

Harry turns his head towards him, a sad look on his face. “You’re right baby. I’m a fibber. I’m sorry”

Ava hurls from her seat to latch her arms around his neck, “It’s okay daddy, now Mimi can come next time” she tells him.

If there’s one thing about Ava, it’s how much she hates sadness. Unless it’s from her. Then it’s perfectly okay. She hates sadness so much, she particularly had a dislike for the character from Inside out. Until you had to explain to her how sadness is something that is okay and needed from time to time, Like in the movie.

After her round of affection towards Harry, she emplaces herself into his lap.

“Daddy. Mommy.”

You both hum an answer. 

“It looks like a hot dog” she eyes the dog while it trots down the sand. 

“It does huh?” Harry answers, brushing her flyaways back. All while you laugh into your palm.

Your hands feel tingly when you wrap it around Harry’s neck, pulling him into you. His head lays against your shoulder. 

Definitely a vacation to remember and cherish.

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if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback if ur up to it <3

[solaaresque]

ty for the tag honey! this was... hm...

-> scarabia while the designs were pretty and i do adore kalim (sunshiney characters with traumatic pasts... chef’s kiss mwah), i have to admit that the orientalism thing was a big no-no. also, the plot felt kind of forced at times? but maybe that was just me.

-> savanaclaw interesting characters! but the plot itself was sort of boring. i did like the little moments we saw between the characters and the camaraderie but i do wish we had more of that... also i love jack. jack howl the world. i would kill a man for him.

-> pomefiore sillies. i am a huge sucker for snow white symbolism and i cannot stop thinking about epel as the apple. my beloved little country boy. i hope he gets everything he wants ever. also rookvil are just like the wataei of twst and i love that for them!

-> heartslabyul my loves. adeuce the weirdo wombo combo being the prefect’s first friends and sticking with them til the end? i love that. trey and cater as the silly seniors. riddle is such a complex character and i need to study him under a microscope.

-> octavinelle fucked up non-human trio assimilating into overworld culture? sign me the fuck up! i love it. i love it so much you don’t understand. savvy businessman azul and his tweel henchmen. the sillies ever. i am forever chewing on them like sushi.

-> diasomnia i love love love found family in the strangest possible way. 1000+ year old fae and their two skrunkles. the relationships are so well-developed... i love malleus, he is so nagisacore. i love lilia... rock on grandpa. silver and sebek the eepies ever. cries.

-> ignihyde I AM SO ILL OVER THEM!!! forever a sucker for tragic siblings they make me SICK /pos. book 6 destroyed me. i love mythos refs. idia shroud my babygirl ever. ortho has never done anything wrong in his life and i will stand by this fact!! i love them. they mean everything to me.

+1 ramshackle yuu... hot...

tagging! @ineshapanda @neoxsanctuary and... @kamiyatos​

hey a little tag game i want to try!!! order your favorite twst dorms from least fave to favorite!

Scarabia: their characters on their own are good but seeing them together makes me extremely uncomfortable?? it’s probably because the orientalism plus people shipping together..it’s not jamil and kalims fault but i have a complicated relationship with scarabia

Octavinelle: idk they just don’t stand out to me. jade is neat but i feel like the tweels are overhyped. don’t really have an opinion about azul

Savanaclaw: again the characters are great but. as a whole they don’t stand out to me. i love jack and ruggie but leona 😬 if you got rid of the sarcasm and smug expression he would be a cool character (i kin him more than i would like) but i feel like he’s wasted potential. also book 2 was the hardest to get through because it was so boring it really did them dirty

Heartslabyul: the card guys!! don’t really care much about them either..i usually like alice in wonderland vibes but their dorm uniforms are the worst things i’ve ever seen. WHY DO THEY WEAR T-SHIRTS?? other than that i don’t have much to say about them.

Pomefiore: THE GAYS okay they’re awesome. this is mostly because of rook i just really like rook. and rookvil. epels great to actually. also on the complete opposite note their dorm uniforms are amazing (maybe even my favorite) i would totally wear them myself. but even though they’re in the top three i don’t really think about them more than any of the other dorms.

Ignihyde: okay of course my second favorite dorm is the cute family. what did you expect. but also they are so interesting?? book 6 has been the best book so far especially with all the lore. also ortho is best boy AND LITERALLY A ROBOT. how can you not like precious robot boy who loves his brother. also their designs are cool the hades hair and teeth are very gender.

Diasomnia: you already knew this was coming. my beloved dark romanticism found family dorm<33 i am literally obsessed with them okay. not only are their designs peak gender but they’re WRITING is so. augh. just the contrast between them. we got two faes who are centuries old and have experienced years upon years of hardship. war. suffering. and then we have two (one and a half) humans who have never experienced loss. or grief. they are honest and hardworking and loyal, they represent youth and joy!! and yet they all have so much LOVE and TRUST for eachother it makes me go INSANE!!!! also you can never miss with gothic aesthetics and fairies…literally the greatest thing out there

anyways in conclusion i think any dorm that isn’t diasomnia and doesn’t have tragedy and fate weaved inside them are plain and boring. if i placed your favorite dorm low feel free to tell me why im wrong and why they are the best!! i would love to hear :)) (also feel free to include ramshackle too)

tagging: @rayroseu-reblogs @ethanwinterfan69 @drdepper @shrimpyjustwrites @llondonfog @wondergeek @frogeloise @morays @hxneylavendxr @teslathelame @the-v-lociraptor @anotherlavendergay @chaoticsnacc @aloodonut @valsol-909 if you guys would like<3

[neytirisblog]

call me

| pairings: arne johnson x reader

| summary: after david’s exorcism encounter arne has been acting strange and you finally find out why.

| warnings: scary arne, angst, fluff?, blood, possessed arne.

| A/N: i’ve seen so many people want an arne fic on tiktok so you ask and i deliver 😩‼️

i wasn’t sure what got him acting like this, he was fine before we went to the glatzel’s house but after he was like a completely different person.

debbie glatzel is my best friend and arne johnson is my boyfriend, arne and i decided to go visit debbie to see how she was doing because she kept telling us something about how david was acting strange ever since they moved into the new house.

it was all a blur to me, arne went to put david to sleep but then there was screaming coming from his room, we all rushed over there, arne holding me to the back protectively, david ran to mr glatzel and stabbed him in his leg and shoved it in and ed grabbed david and we brought him downstairs.

everyone was holding david down as we tried to keep him from hurting anyone, the priest was reading the bible as david or the demon inside of him was laughing over and over again.

“ leave him alone! he’s just a little boy, you coward! ” yelled arne as he tried to get this thing out of him. plates started flying all over the place as priest got knocked in the head, ed quickly rushing to help him, ed got the bible and started to read from it as david laughed again and again, david’s head twisted around as he turned to debbie and laughed, his legs bended as debbie turned to me and yelled. “ david! stop! help me! ”

david slowly started getting up, his back bending as he did so, we all flew back and i hit my head on something hard i could only hear yelling and commotion.

i eventually got up and it looked like whatever was in david got out, i quickly rushed over to arne and pulled him into a hug which he returned, the glatzel’s all hugging, lorraine started yelling to call 911, my head quickly turned over to see what happened and i saw ed on the floor breathing heavily.

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the next morning i decided to let arne sleep in as of what happened last night i couldn’t sleep all night, arne and i pay rent and live with a man named bruno.

i walked in the room and saw arne awake, finally.

“ why’d you let me sleep so late? ” he questioned tilting his head ever so slightly.

“ what do you mean? you need your beauty sleep. ” i laughed as i slowly walked over, he grabbed my waist and put me on top of him as he kissed me slowly.

“ i wish we could stay like this forever. ” he sighed as he stroked my hair softly.

“ me too. ” i smiled

“ we should get out of this town, i mean just the two of us, we can get a big house and we could start a family. ” he said

“ are you serious? i mean i would love to, honestly arne, but i have a family here and you do to and i just started this job i can’t up and quit now, maybe in the future because i would love to start a family with you. ” i said as he looked down sadly but quickly nodded his head in agreement.

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later that day debbie invited arne and i for a small barbecue with there family, we obviously accepted.

“ deb, arne told me this morning that he wanted him and i to get out of this town and get a big house and start a family together! " i said excitedly.

“ did you say yes? did he propose or something?? one second, arne! can you get the small meat tray that’s in the fridge? ” debbie questioned as we both turned our heads to see arne and david playing together.

he turned his head to david and asked him if he was hungry and he nodded and got up and walked inside.

“ i said no, i only said no because i just started a job and we both have family here and we’re too young, i told him once we’re both older we could, just not now. ” i frowned at my own words as debbie sighed and frowned as well.

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arne and i were taking a walk with debbie as a sudden change happened to him, he started acting different, sweat was dripping down his forehead as he fell to the ground.

“ arne! are you okay? “ i brought my hand to his hair and stroked it softly.

and then all of a sudden he grabbed a rock next to him and hit me in the head with it, he got on top of me as he tried to hit me again.

“ what the fuck arne!? ” debbie yelled as she quickly rushed to him and i before he could do anything else she quickly pushed him off of me, tears rolling down my cheeks as i quickly sat up and moved back slowly, blood trickling down the top of my forehead.

another sudden change happened in him like he went back to normal, his eyes widen as he threw the rock away and quickly rushed to me, he hugged me tightly as i tried to push him away.

“ i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i don’t know what got into me.” he pleaded tears rolling down his cheeks, i didn’t know what was happening but i knew that wasn’t arne.

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and then it happened again, arne and i were sleeping peacefully when i felt someone slowly get on top of me, strong hands were around my throat as they choked me, i quickly opened my eyes as i saw arne above me, his eyes shut closed.

i yelled for him to get off of me but he would budge or open his eyes, i did the only thing to get him to stop and i kicked him in his crotch.

his eyes opened suddenly as he quickly removed his hands, his eyes widened again as he got off the bed, i started coughing, trying to gain breath again, i started to sleep in the sofa just for a couple of days, at this point he was scaring me, this was not my arne.

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i finally decided to speak to arne about what’s been going through my mind.

“ what’d you wanna speak to me about, love? ” he smiled as he sat next to me, his smile falling as he looked at my serious face, he cleared his throat.

“ arne.. i think we should take a break, just a couple of days, i honestly don’t know what’s going on with you and it’s getting to the point where you scare me. ” i said a tear rolling down my cheek.

“ what? you’re breaking up with me!? ” he scoffed as he turned his head, jaw clenched, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“ arne, no! it’s just a break for a couple of days, I’ll come back i promise! i love you so much but i just need a few days to clear my head. ” i sighed looking down as i grabbed his hand in mine. he leaned in and kissed me and i kissed him back.

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a week passed and i finally decided to come back, arne and i spent an entire day together, laying in bed cuddling while watching movies and having a picnic that day was perfect and arne was acting fine.

the next day is when it went down hill, arne got sent home early, he looked really pale and not all there. bruno kept bothering him and i could tell he didn’t like it, he kept trying to give him beer when call me started playing.

Color me your color, baby

Color me your car

Color me your color, darling

bruno grabbed arne and gave him a beer, arne tried to drink it failed to and fell on the sofa.

I know who you are

Come up off your color chart

I know where you're coming from

arne was slumped on the sofa as i ran my hand through his hair and asked “ you okay? ”

Call me on the line

Call me, call me any, anytime

Call me I'll arrive

You can call me any day or night

Call me

he stayed quiet and stared straight ahead, bruno grabbed him and brought him up yelling “ let’s dance ”

Cover me with kisses, baby

bruno fell to the ground as arne tried to keep his balance on the dresser.

Cover me with love

Roll me in designer sheets

i yelled “ bruno! oh my lord! no dancing! ” he yelled back “ one dance ”

“ i don’t wanna dance! ” i yelled holding his arm trying to pull him back up.

he grabbed my arm and spinned me around arne watching.

I'll never get enough

Emotions come, I don't know why

Cover up love's alibi

Call me on the line

Call me, call me any, anytime

Call me I'll arrive

i was still jokingly dancing with bruno as i notice arne was gone, i looked around for him and i saw his head peak through the door as concern filled his face, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the room to the hallway with the dogs.

“ arne! arne stop it! what are you doing? ” i yelled as he fell to the ground, i stood behind him a knife falling out of his pocket, bruno came over to arne wondering why he was acting like that when arne yelled and grabbed the knife and stabbed him.

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pt 2??

@greenprisca @partr1dge @gingeraleluke

[celestialevie]

Birthday surprise // Niall Horan x singer! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: Since it's officially my birthday week and Niall's has just passed, I decided to write this very self-indulgent fic (even though I can't sing, but a girl can dream </3). I mostly wrote this for myself because I adore this human with my whole heart. Anyways hope someone will enjoy this fic just as much as I did writing it.

Finishing the first two songs, you chat a little with your fans. Noticing some of the signs they brought with them to get you to notice them, some of them making you laugh, while some of them made your heart clench with love. Sitting down at the piano, starting to play 'champagne problems'. While you were in the happiest relationship to date now, you still had some issues with your past relationships, where you were made the villain and them a victim when in reality it was the literal opposite. Niall was the blessing you were praying for. So what if you were fucked in the head? Niall loved you just the way you were.

Your birthday was coming up, and you were going to spend it while being in one of the cities you absolutely love touring in – Dublin. Although you were heartbroken because this will be the first birthday you were going to celebrate without your boyfriend, Niall. Ever since you've known him, you celebrated both of your birthdays with one another. His tour lead him to being in America during your birthday, which really sucked. You were both bummed out about it, he even offered to reschedule that concert, so he can be with you in Dublin, maybe even visit his family whilst already being in Ireland, you told him no. You didn't want to be selfish just because it's your birthday. Talking on the phone with him right from the moment he was awake (which was already in the afternoon for you). '' It feels weird to not be with you on your birthday, how will I survive without my birthday kisses and hugs from you? '' you ask while pouting. Niall chuckled and mimicked your put. '' I will give you your birthday kisses and hugs as soon as I see you. With extra ones for each day between your birthday and the day we see each other again. I promise. '' he gives you a smile. And you just pout harder. '' I really miss you. I can't wait to see you soon. '' checking the time, you realize it's almost time for you to start getting ready. '' Hey baby, I have to go start getting ready soon. I'll make sure Jenna calls you to FaceTime and shows you at least some concert if you're not busy. I love you and I miss you. '' as you say that, you hang up and quickly text your makeup artist, she can come over. Two minutes later, her and Jenna (your assistant and close friend) are in your dressing room, and you're getting ready. An hour later, you were done with your makeup and hair and all that was left was to put on your outfit. Ten minutes later, you were slowly making your way towards stage. Quickly texting Niall another I love you, and wishing him good luck on his own show later, you were off on the stage, the intro of your song' dress' starting to play as you were brought onto the stage. Let the fun begin.

After champagne problems, one of your favourite songs you wrote was next.

''... Don Perignon you brought it, no crowd of friends applauded

your hometown sceptics called it, champagne problems.''

'' A lot of you might not know, but this next song was inspired after I was done watching the amazing spider-man 2 for the millionth time. My love for Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield is unmatchable. Just ask my boyfriend, who's been hanging out with Tom Holland, how both of them are feeling betrayed by my love for both Amazing Spider-man's movies. This is How you get the girl. '' The intro of the song started playing and so were the screams of people.

Singing two more songs, you go get changed into a different outfit. Going back onto the stage, you're surprised that your manager Anna is standing there with a grin on her face.

'' Stand there like a ghost

Shaking from the rain

She'll open up the door and say 'are you insane?'

Say it's been long six months

And you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want...''

'' Uh-oh, manager is grinning, prepare yourselves guys, it's not going to be good. '' The crowd laughs while Anna rolls her eyes and smiles at you. '' We have a small surprise for you. '' as she says that, she points on the big screen behind you, when you turn around you are surprised to see a familiar face of one of your closest friends, Lewis Capaldi, wishing you a happy birthday and saying you guys need to go clubbing again soon. Laughing as his face fades away and the next one shows up, your very close friend and sometimes co-writer Taylor Swift, again wishing you the happiest birthday and saying how much she adores working with you and that she loves you very much. It went on for a while, all your friends and even your parents were there. Tears were falling down, and you didn't care it ruined your makeup. And then at the end there he was. My favourite face to see. Niall. '' Happiest birthday to you angel. I wish I could be there with you, just like we are always for our birthdays, but unfortunately I am not there to give you all the birthday hugs and wishes. I love you so much angel, keep rocking the world, and I will see you as soon as we can. '' At the end you were full on sobbing happy tears, hugging your manager and your band. The best surprise ever. '' I am very sorry for being a mess so publicly '' wiping your tears and thanking to whoever invented waterproof mascara for being the reason your makeup is not that ruined. '' Anyway, the show must go on, so let's go. '' picking up your acoustic guitar, adjusting it, you announce the song. ''You are in love. Let's go.''

''(...)

As the show is slowly coming to an end, and you're about to play a song that is about your boyfriend, that he inspired you to write. And Taylor helped you co-write it.

Morning, his place

Burnt toast, Sunday

You keep his shirt

He keeps his word

And for once, you let go

Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much

But it said enough

You kiss on side walks

You fight and you talk

One night he wakes

Strange look on his face

Pauses, then says

You're my best friend

And you knew what it was

He is in love. ''

'' Sadly, the show is slowly coming to an end. You guys were the absolute best and I adore spending my birthday with you all. This next song is literally one of the most accurate songs I've written about any of my relationship. When I got inspired by my loveliest boyfriend, I had to invite Taylor to help me write it, as we all know she is the lyrics master. Lover is one of my many nicknames I use for Niall, and I know that he's probably watching this or will watch it later, so hi Niall. '' you wave to one of the camera's while the crowd laughs. Gently, you start playing the guitar.

What you didn't know is that your boyfriend is a liar and is actually hiding with your assistant Jenna, waiting to come on the stage to surprise you. Of course, he wouldn't miss your birthday, even if he has to reschedule the concerts. You were absolutely worth it. As he waits for the part of the song he's gonna crash in, Jenna and Anna are making sure you don't accidentally notice Niall before time. The plan is for Anna to quickly distract you on one side while Niall comes out on the other side of the stage.

'' (...)

We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call

And I'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

I've loved you three summers now, honey, but I want 'em all

Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?

And ah, take me out, and take me home (forever and ever)

You're my, my, my, my

Lover '' as you sing that part, you notice Anna waving at you like a maniac, distracting you and mouthing something to you. As you're trying to figure out what is she saying, the crowd starts screaming, and you freeze as the familiar voice starts to sing the next part of the song

''Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand?

With every guitar string scar on my hand...''

The song soon comes to an end, and you're bringing Niall into another hug. He just smiles and wraps his arms around your waist. '' Happy birthday, angel. I hope you don't mind me crashing. '' You just shake your head while holding him as close as you can. '' You are always welcome to crash my show. The next song is your song anyway, so you might as well stay and sing with me. '' he pulls away and looks at you. '' Let's go finish this show, so I can give you all the birthday kisses and hugs you want. ''

You turn around with your hand on your mouth, as the man himself makes his way towards you. You're in absolute shock because this man is supposed to be in America. He only laughs at your reaction as he pulls you towards him in a tight hug while still singing. Hugging him back, not wanting to let go of him. Slightly pulling away, looking him directly in his beautiful blue eyes while singing.

'' I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover

My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue

All's well that ends well to end up with you

Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover

And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover ''

[lesbobiwan]

omg babes congrats on 100!! I love your writing sm

if you'd like, may I suggest "19) "Do you need me to finger you first?" from the prompt list with either Boba or Wrecker?

you know their bulges be huge 👀

thank you so much!!!! finally an excuse to write about the legend of the stomach bulge!

#19: "Do you need me to finger you first?" + Wrecker (i got carried away with this one oops)

warnings: f!reader, the legend of the stomach bulge, dirty talk, size kink, squirting

You knew he was big.

Look at him.

You knew, realistically, that he would be big. But, you never really thought about how every part of him would be proportional to his considerable height and bulk.

Still, you're still in shock at the sight of Wrecker's massive cock sliding between your pussy lips, the head resting a good couple of inches above your clit.

Wrecker rolls his hips minutely, and the slide of his cock gives your clit the most delicious friction.

You've felt his cock before, of course. You've shoved your knee between his legs and let him grind against you until he came all over the inside of his blacks like a cadet, but he always stopped you when you tried to take it out.

You think it might be a good thing, because if he had shown you his cock earlier you wouldn't be able to keep your mouth or cunt off of it.

Still, your body is wracked with nerves as you're faced with the biggest cock in the galaxy.

Again, you know he's big. You shiver at the memory of him laying you on his bed and enveloping your body in his bulk, caging you in until you could do nothing but writhe against his fingers in your pussy. You think about the way his strong arms, with biceps bigger than your head, wrap around your hips to keep them down while he eats you out.

Wrecker hands trail down your sides until he's able to spread apart your pussy lips with his thumbs. The sound it makes is downright filthy, and you'd be embarrassed if you didn't want him to fuck you so much.

You watch in awe as his cock sinks further between your folds.

Fuck, it's so big. You'll be able to feel him in your fucking throat you think.

You force your eyes up to Wrecker's face.

His undivided attention is on the way your cunt gushes around his cock, getting it nice and wet for you but there's a feeling inside you that says it won't be enough.

He's sizing you up, you realize, seeing if his cock will be able to fit in your cunt. He wants to see how deep he'll be.

Your clit throbs and your pussy clenches around nothing at the thought.

"Do you..." you trail off, biting your lip as Wrecker's hands shift to your thighs to spread your legs further apart. Like this, you're fully exposed to Wrecker's hungry gaze. You think you'd let him eat you alive if he wanted to.

You feel childish in what you're about to ask — like a virgin all over again wondering if sex will be as good as everyone says it is.

You know it will be. Wrecker's made you cum on his tongue and fingers more times than you can count, plus that one time he had you grind against his thigh while still in armor, but he's never put his cock in you.

"Do you think it'll fit?" You finally ask, pushing your hips against his grip even though you know it won't do anything.

Wrecker's groan is filthy and he can't stop the downright vicious way he thrusts his cock between your folds, giving your clit that glorious friction it craves while your cunt gushes and flutters around nothing.

You drop your head back against the pillow with a sob. Fuck, he's so big. He'll never fit.

"What do you think?" he breathes, continuing to slide the length of his cock against your folds. He can't seem to take his eyes off the way your puffy cunt spreads around his cock and coats it with slick.

You can do nothing but pant with every roll of his hip. Maker, you think if he doesn't fuck you now you'll explode.

Wrecker is saying something, you know, but your world has shrunk down to only his cock and your cunt. Nothing else matters.

"Answer me," Wrecker demands with another devastating thrust of his hips. He takes one hand off your inner thigh to grab the base of his cock and slap it against your cunt with a wet splat.

You gasp and jerk in his grip. "Fuck!" you cry out, already aching for more.

"Do you need me to finger you first?" Wrecker repeats, resting his cock back against your folds. He keeps it there, staying perfectly still in a display of patience that Wrecker can only show in the bedroom.

Fuck, he's never gonna fit. He's going to ruin you. You'll feel him in your throat, for Maker's sake.

"Need me to stretch out your tight little cunt for my big cock? Huh?" Wrecker's hand wraps in your hair and forces your head up to watch how your cunt gushes and drenches his cock in your slick.

"Please!" you sob, unable to take your eyes off the magnificent sight. "You're so big, Wrecker, I think you'll break me,"

Maybe you want him to break you.

Wrecker wants to break you too if the way his cock jerks against you is any hint.

"I plan on it," Wrecker hisses against your neck before he releases his grip on your head to let your head fall back against the pillow.

~

Your world shrinks down, once again, to the sight of your cunt.

Your thighs tremble as Wrecker presses a fourth finger into your cunt.

"Tightest fucking cunt in the galaxy," Wrecker hisses, grinding his hips into the mattress to find even the smallest bits of friction. "You gotta relax for me," he soothes, sliding his fingers against the spongey part inside of you that makes your back arch and your mouth drop into a silent scream.

Pressure rises in your core like you've never felt it before.

Wrecker angles his fingers even more, now pressing against That Spot with unerring accuracy.

Your climax rips through your body, pleasure sparking from deep into your chest to the tips of your fingers. Your cunt spasms around his fingers that are knuckle deep inside you.

Your tipping point is Wrecker keeping eye contact as he lowers his head to wrap his lips around your clit.

You fall of the cliff of release with a shriek. Your body is wracked with convulsions as you gush against him, your cum flooding his face and fingers.

You can't even bare to watch. The sight is too much. Your body quivers like a leaf in a wind storm.

When Wrecker is finally done drinking from you — because that's what he did. Drink your cum down and lick his lips like it was the most delicious thing he's ever tasted — he rises back up to cage you in.

"What do you think? You ready for my cock?"

"Please!" you sob, still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Please, put your cock in me, please! Pleasepleaseplease—"

Your babbling is cut short as Wrecker pushes the head of his cock into you.

"Oh, fuck!" you cry out, eyes wide as you watch your cunt split open as hit cock sinks into you, inch by devastating inch. "Wrecker!"

Wrecker's hand drops down to your clit, and this gun-calloused thumb begins to rub tight and slow circles around the throbbing bud. "Maker, you're still so tight for me," he groans, rolling his hips to slide deeper inside of you.

You're speaking now — blubbering nonsense that means absolutely nothing except that you think Wrecker's cock is going to split you in half.

You were right. You think you can feel him in your throat.

Wrecker groans again, thumb speeding up against your clit, "Look at that," he breathes.

He's so close. Just a few inches left before he's completely inside, and every inch of him just wants to slam inside you but he knows better.

Besides, watching you tremble around him is one of the best sights he's ever seen. He wishes he managed to grab is holo-recorder to capture this moment forever.

"Stars, your pussy is just eating me up, pretty girl," Wrecker continues, finally — finally — sinking in to the hilt.

He stays flush against you as you wail your pleasure. Your hips jerk as best they can against his grip on you.

You force yourself to pick your head up and — Oh fuck.

"Wrecker!" you keen, hand scrambling against the sheets. "Look, you're—" you suck in a big breath, eyes rolling in the back of your head as Wrecker rocks his hips. "You're splitting me open!"

And it's true, because right there, above your mound is him.

The bulge of his massive cock is pushing through your skin and leaving an imprint in your tummy.

Wrecker's hips jerk, thrusting into you with devastating force. He can't seem to take his eyes off of the proof that he's fucking you — he's making tears of pleasure spring to your eyes.

"Oh, fuck, mesh'la," he hisses, somehow pressing deeper inside of you. His hand slides up from your clit, and you don't even have time to lament the loss before he's pressing his hand against the bulge.

The pressure is too much. You yowl at the feeling of Wrecker, both inside and outside of you, and your cunt clenches down against his cock as you cum a second time that night.

You don't think you'll ever be the same after this. You'll never be able to fuck anyone else. No one will ever compare.

"That's right," Wrecker coos, finally pulling his hips back and setting a punishing pace. "No one will ever fuck you the way I do. You hear me?"

Wrecker's hand grabs your jaw, forcing you to open your eyes and meet his gaze. "No one," he repeats, his voice drenched in a feral desperation.

"No one!" you agree, writhing uselessly against his cock and the catastrophic feeling of his cock splitting you open. "I'm yours!"

You clench down on him one more time as he pushes his thumb into your mouth. It's all so intimate despite the filthy way he's fucking you.

His thumb presses into your mouth for your tongue to lathe against, and he never breaks eye contact as he fucks you. His other hand stays on the bulge that appears through your skin every time he thrusts him.

"That's right," Wrecker breathes, dropping his forehead to yours, "you're mine."

You sob as another orgasm takes over your body. Tears are streaming down your face in earnest now but Wrecker doesn't seem inclined to slow down any time soon.

He's ruining you. True to his name, he's wrecking you for any other man, but you don't want any other man. You want him.

You're his. His. His.

[somebodyssherlock-heterodyne]

*indescribably loud shrieking noise that definitely doesn't sound like something that should come out of a human throat*

Okay. I'm just. Dragon!Tim hoarding people. Batman and Robin have been part of his hoard for as long as he's been stalking them. The thing that sets Bernard apart from Young Justice and the Batfamily is that Bernard is the only person Tim has added to his hoard while being completely unaware that he was doing so. He goes maybe a little bit feral and insane during the Pain Cult Thing and then afterwards Bruce is like "you didn't tell any of us there's a new one?????" And Tim goes "new what" "member of your hoard????" And Tim goes through the facial expressions of the math meme woman and like eighteen separate flavors of What and then realizes the worst part of this situation, which is that he has to tell Bernard. There's no ettiquite for that! What does he just walk up and say "hi hey so uh I'm a dragon. Yeah yeah uh. Let me know when you're done processing that. Okay cool cool cool uh. Also you're part of my hoard which I am incapable of removing you from so if you ever move away or something I'll like wither away and die or slowly go insane so if you could stay in Gotham forever preferably somewhere I can check in on and make sure you're safe that'd be great"

Tim: oh fuck no I'm not telling him

Dick: what will you do if he moves away of his own accord?

Tim: sabotage.

Dick: NO.

The thing that Tim does not know about Bernard is that Bernard already knows. All of this. When Robin who looks just like your boyfriend starts breathing fire at people because they hit you you tend to notice that shit.

I also think it'd be really really funny if Bernard had some kind of batshit fairytale origin of his own. Like he's one of those Magical Miracle Babies that virtuous but childless couples have after they wish upon a star and then the star falls into their house as a whole ass child or they sell their lettuce garden to a witch or something. Perfectly normal human being- albeit with big fairy tale princess vibes and a sensitivity to magic- of DISNTINCTLY nonhuman origins. And then I want the entire reveal to go like this:

Tim: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU WERE THE PRODUCT OF ACTUAL WITCHCRAFT

Bernard: RIGHT AFTER YOU TOLD ME YOU WERE ROBIN.

Tim: ...well shit can't argue that.

Tim: wait a fucking minute how long have you known I was Robin

Bernard: slightly less time than I've known you were hoarding me

Tim: YOU KNOW I'M A DRAGON!?

Bernard: ...you were trying to keep it a secret???

Bernard being a magical fairy gifted or witchcraft bargain baby also has the wonderful bonus of Bernard's parents going the asshole route and then writing to the fairy witch to complain bc their magic blessing baby is kissing boys, which leads to the following:

Fairy/Witch/other magical fairy tale source of children: so your human custodians wrote to me to bitch about you being gay.

Bernard: oh god. Please don't kill them. Or curse them. Uh. Fuck. I'll make you dinner??? If you don't do that???

Fairy/Witch: what? Oh no that’s not why I'm here. Also I hexed them but it's minor.

Bernard: define minor.

Fairy/Witch: any clothes they wear will turn into eye sparingly ugly Hawaiian shirts and bell bottoms and their hair is gonna be neon green until they get their heads out of their asses.

Bernard: ...

Bernard: alright? I guess? It's. Better? Than Tim's plan to drive them to social and financial ruin?

Fairy/Witch: is Tim your boyfriend?

Bernard: yeah

Fairy/Witch: cool. Bring him around for dinner soon.

Bernard: what

Fairy/Witch: introducing your boyfriend to your parent isn't just a human custom y'know.

Bernard: wait. What???

Fairy/Witch: oh yeah your human parents- well, custodians- well former custodians- fuck it. I made you. Like. By myself. With magic. And a couple cool rocks I found.

Bernard: yes.

Fairy/witch: and then I gave you into the custody of a human couple because I'm weird as fuck but other than being really pretty and able to sense magic you are entirely human.

Bernard: yeah I got that this is following my favorite childhood bedtime story so far.

Fairy/witch: which makes you my child first and foremost.

Bernard: never thought about it before but that actually tracks.

Fairy/witch: and since your human custodians decided not to do their fuckin job I'm taking custody of you back.

Bernard, after blue screening for five minutes: O. Kay. I. Guess?

Fairy/Witch: cool. I'm your parent now. Bring your boyfriend home I wanna meet him.

Bernard, still somewhat dazed: cool. Cool cool cool.

-two weeks later-

Bernard: hey rosebush-

Fairy/Witch: what is it rosebud?

Bernard: ta-da! *jazz hands at Tim, who has finally managed to visit Bernard at his weird definitely magical new house to meet his weird definitely magical but not really new parent*

Tim: hello!

Fairy/Witch: oh fuck yes come in sit down do you need any healing potions or like a blanket blessing for you and your vigilante family? Also rosebud good on you for pulling a whole ass dragon you are truly my child.

Bernard: you dated a dragon?

Fairy/witch: no I married one. She's been stuck in the fey realm sorting some shit out with Titania. She's looking forward to meeting both of you.

Tim: I have so many questions.

Fairy/Witch: I have a magical bracelet that will make it so you only need as much as sleep as you're actually getting.

Tim: you can make shit that powerful???

Fairy/witch: I made your boyfriend out of a spool of thread and a few cool rocks. Yes.

And then Bernard lives happily ever after with his magic parent and dragon stepmom and doting boyfriend who's probably the most well protected vigilante on the planet with how many blessings and charms they keep putting on him.

I really wanted dragon!Tim in DKOS, well at least I can draw it myself 😌 just a fast sketch in between my Timber piece also set on that universe

[bloodycassian]

Hot Spring

Fem!Reader x Cassian smut - the long awaited hot spring fic. N S F W

Three days of flying. Three days of frozen wasteland wind on your wings. Your body ached. It didn't bother to shiver anymore. Cassian was coasting lower and lower, his feet nicking the tips of trees before he lifted himself back up. You could tell his wings were stiff too.  "Break." You called weakly, your shoulders were pulling inwards. It was well past time for a stop. "Thank the Mother." You heard him mutter ahead. You smiled. He hated being to first to call for break. You could tell you were drawing closer to the Middle each day, but you had opted to take a wide berth around the mountain. It added a day to the trip. A day of pelting ice against your sore body and wings.  "I'll get some wood." He said once you landed. He flared his wings out, groaning at the strain. You watched the massive arches of them fold back in slowly, and felt the relief of it second hand. His face was blissful when he opened his eyes. He grinned tiredly and headed to the forest to collect branches. You couldn't ignore the way that groan ignited a bit of heat between your legs. You were grateful he left before he could scent it on you. You tried gathering as many small dry sticks and tinder as you could. After the storm that had hit, it was difficult. You dusted off your hands on your pants and sighed, not bothering to make a fire pit. It would likely not be happening with such damp timber.  His yell made you jolt upright. "Cass?" You called. Your voice seemed muffled against the trees. Too quiet, too alone. Your heart stuttered with the adrenaline kicking in. No response from him. You started to run, tearing through ferns and branches as you went. Some vines cut your palms but you kept calling for him. "Cass!?" He was grinning when you found him. Stupidly, gleefully grinning. "What the hell Cass?" You breathed, your body aching. The run was exhausting. You legs strained to keep you up after jumping over so many obstacles. He began pulling off his tunic, to which you cleared your throat, trying to excuse yourself to look away. Embarassment stained your cheeks. "Dont be shy, come on." He waved you over, noting the way he took off his pants like he was ready to fu-You cut off the thought before it could spawn more wicked ones. You squinted over his shoulder, following his finger. Then you burst into chaotic laughter.  He was fully naked by the time he reached the steaming pool of water. A sight that you wished you could save in your memory forever. His tanned muscled body moving so gently to ease into the water. You followed him in with ease, the rushing heat in your veins from the sight of him making it much easier to undress with him there. You were again grateful for the distance between you. You prayed he didnt catch a whiff of your pheromones before you entered the water. You wanted to keep it strictly professional with him, despite the attraction you felt there. Besides that, he acted plainly uninterested daily.  You did catch the slight color change of his cheeks when you dipped into the spring though. + The hot spring was steaming against the cold air. Snow melted a few feet above the heat rising. The murky water was just big enough to fit you and Cassian fully, wings out. Soaking them was a relief enough to make you groan when you stepped in. Cassian had done the same, flexing his wings out and sighing once fully submerged.   It was a comfortable space... or it would have been, if you were clothed. Your leg bumped his and you felt embarrassment and anxiety race to your cheeks. You looked to the snow covered trees around you, avoiding eye contact. Avoiding acknowledging that you were both within feet of each other, naked.  Thankfully, the storm seemed to break after a few minutes in the hot spring. The winds no longer whipped at your exposed skin, and birds began singing in the trees far in the distance. The skies were dark still, a looming threat of more ice or rain.  "We need to leave first thing in the morning." Cassian sighed, wiping water from his face. He splashed some on his neck. Making his tanned skin gleam in the overcast light coming through. You swallowed hard, trying not to stare at him. At his exposed skin or the biceps that flexed while he massaged his shoulders. "We dont need to talk about that right now." You dismissed, sinking further down in the water. His leg bumped yours again and you tried your best to ignore it. The water rippled around your hands when you lifted them to your hair, rinsing it without getting it fully soaked.  "You're gonna freeze when we get out of here." He laughed, making the water ripple. You didnt care, the water felt better than anything you'd ever experienced. Your hair could fall off for all you cared. Your wings sung in approval at the heat soaking into them. Your bones felt finally at ease. You must have made a sound of approval, because Cassian cleared his throat and looked away nervously. "What's the matter General?" You laughed, giddy on the feeling of warmth again. "Afraid of-" He cut you off with a dark stare before you could continue.  "Afraid of you attracting some wild male beast to us? A bit yes." He adjusted his legs again and you didnt miss the way he seemed to turn his lower half away from you. You smiled wickedly. His cheeks went red. "And you're not a wild male beast?" You asked, voice low. Maybe it was the water, but warmth not only surrounded you but was creeping between your legs even more than before. You could feel him staring at you, could feel the heat that seemed to bore into you with his eyes. Your eyes locked with his and his flared, only slightly. Wings tucked in, and he straightened himself in the hot bath. His nipples hardened in the cold air.  "Is that what you think of me?" His voice was deeper, it rumbled down your spine in a way that made your toes curl.  You dared not answer, that wicked grin on his face made you want to challenge him. "What if I did?"  That was all he needed. He stood, the water steaming off him in the cold. The water barely covered his hipbones, and you tried your hardest not to glance any further down. "I guess I'd just have to prove it to you." He came close to you, and leaned down. Close enough you could feel his warm breath against your cold cheek. Your skin flushed. Then he shook his damp hair out right there. Splashing you with cold droplets. You shielded yourself and glared. When he straightened and tilted his head back to laugh you rose, caught his hair in a hand and yanked his head back. You didnt think about what you were exposing until his hands were on your hips. Balancing you together. your gaze flew to his throat, how it bobbed when before he spoke. You could barely hear him over your heart pounding in your ears. His thumbs dug into you slightly, squeezing in such a gentle delicate way. "I'd say you might like this. Having control." His eyes were dark, and the slight color in his cheeks made your breath almost knock out of you at the words. "And what if I do?" "Then I'd say do whatever. You cant break me." You loosened your grip in his hair and he posed over you, hovering. Waiting to strike. Waiting for your approval to do so. You traced a finger from his chin, down his neck, to his perfectly sculpted chest and abs... Then lower. You didn't touch his hardness, not yet. You teased, tracing your fingers around his most sensitive areas. Around his thighs under the water, the soft curve of his ass. He hissed at the lack of touch. You pressed closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck.  He stuck. In a frenzy he took your chin and angled your lips to him. His tongue entered your mouth in a slow, delicate way that did not match how his body moved. He wrapped his arms around you and hauled you up, out of the pool with ease. His growl of approval when you pulled on his hair again sent flutters down your stomach.  He brought you to a nearby cave, ducking under thick shrubbery that covered the entrance. He never stopped kissing you. It was surprisingly warm inside, and the bag he had carried lay beside a few rocks set up for a fire. "I thought you were looking for firewood, not a place to stay." You scolded between his soft lips meeting yours.  "I figured you'd appreciate this more." He breathed a shaky laugh and set you down, guiding you gently to the floor. He practically drooled at the sight of you splayed before him, and his hands traced your thighs with surprising delicacy that you were beginning to expect of him. "I'll show you what a wild male can do." He purred, then began kissing down your stomach. He lapped a tongue over your hipbones, one lick over each side. His cock twitched at the reaction he earned from you.  Gods he didnt know how much he really wanted you until this finally happened. He didnt think just being naked with you would make him so needy. It was a struggle not to take you then and there, but he wanted to enjoy the sensations. He wanted to make your time alone last. He wanted to make you scream and beg on his tongue. He wanted this potential one time opportunity be worth it. He pinched one of your nipples, rolling it in his fingers. You let you a soft moan, and he cursed. "Cassian-" You breathed when his other hand slid between your legs. He cupped you, his fingers playing softly with the folds of your wetness. "Fuck baby-" He sighed, trying to ignore the aching of his cock.  His thick fingers teased your entrance. You ground down on him, begging for any sort of friction. The heat your pussy throbbed with was begging for anything he could give. "So impatient." He tisked, but finally relented. He pushed a finger inside you, curling it ever so slightly. "Mother above... you're so tight." He palmed his cock, spreading the precum over his length.

His dark hair tickled your belly when he lowered his lips to you, circling over your clit. You bucked into him, begging for more. He flattened it against you, testing, teasing. All the ways he wanted to play with you, and he didnt have the time. The patience to do it. He cursed the Cauldron and the Mother herself for such an unfortunately timed opportunity. He lapped at you finally, in rhythm with his pulsing finger. 

You could have screamed, you could have begged for more and more and more to be inside you. But you didn't want to give him the satisfaction so early. You eyed his cock, and reached for it. Before you could grasp his thick length though, He hauled you upward. lifting your bottom half off the ground and pulled you to his mouth, drinking you in so deeply that he hoped the taste of you would never leave his tongue. 

Your hips bucked into him, and his finger pulled out gently. He held you to him, his tongue darting inside your pussy and lapping at it. He hummed in approval, like a starving male. "I'm going to-" You panted, feeling yourself get closer and closer to coming with each passing of his tongue over you. Then he stopped. Abruptly, as if he knew how close you were and wanted to really make you burn. Your broken sigh of displeasure was quickly cut off by his tongue entering your mouth, spreading your own juices on you. It was sloppy, and fast. He laid down and pulled you over him. 

Straddling his hips, you drug your nails down his chest in a long slow line. He smiled wickedly, and his hands palmed your ass. "Do whatever you want, baby. I'll take care of you." He promised. You hummed in approval and pushed back against his cock, teasing his head at your entrance. "Mother above..." He sighed, feeling the heat there. Your core coiled, begging to take him right there. But you wanted to torture him as he had done to you. 

You slid down, and lowered your mouth to his tip. His scent mixed with yours in the filthiest of ways, and it made you go into a frenzy of heat. Burning more than before, you took his cock in your mouth in one go. You let his spit mixed with yours slide down his cock, and palmed his balls. He panted, and his ass tensed, trying to push deeper into your mouth. You held him down, and pulled up from his length enough to catch his eyes. "Fuck-" he moaned, and his head landed back on the stone under you. A spurt of precome slicked his tip, and you hummed around him. 

"Get up." He pulled at your hair, his hands flying to your hips and placing you perfectly over his cock. "I need you." He said, voice a gravely tone. You smiled, enjoying the words and the sight of him so flustered. You couldn't deny you were on the verge of breaking down too. 

"What do you say?" You said, lowering on to him ever so slowly. He sucked in a sharp breath and groaned when you stopped halfway down his incredible length. "Please-" He begged. "Please fuck me. Please. I need you." The words made you melt fully. And you seated yourself on him, like a lock sliding into place. He filled you so perfectly so right. It made your head spin with pleasure. You rode him, slowly at first, adjusting to his size. Then, hard and fast and held yourself up for him to fuck into you. Mutters of dirty words and promises of more more more had you panting. He sucked on your chest, leaving a dark mark on your collarbone.  "You're going to kill me." He sighed, gripping your hips tighter. He flipped your bodies, gently guiding you below him. The cold stone against your back brought goosebumps to your arms. His thumb circled your clit as he slid slowly, in and out of you. Adjusting again to the new position.  You could feel your mixed wetness coating your ass, and sliding on the smooth cave floor. You'd never been so wet in your life. You writhed with pleasure below him, angling your hips so he could hit that sensitive spot over and over again. He started thrusting faster, hissing when your nails sliced down his back. He grunted, feeling you tighten around him. You knew you wouldn't last with him fucking you like that. You placed a hand on his chest, and he slowed. "I'm going to come if you keep-" He shook his head and smiled "Come with me baby, I'm close too." He started at the previous pace again, but this time he lifted your hips, angling even deeper inside you.  You could have blacked out with the pleasure of it. The immense feeling of your climax roaring to life. He could feel it too, the way your insides tightened with each brush over your gspot. And it only got him closer. His cock ached, his balls ready to release. But he waited, he wanted to feel you coming on his cock. He watched your eyes flutter and pinch closed, the way your red lips formed a perfect oval. And then the crashing of your orgasam squeezing him. He couldn't hear himself with the roaring in his ears, but he knew he was loud was loud. His head tilted back, and he let himself go.

You came, hard. You walls clenching around him so he couldnt stop even if he wanted to. He spilled inside you, the tension in his belly finally releasing and spurting inside your heat. You milked him for all he had, and even after he was spent and shaking with his release he still slowly slid in and out of you. He rested his shaking hands on either side of your head, giving you a weak smile.  Then, the breath was stolen from him. His eyes met yours and you froze. It was cataclysmic. Like a mountain crumbling in front of you, you could not look away. His eyes shone, wide and bright at his newfound perspective. "I-" He stammered, and his shaking worsened. 

You didnt know what to do. Your hands shook as well when you took his face and brought him down to kiss you. The golden light of the newfound bond shimmered in your mind. 

"My mate-" You finally made the words come out, astonishment disappearing. What replaced it was utter joy. Complete happiness that made your previous experiences with joy seem like stone faced indifference. The feeling of love poured from you so heavily it dwarfed the fear, the paranoia, the sadness over it possibly being over with him. Because it would never be over. You would always be destined together, linked on a cosmic level. Even if it didnt work out, that didn't change he was your mate.

"It makes so much more sense now." He laughed, his trembling fingers pushing hair out of your face. "That's why I could never stay away. I thought I was being a creep." 

You laughed. "A mate is creepy enough. But I'm glad its just you." You pushed his hair back, and pulled him down to lay on you. You fell asleep like that, for a long while. curled around each other in the cave filled with the warmth from your bodies.

[sex-storytime]

If Only…

It is the middle of the afternoon and I'm lying in my bed wearing only panties. My mind starts to wander and my thoughts turn to Jeff - that is pretty typical of me lately. I think of all the different ways he turns me on and of all the wicked and dirty things I want to do with him when we see each other again. Actually since Jeff and I met I have been in what I would call a constant state of arousal. Sexually our relationship has been very eye-opening for me. I definitely have learned a lot about what turns me on and also how to be more upfront about sharing it, which is really very nice.

I wish I could be with him now - suck on his cock at this very moment! I have never truly craved someone like this. I actually fantasise about giving him head - just getting on my knees in front of him and giving him the most perfect blowjob he has ever had. I want him to feel like a king. MY king. I want to be his.

Mmmmm thinking about going down on him gets me worked up as I lie here. I let my hands roam around a little under the covers. I slide my hand down to my crotch and move my panties to the side so I can feel myself. I'm wet already! That was fast. I take my middle finger and slide it into my pussy and finger myself a little. I have masturbated countless times over the years, but it wasn't until I met Jeff that I started actually fucking myself. I would always lightly stroke my clit through my panties just enough to cum and release the sexual tension. But since I have met him I have learned to enjoy all aspects of pleasuring myself and even did myself with a dildo for the first time while he instructed me over the phone.

I continue working on my pussy until it's really wet - I love to get it really dripping and sloppy so I can use my juices to lubricate my little clitty - now that feels so fucking good. I also like my nipples to be nice and wet while I play with them. I LOVE to have my tits played with and my nipples teased - if you do that while you lick my clit that's a guaranteed cum.

I take my hands out of my panties so I can prop up the pillows and make myself comfortable and really get orgasmic. I wish Jeff were here right now - he knows what I need more than anyone every has - probably better than I even know sometimes.

But he's not here, so I have to improvise. I bend my knees and spread my legs. My pussy is on fire. I take both hands and grab my right tit and bring it up so I can just about reach it with my mouth and tongue my nipple as best I can, then the same with the other side - get them both wet with my saliva and both of my nipples are hard as rocks and pointing straight up. I let my left hand linger at my tits while I put the right hand to work between my legs. I could probably cum right away if I let myself just from circling my fingers over my clit. But I want to prolong this and I feel so naughty and horny. What I REALLY want is to be fucked every which way until I can't take it anymore and I cum and cum and cum. My favourite fantasy of him lately is actually this same scenario - that I am in my bed playing with myself getting really really worked up…

…Oh, you have no idea! The need for a cock in my wet cunt is overwhelming - I reach over to the bedside table and grab my toy, anxious to shove it deep into my pussy, when I have this weird feeling that I am being watched. I open my eyes and it is Jeff standing in the doorway - too fucking good to be true! But then I realise the scene he walked in on and I am extremely embarrassed. Before I have a chance to explain myself he walks over to me.

"Well well well you horny little girl, what are you up to?"

I'm totally speechless and he grabs the dildo from my hand, "What's this Babygirl? Were you about to fuck yourself with this?" He reaches down between my legs and rubs his entire hand into my pussy "I can't believe how wet you are you horny little slut! What do you think about when you're alone that gets you so wet?"

"You," I answer shyly.

"What about me?" he asks as he reaches down and squeezes my tits.

"I think about you inside of me, making love to me… fucking me."

"Oh REALLY," he says, handing me the dildo, "Now show me. Show me how you fuck yourself with your toy my dirty little slut. Fuck your cunt and show me how you get off when you're alone."

I open my legs and slide the toy into my still very wet hole. He encourages me while he undresses…

"That's it baby. I want to see you get nice and horny for me. Fuck yourself with that toy. Rub your clit with your other hand. Oh you're so wet, I can't wait to have you to myself all night and do anything I want with you."

Mmmm, that thought gets me really hot - the thought of being his plaything, the thought of being there to give him sexual pleasure- to suck him, fuck him, and be a total sex object to him in an interlude of complete and total lust. I WANT him to use me for his pleasure because I know I will be getting LOTS of pleasure in return.

By now I'm really moaning and twisting around on the bed, and I feel a pretty good cum building up. Just as it approaches, Jeff abruptly grabs the dildo from my hand. "Not yet," he says. "I'm going to take over." And with that, I know I'm in for it!!! I smile my wicked smile, I know he is going to give it to me good!

Just as he slips the dildo into my pussy I feel that craving for his cock return and I position myself on my side. With him standing over my bed I can suck him while he works the toy. I start to tongue his cock hungrily. "Oh yeah," he says, "I like how you suck my cock without even being told."

"Mmmmm," I answer, "That is because I have been dying to taste your cock for weeks. Can I suck it as long as I want? Can I suck all the cum out of it?"

He keeps working the dildo with one hand and with the other he alternates between teasing my nipples (mmm) and my clit - with the occasional spank to my pussy… oh yes, that makes me feel so naughty but I have to admit I like that occasionally.

After a few more minutes of him teasing me and me slobbering all over his cock he positions me on my hands and knees in front of him while he stands on the floor behind me. He grabs my hips and has my ass hanging off the edge of the bed while my hands grip the sheets. I'm ready to get fucked. I know he'll give me his cock any second. But instead I feel his hot breath at my pussy and his wet tongue flickering around at my clit. I almost cum right on the spot.

"Oh fuck, that feels good," I tell him, "Aaaaahhhh, eat me baby. Lick me. Flick my clit with your tongue. Mmmmm oh fuck, I could cum like this!"

He laps at my slit and takes his index and middle fingers and drives them into my pussy. He twists them around, then pulls them in and out slowly, and then actually fucks me with them while he lightly slaps my ass with his other hand. I let out a little yelp and he is amused. "Oh, do you like that? Do you like to be smacked on the ass a little?"

Once again I find myself fessing up to him about another one of my deepest darkest turn ons. And he plays right into it. He continues, "Naughty little girls like you who play with toys when they're alone in their beds deserve to be spanked! It's your fault for being a horny little slut."

He quickly shoves his erection into me without warning and continues to play with my ass, rubbing it and squeezing it between light spanks. Fuck, it is hot, his little spanks send vibrations throughout my pussy. I’m becoming light headed.

Next we concentrate on some serious fucking as he drills me from behind. I'm on the verge of coming again and when I'm about to cum I really let go of my inhibitions - I want to get off no matter what it takes. He has me so fucking crazy for his cock, which he keeps hammering me with from behind.

"Oh, yes baby, fuck me nice and deep. MMMmmm." I push myself back into him so I can feel him all the way in me up to his balls and I grind myself onto him as he pushes back into me. God it feels so good. He reaches underneath me and starts to rub my clit really fast back and forth and I feel the cum start to build up.

"Oh yes baby, just like that, rub it, rub my clit while you fuck my pussy. I'm gonna cum soon".

"Not yet!" he answers as he flips me over suddenly, "I'm not done with you yet." 

Now he has me on my back with my ankles on top of his shoulders and he slips his cock into my slippery hole. He starts to fuck me with long, slow strokes that drive me crazy. Mmmm, I love it like that. I look up at him and we lock eyes. I love to see his face while he fucks me. I lower my legs and wrap them around his hips so he can lean down and kiss me and we share wild tongue kiss. I want to suck his tongue down my throat and keep his cock buried inside of me forever.

After a few minutes of this I feel like I really won't be able to keep from cumming much longer. I know it is going to be big! "Baby let me get on top of you now," I tell him, "I want to ride you and cum all over your cock." He has no problem with that and we switch positions.

I slide myself right on to him and start fucking nice and steady while I grab hold of both of my tits. I tell him, "Oh my god, I love to fucking ride you baby. Your cock is so deep inside my cunt. Can you feel it? Can you feel how hot and wet you have my pussy? Mmmmm I love to squeeze your cock with my cunt. Do you like it?" I reach around and play with his balls a little. Then I lean forward some and brace myself with my hands and pick up the pace. I'm really fucking him now- we are both getting worked up and sweaty.

Then he puts his thumb on my clit and starts circling and circling in the wetness and looks up at me, "I want you to cum for me now… cum on top of me you little slut… I know you want to cum you horny little vixen."

Just as I start to cum I tell him, "Oh YES baby, I'm cumming all over your cock… can you feel it? Feel me cum all over you… oh god you make me cum so hard… oh my god there's so much cum in my pussy for you… oh yes" and my cunt is spasming all over his cock while my juices are flowing out all over his cock and balls. Oh god it feels so good to let it all out.

I keep riding him with even more intensity cause I REALLY want him to shoot a load inside of me. "Baby I want you to cum inside of me now. Can you give me a really big load baby? Mmmm I want to feel it… please give it to me now… give me all of your cum baby."

He is shaking and sweating and just about to shoot and as soon as I feel his warm cream inside my pussy I hop off and put my face between his legs, trying to catch the rest in my mouth. Mmmm it feels so good to taste the cum of someone who has just fucked me so well. I swallow whatever cum he has left and suck and lick his cock for a few minutes, loving the combination of my cunt juices and his cum.

I have done things with him and shared things with him over the past few weeks that I have never experienced in my life… and I have enjoyed it fully. I want more and more and I know that this is just the beginning…

We both regain our composure and wrap our sweaty bodies together. I kiss the sweat off of his forehead and he gently caresses my pussy and we kiss and kiss for the longest time. I know we will never be able to get enough of each other! I close my eyes and drift off to sleep feeling so much love and joy in the fact that I have learned to let go of all my hang - ups and have GREAT SEX with someone I trust with my heart and my body… and also with the excitement of knowing there is more to come.